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“You don’t find your worth in someone. You find your worth within yourself and then find someone who’s worthy of you. Remember that.”

— Unknown

Virgin deku and his chubby gf who wraps her legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out❤️

*clenches fist* hnnggggggggg yeah …. yeah…

it already took every ounce of self control he had to try and pull out. izuku already used up every bit of control to stop fucking into you, legs shaking as he slowed his thrusts until he was stilled inside of you.

“g-gonna cum, lemme pull out.” he says, brows furrowed together as he tries to calm his breathing.

you have other plans though, wrapping your legs around him and giving him a wide eye’d look, bottom lip jut out in your desperation. izuku wants to cum inside, so bad that it’s hurting him to hold on, but he can’t. he’s too young to get you pregnant, only at the beginning of his hero career. still, his eyes roll back as you lock your ankles around him, hips moving up and down against him, coaxing him closer and closer to a high he’s desperately trying to fight off.

“fuck, gotta let me pull out. can’t cum inside…. baby… baby please… can’t g-get you pregnant.” izuku’s voice is high pitched, whining as his hips continue fucking into you. his breathing picks up, growing faster and faster until he hears your soft little please that makes him almost entirely stupid.

so he gives in, telling you that it’s okay, that he’s gonna give it to you, fill you up because you asked so nicely. izuku’s a virgin, but he knows when you need something. who was he to deny you, especially when your legs were wrapped around him, fat of your thighs holding him inside of you, pulling him closer with each roll of your hips.

izuku’s head falls forward when he cums, a groan going from low to high breaking from his lips as you soothe him with quiet shushes, letting him pump you full like you asked, or rather, demanded.

anyways, sukuna manhandling you with all four arms at once.

two are used to hold your wrists pinned above your head, and the other two for spreading your legs wide open to the point of pain; rough fingers digging into the opposing softness of your thighs as he gets ready to fill both of your holes at the same time and making you moan like the obedient little servant you are for him.

and if you’re especially good, perhaps he’ll consider cumming inside you this time instead of spilling his warm release all over your stomach — which he doesn’t allow to get round with his offspring.

but only perhaps.

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What I'm saying is having a high follower count doesn't matter on this website. Reblogs do.

hi. rotting on two things so i’ll let you pick which to respond to.

yuuji who gets so flustered over that cute girl he works with who has a soft tummy and thick thighs. 🥴

megumi coming home after a long day at work, exhausted and frustrated, so he needs to take his frustration out on smth pretty. 😵‍💫

i’ll be back for megumi. for rn i wanna talk about yuuji… and let’s say this is a normalcy au, no curses n such

tw: um…thigh fucking.

•yuuji who adores pop culture so much he probably ends up working in a place just as nerdy, owning a place rather. a cozy shop lined with the latest manga and newest limited edition figures. he’s good at what he does, has an answer to everything, he’s top notch at making sales just by how kind he is. he’s easy to talk to, kind on the eyes. though no matter how great he was, he couldn’t do everything alone. he’d need extra hands around the place eventually. he just wasn’t expecting a woman. scratch that, he wasn’t expecting to have forced proximity with a hot woman.

even at 30, he didn’t date much, no matter how much of a smooth talker he pretended to be. in fact he couldn’t remember the last time he went on a proper date or even lied next to a woman. it wasn’t his top priority, he was a busy man, running the shop and all. even so, he had never felt so flustered. you talked real sweet, big doe eyes always batting weighty lashes at him, a sugarplum with an alternative style. he could dig it. but…you were so pretty that he found himself stumbling over his words like a fumbling teenager. he never knew ears could burn for this long. you had the cutest round cheeks, rosy and bright, he could look at your smile all day but…but he cursed himself for how many times he had to stop his eyes from drifting, wandering to the heft of your breasts, or the mouth watering pudge of your tummy in all those pretty dresses you wore. he felt like such a grade A pervert every time his gaze lingered on the thickness of your thighs when they were so perfectly snug in your ripped jeans. he wanted to lick every ripple of skin that peaked through the denim.

