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Like god damn 💀🫦🫦🫦

so hey... mean, husband! katsuki loving how you smell WAY TOO MUCH.

it was supposed to be innocent. you had only wanted a damn opinion.

“hey, smell this,” you said, leaning toward him in his office, tilting your head slightly to expose your neck. “i got a new perfume, and i wanna know what you think.”

you thought a quick visit wouldn't hurt. you were expecting a quick answer. maybe a grunt, maybe an eye roll, maybe a “tch, smells fine,” in that usual gruff way of his.

it got his attention. his eyes flickered up, and before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you right into his space. then, instead of a quick sniff like a normal person, he leaned in, nose brushing against your neck, inhaling deeply.

the scent—sweet, warm, something intoxicating hit him all at once, and suddenly, his hands were gripping your waist, pulling you closer.

he sniffed your neck again, slower this time, like he was trying to commit the scent to memory. his breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“katsuki?” you murmured, blinking.

and before you could react, he kissed you. it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t careful. his lips pressed hot and firm against the sensitive skin of your neck, his hands gripping your waist like he needed you closer.

you barely had time to process before his teeth scraped against your skin. “hey—”

“shut up,” he mumbled, mouth trailing down, biting, sucking, claiming.

your breath hitched as he bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make you shiver. you swallowed, trying again. “that's no way to talk to your wife—"

another kiss. another bite. another low, pleased growl from him as he pulled you closer, pressing your body flush against his. his hands roamed, holding you firmly against him as he groaned against your skin.

“so, do you like the perfume or—”

“i dunno,” he muttered against your skin, mouth hot, voice rough. “still figurin' it out.”

you squeaked, hands gripping his shoulders. “are you even trying..?"

"mhm," he hummed, lips trailing along your neck, teeth scraping before he sucked at a particularly sensitive spot. “still can’t tell. lemme try again.”

you tried to gather your scrambled thoughts, but with the way he was devouring your neck, leaving marks, kissing you like he owned you, you were starting to give in.

“you—” you shivered, barely holding back a gasp as he devoured your neck, his breathing growing heavier.

somewhere between the heat, the teasing, and the way his fingers dug into your hips, you forgot why you even asked him in the first place.

you were losing this battle.

“… fine,” you exhaled, tilting your head to give him more access. “forget the damn perfume.”

he smirked against your skin, his hands creeping down to unbutton your blouse. “already did, sweetheart.”

“katsuki,” you breathed, gripping onto his shoulders.

"tch,” he smirked against your skin, his lips trailing over your shoulder. “sound real nice when you say my name like that.”

"katsuki."

he pulled back slightly, half-lidded eyes full of heat and amusement. “what?”

you swallowed hard, trying to keep some semblance of control. “this is your office.”

he scoffed. “so?”

“so? someone could walk in and—”

he smirked, leaning in close, his lips barely brushing against yours. “then you better keep quiet, yeah?”

a shiver ran down your spine as katsuki’s fingers worked at the buttons of your blouse, slow and deliberate. his mouth never left your neck, trailing hot kisses along your skin, his breath warm and teasing.

“you smell too damn good,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, sending a wave of heat straight through you. "fuck."

"oh, so now you have an opinion," you huffed, torn between stopping him and letting him ruin you right here, in his office.

pop. another button undone. his hands brushed against the newly exposed skin of your chest, and you sucked in a sharp breath as his hand toys with the edges of your bra.

“you fuckin' started this,” he murmured, his voice rough. “you really thought i’d just smell you and let it go?”

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. “i just wanted a damn opi—"

rip. he tore the rest of the buttons open, completely impatient, exposing your lace bra to the cool air.

your eyes widened. “you asshole.”

he just grinned, unbothered. “shouldn’t’ve worn somethin’ so easy to take off.”

but before you could argue, he grabbed your hips, shifting your body. you were bent over his desk, your skirt riding up your thigh, his breath hot against your ear.

“you’re such a damn tease,” he muttered, tugging your skirt up to reveal your plump ass. “askin’ me dumb shit while smellin’ like that?”

“you’re the one who couldn’t control yourself,” you shot back, your fingers curled against the desk, your voice not nearly as steady as you wanted it to be.

a sharp smack landed on your ass, making you jolt.

katsuki smirked. “yeah? you sayin’ you don’t want this?”

you swallowed hard. “i didn’t say shit. i just—just wanted to know if you liked the—”

he chuckled, dark and amused. “oh?” his hands slid lower, fingers finding your waist. “then lemme show you how much i like it, yeah?”

before you could snap back, he pulled you flush against him, letting you feel just how hard he was. fuck, you could already feel the hot, wet need pooling at your core, dampening your panties.

“tch. still wanna run that mouth?”

you clenched your jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

he chuckled lowly, his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, dragging them down slowly, teasingly. “that’s what i thought.”

you sucked in a breath when katsuki’s hands roamed over your folds, rubbing the soft, glistening skin with such care. you hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, feeling his length rest on the valley of your ass.

“katsuki,” you breathed, your grip tightening on the desk. you swallowed hard, pressing back against him. “please... please, put it in already.”

that did it.

katsuki groaned, his grip on you tightening as he exhaled a shaky breath. “shit,” he muttered. “didn’t think you’d beg so pretty. but since you asked so nicely…”

you barely had time to process his words before you felt the tip of his cock in between your folds, your warm cunny clenching around him.

"fuck," you whimpered, trembling against him as he slowly pushes his cock all the way in, gently kissing your cervix. "it's too much… too much."

katsuki groaned, his nails digging into the plush of your hips as he watches his cock disappear into your folds. “nah... you can take it.”

your body shivered at the way his grip on your waist tightened, like he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

he smirked at the sight, steadying his cock and slowly pulling out, but you could still feel your cunny cling to his tip. “look at you… so fuckin' wet... didn't need fuckin' foreplay with you, huh?”

“it's your fault,” your voice laced with frustration and something dangerously close to desperation.

katsuki scoffed, his grip on you tightening. “oh, yeah?”

then— smack. a sharp gasp left your lips as his palm landed firmly on your ass again, the sudden sting making you jolt forward against the desk. “katsu—!”

“shut up,” he growled, his voice low, massaging the red he marked on your ass. “you’re the one beggin’ me earlier like a little slut, and now you wanna blame me?”

“’m sorry,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a breath. “'m sorry, 'm sorry...”

katsuki chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against you as his hand drags down to your folds. “yeah? you sorry now?”

you nodded quickly, biting your lip as he dragged his fingers up to your clit, rubbing you softer this time, almost soothing. but his grip on your hips told a different story.

“didn’t sound too sorry a second ago,” he muttered, his hands moves feverishly, gripping you tighter.

your body jolted as another sharp smack landed, the sting spreading across your skin, making you yelp. “fuck, i-i'm sorry already..."

katsuki hummed, his hand smoothing over the spot he just struck before gripping your waist again. “mhm, that so?”

you nodded frantically, but he just chuckled. “you keep sayin’ that... but you’re still here, beggin’ for more.”

your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach as he pulls his cock all the way out before pushing back in just as slowly, feeling the way every inch of him drags against your creamy, velvet walls.

then, katsuki suddenly slams the rest of his cock deep inside of you, harshly bringing your hips to his, his abdomen pressing up against your ass, the sensation of his heavy balls against your clit too hard to ignore.

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. his hands, his mouth, the way he owned every inch of you.

another smack made you gasp again, a choked whimper slipping past your lips. katsuki groaned at the sound, bringing his fingers to your mouth to muffle your moans, feeling your lips suck on him.

“thats it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “too fuckin’ cute when you whimper like that.”

the desk shook beneath you, papers scattered to the floor, your legs felt weak, your breath ragged. you were barely able to form words anymore. the only thing escaping your lips were quiet apologies, murmured between gasps as your body shuddered under his touch.

finally, katsuki groaned, pulling his fingers away from your mouth to arch your back against him, your faces close enough, your lips almost touching. “enough."

then, he kissed you. it was deep, firm, demanding, swallowing every breathless apology, every whimper, every ounce of resistance you had left. his hands slid up your sides, pulling you even closer, making sure you felt him, making sure you knew you were forever his.

“love you,” you murmured, barely realizing the words were slipping out between breaths. his grip on you tightened for just a second, his breath hitching against your skin. “love you… s'much, katsu…”

“love you too,” he muttered against your lips, voice raw with emotion. “love you so fuckin' much...”

your breath came in soft, shaky gasps against his lips, your body still pressed against his. the overwhelming heat of his touch, the way he held you, the way he owned every inch of you—it was too much.

his lips were at your ear, voice rough, uneven. “almost there,” he murmured, his grip tightening.

you could only nod, your own breaths coming out in shaky gasps. the tension, the heat, the way he moved... it was building, higher and higher, pushing you toward that high you need.

“katsu,” you whimpered, your fingers digging into the desk as waves of heat surged through you. "'m.. close too.."

his breathing is just as uneven, his grip on you tightening. “i got you, sweetheart... just— fuck... go ahead and cum for me..."

a shudder ran through you as the tension coiled impossibly tight, and then— your body melted against his as you feel his cock paint your walls white, a deep groan rumbled from his chest as your slick covers him. his grip bruises your hips as he buried his face into your neck, riding out your orgasm with you.

for a moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing, the warmth of his body against yours, and the quiet hum of satisfaction lingering between you.

then, you feel katsuki's hand running down your back in soothing strokes bringing you back down from your high.

“yeah,” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to your shoulder. “i definitely like the scent on you, baby.”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

Took a second but damn near feral izu I'm here for!!!

Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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Cw-MDNI- Satoru x fem!reader, explicit, domestic smut

After ten years together and three kids, you and your husband Satoru are still as freaky as ever.

Dropping the three girls off with Auntie Shoko and Uncle Sugu, you immediately dive down and start sucking Satoru's cock as he drives that minivan neither of you wanted. Gone is PTA mom and soccer dad, replaced with Satoru whimpering as you slobber down his length.

'Baby f-fuck not gonna make it' he whines, big hand slipping down to rub you under your skirt over your tights, which you've soaked through, earning his groan. 'So wet, fuck you're a slutty soccer mommy'

You just moan around him, to the point your husband Satoru has to pull over, the side of some quiet street, pulling you by your hair off him, you look at his lidded blue eyes as you stroke his cock up and down. 'Need you, now Toru, please'

Satoru slides his seat back, leaning over and kissing you sloppy and messy, not sweet little pecks like you all usually do, no its dirty. He's spitting in your mouth when he yanks a titty out toying with your nipple, dragging you on his lap.

He's as eager as when you all met in college, and so are you, you're so excited your head bumps the TV system, playing dumb ass Coco melon the kids watched, you both laugh breathless. 'Please... need you in me'

'Lemme lick her' He rips a hole right in your tights making you gasp, slipping two fingers in your soaking wet cunt, your ass bumps the steering wheel, honking the horn and making you both blush and giggle as you look around.

'Can't wait. Lick me later' you take his cock and rub it against your slit. He cries out, cheeks dusted pink, while your hands entangle in his silky white locks, his hands on your hips firmer.

'Fine lemme taste you, at least. Fuck...' Satoru's thumb swirls your clit as you sink down on his cock, inch by inch, and fuck there were so many, stretching you, cunt gushing when he sucks you off his thumb, cheeks hollowing, blue eyes rolling back. His hands grip you hard then, yanking you down his length, filling you so good you are close from that. 'You're so tight'

'Fuck me, please, please' Soon your husband Satoru is pounding into your pussy, leaky tip slamming your cervix, and you're pretty sure you're not making those dinner reservations when you cumming for the third time and he's dragging you to the back of the minivan, as dumbass cocomelon plays and you're smashed against a bunch of toys and goldfish wrappers, but you really don't mind when he's cumming inside you again, whispering -

'Gonna put another baby in you, whole fucking soccer team'

Hcs of my man all domestic✨️

Sorry had to climb out the drenched trenches for this! Holy shit! 💀🥀💦💦💦

Can we pwees get the darling rebelling against intimacy with Todoroki and Deku and Shinso. Plz mizz nightmare. I need them!!

yandere ! BNHA

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, abuse, nsfw, noncon/dubcon, degradation, threats, manipulation, mind-control, Shinso's darling is always a neko hahah

TODOROKI SHOTO

“Why do you reject me?” Shoto’s nonchalant voice broke through your whining noises of discomfort.

Where he had you on your back on the bed like always. Your thighs spread to each their designated place on either side of his arm, as he played with your heat in his cold hand.

“Am I not desirable to you?” He pouted. His slim eyes fixed on the disgusted look on your face.

Your hands busy making a pointless effort of twisting your fist out of where he had them pinned above you. Ever so nonchalant, as though his grip wasn’t bruising or burning.

You didn’t bother answering him.

You didn’t know much about what went on inside Shoto’s head. But, thought that ignoring him would hurt, or at least upset him the most.

“Do you want someone else?” He asked then. His hand retracting itself to rest on your thigh.

You had half the mind to bite out a bitter ‘anyone, but you’. But, held your tongue as jealousy was not a color you’d seen on the man’s face yet.

And you weren’t exactly dying to know if it was an emotion expressed through burns or frostbite.

He squeezed some on the flesh of your thigh with a look of deep thought painted on his porcelain face. Before deciding to share his thoughts.

“The same idea has crossed my mind…” He mumbled. Earning your puzzled look.

His next comment making your stomach fold.

“I wonder how much you’d squirm beneath Bakugou.”

His voice calm and nearly innocent with its complete candidness.

Plain look on his face even when looking into your eyes that had gone completely moon-wide now.

“Much more than what you do with me I wager…” He smiled softly. Voice still smooth as he looked down into your pitiful pools of building anxiousness. “It would be fun to watch him ravish you.”

Your throat was tight as you swallowed. Trying to convince yourself he was only being cruel in his strange ways.

But something about the excitement in his bicolored eyes told you otherwise. Along the fact that he’d never been one for jokes.

“Or perhaps you’d like Midoriya instead?”

You shook just a bit by the thought. Recurring stories Shoto’d told you about the man. Stories resembling a callous and calculating villain, much less the number one hero. You wouldn't want to be caught beneath that nor the former.

“I can’t promise you he’d be any less rough than me though.”

You flinched when his hand started up again. Stopping in messaging your thigh to run fingertips so very cold up you belly and chest to where you heart couldn’t seem to calm down.

“Hm- Maybe one isn’t enough for you at all?” He questioned.

His slender hands rubbing your throat now. Stroking his thumb up and down your jugular.

“Would you like them both?”

He leaned forward until his bangs brushed against your forehead and his breath fanned across your lips. So close, you could see the blitz in his eyes. A look so crippling you felt he was undressing your soul just like he’d done your body.

His voice still so soft it was smothering.

“Maybe they’d bring along friends and we’d get to see how much you could take before breaking.”

You shuddered and broke from his eye-contact. Bowing your head with a small sniffle, followed by a whimper breaching from you as you shook your head.

“What’s this? You changed your mind?” He remarked.

“I don’t want anyone else.” You whispered weakly in the only voice you could manage at the moment.

Shoto’s icy palm cupped your cheek and raised your chin so he could level you with his eyes.

“No? You certain?” He whispered back and your entire body sprung with goosebumps. A tear running slowly down either side of your face as you chewed some on your lip.

Hands slack in his grip above your head.

“Yes, Shoto. I only want you.” You sniveled.

Another small smile crept onto his face as he looked upon your teary features.

“Such enthusiasm.” He commented. “My friends got you so hot and bothered.”

He blew on your neck and your breath hitched on your trembling lips.

While his firm lips kissed your throat.

“One phone-call, snowflake-” He moaned and placed another kiss upon your collar. “They’d be here in minutes.”

He let go of the grip he had around your wrists and moved to rub a nipple between his fingertips.

And his other hand moved to where it had been before.

Between your thighs, with cold digits running over your warm and soft core.

“Bakugou would be thrilled to break my girl over his knee… and Midoriya would love to comfort you afterwards.” He continued in a low murmur, but you shook your head at the nauseatingly scary thought.

“I don’t want them, I want you. I only want you.” You vowed with a tiny cry, as though you were begging.

“Mh…” Shoto hummed, peeking through his bangs at you before kissing a nipple and rubbing your clit. “Then act like it.”

MIDORIYA IZUKU

“Bunny~ I’m home!” Deku’s voice came booming from the outer-door.

You’d heard him pull up the driveway some minutes ago and were expecting him.

It wasn’t as if you thought it would help to hide…

But, knowing that wasn’t enough to stop you though.

“Bunny?” His voice came again, but you didn’t answer.

And then that nerve-wreaking chuckle came rumbling like thunder and you swore you were going to choke on the tremors of your own heart.

