SATORU GOJO Might Have Been Strong. He Might Have Been Handsome. But, Above Anything Else, He Was A Whimpering,

warnings : fem reader (fem anatomy but no pronouns), established relationship, smut (mdni), semi-clothed sex, some petting, brief handjob, brief fingering, brief teasing, minimal prep, something something just something about kita shinsuke coming home to you after working outside all day

word count : 1.5k

“I can feel ya’ starin’ from over there,” Shinsuke says warmly.

A hint of laughter resides in his words, thick and comforting, and you can’t help how you smile in turn. 

When he relaxes, his accent makes itself more present. The syrupy syllables fall from his lips a bit sweeter, a bit slower, than they had previously, relenting to the arduous tires of the day. It’s a moment you find yourself looking forward to–when Shinsuke returns home after working in the wet heat all day, finally escaping the sun on his shoulders with freckles as its evidence, accent more comfortable on his tongue. 

You only hum in return, not bothering with hiding your gaze any longer. “Can you blame me?” you ask, tone calm with affection. 

“Hm. Ya’ could come here, instead. Let me feel you.” Shinsuke stretches as if to further entice you, thick thighs spreading apart on the couch. You watch as he raises his arms above his head–skin tanner now that spring is making its way across the horizon–and swallow your desire as you spy a sliver of skin peek from under the hem of his shirt. 

It’s all you can do but oblige. Pushing off the counter, you make your way toward your lover, still keeping an appreciative eye on him. The sun is good for Shinsuke, you think, making him appear as if he’s been bathed in the golden light, hair messy but still boyishly charming, dry sweat lingering near his temple. 

But it’s his eyes that draw you in–eyes that gleam with mischievousness but also fondness, softening around the edges as you make your way to stand between his spread legs. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you squeeze around the muscle there, sighing happily at the soft give of his skin, gliding them down to trace along his biceps. Even now, when the sun has long gone down and the temperature has dropped, Shinsuke retains the warmth from the day on his skin, and it seeps from him and into your awaiting palms. 

“What’s going on in that head of yers?” Shinsuke muses, tapping a finger against your temple, moving his hand until he cups your cheek.

Offering him a soft grin, you move to kiss lay a kiss on his open palm. “Just you,” you tell him, and it’s all Shinsuke needs to hear. 

Easily, as he’s done it a million times, Shinsuke’s hands find their way to your thighs, pressing his fingertips just underneath the hem of your shirt. He kneads the skin there, massaging in lazy, large circles, pressing calloused palms against your body until you’re pliant and malleable to his touch. 

Shinsuke likes you like this: safe, happy, waiting for him when he comes home, wearing his shirt and almost nothing else, smiling at him when he comes back to you. 

With a lopsided grin, Shinsuke guides you to sit on his lap, spreading his thighs apart to best accommodate your weight on him. A large hand makes its way to your back, kneading and squeezing your ass only twice before pulling you onto him, smile broadening at the content sound you make. 

When you settle on top of him, the first thing you feel is his stiff cock, pressing against your thigh, straining against his jeans. 

“Want something?” you tease, leaning forward to press your chest against Shinsuke’s. Making your voice soft, you tug at one of his hands, leading him to touch between your thighs. You sigh when he immediately presses to fingers to your clothed clit, rubbing it in wide circles, applying just the right amount of pleasure to make you crave more. 

“Can ya’ blame me?” Shinsuke recites your words, eyes soft as they trail down your body, exuding nothing but love and a hint of mischief that made you fall in love with him. 

The desire burns in your stomach, traveling up your thighs and settling in your chest. Suddenly, you need to feel more of him, to kiss him, to taste the sun on his skin and the day’s work on his tongue. 

Shinsuke meets you in a kiss halfway; with his hand still shoved between your bodies, rubbing and playing with your clit, he kisses you sweetly. It’s in stark contrast to how he touches you–still warm and loving, but he kisses you with malaise, lazily enjoying the feel of your soft lips molding against his own. 

With a gentle sound, Shinsuke parts your lips with his tongue, pressing it into your mouth, groaning when he sinks one, two fingers inside you. They go in easily, as if you were waiting for him to come home, and the thought has heat and desire rapidly swirling and spinning in his chest, making him feel dizzy and exhilarated. 

Curling them forward, Shinsuke parts only to press his forehead to yours, not stopping the proud smile that tugs at his lips. “That’s it, takin’ my fingers so well. Ya’ missed me today?”

“Of course,” you mumble against his lips. You nearly gasp at how it feels to have his lips pressed against yours, not enough to kiss but enough to feel, enjoying the sensation of Shinsuke simply moving against you. His breath is hot as he begins to breathe a bit heavier, and the feeling only grows when you reach between your bodies to circle your wrist around his clothed cock. “Want you, Shin.”

Your words are all he needs. Gently, he pulls his fingers out, helping you to tug his belt through the loops. The room is filled with mixed chuckles of exasperation when you get stuck, when your hands fumble, when you struggle to pull down the denim from Shinsuke’s thighs. The jeans are not meant to be tight, but the years of fat and muscle from working in the field make it so the fabric is not as giving around his skin. 

