Catching Fire

|♡| Phone Sex |♡|

Feat. Tanaka Ryunosuke x F!Reader, Bokuto Kotaro x F!Reader, Tendou Satori x F! Reader

Description: Due to your loving boyfriend being in a different continent for personal reasons, you had been feeling quite lonely in your once shared apartment. You hadn’t expected him to come back for at least another three weeks, which almost seemed unbearable. You two had been keeping contact with innocent skype calls and text messages, until recently when things between the two of you get steamy through the screen. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Sexting, Mutual Masturbation,  Established Relationship, Long Distance?, Desperation, Mentions of Punishment, Brief Insecurities  Word Count: 2,681

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|♡| Tanaka Ryunosuke |♡|

“Miss you”

The short text has you smiling to yourself, kicking your feet at the edge of your bed as your boyfriend continues to complain about how tiresome this trip was and how much he wished he was in bed with you. It wasn’t long before your perverse boyfriend turned his sweet messages into provocative texts, hinting strongly to send him nude photos of yourself. 

“It’s fine if you dont wanna bby, just need a little motivation is all” He sends immediately after, noticing your lack of response. “Are the ones I sent before now cutting it?” You anxiously type the reply to which Tanaka is quick to respond. 

“Ofc, but you know I cant help but want more. I wanna see you.” 

You were always nervous about taking pictures. Always second-guessing your pose or hating on your expression. You had never felt like you were photogenic, and nudes seemed to only strengthen this insecurity despite Tanaka fucking it away numerous times before. 

But you knew your boyfriend, who was completely devoted and obsessed with your character. Just the slightest flash of skin and Tanaka would run laps and have slobber hang from his mouth. He was never shy about how attractive he thought you were. 

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More Dad!Bakugou bcs it’s what I need

Your daughter is such a daddy’s girl, her and Katsuki were like two peas in a pod. Every day when he comes home from work she’s always waiting by the door. “Dadda coming?” You giggling “Yes baby, he should be here soon.” As soon as the door opens she’s immediately running to him squealing “Dadda!!!” Katsuki smiles as he squats to her level as she runs to him, he picks her up and kisses her cheek multiple times. “Hi my princess.” “Dadda home!” She squeals again as he wraps her tiny arms around his neck happy her father is home. Even if it’s just him doing something outside she still waits by the door, “Dadda?” “He’s outside bubs.” “Want Dadda.” She says sadly only for her mood to change when she sees her dad walking to the door, he claps her hands and squeals “Dadda!” Katsuki walks inside and swings her around in his arms, “My baby missed me, hm?” “My Dadda.” You smile at their interaction, “I swear she’s like glued to you.” You joke around as Katsuki pulls you into a kiss, “Kiss!” You daughter interrupting you two making you two laugh, “What? You want kisses too princess?” Her toothy smile answering her dads question as he attacks her small face with kisses.

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bakugou x reader; cw: smut, penetration, gagging

You absent-mindedly chew on the end of your pen. "Why are they so big?"

Everyone shifts uncomfortably in their seats. This is not how a costume design meeting with Dynamight typically goes.

You cut your eyes from the schematics displayed on the large screen at the end of the room over to the Pro-Hero.

There's an agonizing five full seconds of silence. Well, agonizing to the other people in the room, at least.

"Aerodynam-"

"You're not a car, you don't need spoilers growing out of the side of your head."

Dynamight runs his tongue over his teeth. He stands up to his full height from his seat next to you. "Everybody else, out."

The other attendees are quick to vacate the premises.

"Anything else you wanna add?" he asks, pressing his hands on the large oak table and leaning down to get in your face.

"Yeah, they mess up your hair." You reach up and run your fingers along the band of his mask, fixing stray locks that are curled under it or pressed flat against his scalp.

His expression softens. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

"Yeah?" you smirk, resting your chin on your hand, a devilish sparkle passing through your eyes.

"Underminin' me and then touchin' me like that, all soft. It's fuckin' annoying."

You laugh. "I'm sorry, Katsuki." It earns you an eye-roll, but you lay your hand on his and pull his attention back to you. "I mean it. I shouldn't have been so familiar with you." You lower your voice to a whisper. "I'll blow my cover."

Katsuki looks down at your hand on his, then brings your fingers to his lips, giving them soft kisses. "'S alright," he mumbles, "sometimes I want people to know." He releases your hand and lifts your chin with his finger so he can kiss you. It's a deep kiss, the pressure of his lips on yours firm and constant. "They say it's for your safety - like I can't fuckin' protect you," he adds when he breaks away from you, whispering the words into your open mouth.

"I know you can protect me, baby," you coo, and he kisses you again, this time encouraging your lips to part so he can swipe tongue along yours.

