Just..RUIN ME! 🥴🥴🍓🥵⚰️

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

Best Little Booty in Town

Welcome Home Papa!

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki, Minato Namikaze, Kakashi Hatake

Tags/Warnings: Incest, Teacher/Student, threesome, Eating ass, cock sucking, dirty talk, spanking, cross dressing, daddy kink, daddy’s boy

Minato yawned as he woke up. He stretched his hands over his head to pop his back a little. Looking around the room he let another yawn slip from his lips before he heard breathing. He turned his head a little and watched a figure beside him breathing lightly. He studied the figure from behind long blonde hair and small body. He went to touch the figure only for it to turn around in its sleep and Minato smiled.

The figure in his head was his son Naruto. He must have snuck in his bed again last night. Naruto blinked awake and gave his father a sweet smile.

"Good morning Daddy" Naruto said.

Minato smiled and patted his son's head before Naruto dove under the covers and proceeded to suck Minato's cock. Minato let out a moan before he laid back and pulled the covers back to watch his son give him head. They had this relation ever since he was 12 years. It started out innocent with kisses on the lips and dressing in provocative clothing, as he got older he got bolder and now at the sweet age of sixteen he was servicing his father day in and out. He was still a shinobi and Minato was still the Hokage, but Naruto would always have time for his father to make him feel amazing every day. Naruto bobbed his head up and down before deep throating his father's cock and Minato gasped while his body shivered when Naruto started to write out his name in Kanji with his tongue on his cock.

"Fuck...Naru" Minato moaned.

Suddenly Minato's hands were tangled in his son’s long hair and began to begin face fuck Naruto's mouth moaning in delight shivering as he was close to releasing his sons warm wet mouth.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Minato moaned loudly.

Naruto had a blush across his face his cheeks puffy from sucking his father's cock and his eyes glossed over with love of his father. Finally, his father came into his mouth and Naruto swallowed it all down. Finally, after filling his mouth with his father’s milk and swallowing it all down like a good boy he let his mouth off and licked his lips before opening his mouth to show he swallowed it all down.

"Good boy Naru. Now go grab a shower, I have a meeting in a few minutes." Minato said.

"At once Hokage-sama" Naruto giggled.

He slipped out of bed and had Minato swat his bubble butt and he blushed before he paused.

"Daddy...wouldn't it be better to grab a shower together...it will be quicker" Naruto suggested.

Minato smiled.

"Sounds like a good idea Naruto" Minato said.

They both slipped into the bathroom for what was to be a... quick shower.

Naruto dressed in a cheongsam that had slits up the side with no sleeves. He was limping slightly, thanks to his shower with daddy. Daddy was a little late for his meeting. It wasn't Naruto's fault all he wanted to do was wash his father and then his father decided to get little frisky and tongue his ass eating him out like a pro and fucking him like he would die if he didn't against the tile. Naruto was a little sore, but he vanished in a swirl in air to reappear in the market district and began to shop for dinner tonight.

He had gotten looks all that morning. Sure, he grew his hair a little longer, but he saw what his mother's hair looked like all red, pretty and long he decided to grow out his hair in memory of his mother. Daddy didn't mind at all especially when they did it doggy style and he had something to pull on.

As he picked up a few fruits and vegetables he felt a familiar light feeling and made a clone to continue shopping and he vanished to his father's office.

On entering the tower, he neared the doors and heard a noise. It sounded familiar, like a very faint moan. Naruto giggled before vanishing again and reappearing in his father's office only to see the sight of Papa Kakashi fucking his daddy hard and his daddy seemed to love it if the scattered papers knocked everywhere had any indications.

Kakashi looked up and gave a grin before motion Naruto over with his hand not breaking rhythm once as Naruto came around the desk to give his papa a kiss on the cheek. before crawling between his father's legs and wrapped his pretty lips around his father's cock. Minato arched and gave off a silent scream.

"Such a dirty little whore you are Hokage-sama" Kakashi growled in his ear.

Minato moaned panting and whimpering. His head was spinning, how he missed his sweet kashi and his very yummy cock. He pounded into his ass so deep he was seeing stars and his son with his lips wrapped around his cock was about to make his release all the closer.

"So, good. Ahh kashi! N-Naru n-no don't suck so hard baby!" Minato moaned.

Naruto shook his head and deep throat his father’s cock as Minato cried out again only for Kakashi pulled his head back and gave a him a harsh kiss shoving his tongue down his throat making Minato tangle his tongue around his. Kakashi continued to thrust hard into his blonde lover and finally came inside and Minato come into his son’s mouth. Naruto smiled swallowing it all down and letting go with a wet pop.

Kakashi pulled out of Minato's ass and saw that he was still rock hard. It wasn't enough. Minato was still dazed then he felt himself be pulled back onto Kakashi's lap his still slick erection rubbing against his abused asshole only for Kakashi to plunge his cock back into his abused ass. Minato cried out loudly his hands clutching the arms of his chairs as Kakashi was fucking him and biting the back of his neck whispering things that made him hotter and hornier. Naruto watched on his father's desk as they fucked while he played with himself. His hand wrapped around his cock pumping it slowing while sticking two lubricated fingers inside himself panting as they moved in and out. His daddy and Papa were just so sexy when they fucked.

Minato watched his son play with himself but more of looking at his sweet little hole that was begging to be fucked.

"Kashi" Minato mewled.

Kakashi knew that look and nodded before letting his cock out of Minato and instantly Minato was on top of his son biting at his throat sucking and leaving hickey marks. Hearing his adoptive son moan so beautifully Kakashi would of cum then and there, but thanks to years of practice he could control himself.

Minato spread his son’s legs wide open and plunged his cock into his son’s sweet ass hearing Naruto cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy! Ah so good!" Naruto cried out.

"you like being fucked by your daddy don't you. Such a slutty son I have, even when his Papa is watching him" Minato said.

Naruto tilted his head to the side to see Kakashi watching him and blushed trying to hide himself from his Papa's stare only for him to be lifted and while his daddy's cock was still inside him and drag them both from the desk. Naruto panted as they shifted. He hit spots that he forgot that existed.

"Now baby, beg your papa to fill you while I am still inside, Papa wants to be inside you too baby" Minato moaned into his son's ear.

