Warnings: Fem!bodied Reader, Slight Choking

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

Though he knows he doesn't mean this, Bakugou Katsuki regrets taking your virginity.

Not in a deep, emotional way, no. The night he made love to you for the first time was a wonderful night, one that he'll probably never forget. It was romantic and you were so, so good for him, letting him take care of you all night long. He didn't want you to lift a finger that night, he just wanted you to make pretty noises while you enjoyed yourself, and you definitely delivered.

No, no, Katsuki regretted taking your virginity because ever since, you've been absolutely insatiable.

As soon as he'd enter your dorm, you'd be on him, kissing him and humping his thigh and whispering about how much you missed him, missed his touch. Within minutes, your clothes would be off, and his cock would either be deep down your throat or pounding your pussy.

And at first, Katsuki loved it. Do you know how ego-boosting it is for your girlfriend to practically beg you for sex anytime you come over? But it quickly became... a lot.

At first you could only do one round. Then you wanted two. Then you began stretching on to three. And Katsuki has a decent amount of stamina, but with how long and how frequently you wanted him to fuck you, he was having trouble catching up.

And for a moment, he considers talking about it with you. Setting a boundary that and saying "hey, I don't think I can fuck you this much." He knows you'd be understanding, and he'd rather bring it up than push it aside.

But then, you're down beneath him, mouth open and drooling and making the prettiest noises, breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts and pussy tightening around him so addictively, and Katsuki never wants to stop fucking you.

eren loves to eat your sweet little pussy after a long day at work, he barges into your bedroom and leaps onto the bed, immediately taking his shirt off and working on your pants

"e-eren, what are you doing?" you'd ask as you're left in only your panties, he rips them off to see your swollen cunt throbbing for help

he is pissed. so fucking pissed off at his dumbass job, he needs to get rid of his pent-up stress and your pretty little pussy is his stress ball

he dives right in, your hands wrapped around his hair suffocating him into your cunt -his tongue is going over every edge, every slit, every hole you have.

you scream as he sloppily makes out with your pussy, hands gripping into your plush thighs to hold them up for him, he stops and kisses your clit to suck on your pussy lips to let your abused cunt rest for a minute - cherish it, it's your only break

you're humping his face, and he loves it, you're riding his mouth over and over again you're so close but he pulls away letting your taste the testing he felt, the annoyance he dragged at work.

"p-please let me cum"

"no"

you wince at his words but he dives back in, buckle up because you'll only cum when he tells you so

PLAY WITH ME, JEAN.

   ITS foul when he purposefully speeds up the pace of his hips when he knows Eren is passing by the dark room only illuminating blue LED lights, giving you no chance but to moan louder, unable to help it. What if he left that crack in the door on purpose? Most likely, he did. And, he did. An obvious sign that he wanted Eren to realize he's the one that gets to fuck you, make you cum—not him.

"Did you see the look on Levi's face when I hit that touch down?" Reiner commented, popping a few skittles in his mouth and forming a wide smirk. "He was pissed as fuck."

"Too fucking bad, he needed a taste of his own medicine," Connie chuckles, retrieving the blunt from his hand before taking a puff out of it himself.

"Yo, Eren! What we doing here, man?" Connie shouted out, waiting for him to reply before he emerged back into the basement, a big white box in his hand. "What's that?"

"Anybody up for a game?" He had asked, everyone's attention on him.

"Depends on what it is."

"There's this game I bought online, right. It's underground, meaning that it's probably fucking illegal. It's limited players, only two at a time so we have to take turns. I figured we should test it out."

"What's it called?" Reiner asks.

"Stay Alive."

"So it's a scary game then, seriously? Did you test it out at least, like for yourself?" Connie hopped in, fixing the beanie on his head.

"Nah, I just said we could all test it out." Eren rolled his eyes.

"So basically you were too much of a pussy to see what this game was actually about?" Connie snickered, snatching the black case away from him, noticing that it didn't have a picture, just a black and red disc.

"I wasn't, though."

"I'm suppose to believe that?"

"Shut the fuck up. We playing this or not?" Eren raises his brow, eyes lingering over to your presence, watching you completely zone out into the dimmed screen of your phone, legs bunched up to your chest as you tried to contain the grin on your face, biting your lip and giggling quietly. You hear Eren clear his throat before saying your name, "y/n?"

"Mhm?" You hurriedly slap your phone face down on your thigh, looking up at him with attentive eyes. Eren squints at you, his eyes traveling over to an unusually quiet Jean who sat across the room from you on a bean bag chair directly facing you, his legs spread which he shifted in and out, taking a swig out of a bottle of E&J, eyes glued to his phone just like you were.

"Oh, the game? I'm good, I'm just gonna smoke and watch you guys," you smile.

Eren then asks Jean, who proceeds to give him the same answer. "I'm good, man. Maybe later."

Eren grows slightly annoyed when your attention flys right back to your phone, unaware of the scowl on his face as you smile at your screen, a new message popping up.

jean

better stop making it obvious before they find out.

you

I don't care.

jean

you should. you know who has a thing for you.

you

who? eren?

jean

no, connie. who else?

you

we're just friends.

jean

he looks at you the same way I do.

you

how do you look at me?

jean

don't pretend you don't know.

you

tell me.

jean

come here and I'll show you instead.

