Pyonpurin - けいう

kiss it better

— to the wind

teaching is hard. seeing izuku so distressed is harder.

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“knock knock.”

izuku sat, head in hand, at his desk. the windows in his classroom hung open, letting the cool breeze sweep through his already messy tufts of hair.

the distressed figure lifted his eyes to meet yours as you stood in the doorway of his class.

three years of teaching together and your routine had become pretty regular. coffee in the morning, passing each other in the hall as you somehow always took a bathroom break at the same time, lunch with the occasional shared grading, and the after school drama debrief until the custodians had to kick you out. high school kids always kept the stories coming to make an entertaining day for the both of you.

lunch was the current time. typically you would find him hanging on the door to your classroom, but instead, he sat ruggedly at his desk. a pencil shoved in his mouth to keep him from chewing his fingers.

izuku’s very obviously tired features lit up when he realized who it was that spoke from his doorway.

“oh, hey.” he responded with a drowsy demeanor.

this was different. and not a good different. as annoying as it was, you were typically the one shut up in your classroom, stewing over time consuming things like grades, itineraries, and everything else in between. izuku was the bright light that shone down on your horrid mindsets, bringing you back to a warm place, if even for a small time. you weren’t used to his personality being so…lackluster.

“you good?”

a long, heavy sigh travelled from his mouth and around the room, filling the already wind soaked air. izuku leaned back into his cushioned chair, pushing his hair back with a large hand. his restless eyes landed on the absolute mountain of paper in front of him and he drew his lips into a tight line. this was his way of communicating silently to you his very issue.

“i feel lost.” midoriya admitted hesitantly.

your feet moved on their own, taking you to sit crisscross on top of a student’s desk that was placed directly in front of his. like always, izuku now had your full attention.

“lost over what?”

he shrugged his shoulders haphazardly, his eyes still stuck on the papers strewn across his desk. this wasn’t a new sight to you or anyone else. izuku was notorious for keeping copious amount of clutter stashed away on his desk that already had limited space. with a brain that went as fast as his all day every day, he found it difficult to find the time to focus on cleaning a meaningless surface when he had countless other things to stress himself out over. but even this was over the top compared to the usual jumbled items.

“it’s just some grades, izuku. i can help you like usual. we can knock it out in no time.” you tried to reassure him.

when he shook his head in response, his stare still fixated on the pile, your stomach turned uncomfortably. midoriya was never one to decline an offer from you. especially because of the system you both subconsciously abided by. in times like this, if one of you offered help then typically the other would buy food, as a treat. after school dinners were a regular occurrence in your relationship.

“it’s not the grades.” his voice was low, “well, i mean, a little bit but, y’know.”

“i actually don’t know. you’re staring holes in those damn papers so i can’t really read you right now.”

your words snapped him out of the weird trance he had found himself in. the wind still blew lightly through his decorated class. the entire room screamed ‘izuku midoriya’. his personality was intertwined seamlessly with his own students’ personal flair. if you were still in school, izuku would have been the teacher you told your future kids about. maybe even been the teacher you thanked in your wedding speech.

the way you perched on the desk in front of his, completely enthralled with your concern for him, made his mouth run dry. even with your expression screwed up with confusion, he could still make out the features on your face that he had reluctantly grown to adore. not a single added wrinkle could deter him, even if that wrinkle was because of a face you directed at him. izuku could feel the guilt brewing in his gut.

“if i asked you something, could you be one hundred percent honest with me?” he asked.

“when am i not?” you responded nonchalantly, your chin resting in a propped hand.

the light chuckle that came from midoriya put your nerves at ease for a single moment. if you could give him an answer in hopes of never having to see him like this again, then you would gladly tell him whatever he wanted to hear.

“am i a bad teacher?”

silence permeated the warm room as you processed his question. in all the years you’d not only been his coworker, but his friend, the thought of him being a bad teacher never even made a shadow in your mind. years of stumbling over yourself to try and be a fraction of who he was as a teacher and a person made this question seem like the stupidest thing you’d ever heard.

“in what world are you a bad teacher?”

izuku crossed his arms onto his desk, leaning his head down as a way to hide from the world.