Naruto blushed and mewled.

"Papa, please I need more...will you fill me u-UP!" Naruto said/screamed.

In the middle of the sentence he felt his Papa enter his ass and began to thrust along with his daddy. Oh god it felt too good they were both hitting that delicious spot and he wanted to cum so quickly! but his daddy prevented that and continue to thrust inside his son and against his partner.

"Daddy! Papa! Oh god I'm going crazy!" Naruto screamed.

"So, dirty my baby is. Such a slutty ass he has squeezing me and papa so good. Naughty boy" Minato said.

Naruto panted leaning his head against Kakashi's chest his eyes glazed over and both his father and Papa began to thrust faster and harder. Finally, after a few moments they both came inside Naruto who screamed loudly at being filled and waited for his body to stop convulsing from the orgasm. Kakashi was the first to pull out and then his daddy.

"mmm nn welcome back papa" Naruto said weakly.

Kakashi nodded and kissed Naruto's forehead. Minato redressed himself and licked his lips when looking at his son’s butt again. Naruto was a drug to him and he could never get enough. Honestly, he would take him off shinobi register and demand he stay home so he could fuck him every day into the mattress.

"Alright. I'll be going home to cook dinner. I hope I see you two tonight" Naruto said.

With that he got out the last crease in his outfit and was about to vanish only for Kakashi to catch him and vanish them together. Minato shook his head before he looked at his paper work scattered everywhere. He sighed before creating shadow clones to help pick up the paper work and start renewed.

Don’t be so mean to Yuuta!

cw: brat tamer! yuuta x fem!reader. smut. pussy slapping. multiple creampies. praise. edging. overstimulation. mirror sex. man handling. floor fucking. minors do not interact.

wc: 1.7k

“Please, I’m-“

“Sorry?”

Yuuta’s voice sends shivers up your spine from where his lips are planted on the sensitive spots of your nape, making hot tracks as his tongue skims over a good spot.

“I bet you are, baby.” He hums. “My sweet girl…”

Doesn’t mean he’ll let up though. If the way his grip tightens over your torso should mean anything. Tucked underneath you on the corner edge of your bed with your back pressed against his chest and his hands touching everywhere.

You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Actually, you know exactly what you did to deserve this, but you didn’t expect he’d be so harsh about it. Let him tell it and he’ll say his “Bratty baby decided to be mean for no reason.” Let you tell it and:

“Why’re you dodging my kisses?”

You roll your eyes from where he’s pouting over you, pointedly shrugging his hands off of your waist when he tries to pull you closer to him. “Why would I want your stupid kisses?”

Yuuta gapes a little at that, a little confused, a little wounded. “My kisses aren’t-? Where’s this attitude coming from?”

“I don’t have an attitude.” Which Yuuta finds hard to believe, with how your face gets all scrunched up in his attempts to crowd you in his space again. Cute little bottom lip jutting out under the shine of your flavored lip gloss and he can’t help but wanna coo at how squeezable you look when you’re throwing a fit.

Although, with the mood you’re in he fears he might come up short a hand if he actually tried to. The way you turn your shoulder at him has him following on your heels like a lost dog. “Not like you’re asking ‘cause you care.”

“Hello? Why wouldn’t I…?” Yuuta stumbles. “Baby, what? You were fine just earlier, did I do something wrong?”

Other than blow you off for like eighty percent of the day? Sure, he invited you to watch him train - bought you lunch when he realized he’d be at it longer than he anticipated, and gave you his phone to entertain yourself with when yours eventually died from being out so long. But he promised the two of you would actually get to hang out today! Not sit on those stupid stone bleachers till your bottom got all sore. Feeding him water in between breaks and pretending like this isn’t the unteenth time something like this has happened.

You’re fed up. He never wants to do what you want anymore. “No, no. Don’t even worry about it. You must be tired anyway. What with all the training you got in.”

Yuuta briefs a few long strides till he’s standing in the pathway to your bedroom door, walking back on his heels as you try to push past him. “I’m not? Is this about that? I didn’t mean to keep you out all day if that’s-“

“It’s whatever.”

“No. It’s not whatever. Clearly you’re upset.” His eyes follow you as he finally plops himself on top of your mattress. Yuuta’s long legs hang off the side so much his knees bend a little and he slumps when you opt to ignore him in favor of fishing your closet for something more comfortable.

“Baby- I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s going on. What’s got you all cranky?”

“Cranky.” You grumble under your breath. “Can't even be mad without you underplaying everything.”

You step out of your closet with a little dress on that makes his face hot. Pretty mint thing that makes you look softer than you already are, even as you throw him a mean glare on your way to your hamper.

“So, you are mad?”

“I’m not.”

“You totally are.”

“I’m not.” You hiss this time. “Maybe you’re just an asshole!”

Whoops.

Which, come to think of it, maybe blowing up at him for no apparent reason was a little much - but it can’t be helped. Especially when you immediately freeze in place over the tension that overcomes the room at your sudden outburst. Yuuta’s brows furrow as his jaw clenches and he stares at you with the kind of blank look that usually comes about when he’s mulling over something.

You expect him to get up and leave the room. Let your respective parties cool off after you’ve just crossed the line by cursing at him so harshly. You expect a kinder punishment than the one he actually has in store.

But instead Yuuta sighs and straightens his back, spreads his legs a little to make room for you. “Come here.”

“Yuu-“

“Mh. Sit down.”

This is just cruelty.

You whimper at the way his fingers skirt over your aching clit, wet sloppy sounds of your lips parting over his glossy digits as he feels around your gooey center. You’re dripping. Soaking the little sliver of mattress you’re hovering over but the meanest part is that it isn’t just your slick that’s making such a mess.

Through misty eyes do you still see the reflection of his throbbing cock splitting you open in the vanity mirror across the room. Slow rhythmless grinding that could just barely push you over the edge if it weren’t for all the-

Smack!

You must’ve been squirming again.

Your broken voice clips in tandem with the loud slap that comes from his sudden assault on your aching pussy, nigh earning another one at the way your hips jump too suddenly in his lap. This is your punishment. Watching in lust dazed envy as your lover fucks you slowly on his cock. Listening to his heated breaths, feeling his hands all over you, being wholly enveloped by him. His voice pitches as his cock swells in your already gooey insides. You can do nothing but whine as he belts his arms around you and cums again with a broken grunt in your ear.