You peak your head over your phone, hiding your smile with the object as you watch Jean's dark eyes burn into your face, whispering 'no' to him. He chuckles, mouthing, 'come here' and using his finger to call you over, a seductive grin plastered on his face. Your face felt hot, your legs tempting you to walk over to him right now. Neither of the guys could see you two since you sat far behind them. They had chairs pulled up to the wide projector screen, backs turned to you as they laughed and smoked, the harsh clicks of buttons on their controllers sounding the area of Eren's mancave other than the low tone of R&B music.

All of you made it to Eren's after a homecoming game, celebrating a win since all the guys were on the team, Reiner being the captain and scoring the final touchdown. Even though the guys were here, Eren wanted to spend time with you the most. Unfortunately, you were too busy entertaining Jean to notice. As he played the game, he repeatedly side-eyed the two of you, purposely turning his chair slightly to the side to watch. Jealously formed in his chest as he sees you stand to your feet and make your way over to Jean, crouching next to him on your knees and snatching the bottle of liquor from his hand with a smirk, chugging some down as Jean leans forward to hover his lips over the center of your neck, breath hitting your skin. You flinch and giggle, leaning back, nearly falling before his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

Clearly, Eren had feelings for you for quite some time, and they grew the longer time passed. You kind of guessed it since he was super touchy and protective over you, and Eren started to take the hint that you wanted to remain friends since you never made a move or responded back to his flirtatious actions. Seeing you with Jean was a different level of hatred. He didn't necessarily like Jean. Sure, he invited him over and always hung out with the rest of the crew, but that was only because of you and them. He had small interactions with him and that was it. Did he dislike Jean because of your feelings for him? Only fifty percent.

You and Jean never spoke a word about your relationship. It wasn't anyone's business to begin with, but, your small friend group grew curious. Connie and Reiner already made assumptions that the two of you were fucking, they also knew Eren liked you, but it's not like they could force you to like him back. You never felt that way about him. As gut-wrenching as it would be to say to Eren's face—you only thought of him as a brother.

   It was something that happened based on curiosity and the persuasion of weed. One night when Connie threw a party at his place, you and Jean hung out on the patio talking about anything and everything. Until the conversation of sex popped up, and neither of you were taken off guard. You both thought the same, and that's all you wanted. You added your contact in his phone and from that point on the two of you talked—more like sexted.

Both of you were incredibly busy, so you never had time to go through with the things you told one another. The things he said he would do to you, how he'd touch you, have you crying his name, begging him to fuck you—and so much more you couldn't even fathom. The sexual attraction was insane, making your bodies throb whenever you were around each other. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. It was torture almost, listening to him groan and whimper over a phone screen as he fucked his hand and praised you while you cried and pressed your vibrator to your clit, moaning his name.

You couldn't count how many times you FaceTimed each other just to get off. The desperation heightened the longer the two of you were apart. Jean went to a different college, so it was a miracle whenever he would come around to see you on campus. But whenever he did, you were usually around the guys, or Eren, so there was never any alone time. Jean picked up on Eren's vibe toward him. His obvious looks of 'back off' when he was next to you, playing this as some sort of rivalry when Eren had no clue that you were practically ready to climb on Jean's face before his.

Eren clenches his jaw as he ties his hair up into a messy bun, aggressively bouncing his leg and knocking down two more shots, turning his back entirely, having enough of what he was seeing. Connie and Reiner were too high to pay attention, screaming at one another as loud gunshots from the game rings in their ears. Jean has his wide hands flat on your stomach as you inch your face closer to his, his thigh inching up to hide the reflection of his hand pulling the zipper to your jeans down. Your hand wraps around his wrist, eyes interlocked as his long fingers slide into your panties, pressing two flat on your aching clit.

A moan you let out makes Jean grab the back of your head to grip your hair out of surprise, brows arching as you shift your hips and weakly mewl his name between his neck, coming closer and throwing your arm over his shoulder, nails scratching at his back. Your thighs clench, applying more pressure on your clit as he rubs circles dangerously slow. Jean grows harder in his briefs obnoxiously barricading his throbbing cock.

"Keep doing that and see what happens, dollface," Jean grins. The two of you try to be as quiet as possible, Jean glancing over to see that they were all still distracted with the game, reaching his hand down your jeans to grip your ass, bringing you close and smoothing his hand up and down your clothed thigh. You whine pathetically, locking your lips with his, the two of you sloppily kissing, rushing your tongue over each other's desperately, lips smacking.

"I got you wet like this? That easily?" Jean breathes, humming as your mouth drops and you grip onto his shirt, wrinkling the fabric in your fist the moment he dips his thick fingers inside you and curls them upward, massaging that spot perfectly.

"J-Jean, let's go upstairs," you begged, grabbing his forearm to stop his movements.

"Can't hold back anymore?" He licks his lips.

"Fuck no," you whisper, giggling afterwards. Jean slowly pulls his fingers from you, slipping them into his mouth while staring you dead in your eyes, his own fluttering.

   "Let's go."

"Wait, let me go first. Wait fifteen minutes," you say, standing to your feet and fixing yourself. Jean clears his throat, watching your hips sway as you begin to walk away, trying to hide the erection in his pants.

"Ay! Where you goin'?" Connie catches you, your flustered appearance well-known as you turn your head to see him and Eren staring at you.

"Bathroom. Lady issues," you respond quickly.

"Bring me a beer on your way back, yeah?" Connie pouts. You smile adorably.

"Gotcha."