“what if i’m not doing enough?” his words seemed strained.

“izuku, what the hell are you talking about?”

had a student made a snide comment? maybe a rude gesture? the kids in both of your classes weren’t horrible but they definitely weren’t angels either. the idea of izuku overthinking a mean word from a high schooler seemed totally plausible.

“i’m scared that not a single word i say gets through to them. like, what if they walk out of here when they graduate, stupider than when they came in?” he asked, “not that they were stupid or anything when they came in, y’know, i’m just saying from a general standpo—“

“chill. you’re rambling right now.” you interrupted, which was something you had to do often.

another sigh left his mouth and he turned to gawk out the window. the trees were a beautiful shade of orange, but you weren’t looking at them. you couldn’t. not when midoriya was sitting right in front of you.

“i’m fucking terrified that i’m failing them.” he kept his gaze to the trees that danced in the wind, “i sit here and talk all day, which they don’t care about. grade their papers, which are scarcely up to par. am i doing something wrong? is there more i could be doing to make them want to be here?”

there it was; the classic teacher complex. you would be lying if you said you didn’t have these same aching doubts. any teacher that said otherwise was either perfect or a grade A moron.

“well first of all, you aren’t failing anyone. you’re a great person and an even greater teacher.” you slid off of the place you sat and walked to his desk, leaning on it carefully. you looked out of the window with him, your arms crossed tightly across your chest. “and second of all, those are all normal feelings. i mean, i feel the same almost seventy five percent of the time.”

he shifted his gaze to look at you, his eyes settling on the back of your head, staring in disbelief. he wished he could be as great at his job as you were. your tendency to connect with anyone and everyone brought a sense of jealousy to his mind nearly every day. although, he couldn’t pinpoint why. it’s not like he had trouble in that department.

he took things too seriously, gave himself a hard time over the smallest of things and overthought every situation. izuku was jealous of your ability to fly from the seat of your pants and say ‘fuck it’ if things went awry. granted, it wasn’t fun for you most of the time, but sometimes no plan is better than a strict step by step. this ideal had started to rub off on izuku after so much time spent together, but it was still a work in progress. he was just happy to have a part of you within his own personality at all times.

“yeah, but—“

“there’s no but. that’s just the way it is.” you cut him short.

a third sigh. this was the most exasperated you’d ever seen him. he stood from his comfy chair and leaned on the side of the desk with you. he admired the way the sunlight from the window perfectly complemented your features, outlining your natural beauty utterly and completely.

“you’re a fucking fantastic teacher. you can’t beat yourself up over things that are out of your control.” you turned to meet his eyes, “the kids are here and you’re guiding them. that’s all that matters. the mistakes you feel like you’re making in between won’t mean anything in the next year, let alone tomorrow.”

big green eyes stayed glued to yours, appreciation emanating from his pupils. you always knew exactly what to say, even if your words didn’t fall under the ‘advice’ category half the time.

you uncrossed an arm from your chest to rub comforting circles into your friends’ back. izuku’s muscles immediately loosened under your touch, the tenseness he’d held since this morning melting under your fingertips. he could never have a bad day, not when he knew you were just next door. not when he had the times he would see you written on a sticky note hidden in his desk drawer. after 3 years of faking a bathroom break just to take a glance at you in the hall, he knew you meant more to him than just as a coworker.

a smile sprawled across your face when midoriya gently laid his head on your shoulder with another large sigh. your hand traveled to play with the hair that grew from the back of his head.

“you hungry?”

midoriya nodded his head in response, humming softly as your fingertips lightly toyed with green tufts of hair.

“what did you bring today?” you already knew the answer, but you always asked anyhow.

“you’re actually never going to guess.” he lifted his head to look at you through his lashes.

“let me guess, anyway.”

izuku raised his eyebrows, as if saying ‘please do’ as he watched you feign confusion while you thought.

“hmm, katsudon?”

he shook his head, leaving your jaw to drop open in complete shock.

“you’re joking. since when do you not bring katsudon?”

“since i forgot my lunch at home this morning.”

maybe four other times had he forgot his food, and it was either because he woke up late or was already thinking so much the moment he woke up that his packed lunch slipped his mind.