“You’ hiding from me, little one?”

You knew you were supposed to greet him by the door. Throw yourself into his arms as though he was all you’d been thinking of all day. But, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Come out and play, baby-face~” His voice called once again and you had to cover your ears.

The crinkle between your brows just deepening where you sat on the cold hardboard floor of the closet. Rocking back and forth with your lip caught between your teeth. Trying to hold back the tears of dread

“Daddy’s brought a present for you~”

You nearly whimpered at that. Hiding your head between your knees

“Coming to find you, Bunny…”

You heard steps in the hallway leading to you. Massive thunderous steps you convinced yourself shook the thin walls of the wooden closet you sat in.

“And when I do…” He began warning. Another cripplingly low chuckle following the rumble in his rust. “We’re gonna go straight to bed.

Eyes wide as your stomach made a twist by the thought of hosting his massiveness inside. Cunt twitching involuntarily by the thought. Mouth watering as though you’d bitten your tongue too hard.

“We can have dinner later…” He dismissed. “‘Cause right now…”

His voice was close.

“All I want…”

Right outside.

“Is you.”

The closet door flew open and in the opening the giant stood towering in the light.

“There you are, Bunny.” He sighed. Eyes an ill luminescent green. Eerily lighting up his face like foxfire.

“No-” You whimpered. Hands stretched forward in and effort of warding him off. “Stay away- S-stop-”

He ignored you. Blissful smile on his face as he grabbed your wrist and threw your small body up over his shoulder.

“Why so jumpy, Bunny?” He asked innocently while putting his massive palm over the dome of your ass. Strong thick fingers carving into goosebumbed plush flesh before giving you a tiny smack

“Please, Izuku-” You yelped. “I- ah- I don’t want to- have sex with you. I don’t want-” You began crying. Banging your tiny fist on his back, even when it seemed so utterly pointless.

“Silly Bunny.” He dismissed with a chuckle. Kissing your hip. “Don’t you know?”

He bounced you off his shoulder for you to land on the bed.

“You always change your mind in the end.”

He climbed over you before you could gather yourself enough to crawl away.

“You always tell me you love it and make such happy noises for me when I make you cum.”

Your will and pride and anger told you to fight back, but fear and helplessness made you cry as you carried out your pathetic efforts. His words making you shudder and cringe as you felt the roughness of his hands greedily stroke upon your smooth skin.

“No-” You whined, trying to shove him away.

His wild curls tickling the skin of your chest as he buried his face between your warm pillowy tits.

“You just need to feel me first.” He urged in a mumble against your flesh.

Rubbing his stubbled chin against you while you wormed in discomfort beneath him.

“I’ve been wanting to feel you all day long.” He groaned. Grinding his bulge against your thigh. “I’m so ready to get inside you, I don’t think I’ll let you go again.” His voice moaned intrudingly load against you.

His large hands holding you still for him to use as he so wished.

“Just you and me, wet and warm and sticky until morning.”

Another cry broke form you, but was interrupted by the man’s distraction.

“Oh-” He exclaimed. “Almost forgot.”

His hands removed from you to fish something out of his pocket

“Your present…”

Pulling out a pink choker with a little jingle bell attached to it. He made some intricate adjustments with his fingers and the locking mechanism came undone.

“A pretty collar for my pretty pet.” He purred while snaking the necklace around your throat. Keeping it snug, though thankfully slack enough to be comfortable.

The humiliation wasn’t as merciful though.

Your eyes downcast, but could still spot Izuku’s salacious smirk where he leaned forward admiring his pretty possession.

“With this I won’t lose you again.” He voiced. Fingering a lock of your hair. Looping it around his pointer until you bit your lip and another tear slipped down your cheek. “No matter where you might wind up lost...”

He caught the rebel droplet on his knuckle while stroking your face. Giving your forehead a kiss, he began dragging the zipper to his hero-suit down his chest. Whispering.

“I’ll find you.”

SHINSO HITOSHI

You had your back hunched. Claws drawn.

He was back and it was time to stand your ground.

Your tail coiled tall in the air.

Sharp fangs flashed hostilely.

Eyes narrowed at the man in front.

Clad in only frilly lavender underwear and the collar you couldn’t for the life of you seem to rip off.

“Heh, kitten…” Your captor chuckled. “Best thing about coming home is you.” His mockingly sweet voice mouthed in that sarcastic drawl all his words always drip with. Endeared by your wild disheveled hair while casually removing the gadget belt to his hero costume.

Visibly happy to be home.

“I hate you.” You seethed and the man cocked his head at you. His face splitting into a wide yet lazy grin. Accompanied by an ugly chuckle dry in his throat. As jaded as his eyes.

“Oh?” He piqued. Unbothered, or rather amused, as he lifted his black sweater off over his head. “You hate me?”

He left the article on the floor. His complementary dark cargo’s hanging low on his hips without the support of his belt. A path of purple fluff peeking out, running from his crotch up his firmly carved stomach like an ant-trail.

Capture weapon dangling like the bands of a mummy around his shoulders. Crossing over his puffed chest decorated by tough scars and bruises.

“Nothing to say?” He teased and her eyes narrowed some more as she lowered herself even further.

Ready to leap.

“Nothing at all, Kitten?” He pushed. Slight edge to his tone with his hands held at the reins. Scarf stretched and winding between his firm fingers.

Ready to ensnare.

“Come on... pet. Say that again.” He coaxed, snapping the band between his fists. “Let me hear you loud and clear.”

You thought about it. As overwhelmed and frustrated as you were, filled with boiling rage and vexation towards your insane captor.

But, ultimately, you couldn’t risk being tricked into triggering his quirk.

“No?” He asked. Taking a threatening step towards you with brows high and testing.

Clicking his tongue with a sigh when you didn’t answer.

“Fine then-” He mumbled. “I guess foreplay’s over.”

Cracking his neck with a groan, he seemed relaxed and neutral with his eyes closed.

Before they snapped open again with newfound focus.

“Time for the main event.”

Binding-cloth flew towards you before you could even as much as think of clawing at the air in front of you.

Captured instantly.

All you could was whine and worm.

“Struggle all you want, Kitty.” Shinso chuckled, while pulling you towards him.

Like a spider would its prey.

“We both know you'll end up a wet whiny moaning mess once I get started with you.”

He had your wrist neatly secured behind your back with his capture weapon in no time.

Twirling you around, he pushed you onto the bed. Stomach first and face down.

Your tail up.

Curling around and just begging to be yanked.

Something of which Shinso did with glee.

His fist grabbing onto the tip of the soft brush. Before proceeding to wrap it around his hand like one would bandage a cut until hitting the base. Pulling some more. Making you hiss before crying.

“You can’t help the way your body reacts to me.” He purred. His lilac eyes reveling at the sight of your thighs starting to shake.

Giving a little gleeful chuckle. His other hand made itself known.

Stroking two thick fingers up the puff of the sore little pussy he’d fucked raw before leaving for work only some hours ago.

Still full with his cum. Still with the feeling of him deep in your guts. And of how he’d bred you dumb.

You couldn’t help but mew at the feeling. His rough finger-pads rubbing over the fine silk of your panties. Such playful friction it made you shiver. Where all you wanted was to rock yourself backwards and beg for more.

Shinso chuckled some again. Smirking once your cute ears parted atop your head.

“It’s only natural your instincts recognize who’s in charge.”

His smile wide and lazy as he watched you try to contain yourself. Even when he could smell it in the air as well as feel it in the heat warming his fingers just how wrecked and ready you were for him.

“Though… you should do yourself a favor, Kitty, and start listening to yourself-”

You made a hiss and bit out a flustered comment. “F-fuck you-”

Funny you’re the cat, but Shinso’s the one who’s always got your tongue.

And mind and body.

“Exactly right...” He simpered.

Admiring how your tense body turned soft and fight-less. Your back becoming a smoother slope as your ass arched into him. Your pretty face blanking as his quirk brought you to your knees as it always does.

“Fuck me.”

TIP-JAR

BAKUGOU, KIRISHIMA, DENKI, ENJI

SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

Well...hello 👀👀😍😍🥵🥵

aali I want to bite bakugos biceps I want him to finger me send help I just want to be stupid with him bc he does all the thinking 😔

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, minors dni 18+, dumbification, praise, biting/marking, finger fucking, slight!nipple play, soft dom!bakugou, fem!reader.

crying so loud yearning for him because bakugou does everything in his power to make sure you never have to think ever again.

he likes to feel like the big strong man— like you need him to make your every choice and your every move. he likes having you lying on his chest, needy little mouth latched onto it and sucking purple bruises between his pecs (made with love) because it means you’re occupied enough for katsuki to slide his fingers past your entrance without prep — rough padded thumb on your clit drawing lazy circles before he moves ‘cause you make the cutest content little sighs when he touches you just right.

“pretty little thing, aren’t ya?” he coos, voice rough but filled with sweet-love and honey as it runs through your ears. it’s like he fills your brain with cotton, only curling his fingers against your soaked velvet walls when you gargle around his tit or pout just a little bit. “got nothin’ in that pretty head ‘cept for me, right?”

bakugou knows that he’s spoiled you way too much when you nod instead of answering with your good girl words and your manners like he taught you and your eyes are sort of blank— content but just as empty as your head while he finger fucks you the way that you like, mapping out every pleasure spot that has you shuddering and arching your ass back for more, for him to go deeper.

and he’ll moan when you sink your teeth into his peck and suck— moaning along with you cause you can’t muffle your whines the faster his fingers move, rub at your gushing gummy insides and mould you like you’re piece of clay until you’re dizzy with pleasure. “i gotcha baby, be good for me. cum f’katsuki…” the blonde purrs to you, stroking your pussy just right, whimpering into your hairline cause he’s so proud of you, so turned on watching how you force yourself to ride his fingers through your high— creaming around them, throwing your ass back down on them until they shine and they’re soaked and you’re almost done cumming. “such a good girl, my fuckin’ girl. uh-huh, you got it. ride out that high f’me, sweetness.”

and katsuki kisses away your tears, swipes a clean thumb over your teary-stained cheeks and let’s you suck his slick digits clean until you’ve calmed down — mumbling a small ‘thank you’ as you drift off on his love-bitten chest.

‘cause he loves you, and he loves spoiling his brainless little baby.

I didn't think I needed fae izuku but damn it I NEEDED fae Izuku

18+ mdni | tw! monsterfucking, fae!izuku, dubcon, smut 𓂺

the veil between worlds is thinnest at years end, permitting traveling between realms. when you wished for adventure and excitement in the new year, you never expected to stumble into a new world. a beautiful grove with exotic wildlife and gorgeous vegetation. and you most certainly didn’t expect to have a spear pointed directly in your face.

“oh! you’re a human?”

Viridescent wings protruding from his back and pointed ears confirmed that he wasn’t.

The freakishly tall stranger drove his weapon into the ground before extending his scarred hand to help you up. Now, standing toe to toe, you got a better look at him.

He was beautiful. Lush leafy locs curled around his tanned face that was lined with emerald markings along his jawline. His verdant eyes resembled the groves budding flowers. The man had plump pink lips that curled into a breathtaking smile, revealing silver tipped fangs, and pretty freckles decorated his cheeks and bare torso.

He wore golden cuffs around his large biceps and a leather holster across his body that held multiple daggers, all varying in size. His lower half was covered with airy trousers that couldn’t have provided much protection from the breezy night air and his feet were bare.

“i— yes?”

“is that a question?”

He smirked a little. Then crossed his palms over the base of his spear to rest his cheek as he watched you.

You looked good— soft and pretty, but you smelled even better. It was an intoxicating scent that teased his budding frenzy.

“Are you not human ?” You ask, more confidently this time. He shakes his head “no” continuing to smirk at you. It was unnerving, especially with his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Well..” you pause, not wanting to offend but still rather curious. “What are you?”

“I’m Izuku” he giggled, eyes glinting with mischief. “But you can call me whatever you’d like, pet”.

Your captor's name was Izuku Midoriya, and he is a faerie. A faerie warrior to be exact. He is the Fae King’s second in command and best friend, and he was only away from the palace due to his frenzy.

A frenzy is period in which a fae is overcome with extreme lust and the desire to breed. Primal instincts take over during this time and he prefers to spend them in solitude to avoid scandal.

This forest is his territory and personal haven granted to him by the royal family. Everything in it belongs to him, including you.

It wasn’t like Izuku to lay claim to another person, but it wasn’t every day that a human tumbles into his domain. He found you fascinating and the bourgeoning call to mate was impacting his lucidity.

He brought you to his forest den— a place where he went whenever he needed to convene with nature. As a forest faerie it was vital to his wellbeing. It was a large cave hidden behind a waterfall. A grand fire pit sat in the middle of the room surrounded by animal furs and soft pillows. There were bookshelves and chests filled with valuables and weapons against the walls as well as a wooden desk covered in notes.

He moved around the cavern pulling off his accessories at a languid pace, his large wings fluttering gracefully behind him leaving a trail of sparkly dust. He muttered casually about the messy state of things but you caught him watching you out the corner of his eye. It was like he was waiting for something.

“Are you cold, pet?” His arms circled your waist, pulling you against his broad chest. The impact made a flurry of sparkles tickle your nostrils, you inhaled deeply and felt yourself sway. “I’ve read that humans are more sensitive to climate than we fae. Here, lie by the fire”.

He moved your body like a doll, easily picking you up to place on a pile of pillows. He laid beside you, one hand trailing up to rest on your hip while his head rested on the other.

He spoke in soft whispers for a few minutes, occasionally sitting up to stretch his wings.

It was getting hard to focus. The rhythmic flutter of his wings paired with his hypnotic voice was putting you in a strange state.

“How do you feel, little one ?”

He was hovering above you, wings outstretched with a sinister smile. With the fire to his back, he looked like an avenging angel, or maybe a demon. But, in your dazed state all you could say was “pretty” and reach for his sparkly wings. They felt like silk. When you pulled away, a layer of dust coated your fingers. Without a second thought, you brought them to your mouth and moaned.

His pupils expanded, completely shrouding his eyes in black.

“That’s a good girl. So smart.” He cooed, leaning down to cup your cheek and press his lips against yours. His kiss burned. Leaving you dizzy and reeling. It felt like your body was on fire, set ablaze by Izuku’s passion.

“A bit warm, my pet?” He smirked against your skin, kissing across your jawline. “Why don’t we take these off, hmm?” He nibbled on your ear, drawing breathy moans from your throat as he removed your clothes. Your body grew hotter with each graze of his fingers. By the time you were fully nude, the heat in your core was so intense that you could only whine his name.

“izuku”

“say it again”

“izuku”

“again”

“izuku”

“once more, my love”.

“izu~~”

He pushed in slowly. Yes, the effects of his faerie dust was more than enough to prepare you for his length. But you were so small compared to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

Even though his primal instincts screamed at him to ruin you. MATE. BREED. FUCK. Was running on a constant loop in his mind. His hips still rolled against yours slowly. He wrapped your legs around his waist to burrow in deeper. His tip kissed that spongey spot in your slippery pussy. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips, bullying its way inside to taste your mouth. Your hands flew to his curly hair, drawing a grunt and sharp thrust from your enchanting lover. Your cunt spasmed around him. He bit your shoulder to conceal his own moans. Blood pooled in the hollow of your neck and he lowered his head to lap it up. His wings flapped wildly, throwing more dust in the air. His veiny cock pulsed against your velveteen wall, pushing against your cervix to rest against your womb. Izuku pulled away to watch where the two of you were connected. A thick creamy ring formed at the base of his cock with hearty thrust. Arousal poured from you weeping hole resulting in a lewd squelch that echoed against the walls. He pursed his lips allowing a glob of saliva to land directly on your sticky clit. The pads of his thumb worked the swollen bud until you were trembling beneath him. Your sweet cunny clenched tightly around him; it was almost hard to move. Izuku squeezed the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. He wasn't ready to stop fucking you yet.

There was no need to rush, you’d be together forever.

His perfect little pet.

@xogabbiexo , @chaichaiiskai & @hentyehottie y’all better come get one of these.

Horny Thoughts

It's been a few minutes and he's still not all the way in. You've been whimpering under him as he rocks him hips into yours. He stops kisses your neck and rubs slow circles on your clit.

"Come on, you're my good girl right. You can take it."

He sucks and bites your neck trying to distract you from the stretch.

"please baby, take it all. I need you so bad."

He tries to hold back, but he needs you so bad. His slow rocking turns into rough thrusts.

"F-fuck. take it, take it all. Such a good girl for me."