“Eager thing,” Shinsuke’s kissing down your neck, unable to keep his hands or mouth off you as you work his cock free. You brush your hand over the small trail of coarse hair leading down his navel, and Shinsuke almost shivers. “Makes me not wanna leave this couch.”

Fisting his thick cock in your hand, you pump a few times, not daring to miss the flash of need that arises on your lover’s face as you do so. “Then don’t. Fuck me right here.”

Shinsuke feels a small pang in his chest. “Ya’ deserve to be fucked in our bed,” he states, hands still smoothing up your sides, pulling up the shirt to nuzzle his face between your breasts. 

You’re hovering over his cock, spilling his pre-cum over your fingers as you slowly pump him. Shinsuke nearly curses when he feels the heat of your cunt just over the head of his cock, aching and pulsing to be filled with him, your underwear having been pulled to the side.

Then, you grin, and he finds that he can’t pull himself away from the eager, mischievous look on your face. It draws him in, and Shinsuke swears he falls impossibly more in love with you. 

“Then fuck me in the bed later, please?” 

The urge to treat you right–to pick you up and carry you to your shared bed, to love on you in the five million ways you deserve–is persistent, but with your weight on top of him, your hand tugging at his cock, Shinsuke feels the last bit of his resolve crumble under your touch. 

“Anyone ever tell ya’ how much of a minx you are?” Shinsuke murmurs against your skin, licking and lapping at your breast. He tongues at your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and moaning as you begin to lower yourself onto him. 

“Mm,” you moan, settling yourself over his cock, slowly sinking down onto him. The pressure of his curved head pressing against your sweet spot, filling you and rubbing against your cunt, is almost enough to have you collapsing against his sturdy, broad body, but you persist, rocking over him once he’s fully seated inside you. “You tell me that, yeah. But ‘m yours.”

Regaining himself, Shinsuke’s hands move to your hips, guiding you to rock over his cock, spreading his thighs wider to dig himself even further up inside you. Your words caused something warm to spread in his chest, swelling in his heart and filling any empty space with love and thoughts of you. 

“Yeah, mine. ‘Nd I’m yers,” Shinsuke drops his head to your chest, tight, strong arms wrapping around your back. He holds you close to him, rutting his hips up to meet your gentle, slow thrusts, pressing your body against his chest. 

He fucks you like this, then he takes you to the bedroom, just like he’d promised, and when you still feel the sun on his skin even hours later, you think that it must not actually be the sun. 

It’s just him. 

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ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader ଘ genre: smut, husband!toji, housewife!reader, canon divergence (toji lives)  ଘ word count: est. 3.4k ଘ beware: fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, toji is jealous of inanimate objects, punishment, female masturbation, fingering, usage of sex toys, teasing, degradation, mild spit kink, edging, pussy slapping (briefly), edging, homemade spicy videos, unhealthy relationships, elements of dom!toji, sub!reader, lots of cussing (as usual), not really proofread so expect spelling mistakes here and there

ଘ synopsis: if fushiguro toji wants his rules to be followed, he should really think about being around to enforce them.  ଘ request:  anonymous asked: HI LOLLYYY! if your asks/reqs are open (and if ure not busy) can i ask for some husband!toji smuttt 😩 so I’m thinking like he caught y/n playing with themselves because he was often away and was so needy SO toji ‘punished’ y/n by either overstimulation or edging OR both 😼🤲 with a hint of teasing and a bit mean toji >:(

ଘ notes:  this is apart of my fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc and set in the same verse as rapport (read it here), but you don’t need to read that fic to read this one!!! sorry for literally edging you in this LMAOOO, but i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy MUAH <3333 reblogs and comments are much loooved!!

your husband rarely comes home at all, that’s why you do it. why you break, according to him, his most important rule. it’s an unfair one anyway, you think. wicked and terrible and cruel thing to implement in a neglected wife’s brain, especially when the husband’s bouts of absences can stretch weeks into long months without contact, leaving you to follow his “rules” at home because you’re obedient— pleased to see him pleased. after all, it’s your fault he even had to enforce that shit. 

but toji’s recent change of heart, being softer on you, sweeter to you, has you spoiled. stubborn and frustrated when you’re aching, when your needs aren’t met. 

you blame it on a text message. 

safe and sound in the bedroom in your apartment, you’re curled up on toji’s side of the bed with your feet in soft, cozy thigh-high socks. his pillow tucked comfortably under your chin as you tap buttons on the screen of your phone, eyes glued to the otome you’re playing. the handsome love interest is stammering out a proposal to your character, on one knee and everything. the scene is too sugary, full of love and devotion, while your own had been much different. but you click ‘yes’ anyway, the scene switching to a colorful cg of the couple sharing a passionate kiss; you grumble about having to spend 120 diamonds on the choice when your phone cheerfully announces a notification, the little bubble dropping down. 

big worm zaddy ♡ now text message  unlock for more

the contact name annoys toji so much, but it’s a relic from the early days of your dating and makes you giggle every time you read it so there’s no convincing you to change it. making sure your game is saved, you tap the notification hurriedly to open the chat with your real husband, wondering what he sent. 