“that kind of day, huh?” you asked.

“yeah. that kind of day.” he said, his head hung low.

you didn’t spare a word when you walked away from your spot on his desk, leaving the room quickly. midoriya watched after you, his eyes stuck to the door you just walked out of. everyday, he was thankful with how quickly you introduced yourself to him when you both started this job. neither of you could get through a day of teaching if it wasn’t for the other.

the wind caught your hair perfectly as you walked back in, bringing a stupid grin to his already awestruck face.

“tada! lunch is served, my kind fellow.”

there sat your all too familiar lunch box, open and ready to be emptied.

“y/n, i’m not going to to eat yo—“

“the bell is going to ring in 9 minutes and i’m starving. so you can either eat this with me or have your kids make fun of the noises your stomach makes when you’re hungry.” you pulled a chair around to the front of his desk, “you pick.”

a staring standoff that lasted for maybe 6 seconds, leaving you the winner, elicited yet another sigh from your coworker as he walked to his seat and plopped into it.

midoriya carefully eyed you as you brought out item after item, almost as if you packed extra just in case. you both took hold of the plastic forks you’d grabbed from the drawer of your desk. he could tell this was your way of comforting him, and you could tell this was his way of saying thank you. no extra words were needed when you could already read each other well enough.

“anything interesting happen yet?” you asked expectantly, forking a bit of your lunch into your mouth.

“june and lucas broke up.” he laughed out.

there was the man you adored. a smile plastered beautifully on his face as he happily told you about his day so far. you would never let that disappear again.

you listened intently to every word that came from his mouth, both of your shoes playing footsies under his desk.

a/n: okay yeah high school teacher izuku is perfect and hot but i’m about to write a book about elementary school teacher izuku because in my mind that’s literally my husband FAWWWKKKAHG

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Small droplets of sweat trickled down your forehead as you stood at the front of the classroom, your teacher attempting to hush the students.

“We’ve got a new student in the class..” Losing focus on her voice, all you could think of were how many pairs of eyes were glued to you; what were they thinking?

“..Are you fine with that? It won’t take you more than ten minutes.” She seemed to be questioning someone.

“But I have practice after school..!” He whined.

She turned to you with a smile, “You can take the open seat next to Hinata - he’s right down there.”

Walking down the rows, some students smiled, while others prepared their notebooks and pens. The boy you’d be sitting next to however, didn’t seem to be in the best mood; his brows slightly furrowed as he mumbled under his breath.

The day progressed, students swarming your table during the first break in an attempt to get to know you. Though despite how frustrated as he seemed, the boy didn’t leave your side even once.

“Okay everybody!” He said, breaking through the crowd and standing next to you, “We have something to do!”

He tugged at your wrist, guiding you outside the classroom where he proceeded to give you what you decided to call a ‘speed-run’ tour of the school. You both practically dashed through the hallway, avoiding the gazes of teachers who’d tell you off if they caught on - it would take too much time and spoil his plan to free up his afternoon for practice. It almost felt like he wanted to get away from you as soon as he could, but it probably wasn’t anything personal.

Remembering how it all played out really makes you laugh. It’s funny how much some people are able to change. The same person who used up his break to tour you around the school only so he wouldn’t have to do so later on in the day, was now the same person who stuck to you like glue whenever you were around him.

Third year hit, and plans for post-graduation were shared by you, who struggled to explain your choice to pursue further studies through a flurry of tears, after learning that he’d chosen to leave for a few years to train overseas. He promised to never leave you behind, and that just because you weren’t physically by his side, you were still in his thoughts. You couldn’t help laugh a little - he wasn’t exactly the best with words, but he always seemed to know how to bring you out of an overwhelming situation.

And now that he was halfway across the world, you found yourself feeling somewhat alone. Someone who you’d spent 3 years with suddenly disappearing so quickly - you didn’t know what you’d do. When so many parts of your day include him; it’s difficult to fill in the gaps where he once was. Having dinner at his place, hanging out with him after an exam, calling him when you couldn’t fall asleep; so many things changed faster than you were able to keep up with.