You sniffle as he presses a few scattered kisses behind your ear, already raising his hips to continue. “Please… please let me cum, Yuu..”

“Hhm? No one’s stopping you?”

“But I need-“

“What’dya need an asshole like me for, pretty girl?” And even though he’s being bitter his tone is still sugary. “This little princess cunt can cum all on her own, huh?”

The way you tighten around him has him groaning drunkenly in your ear. “God, you feel so fucking good..”

“Yuutaa, I can’t- I can’t without you. Please…!!”

Yuuta breathes a sigh into the crook of your neck.

He’s been going at this for what feels like forever. At this point you’re so on edge that you’ve started to goosebump and you can’t help yourself but to twitch and whine whenever he grinds against a good spot. Through the overstimulation he’s unsatiated. He can’t fuck into his perfect little pussy the way he wants without risking you getting away with that nasty attitude of yours. Hurting his feelings like you did. And being anything other than his sweet - obedient little girl.

Because bad girls. - Brats like you don’t deserve to get fucked all nice and fair like you’ve been begging him to this past hour or so. They don’t deserve gentleness on their raw little clits or any moment of reprieve you should expect from taking load after load since being seated in his lap like this.

They deserve to be treated like a hole, because that’s all you’re good for right now.

The quick intake of breath he takes startles you almost as much as the feeling of your arms being pulled back behind you. You wobble a little on your numbing legs as he uses his knees to help support you in a stand, and shutter as he presses one last kiss to your nape before standing to his height completely.

And then he starts drilling.

Yuuta has to keep his eyes from rolling back at the way he watches your reflection drool. “O-Oh! Oh, yes! Oh fuck yes, baby!”

He keeps a concentrated frown as he thrusts into you through clenched teeth.

“You’re so-“ Pap! “Fucking spoiled,” Pap! Pap! “You can’t even…mfh, act like you’re learning anything fr’m this..!”

”m’sorry..” You babble. “So s-sorry! M’so sorry, Yuu. So-… p-please… fffuck! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“S’that all you can say? Does my brat even know what she’s apologizing for?”

Your face drops out of view of the mirror when the effort to keep your neck craned up becomes too muscle consuming, most of your muscles too busy constricting and spazzing in the wake of your first orgasm. Honestly, you barely have the wherewithal to speak let alone put together a coherent thought. But you figure not responding might come at the expense of the mind numbing bliss you’re experiencing at the moment.

“F’being so mean! I didn’t-“ You gasp at the way he presses his hips against your backside, grinding himself in so thoroughly that you nearly lose your train of thought.

“I just… wanted ta spend more time with you, Yuu…!”

Yuuta pauses a quick pensive beat.

And then you’re on the floor.

He presses a hand into the middle of your back to keep you arched all prettily for him, the other, knuckle deep in your hair as he mushes your cheek into the floorboards. “So, y’ thought the best way to do that was to call me an asshole?”

“I whasn’t ‘hinking…!”

“Ohh of course you weren’t, baby,” Yuuta shudders at the way you feel creaming on him a second time. “‘Can’t be doing too much thinking now, anyways.”

You’re every nerve ending in your body when he deepens his thrusts to curve himself over your messy form, completely and utterly lost in pleasure as he pulls your head up by your hair and meets your teary eyes with his own - pupils dilated by pure affection.

“Think you can tell me what we learned outta all this? Or have you completely checked out at this point.”

“D-Don’t… don’t be so mean to Yuuta!!”

He chuckles. The kiss he places over your ear nearly pushes you over the edge as much as what he says does. “Good girl! That’s my girl. So smart.”

Your eyes roll as he unceremoniously drops your head to fuck you with more earnest. Much to your poor pussy’s dismay. “Let’s spend more time together, baby. - Just you and me.”

He coos at the way your drool starts to gather in a cute little puddle under your cheek. “After I’m sure my baby’s learned her lesson.”

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curlyfrogro

4 years ago

All for mafia bakuboy!!!

back seat of his car [k. bakugou]

pairing // katsuki x fem!reader

warnings/themes // NSFW, mafia leader!katsuki, illegal racer!katsuki, mentions of stalker!reader, gun violence, katsuki point his gun at your neck, katsuki checks under your skirt without conset, slight knife play, breeding kink, creampie,

synopsis // finally gathering your courage to confess to the guy you’ve been admiring, the night takes a dark turn when he assumes you’re working for his enemy, and all the secrets unfold.

word count // 2.5k

a/n // i am aware that race cars don’t have passenger seats nor back seats, just shut up and read already.

tonight was exciting. the skirt you wore hung beautifully around your hips, giving your thighs the attention they very much deserve. the nights were always cold, but you’d do anything to get bakugou katsuki to glance at your way. tonight was the night you’d finally make a move after practically stalking the male car racer for weeks now. it was obvious he knew about your ministrations, he’d look back here and there and become more cautious as the nights dragged out.

a black face mask covers your face, the competition was illegal and it would be a bitch to be caught by those bastards that call themselves cops. boots clicking on the pavement, you speed-walked to the street. the muffled screams and sounds of cars grew louder as you turn the corner, already seeing people cheering the racers on. pushing through the crowd, you manage to slip through the dudes that called themselves ‘guards’ and onto the road. a quick span around the area and you see him.

katsuki is wearing a black leather jacket, his infamous skull shirt underneath and black pants to match the aesthetic of his black racer car. his blonde hair is messy as he takes off his helmet, leaning on the car. you gulp, could you really do this? the satisfying click of your boots makes the respected racer glance at you, eyeing you up and down. with a quick and confident, you eye his car. “that’s a really fucking pretty car.”

he scoffs, “you competing here, woman? don’t even try.” he clicks his tongue. “why? cause i’m a woman?” a death glare is sent his way before you chuckle, leaning on his car too. “no, cause it’s really risky. police are gonna raid this area any second now, that’s why i parked here near this alleyway just incase.”

huh? “and how would you know that?” the crowd screams louder and your voice is barely heard, new racers coming in from all areas. the sound of their car engines fill the silent night and you watch katsuki pull his phone out, texting someone. this fumes you, does he have a girlfriend or something? i’ll fucking kill her-

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curlyfrogro

2 years ago

Murphy's Law | Alpha! I. Midoriya

A/N: This has been sitting incomplete in my drafts for months because I lost interest but the beginning was cute and I didn't want it to go to waste so I wrote some shitty smut just cause, yeah. read it if you want I don't really care ☹️

TW! ABO dynamics, ProHero/Aged Up, Alpha!Deku, Omega! Reader, Clumsy Reader, Accident Prone reader, condescending deku, reader is attacked and deku saves her, yandere deku if you squint, strangers to lovers, vaginal fingering, marking, not proof read poorly written 💔

18+ NSFW Content| MDNI

Murphy’s Law, in its simplest form, claims that “anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. In other words—you were a walking fucking disaster.