                                       big worm zaddy ♡ ▸            won’t be home 2nite doll got a good feelin bout this race

of course, of course. when you’re used to not seeing him for months, a night away is a quick trip around the clock. a miniscule amount of time, really, but that doesn’t stop the sinking pit of disappointment that settles heavy in your heart, a sickening pain that you have to press your hand against and rub the spot to soothe it away. it’s different when he’s cities away from you on a contract— somehow, you miss him even more knowing that he’s in the same city and would rather prowl the back streets of tokyo or bet down big like a high roller at a horse race, than be home with you. blame it on the otome for making you crave the touch of your own lover.

you respond immediately with okay, good luck on not losing this time <3 and you’re about to exit out of the thread, return to your little visual novel fantasy, when the black thumbnail of an attachment sent by your husband months ago catches the corner of your curious gaze. 

sliding the volume to low, you know exactly what the attachment is. 

you press play.

“bet you think you’re real fuckin’ cute, huh?” 

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precis. katsukis’ old, he’s had his heart broken a plethora of times and is ready to give up. That’s until a pretty girl who’s been through the ringer herself prances into his life through a shitty dating app.

pairing. bakugou kastuki x female reader

word count. 4.2k

warnings. fem!sub!reader, degrading nickname (whore), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, face sitting.

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You were nervous about seeing him again.

Only meeting Katsuki a few weeks prior after discovering each other on a ‘wealthy singles’ dating app and chatting. You’d been seeing each other about every other weekend since. Now, you were meeting him again, but this time would be even more special… you smiled, reminiscing over the soft tone he’d use for you whilst on the phone and the beautiful letters he wrote.

Not to mention the sinful pictures he had attached to quite a few.

Bakugou Katsuki was definitely not shy about his muscular body and well-hung manhood, which made you feel free within yourself. you had always been reserved, but there was nothing more you desired than to be wild with the right person to help set you free. What drew you to him were not the pictures of his body, but his hidden sensitivity. As you laid on your patio, bathing in the moonlight; fragments from a drunken memory slipped back into you mind. Well enough we’re you able to remember a conversation where the self proclaimed brute confessed his hurt about his last relationship, when his girlfriend left him for an older man.

That was the moment you realized he was indeed a brute, uncensored, and nothing short of boorish. But he was also tenderhearted, considerate, and fragile. He could fall deeply in love with someone he cared for. It didn’t take long for you to not only realize in your mind but your heart as well, that you wanted nothing more than to be with a man like Katsuki.

So here you are, about to meet him for only the fourth time, and thinking that you knew him better than your ex-husband you were married to for 8 years.

You drove for a long distance and his directions were perfect. You pulled into the park gate and saw the tennis courts he described. Your hands were clammy, leaving a moist fog on the black steering wheel as you pulled towards the parking lot. He was there, standing outside his vehicle, looking up at the sky. You smiled despite the nervousness. He was wearing white shorts and a light blue loose fitting polo shirt. His sunglasses covered his vermillion eyes, which disappointed you. Distinctly remembering how full of passion and intensity they were…and how deeply vermillion.

You parked several cars down and took a deep breath before getting out. As you approached, he looked down and smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that made your tense shoulders drop, finally at ease. He took off his sunglasses and put them on his shirt, the simple gesture made your heart leap as he gazed upon you, almost like he put a spell over you. The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and grabbed your chin with the other, pulling your head up to meet his lips. He kissed you passionately, tongues wrestling for dominance and it was only right to let him take it. Bakugou reached down and cupped your bottom in his large, rough hand. Normally he wasn’t such a pervert, but your ass’d been on his mind since the day he swiped right…

"Are you ready to play?" He taunted, knowing full well he was better than you at the sport.

"Won’t you take it easy on me, Kat-us-ki?" You purred his name, hoping to break him down.

"We're just here to have some fun, not to get ready for the U-17 world cup." He replied with a snicker.

It had been a while since you had played so your game was rusty, but nonetheless enjoyable. It felt nice getting outside and running around, not to mention the killer smiles you were rewarded with every hit to the ball, he made you feel like you were in high school again. Suddenly, while you were reaching to hit a ball, you felt your ankle give way. You went down hard and instantaneously grabbed your ankle, unsure of the damage. You had sprained ankles before and knew that this wasn't one of the worst, but it was going to be a little painful to walk on for a day or two. You felt a hand on her shoulder as Bakugou knelt down beside you.

"Shit, are you alright? Can you walk?" He asked, holding your calf.

"I dunno… it hurts," she bit your lip, resulting in slurred speech. Though you knew you could walk off the court if you had to, it was tempting to see how he would react to the situation so you played helpless. His reaction was not at all what you expected, much to your delight.

You felt yourself being lifted into his strong arms, concern obvious in his eyes. As he carried you off of the court, you laid your head on his shoulder. The smell of his bourbon cologne surrounded your head and clogged your nose, and though strong cologne usually angers you, you couldn’t help but to relax into his arms. Also taking into notice how close his hand was to your breast. Your nipples became erect at the thought of Bakugou touching them. You found yourself wishing he had moved his hand higher when he lifted you, but quickly pushed the thought out of your mind as he neared an empty space of the park. He gently set you down on the soft grass under the shade of a large oak tree.

"I'll be right back," you have a simple nod and pushed your hands down to readjust your ass on the ground.

Bakugou walked to his car and opened the trunk, pulling out a cooler. He carried it to where he had laid you and set it down beside your hip, then went back to his vehicle to search for something else. You saw him take a deep breath and walk back towards you.