Megumi, itadori, Deku, kirishima,

He's halfway and you're already running away from him and crying. You continue to repeat that you can't take it, pushing on his lower abdomen. His grabs your hips and holds you still.

"What the fuck did I say about running away from me."

All you could do was whimper in response.

"If you can't take it why are you squeezing around me and moaning like a fucking slut?"

You keep squirming away from him. The stretch too much, and he's being so rough. He leans down and bites your neck, earning small whimper from you.

"You can, and will take all of me like the fucking whore you are. Now be good for me."

Geto, toji, sukuna, Bakugo, Dabi

Kinda shitty but I needed something to post.

Sorry.

#alwaystheniceones 💗🥴🥴🥴🫠🫠🫠💦💦

Kirishima who fucks you so gently, who loves the way your face contorts in pleasure when he drags his cock from your wet pussy only to watch your pupils bloom when he rolls his hips and thrusts back inside, who loves the way you call his name, who loves gentle touches, and soft kisses; but also Kirishima who whispers the filthiest shit in your ear, who calls you his dumb little whore, who lets you know he's gonna breed your sloppy little cunt, who tells you how dumb you look all fucked out on his cock.

one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !

you fall for bakugou katsuki first.

he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.

now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.

before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.

as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.

somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.

now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.

fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.

when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.

but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.

he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.

bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.

you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.

bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.

mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.

she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.

‘texting y/n? down bad.’

the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.

the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.

he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.

every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.

not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.

he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.

you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.

despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.

there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.

"hi," you murmur.

"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”

you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."

the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."

you fall first for bakugou katsuki.

but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.

I would think that's what all of us would want 🤤🤤🥹🥹

Breed me until my pussy is dripping cum please!! Then keep fucking me till I turn into a dumb little slut.

Jesus....

⭐︎・book spine — bakugo k ; drabble

authors note: I saw a really cute blondie at my local bookstore and just knew I needed to write this for bakugo.

content warning: dacryphilia, choking, face fucking, hair pulling, squirting, smut.

Thinking about how bookstore clerk!bakugo helps out a special little customer more than the rest.

You're having trouble reaching a book? He's behind you in a second, his back against yours as his muscled arm stretches above you (probably making fun of your book of choice in the process).

Is there no more copies of the book you're looking for on the shelf? No worries, ‘cause he's leading you to the storage room so you can search through the boxes while he pounds your sex from behind.

Did you drop some change on the ground? Bakugo’s kneeling down and picking it all up for you, eyeing you up your skirt in the process before standing and placing it all in your palm as he peaks down your shirt at your chest.

And when it's just you two in the store, you can guarantee he's gonna take advantage of it.

Face fucking you behind the counter, one fist in your hair as the other wraps tightly around your pretty throat. Watching as salty tears roll down your cheeks.

Fucking you from behind on the floor so fast you think you're dreaming. He's pulling you back by your hair so he can leave marks on your neck and watching as your back arches like a broken book spine.

And he's relishing in how you squirt all over his cock, dirtying his pants and the store's carpet. Maybe he'll have to punish you for making such a mess while he's working.

bookstore clerk!bakugo. <3

Please give me more. That was Soo juicy 💦💦💦

His Perfect Match

Pairing: Namor x Plus Size!Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW! SMUT! Breeding kink.

Author's notes: Absolutely love this idea (as a plus size woman myself) Thank you dear anon!

Yucatec Mayan language translation: Yakunaj = Darling

Namor had longed for an heir to his throne for centuries but never found a woman he deemed suitable to carry his child. Until he saw you on the beach in your black bikini revealing every delicious curve on your beautiful body. He often came here, hiding from the public eye, in search of a mate. His gaze was immediately drawn to your round hips, his cock twitching at the thought of burying himself between your soft thighs. And when you turned your head around and laughed at a joke your friend made, he was lost. Your smile was brighter than the sun, taking the very breath from him. At that moment, he knew you would be the mother to his children.

*

You didn’t know how you ended up at the beach that night. Perhaps it was the mysterious melody in your head that draw you there? It was gone now and you looked around with a frown. The beach was so different at night, so empty and bare. Why were you here? You looked down, not remembering putting on the summer dress you were wearing. What the hell was going on?

Then you saw a man ascending from the water and the melody hummed in your head again. You stared transfixed at the man, your gaze following the drops o water dripping down his well-sculpted chest. You lifted your head, hypnotized by the song and his beautiful, brown eyes as he cupped your face with his hands and kissed you.

You melted away, all your resistance gone as his soft, wet lips made your knees weak. From that moment, you belonged to him in every sense of the way.

~ Two years later ~

"I will fill you up with my cum so many times you’ll be dripping for days and my child is growing inside your belly," Namor growled and started thrusting into you deeply at a hard, relentless pace, snapping his hips into you over and over.

"Oh, f-fffffuuuuck...," you moaned in a breathy gasp, your nails digging into his arms as he pounded your pussy roughly. "Come inside me, please. I wanna feel you swell inside me, feel your cum fill me up so good."

" Fuck," Namor croaked, his hips stuttering with wild jerks, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, creating waves of pleasure searing through your core at every thrust. "You feel so good, Yakunaj. Gonna fill your tight pussy up nice and good."

Oh fuck...Feeling the force of an overwhelming orgasm approaching, you tilted your head back, your lips slightly parted as you closed your eyes and surrendered to the sensations flowing through your body.

Namor looked down at the pleasured expression on your face as he thrust into you, felt the tightening of your walls, and knew you were close. Straightening up on his knees, he grabbed your round hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he thrust even deeper inside you, sure to leave marks there for days.

You gasped when Namor changed his position, your moans getting louder and louder as his thrusts grew harder and deeper. You didn't care if anyone saw or heard you, all you cared about was the pleasure scorching through your body and giving him the child he so desperately wanted. His fingers dug into your hips almost painfully, but you loved it. Loved that his marks would be imprinted on you, making you his.

"Fuck, y/n, you're so beautiful," Namor rasped, his widened, lust-filled eyes watching your tits bounce with every thrust, imagining them full of milk and your belly big and round with his child. The image made him lose the little control he had left. Groaning, he dug his fingers deeper into your flesh and lifted your hips higher as he thrust faster until he pumped into you a final time, emptying his full load inside you. Throwing his head back, he growled as his hips bucked erratically, pumping every drop of seed he had to offer deep inside your belly.

Your moans filled the air as he came inside you, his swelling cock pushing you over the edge of climax. Lifting your hips closer to him, you cried out with pleasure as you clenched around him, your pussy milking his cock like a vice.

Namor looked down at his cock still buried in your pussy, watched with heaving chest as he twitched inside you, filling you up with every last drop until you were full, and it began to drizzle out around his cock.

"You look so pretty like this, y/n. All sprawled out with my cum dripping from your pussy."

You smiled tiredly up at him, watching his proud face through heavy eyelids. You loved him so much it was ridiculous, even though this was only the third time you met him in two years. Why he only came to visit you once a year you didn't know, wished he would come every month when your body was ready to bare his child.

"Are you ready for another load, Yakunaj?"

Your eyes widened when you felt his cock grow hard inside you again and Namor smirked down at you. You were not sure how many times he'd made you come already, your mind hazy and only focused on the way his thick cock made you feel nice and full. All you could do was bite your lip and nod. Namor's brown eyes darkened with lust, his grip on your hips tightening as he started moving inside you again at a slow and steady pace.

You whimpered as he started thrusting again, his cock sliding easily in and out of your sore, cum-filled pussy. Namor made you come again and again until you were nothing but a drooling mess on the sand. Namor looked proudly down at his cum dripping out of your cunt, confident that this time his child would be growing inside your belly.

Author's notes: Thank you for reading! ❤️

Taglist: @noodlecupcakes @missmendelsohn @skvatnavle @lucy-sky @alexxavicry

But like yuu...I want that.....🤤🤤🤤

pls pls pls brat tamer yuta

thought about brat tamer Yuuta and blacked out. this was in my docs for some reason when I came to again.

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.”

Haven't seen it yet but I've ALWAYS said that m'baku can just fuck me.. 🥺 please

Just saw Wakanda Forever and respectfully? M’baku can fuck me with that half eaten carrot 🤷🏿‍♀️

you deserve more than the carrot my love.

like why the carrot when you could have his pretty mouth. his thick fingers. press his thumb over your clit while he coos real soft for you to cum like the pretty princess he knows you are. ah.

sits you over his lap while sitting on his throne. when s’empty, he’ll bounce you up and down on his fat cock. make you cum real sweet, real wet—you leave a little puddle, even. heh.

Oh my 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

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Day 16 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he’s always been obsessed with your tits.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!

556 words.

Kirishima Eijirou was a “tits over ass any day” kind of man. It seemed as if every ten seconds had him reaching up your shirt to manhandle one of his stressballs.

“They’re just so… Squishy… -a-and soft-”

That’s exactly what your boyfriend said when you asked why he was so enamoured with them. Once deep, scarlet hues are now reduced to a thin ring around wide pupils, and past swollen lips lie sharp teeth that you find yourself wanting embedded into your breasts.

You love his obsession with your breasts. You’re proud of your body, the self love that you’d been teaching yourself rearing it’s head and finding a way to the light. Although, Eijirou, the sweetheart that he is, just loves your breasts because they’re yours.

He lays behind you on the couch while the TV plays a movie that neither of you are really paying all that much attention to. The light illuminates you both, setting the mood in the otherwise dark room, while Kirishima fondles your breast absent mindedly. He’s just doing it for fun - just because it’s there, really, but that doesn’t explain the sudden twitch you feel at your lower back.

Oh.

“Hey babe, what’s up?…

"I want-… I- I want-.… To fuck them…”

Sorry, what?

Surely he doesn’t mean…

“You wanna fuck who, now?”

He just snorts and mumbles into the back of your neck, giving you goosebumps as you feel his chest rumble against your back.

“No, silly… I wanna fuck your tits…”

Huh. Well at least you’re not stunned and confused anymore. Now your just stunned. The idea seems fun, and the thought does bring a familiar heat between your thighs. You just wonder what’s brought this on.

In reality, he’s always fantasized about fucking your tits. It’s the very image that gets him off when you’re not there to help him, but he’s finally got the confidence to ask for it now.

“… Alright. I don’t see why not~”

He’s almost cries at the relief of not being rejected immediately, rolling on top of you before you can say anything against it. Suddenly, your chest is met with cold air as you’re stripped of your shirt, your bare breasts being massaged and pushed together.

He just loves to squeeze and play with them, though he wastes no time unzipping his fly and pushing down his pants. His cock, already at full mast, is an angry red at the tip, leaking precum all over his hand while he moans and shivers, staring at your tits like a man hypnotised.

You slowly push your tits together for him, giving him a teasing smirk as he practically drools, too aroused to be his usual, gentlemanly self. In seconds, he’s kneeling over you with a hungry look in his eyes, pressing his cock between the little valley between your breasts, groaning at the contact. Pleasure shoots up his spine as his head is flung back, his eyes tearing up and his hips rutting shakily.

Each time the little head peaks out from the top of your breasts you reward it with a lick, and he practically falls apart exactly like you wanted him to. He’s never came so quickly in his life, but you don’t mind even as your face and chest is smeared in his spend.

He almost faints.

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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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fem!reader. mdni.

Nanami Kento being the foodie he is, loves eating your pussy and he especially loves eating you from the back.

He sends you a text while you’re at home lounging around that reads, ‘I’m leaving the office. You know where I want you when I get there.’ And well, you do know where he wants you.

Because for the past few months, every time Kento has a stressful day at work (which honestly, was every day), he’s adamant on eating you out as soon as he gets home. You’re practically his dinner, the way he expects you as soon as he gets home and eats you out like a man starved. “It’s a stress reliever,” he always tells you.

And so when you know he’s nearing the house, you’ll position yourself on your shared bed just how he likes after ridding yourself of all your clothes: ass up in the air, backed arched, cheek pressed against the duvet, and ankles hanging off the bed.

You hear the front door slam shut and his heavy footsteps getting louder as he nears the room. He opens the door rather roughly, plopping his suitcase onto the floor and immediately walks towards you. “How was work?” You ask casually as if your bare ass is not up in the air.

Kento loosens his tie with deft hands and unbuttons a few buttons of his shirt, “work was shit.” And that’s all he says before he pulls you higher up to his face with his large rough hands on your hips, his mouth instantly sucking in one of your outer lips.

His hands move to hold the sides of your ass, spreading your pussy open for him before his tongue slides in between your folds. Kento slurps up your slick, loud wet noises filling the room. It’s evident he’s had a particular stressful day with the way he eagerly and roughly eats you out. “You always taste so good,” he breathes into you.

He sucks on your folds, digs his tongue into your twitching hole, and his nose bumps and drags along your wetness. You whine and mewl and finally, Kento runs his tongue against your clitoris in a soft manner, almost lovingly caressing your bundle of nerves.

His tongue is like honey, the way it smoothly glides along your cunt.

When you cum, it’s when his fingers sink down into your cunt while he lightly laps at your clit. You writhe underneath him, press your cunt closer to his mouth and moan mindlessly into the duvet. You clench tightly around his long fingers, juices spilling out as he thrusts into you continuously.

You can’t help but wonder if he’s doing okay, since he has not once taken his mouth away from your sopping pussy to breathe.

But Kento is doing more than okay considering his hard cock throbs in his black slacks, practically begging to be inside you. He drags a hand to his hardness, palming himself as he eats you out messily.

He finally pulls away when he’s made sure he licked you clean of yourself, his chin dripping with your cum. Panting as his fingers slide in between your wet folds, he asks you, “how about my dessert?”

I'm over here trying not to pass out with red checks. I need a fan can use that was 🔥🔥🔥🥵🥵🥵

Don’t look at me | Giyuu Tomioka x Female Reader smut

Warning: choking, hickies, fingering, Cunnilingus, overstimulation, DOM Giyuu, pet name used: “love”, cream pie.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Notes: this picture makes me feel some type of way and I wanted to share it with y’all too. Credit to whoever made it!

Enjoy🌊

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Giyuu had been away for a few days on a mission, it has been the longest mission he was sent out on since the two of you got together. The day he came home, it was storming. The rain was coming down hard, soft thunder made sound through your quiet home. You had been curled up on the couch, watching it rain when the door slid open, revealing your love completely drenched.

“Ah! Giyuu!” You exclaimed excitedly with a gasp, running over to your beloved boyfriend and hugging him, not minding that your clothes were now getting wet.

“Y/n..” Giyuu huskily said, that made you look up at him before you could even process what was happening. The only thing you processed was your back hitting the wall, the pictures of you and Giyuu hanging on the wall made a thump sound, giyuu’s hand gently squeezing the sides of your neck. “Please..forgive my rudeness my love I just can’t handle it anymore..I’ve missed you so much..more than I can explain..” he starts before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. The kiss started out passionate, but once Giyuu moved his hand away from your neck, to under your shirt to play with your breasts, the kiss deepened. His tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You could feel how desperate he was to touch every inch of you.

He pulled away, only to kiss down your jawline to your sweet spot on your neck, once he found it, he pulled on your nipple, making you let out a moan. “Your moans are always as beautiful as you are” he mumbles against your skin before going back to leaving a beautiful little hickey on your skin. Once he’s satisfied with his hickey, he moves onto the other side of your neck. His hand leaving your breast and traveling down to your pants, and sliding into both your pants and your panties. He pulled away from your neck, only to lock eyes with yours as he slid 2 fingers into your already wet cunt.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you threw your head back, mouth agape to let out another sweet moan. “Oh my god.” You whined.

“You’re so tight.” He said curling his fingers upwards to hit that spot that makes you see stars. You hold onto his wrist as moans escape your puffy lips. “You can hold onto my wrist as much as you want but I’m not stopping until you cum on my fingers.” He huskily says, scissoring his fingers into you, making your chest rise and fall faster than normal as your peak comes close.

“G-giyuu..” you moan out, trying to warn him that your about to cum. He bite his lip. “Don’t say my name like that you know what your voice does to me.”

As you go to say his name again, you tighten your grip onto his wrist as your orgasm washes over you. Giyuu’s fingers instantly being coated in your slick. He pulled them out, only to quickly clean them with his tongue. He grabbed your hand and quickly walked to your shared bedroom. Both his and your clothes ripped off the second you two stepped foot into the room. He softly threw you onto the bed, only to quickly crawl in between your legs. He once again locked eyes with you as he kitten licked your puffy clit.

Your legs shook, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Giyuu wanted nothing more than to overstimulate you. His tongue going back and forth from your cunt to your clit, only to suck on your clit most of the time, making you cream.