   Next thing you know, you’re locked beneath the man you’ve practically been begging to fuck forever. He already has you near done. Coming up the stairs moment after you and meeting you in this dark room, laying on his back and letting you take control of his face you fucked just like you daydreamed of doing. Eren's footsteps are eerily prominent, droplets leaking from your eye sockets from the unbearable pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. Knowing he’s outside that door makes Jean throw his head back and pound into you harder, until you’re squelching around his cock and you memorize the feeling of him throbbing deep inside you. When you raise your hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to shield your moans out of embarrassment, Jean instantly snatches it away and pins it above your head.

   "You think because someone walked by, you can stop screaming my name?" Jean slams harder, knocking the breath out of you, your nails clawing at his lower back the harder he fucks you, trying to keep your grip on him. "Louder, baby."

Fuck, you can’t. Eren could still be listening. How do you know it’s him? Who else would be irritated enough to follow the two of you and see what you were doing. Either way, it was too late to hide what was going on. It’s disrespectful to say the least. You’re getting fucked dumb by a man he despised in his own home, on his parents’ bed while his best friends are downstairs. Part of you didn’t care, the other half felt a little guilty. Though, he makes it worth the risk. The way he has your thighs spread apart, pinning them to the bed while he works his cock into you with steady rolls of his hips, letting you feel every vein, every throb, that perfect curve that hit just the right spot.

The lights suffice as he hovers above you more, eyelashes sticking together, drool sitting at the side of your blabbering mouth. You wouldn’t shut up. Not that he wanted you to, and definitely your lack of ability to do so. All those months of talking and you knew he’d live up to your expectations. He wasn’t a bullshitter. He told you he’d fuck you good, and he is.

   "Hm? What's my name, princess?” Jean runs his tongue over your lips, humming with an arched brow, waiting.

   "Jean," you gasp, biting your lip as you tremble, already on the verge of cumming. He reaches between where you two meet, pressing his thumb against your sopping clit and rolling as he holds you down, knees completely flat to the bed as drills into you. Your toes curl, your eyes scroll back, and your arch riding higher.

   "That's fuckin' right, baby,” Jean licks his lips, lowering his lips by your ear. “Let him know so it’s real.”

By betrayal of your own body, you move your hips with his each time he grounds his cock deeper, clit stimulated against his bare pelvis. He’s disappeared completely inside of you. Although Jean had a foul mouth, at the same time he managed to praise you, still being gentle with you even after tossing you around. Soft kisses to your temple, stroking the side of your thigh, asking if you’re okay. He was the sweetest. Yet that same man switched like a light the more he stayed inside you, your legs locking him still as you shake beneath him. Whimpering out his name, his breath on your neck and ears, sensitive areas that only made you wetter.

“You’re cumming for me, dollface?” Jean sets his face back in front of yours, staring you down as he salaciously locks his lips with your own, swallowing down your lustful noises and becoming one.

“Yes,” the sound of your voice is unrecognizable. Astonished with yourself. Jean chuckles, ringing in your ears.

“I’m cumming for you too, baby,” he’s groaning louder, hips becoming sloppy as he thrusts lazily, maintaining that roughness. He pants, your clit pulsating when you witness him dropping his mouth open once his eyes twitch. “See how fast you got me there? You’re so fucking sexy.”

OCTOBER 1ST. VENOM

“eyes. lungs. pancreas. so many snacks, so little time.”

♱ — katsuki bakugou + monsterfucking.

♱ — synopsis; katsuki’s been a bad fiancé recently, he tries to tell himself that it’s all in his head ( literally ) and when his neglectful behaviour nearly ruins your engagement dinner — he has no choice but to make it up to you, with the help of a little symbiotic friend.

♱ — length; 5K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !

♱ — notes; waaa!! hello everyone, welcome back to kinktober!! im so happy to be participating again, i hope you all enjoy whats in store for this year. starting with this baddie !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

“just eat her…katsuki…” 

“no, you can fuck right off.” 

“why not? she is unpleasant…katsuki…its not like we like her anyways…” 

for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his head— listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all aren’t what matter. red eyes drift to the devil’s incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat down— katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the woman’s skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.

“goodness, bakugou,” the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. “i’m paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slob— you look awful, and at my only daughter’s engagement party!” she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it. 

“see? you are a loser, bakugou.”

he wasn’t dressed that bad, sure, it wasn’t the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt you’d told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work but— it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. that’s all that mattered.

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that tiktok audio of the tr boys saying “mikey” is stuck in my head😭

this is everything

reiner braun is a man that knows everything! Not some Ivy Leavue scholar or Harvard graduate but he was so smart. He’s the man that could easily identify four different types of cows whilst in passing if you see a pasture full of cows…even when the average person wouldn’t think of such a thing! “Well let’s just say I have a lot of experience..” He’s the man that could hear your car make the slightest sound and tell you what the issue is before you even have time to pop the hood.. “..you know that transmission is gonna go at any time..park that thing until I have time to fix it.” Hell, he could even tell you what a variety of herbal medicines that can be mixed in the event that you can't get to a pharmacy or otherwise. He could look at a plant and tell you if it were poisonous or if it could be useful. “..sorry, I know this stuff seems weird. I grew up on a farm with eight other kids and we were taught real young how ta’ search for herbs and stuff.” But perhaps the thing that he was most knowledgeable on..were all matters pertaining to your body. Sometimes, it seemed as if he knew them better than you knew yourself. He knew the things that made you tick, that turned you on and what made you fall apart in his grasp. Reiner could sense when you were needy..tensing up and whimpering at the slightest touch. He knows that you need to be placed in his lap and fingered slowly..in no rush to go anywhere and taking all the time in the world to bring you to your peak. His fingers bent right at your hilt as he shoved them knuckle deep and pressed that sensitive core. He can sense when you need that pretty little brain shut off and to be brought to a gushing orgasm.. “..keep yer’ legs parted, baby and I promise I’ll take care of you..” and he knows when you’re having a bad day and although he wants to handle you with the utmost care, he knows what you need more than anything, is a rough fuck. To be pounded into the mattress with a hand to the back of your neck and that plump ass ricocheting against him. Making you grasp the sheets and scream his name. Until the only tears you were crying were those of pure pleasure. Begging him to go deeper so that you couldn’t feel anything but him deep within you. Inflicting small amounts of pain in between just to really get you excited. That tightness swelling around him and you leaving all of your frustrations on those silk bed linens in a pool of juices. He knows you’re not going to stop, even if you’re overstimulated so he slows his strokes to a medium pace and lets you ride it out on his cock, for as long as you need to..