"I don't have anything to wrap the ice with so I'm going to use my shirt.” He said with an apologetic expression, but it was much to your delight.

Bakugou lifted his shirt and placed it on the ground. He began placing cubes of ice from the cooler onto it as you concentrated on his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Bakugou worked out regularly and was a weight lifter since high school. His chest muscles flexed as he reached to position you to be more comfortable. Your face was right in his chest. you instantly felt turned on as your pussy began to slick. It wasn’t your fault, he was sexy n’ rugged and you could see power in all his movements. As you sat watching him, looking him over, you felt completely safe with a man like Bakugou.

A rush of extreme cold against your sprained ankle brought you back to reality. He moved it around your ankle slowly, gently. You sighed as he cared for the injury and laid back and your elbows, still observing him. His concern was overwhelming and you felt a burning inside of you. Sure enough, it was your pussy now leaking through your undies. Slowly, you moved the uninjured leg apart, allowing your skirt to scrunch and open a view to your crotch. You knew if he looked up he would see your tiny thong. You felt naughty, yet passionate at the same time.

“I’m gonna be okay, right?" you asked.

"Yeah, s’ nothing major." he stated, but his words were cut short as he went to look at you. You knew he had seen them but was trying to ignore it. "You’re gonna be okay." he replied, a dark red blush freckled over his face. "It feels much better," you smiled, staring directly into his eyes, feigning innocence.

"Well it's a little swollen," he gulped.

"Uh, when I asked how it looked, I wasn't referring to my ankle, Love" you admitted.

You looked down at your skirt and pulled them all the way up, then going back to slide your thong to the side, exposing your beautiful, freshly waxed pussy to him. He took a deep breath and she could see the passion in his eyes. Bakugou reached into his shirt and took an ice cube out. His eyes darted around quickly to see if anyone was watching. Sitting between your legs, he began to run the ice across your calf. Then higher he moved the cube, the colder you got, and the wetter your cunt grew. You could not only feel the wetness from the ice running down your leg, but could also feel your own wetness dripping, and a knot forming within you.

"I think that I am more attracted to you than I have ever been to a man and I can't believe I'm saying or doing this." You hissed, rubbing your hand up and down his bicep.

"I feel like I’ve known you forever, m’ so comfortable with you, Katsuki… Every time I think of you I get goosebumps. Want you, want you to make love to me."

This said, Bakugou moved the ice higher just to your swollen lips. you gasped loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. Your lips met his in a deep kiss— It was a soft, slower kiss. You could feel his hardness against your leg as he lay on top of you while your tongues danced. Then he pulled back slowly, gently biting your bottom lip.

"I think we should go to your place and work on my ankle some more," you teased.

"Good idea. Can ya’ drive?"

"Yes, just help me to my car."

You followed him to his house, heart beating in your ears. You hadn't been this excited in a long time, yet you felt something inside that made you warm all over. He pulled into the driveway and you parked beside him. Bakugou approached as you opened the car door.

"You'll have to unlock my door," he said, handing you the key.

You took the key from his hand and he leaned into the car, sliding his left arm under your legs and his right around your torso. His hand rested, again, just beneath your breast. As he lifted you, you could feel the cold of his watch over the top of his hand and your nipples instantly became erect once again. They popped through your thin white tank top. You could feel yourself tingling between the legs and squeezed them together in an attempt to heighten the intensity. You wanted to feel his compassion and concern along with his enormous cock. you pushed your lips to his neck and kissed him softly, letting your tongue glide over his skin. It was salty from the sweat and that turned her on even more.

You unlocked the door and turned the handle. Bakugou closed it back with his foot. You glanced around at his home. This was your first time at his. The house was very nice and clean, which made you giggle. You’d never been with a man that kept things in such good order. Katsuki carried you up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit from the sun's penetration through the cracks in the drawn shades. He laid you on the bed softly and you pulled him in by his shoulders, kissing him. You pulled his wet shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Sitting up, you pulled your own top off, leaving only your sports bra. You slowly removed it, smiling at his warm gaze. He stood in front of you and began to unbutton his shorts.

Your heart was racing and hands were shaky, but you patted his hands away to unfasten the button yourself, slowly unzipping them. You could see his hardness standing straight up; his huge penis was just coming over the top of his briefs, and it was still getting harder. Slipping your fingers inside, you pulled down his briefs and Bakugous’ large cock flopped down from its weight. His 7-inch dick was perfect, you thought to yourself. As he stepped out of his shorts, you couldn't help but wrap your hand around the base and pull it to your mouth. You found yourself loving the sensation of fondling his penis and loved even more sucking it. It was warm and hard, throbbing in your mouth. You felt your panties being slid down your body and the skimpy soaked thong followed.

“Let up.” and you did, dragging his duck out of your mouth and looking up at him for further instruction. But they never came, instead, he pushed you down onto the king sized bed and his tongue and lips kissed your belly and legs. When he laid down, you flipped positions so that your pussy was directly over his face. His fingers tickled the inside of you smooth shapely legs and you spread them further. You opened your lips over the head of his monster, taking him as deep as you could, tongue circling his head. He moaned and slid his tongue inside of you. You felt the wetness on his tongue as he slid it between your lips. His two fingers replaced his tongue and began to gently massage your g-spot. With his free hand, he spread your pussy lips and pulled back. Then, you finally felt his wet tongue circle your nub. You were in heaven.