Though, despite being hours apart, you wouldn’t go a single day without hearing each other’s voices - whether it was over an audio or video call. You’d schedule your college classes and leave a gap in the early afternoon - around the time that he’d be heading to bed. He’d send you postcards sometimes, including small gifts and trinkets that he’d bought with the money he’d been saving up from his part time job. You noticed a shift in his handwriting as he explained he’d been learning to speak Portuguese, you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d sound like to hear him speak it.

Over call, he’d tell you about his matches, the things he does to train, his voice jittery with excitement - you’d need to warn him not to raise his voice otherwise he’d risk waking up his roommate.

Recently, the two of you spoke over the phone as you slipped under your covers, exhausted after a long day. You heard foreign voices in the background as he explained that he was at the gym. You recounted what you went through that day, telling him about all the things you’d learnt. Though you noticed that he’d been almost completely silent, save for an occasional ‘Really?’ or his typical ‘Huh?!’. When you asked if he really was listening, he promised he was - wryly confessing that he simply wanted to hear your voice.

“You’ll hear it in person soon enough.” You chuckled, warmth dressing your cheeks.

“I know, but it's just been so long!”

You weren’t sure how else to respond other than with a small laugh. Given how much time had passed, you couldn’t say you didn’t often wonder whether he really did miss you or not.

And in his typical fashion of leaving things until the last second, a message from him lit up your phone during a lecture. Tapping on it, you wondered if he’d had trouble sleeping - it’d be late night for him right now, wouldn’t it?

Wrong. His message stated that his plane would be landing in Japan in about an hour. He'd told you he was coming soon but he didn't say it would be this soon! Attached to his message was picture of a plane ticket that had only been delivered a few minutes ago due to his layover in a nearby country. As soon as you responded, he answered right back, telling you he wasn’t too far away. ‘You’ll need to find me!’ He typed.

‘Find me..’

It struck a chord with you for whatever reason. The lecture was now an afterthought as you stuffed your notebook into your backpack, rushing out of class and towards the subway station. You didn’t even worry about changing your outfit or applying any makeup.

All this time, you thought about how you’d been feeling lonely, and ever since he slipped from your grasp, things had felt a little.. different, and you had a hunch that he'd been feeling the same. All this time, you didn’t consider how isolated he was, living in an entirely different place, learning a new language, memorising the streets on his own; hours away from all the familiarities he grew up around. Hours away from you.

Small droplets of sweat trickled down your forehead as you stood at the arrivals terminal, voices that weren't his gathering around you. Rushing through the crowds, some families laughed, while others held each other tightly.

You stopped in the midst of your tracks as soon as you noticed a head of ginger hair scurrying through the different groups of people amidst all the chaos, his suitcase dragging behind him, his brows slightly furrowed as his eyes scanned the surroundings.

Breaking through the crowds, you managed to inch closer to him as he stopped in the midst of his tracks, his back facing yours as he fiddled with his phone.

You tugged at his wrist, your gaze shifting towards his head as he turned around, facing you with wide eyes.

"Found you.." You exhaled.

Within seconds, his arms were tightly wrapped around you, twirling you around. His laughter drowned out any background noise; or maybe it was just that you were simply only focused on him and his voice, and the way his arms held you so close - how much larger they were, how you never imagined they'd embrace you.

Your feet planted back onto the floor, hands still slung around his neck with your face nuzzled into his shoulder as gently rocked you back and fourth. "How long did you wait?".

"Not long. I was going to ring you," He replied, showing you his phone screen, "But you showed up all of a sudden!"

Reading the name on his phone, you wondered who he was talking about. "Meu.. Bem? Who's that?".

The chat logs under the name matched the ones you'd shared earlier that day - had he changed your contact name to something different? He sighed, dipping his head over your shoulder in an attempt to hide the growing redness in his face.

"It's you.."

“The Janitor’s Closet Incident”

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo

Genre: Comedy, Chaos, Parental Meltdown, The Fear of God™

---

It started with a phone call.

You picked up. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is U.A. Junior High. We need to speak with Haruki’s parent or guardian. It’s… regarding an incident.”

You immediately sat up straighter. “Is he hurt?”

There was a pause.

“…No. But you might want to sit down anyway.”