“It’s okay, darling. We can take all night if that’s what ya’ want. I always know what’s good for you.”

go ahead n post that feet + kat post… i support u… i stand with you…

politely, baby (3.7k)

bakugou katsuki x f!reader

“i know you, you never buy furniture without thinking how to fuck on it first.” or you buy a new hammock and you’re both curious to know what can be done on it

cw: minors dni. fem!reader. established relationship. feet. katsuki sucks, licks, kisses your feet. all sweet n soft. fingering. kissing. he embarrasses you over it. outdoors in your private garden in a hammock. calls you a whore affectionately. kinda brat reader/brat tamer bkg.

a/n: the beloved foot fic. i hope this meets all your standards and if it doesn’t that’s not my problem lmao also if this is the first fic of mine you’ve read please know feet isn’t a common occurrence in my fics !!! THE PEOPLE WERE BEGGING ME AND WHO AM I TO DENY THEM ??? but also saying that, if you don’t think feet are your thing… have a go you might be surprised hehe

you 3:21pm: what r u up to????

you 3:21pm: my hammock came! the delivery guy carried it into the garden it was so fucking heavy

you 3:21pm: i need help from a big strong man to help me build it :( can you refer me to any?

katsuki rubbed his hand across his stubbled chin in amusement. he knew your little text message was code for please can you help me build this new piece of furniture i bought because i cannot be bothered to even try and i will start crying if i can’t find a screw and will start to sweat after one minute of labour. 

If it was anybody else, he’d send them a sweet ‘do it yourself’ and be on with his day. but he’s talking to you and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do if you asked. he also enjoys building shit, makes him feel all strong and masculine in-front you with a permanent reminder of what he did in your home.

katsuki 3:23pm: Ask politely baby

you 3:23pm: please can i borrow you and your big strong muscles to help build my hammock?

you 3:33pm: reward will be: kisses and takeout :)

katsuki was already on his way to you after your first message.

the summer breeze was light through your garden as the sun beamed down at you both. your favourite type of weather. it wasn’t too hot that you were dripping buckets or that the sun stubbornly glared in your face. instead, it was the right weather for shorts, sunglasses and a tank top as you suck on the straw to your lemonade, staring down at your boyfriend building furniture by hand. 

the sight was a dream. your summer playlist floated in the background out your speaker as you laid back in your deck chair, book cast aside on your mini table as katsuki perched cross-legged on the grass in his black crocs, navy shorts and white tank top. he was currently glancing between the paper instructions and two metal poles he was holding. he had a look of contentment on his features with a black thin headband to hold back his blonde locks to reveal his forehead and his dark sharp brows relaxed as he starts to screw something to something. you’ve got no clue.

“why d’you even need a hammock? you’ve got a working chair right there?” 

the male flicks his head up to look at you, his biceps tensing as his wrist flicks to turn his screwdriver. you’re fixated by the action until you remember he asked you a question. 

“who doesn’t want a hammock? and we can both fit in this one. we can’t fit on one of these.”

“yeah, we can if i’m on top of you. we can’t fuck like that in a hammock, your ass will be topplin’ out,” he chuckles to himself, ruby eyes twinkling when he takes in your pout. 

“my ass will only be falling out if you build it wrong and who said it’s for fucking? can’t i want to sit with you in my garden?” you cross your arms across your chest.

“i know you, you never buy furniture without thinking how to fuck on it first.” his sharp toothy grin melts through your lower half like the ice cubes in your lemonade.

your eyes narrow, okay yes it did ponder through your mind for a minute before pressing purchase. then you figured, you can both work it out once it’s built. “don’t make me sound like a pervert. whatever we decide to do on it depends on you making it.”

now, you stand beside katsuki who snaps a shot of his newest creation: your hammock. the thick white and grey striped fabric hangs curved from two very stable pillars of wood. it’s cute, matches the aesthetic of your garden completely and as the sun casts its golden glow down on it you’re eager to jump in. but first you reward your boyfriend.

lightly, you push katsuki’s arm holding his phone down, reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss onto his cheek, then on the corner of his lips then a sweet peck on the centre of his lips. your hand finds home at his chin and he blinks almost languidly down at you, a small smile sneaking onto his cheeks, “you like it?”

you nod, biting down on your lip, “just like amazon said. five stars for easy assembly. thanks ‘ki.”

katsuki chuckles, “let’s not rate it five stars yet. let’s see how it actually manages.”

you both stare at the hammock questioningly before katsuki’s hand on your waist slides down to smack at your bum.