The pleasure was so intense you stopped sucking him and rested your head on his muscular thigh. You had never felt such direct, intense stimulation. Your toes curled as he sucked gently on your clit and his fingers rubbed inside. He began to lick faster; always making sure you clit was soaked. You tried to fight the orgasm, wanting to prolong his heavenly touch. But as he sucked on your clit, you felt yourself explode. Digging your nails into his calf, you sat up and pushed your cunt deeper into his face, rolling and bucking as convulsions of pleasure consumed you. He continued to jugg his fingers inside, then, slowly pulling them out.

You turned around and dug your hands into his shoulders to keep him seated, if your mind wasn’t so clouded you wouldn’t be thinking he couldn’t move under your grip. He allowed you to be in charge, and careful of your ankle, moved you directly between his legs. You hungrily took his extreme boner again into your mouth, taking his balls in one hand and using the other on his shaft as you moved her mouth over him. You needed to please him as much as he had pleased you. You moaned over his organ and made sure it was nice and wet with saliva before using your hand. It was slick and slid effortlessly up and down. Bakugou groaned deeply, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“Feels great, babe.” Bakugou whispered, encouraging you on.

You put his engorged round head back into your mouth and let him thrust into your mouth. It felt naughty yet so good to have him sliding his stiff dick in and out of your mouth, however he wants. You always heard from men that women should act like whores in bed and you wanted to be his whore. You pressed hard on his gonads and could feel his orgasm building as he continued fucking your mouth.

You looked up longingly into Bakugous’ eyes and cooed, "Cum in my mouth baby, wanna taste you and swallow it all."

Bakugou nodded in agreement and whispered, “Gonna give you what you want, gonna, fuck…”.

He smiled as you attacked his thick rod with your mouth and hands again, moving your head quickly up and down his long shaft. you slurped around his dick and added your own saliva as your mouth watered. You pulled him straight up and began licking the shaft with your slippery tongue. Left hand grasping the base of his cock and squeezing it tight, restricting the blood from returning to the rest of his body. The veins of bakugou’s hard-on bulged as his cock became evermore engorged with blood. His cock’s large purple head turned 3 shades darker as it became rock hard. You skillfully and gently licked the sensitive underside of his cock’s head, still clutching his prick in your left. Katsukis’ eyes rolled to the back of his head as you attempted to swallow his now huge, stiff head.

His breathing quickened and he let out a low moan. With your right hand, you grasped a fist full of bakugou’s balls and gently tugged them down as you squeezed. You could feel his cock pulse in her mouth and jerk as his huge phallus began its orgasm. His hot spunk shot to the back of your throat as his cock pumped it’s cream from his balls. You began kneading bakugou’s jewels, making sure to get every drop. He shot more cum into your waiting mouth. You collected as much as you could hold along with his cock in her mouth and swirled it around with your tongue coating the shaft of his stiff penis. You fought to get every drop, all the while, holding it in your mouth. His tool spasmed a few more times then fell to rest.

Bakugou groaned a sigh of extreme pleasure. You moved her mouth over him slowly causing him to shiver and jerk. Not to be denied, you continued yanking on Bakugous’ cock to squeeze out every last drop held in its shaft. Several drops oozed out of the tip of his head and you slurped them up. your mouth, now filled with his warm cum shot, felt very slick over his dick. You bathed his shaft with his own cumshot and exposed your work to the blond as he looked up. Stringy lengths of cum attached themselves from his cock and your mouth. You both laughed. You finished the fabulous blow job by slowly licking clean every last inch of him as it slowly fell limp on his stomach.

"Gonna take a minute for me to fill back up,want a massage?" he stretched.

He placed a towel on the bed and dropped one on the floor beside them. Placing you on your stomach, he adjusted the pillows for your head. Leaning over, he reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a blue bottle. You heard a click and then his hands rubbing together. When he placed them on your back they were slick and you could smell something pleasant, but unknown to her. He moved his hands over your back and shoulders, pausing only to add more oil to his hands. He moved down your body and began to massage your calves, careful of the hurt ankle. He then moved his way up your legs. The combination of the slickness of the oil and the firm pressure of his hands began to excite you. You spread your legs slightly, knowing he could see the wetness.

"Y/n, I want to tell you something. I don’t know how I really feel about you, not in a bad way, but in a way that I have never felt before... I don't want to scare you off but I know I need to be honest. I fucking adore you. They way you laugh, smile, god fuck— the way you look at me like I’m some king.” Although you couldn’t see his face, you heard his tone. His words sound genuine, but he’s pained to continue. You had never heard such honesty and realized that you probably never would. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and she turned to him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Katsuki. I love what you said. I only wish I had the guts to say the same to you. Know that everything you said is felt within me about you." you pulled him to you and kissed him softly. Your eyes welling with tears as you cherished the moment. When you regained your composure, you whispered softly in his ear with a slight sniffle.

"What happened to my massage, baby?”