Absolutely accident-prone. Wherever you went, chaos followed. It had been that way your whole life. You’d labeled yourself as a “clutz” thanking God that you were lucky enough to never get seriously hurt from your negligence, but it seemed that your luck was running out.

The chill of the night air did nothing to quell the sweat beading from your flesh. Brisk wind nipped at your skin, exacerbating the potent stench of a frightened omega. Yes, you were clumsy and, at times, forgetful but you always remembered to wear your blockers!

It was just a crazy morning, and you were running late, and you assumed that it would be fine because you lived so close to the restaurant. But you didn’t expect the place to be so busy, or for your boss to have you stay an extra hour. Then two. Then four. And before you knew it you were doing a double closing shift because you were the only one available. Poor unlucky you.

That lack of luck continued when you begrudgingly passed a rowdy pack of males that were congregating outside of a liquor store. You ignored their whistles and lewd comments, clutching your bag and picking up the pace. Most of the men shrugged it off, calling you a tease or a “stuck up bitch”, but one pair of lustful eyes lingered—the same pair that were getting dangerously close. Just a few more strides and—

“Caught ‘ya!”, he growled.

The fowl stench of alcohol mixed with the alpha’s licorice like musk made your stomach lurch. You struggled in his grasp, screaming, flailing your arms and kicking wildly until you landed a good hit on your assailant who didn’t appreciate it at all.

“Stupid bitch” he grunts, wrapping his hands around your strands and bashing your head against the brick wall. Pain blooms in your skull and you feel yourself quickly losing consciousness but before darkness consumed you—you don’t miss the emergence of an earthy aroma soured with anger followed by a blur of green.

Then nothing.

A scent reminiscent of lush forest meadows and the sound of light tapping and beeping pulls you from your slumber. It was a welcomed change from the potent odor emitting from that feral alpha last night. The memory overcomes any lingering drowsiness, and you bolt upright.

The tapping stops.

The sudden movement proved un-advantageous. Bile rose in your throat with dark spots clouding your vision. A figure emerges from the corner of the dimly lit room reaching your side in a fraction of a second. His scarred hand holds a basin to your face, and you ungraciously empty the contents of your stomach. It’s painful and unsightly. You search for something to ground yourself settling for his thick wrist while you sob and dry heave over the container.

“Hey, it’s okay.” His voice was soft and soothing, but still held confidence. “I am here”. Soft purrs rumbled from the alpha’s chest, while you retched beside him. Moments later, the alpha placed the basin on the bedside table and brought a damp towel to your face. Gently, he cleaned your face. It wasn’t until the cloth left your skin that your eyes fluttered open settling on the stranger.

A gorgeous set of gemstone visionaries met your own. Sparkling with warmth and a hint of mischief and slightly covered by forest green strands from his messy undercut. Plush pink lips were pulled a slight smirk, highlighting the trademark dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks.

“You’re… You’re— Deku” he finished for you, flashing a close-eyed smile. “And you’re (Y/N) (L/N), recessive omega, correct?”

You blinked. “I- yes … How did you—

“Well, you dropped your purse during the attack, and I got your name from your ID card. As for your second gender, sweetheart a beta would smell you even with all the suppressants they have you on. What happened to your blockers?”

An inexplicable feeling of shame was brought on by his furrowed brow and sudden condescending tone.

“I didn’t take them this morning… I forgot”, you tried to look anywhere but his face. You could feel the disapproval in his stare.

The alpha shook his head and frowned.

“That was extremely reckless. An unmarked omega with a scent as strong as yours should never leave the house without some form of suppressant.” He paused, leaning forward to sniff your hair. “Do you not have a partner or anyone to check on you?”

Your face felt extremely hot as you shook your head “no”.

“I see...” he continued with a smirk, “Do I need to inform the nurse that you lack a babysitter?”

“A b-babysitter!?!? I don’t need a—I’m not a baby!” you sputtered, gaping at the large man. He brought a finger to your chin and closed your mouth, earning a cute squeak at the contact. “Oh? But big girls wouldn’t forget to take their blockers, especially if they’re going to be out so late. Do you understand what could’ve happened if I wasn’t patrolling the area?”

“Yes but—

“So, you knew better but still didn’t do better. That doesn’t sound like an adult thing to do.” He cooed; lips upturned to mimic your pout.

“No!” you snapped, ignoring the Pro-Hero’s raised brow. “That’s not it! I never usually forget, it was just a busy morning and I live close to my job, so I didn’t think it be a big deal but then my boss kept asking me to stay and it got later and later, and—

“So, what you’re telling me is that you’re not only forgetful but a pushover as well?” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Wha— y-you’re mean”

Izuku wouldn’t admit it, but he loved the way your bottom lip trembled and your eyes watered due to his words. You looked like a defiant child. Absolutely helpless and in need of a caretaker. A hero.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to hurt your little feelings, but it’s my job as a hero to make sure that people are safe. Don’t you not want me to do my job?”

More guilt. Here was the number 1 hero trying to ensure your safety, but you were acting like a little brat. Maybe you aren’t a “big girl”.

“m’sorry” your voice was small, but he obviously heard you, humming for you to continue. “I didn’t mean to sound rude. It’s just that I have really bad luck and it’s frustrating that I always get in these positions. Thank you for saving me though, Mr. Deku”.

That’s interesting, he thought, hoping you’d elaborate on what you meant by “bad luck” but when you didn’t continue, he just smiled.

“Just doing my job!”.