“c’mon princess hop in.” with a literal jolt forward, you run your finger along the fabric, wondering if it would be actually able to even take your weight.

with a hesitant frown, you turn to face your boyfriend to sit down on the fabric, your legs swinging off the edge, “okay, first step complete.”

katsuki chuckles, “now swing your legs in.”

you swing your legs over to lay on the stretch of fabric. this thing could definitely hold you, katsuki too. a smile slides onto your face, even a little gasp.

“it actually works!” you screech, face peeping out from the fabric. then you hold your arms up, “come get in too, ki!”

katsuki grunts, mentally analysing how to slide in. he does what you did, sitting on the edge and shifting his hips almost gracefully at the other end of the hammock so he’s facing you. it was comfortable. more comfortable than you thought laying in swinging fabric would be. you felt like you were cocooned, wrapped up like a caterpillar and warm with your boyfriend laying under you. 

after some shuffling, he lifts you to rest between his legs with your legs on top of his chest and your feet on his pecs.

“yuck, get your feet off me!” you whine, flicking his big toe that was dangerously close to your face by your shoulders.

“nothin’ wrong with my feet. i should be sayin’ that about your gremlins right in front of my face.”

you wiggle your feet that sit on his pectorals, even poking his cheek with your toe. “now we both know you’re lying. my feet are cute, admit it.”

two big callous hands grip your feet, thumbs massaging the sole of your foot. katsuki’s always been good at massages, one of the many reasons why you keep him around. every touch is enough to lull you to a sweet slumber, soft moans sliding through your lips.

“guess they’re not that bad,” he grumbles and you know he’s still lying. there’s not a thing about you he finds bad, let alone your feet. 

“that feels good,” you moan, snuggling back into your hammock and gravity dragging your eyelids shut. his touch feels like heaven, rubbing strains and knots you didn’t even realise you had, out. you’re unbelievably comfortable with the soft breeze cooling you down and the familiarity of his rising chest under your legs. 

all until you feel a completely different sensation on your toe. alarmed, you open your eyes to find your boyfriend with the tiny limb in his mouth. coated in his spit and warm in the wet cave of his mouth. his tongue swiped across the soft pad of your toe before suctioning his cheeks and sucking. really sucking like he would between your legs. you grip his leg beside you for stability.

“what are you doing?” you ask surprised, voice careful and quiet as if you couldn’t figure out if you liked it or not. bakugou doesn’t reply. but he does level you with an amused stare, reading the confusion in your eyes. his left eyebrow raises as he mimics a baby with a dummy.

his tongue swirls around the gaps between your toes, the sensation making you twitch before adding two extra toes and giving a big suck again. “katsuki— ahh mhm.” your hand flies to your mouth with the confirmation that you do enjoy your toes getting sucked. you don’t need to guess to know the rush of heat through your body is due to this and not the summer heat. even the gush of wetness between your legs feels embarrassingly misplaced.

but you don’t pull your foot away. you sit in your horniness, zoning in on his pink lips around you, his big calloused palms still rubbing the pad of your foot by the heel. and lastly, his narrow ruby eyes watch for every little reaction your body makes. every suck you could vividly feel on your clit. your breathing hitches.

with a hand on his calf, “why does this feel good?”

loudly with a pop, katsuki takes your toes out of his mouth to run the tip of his tongue from the heel of your foot to the top. the wet muscle is stupidly ticklish on you, making you wiggle in his hold but he doesn’t let you budge.

“stop wrigglin’,” he growls against your skin, giving you a tiny nip before pressing wet kisses all over you. he combines it with nibbles with his teeth and his full lips sucking on the side where your foot curves. your breathing is heavy, all this attention on your feet is something you’ve never done before with anybody. your heartbeat is between your legs, begging for attention from the pretty blonde before you.

then he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand from the connecting spit. the grin katsuki gives you is the final knock in the nail for you; the cockiest, toothiest grin yet. “knew you’d like gettin’ your toes sucked.”

you frown, crossing your arms over your chest, to calm your desire to be touched in other places, “didn’t think you’d like sucking toes. i’ve been walking barefoot on the grass.”

katsuki chuckles and your frown wavers as your heart melts when he presses soft kisses along your toes. “you’ve been wearing your sandals the whole time and even if you weren’t shits fine with me when it’s you.”

“when it’s me?”

he scoffs like you’re stupid, “you’re mad if you think i’m putting anyone else’s toes in my mouth.”

you shrug smugly, uncrossing your arms again to run your fingers up his leg beside you.

“so are we gonna find out if this hammock can take us?” he asks, back to rubbing your feet with a curious stare.

you bend your knee to nudge the heel of your foot against his semi in his shorts. you stifle a giggle as his features relax momentarily, “why’re you hard?”

“you were lookin’ at me like i was some god for suckin’ your fuckin’ feet.” and without any warning, katsuki sits up and drags you by your thighs so your back rests on his knees and thighs. 

“s’pretty from this angle,” he mumbles lowly in the most lovestruck voice you could imagine. he brushes stray hairs off your face affectionately, even smoothing out your eyebrows with his thumbs and then pecking your forehead. 

you laugh shyly with his undivided attention, though with katsuki there’s always an opportunity to talk back to him, “you saying i’m ugly from other angles?”

“of course. it’s not like i call you beautiful daily, at all times, is it?” he scoffs, but katsuki is completely enamoured by you. licking his lips as his eyes flick to each of your features. eyes to your nose to your lips. hands running down your sides and squeezing.