Your thighs tight around giyuu’s face as he slurps up your cream before sucking hour clit once again. Your legs shake as you tighten your grip in the water hashira’s messy raven hair. “I’m going to cum” you manage to whine out between moans. In response, Giyuu only shoved his face more into your cunt, this time humming to add vibrations. With a gasp you came, Giyuu happily licked it up before standing up, and rubbing his cock between your slick folds.

Oh how it turned him on and fascinated him how wet you got for him. Your slick covering even a little bit of your thighs. Your cunt white with your cream mixed with giyuu’s precum. At times like these he hates having a sensitive tip, once he shoved it into your warm, wet, gummy tight walls, he let out a moan, already wanting to fill you up with his seed.

“Oh Giyuu” you moaned out, locking eyes with his. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, his face flushed red. If Giyuu didn’t feel like he could cum over your tight cunt, the sight in front of him made him want to. You laid in front of him, nipples perky, cheeks red, little droplets of sweat littered your skin. Your body trembled from being over sensitive, and your face showed how fucked out you were, along with how much pleasure you were feeling with his thick, veiny cock stretching your tight pussy out in the best way.

Giyuu pulled almost entirely out, only leaving his swollen angry mushroom tip inside, before roughly shoving his whole cock back inside, making both of you moan. His thrust were on the slower side, as he focused more on how deep he could go. “D-don’t look at me like that..don’t say my n-name like that you know what you do to me a-and I want to savor this moment” he said between grunts.

His pace began to speed up, making you leave rings of white cream on his cock before eventually completely coating his entire cock and balls with your cream. Your eyes traveled down to his abdomen that was completely coated in your slick.

“Giyuu you feel so fucking good oh Giyuu I want you to fill me up with your cum I want all of it please”

You watched Giyuu bite his lip before folding you into the mating press, his cock bullying the tip of your cervix.

Neither of you could warn the other as your orgasms washed over the two of you faster than either of you anticipated.

Giyuu’s cock twitching inside of you before he pulled out. Flipping you onto your side.

He captured your lips again before pulling back, his eyes going down to your cunt to watch a mixture of yours and his cum leaking out. Giyuu quickly pushed it back in with his once again hard cock. You let out a tired moan.

“Forgive me my love, but I’m not done yet. I want you to milk my cock.”

End🌊

Sorry for it being kinda short I hope y’all still enjoy 💙

⚰️⚰️🥀🥀🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴IM SCREAMING YESS PLEASE GOD!!

“don’t run from it” + ur favorite bully 😞🫶🏽

“please, n-not here—“

“Ah-ah” he taunts you in that infuriatingly coy tone, tapping his finger on your leg, “bring that ass back here.”

“I have to… have t’get to class…”

the buttons on your cotton blouse, well what was left of them, come undone at the flick of his wrist— your face flushing with warmth at the cold breeze now tickling at the tops of your tits.

“always class with you— gotta take a test! need to study for next period!” he mocks while his dry hands plunge into the loose collar of your shirt, scratching your tits just right as he shamelessly fondles them to his liking. “but that’s okay, s’why I’m here...”

He tucks his head into the crook of your neck so you couldn’t slip away, fingers pinching and pulling at your poor nipples while his breath graces the tips of your ear.

“…right?”

Shinso Hitoshi— the bane of your existence and the resident alt loser in your college, you were certain he had more piercings than brain cells since you have yet to see him so much as pick up a book.

You’re still not sure what exactly he gets out of this, he’s never bothered to pull his dick out— always cooing that a doll like you has to “earn” it. that he appreciates your “tenacity ‘n enthusiasm“ despite the fact, as though you were asking from a lustful perspective and not a “it’d be nice if you would make your motives clear to understand” way—

“oW—!” you jumped at the sharp pain on your left nipple.

“What’d I say about zonin’ out on me, huh?” he lifted a hand to his mouth, tit in hand, and pressed soft, wet kisses around the inflamed bit of brown skin. “You know I hate hurting this sweet lil’ body of yours…”

Lies. Lies and falsehoods he spewed. You knew he was full of it, that he was just messing with you for his own twisted sense of amusement.

So why was your vision getting watery?

“There they are,” you watch his angel bite split with his grin. “Aww, is baby crying already?”

He moves his bulky hands to cup at your pudgy cheeks, shrewd grin growing wider when he caught you shivering from the cold metal on his fingers.

His wicked grin had shrunk into a pout as he cooed at you, “said I’m sorry, honey, what more do you want from me?”

you sniffle pathetically with furrowed brows and began biting your warbling lip as you tried turning away from his sickening gaze, to no avail. His hand was like stone so no matter how much you swiveled your neck, you always ended back in his line of sight.

All you could do was look in every direction but his each time he tried to invade your blurry vision.

“Givin’ me the silent treatment, hm? I pissed you off that bad, crybaby?”

You silently blinked away tears, body stiff as a rock against his chest as you waited in humiliating anger for him to finally finish his torment.

It’s one thing to feel you up in the women’s bathroom, but it’s a totally different thing to fondle you under the main staircase of your college.

He surprises you when his knees suddenly give out from under him, the six foot terror now crouching infront of you with that unbearably smug smirk.

“Lemme get in there ‘n make it up to you.”

You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, your head started to feel fuzzy while your skirt clad thighs squeezed themselves together.

“Ooo— baby likes that idea, doesn’t she?”

He barely gives you time to respond when hands grip and pull apart your clenched thighs, head still leveled with your tummy.

“N-no, no— can’t do this,” you whine stubbornly, “I gotta…”

He hums as though he’s out walking his dog, his strong, burly hands caressing and massaging the thick muscle in your thighs with the tenderness of a lover.

“Gotta…”

A soft warm sensation begins a small succession from the top of your tummy, pecking all the way down to that musky warmth in between your legs.

“G-got….”

A sugary kiss on your quivering mound.

“….please…”

He plots another kiss upon your thigh before his head tilts the slightest bit to allow his eyes to meet yours, shadowed by his hair and those god awful bags underneath them.

“I will, hun— be patient for me.”

You try to squirm but he’s just so strong. Your feet shuffle around the hallway tiles before his grip turns taut and eyes become cold.

A harsh ripping sound abruptly graced your ears.

You wanted to scream at him for treating your skirt though it were mere kindle yet your face dropped at a cool sensation wafting around your delicate clit.

“‘toshi— my leggings—!”

You couldn’t see it but you could sense how his eyes closed in reverence of your delicious, dripping pussy.

“hey, hey, hey…” he hushed as he plunged his head under your skirt, low growls rumbled in his throat and tickled you a bit.

Then came his mouth, faintly pecking along the outsides of your cunt.

You threw a hand against your mouth to block your dinky moans, tearfully watching the bump in your skirt dip and slink with great embarrassment.

“So sensitive…” you barely heard him through the fabric but you felt the heat of his breath hit your cunt as he began aggressively sniffing you, as though your musk was the finest perfume.

sniffle “‘toshi please, please jus’ lemme…”

You gasped when his tongue decided to pierce through your thick, heady folds— whimpers creeping through your lips at an unexpected cool sensation nudging its way into your damp little hole.

You jumped and jerked your hips back onto the wall but he yanked you right back into his lips and let his tongue flicker and curve around your labia, getting slick all over your inner thighs.

“Don’t run from it,” he grumbled into your pussy, lips swaddling a puckered fold and giving it a quick suckle before prying his mouth away from you entirely. “s’just my piercing, baby.”

Another deep dive, pausing mid stroke to slurp up all the slick your pussy generously gushed into his mouth.

“M-mmh…” Your shaky hands slowly hobbled down and latched onto his head over your wrinkled skirt, practically vibrating when you felt him chuckle inside of you.

“So fuckin good t’me…” he laps his way up to your clit, curling his lips around it and smacking his lips as he pulls away. “lookit my sweet girl— giving me so much cum.”

Your knees start to shake some more when his hand reaches up and grabs yours, those thick fingers unmoving as he simply holds you in his grip. He tugs it under your skirt for a second, pressing a soft kiss onto your wrist before moving it back to your side.

You were beginning to suffocate him now, legs incrementally closing around his neck in a weak effort to calm your nerves.

But he still kept stroking and sucking and groaning and talking—

“…‘cummin’,” you wheezed, chest rattling at the knot growing in your tummy. “I-It—it s’coming—“

He gives you nothing yet suckles with great vigor, lips twisting and twirling around your swollen, puffy folds, making sure to spread your wetness in every little crevasse of your pussy.

He laps his way back to your throbbing clit with a pool of your cum on his tongue, taking care to lather up the nub before wrapping his lips around it and sucking with all his might— uncaring of how loud his suckles echoed throughout the stairway.

Consequently, the knot finally unraveled and took your breath right along with it. Your remaining hand clasped against your mouth while the rest of your quivering body basked in the aftershocks of your orgasm, tingles of pleasure running up and down your spine.

You were rendered embarrassed by the minuscule moans and whimpers that managed to bypass your fingers, but that embarrassment was nothing compared to the rush of blood that hit your cheeks when the purple haired menace popped his head out from under your crumpling skirt.

His face was absolutely drenched— mouth upturned in a boyish grin, glistening with a mixture of spit and cum, his many piercings glinting in the low, ambient light in the stairway; his broad shoulders rose and fell with each of his heady, erratic breaths.

As he made his way back onto his feet, his neck bent around and scattered kisses all over your shaky legs; pushing small, amused gusts out his nose when you whimpered at each point of contact.

So cute.

Your eyes unfurled with great difficulty and gaze drearily at his wide chest, focusing hard enough to take note of some slight imprints through his shirt.

No way— he has nipple piercings?

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” he purrs, watching you gawk at his bust with immense satisfaction.

“I was just— I didn’t-“

“Don’t worry about it,” he brings his hand up to his mouth, still enshrouded in yours. “I know ‘m sexy…”

You felt his lips press on the tips of your fingers, even going out of his way and curling his tongue around some of them despite your sapped complaints about how “gross” he was.

“Y’think this is gross?” he quirked his brow, staring you down with dilated pupils as his kisses grew closer and closer towards your face— lips fluttering around your fingertips and down your forearms until they pressed curtly on your neck.

His eyes were lidded when he finally leaned into you, brushing his lips onto yours before he mumbled into your mouth.

“Let’s see how sweet you taste.”

Oh my god....IM SCREAMING!!!🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🤯

-> IRRESISTIBLE! ft. yandere! possessive! alpha! bully! katsuki bakugou! x omega! black! chubby! fem! reader x super soft! yandere! alpha! tamaki amajiki!

-> NOTES: college au! quirkless au! dark themes!

-> WARNINGS: noncon-> dubcon, degradation, slut shaming, delusional alphas feel entitled, drugging, pet names used -> princess and piggy, forced heat, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mxfxm, fellatio (m! receiving), facial, knotting/breeding, enemies to lovers? unedited 👁👁

YOU don’t like Katsuki Bakugou. Being an apex alpha has gotten to his head completely and he feels as though everything belongs to him, everything he wants he gets even if he had to step on a few necks to get it. Unfortunately for you, you’re an omega who he just so happens to enjoy taking advantage of.

If he’s not belittling you with some kind of slur he’s pinching your face a little too hard, shoulder checking you in the hallway when you get too close to him, or he’s saying something uncalled for just to rile you up or make you anxious. It’s never-ending with him.

But oddly enough, he’s never crossed the line. In some way you felt thankful for that fact. But even that narcissistic asshole didn’t outshine the excitement you felt today. You were finally going to confess to your crush.

You had a little pep in your step, you were nearly bouncing off the walls in excitement as you entered the gates of your campus.

If your happiness wasn’t apparent in the way you were basically skipping around than your extra sweet, mouthwatering scent would alert any alpha, and even some betas, within a mile radius about your excitement.

Nothing could ruin your day!

Not even when you walked past Bakugo and the group of delinquents on campus, forcing them to take a whiff of your happiness that caused a certain alpha’s eyes to dilate.

Although you were too busy making your way to your first class, a growl came from Bakugo as a few of his alpha companions had turned to watch you walk away. The blond took notice of your clothing, noticing how you seemed to apply a little more effort into your outfit for the day. He’d never seen you dressed like this. What was going on with you?

You eagerly made your way to your first class and took a seat, ready to officially start the day. You’d have to wait until after your third class to confess, hopefully you wouldn’t lose your steam along the way.

This course, along with others (strangely enough) were also shared with Bakugou but you ignored him most times. Even when he would saunter into the room, roll his vermillion eyes at a couple of groupies, and make his way over to you to sit in the chair directly behind you.

He was weird, you recognized that, and it was difficult to pinpoint what kind of dynamic the two of your had considering it often left you with a headache. But once again, nothing was going to ruin this day for you! Even if you felt him staring at the back of your head, shamelessly sniffing at the air that surrounded you, basically bathing in your happy scent that made his pupils turn into slits.

…

“You got good news or somethin’?” A voice asks you from behind as you stand back up straight after retrieving a snack from a vending machine you’d just purchased from.

When you had fully stood up to your height you felt his breath on your neck and shivered when you were suddenly nose blinded by the smell of sandalwood and poppy flowers, a strange combination. How did you not smell him coming before?

You opened the bag of snacks and began to eat from it, ignoring him as you stepped away from him and began to walk. You didn’t get too far before he eased his way beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side.

“Ugh, just leave me alone, Bakugou. Why does it even matter to you anyways? So what if I’ve got good news?”

He rubbed his arm against you, right on the back of your neck, affectively scenting you as inconspicuously possible.

“Watch your mouth, piggy. I’m just tryin’ to ask you a question, don’t be a bitch about it. You should be happy an apex alpha like me is showin’ attention to a fatty lil’ omega like you,” he spat, squeezing your shoulder a little too roughly. You put one hand onto his side and attempt to shove him off of you but he doesn’t budge, instead, he tightens his grip, “Just tell me an’ I’ll let go. I just wanna know what’s got lil’ Miss Piggy all dolled up.”

You don’t know why you’re telling him this so blindly or why you didn’t lie but maybe you just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“I’m gonna confess to the guy I like,” you admitted, your face warming up just the slightest at the mention of said guy who’s smiling face popped up in your mind, making you a little bashful.

Well, that threw him for a loop.

His grip on your shoulders loosen and you take the opportunity to slip out of his hold. You were about to take your leave when you were suddenly overwhelmed by his scent that seemed to maximize in potency, making you quickly cover your mouth and nose to block out as much as possible.

If you inhaled too much of an apex’s scent at such high volumes it could potentially force you into an early heat, which you didn’t want.

Panic started to kick in and you did the only thing you could think of in that moment— run.

You sprint away from the angered alpha who’s seething in pure, fearsome, rage. It’s no surprise that the sudden overflow of his scent has sent a few innocent omegas nearby into an early heat.

“Y/N!”

You hear him scream from where he is, making you pick up your pace, your breathing becoming labored as you moved as fast as you possibly could to get away from him. What was going on? Why was he so angry? What had you done?

You liked someone. You liked someone that wasn’t him. You were his. You were his mate, his omega, his toy, you were born to be with him, born to be bred by him. And now you decided to act out and try and ignore his obvious claims on your very being, your very soul.

…

The best thing would be to go home and hide, but— you couldn’t. You had to confess before you lost your nerve! Who cared about Bakugou and his little bitch fit? This was more important! A plan then came to mind, you would confess and then make your escape, now you just had to find the recipient of your feelings.

Finding him was a little troublesome, difficult actually considering how he didn’t like to interact with people much and always kept to himself. He was overall a rather shy guy who barely said a word but you liked him for those reasons, along with other reasons. He’d been forced to interact with you because of school but you had ended up getting closer and you could tell that he felt romantic things towards you too, otherwise you would have never risked confessing to him if that meant ruining your friendship and getting heartbroken.

“Tamaki!” You exclaim when you finally spot him, sitting down underneath a tree, reading a book. You felt bad for disturbing him but you had to do this quickly.

The dark-haired man quickly looked up from his book, his eyes widening when he spots you running towards him, looking like a frightened lamb and nearly drenched entirely in sweat. He quickly gets up onto his feet right when you try to skid to a stop in front of him, accidentally slamming into his chest because you didn’t stop in time. Luckily, he barely budged and caught you easily, looking down at you in confusion and worry.

He then gagged when a familiar scent filled his nose but it was a little more pungent than usual. It smelt like an angered alpha- who he knew all too well.

“A-are you okay?” He quickly asked, rubbing your shoulders before sending off his own scent in a few waves as an attempt to calm you. You slowly started to relax when lavender and fresh linen began to fill your nose, trying to catch your breath as you leaned into his touch. You had completely missed the way his face turned beet red, too focused on rubbing yourself up against him to rub his scent on you.