A few weeks have passed, and things progressed normally. Izuku found himself thinking of you from time to time but it’s fleeting. He’ll catch himself visualizing those pouty lips upturned into a frown as he scolded you and sometimes, he imagined your deliciously sweet scent. Like right now, as he patrolled the streets his senses were suddenly flooded with your delicate saccharine aroma. It was a welcomed distraction from the repetition of his route since things had been slow today. His inner alpha grew restless from the blossoming scent that seemed to get stronger and stronger.

The observant hero scanned the area but saw no immediate signs of you. It wasn’t until he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply that he realized that you were two streets over in the college district, so he started to head in your direction. Your scent wasn’t as potent as it was during your first encounter, a sign that you’d remembered your blockers, but it would be impossible for him to miss since it was embedded in his mind.

Turning the corner, he saw you frantically running up the sidewalk towards one of the university buildings. A report folder was clutched in your fingers with your bag propped haphazardly on your shoulder. It was apparent that you were a student and running late. You babbled frantically into the phone that was balanced between your ear and shoulder, so engrossed in the conversation that you didn’t notice a speeding car until it was blaring its horn after you walked into the streets without looking. You stared at the vehicle like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything but accept your doom. But then electricity crackled in the air, and you were whirled to the safety of the university stairs.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this”, the hero smirked down at you. It was comical watching the little gears turning in your head realizing that Deku had saved your life yet again. There wasn’t much time to admire him in the hospital but right now you were close enough to count each freckle in the diamond formation on his cheeks. He was so handsome. And it felt so good in his arms. So safe.

“I— You were interrupted by the ringing of your phone. “Shit!” you cursed, pushing off the hero and running towards the doors. “Thanks, Mr. Deku!

“And then there was one” Deku muttered, slightly pissed at your rudeness. This was the second time he’d saved your life. Where was your gratitude? Entitled brat, he thought. What he wouldn’t give for a chance to correct your behavior.

A week later, incognito Deku was heading out to enjoy the day. It was his first off day in weeks, and he decided to treat himself to a nice meal. He decided on a western style café/bakery that Kirishima had recommended a few weeks ago. Upon entering, he was immediately met with your confectionary scent. Izuku remembered that you worked at a restaurant and since you weren’t Japanese, he assumed that this was your place of employment.

Izuku approached the dining counter, waiting to be served, and was pleasantly surprised when you came from the back to take his order.

“Welcome! What can I get started for you today?” you chirped sweetly.

“Hmm—a proper thanks would be nice”. You stilled at the familiarity of the voice, squinting at the unknown patron. Izuku pulled his mask down revealing his familiar array of freckles and pretty plump lips. “Its you” you smiled, leaning forward with your elbows against the counter. The action presented your exposed cleavage nicely and Izuku found himself licking his lips. “It’s me” he rasped, eyes traveling between your chest and face.

The action did not go unnoticed, but you chose not to comment. Probably just a coincidence, you naively thought.

“Well, thanks for saving my life twice, Mr. Deku” you whispered his hero name with a coy smile playing on your glossy lips. It sounded so sweet. “It was my pleasure, (y/n)” he whispered your name in a similar fashion while taking your hand in his larger one and running his thumb over your wrist, and you visibly shivered at the contact.

“s-so” you stammered, pulling your hand to wipe against your apron, “what would you like?”

You he wanted to say but you were already flustered. He hummed and tapped his cheek, “I have a taste for something sweet.” His eyes dipped back to your cleavage, and he licked his lips. “Any suggestions?”

Now you definitely weren’t imagining that.

“U-um well, w-we have lots of desserts, l bake some of them”.

That piqued his interest.

“Oh?” he asked, and you nodded. “Mmhmm, it’s a hobby of mines and my boss lets me try out different recipes. Today’s special is Strawberry Rhubarb pie but with a twist!” you declared proudly. “A twist you say?” he mused, leaning over the counter and reveling in your giddiness. You leaned forward and put your lips close to his ear, covering your mouth with your hand. “I add a sprig of mint for freshness” you whisper, tickling the shell of his ear. “It’s my secret ingredient”.

Fuck you were adorable. All excited like a child presenting a new skill to their parent. It took a lot of willpower to stop his cock from straining against his jeans, but he managed.

Deku leaned back with a smirk, “Well then, it’s settled. I’m gonna have a taste of your little pie”.

Three slices of pie and a pitcher of coffee later Deku had learned that you were an international student at the university’s business school and had dreams of owning a restaurant one day. You’d also disclosed that you didn’t really enjoy your job, but you didn’t have any financial support. Pretty much helpless and alone, forced to work a crappy job so you wouldn’t get kicked out of your even crappier apartment. On a lighter note, you told him some of the things that you were into, and he found that you two had a lot of common interests. It was a pleasant surprise that you were a bit of a “fan girl” and he happened to be your favorite.

“Like it’s just my luck that I meet my all-time favorite person while I’m moments away from death”.

Midoriya frowned when you told him of all the different mishaps you’d gotten into the past few weeks. He counted 23 times that could’ve resulted in serious bodily injury or worse. The alpha wanted to just put you in a little bubble and keep you safe from yourself.

“Have you ever thought about— oh shit”!

Somehow, you’d managed to trip over air and spilled the pitcher of coffee on his hand as you were going for a refill.

“Oh! Ohmygodimsosorry!” You scrambled to wipe his hands clean but ended up spilling more on his pants. The situation was quickly becoming a spectacle, customers snickering, and passersby pointed through the windows. You were so embarrassed and could feel yourself unraveling.

The kitchen door slammed open and out walked your supervisor. He was fuming. Throwing out a string of curses before his eyes even landed on you. Tears welled in your eyes as you braced yourself for the routine berating that you’d get every time you messed up during your shift.

“You useless fucking omega!” He seethed, “Can’t do anything right. What are you good for besides laying on your back?”

Midoriya was furious and was itching to use black whip and yank out his weak beta fangs one by one, but he noticed the change in your scent and saw the way your body shook in fear and shame. He was on you in an instant. Pulling you against his chest and releasing calming pheromones. His hood came off in the process making the crowd gasp when they saw his green curls.