“don’t look at me like that because i’m not about to kiss your foot mouth,” you warn, though he leans closer to you anyway, knowing full well you’ll let him do anything. you rest your arms on the junction between his neck and shoulders, easily smiling at the smirk plastered on his face.

“you’re not?” he raises his eyebrows, completely entertained by you as he manhandles you by your hips, dragging you further down his lap so you can feel the press of his cock against your centre when he leans over you.

you whimper, trying to blink the desire out your eyes, “no, that’s disgusting.” 

one pout of his lips and he’s touching yours. “mhm? i think you are though, baby. i think you—,”

if anyone asks you only kissed him so he shuts up. one hand on the back of his head as you push him onto your lips. he angles his head to the left as you move to the right, tongues licking against each other’s like you haven’t tasted each other in years. you caress his stubbled cheek, loud gulps as you try to take everything he gives you. 

katsuki is slick with it. nibbling at your lips and sucking on your tongue as he slowly pulls away. you chase after him but when he finally lets go. then you flop back onto his knees, a breathtaking smile landing on your face. 

you’re intoxicated by the man, cheeks all hot and your hair decorates his legs angelically. you make him want to scream. “what’s the plan, loverboy?”

he takes hold of your leg, straightening it out by his head. he speaks against your knee, lips brushing against your skin, “gonna take care of you. that good with you?” his ruby pupils hold your eyes, love swimming in them like lava in a volcano. 

bakugou doesn’t stop his worship there, he bends your leg towards you, knee by your head as he takes hold of your foot. it can barely count as a kiss as he brushes his lips across the bottom of your foot, so soft that whenever he presses a kiss you feel a rush of wetness between your legs.

“that feels good, ‘ki,” you whisper, eyes wide and glossy as he keeps your eyes locked on him. staring into you like you’d be a fool to look away.

he knows exactly what you mean by that, sweeter words to say that he’s making you horny right now. he grins into the new kisses before stretching out your leg and placing butterfly pecks down it. he’s loud with the smacks, every duck of his head, he keeps his eyes on your face. your pretty lips are parted, dying to rake your hands through his hair. then he begins to navigate south, kisses passing down your ankle to your calves to your knee to your thighs then—

“want me to touch your pussy?” in a deep growl as his nose brushes against your clothed centre. 

your breath hitches in your throat, your head nodding impatiently.

“obviously.”

katsuki sinks his teeth into your thigh, a little bite when you yelp. “no manners, huh? reply properly or i’ll push you off this hammock.”

you roll your eyes in humour, a smile creeping onto your face at the twinkle in his eye. “please touch me, my love.”

katsuki only gives you a little, rubbing his thumb on the outside of your shorts, “this good enough?” 

you bite down on your bottom lip. it’s not nearly enough. “no, i want you to take them off.”

he gives you a narrowed stare, “please! i want you to take them off please.”

with an understanding nod, katsuki helps you shuffle out of your shorts, throwing them on the grass below you and immediately moaning at the sight between your legs.

“fuck baby. this all for me?” and you’re nodding before you can help it. 

nothing about you will ever become tiring to the man. seeing you again, your outer lips all shiny with wetness, spreading you apart with two fingers with your cute little bud at the top and your sweet hole pulsating desperately around nothing. he’s just been making out with your feet.

“all for you katsuki.”

you make sure to pronounce every syllable of his name with perfection. he reacts almost feral, pupils becoming dark and his hold on you tighter like he’ll never let you out of his sight.

he holds out two fingers at your lips and obediently you lay out your tongue for him to place them on. then you suck, licking around them like you would his dick before he slowly pulls them out a rough chuckle from his chest. “such a whore babe.”

you pout, locking your legs around katsuki’s waist, only opening your legs more. “i’m only doing what you’re telling me t— fuhh, fuck katsuki.”

you throw your head back on his legs as mid-sentence katsuki thrusts his freshly sucked fingers into your wet hole. he slides right in, curling his fingers up and rubbing your soft spot. your back arches, grumbles and garbles leaving your lips.

“didn’t say it was a bad thing. you’re my lil whore. you love every fuckin’ thing i do to you.” you’re not disagreeing with him, you’re not able to as your fingers circle his wrist between your legs now pumping in and out noisily like you would a toy.

“oh fuckkk ‘ki,” you whine, eyes squeezed shut, features all mushed on your face. your thighs tremble relentlessly around katsuki’s waist, hips thrusting up to meet his fingers. you’re needy, desperate and begging for more. “katsuki.”

katsuki smirks, fingers thrusting faster and faster, his palm pressing on your stomach to keep you down on his lap, “you want somethin’ else, baby? somethin’ you wanna ask me for?”

you mewl like a cat, hands out grabbing for anything of him you can hold onto. “my clit, rub me.”

katsuki pinches your ass, stuffing you full with his fingers and not moving. you open your eyes to stare at your lover who stares back with his eyebrows raised. “why’d you stop?”

“ask politely, baby. really need to sort out your manners,” he tuts, slapping the squish of your thigh beside him. katsuki’s completely humoured by you. your soft pouting bottom lip, so sweet and kissable. your eyes are almost watering from the tight tension in your pussy and there’s a layer of sweat on your forehead from the heat and him.