Bakugous’ hands went back to Your legs as he continued the massage. They moved up just to your pussy and stopped. You wanted to feel his touch badly, but realized he didn't want to get any of the oil inside of you. You smiled again at his consideration and moaned as his hands began to massage your ass. Wiping his hands on a towel, he reached into his dresser again, this time pulling out a smaller bottle. You heard a click and this time didn't hear his hands rubbing together. When you finally felt his hand, it was directly on your pussy. He had placed some kind of lubrication on his hand and was rubbing your with it. Your pussy felt so slick as his fingers glided over your clit, causing your body to shake. He rubbed for a few minutes, teasing your entrance, then moving to hover on top of you.

You could feel his large hard on between your ass cheeks. He placed more of the massage oil on his hands and began to rub your shoulders. This time, he also moved himself between your cheeks. You noticed that he was slick and that he must have placed some of the lubrication on his cock.

As his stiff dick began sliding between your cheeks, you tried to arch her hips to get his head into your pussy, but he was keeping it just out of reach. Bakugou continued to cruelly tease you as he massaged your shoulders. Suddenly, he leaned forward, kissing the back of your neck and shifting his hips. He was now at your opening, once more you tried to push back on him but it became apparent that you did not need to try. He slowly pushed forward. The enormous head of his cock piercing your dripping pussy.

You let out a sigh as tour vagina stretched to accommodate his thick cock. Bakugou grabbed your hips and slowly pushed in the length of his shaft. Your pussy felt so tight despite how slick it was. He kept inserting himself until his hard on was completely inside. You were so full, feeling him press against your cervix— his thickness was painful, but so fucking good. He began to move his hips in slow circular motions. Your hole was so slick and hot that he had to move slowly, in fear that he would fill your pussy to early. Knowing he wasn’t gonna last any longer with the way your ho pussy clenched around him, he bit your neck softly and sent you over the edge, your cunt grasping his large organ even tighter as you came.

"Fuck me, baby. All yours." You moaned, pulling your knees up and arching your back to take his cock better..

He was still inside and began to build up a rhythm. You could feel his balls slapping your clit as he thrust himself into her. He reached forward, pulling you up to him by your nipples. He squeezed them gently as he continued to thrust his thick shaft into your cunt. You felt yourself building up again as his pace quickened. He began to moan loudly and thrust himself deep inside of your soaked snatch.

With reluctance, he pulled out. He wanted to be looking into you's eyes when he came. Pumped with adrenaline, he tossed you over with brute strength and moved between your legs. He shoved his cock back inside you once more and got down to your level. He began to kiss your lips, cheeks, eyes, and neck. You felt so close to him, the sweaty heat between your bodies made it feel like you were melting into him, and as you, him. You moved your hips in rhythm with his and could feel his tension building again.

"Need you to cum inside of me. Make me yours." you sighed, wrapping your arm around his neck.

"Gonna cum inside…" he huffed out.

"Look into my eyes." you whined, pulling his chin to make him face you.

—and just as you thought, his eyes were glossed over with lust. You held eye contact with him anyhow and didn’t let him move. The emotion you were both feeling was overwhelming. As Bakugous’ orgasm became eminent, he closed his eyes.

"No! look at me when you cum. I want to remember this moment forever." you whispered

Katsukis’ eyes opened and when he saw the look in hers, he could no longer hold back. You could feel his dick swell even larger inside of you. Your pussy, stretched wide around his enormous penis, clamped down hard. His cock again erupted as you felt it spasm and pump another load of hot sperm up from his balls. It was more than you could handle as you came with him. Your orgasm sent you groaning as he smiled while spearing your pussy. The room was filled with moans of passion. As you finished, you laid back comfortably on the bed and he rested on top of you, his massive tool still inside.

Every once in a while, you felt his cock produce a slight spasm. You turned her head and kissed him. Bakugou slowly pulled his still erect cock out of your swollen, dripping pussy with a noticeable slurp. You both laughed at the strange sound.

You were both spent, but he still managed to pull out some strength and flip your body to the side, pulling your back to him and becoming the big spoon. You fell asleep in his arms dreaming of the next time you'd be under him, hopefully, after the nap was over.

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…”

! nanami kink hcs !

18+, minors/ageless blogs, do not interact.

genre: nsfw, nanami kento x reader

c+w: implied fem. reader, spanking, squirting, overstim, nanami spoiling reader, brief mention of m. masturbation. let me know if I forgot any pls!

a/n: hii, this is my first actual post. please let me know what other jjk characters you’d like to see kink hcs for, or if you want more nanami ones! this is a brief list so I def wanna make a part two.

panty kink >:)

- he loves cute underwear basically.

- he jerks off with your panties from the hamper a lot, which is how this one planted itself into his head. one day he saw a pretty pink pair lying on top and he was in the middle of pumping one out. he grabbed the pair without thinking much of it and he’s hooked.

- what’s better than a pair of cute panties? a pair of cute panties on you.

- he likes when you lay on your back with your legs open for him, wearing nothing but a pair of his choosing. he’ll rub his cock up and down your cute little cunt with nothing but the fabric in between. the first time he did it he came so quickly and splattered your tummy with it. he was really embarrassed.

- when he has a really rough/long work day he stops at the bakery on his way home, as well as his favorite lingerie shop. he picks out a new set or two for you and asks you try them on when he gets home.