"Nothing's ever gonna happen to you on my watch," he growls between kisses that are now roaming down your neck. His voice is deep and protective, but his eyes are possessive as they rake over your body.

The heat in your blood is rising and your mind begins to fog. "Katsuki..." you breath out weakly.

He pushes your rolling chair out from under the meeting table and lifts you out of it by your thighs, placing you roughly on the edge of the table, legs spread wide so he can slot himself between them.

"You'd like it too, wouldn't cha? If everyone knew?"

You bite your lip, nod meekly.

"Where's that big attitude now?" he smirks.

You take a breath, finding yourself again through the lustful haze. "Why don't you come find out?"

He pulls you towards him by your thighs until your core brushes up against his clothed dick and you moan.

"You gonna let me fuck you right here on this table?" he asks, cupping your face.

"Take that stupid mask off first," you bite back.

He sets his jaw in annoyance but obliges, sliding the fabric off of his head. Now all that's left is the messy eyeblack streaked across his eyes and the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck," you whimper, making a show of lying flat on your back on the table. "You look so hot like that."

Katsuki takes the opportunity to hike your dress all the way up to your waist so he can pull down your tights and panties, which he manages to rip in the process.

There's no time for any other foreplay - the time you've been alone in this windowless room together is already suspicious enough - so he doesn't waste any time in pulling down his pants just enough to free his aching cock.

He slides into you all at once and a loud moan rips from your throat.

Katsuki stills inside you. "You gotta be quiet for me, yeah?"

"I don't know if I can," you sigh, and it's not a tease or a joke. You really don't know if you can keep your voice down when he's fucking you.

"Open up, then," he says, and tentatively open your mouth.

He inserts his balled-up hero mask into your mouth to muffle the sounds of your debauchery. You bite down on it, and it tastes like sweat and musk, and everything about the situation you're in is making your pussy pulse around his cock, still buried inside you.

"You can breathe?" he asks, and you nod. "Good," he growls, and then he's pistoning himself in and out of you and your hands scramble for purchase, eventually finding the edge of the table to hold on to. Katsuki never gets tired of seeing you like this underneath him, brows furrowed and eyes glassy, pleasure shooting through all of your nerves, entire body bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

His thumb finds your clit and your eyes roll back.

"'M gonna have to make this short baby, I'm sorry," he says as he continues working your puffy clit towards an orgasm, "but I'm gonna take care of you at home tonight, okay?"

You nod, deliriously close to the edge.

"Gonna fuck you stupid tonight, my smart girl, gonna fuck the brains right outta you," His movements get quicker, his hips slapping roughly against your thighs. "Just gonna hafta be a quickie for now - fucking christ - so we can keep our secret, right?"

You try to moan his name but the sounds are lost to the fabric gag in your mouth, and then you whine and your back arches off the table and Katsuki knows you're about to cum so he quickens the pace on your clit to send you spiraling into your orgasm. Your legs shake and he plants a hand on each of your thighs, whispering s'okay baby, I've got you while he chases his own release, eventually spilling himself inside you.

"Knew I'd make you eat your words," he chuckles as he gently pulls the mask free from your mouth.

"You treat all your employees like this?" you joke.

"Only the secret girlfriend ones," he quips as he helps you slide back into your tights and smooths out your dress.

You both take a few moments to compose yourselves.

"You ready?" Katsuki asks, his hand on the door handle.

"Yep!"

He turns the handle and steps into the hallways. "I'm glad he could come to an agreement on the mask designs," he says, a little loudly and awkwardly.

He's never been a good liar.

"Actually," you start, and Katsuki throws you a glare and subtly shakes his head no.

But you have other plans.

"I have some notes on your neck brace, too."

noooooo i don't have a praise kink haha..... it's just a coincidence that my pupils turn into little pink hearts when you tell me i've done a good job 🥴🥴🥴

Stuck in a constant dilemma between Bakugou with a vocal reader, covering your mouth and hissing "Nuh uh, not this time. I wanna see how long you can keep your pretty mouth shut"

VS

Bakugou with a usually quiet reader, blowing your back out and barking, "Yeah, that's it baby- louder. Lemme hear you fuckin' scream"

i start work on saturday very nervous wish me luck!

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Bakugou x fem!reader

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wc: 300 something

cw: angst, fighting {bakugou is mean :(},cursing, suggestive, innuendos, happy ending, all characters are aged up.

Sometimes you fight, and it might seem like you hate each other. But even through all the hurt, the love you share triumphs the hate.

Katsuki follows you around your shared apartment, angerly stomping behind you, flailing his arms around as you fight.