“‘m fine,” you muttered, slowly coming down as you caught your breath. He patiently waited for you to do so, his hands finding shelter around your waist as he held you close to his chest.

“Tamaki,” you started, looking up at him with determination in your eyes, “I like you.”

Your confession made his face burn even more, his eyes turning into saucers as he processed your words.

He remained silent, simply staring at you as his face only seemed to darken in color.

“Tamaki…?” You quietly asked, waiting for a response from him.

Nothing.

Just a deer in headlights, a strawberry deer who’s mouth gaped open like he’d just been cornered by an oncoming car.

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

Every second of silence was making you lose your steam and you could already feel an ache in your chest. Was he rejecting you? What’s going on in his head?

You began to pull away from him, worried that he was going to say something you didn’t wish to hear until he tightened his grip and then finally said something.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

Now it was your turn to be the deer in headlights but you end up nodding and giving him a smile, giving him permission to kiss you. And so he does, the tender kiss he presses against your lips is much more than you imagined. His lips are soft and plush, molding perfectly with yours.

This moment was all too surreal. You couldn’t believe your luck and you weren’t going to start doubting it anytime soon.

As you stood there sucking face with a man that wasn’t him, Bakugou stood nearby, watching from a distance, silently planning on how he was going to punish you and the man you had set your sights on. What comes next… is all your fault. This wasn’t how the plan was supposed to go, you had started acting out on your own too prematurely.

…

You and Tamaki had kissed for some time before finally pulling away to breathe, a bright smile appearing on your face as you rested your hands around his neck, his hands placed on your hips. A small smile adorned his face as you both silently stared at each other, his face not lowering in temperature.

“Do you wanna go out with me, Tamaki?” You ask, eyes looking over his face as you take him in fully.

Your question only makes his smile grow and he quickly nods before enthusiastically shouting, “Yes!” The sudden yell made you jerk back in surprise but you laughed lightly afterwards, your own smile only growing as you leaned up to give him another kiss.

How sickening. You’re out of your mind, you were already with him! At least he thought so. Yet, here you were, kissing another man, too soon, too early. This wasn’t apart of the plan.

Any logic that had been left holding him in place completely evaporated as he stalked towards the new happy couple who were sharing a few shy kisses, almost as if they’d been deprived for years.

It all happened so fast. Tamaki was snatched from you and pushed away out of your grasp. Your eyes flew open as you looked around in confusion, not sure of what had happened. You were stunned to see Tamaki being pinned against the tree he’d been sitting underneath just a few minutes prior, caged in by none other than your bully.

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’, NERD?” Bakugou shouted into Tamaki’s face, baring his teeth at the other alpha who stared at him in shock. You moved to grab Bakugou’s arm, pulling him as an attempt to ease up on the other, “Get off of him! What the hell do you think YOU’RE doing, Bakugou? Let him go, asshole!”

He turned his head and glared at you, “This is your fault. You shouldn’t have been fuckin’ around with people when you know you’re MINE.”

Scoffing at his words, you feel a rush of anger and shove him, even if it does nothing to move him, “I am not! I don’t know what’s wrong with you and your sick mind or what kind of delusions you have but I am NOT yours and I NEVER will be.”

Those aren’t the words you were supposed to say. You weren’t feeding into his perfect little fantasy like he wanted you to.

He pulled himself away from Tamaki and started stepping towards you, nearly foaming at the mouth in anger, “You think ‘m gonna just let you slut your way around under my nose? You’re fuckin’ stupid if you think that, piggy. I’m an APEX alpha, you were MADE for me. You weren’t made for anyone else but me and only me. This fuckin’ creep you’re lip-lockin’ with isn’t your mate, I AM.”

After hearing his delusional proclamation you clench your fist and shout at him, all of those months of being ridiculed had finally burst, “MATE? HOW CAN YOU CALL ME YOUR MATE WHEN ALL YOU DO IS TREAT ME LIKE SHIT? YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY, KATSUKI BAKUGO. I HATE YOU. I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I HATE YOUR FACE, YOUR VOICE… EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU DISGUSTS ME!”

You pant after yelling on one breath, your chest heaving as you stared at him with nothing but hate in your eyes. Tamaki had moved from where he was forced, staring between the two of you, ready to interject if necessary.

“You… you don’t mean that,” the blond began, a crestfallen look coming over his features, “You’re lyin’. I hate liars. You’re a goddamn LIAR! You don’t hate me! You LOVE me, I know you do.”

Your brows raised at him, confused by how he had just totally skimmed over everything you said, further diving into his own hallucinations.

“I know you don’t mean it, piggy. Just apologize and I’ll forget this ever happened, okay? I won’t punish you if you say you’re sorry and you mean it,” he mumbles, almost like he’s trying to console you, “The last thing I’d wanna do is hurt you…” The look in his eyes suddenly switches up, the smell of his scent shifting around in ways that you never knew were possible. A terrifying glint and the softness of his voice sparked a sense of terror in you.

Punishment?

You need to leave. Now.

He takes a step toward you. You step back. He steps forward. You step back.

And then a hand is placed on his shoulder. Tamaki.

“I don’t know what your problem is but I don’t like the tone you’re using with my girlfriend,” Tamaki states rather darkly, squeezing the man’s shoulder, “You’re scaring her. Get a grip. She doesn’t like you and you’re not her mate.”

The new voice made Bakugou remember the scene that had unfolded in front of him a few minutes ago and he whipped around to deck the man who’d kissed you in the face. However, Tamaki stopped the punch from coming into contact with his face by catching it with his own hand.

The silence between them is nerve wracking, you can feel your own anxiety start to bubble up inside of you. You had never seen Tamaki act in such a way and it frightened you, it also aroused you but that was besides the point. Two alphas fighting was never a good thing and you needed to stop it, especially if it ended up being on campus. You didn’t want Tamaki to get expelled but you could give two shits about Bakugou after all he’s put you through.

“Tamaki,” you called his name and moved towards him to grab the hand that was unoccupied, “Let’s just go, he’s not even worth it.” The raven-haired man stares back at the blond before he eased up and stepped away, letting go of his fist. “Stay away from me,” you warned Bakugou, pointing a finger at him before you tugged Tamaki away, leaving the near heartbroken blonde where he was.

Why couldn’t you just apologize? Why couldn’t you just be a good girl? What comes next will be for your own good, even if it came a little too soon.

…

You hated to admit it but you were terrified. So frightened to the point where you had asked Tamaki if you could spend the night with him in his apartment. You couldn’t tell what it was but you knew that Bakugou had snapped, and you didn’t want to find out what would happen if you stayed around him any longer. You’d been sitting on the couch in Tamaki’s dorm, currently wearing some clothes you’d gotten from your dorm before going to his place. Trying to distract yourself from whatever feeling that was in your stomach was especially difficult when every little noise nearly made you jump out of your skin. Tamaki sat beside you, an arm wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned into his side, burying your face into his neck to rub at his scent glands. He had turned on a movie and held you close, hoping to soothe you after the.. altercation.

He said nothing, but no words were needed, him being there was enough to at least ease a little bit of your anxiety. Eventually, you fell asleep, chubby cheek pressed against his chest as he pulled you closer to his body. His sweet princess, he’s loved you for so long and now you were finally his.

The male held you comfortably against him for just a bit longer, making sure you were deep in sleep, before grabbing his phone from his pocket, pressing a few buttons before holding the phone against his ear.

“Yeah… I got her here. That shit you pulled today was ridiculous though, you couldn’t have waited? You need to work on your patience, Bakugou. You and I have the same goal, you can’t just act out like that.”

“Whatever. Leave your window unlocked or I’ll break ‘em. And don’t fuckin’ touch her before I get there, nerd. Otherwise I’ll kick your fuckin’ ass-“

“We already agreed. It’s not my fault she actually likes me, and not you. Maybe if you were a little less insufferable she would have returned your feelings by now,” Tamaki commented before hanging up the phone, knowing that Bakugou would probably end up screaming profanities through the phone if he hadn’t.

He set his phone down and then turned his head to look at your sleeping face, cooing a little as he leaned in to kiss your forehead, watching as your nose scrunched up in confusion.

“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that creep today, princess. But I promise he’s not as bad as he seems. He’s just a little emotionally constipated,” he sighs, caressing your cheek before he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. As you slept, his hands began to wander, completely ignoring Bakugou’s words. You just looked so soft and malleable, it was hard NOT to touch you and plus you did agree to date him so this wasn’t that bad, right? Well, that didn’t matter.

He was already lightly brushing his hand over your thighs, lightly pinching and poking your pudgy tummy and had fondled your breast before pulling his hand away. It would be better if you were awake, he told himself, and he needed to prepare you soon. He was a little hypocritical about telling Bakugou to be patient when he was the one beginning to struggle to control himself, but he pulled himself together and stood up, scooping you into his arms to carry you carefully to his bedroom to lay you down on your back on top of his bed, sprawled out as he binds your wrists to the wire headboard using some silk wraps he just so happened to have, almost like he’d been waiting for this moment for quite some time.

You somehow managed to stay fast asleep despite him moving you around and touching you all over. That totally didn’t have to do with the drug that he’d slipped into your water earlier…

After you had been properly secured to his bed’s headboard, the sound of his window opening made him look up, seeing Bakugou come climbing through said window.

“Well, at least you’re useful sometimes,” the blond commented while brushing off his sweatshirt, moving to stand on the side of his bed while crossing his arms over his chest, peering down at your sleeping form.

“You’re late. Took you long enough,” Tamaki mumbled, going to shut the window afterwards before shutting the curtains.

“Tch, I got here, didn’t I? Hop off my dick.”

“Wasn’t on it in the first place.”

“Shut up. When’s she gonna wake up?”

“Hm..” Instead of answering, he moved to get closer to you on the other side of the bed and pinched your nose, temporarily stopping you from breathing.

You didn’t react at first but then it became hard to breath, forcing you to gasp for air while your eyes shot open, your body jerking upwards as you try to regain your control over your own body.

Tamaki moves his hand from your nose and quietly waits for you to relax, watching over you as adjust to everything in the room.

Where were you? What was going on? Why couldn’t you move like you wanted to? You looked around, trying to register your surroundings and shrunk back into the bed when you realized the two pair of eyes that were focused on you.

Your eyes widened when you noticed Bakugou smirking down at you while Tamaki remained emotionless, staring down at you as you tried to understand what was going on, what was happening.

The smell of these two aggressive alphas wasn’t helping you either and before you could control yourself your scent began to turn sour, an involuntarily whimper escaping your lips.

“Tamaki, what’s going on? Why is he here?”

The alpha reached over and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, “This is the best way to keep you safe, princess. We both love you and want the best for you. I know you don’t like Bakugou right now but you’ll learn to. He’s really not that bad.”

You could not fathom what was happening. You didn’t know what to say or what to do, not like you could do much when you realized that you had been tied up.

“What are you… What are you even saying?! Untie me right now!”

“Can’t do that, piggy. You’ll run away,” Bakugou finally speaks up, starting to release his scent in an overwhelming waves, “Just relax and let it happen. We’ll treat you right.”

His scent was soon joined with Tamaki’s, making it difficult for you to breathe. The more you inhaled their combined scents the heavier your body felt, every inhale hitting your core, forcing you closer and closer into an early heat.

You attempt to fight back, writhing and whining as you try and hold out of what they’re attempting to force you into.

Dealing with the powerful scent of one alpha’s scent was already hard enough but with the both of them pumping pheromones into the air, forcing it down your throat, you can’t hold out for much longer and before you know it— you’ve lost.

The spiderweb of heat exerts itself within you and you begin to squirm and tremble, the unforgivable waves of arousal striking you over and over again without remorse or mercy.

Your scent changes, heightening in sweetness, your underwear soaked with slick as your insides began to contract, ready to accept the children your body so desperately needed.

“She’s ready,” Tamaki lowly comments, as if he needed to in the first place since both alphas could smell you.

Bakugou wastes no time in getting on the bed to grab at your bottoms and tug them off, shoving them aside. The brief brush of his hands made you whimper in desperation, craving release.

“N-need… need to be—- bred,” you mumbled, glancing between the two alphas who had been looming over you, observing you, their cocks becoming painfully hard as they strained against their pants.

“Don’t worry about that, piggy. I’ll breed ya nice and full,” Bakugou hums, wasting no time in ripping your underwear clean off your body, starting to fumble with his pants so he could sink himself deep inside of you as quickly as possible.

“Who told you you could go first?” Tamaki questions, shoving Bakugou aside, “We haven’t even prepped her yet, meathead. You might end up breaking her in half with your beast dick.”

Bakugou growled at the other man when he was shoved aside but then smirked at the thought of breaking you beyond repair, “What other way ‘m I ‘sposed to do it then? Be gentle and kind like a little bitch? I ain’t like you, nerd.”

Tamaki groaned in realizing that there was no winning with this guy, turning his attention back to you when he noticed your eyes had been watching him intently, glazed over with lust.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll prep you good, just relax, alright?” He cooed, feigning a sense of comfort like he hadn’t just forced your heat on you.

He slips his hands underneath your shirt and then pushes up your bra, leaving your chest exposed for his eyes as he glanced over your nipples that perked up from just the slightest bit of exposure to a sudden gush of the air-conditioned breeze flowing through his apartment.

Nothing is truly clear to you and its almost as if the logical portion of your brain was taking a backseat to your lust. Perhaps that was a good thing, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to escape what was happening to you and you’d have to face reality.

Tamaki leaned down to latch onto one of your brown peaks, swirling his tongue around it before he bit down, leaving a print of his teeth. You yelped in surprise at the sudden action but didn’t shy away, only moving in closer to let him continue what he was doing.

While Tamaki abused your poor chest with bites and licks that would certainly leave your skin raw, Bakugou took the opportunity to get between your legs, burying his face between them while grabbing your legs to rest your plush thighs onto his shoulders and loosely around his neck. The added pleasure of him lapping up your slick and flicking his finger over your clit made your vision snowy and unfocused.

You couldn’t focus on just one pleasure, it was all too much, yet it wasn’t enough to fully satisfy you.

The two alphas ravaged you with their mouths, leaving you breathless and whining, your nails digging into the palms of your hands as they left crescent imprints into your skin, toes curling in response.

“Mmm… alphas!” You shouted, shaking violently as your climax started to creep up on you like a building tsunami.

The shout of their titles seemed to spur them on.

Suddenly, Tamaki is biting down a little harsher than before, nearly breaking the skin on one of your tits and Bakugou is sucking on your clit like he was going to die without it.

And that’s when it happens.

You gushed out essence right onto the blond’s tongue, eliciting an animalistic noise of pleasure from him as he got a better taste of the bittersweetness of your release. If there was one thing a heat could do it was make you hyper sensitive, a blessing and a curse.

He lapped at your heated folds just to clean you up completely before leaning back, unable to wait any longer as he unzipped his pants and yanked his cock from its confines.

Bakugou wastes no time, giving neither you or Tamaki a chance to say anything when he’s suddenly buried himself inside of you.

Your walls were resistance at first but then he dug his nails into your hips, the pain making you unconsciously open up for him, allowing him to ease further into you to the point where his balls rested right up against your ass. Your back arched off of the bed for the umpteenth time, fullness overtaking you when you felt him press right up into your womb.

“You just couldn’t wait could you?” Tamaki asked after he noticed what Bakugou was doing. He had just released one of your overly sucked nipples from his mouth with a ‘pop’, watching Bakugou who decided it was his turn to go first.

“Shut up,” the blond groaned, finding it difficult to concentrate when your velvety walls kept clenching around his girth, sucking him in and awaiting his seed, “You talk too fuckin’ much.”

While Bakugou took you below, it was only natural for Tamaki to find a hole that was accessible for him but not in the way someone would expect.

He’s moved to the side of the bed to sit back on his legs, facing your side with his cock pressed against your cheek.

He wraps his hand around his length and begins to stroke slowly, looking down at you through his eyelashes, trying to get an accurate measurement of your feelings in the moment. You turned to meet his gaze, blinking back a few tears that had made themselves present on your bottom lids.

“Want me to untie you?” He asks, continuing to stare at you while jerking himself off.

Bakugou made no attempt to move just yet, simply savoring the feeling of your walls holding him in place, fluttering around him like the wings of a butterfly.

You quickly nodded at Tamaki, suddenly feeling the unbearable urge to touch one of them, both of them if you could reach.

He followed your request and did just that, unknotting the silk wraps from around your wrists to give you your control back- or, whatever little you had in the first place.

Your hand found itself replacing Tamaki’s hand, gripping and jerking his cock for him as he sighed in pleasure, allowing you to do whatever you wished.