“please touch my clit, n—need you so bad,” you shuffle up and down his legs, humping his hand that refuses to move. still he doesn’t, his thumb only lightly brushing your puffy bud. you gasp but it does nothing to soothe the building in your stomach, “katsuki, stop teasing. please.” 

your pleading turns katsuki’s grin animalistic, his cock tightening around his waistband. “good job baby, my cute lil whore. can’t believe your pussy’s wet just from me suckin’ your toes. your fuckin’ toes baby.”

katsuki restarts, pumping his fingers into your centre as he uses his other one to rub fast circles onto your clit. you whine in embarrassment, “stop saying that.”

“what? you got wet because i sucked your toes? you like my lips suckin’ your toes like i do your cute lil clit?” katsuki taunts and every word only makes the knot tighten in your stomach. 

you moan at his words, clawing for his arm as your bend your head to watch his drenched fingers enter in and out of you. you bite your lip, wetness gushing out of you at just the sight. “k-katsuki, oh my god i love you.”

katsuki chuckles, rough and rumbly, ducking down to press a kiss against your chin. “good girl, love you too baby. come for me now, yeah?”

it’s as if the words set off a switch inside of you, “s—slow down i’m gonna—,”

you come faster than you even expect, your back is in the air, fingers tight around his wrist and you’re whining at the wet visceral sound of the friction him inside you. “oh, uhf, mhm,” tumble out your lips as the knot in your stomach snaps. stars shoot behind your eyelids as sparks shoot down all your limbs, numbing them as they spasm around katsuki.

“c’mon baby, let it all out,” he soothes, working you through it. his fingers keep curling against your walls, his thumb clockwise on your bud. he keeps going, pecking kisses along your chin till you push his arm out.

“t—too much now,” you’re breathless, chest heaving and flicking your eyes up to the blue sky. 

you’re hardly ready for a conversation when katsuki says, “good going on the hammock. it’s comfortable, i can finger you and suck your toes.” katsuki hums before taking his two fingers slicked in your wetness into his mouth. 

you lazily knock your knee against his arm, you’re trying to blink back to reality, rubbing your eyes with your fist, “laugh at me all you want but you’re the one that enjoyed my feet in your mouth. says more about you than me, honey.”

katsuki shrugs, embarrassment is always rare to find on him. “i don’t care though baby. would do it again, even loved when you rubbed me with your foot.”

your eyebrows raise at his confession. he wipes his wet fingers on his shorts nonchalantly, massaging your thighs as you slowly sit up to face him. 

“why y’lookin’ at me like that?”

“you’re really into foot stuff, aren’t you?” you smile mischievously, placing his hands on your bare hips. you tilt your head and you take back what you said before, embarrassment isn’t rare to find on your lover. in fact, he just uses it against you when it’s really about himself.

the tips of his ears flush red and his bottom lip juts out as he grumbles, “you’ve just got cute feet. same way i like your hands, i like your feet.”

that excuse doesn’t save him, “would you like me to give you a foot job? like a hand job but instead my feet—,”

with a sigh, he puts his hand on your mouth to silence you. your eyes only widen, cheeks rising beneath his hand. he pecks your forehead at the same time you lick his palm.

both of your hands circle his wrist and his hand slides off your face, “so would you? a foot job?”

again he shrugs, lifting you by the ass to sit on his cock. he pecks your lips, rubbing his nose against yours. “wouldn’t mind, baby. i mean we could try it?”

you’re nodding like a bobblehead, “i’ve watched a porn of it before, i think i’d have good technique…”

SATORU GOJO might have been strong. He might have been handsome. But, above anything else, he was a whimpering, moaning mess.

Strands of his white hair were stuck to his sweaty forehead. His sharp blue eyes opened and closed repeatedly, as he battled between wanting to keep them open to look at your pretty face, or closing them as pleasure overwhelmed his trembling body.

Those large hands of his gripped your ass as you rode him.

“Shit,” he moaned once again. “Feels so good — so, so good.”

Your hands held onto his muscular shoulders as your pace quickened.

“Baby, please . . .” he begged for nothing in particular.

“You’re so whiny,” you teased. “Didn’t know the strongest sorcerer would be so pathetic for me.”

“I can’t help it,” with a little gulp, he started to buck his hips, meeting your thrusts with his own rhythmic bucks as he chased yet another orgasm. He couldn’t get enough. All he wanted was to fill you up.

“Please make me cum, keep going, don’t stop . . . don’t stop,” words fell out from between his buttery lips like a prayer. “Please keep fucking me baby, feels so good.”

“Are you gonna cum, Satoru?” You questioned with a smirk, looking at his fucked-out face.

“Yes, I’m right there. So close. I’m gonna–”

He interrupted his own words with an uncontrollable moan. As pleasure swirled around in the pit of his stomach, sending a wave of heat throughout his body, his toes curled as he shot his load inside of you.

He could feel it. The sweet, nasty mixture of his cum and yours, running down his cock as he stuffed you.

He just couldn’t stop moaning. Couldn’t stop cumming.

“One more, baby,” the pretty man begged, looking up into your eyes. “One more round . . . please? Make me cum again. I can’t get enough of you. I just . . . I need more.”

And, with that, you started to ride him again, enjoying the sound of him moaning as he said, “I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much — I can’t . . . god, I fucking love you.”

boss at work and lovers in private w hiromi? He was very strict with the user at work and acts a bit rude/mean sometimes with reader.