Long story short— he broke your ex-supervisor’s hand, told him you quit, and carried you bridal style all the way to his home. He explained that you would never be setting foot in that place again and that he’d be taking care of you from now own. When you tried to protest between sniffles, he just shushed you and pressed your face closer to his chest.

You were now sitting in the bathtub while Deku rinsed conditioner from your freshly detangled hair. Izuku kneeled behind the tub with his chin resting on your shoulder. He was content. Humming softly as the pads of his fingers traced your skin. Neither of you spoke. His hands felt so good on your skin—it was easy to just “let go” like he suggested when he first undressed you. Your heavy eyes had shut at some point but fluttered open when his hand ventured down to part your thighs.

Izuku nuzzled against your neck just as his fingers slipped through your sticky folds to circle your clit. Soft kisses pressed against your skin left a burning trail down to your scent glands. His tongue rolled against the flesh eliciting needy whimpers and whines. You bared your neck—encouraging his musings, gasping when sharp fangs began to prick your skin. The hero chuckled darkly loving the way you melted for him. So pliant. So perfect.

“Being so good for me right. So good. Spread those legs a little more, that’s right. So pretty” He cooed sweetly, “Love takin’ care of you like this. You like it too, don’t you baby?” A particularly lewd moan was the only response you could muster given the fact that he’d just slipped a thick digit in your needy hole. “ ‘course y’do, bunny. ooo—you got so t-tight just then. Wanna be my little bunny?” Izuku suckled at your glands sending your omega into a frenzy. She was screaming, crying, desperate for him. You wanted him so bad that you could taste it. “Please ‘zuku. Wan’ it back. Need it, Alpha” you hiccuped, grinding your cunt against the heel of his hand. “Want it all. Wanna cum. Wan’ your cock. Wanna be yours, mark me please al-ahhh~~

Sharp fangs pierced your skin immediately sending you over the edge. Izuku suckled at the mark, prolonging your climax. Your body eventually settled in the pink tinged water, exhausted. Your eyes fluttered shut but you felt something hard prodding at your lips.

“Say ahh, bunny”.

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curlyfrogro

3 years ago

I 👏heard👏 dah faq👏 outta that!!!

Bruno is 50yo yall 🧐

and i'd ride him like a rodeo and let him spit in my mouth.

I'm legal.

with daddy issues.

and insanely fertile.

thank you.

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curlyfrogro

3 years ago

I'll be your good girl Kento. 🥴🥴🥴🥴🔫🔫☠️☠️

It's Time To Do Your Thing

Day Ten: Cockwarming | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Kento Nanami x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: There's just something about a manipulative authority figure... right? Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, cockwarming, manipulation, coercion, praise, strip tease??, vaginal penetration, choking//collaring (he uses his tie), dacryphilia. Words: 1.9k

“Sit still for me sweetheart.” your superior commanded.

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!” you cried.

Nanami had invented a way to manipulate you into fucking him. And honestly; he was pretty proud of himself. When he approached you last week and offered some one-on-one training, you jumped at the chance. He may not be able to perform domain expansions like Gojo, but he’s still an amazing sorcerer. Who were you to turn down additional support? You’d do anything to get ahead in your career, and the better you were at using Jujutsu, the better help you’d be for your students.

You were grateful, albeit a little confused when he didn’t invite you out to go curse hunting. Instead, he drove you to his apartment. But that’s okay… Right? He probably has tools and things here he needs to get before he heads out. Although you’ve never actually seen him use anything besides that blunt, wrapped sword. But that’s okay too, just because he doesn’t use any other weapon isn’t to say he doesn’t have other weapons. It’s the only logical explanation as to why you were in his apartment right now. He was finding a spare tool just for you!

Alas, that suspicion was dashed as you watched Nanami remove his tie, calmly. Before you could ask what he was doing, he tied the spotty yellow accessory around your neck. You would have objected; but you were just totally lost for words at what was happening. When there was a secure knot around your neck, he tugged you closer to him.

“Please remove your clothes… Slowly.” he demanded. He backed away to form a gap between you both. He wanted to see you do as you were instructed and enjoy the display. He began unbuttoning the top button of his cobalt blue shirt.

“I don’t—”

“Speak up if you have something to say.” he interjected, insulting your whispering tone. You couldn’t help it. Your throat practically closed all on its own. “Confidence plays a role in Jujutsu, you know.”

“I d-don’t- why are you- how is this going to help?” you stuttered. His vision sharpened in on you. The stuttering displeased him, immensely. “I’m just not sure how removing our clothes is going to make me a better sorcerer.

“Are you questioning me?”

“N-No! I just—” you choked as you found yourself being dragged closer to the blonde man before you once again. He looked down sternly into your eyes, his lips in a tight line as he planned his next words. You knew he was preparing to chew you out. But what he was actually doing was attempting to come up with a plausible lie to manipulate you into thinking this is acceptable conduct from a superior.

“Jujutsu is all about endurance. Whoever has the weakest will to go on, less energy to fight, will lose. This is to help you. But if you’re too selfish…” he trailed off, knowing the idle threat of removing the opportunity from you would have you at his beck and call.

“’m not selfish! ‘m sorry Nanami, just didn’t understand! Please… Please help me. I’m so grateful, promise.” you whimpered pathetically. You even began to remove your clothing for him, just as he’d asked. Better late than never, he supposes.

He joins you in continuing to take off more articles of clothing. He’s satisfied with the speed you find yourself naked. While shirtless, he pauses to inspect your body. He has waited an awfully long time to see you like this. In this vulnerable, intimate state. And you’re too dense to realise it’s all a rouse. But he’ll never tell, and he’s sure you’ll keep it secret too. God forbid any of the higher ups discover his sick little plan. If you’re both careful, both smart about this, you could probably do this forever. You feel a little embarrassed under his harsh gaze, using your arms to cover whatever intimate areas as best you can. He tuts once and shakes his head.

“Don’t do that. You have a fine body, beautiful in fact.” he admits. You don’t really want to uncover yourself, but you do as he asks regardless. He raises his index finger, whistling as he spins it through the air. You obey his speechless command and spin around. You’re unsure if he wants you to do a 360˚ or 180˚. “Stop.” he speaks while your back is facing him.