It was then at that moment did Bakugou finally start to move, realizing that your attention hadn’t been on him. Something he had learned to loathe.

He pulled himself from you halfway and then slammed back in, the fat on your body jiggling with the intensity of his movement as you shouted his name, making you grip Tamaki’s cock a little too hard.

But it seemed the pervert alpha liked it, thrusting into your hand when you squeezed him just a little tighter.

You looked down at Bakugou who had began to thrust and thrust, crashing his hips into you as your slick spilled from the sides of your folds, coating his length. The squelching noise filled your ears and gave you a second of clarity, making you realize who had been fucking you and what state you were currently in.

You opened your mouth, about to shout at the blond who hammered away at your womb until that very same blond reached forward and pinched your clit, pulsating his fingers on its sides. Simultaneously, he continued to rut into you at a beast-like speed, making you bounce up and down, body ricocheting all over the place. Judgement disappeared from your mind as he began to play you like a fiddle.

Tamaki, on the other hand, while you had paused jerking him off, he continued to fuck your fist while Bakugou fiercely fucked your cunt.

With how intent Bakugou was on breeding you, you unconsciously gripped onto the object that just so happened to be in your hand, further aiding in Tamaki’s pleasure as he began to pant and whimper, still using your hand as a makeshift fleshlight.

“C-close,” he stammered out, his hips stuttering for a few seconds as he sped up his thrusting.

It only took a few more strokes before he began to paint your beautiful face.

Ropes of pearly white cum shot from his tip, hitting you right on the forehead. And then another rope came, coating your cheek, your nose, and your chin.

You were too stunned to do anything, shutting your eyes when his cum started to drip down as it threatened to get in your eyes.

You then felt a swipe of a finger over your forehead, stopping the cum from getting in your eyes. When the threat of the salty seed getting in your eyes was erased you looked up, catching the gaze of Tamaki who stared intently down at you and then licked his own cum from his thumb. He then flashed you a shy but dazzling smile, “Sorry, princess. Couldn’t help it.”

“Un-fuckin’-fair,” Bakugou spat from where he was, pausing his rutting to stare at the oddly intimate display in front of him, “I wanted to do that, shithead!”

“Don’t ruin the mood, Bakugou. Finish getting our princess off or I’ll gladly do it myself,” Tamaki spat, squinting at the other alpha.

That really pissed him off.

“Don’t,” he pulled out of you and began to slam back into you with each word, increasing his aggression with each thrust, “Tell,” slam, “Me,” slam, “What,” slam, “To,” slam, “Fuckin’,” slam, “DO!”

You yelped with each hit to your cervix that was nearly punctured, reaching down to grab at the wrist that held one of your hips in place, “TOO HARD!”

Why did you have to suffer the blunt of his anger?

Upon realizing what he had done, Bakugou looked down at you almost apologetically and then mumbled a sorry. But— he wasn’t truly sorry.

Especially not when he went back to the pace he was using before, placing both hands on your waist as he went back to breeding you relentlessly.

Tamaki reached past your lower stomach to take over Bakugou’s job of stimulating your clit, holding a hand over the nub just barely centimeters over it so that with each movement of your body being fucked in, your clit would graze over the palm of his hand.

They were driving you absolutely wild, you didn’t even feel your next climax coming until it was too late— another earthquake of pleasure shocking you into a wave of body spasms that made your legs cramp up.

You never knew you could get fucked so good to the point of getting a Charley horse but here you were.

Even after your climax, you’re forced to take each thrust from the blond between your legs, overstimulating your poor core as an aftershock orgasm hit you.

A few more of those and the alpha groaned out in pleasure, pulling you down onto his cock completely while halting his thrusts, pushing as deeply as he possibly could before releasing and painting the insides of your walls with his seed.

“Gonna give you my knot, piggy. You can take it, I know you can,” he sighs while leaning forward to place his hands onto the bed to support himself, the area beneath his cockhead beginning to swell up and expand inside you, effectively locking him into your womb to make sure that you catch every drop of his essence. The sudden expansion of his knot made you shake, a feeling of discomfort as well as the sense of satisfaction bubbling up within you. It seemed that your heat was being fed, finally.

“You said you weren’t going to knot her yet,” Tamaki frowned, rubbing at his temples, “Eh, guess it was my fault for thinking you could be trusted.”

“Ugh, just shut up already, elf ears,” Bakugou mumbled, finding it difficult to hold himself up as you take his knot, effectively draining him.

Ignoring the harshness of the blond, Tamaki rolls his eyes and wipes your face with the back of his hand, cleaning some of the drying cum from your cheek, “Are you alright, princess? I’m sorry that he’s so rough, but I can’t blame him… You’re irresistible.”

All you can do is blink at him a few times before offering a weak smile, soon sinking into a much needed rest. Oh did these two have hell to pay when you got the drugs out of your system.

Whoo Chile!! 🥵🥵🥵🥴🥴🥴🥴🤯🥀⚰️⚰️⚰️..GAVE IT ALL THE LYFE!! #megumigimmie!!

no bc i start crying at the thought of trying to run away from bestfr!megumi while he’s dicking you down because you think you’re about to pee on him.

but megumi knows you, knows your body, knows you’re gonna squirt and he’s not letting you run away from it. (gojo told him if he can make a girl squirt, she’ll stay in love w him forever)

cunt clenching, body wound up, something tight coiling beneath your navel. your finger pressing against his arms, his tummy. gumi just pulls you to him tighter, tellin’ you to trust him 🥺

it’s just another minute—another minute of being stretched, of having your insides bullied—and you’re in tears, shuddering and trembling and splattering cum all over his cock :( ‘gumi literally cums on the spot.

you sending me this ask like I won’t combust on the spot—

PUHLEASSSSSE he’s just so greedy ‘n impatient, especially since you’ve been unintentionally teasing him for years. What with your pretty lil’ eyes and those bratty little quips you just love to use when you decide Gojo, of all people, needs backup.

“‘Gumi’s too awkward to talk to somebody, much less screw one”

“s’ok ‘Gumi, I haven’t slept with anyone either! :)”

But none of that matters now cause you’re finally under him— dark, curly hair draped all over his bed, legs sore from being sprawled out at a slightly uncomfortable angle so he can hit that spot that makes you squeak just right—

“Gumiiii…” you drawl, breath and sweaty hands hot against his equal, if not hotter chest as you, of course, complain, “it— mMh! s-s’too much—!!“

And you know he’s a sucker for your tears, you’re well adept at catering to his heart. flutter those big brown eyes with that cute dimpled frown and you’re home free, right?

but then he remembers all the times you ragged on him for being inexperienced, a virgin. horny brain too addled to care about where said teasing could’ve stemmed from— not when your pussy’s clenching around him like it’s the best dick she’s ever taken. talking to him real nice with all those noisy, wet squishes ‘n pops as if she’s whining for him to come back with every thrust.

You’re not sure if he’s being rhetorical when he grumbles, “s’ that all you’re good for, hm? whinin’ and cryin’ ‘bout every little thing?”

“Complain that I’m goin’ too slow then it’s “s’too much—!”“ he croaks in a cruel mockery of your voice, right down to the pitiful warble of your lips before recollecting his aloof expression. “which is it, pretty girl?”

“hm?” he repeats the question again as his hips begin to regain their pace— the gooey pat-pat-pat! between your legs bringing a flush of warmth to your ears— having the audacity to glower down at you when you don’t give him an answer. Like he’s not balls deep inside your cunt, speed reminiscent of a raging bull.

With the breeder balls to match.

Megumi was always a bit of a meanie— from when you two were younger and he would take your things and raise them above his head whenever he got bored, knowing full well you come up to his collarbone on a good day.

To the days where he’d look you in the eyes during your ditz spells, deadpan expression and all, cooing “c’mon. you can do it, I believe in you.”

This hazy trip down memory lane was interrupted by a swift and sudden pressure on your tummy, the odd, yet familiar dipping sensation in your guts that followed had your breath hitching at a horrified realization— no way.

were you…?

Your hands grew frantic as you cried, “‘G-Gumi— ‘Gumi, y’gotta stop, y-ya gotta— fuck, I need to—“

“—need to shut up for once and take it,” he groans, big palm digging harder into your stomach as he thrusts faster and faster— “kept whinin’ about my cock and now that you have it, you’re tryna run from it—”

Salty droplets bead in the corner of your eyes as your body starts to shake uncontrollably, whether in fear or pleasure you can’t bother to tell. Chest rattles with quick, unstable breaths as you’re fucked-out mind continues to race.

You have to warn him, you have to—

“G’nna” sniff “need’ta—” your back began to arch involuntarily while you tried with all your might to free yourself from the coming embarrassment, hands desperately gripping at his wrists as you plead, “‘Gumi pleeease, I need’ta—!” interrupted by another hiccup, “think ‘m g’nna peeeeeee—!“

And by some miracle, pale hips slow and his stoic expression softens with what looks like worry as those pretty emerald eyes, laced with the most graceful of lashes, gawk at your form.

As though he’s in awe at how pathetic you look.

Tears on the brink of escaping your lids, chubby body riddled with sweat that trails down your form to creep into your many curves and soak his sheets, dark brows knit in a sweet mixture of pleasure and embarrassment while your wobbly knees crowd around his hips and prod at his sides.

“said what?” his saccharine tone wavers a bit when your cunny decides to give him a nice little clench, barely able to stop his hips from bucking into yours as he spits through gritted teeth— “you have to pee?”

“mm-hm,” you hum softly, nodding your head unconsciously, “tummy’s feelin’ weird…”

Furrowed brows sag in relief when his hips finally go stagnant, shaky legs cramped from tension slowly beginning to cave open so that they may release their boa-like grasp around his hip.

Yet right as you’re about to relax, managing to mumble out a shaky apology for ‘ruining the mood’, Megumi’s hips suddenly jolt forward.

Hard.

Then they move again.

And again.

And again.

Until they simply don’t stop— no warm up or foreplay granted as Megumi lays utter waste to your cunt, his thrusts hard and deep like he’s searching for—

A gasp rips from your throat at the sudden overstimulation, tearful pleas rippling from your lips as your neck ‘n shoulders begin to bounce rigorously against the dampened sheets. your hands scramble for purchase on him once more but one of his hands move from your side to pin both of your wrists above your head with ease and just keeps going.

all you can do is gape at him with wide, betrayed eyes as your tummy knots up once more.

“g…g’m—“ is all you manage to wheeze out before your lips clench, tears finally taking ahold. Sore chest vibrating as weak sobs rack your throat. Throbbing fists whiten against his iron grip as your extremities twist and clench ‘round each other in sad attempt to divert and lessen the coming pressure in your tummy.

You don’t know what he’s thinking, what he’s trying, why he’s doing this— looming over you, beating into your gooey spot with that disconcerting expression.

like your suffering is that hypnotizing.

then your chest is aching cause your lungs are tightening and your tummy’s shriveling up as the knot grows bigger ‘n stronger—

As a last ditch-effort, you gather up what little is left of your strength and just wail— “‘Guuuumiiii—! ‘Gumi, please ‘Gum—” sniff “let m’goplease— m’serious ‘Gumi, I dun’w’nna—!” hic! “m’really gonna—“

The warning was abruptly cut off by an embarrassingly loud moan, eyes flooding with tears once more at the gross feeling of wetness spraying speckles upon speckles of ‘cum’ onto your thighs and tummy— you couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of all that pressure being released.

the silence that followed was deafening, the only audible thing in the room being your heavy breaths.

You didn’t even bother to look at him— why would you? so you could see the gigantic, humiliating mess you made? s’not like it’s all your fault, you told him you had to go!

But none of that matters now because you just pissed on your best friend!!

It seems you don’t have a choice however, as a force grips your neck so hard that you almost get whiplash and starts to squeeze and pull until your bleary brown eyes meet manic green ones.

it’s like looking into an abyss.

Megumi is practically drilling holes into your skull with how intense he looks, pupils dilated to their max with his jawline more than apparent due to his clenched jaw— you can tell by the red flush on his scrunched face and the thick veins that wrap around his arms ‘n neck that he is pissed.

Pissed at you for pissing on him, no doubt.

your eyes begin to well up in preparation for a well-deserved scolding when he finally growls at you, his voice subdued and gritty.

“you’re gonna do that again.”

Protective bakugo is the best kind of bakugo my ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: female reader, pet names used (princess, babe), spanking threatened, swearing protective Bakugou, pregnancy, food cravings, puking mentioned, pouty reader (I have baby fever for some reason, idk why)

Waking up in the morning determined to eat something to satisfy your pregnancy cravings since being sick all the time was starting to piss you off, you were adamant that there was something in the house that you could eat without taking an immediate trip to the bathroom.

Except there wasn't.

And Katsuki comes home to find you curled up on that sofa with a huge pout, surrounded by tissues because you'd been watching a sad film and a pile by take out menus on your lap. You were sat in one of his huge t-shirts, it barely covered your legs, and some fluffy socks with Dynamight logo on them that you bought (read: stole) from the official merchandise at his office.

"What the fuck?"

"Katsuki!" You turned and jutted out your bottom lip, exaggerating the pout even more. "I'm hungry, but there's nothing to eat."

After putting the heavy and dangerous parts of his hero costume away, planting a soft kiss on your head and then your protruding tummy, he walks over to the fridge shaking his head in amusement.

"I'll make ya somethin', we went shopping yesterday so the fridge has... absolutely nothing." He turns to you, confused as heck with a frown on his face. "What the fuck, princess?"

"Everything in the fridge was making me puke so I chucked it all away."

Pulling out the two items you had left, cheese and some apples, he held them up with a shake of his head. "Do we have mice?"

"No. The baby wanted them."

Returning them to the shelf, Katsuki came around the sofa and sat behind you with his legs bracketing yours. His hands resting on your stomach as he turned the TV off.

"How's about... we get out the house and I'll drive ya around until ya find somethin' ya want?"

"Really?

"Yup. We'll stop outside each restaurant and ya can sniff away like a bloodhound."

The bloodhound comment got him a smack on his thick thighs, but he chuckled anyway before tickling you back in retaliation until you threatened to pee on him. After getting showered and dressed, he helped you into his truck and strapped you in, driving down into town and stopping outside each one. His car was stocked with mints, water and some bags in case you did hurl, but he patiently drove you around until you finally settled on one place that didn't make your stomach turn.

"This one!"

"Yeah? Lemme park u- don't you dare get out the car."

"But... food."

"But, nothing. Don't think I won't pop that ass if ya get out the car without me."

Ignoring your huff of annoyance, he parked up and came around to help you out of his behemoth of a truck, holding your hand as you sniffed again walking into the restaurant. Stopping in the middle when a waiter walked by with a plate of something that made your mouth water in a good way.

"I want that."

A chuckle leaving his mouth as he guided you to a table in the corner, settling you down with a quick peck to your temple before going over the bar and asking them what had been ordered. You could see the person behind the counter look at you, understanding on their face, as they rung your order up.

"It'll be over in a bit, babe. You want water or soda to drink?"

"Coffee?"

"You had one this morning, no more caffeine. It upsets your stomach and then you can't sleep."

"But-"

"Princess, ya know I'm right."

A sigh as he watched you with a raised brow. "Fine. But we're eating here for dinner every day until the foreseeable future... or the baby changes their mind."

"Duh. I've reserved this table too."

I'm screaming!!!!😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥂🍾 I need priest nanami in my life!!!

SUNDAY’S BEST

Ft. NANAMI KENTO

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━PAIRINGS: Preacher Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━CW: barely any religious mentions, established marriage, dub-con, somnophila, oral(f. receiving), cum eating, fingering, (f)masturbation, car sex, mating press, heavy breeding kink, public(ish) sex, creampie

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━WORD COUNT: 3.5k

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━FROM CHRIS: I mean…it’s nasty. But believe it or not, i rlly love Nanami :3

A preacher’s child.

They say the life of one is filled with the hardest expectations to fill. Constantly being judged, constantly under watch, and constantly forced to hide their true selves. The unrealistic standards shroud their thoughts and the forced reputation of the family name and honor hinders their every move.

Secrets become the only choice and the dark side of their lives becomes a relief. Their days are filled with nothing but being the “good kid” and the “best role model for all” who pass through the holy doors every Sunday morning.

But…does anyone ever wonder about the preacher’s wife? 

The one who shines above all just for ditching her maiden name for one doused in holy virtue. The one who has no choice but to have a warm and welcoming heart for everyone scattered about the church. The traits of kind and gentle are immediately attached to her name, assuming the same temperate position as the preacher. 