---

Bakugo showed up to the school thirty minutes later, stomping through the front office like he was about to arrest someone. You trailed behind, apologizing for the murder energy radiating off your husband.

The principal met you both at the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo. Thank you for coming.”

“Where is he?” Bakugo growled.

The principal adjusted his tie, sweating slightly. “Uh, Haruki is in the guidance office. We… caught him in a compromising position.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed.

“Compromising how?”

The principal coughed. “He was found in the janitor’s closet… with a girl.”

Bakugo blinked. Slowly. Like his body had to buffer the information before rage kicked in.

“…I’m sorry. The WHERE?”

“We believe they were… kissing.”

Kissing.

You swore you could hear Bakugo’s soul leave his body.

---

Haruki sat in the guidance office with a cold compress on the back of his neck. Not because he was injured—because the sheer panic had made him sweat so hard the nurse got concerned.

You walked in first. “Sweetheart…”

He looked up like a deer caught in a nuclear explosion.

“M-Mom—I swear—we weren’t doing anything bad!”

“Closet, Haruki?” Bakugo thundered behind you. “The janitor’s closet?! What are you, a soap opera character?!”

Haruki practically jumped out of the chair. “We were just kissing! I didn’t even—I mean—it was only for like ten seconds and—”

“TEN SECONDS?!”

You gently pushed Bakugo back before he combusted. “Let’s take a breath.”

“No!” he snapped. “First he nearly gives me a heart attack with his ‘alone time,’ then I have to give him the world’s most traumatic sex talk, and now he’s reenacting Riverdamndale in the broom closet?! What’s next? A hotel room?! A BABY?!”

Haruki was turning colors.

“I’m not gonna be a dad! I’m a kid! I don’t even know how to do laundry!”

“Damn right you don’t!” Bakugo pointed a finger like it was a loaded weapon. “And if I ever catch wind of you kissing anyone again without supervision, I’m sending you to a monastery.”

“A what?!”

“You’ll have a vow of silence and a celibacy contract by Monday!”

You snorted trying to hold back laughter. “Okay, okay. Enough. We’ll talk about this at home.”

Bakugo leaned down, eye-level with Haruki. “Do you know what I used to do to pervy boys in high school?”

“Traumatize them?”

“Worse. I gave ‘em tips.”

“Wait—what?”

Bakugo smirked. “And then I traumatized ‘em.”

Haruki groaned. “I need a new family.”

---

Later that night…

Bakugo was pacing the kitchen. “A closet, babe. Like, with brooms and mops. That’s not even romantic!”

You sipped your wine. “Be glad it wasn’t the chemistry lab.”

Bakugo paused.

“…We’re homeschooling him.”

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summary - when they so pussydrunk and deep in subspace that they fuck you senseless

warning - explicit smut, 18+, minors dni, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink and degradation kink (i have issues), breeding kink, spit kink, stomach bulge, subspace, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, breast play, choking kink, clit slapping

featuring characters — NISHINOYA, OIKAWA, YAMAGUCHI, OSAMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, KENMA, ASAHI, KAGEYAMA

"spread those pretty legs for me, baby,"

your husband loomed over you, his body bare and taut with muscle as he gazes down at you, his eyes roving over you body in hunger, committing every inch of you to memory.

he leaned over you, and you can't help but run your hands over his rippling muscles.

it was a normal night, a night of intimate touches and gentle kisses. but when the question of having babies came up, things took a different turn. you had told him that you were ready to have his babies, that you wanted to feel him filling you up, and it was as if a switch had been flipped inside him.

his kisses became more intense, more voracious as if he was trying to devour you.

his hands roamed over your body, and soon the clothes were shed, leaving you both bare and vulnerable to each other.

and now you're here, laying bare beneath him, his body towering over you as he looks down at you with a predatory gaze.

standing between your legs at the edge of the bed, he gave his hard cock a few strokes, resting his tip on your slit and he slathered his arousal all over your pussylips.