The two of you had just gotten back from a trip to the grocery store about half an hour ago, when he decided to have a hissy fit about some guy.

“How can you be so fucking dense?! He was hitting on you, y/n, and you did nothing about it, just stood there like you’re some bimbo trying to get picked up.” His voice carrying through the living room, making you turn around immediately.

“Are you kidding me, Katsuki!” Ouch. The use of his full name forces him stop in his tracks, no more lovey dovey nicknames in place of his given one. “He was asking me where the cereal aisle was, not exactly trying to take me in the middle of the store! You need to stop being so jealous!” You yell back at him.

“You need to stop being so oblivious, I can't always be the one to pull you out when you're in trouble!” He seethes.

“And you need to learn to control your temper!” You scream back, out of breath, and headache forming from all the yelling. And with that he walks straight out of the apartment leaving you there to process what had just happened. Before your anger could set in further, Katsuki busts through the door and pulls you into a searing kiss. Eventually the two of you fell into a rhythm, mouths moving in synch to get more of each other. He moves his hands down your waist before finding a resting place on your ass. Your hands go to wrap around his neck pulling him impossibly closer.

Not long after he mutters a “Jump.” to which you comply, wrapping your legs around his built frame as he continues to kiss you.

By the end of it all, you were back where you should be; his arms draped around you in a comfortable silence and your worn-out bodies lulling each other to sleep.

[9:55pm]

bakugou indulging in ur antics💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

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“suki am i still pretty” you say looking away from the mirror.

bakugou puts down his manga and looks at you like you’re stupid. “You are so pretty, tf u askin me for look in the mirror.”

“well then have my boobs gotten smaller?” you say with your puppy dog pout.

“no???? they look the same to me” he says with an incredulous look on his face.

“well something is different about me and i can’t figure out what. hmmmmmm” you say with a finger on your chin, pretending to contemplate the possibilities. Nowwww he sees what you’re doing. You want him to notice something different about you then praise you out of his ass for it.

He gets up off of your shared bed to stand behind you, towering over your sitting figure. “Well let’s see,” he speaks, “s’ not your hair i woulda seen that in a heartbeat.” he moves your hair out of the way to see your ears looking for jewelry that wasn’t there before. “No new piercings. Lemme see your hands, baby”

You give your hand to him all proud and excited like. “Ah, you got your nails done. They look so pretty baby.” You giggle looking up at him. “You really like them suki?”

“Course, anythin looks pretty on you” he kisses down your neck before meeting your gaze in the mirror. “anything” The final word he says before gently maneuvering your jaw to face him. rough hands met supple skin for a sweet yet searing kiss.

my heart hurts. plz send the fluffiest fluff you have

I KNOW I TELL YOU GUYS TO READ A LOT OF STUFF BUT PLEAAAAASERE THIS IS SO HOT

mdni.

thinking about roommate bakugou who is so tired of hearing you whining in the room just next to his, so sick of the buzzing of what he knows is your favourite wand & how it just doesn’t satisfy you enough because you’re trying for so long to cum.

he can hear the bed shift when you try a new position to hurry things along, can hear you curse when it’s just not doing it for you. if he wasn’t so hyper-focused on you, he might’ve missed the way you’re moaning for something bigger over the noise of his wet cock in his hand whilst he aggressively strokes himself.

it’s like that most nights, him cumming hard on himself to the sound of when you finally hit your high and you’re cumming, loud. he’s pretty certain that you know he can hear you, but you don’t seem to care when he hears you finally relax, then padding over to your bathroom to clean yourself up.

but tonight is different, the familiar hum of your vibrator has been on for a while, much longer than you usually take to reach your peak. he wonders if you’ve maybe just left it on, huffing at himself for realising how fucking creepy it is that he’s trying to read your movements through the fucking wall.

that is until he hears you sigh, long and loud and dripping with annoyance. he hears a faint “can’t even cum,” along with a sentence that’s much quieter and harder for him to hear but he’s not really focusing anymore. he’s focused on the fact you can’t cum anymore from your toys, making your little clit all numb to the vibrations and ruining your own orgasm.

doesn’t even stop himself from getting up and out of bed, tugging up his sweatpants to his hips and making his way out of his room and straight to yours. doesn’t even knock either, just opens the door to hear you squeal and attempt to cover yourself up. but it’s too late, he saw the copious amount of slick coating your thighs and the wet patch on the towel you’ve laid out, never mind the impressive amount of toys you’ve got on your bed that have got clear signs of usage.