He comes up behind you, palming his hands over the fat of your right ass cheek. He knows you’re only doing it because you’re uncomfortable, but he’s revelling in the way you’re squirming around under his touch. Has it been a while for you, perhaps? Just as it had been quite some time for him? You yip as you feel his palm collide with your soft flesh.

“I want you to remove my trousers and underwear for me.” he informs you. You’re spun around to be facing him, and soon he’s pressing down on your shoulders, indicating that he wants you on your knees. He doesn’t want his cock sucked. He knows exactly what he wants. But it will come, all in good time. He just wants to see how far you’ll go for this, for him.

Trembling fingers are working at the complexities of the material that his cock is straining against. He doesn’t mind that you are fumbling and taking too long. He knows this is a lot for you to handle out of the blue. He can see in the way your whole body shakes that you’re terrified, but he’ll be gentle with you – mostly.

Finally his member springs free and thumps against his chiselled body. Even he cracks a little smile on that serious expression when he notices your eyes bulge in fascination. The little patches of drool forming in the corner of your mouth don’t go unnoticed either.

It’s so pretty. The prettiest you’ve ever seen. If Nanami didn’t know any better, he’d thinking you were falling in love. He couldn’t believe you were genuinely salivating over his dick like this. What else were you meant to do? The tip was pink and pretty, the type of pink that makes you feel giddy. The head wasn’t particularly large, but had a beautifully distinct mushroom shape. The slit was delectable, too. A gorgeous hole that you wanted nothing more than to tease with your tongue. And it was already leaking for you. So pearly and drippy. The length was admirable, too. It was a just perfect girth; and not too veiny. Two distinct veins ran along the underside his his length.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to have it, to taste it. But before you could swallow him up, he yanked on your makeshift leash and tugged you away from his erection.

“Not today.”

“But—”

“This is business, not pleasure, remember?” he reminded you. You nodded, dumbly. How could you be so stupid? It was so amusing to him. His sweet, naïve girl. “When I sit down, you’re going to sink yourself down onto me.” he instructed. You squinted at him in confusion, it seemed like an over explanatory way of saying he wanted to have sex with you.

“You want me to ride you.” It’s a statement, not a question. Because that is what it sounds like he wants, but he shakes his head. What a silly girl you are. There’s more to life than fucking.

“I just want your cunt wrapped around me.”

Your knees were either side of his thighs as your pussy enveloped his desperate, wanting cock. It shocked you that Nanami was such a gentle kisser, very sweet and tender. Even as he moved from your lips to other parts of your body, he was never rough with you. Featherlight kisses worked down to your neck, your shoulders, and eventually the soft flesh of your breasts.

This is the extent of your encounter, this is all you’d been doing with him for the last half an hour. His lips and wet tongue felt perfect around your protruding nipples; but now it was nowhere near close to enough. You were so full, full of him, and yet there was no relief. His cock head was nuzzled in snuggly against your g-spot. It would be so easy for him to fuck up into you, granting both the release you desperately craved. But he had forbade it. He stilled your attempt at riding him by digging his fingers into your hips and slamming you back down in place.

“Sit still for me sweetheart.”

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!”

It was embarrassing. Wriggling around in his lap like a desperate virgin. It was out of your control now. Your cunt was soaking wet because of him and he could feel the way your sopping walls clenched around him. Even he has to admit that he can barely hold himself back anymore.

“You’re never going to reach my level if you can’t endure. A little pathetic aren’t you, hm?” he taunts. It’s mean an unnecessary, but it’s all part of a larger scheme. If you feel like you’ve failed, you’ll be desperate to do it again and prove him wrong. And he can keep up this charade for as long as he can get away with.

“I- I can’t! Nanami please, I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me! I need it, need it s’bad!” you are nearly screaming as you beg and plead with him to make your dreams a reality. He hushes you as he repositions himself ever so slightly. He needs to get a more comfortable angle if he wants you to see what he’s truly capable of. Nanami kisses the shell of your ear a few times and coos. He’s going to make it better, he’s going to make you feel better.

“So obedient for me angel, aren’t you?” he whispers to you, bouncing you lightly on the length of his cock. It’s not enough, you know it and he knows it. He’s just getting started. He picks up the pace as he aligns his mouth to whisper into your ear once again. “You’re such a good girl when you’re begging for cock.” the vibrations of his voice traverse directly into your ear canal and make you shudder. He grunts harshly as his whispering results in your cunt clamping him in a vice grip once again.

“Wanna be a good girl… Wanna be a good sorcerer!” you explain. He shushes you again and praises you for your determination. His thumbs are put to use when tears spill from your eyes; the pleasure of his cock finally pleasing you feeling so heavenly and so intense all in one.

“Good girls… Good sorcerers can endure their training. Good girls aren’t desperate to get fucked by their superiors.” he hums. He does feel a little guilty. He’s chastising you for no good reason, after all. He wanted this just as much as you did – if not more so, in fact. But the way you sniffle at his words dashes any guilt he felt. You really are a good girl.

“’m sorry N-Nanami. I’ll do- I’ll do better n-next time! Promise!” you stutter, hoping to get your point across. You know you’re understood when his index finger and thumb find your chin, tilting your face to his. His lips meet yours in another sweet, delicate kiss.

“Ah, yes.” he begins, “Clever girl. Next time.”

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curlyfrogro

4 years ago

can i request the main three who has a s/o that loves when the guys suck their tits (the s/o lactates but is not pregnant) pls make it filthy queen 🙌

Todo has a mommy kink which goes perfectly hand-in-hand with your particular ‘quirk’

The first time you told him to: “Come and milk mommy, Sho.”

He was like: “Yes mommy” 🤤

The first time it happened bae was like

😳😱🤤

Now he can’t get enough of milking you and you can’t get enough of it either

“I’m hungry mommy.”

You live to tease him too.

Subtly playing with your tits in your agency meetings in front of him, until he has to dismiss himself to go to the bathroom.

Best believe when that meeting is over, he’s milking you in his office

You’re the sweetest taste in the world to him

If it’s not running down his chin and dripping on his chest, he’s not done

Deku is a BOOB GUY all the way

Massaging them, rubbing them, gazing at them

He is all about anything to do with your titties

So the fact that you have a fetish for getting them sucked?!

😏

Ma’am!!!!