But once they got home he fucks her nice and slow in bed as an apology for being mean at work <3

❤︎ ໋𓈒 higuruma who’s strictly mean in the workplace but makes sure to make it up to you at home.

warnings. fem! reader, dirty talk, unprotected, doggystyle, praise.

higuruma was a man who always took work seriously…

a workaholic if you will.

you always found yourself trying to tease him sometimes whenever he’d be working, and he’d just give you a glare. oftentimes, he’d be a bit stern and perhaps rude. although you couldn’t deny the bass in his tone whenever he spoke to you with such seriousness made you feel a bit…tingly.

just the rough rasp in his tone whenever he spoke directly to you, withholding intimate eye contact and telling you to stop fooling around and focus at the job at hand.

nevertheless, he did feel a bit bad, in fear that feasibly he was a bit too mean to his pretty baby. so he promises to make it up to you once the two of you get home. and that’s exactly what he does.

you couldn’t wait and neither could he. higuruma remained with his work clothes on, long black slacks pulled down briefly and the only sounds you could make out was the clanking of his belt. letting off a choked whine, you were willingly taking him from behind, and his touch..

higuruma stretches you out continuously with such ease, he’s got both of your wrists pinned behind your back before muttering, “i’m sorry baby. was i annoying you earlier?”

“y-yeah.” you moaned, feeling his tip brush right against that spot.

amorously, he slides a tongue across his lips while drilling into your cunt—you’re a stuttering mess. with a low chuckle departing from his lips, he hums.

“good,” and you bite your lip, his thrusts fulfilling you entirely. each sloppy hit that went against you time and time again, it left your mind completely dumbfounded. a quite perfect synonym to define your current state after all. “oh, don't whine all cute like that, y’know ‘m just teasing..”

higuruma’s words were so smooth and his tone was wholly soft spoken.

for a second, he dips his hips against you and you whimper, running your restrained fingers against his.

“god, you’re so pretty from behind. you know that, sweetheart?” his words went straight towards your pussy, that never failed to twitch on constant repeat. “such a perfect view. wish you could see for yourself, my love.”

“h-hirooo,” you’d mewl out, the right side of your cheek pressed down against the plump mattress. he knew just where to strike you with his dick, not too rough and not too soft.

just right. immensely, your toes curled each time he’d run his tip against your g-spot for a good two seconds, eliciting a loud moan from you. “fuck, f-fuck.”

“baby, you’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh?” he pokes fun, and you shiver once you feel the cold band of his watch trail against your skin. he presses a hand down your back, making you arch for him just a bit more and your eyes roll back yet again. “you’ve been pestering me at work all day, ‘s this what you wanted hm? wanted some attention—?”

the pleasures that pierced through your body was indefinable.

all you knew was that it felt so good, the way he pivots and smacks his hips softly against your ass, rolling and rotating them to where your head’s spinning like a merri go round.

“no,” you lied, and he huffs out a breath, grinning at you still having some brat left within you. once he deepens his thrusts for a short second, your mind pauses—you’re dumb, cock dumb if that even was a correct term for it, and you moan out. “y-yes.. you’re right, you were just so m-mean.”

he groans, feeling your slick start to stick against him throughout each movement he makes by rutting in and out of your greedy pussy.

“if i make you cum one more time, will that make up for it then, sweetheart?”

“m-mhm,” you’d nod, strings of your own spit falling against the sheets — oh, how much of a mess you were for him. only higuruma could have you like this, in this position. face nearly pushed against the mattress yet he’s presenting you with soft gentle thrusts. “make me cum, please hiromi.”

“pretty girl, you know i will,” he murmurs, and you let off a muffled moan once you bite your teeth into the pillow that remained underneath your chest. it was just the way his thickness dragged so easily against your folds. you could never get enough, his size had you drooling with such lewdness. “relax, don’t wanna strain that cute voice with all that moaning do ya?”

he watches you shake your head, and he chortles.

“sweet thing,” and his hips were so sensual against you, it was unfathomable to how good it made you feel. how good he made you feel. in the pit of your stomach—you felt something stirring, brewing up inside. butterflies perhaps, you pulsed between your thighs before he feels your leg start to jitter in utter anticipation. “ooh. ‘s coming isn’t it? you feel it too, my love?”

“r-right there,” you’d squeal, and by this particular point, your legs grew limp. his movements were unpredictable. higuruma’s jaw tightens as he’s balls deep, gawking at you clawing your nails down the white silkened sheets before bawling it up into the palms of your hands. “gonna c-cum, hiro. hiro.”

he slides a thumb against the corner of your back, maintaining a gentle tip against your hips before uttering in a husky voice, “yeah you are. c’mon baby. just let go for me. ‘s okay to be a little messy, yeah?”

“okay,” you’d babble, such thick inches that remained inside of you. your knees grew weak, he had such a grip against your waist that the pads of his thumbs pressed lightly down before caressing. higuruma always knew your most tenderest bits, the spots to drive you crazy. “h-hiro, ‘m cumming..”

a gasp exits from your mouth once you felt it, your entire body paused and juddered as a response.

your lips parted and the feeling made you grow quiet for a moment — ears, the very tips of them reaching such warmth of heat before you moan out his name once more. “t-thank you, thank you.”

“don’t thank me yet, gorgeous.” he whispers, leaning in to press a kiss against your back. “we aren’t done,” he says, and your legs still shook, sensitive before he turns you over to face him, pressing a wet kiss against your mouth. “i need more of you, and you need to be reminded of your place,” and his words were filled with such flirtatiousness yet was delivered so sweet. “so, just lie back and let me fond over this body just a little while longer.”