- his favorite pairs include a standard, plain white pair, a light pink one with frillies on the thigh holes, and a lacey blue pair that matches his usual work shirt.

spanking :0

- this one kind of goes along with the panty kink.

- he likes having you over his knee the most but he also likes when you’re face down ass up.

- he always starts a spanking session by admiring the panties he picked out for you that night. he’ll smooth his hands over the fabric covering your cheeks, run his fingers under the hems and maybeee give you a little wedgie, just to watch you squirm.

- he starts light and slowly gets more heavy handed. he’ll pull your undies to the side to see how red you’re getting and then slap the exposed skin.

- nanami loooooves to finger you while spanking too. first he rubs you through the fabric, then he pulls them to the side or takes them off. he’s obsessed with how you squeeze his fingers every time he smacks your ass.

toy collecting :>

- as you can tell, nanami loves buying you things.

- somewhere in your shared bedroom is a large collection of various dildos, vibrators, and other fun toys.

- his favorites usually include vibrators because they do a really good job at overstimming you/making you squirt.

- he has two favorite positions for vibrator play.

- the first one is you in his lap with your back to his chest. he likes reaching around you because it makes him feel closer to you. he loooves when you rest your head on his shoulder. he also likes hooking his legs over the top of yours to keep you still when overstim is involved.

- the second position is you on your back at the end of your bed and him on his knees between your legs, right in the splash zone. he’ll kiss and nibble on your thighs while watching you squirm and squeeze around nothing. when you do squirt in his face you’re usually embarrassed but this man is so content with it. literally heaven.

⌗︙・best friend pieck listening to u rant about your crush ⸜⸜・

best friend pieck who listens to you rant about your new crush from between your legs.

"we made eye contact." you say, the end of sentence turning into moan as her tongue slides thru your folds. she slurps at your juices, her tongue teasing at your hole.

"you think he's in love with you?" she giggles,, sending vibrations to your clit. you arch your back, but she presses you back down, throwing your legs over her shoulders. pieck buries her face deep into your cunt, licking and sucking on your juices.

"what else?" she asks. she's been your best friend for a long time and she supports all of your crushes. but she wants you to feel good too. pieck knows that none of those boys would be able to satisfy you as good as she does.

"he borrowed my... im about to cum." you whine, making her laugh. two of her digits press against your hole and she pushes the fingers inside of you. she presses them right into your sweet spot, fucking you with them while continuing to suck on your clit.

"pieck oh my god." you moan, cumming on her fingers and her mouth.

"i think he's the right for you, sweets. as long as he lets me fuck you on the weekends."

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

ೃ⁀➷ love me, connie springer (nsfw)

thinking about babydaddy!connie fucking you nice and slow after finding out you got stood up by your date. having little constentina (his idea, but tina for short) for the weekend, your precious angel just couldn’t keep her mouth shut to her daddy when you’d told her you were going on a small ‘dinner’

“she said dinner but that really means date, daddy.”

connie isn’t surprised. no one knew how to handle you beside him. i mean, he’s had your ass in place successfully for nearly ten years; only he was man enough to handle you, your mind, and most of all your body.

you loved connie like no other, you wanted no one else to be the father of your children. but you knew the streets would eventually take him away from you, and you just didn’t wanna stick around for that. not when you had a five year old girl depending on the both of you. connie looked for other ways to make bread without selling or doing anything…illegal but it was hard to match the stacks he was bringing home every weekend.

your separation was a one sided agreement anyways it seems. to you? you two were broken up. to connie delulu ass? you were his wife and you’re ‘smoking dick if you think ion belong to you and you’on belong to me.’

you didn’t even have any words for the absence of your so called ‘date.’. after an hour of waiting, you figured you’d call in to check on tina. ringing connie, your babyfather answered on the first ring, of course with a wood in his mouth and multiple lights on his face, signaling he was watching tv.

“hey,” your voice is solemn and low. you really were tired and ashamed to say anything more.

“hey mama, you okay?” connie’s hazel brown eyes quickly flick over to yours through the screen.

you shrug though he can’t see it. “i’m okay.” you admit. “just callin’ to check on my baby.” the frame was only on your face, but from the small shake of your hand, connie had managed to get a glimpse of a pretty black dress you’d sported, breasts looking three times as big as it usually did because of your sitting position. he could tell you dressed up for the night.

“yeah? she good, just upstairs sleepin’ right now. how was your date, pretty?” you hear connie turn down the tv in the background and give you his full intention.

you furrow your brows. “what? boy, how’d you know about it?”

your baby father blows out a huff of smoke and chuckles, flashing his gold canines. he wasn’t gon snitch on his lil informant princess. “i got my ways. tell me bout it baby.”

with a roll of your eyes, you let out a tired sigh and felt your shoulders sag. “wouldn’t know. the nigga never showed.”

connie furrows his own thick eyebrows. “what you mean? he told you he couldn’t come?” he asked. from the shake of your head, you see his face soften on the screen. “come over n’ smoke with me. lemme make you feel better.”

you kiss your teeth and throw your head back, already knowing where the conversation was headed. embarrassment flooded your expression. “you eating my pussy is not gonna make me feel better, constance.”

connie kissed his teeth and waved you off dismissively. “you’on know that.”

a blush can’t help but creep its way onto your brown cheeks. “i’m supposed to be staying away from you, ya know.”

connie gives you a knowing grin, shamelessly flexing the two deep dimples in his cheeks that constentina inherrited from him. “yeah? how’s that going for you, mama?”