"mine," he groused in a possessive manner, "all mine," he slowly eased his length into you, slowly and deliberately. his hands gripped your hips as he pushed deeper into you.

you sunk your teeth on your lower lip, your walls molding to fit his grith as you took in every bit of him

"s-so warm," he buried his face into your neck, feeling the way your pussy clamped around him, "so tight, fuck baby," his fingers dug into your hip, hard enough to bruise, "m not gonna last long, ah, i can't hold back baby, fuckk,"

his cock twitched inside you just as he pushed all of him into you. he could sense his nearing orgasm, his body going rigid, tensing up as the knot in his lower tummy tightened and tightened. he went over the edge, groaning and whimpering against your skin.

"shit, i didn't mean to finish to quick, love. ahh. couldn't hold back," his forehead creased.

he peppered your face with soft kisses, his hands gently stroking your hair, "let me make it up to you,"

he didn't pull out just yet and stayed inside you, rolling his hips against yours.

you slung one leg around his hips, pulling him into you, "just fuck me, need you s'much please," you whined, your pussy warm with his cum.

your core spasmed around his cock, his bulbous tip nudging the edge of your cervix with each pointed, thrust of his pelvis against yours.

"can feel her creamin' around me," he blubbered, pressed his lips to your cheek, "such a pretty pussy, begging to be fucked,"

he pulled out slightly, looking down to where you were connected with him. a white ring of your mixed arousal was circled the base of his cock, sliding down to his sac.

"m'gonna fill her up nice and full," he pulled his semi-hard cock out, coated with your slick, and rested it against your leaking entrance.

"you've been thinking about it, haven't you? you've been fantasizing about me knocking you up, about me making you mine," he grumbled into your chest, mouthing languidly at your skin.

he straightened up on his knees between your legs, resting a hand on your pudgy waist.

the thought of your body changing and swelling with his child, your breasts growing full and heavy with sweet milk, turned him on even more; his cock twitched at the mental image in his head.

"fuck, yeah," he groaned, his voice rough with need, "i want to see you like that, sweetheart," he nudged the tip of his cock into your entrance, pushing slowly.

your face scrunched in pleasure, head fuzzy. wanting more. needing more.

"i want to watch your hips widen and your breasts fill out," he murmured, cupping your breast and pinching your hard nipple, eliciting a moan from you, "i want to see you swollen and heavy with my child. i want to see your body change, just for me,"

with that, he rammed his remaining length into your sopping heat without any warning, bottoming out in one fluid motion.

you cried out at his action. he paused for a moment, watching you gasp and writhe under him.

"s'big so good," you whined, throwing your head back into the mattress, your head fogging from the stimulation.

"that's what u want, isn't it?" he teased, fucking his cum back into your hole, "what me to stuff you full of my cum, eh?"

"fuck, yes," you clawed at his back, digging your nails deep enough into his skin to mark him, gasping for breath as you rbrows furrowed.

he moaned, head tipping forward as his hair fell over his forehead, "you'll be feeling me for days, baby,"

you were speechless with ecstasy, every touch and movement from your husband felt magnified, your body responding desperately to even the lightest touch.

"did i fuck you dumb, baby?" his words were thick and heavy, his breath coming in ragged gasps, "fucking cumslut,"

your pussy clenched around him, spasming around his girth.

"ahh gonna cum again," he muttered, before spilling his load into you.

but even so, he didn't slow down, instead, he grabbed your ankle and tossed it on his shoulder, to hit you even deeper.

"oh god," you cried out, back arching. as a result, his cock nudged that spongy spot in you, "i-i - right there, please,"

his hips worked relentlessly against yours, "m'gonna fuck u till your pussy is full of my cum," his thrusts became harder and deeper, "she's takin' me so well," he landed a smack over your clit.

your entire body jerked in response, shivers coursing under your skin.

the matress began to squeak and the frame hit the wall with the force of his each brutal fucking.

"you'll be growin' our baby here," he pressed his palm on your lower stomach with slight pressure.

"i can feel me here, fuckk," he panted, open mouth pressed against yours, hot breath coming out in puffs. he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you.

the weight of his hand only intensified the effect of his cock drilling in and out of you. you writhed and moaned uncontrollably, fisting the sheets in a death grip.

the intensity of the sensations crashing over you was almost too much to bear. white flashes of pleasure exploded behind your eyes, drowning them in a sea of ecstasy and your orgasm passed through you.

you clenched around his length, grabbing his biceps for any sense of balance.