“katsuki!” you try to sound stern, but it wavers when you see the clear outline of his fat cock in his sweatpants and the wet patch forming where his tip must be. he’s smirking at you when you reach his eyes, making quick steps towards the edge of the bed to grab ahold of your ankle and yanking you down hard enough to twist the blankets off of your body.

he has you splayed out for him, your legs spread to expose your dripping wet slit to the cool air and he’s staring. unashamed with it too, he’s practically drooling over the state your pussy is in. you’re fucking soaked, and you still couldn’t cum? tsk.

“heard you whinin’ and sighing through the wall princess,” he starts, voice laced in thick arousal as he ruts his clothed cock against you to see the wet imprint you leave behind. “you need someone t’make you cum, hm?”

you should really say no, he is your roommate after all and if you let him fuck you then wouldn’t that blur some lines? make things complicated? but every time he rolls his hips forward, catching your swollen clit against the ridge of his cock, the worries melt out of your brain.

“please,” you pout a little, sounding extra needy because if he keeps doing that thing with his hips then you’re going to end up cumming and it’ll be all for nothing.

“please what? hm?” he bites his bottom lip when you whine, your hips jerking a little and he can see your stomach tense up when he ruts a little harder against you. “tell me what you want baby, and i’ll give it to ya.”

you abandon the embarrassment, opting to roll your hips a little in tandem with his and making him the one to moan at the pressure you’re applying. “wan’ you to fuck me, please, wanna cum on your cock.” it’s filthy, the words you say but the fire that sets alight in katsuki’s eyes when he meets your fucked out gaze with a wolfish grin.

“since you asked so nicely,” he grins and finally letting go of one of your thighs to pull and tug his sweatpants down to let his cock spring out and slap against his thigh because of how fucking big and heavy it is, you can’t stop yourself from staring at it with wide eyes, is it even going to fucking fit? seemingly catching the look in your eye, his hand wraps around the base of his cock as he gently glides it through your wetness, gathering it at his tip to tap it against your clit to watch you jolt.

“don’t worry baby, we’ll make it fit.” is all he says before he’s angling his hips down a little, enraged red head of his cock catching against your entrance before he’s rolling his hips forward fluidly with a low groan that matches your moan of ecstasy at being stretched out by his length.

he gives shallow thrusts until he’s buried deep inside of you, his hips flush against your own and your thighs twitching at his sides from where he’s holding them. he tucks your legs over his arms before effortlessly folding you in half, his face now just hovering over yours. his hips still giving slow but deep experimental rolls to feel the way your walls flutter and cling to him for dear life.

“so fuckin’ tight, keep squeezing me like that and ‘m not gonna last princess.” he tenses his jaw when you subconsciously squeeze him at his words, just the thought of making him cum enough to get you off.

“can’t help it, ‘s too big.” you mumble back, and he’s grinning again despite the strain in his body to stop himself from exploding inside of you. his lips brush against yours when he leans a little closer, exchanging soft pants before he stills deep inside of you.

you think he might actually be struggling to hold on but then he starts a pace that’s almost vicious, downright mean with how his balls slap against the curve of your ass and the rough trail of blonde hair just above his cock is rubbing against your clit harshly. you moan loud, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he shifts his body slightly and barrelling the head of his cock into the one spot that has your entire body going rigid.

“g’nna cum pretty girl? yeah? wanna feel you cum all over my cock,” he groans when your thighs start to twitch against his biceps and how you’re squeezing him somehow much tighter than earlier, he throws his weight around a little more to make sure he breaks past the strong grip you have on him. “cum for me, c’mon.”

and you do, throwing your head back and arching your back as little as you can in the mating press he has you in and you’re spasming wildly around his length as he continues to fuck you through your initial relief and throwing you right into your next one that’s almost painful from how quickly you approached it. “f-fuck, ‘ki, too much, ‘s too much!” you finally manage to get out after your entire body seized up in pure ecstasy.

“just a little more, ‘m so close,” he moans sinfully against your parted lips, his body drenched in sweat and all his muscles bunched tight before he’s losing sense of rhythm and throwing himself head first into what he might think is one of his best orgasms in a long time. he whines, actually whines, when his cock twitches and starts to release his hot white seed deep inside your walls with each thrust of his hips, fucking it impossibly deeper until he can’t anymore.

his body lowers itself over yours, still aware of how he could crush you beneath him as he lets your legs loose from the grip you had and you both groan at the wet feeling of his cum being forced out from you around his cock. he breathes in deep when his nose buries itself into your hair, letting himself relax as your fingers stroke gentle patterns up and down his sides. “i’ll clean up in a second, lemme just..” he doesn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he means.

you kiss against his collarbone, then his shoulder, basking in the after-sex smell and the thought that maybe this could turn out for the better.

anyway i wrote this instead of making myself lunch, hope you enjoyed 🥰