“obviously not good because i’m actually considering your offer of being a booty call tonight?” you laugh.

“come onnn mama, tina’s sleep, i got a wood rolled for you and i want you here.” your ex compromised with a kiss of his teeth. “lemme rub ya feet and all on ya butt i promise you’ll feel better.

“i’m tired and don’t feel like driving, con,” you whine in the same tone. you knew if he didn’t have your daughter he’d already be at your door, but you refused to risk waking her up in a car ride over here.

connie rolls his eyes and puts you on pause for the moment. a minute later he comes back on screen and takes a pull of his backwood. “your uber on the way baby.”

“ooh daddy,” you cried, trying your hardest to breathe straight. “you know i cum fast like this, oh shit,” connie had your legs spread wide open, forcing your huge tits up against the bottom of your face as he pumped in and out of you.

“you like that mama, like when i fuck you nice and slow? all romantic n’ shit?” connie teased. tears streamed down your face and he wasted no time in kissing them from your pretty face.

you’re too far in euphoria to even fully comprehend exactly what he’s saying. “yes, i love when you stroke this pussy so deep daddy.”

connie holds your breasts up damn near to your face and takes his time sucking on each of your nipples, making sure to stretch and pull it all the way back as far as it could go, grinning at the sound of it snapping back toward you. “you’on need no one else to love you like this but me, you heard?”

you can’t help but shake your head, the small responsible part of you left that hadn’t been fucked out by connie yet (though he was close) was slowly bringing you to reality. “no,” you respond.

“nah, nah, dead that shit or imma stop,” your ex threatened, straightening his back out so he stood tall, yet still very deep inside your gummy walls. you can’t help but stare down the tattoos that littered his body; many dedicated to you and your shared daughter. “you grippin’ me so tight baby, boutta make me cum, fuck,” connie throws his head back and whines. “tell me you’re mine n’ we gonna get back together.”

“no, con,” your words were saying one thing, but the cream ring of your arousal forming around connie’s tanned dick was betraying everything leaving your mouth. “w-we’re we’re toxic—oooh, yes, right there right there!”

suddenly, a large pair of hands come to wrap around your neck, gripping lightly. “tell me you’re mine or im not fuckin’ this pussy,” he orders. “you know i don’t be bluffing, mama. ‘specially when it come to your spoiled ass déjame oírte decirlo.”

more tears fall from your eyes as you feel your lower region bubble in evstasy. “con—“

“say it if you wanna cum.” connie’s grip around your neck tightens as he inevitably starts to babble. he was not gonna let up off you no matter what. “come on mama, say it n lemme give you another baby. gonna make you a mama all over again, want you so full of my babies, pretty—fuck,” he breathed out. “you know daddy sorry, you gonna forgive him?”

it wasn’t until connie started to add his thumb rubbing circles around your clit did you finally fold and give in. “oh fuck, yes! yes yes i forgive you con—please—“

“go head and cum mami, te quiero.” connie breathed out, feeling his own orgasm approach. “te amo joder joder por favor dame más hijos mami te estoy rogando déjame correrte dentro de ti,” the man curses into the atmosphere as he strokes himself in you a few more times.

“yes yes,” you nod in response to his pleads of cumming in you. a nanosecond later, connie’s cumming deep into you until he ends up shooting nothing but blanks. you’re full to the brim to the point where drops of his cum couldn’t help but ooze out between your puffy cunt.

“dio mio.”

chef!choso works at your favorite cafe downtown. the place you always frequent when coming home after a long shift or on the days you just want to read your favorite book and drink a warm latte..it’s peaceful, quiet and has the best food! chef!choso, who always gets nervous when he hears the sound of your voice from the kitchen can’t quite bring himself to come out and greet you, despite being one of his most cherished regulars. chef!choso was always extremely reserved and quiet, allowing his talents behind the stove speak for itself can’t stop daydreaming about the brown eyed beauty with her warm smile and infectious laugh that he’s watched from afar as he hears her praise his cooking, asking to meet the person who makes all the pastries you love so much. Only to be told that he was busy or maybe another time. For now, you’ll just have to accept his name! “Choso, huh? Well give him my regards. He’s amazing.” . chef!choso just can’t bring himself to face the girl that always makes his heart flutter when he sees you sitting in the corner..glasses tilted from your nose as you peer down at the book you’re knee deep invested in..a series he loves just as much! chef!choso finds his opportune moment to introduce himself one night when the shop is nearly desolate and you’re freezing from the snowstorm outside. It’s Christmas Eve and here you are, mashing away at your computer, working hard as always. He finally finds the courage to come and properly introduce himself, brandishing a warm latte with a foam flower drawn on top. His pale cheeks flush red and he can’t make eye contact with you..even stuttering over himself as he grips the dish but he quickly becomes elated when you bless him with that pearly white beam.

“It’s so nice to finally put a face to the name..and such a handsome one at that.”

chef!choso decides from that day on, he’ll have to come out to the front of house more often..!

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.”