She’s never found too far from her husband either, usually residing at the very front of the pews, hands politely folded atop the plush curve of her tightly pursed thigh. She could be found there every Sunday, even Wednesdays if a bible study was called for. The kind, gentle woman who supports her husband with the occasional glimmering smiles of white and endearing head nods of reassurance. 

All while trying extra hard to keep those pesky rivulets of white seeping through her panties from wandering onto the sacred scene. 

It’s a reality some could never dream of, but one you couldn’t have thought would be shown to you by the town’s very own beloved Nanami Kento. 

Righteous in front of others but salacious when with you—just the traits picked up by his youth. He was once known as the preacher’s kid, quiet and reserved with only a collection of words to say. He only ever did speak when spoken to, could recite ten verses with ease, and was honored as the perfect child. 

Since your younger days as well, you pondered all too aimlessly about Nanami. He was never found with a genuine smile or tone, never was found playing after service with the other children, or even strolling around the neighborhoods with a friend or two.

Pity stained your tongue unwantingly, the urge to help him being repressed by other thoughts. All you could’ve done was pray that he’d be freed of what troublesome chains held onto him, that one day life would hold no limits for him in the days to come. 

Though, such prayers could have never prepared you for today’s realities, Nanami now pursuing priesthood with you as his bride. 

Since taking on the role of wife and finally entering the daily life of Nanami Kento, there were a couple of things to make note of. 

One: he was nothing of what his former timid character made him out to be, now becoming more vocal with his wants and needs. 

Two: as much as he enjoyed a set order and routine, Nanami welcomed life’s spontaneous moments all the same. 

And lastly: his stamina was one for the books.

It’s a blessing to him honestly, being rewarded with a beautiful woman like yourself. Truth be told, he’s had his eye on you since your shared days of youth. If not for the buried confidence and the shielding of negative thoughts, he would have never taken the first step to pursue a relationship with you.

But it was only with you that Nanami found himself reaching deep within to discover who he truly was. 

A man forever indicted in carnal lust.

He knew it from the first date and withdrew from it until your wedding night, wanting to tear and replace every bit of clothing from your body with his own warmth. There wasn’t a night he remembered where he didn’t wish to indulge in you, sending the thick crown of his cock to kiss at your cervix.

There wasn’t a night where Nanami didn’t want to fill your ears with nothing but the sound of him and him only, spilling the slurred speech of how well your pussy could take him. He was driven near mad in all honesty. Restraint was the only thing, wanting to holdfast onto what morals remained. 

Yet, marriage only seemed to bring all this rush of desire and more to light, Nanami now harboring the urge to fill your cunt with the white-hot pools of his cum. It was a rush that he wouldn’t trade for all the money in the world. Just to feel how his tummy would tense, skin running hot with a licking heat, and his mind thrown into complete turmoil—all to hear you squeal at the addictive sensation was all he needed. 

But there came a condition with his sudden obsession; he would only do so on a Sunday—both before and after service. He couldn’t tell you why but he swore it was only on Sundays that he felt heavier, neediest, and too pent up for words.

So, on the days that Sunday did roll around, he’d wake up a whole hour before you did, his eyes cracking at six o’clock sharp. He’ll lay there for a few minutes, heavy lids perched on the sight of you—his sleeping beauty laying without the duvet’s restriction to his eye.

He breathed it all in, from the small pout consuming your lips, the silky cream night slip dress rising with your flooding chest, down to the precious moans mindlessly leaving from you. He often found himself, sneaking a hand behind his briefs to lace around the thick girth of his shaft. A subtle squeeze led to a groan of deliverance he couldn’t afford. 

He picked himself up from beside you, carefully slotting his body between what space was offered by your thighs. The mattress only caved to his body’s contours, sinking especially deep around his perched forearms. His hands cup at your inner thigh, the pulsing pry granting him more room for comfort. 

Nanami knows just how much you look forward to Sundays too, your excitement leading you to take the proactive route. That fact alone is why Nanami’s greeted by the sight of your bare cunt, the pads of his fingers gravitating to the puffy lips. The initial skim of his touch is nothing short of gentle and lingering, minding that he doesn’t slip any further. 

It’s when Nanami’s fingers finally pull apart the lips of your cunt that he falters, allowing a shushed “fuck” to fall from his lips. Even beneath the sun’s latent rays of light, he can see all he needs too—the soft curves of your folds sticky and ridden in slick, the dormant hood of your clit throbbing with the heat of greed.

There’s nothing that really comes to mind when Nanami’s like this, biting back the urge to smother your pussy in his ministrations. But he wants to tease you, bring you to a point just to take it all back. His thumb retires from rest, softly swiping at your clit for his own self-amusement. 

There’s something in it for him, more than his pleasure and more than your orgasm. What Nanami really loved about your pussy was the response, being able to visually watch every single one of his actions settle into your core. Everything he does comes back to him, either in a twitch, a fluttering gasp, or even the uncontrollable spasms of a squirt. 

But for today, all Nanami sought after was for the cute bulb of nerves to kiss at his tongue with a prickling streak of pleasure. He was too quick to remove his essence sullied thumb from you, eyes hinged onto the thinning trail connecting you both. His tongue hurried to replace the fading warmth by pressing against your folds, the delicate sheets parting around him.

What pulls the breathless moan from his chest is you, the rivulets of your taste drizzled all over his tongue. He still can’t believe that a few lazy swirls from his thumb could stir you up like this, enough to get you this wet but still casted away by sleep’s hand.

Either way, a complaint couldn’t have fallen from his lips. Instead, Nanami had a tranquil notion in his mind to take control, his eyes coming to a fluttering shut. It’s why his tongue can drag up to your clit ever so slowly, just to drag down to your slit swiftly.

When he does return to the glimmering bud, it’s nothing but careful nudges. He can feel it too, how your clit begins to harden against him, how the blood all falls to meet his touch. It’s the hot pulses that turn Nanami on all the more, almost as if you’re begging for a break. 

And maybe if he wasn’t so far gone, he’d give you that well-deserved break. Yet, he shines a grin fit for the devil at how generously swollen the tender pearl’s become. It’s a sign of just how close you are and who was he to deny you of any pleasure?

His lips come to a close just above your pussy, sealing off your clit within. Cheeks are hollowed and Nanami can’t control anything else from that point on—not that he really wanted to. It’s out of the kindness of his heart that Nanami’s thumb drifts between your folds once more, grazing along the gummy sheets to soothe over the incoming high. 

Unfortunately, poor Nanami’s so invested in you that he doesn’t notice your hand landing on his head, lithe fingers grappling through the bed of untamed blonde. He doesn’t even notice your hips shuddering from him, trying to pull back from the onslaughts of his worked jaw.

It’s not until Nanami finally decides to greet you that he notices how soaked the bed is underneath you or how his chin faces the same fate. All he does is bring his lips to ghost over the adorably perked hood, ending it all off with a kiss. 

“G’Morning, Sweetheart. Let’s get ready for service, yeah?”

That’s all he leaves you off on, a smug smile and some words before his feet hit the hardwood floor of your bedroom. It’s become normal to him but indescribable for you. As to how he can brush off his lustful whims in an instant fell nothing short of a mystery —considering how the proof laid right before your eyes. Even with disbelief written on your face and a chest desperate for air, you still cared to trudge behind Nanami to start your day.

The clock sits at seven-thirty by the time you and Nanami settle into the car. It’s almost like a clean slate had been taken upon by you both, dressed in the cleanest of attire. His once untamed blonde locks were replaced with his usual style, nothing a pull of a comb couldn’t fix.

A plain navy suit found itself onto Nanami’s body with not a wrinkle in sight. Yet as for you, Nanami really couldn’t keep his eyes off you. In your opinion, it was a lackluster black dress and paired heels that suited anyone at any time. In his opinion, it was everything he lived for. 

When Nanami turns his head to feed his excitement of you, he’s met with the sight he’ll never get over: you with closed eyes, biting down on your finger out of concern. Legs parted just slightly with a small hand tucked beneath your dress. The silent squelches tell Nanami all he needs to know—you were stretching yourself out just for him.  

He gawks at you for just another moment, turning his sights back onto the road in silence. It’s the awkwardness instilled in Nanami that gets him so flustered, a feeling he knows may never overcome.

You being the only other woman in his life weren’t much help either. There are still days when he’ll come to a loss of words, falling into a mindless ramble out of embarrassment. His composure’s lost to the stars and suddenly coherency is out of his reach.

For now, he braces himself for as long as he could, his hand gripping the steering wheel that much tighter until he arrives at the quaint lone-standing building known as the church. But he dare to not stare at the sacred home, his hungered eyes tracing something more interesting. 

A display of mindless behavior really, Nanami’s hand latching onto your wrist. He pulls your hand from between your thighs slowly, fetching the glistening digits to his lips. Of course, he’ll stare right at you as he’s busy cleaning up your mess, his tongue following the glossy strings laid about. It’s only when a simple question rolls from his mouth that you can comprehend his current state of mind. 

“I think we can squeeze a quickie in, what about you?”

You offer him a weak nod before climbing into the backseat, hands tugging at the dress to encircle your waist. Before you could even blink, Nanami’s hovering over you while fidgeting with his belt’s buckle. 

It’s in the heat of a moment like this that you don’t seem to recognize the man you married. You can’t help but form such opinions, asking yourself ridiculous questions without true answers.

Where was the docile boy that existed? Who would only speak when spoken to and stray from any behavior disapproved by his elders? 

Now here he was before you with anticipation heavy on the brain. He isn’t bothered enough to tug at his tie or to unbutton his shirt, opting to slip free from the navy jacket before resting on his haunches. His hands cup the underside of your knees, making it that much easier to press your thighs to your chest.

The pretty swell of your cunt’s lips catches Nanami’s eye, his fingers senselessly drifting against the cloth. He’s so specific to not tear your panties, hooking the soaked inseam to sit along your inner thigh. 

His hand finally slips past his pants to free his cock from the hellish confines, greeting your eye with a dangerous grip. Time was fond of Nanami, ensuring that each second was savored in bliss as he presses the head of his cock to your entrance, the pink crown ripe with the softest of twitches and the thickest of veins just begging for relief.

Elation springs to the forefront of Nanami’s brain, clouding him from the hold of sensibility. His hips almost move for themselves, driving forward in a drunken fury. First, it’s the tip that fills you, barely stretching you for what’s to come. Inch by inch, he’s patiently waiting for the moment where all you know, think, and feel is him.

He loves it truly, watching your eyes widen at the realization, your hands reaching to cover your lips riddled with spit. There’s a certain gasp that takes over your lungs that utterly spoils his ears. Call it a hint of pride, but when that gasp rings from your lips, Nanami can’t help but turn on his ego.

He knows just how deep he was and well he’d fuck that fact out of you, a lesson he swears you seem to forget. But it’s the recoil that drains Nanami for all he’s got, the suffocating clench of your walls pulling such a pretty mewl from his knitted lips. It’s his undoing, pulling from the beckoning thumps of your cervix to press restart on all he’s accomplished for the moment. 

And it’s so unforgiving, the cold etching along his shaft while the head of his cock sits snug with just the slightest peek of pink to meet his eye. His hands search for refuge at the back of your thighs, his nails sinking into the trembling flesh. That same cold is his so-called “excuse” for snapping his hips once more, burying himself in you all over again. 

What follows isn’t simply Nanami rutting himself to absolute filth, of course it isn’t. It’s the insatiable craving pitted at the depths of his tummy, aching for a solution. He’s caught in a blinding lust, unsure of what to chase but knows what the outcome will be. He’s addicted to it, sending his cock so deep inside you, hearing the clashes of skin, down to overseeing you lose all control. 

Sure, there’s a sadistic undertone beneath his amusement but it’s all if nothing but gratitude. He can feel how edged you are, the shivers ripping across your skin, the jolts of your hips when he’s grazing your clit with how close his pelvis was.

He loves watching you lose yourself in it…not to mention in him. Because of that lewd expression of unhinged gratitude is why Nanami can’t help to lean in closer, cutting off the moronic babbles with a kiss. 

Though, just when Nanami thinks he has the upper hand, you always manage the fruit of control right from his hand. The switch in power is so subtle but gradually becomes noticed. By the flutters of your walls, it’s no longer a want to fill you in Nanami’s mind—it’s a need.

That need, or any need really, drives any sane person insane. The urges can no longer be repressed and suddenly it’s itching at their skin, a spot so distant that nothing but the fulfillment of your desires can alieve.

Nanami’s breathing so much harder now to combat his rousing sensations, the head of his cock spry with fizzing nerves. He wants to stop, take a break and cool the rising heat within his body. But when your walls flutter around him again, the quiet and sealed-off mouth of his loses grip and the drivels of pleas fall from his lips all too easily.

But he can’t.

It’s the need that serves a new purpose in Nanami, closing what distance existed to send his cock that much deeper. He’s practically brimming with heat, the veins lining his shaft suffering beneath the exertion of greed. The fat of his cock rests so homely along your walls now that he’s comfortable with letting himself go, his head dropping within the crook of your neck.  He had to make sure every drop would stay, you did have a prayer service to endure, after all.

In his last words, that’s when the hints of dominance seep through. 

“Pretty lil’ pussy’s gonna take everything fr’ me, right?”

Your head unleashes a spool of unhinged nods, serving as enough reason for Nanami. The thick ribbons of white catch onto your womb, drowning you in his scent. It’s so much this time around too, more than the previous Sundays he’d taken to fill you.

The palms of your hands fall over your eyes, using all the latent energy to control the strength of your own orgasm. Your legs trembled from the weight of it alone, triggering tears to crowd at your lash line. Your efforts wouldn’t have been in vain, avoiding all of his hard work to dress his cock in a devastating shade more shameful than white. 

When he manages to catch a breath amidst it all, his eyes dart down to his watch for the time.

8:05 AM.

With mass starting at the sharp time of 8:45, Nanami couldn’t have allowed another minute to pass him by. Not if he wanted his darkest secret displayed for the passing church-goers to see. 

He regretfully drew back from you, tugging your panties back into place. Mentally, he cursed the reality he’d face in a few hours: all of his cum soaked into the cotton. It’d be impossible for you to hold everything, he knew that. Putting his trust in a fading hope, Nanami laid his hand upon you, fingertips drumming a soft rhythm at your lower tummy as he spoke

“Keep it safe for me, Honey. I don’t wanna see a single drop wasted.”

With Nanami’s help, you soon found yourself resting in your usual spot amongst the pews, the first row closest to his reach. Throughout the service, you kept your legs especially tight. You didn’t have to make any eye contact with Nanami to know that his eyes were pinned on you.

He only did ever see you in the crowd, cheering him on with a smile. The pit of his stomach floods with butterflies, fighting a giggle from erupting from his lips.   

After all, with his cum nuzzled oh-so deep inside you, why wouldn’t he?

The holy hour of service concluded just around ten, ending with Nanami and you greeting everyone at the door. The cheerful smiles displayed on your faces are only founded on a facade, the same antics of the morning carrying on. To the people’s eyes, Nanami casually has a hand resting along your lower back, keeping his wife close. 

But you knew what stood behind the act, his fingers slipping warily underneath. He’s playing with the hem of your panties this time, the pads of his digits slinking past the obstruction. He sighs at the results, wet, wet panties.

He brings his lips to your ear, the heat of his breath nipping at the shell. You latch onto his waist, bracing the timid man as his finger finds way to your slit. The explicit words roll off his sullied tongue too fragrantly, leaving you with a fearful reassurance. 

“Aww, I thought it would stay this time. Don’t worry…this time, I’ll keep that pussy extra full next time.”

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Dilf retired assassin Izuku meeting you at the parent teacher night. You hand to stand in for your sibling since your parents were away. Your in the last year of college and already living alone. He chats you up while his kid and your sibling hang out and gossip about the teachers. He's kind and has a sweet smile but for some reason you can feel something dark and dangerous coming from him. As your leaving he stops you and asks for your number. He's blushing and rubs the back of his head with a scared hand. You give it to him with a smile. By the time you get home you already have a text from him.

The two of you chat and message for a little over a week when he finally asks you out. You go on a nice simple date. When he brings you home at the end of the night you invite him in. He's got a cute but strong face and his body is so damn ripped. You leaned against him while talking and you could swear you could feel some of his veins.

This man is wild. He walked in to your apartment and within 5 minutes was fucking you up against the wall. He hammered at your cervix refusing to give your pussy a break. When you squirted against his groin and stomach he laughed and changed his angle to make you cum again. You scream his name clawing at his back and begging him to make you cum again.

"Fuck you look like a pretty fuck doll on my cock. I never thought someone like me would get to see something so beautiful."