When he discovered you lactate, he legit passed out

Like you almost called 911 until he woke back up

“Y/n y-y-you could have told me. God you just get more and more perfect.”

Sucks your titties in the morning before work for his “morning sustenance” as he calls it

Milks his dick on those soft tits of yours then drinks the combination of his seed and your milk from off your titties

Y’all nasty asses are a match made in heaven

An unapologetic freak, Bakugo was originally an ass man, but those tiddies of yours made him into a boob guy

“C’mere sweet tits, I want something to drink.”

You have to remind him y’all are in public cuz baby boi don’t give AF

Squeezes your titties till there’s a wet spot on your shirt

Sucks the milk out in the alley beside the restaurant y’all are frequenting, in the elevator real quick, in his office at work, in your office at work

“When daddy wants to taste you, he tastes you, understand mama?”

“Yes daddy” 🤤🤤🤤

Boob jobs galoreeee

Your milk is like a natural lubricant and oof 😏

Daddy can’t get enough

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curlyfrogro

4 years ago

My heart 💔..oh god....the tears 😭😭😭😭

Not Mine- Bakugou Katsuki

A/n: I’m using my phone bc my computer is Brocken 😩

Summary: y/n knew the relationship was over the moment he asked her out. That didn’t stop her from lying to herself

Warning: angst, no fluff, mentions of sexual activity

Quirk: illusion; you can make others see things that aren’t there, but talking snaps them out of it

image: bakugou facing towards camera talking

You stare ahead, watching the class in front of you. You’ve grown up with these people, learned how to become a hero. You’ve observed them for three years, mentally noting everything about them. You especially took notice of Bakugou, your beloved boyfriend. You loved writing down all his favorite things, they made you feel special. You even wrote down his love for Uraraka. Making a small graph of his love for both of you. She would always have a higher line than you.

—————

It doesn’t take a pro hero to see the way he looks at her. It’s nothing compared to how he looks at you, but the lingering of regret never ceases to hurt. You know he thinks about what might have been if he chose the lovely Uraraka. But you also know he’s happy enough with you. Enough being the key word for the entirety of the relationship.

You walk towards Bakugou, him standing near the food table. You were both invited to UA’s reunion. Of course you had to convince Bakugou to even consider it. But threatening sobriety to sex got him dressed up for the night.

“Suki, can we go dance?” You ask softy, just so he can hear. The music blasting is from the year you graduated, reminding you of your first prom. Bakugou was your date of course, but he spent the night consoling Uraraka after her date left. You didn’t want to be selfish so you allowed her to sink her hooks into his wandering heart. They were deep, lasting years later.

“No fucking way. Only losers dance to this music.” He grunts. You grab a cupcake from the table, trying to brush off his rejection. Maybe he’s right. Maybe the music is trash. But it’s still your favorite song.

“Alright, then I’m going to join Denki and Jirou on the floor!” You try to assure him secretly, telling him he isn’t hurting you.

“Why? So you can embarrass yourself?” He chuckles to himself. This time you don’t assure him of anything. You simply shrug and head towards your favorite short haired lady and her husband.

The word husband is odd to you. You’ve never once thought of yourself getting married, yet the word stings. It could be because after four years half your class is already happily married, some with kids of their own. While you are left with a cracking heart and a man who isn’t sure he even wants you.

You grab Jirou’s hand, letting her know you’re here. She quickly turns to you, a smile growing on her face. “Y/n! I’m glad you joined us! I was getting worried Bakugou might make you leave the party with him.” She comments. It’s harmless, but you know that’s something he would do. Jirou taps Denki’s arm, trying to shout over the music. His eyes are pure white, a glassy look over both of them. You often forget the accident that caused Denki to lose his sight. How things have changed.

“Oh awesome! Didnt see you there, Y/n!” He jokes, this time you laugh.

Once the song ends, a slower song starts to take over. You excuse yourself, knowing they’d want to have that dance alone. You don’t hesitate to look for Bakugou, ready to ask one more time. But you stop, seeing him already partnered up with the brunette you never seemed to hate. She’s absolutely glowing under the soft light. Reminding you that you’ll never be her.

You let out a sigh, suddenly taking in reality for the last time. He’ll never be yours truly. He’ll always have that roaming doubt in his mind that he chose the wrong girl. You can’t blame him. He chose you as a teen and decided to stay. You can only thank him for trying.

You don’t mean to attract attention from anyway as you slowly move towards your things. You grab your keys and jacket from your table, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

You’re stopped by a black haired figure. You remember him having vibrant red hair, but the change is nice. It’s good to see Kirishima finally learning to love himself.

“Let me drive you home. That way Bakugou doesn’t have an excuse to stay at Uraraka’s.” Kiri’s voice is dripping with venom when he mentions Bakugou. You nod, leaving the keys back on the table and following Kirishima out of the large school building. You don’t even notice Bakugou pushing Uraraka away and running for his keys. He never makes it to you in time, Kirishima already pulling out of the parking lot as Bakugou rushes out the doors. It’s a small hit that makes him realize he’s fucking up.

—————

You wake up in your apartment, the other side of your bed empty. You no longer reach over, pretending that he’ll be there. You simply suck it up and plan on what to pack for your parent’s house.

You lift up the heavy bag containing your clothes and personal belongings before exiting the bedroom. You instantly see Bakugou hunched over the couch. He snaps up once he hears the door click.

His eyes are red and puffy, his hair messier than usual. But you can’t pitty him and stay. You can’t act like he doesn’t love another girl more than you. Because he does. And that’s not your fault. It’s not his either. It’s just the way things go.

“Uhm, I left some photos of us on the bed if you want to keep them. I don’t really need them.” You try not to sound drained.

“You don’t have to leave. We can work this out! I’ll avoid Uraraka, I’ll change my patrol times so I never see her again!” You can tell by the way he lists those off that he doesn’t want to. He shouldn’t have to avoid his friend for you. If he did you’d feel guilty for the rest of your life.

“I love you, Suki. But you’re not mine.” You hum, dragging the bag behind you. Before shutting the front door, you glance back. Memorizing the broken boy you see behind you, knowing that he’ll be happier soon. You shut the door, heading towards your car.

It’s the early morning and the birds are chirping. Telling you that you’re as free as them.m and that Bakugou can finally be with the girl he wants.

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