"oh sh- fuck,"

his hips rocked into you hard as he reached his peak again, his cock burying to the hilt as he shot ropes of cum into your gummy walls.

"ah, squeezin' me so good," he roused, dipping his cock in and out of you that made your mixed arousal dribble from the sides, leaking down the crease of your inner thigh.

his cock softened inside you, nestling snugly within your soaking folds.

he pushed the pad of his thumb on your soft, pink, lower lip, forcing your mouth open. you stuck out your tongue involuntarily.

you closed your mouth around his digit, sucking his thumb into your hot and wet mouth. you swirled your tongue around, blinking up at him with dilated pupils.

he pulled his thumb back with a loud pop, and the sight of the long, thick string of saliva stretching between his thumb and your mouth was obscenely hot.

he couldn't help but give a low, guttural moan at the sight of your mouth, glistening from spit and desire.

"fuck," he whispers, his voice thick with need, "you look so beautiful right now, so perfect for me,"

"open your mouth," he leaned down, cupping your face in his hand, puckering his lips over your parted lips.

you poked out your tongue, your lashes fluttering. you let out a strangled whine, feeling a thick glob of saliva hitting your tongue.

he peered into your eyes, his voice low and commanding, "swallow,"

your eyes fluttered close, and you obeyed, swallowing the salty liquid without a second thought, moaning and arching your back with a whimper.

"good girl," he praised, beginning to thrust his hips into yours, "that's my good girl, taking what i give you and obeying me without question,"

his hand slid down, circling around your slender neck and squeezing gently.

the pressure on you throat was just enough to make you gasp for breath, your eyes going wide with surprise and pleasure.

he leaned over your form, your mouths crashing together in a messy, desperate tangle of lips and teeth and tongue.

you gripped each other tightly, each trying to pull the other closer as if you could merge into one being from the sheer force of your desire.

his thumb reached between your legs, pressing and rubbing roughly on your clit.

you could feel it building, the pleasure and tension coiling in your abdomen like a taut rubber band.

you pulled back from the slobbery kiss, whining at all the stimulation, "m'gonna- shitt," you gasped, jerking when a spark of pleasure shot to your core.

"you cumming again?" he grunted, snapping his hips into yours, your mixed arousal dripping to his balls while they slapped against your slit, "come for me baby, please. make a mess all over my cock, mama," he whimpered, punctuating with a particularly harsh thrust, "give it to me,"

"s'too much, baby please hngg,"

"shhh," he flatted his tongue on the side of your neck, sliding across your skin, "gonna make you feel so good, baby," he promised, "gonna give you what you need. one more. just one more,"

you could barely string a sentence together, "ple-"

the rest of your words were drowned in your wanton moan, as your release rippled through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.

his hips stuttered as he emptied his cum yet again in your battered pussy, rolling his hips to make sure your spasming cunt took in every drop.

your eyes closed, back relaxing into the mattress as he let your leg fall from his shoulder. rawness shot up your calf from how long your leg had been up in that angle.

he pulled back a little, just enough to look down at you, sprawled out beneath him.

"you look so beautiful like this," he uttered, his voice soft and tender, "all flushed and messy, just for me,"

he reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes, his gesture a soft caress.

he could feel you quivering beneath him, and he relished the power it gave him, the knowledge that he could make you fall apart.

"you're shaking, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "you okay?"

you nodded, still boneless and shaky from the intensity of your encounter, "no more, please, i can't-" you gulped, feeling how sore your throat had become.

"no more, no more," he conceded, "you did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice low and sweet.

he cupped your cheek, in awe of how he had fucked you senseless. he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your sweaty forehead tenderly, "i'm so proud of you,"

3rd years

HII!!!

i loveloveLOVE ur smau’s, could u do one for katsuki bakugo? enemies to lovers ?? the storyline and stuff can be anything u want.

pls feel free to add any details u want 😭😭

and no pressure !!!

technical foul | k. bakugo

you're vice captain to his captain on the soccer team. working together was never the problem. staying out of each other's way was.