Love the dynamic oh my god

Can we please get a mmf threesome where bakugo takes turns fucking izuku and y/n, katsuki having both izuku and y/n ass up face down on the edge of the bed giving them both backshots at the same time 👀 or it can be kiri x shoto or denki x y/n the characters really don’t matter i just really love your mxmxf content

18+ NSFW CONTENT | MDNI

Babe, I’m screaming, crying and fighting the air trying to get rid of this Kacchan brain rot. Like my head is EMPTY.

All I’ve been thinking about is you and Denki bent over the bed. Him with his feet planted on the floor and you with hands and knees on the bed cause you’re shorter. Backs arched, shoulder to shoulder and lips locked in a sloppy kiss. Tongues wrestling. Teeth clashing. Moans being swapped and swallowed like saliva while Katsuki pounds into your cute little cunt with one hand on your waist and the other shoving three fingers into Denki’s tight asshole.

“Tch, look at you. Needy fuckin’ sluts” he smirks, looking down at where he’s connected with the both of you. Loving the way you’re fucking yourselves back onto him. Forcefully Snapping his hips while slamming and spreading his fingers. “Fuckin’ gorgeous. The both of ya’. Gonna cum for me ?”

You’re both nodding, moaning lewdly desperately clinging to eachother. A shaky hand slithers between you and Denki messily rubs your clit while rutting against the bedsheets, chasing his own orgasm.

Katsuki pulls his wet fingers out of the electric blondes ass and delivers a quirk powered smack on his cheek. He gasps , whimpering his name and accidentally activated his quirk just enough to shock your throbbing clit into orgasm.

You’re screaming both their names and Katsuki is still fucking you. But now , with his free hand, he’s lifting Kami by the waist. Raising him up so that he can grab his cock and stroke him off.

“That’s it cum for me, baby boy. Cum all over her”

He pulls out , flipping you over and pushing Kaminari till he’s kneeling over you body and painting your brown skin with thick white lines.

“F-fuck” Kaminari whines, head thrown back in pleasure while tingles in his spine settle.

Katsuki gives neither of you any reprieve, scooping Kami’s cum and shoving it into your cunt. Then pushing you further up the bed, spreading your legs and pushing Denki face forward into your pussy.

“Clean your mess, baby boy” he sneers, fingers gripping tightly at blonde strands and lining himself up at his entrance.

“F-fuck , d-daddy” you moan, hands flailing, reaching for anything to ground yourself when Kami’s lip wrap around your clit.

“Really , Princess ? You that Fuckin’ pathetic? Calling my fleshlight daddy. It’s fucking shameful.”

“Not cool , bro- ahh ahhh~”

Katsuki cuts him off with a powerful thrust. Hitting right against his prostate, making the blonde babble nonsense.

It was so hot.

Sweat dripping and skin slapping. It was just a matter of time until you were squirting all over the blondes face. He drunk it all up. Sweet flavor making him clench around Bakugo and spill his load on the sheets.

“Shit !” Katsuki hissed, hips stuttering against Kami’s ass as he filled him to the brim.

“Good job, idiots” he winces as he pulls out. Then he gently pushes Kami on top of you to cuddle while he goes and runs a bath for you two. Cause he’s the king of fucking aftercare and it’s the least he can do for you two dumbasses because you do everything for him. 🥺

Ahh omg, this was so fun to write. I hope it wasn’t too short I just saw the request and felt the need to respond immediately lmao. Thank you for asks and for enjoying my content love ❤️

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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.

I'm an official simp!! Oh my god please destroy me!! ❤️❤️❤️🥴🥴😩💕

Bruno Madrigal Relationship HCS Part 2: Breeding kink

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut, breeding kink, pet names, daddy kink, mommy kink, cockwarming, mentions of pregnancy, possessive Bruno, reader has female anatomy!

A/N: This is a repost because the first time I posted this it mega flopped for some reason :/ sorry I couldn't re-attach the original ask! Reblogs and interactions really really help too!! :3

♡︎ Bruno Madrigal is heavy on family, and ever since he met you, he knew you had to be the one to help him create one of his own: one where he would help create a new generation for la familia Madrigal and strengthen the Encanto not only for the family, but for their beloved casita and for their beloved village.

♡︎ Don't worry, he won't rush you into having children, he'll be ready once you're comfortable. As superstitious as he is, he based the times the two of you would try on gut intuition. He knows you'll be an amazing mamá to his children who will harbor amazing gifts. He just knows it. But while the two of you are trying for a baby:

He'll spend hours if he has to on foreplay to warm you up. He wants you to feel as relaxed and comfortable as possible. Kissing you deeply as he grinds up against you on the wall, trailing desperate and harsh kisses on your throat and neck. You taste delicious to him and he can't get enough of you.

The little whines and pants he passes through your ear as his cock rubs up against your thighs and clothed cunt make you so flustered, frantically grabbing onto his clothing to keep yourself grounded.

"Mi amor, p-please calm down, you're like a starving wild animal," you groan as Bruno continues his assault on your plush lips and neck. Your fingers easily find their way into Bruno's textured locks of hair, gently tugging on them to angle his head a certain way. When he's all pent up like this, he's a man unhinged and there's very little that can be done to stop him. Not that you'd want to.

"You taste delicious, mi querido, I can't help myself," Bruno moans against your ear as he nips and sucks on your earlobe and that sweet spot on your neck behind your ear. He knows all your weak points so there's no running from him.

As your knees start to buckle, he'll continue making out with you as he guides your body with his toward his bed. You'll end up on top of him now, with Bruno staring up at you like some ethereal being he just met that he's worshiped all his life. And you were.

"Brunito, are you certain you want to try this now? I'm not so sure I'm fertile enough at the moment and-" you question as your hopes start to plummet, but Bruno cuts you off by gently gripping your chin, making your lips and cheeks pucker.

"Mi corazón, don't worry. I have every belief to know that this time will be perfect. Trust me," Bruno coos to you. Your nerves settled and captured your boyfriend into a passionate kiss. Who were you to argue with the man who could see into the future?

But after the mushy, gushy sensual make out session, the two of you are enveloped into positions where your legs tangle, your hands cling together and your bodies are impossibly close. If you were wanting to make this chance to get pregnant the most likely, you had to make love to each other like never before. And you did.

When it came to sex, Bruno was always sensual and purposeful in what he did. And when he fucked you, he made you feel every inch of him. Every. Single. Time. Feeling your body up, he gropes, squeezes and sucks on every plush part of your flesh exposed to him as he's inside you.

You've been in every position imaginable and in every one he was able to have some part of your body in his hands, fingers digging impossibly deep into your skin almost to the point of bruising. But since the two of you were trying for a baby, what better position to finish in other than a mating press?

You're flipped on your back with your flimsy legs pressed to your chest, hiked over your boyfriend's shoulders as he pistoned his thick cock inside your worn out cunny. The two of you held hands as he fucked you stupid, the lewd sounds and shlicks echoing about the room proving just how dirty and madly in love you were with each other. But Bruno was infatuated with you.

His dick finally found that sweet spot inside you and it felt as if it never missed as his thrusts became heavier. Your eyes rolled toward the back of your head and you swore you saw stars, unconsciously mewling out in pleasure and curling your toes as your stomach twisted in knots. You were so wet clenching around him, and your whines and cute pleas were music to his ears.

"Papi, please, I need you," you cooed as you stared your lover straight in the eyes. You never felt more connected to him than when his cock was so deep inside you as he fucked you senseless.

He rarely ever heard you call him that, not in a serious way. Sure you called him that in a joking way once and Bruno became so flustered and hot in the face you thought he was having a heart attack. But this time something in him snapped. How could he ever love you more than he did in this moment?

"Please, say that again....Call me that again," Bruno grunted as he folded over you, latching his lips to yours as his hips smacked into yours. God, you were so cute, taking his cock so well for him, practically begging for him to breed you so you'd become swollen with his child. His head was swimming at the thought, he couldn't take it.

His hips began to stutter as his head dropped into the crook of your neck, panting like a man unhinged. He attacked your neck and littered it with possessive wet kisses, whispering sweet promises into your ear: "I-l can't last much longer when you're clenching so tightly around me like this, mi vida", "You'll be such a good mami, so cute all round and full with our child", "That's it, take all of me, just a little bit longer", "You're doing amazing, love", "Fuck, I love you so much".

Your walls fluttered around his cock one last time as you creamed all around him for the last time, your cries and moans being swallowed up in the deep kiss Bruno had you in. Those sweet but filthy praises he said to you were your last straw. You were so ready for this man to be the father of your children. He was absolutely perfect.

And as he felt you cum for him, he released his seed inside you with a final deep thrust, going impossibly deep and holding you down to make sure you couldn't move. He didn't want any of his cum to leak out of you, not a single drop. He heaved and sighed and shook on top of you, cursing words of surprise under his breath as he leaned over you. You almost felt like you could cum again with how deep he was inside you.

It felt so good feeling him fill your pussy up so nicely, making you feel so full and pleased, so loved. You basked in each other's closeness for a few minutes longer before Bruno pulled out of you and gave you some personal space. He stared at your pussy clenching around nothing, becoming frothy and swollen as his cum threatened to drip out.

You began to jump up as you felt two of Bruno's fingers deep inside you, pushing back in any of him cum that tried to escape. Bruno chuckled and apologized for his abruptness and not warning you. He looked at you with an adorational love in his eyes as he studied your fucked out and tired form before he leaned over to kiss your forehead. He knew he finally got to keep you as he hoped.

"Lo siento, mi amor. Wouldn't want any of my cum to leak out and jeopardize you becoming a mommy. And what a great one you'll be."

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 © 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙯𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩

Just...give me please 🥺 I'm begging!!

Bruno x Reader

Imagine this:

You're sitting on Bruno's lap at a family gathering and when you're about to standup to get a drink Bruno pulls you back down by your waist and into his lap quickly and whispers (almost a whine) in your ear:

"G-give me a few minutes, mi amor"

Destroy me Aizawa! Yes daddy I wanna find outtttt!!! I'm SCREAMING!!!!🥵🥵🥵⚰️⚰️🥀🥀🥀💦💦🥴🥴

MHA x Chubby!BlackFem!Reader Scenarios

 So, a request was made for a “chubby” reader X KiriBaku and I realized that I completely forgot to incorporate that aspect into my response which crazy cause I consider myself “chubby” (the picture is a pretty accurate description); I was too focused on Kirishima’s tits 🥵. Allow me to rectify that with these random scenarios 😁

Izuku Midoriya, Hitoshi Shinsou, Shouta Aizawa

WARNING(18+): NSFW content, manhandling, biting, spanking, fingering, body worship ?, teasing ?, oral, penetration, praise, food/eating fetish (lol)? , aged up/prohero characters, maybe something else.

Grab a snack and a “friend” 😏, cause this is gonna be a long one.

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₊˚ʚ favorite girl

synopsis: your exes closest friends want a taste at his birthday party. (college au) k. bakugo & s. todoroki

warnings: 18+ content mdni choking, biting, unprotected sex, threesome, oral (m. receiving), all characters are aged up.

They had no idea when it started.

Perhaps it was the small kisses they would see you share with their best friend. Your soft, plush lips puckering and delivering sweet pecks to his cheek. The same lips that caused him to moan out in pleasure, so loud that they could hear his hushed curses and mantra of your name through the walls of the frat house.

They’ve fisted themselves to the thought of your sloppy cunt in their face and creaming around their length, and face the two of you with indifference the next day.

Months went by until the two of you broke up. You called it off, rumors of MIDORIYA cheating had circulated and, when you received an airdropped video of said male with another girl - it was a matter of time.

BAKUGO would never tell you or him that he recorded it without permission. The same way TODOROKI would die with the fact that he airdropped the video anonymously to you and other people on campus.

They felt bad and stopped by your apartment to come clean about the master plan they curated due to their mutual sexual interest in you. But, when you opened the door to your apartment all teary eyed, lips poked out in a sad pout, they decided it was best to never speak of it again.

That was sophomore year of college. Now, the three of you were seniors. You got over your good for nothing ex and even harbor cordial feelings toward him. Which is why you were invited to his birthday party.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” The blonde mumbled. You were seated in his lap, back facing him as he kissed your neck with an intensity that would leave bruises in the morning. A whimper escaped your lips as he slipped his hand inside your underwear, coating his fingers in your slick before slowly thrusting his fingers into you.

Your eyes fluttered shut in bliss. His hands were rough and calloused from time playing rugby, causing a friction that can only be described as delicious. “Focus on me doll.” Two small pats on your cheek caused you to blink them open.

Pulling your tube top down, your breast spilled out in front of him like an invitation. One hand fondled your nipple as he latched his mouth on the other, a broken moan escaping your lips as he provided pleasure to both.

Between the pump of his fingers and the other male’s ministrations on your breast, you were delirious from arousal.

Tears streamed down your face as the tightening coil snapped and you gushed all over his hand, him silencing your drawn out whimper with a searing kiss that took your breath away.

“Been awhile since you came like that yeah?” He asked, breaking the kiss and staring at the sole string of saliva that kept you connected. “Doubt he ever made you feel that good, isn’t that right?”

It was true. As much as you hated talking bad about your ex, he focused more so on his pleasure rather than yours. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he fell asleep after his release, leaving you either sexually frustrated and having to finish what he started.

You hadn’t even noticed the two men stripped down to their boxers until you felt Todoroki caress your cheek, his cold hand a stark contrast to your hot body.

As quick as Midoriya had entered your mind he left. You had two fine men behind and in front of you, achingly hard, and pulling a mind boggling orgasm that you just had to have again.

You were completely at their mercy. A desire to please and be pleased bubbling within you.

Allowing yourself to be pushed down with an unfamiliar gentleness from the blonde, he watched as your back arched at the perfect angle, running his hand down your spine, loving the feeling of your soft skin under his palms.

“Don’t think about him. We’re gonna take real good care of you baby.”

The two of you let out a moan in unison. He was huge, just the tip stretching your cunt and causing tears to litter your waterlines. “Fucking hell.” Leaning over, he bit your shoulder as he sunk deeper inside, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you squeezed him so deliciously.

“Suki-” His name sounded purely pornographic on his lips. If you wouldn’t shut up soon he’d cum at an embarrassingly quick rate. No wonder that stupid nerd had never made you cum, your pussy had to be heaven sent.

“How many times am I going to have to tell you eyes on me?” Todoroki gripped your jaw harshly, lifting your head so you were eye level with his dick that was in dire need of attention. “Open.”

There was something about the calm, collected, sweet Todoroki being demanding. Borderline mean even. And her hotheaded, impatient childhood friend Bakugo handling her with the softest of touches and assuring kisses.

They were polar opposites in bed and you loved it.

A harsh thrust caused you to barrel forward, choking on his dick as both of the males groaned simultaneously. “Sorry, m- fuck sorry.” Despite his apologies he continued his harsh thrust, losing himself in the warmth of your walls.

“Such a pretty girl even when you’re, mm- choking on my dick.” Sweat littered his forehead and his grip tightened in your hair, dragging his length up and down your throat.

The room was filled with the sound of their grunts and moans, skin slapping, with sex and arousal heavy in the air. A threesome with you ex’s closed friends never crossed your mind but you wish it did.

“Gonna swallow me up doll?”

“Want me to fill this pussy with cum?”

Your pliancy was shown as you pushed back on the blonde behind you, deep throating the male in front as they both released harmonious moans in the air.

Unlike last time, your orgasm surprised you. An unhinged, erotic moan falling from your lips. “Shit-” Gritting his teeth, Todoroki let his load out down your throat. His brows were knitted, head thrown back as his chest heaved at the exertion.

His lips found their way on yours in a sloppy kiss. Spit smearing as he lazily molded the two of you together as Bakugo shot hot ropes into you with shallow thrusts. His head nestled in your neck as he mumbled praises in your ear, along the lines of “good girl” and “did so well”

Moments passed. Todoroki left to get you a bottle of water, leaving the other to help you to the shower and a clean pair of clothes.

“So, he finally makes an appearance!” Midoriya joked, his leech of a current girlfriend on his arm. “You not feeling well or something?” He asked, motioning to the bottle of water in his hold.

“It’s not for me.”

He raised a brow at that, “One of the guys sick or something?”

“No shithead,” Bakugo snorted as he entered the kitchen, opening the pantry door and taking out a specific few snacks before closing it. “Said she was hungry too and you left your phone upstairs.”

“Who?”

Turning their heads, they looked at their friend with different expressions. Conflicted, guilty even, the other smug and prideful.

“Who else besides our favorite girl.” Bakugo beamed, reaching in the pocket of his sweats to hand him a card with oh so familiar handwriting.

“She said happy birthday by the way.”

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