you truly were a sweetheart, and he felt like shit for thinking the way that he did. you weren’t an object for him to gawk at, your were a person. but…but.. BUT he couldn’t control the amount of times he would chub up in his joggers every time you bent at the waist to reorganize a shelf of merchandise, or worse, when you got down on your knees to do it instead. he always got the perfect view of your ass, so juicy and just begging to be bitten into. he nearly jumped out of his skin every time you would call to him while he was fantasizing, never anything he’d repeat in a church that’s for sure.

“you okay, itadori?”

and most time’s he could only manage a pathetic nod or a choked up mumble because he felt so exposed. if only you knew how many times he had daydreamed about kissing you all over, or splaying you out on the floor and burying his face between those sinful thighs of yours.

• i feel like it would have to be you who makes the first move, maybe when summer rolls around quicker than the ocean’s tide. when the heat of the sun comes in with a fury so you have to wear less to combat it. you weren’t dumb, anyone with eyes could see how poorly yuuji covered up boners, or when he’d try to cough to cover a strained whine whenever you two bushed together in one of the tight aisles of the shop. it was frustrating though, he never put in effort to ask you out. he clammed up whenever you said something flirty. you just didn’t take him for being someone so shy.

using the heat to your advantage, you showed up to work in a pair of shorts you’d normally not wear out and tank top. the place had no dress code, so it wasn’t like you were breaking any rules, but the way the man’s eyes nearly tried to bulge out of his head when he saw you was a prominent confidence booster. he was so damn easy. he could barely look you in the eye all day but you saw it, the way his eyes would quickly dart to your plunging neckline. you could feel his stare whenever he thought you weren’t the wiser. he was putty in your hands and to be fair, you enjoyed the power trip. you two liked to hang out and chat after closing, plot out new layouts for the merchandise on the sales floor or sometimes just chat about nothing in particular.

tonight it was no different, except it was because this time you had been tired of waiting. this time you had him pressed up close, his shirt bitten and held with his teeth as you both watched the scene playing out between you. his cock, blushed and leaky, was slipping in and out of the tight space between your thighs. his hands gripped at the soft flesh of your sides beneath your shirt, resisting the urge to leave thumb shaped bruises. you hadn’t even bothered to remove your shorts, just let him thrust desperately, using his own sticky precum as lube.

he liked your thighs so much…right? he didn’t seem to mind, too hazy and far gone to even bask in the embarrassment. he was all labored breathing and frustrated growls, chasing his climax like a dog would it’s own tail. you were so soft, but it almost was too much and not enough as the fat of your thighs lovingly hugged his shaft, covering his whole length completely.

“that all you got, yuuji? this can’t possibly be how you expect to fuck me, right?”

his eyes fluttered, hips jerked, head shook rapidly at the thought. you were quick to pull his shirt from his mouth, awed by the string of spit the trailed and the dumb look on his face.

“right?” you pressed, loving his flushed cheeks and knitted brows.

“n-no— fuck- i-“

you had the nerve to giggle at his stammering, locking your ankles over one another to make the makeshift pussy that was the space between your thighs, that much tighter. itadori gasped, slipping his hands down to grab at your ass instead, gripping the mailable flesh with both hands, making you meet his thrusts. it made you brace yourself on the counter you two were leaning against, made your tits recoil from the force while pressing up against him.

“wanna fuck you so bad, so damn pretty.”

“oh yeah?”

“yes. god you’re a minx.”

you cheesed, “i need you to cum for me, yu’. i know you can make such a beautiful mess for me, can’t you honey?”

he felt dipped in ice water, electrified by your words and you didn’t need to say much more before he was grunting loudly with your name on his tongue. heated ropes of thick cum pumped from his tip and ran down your legs like milk, making you sticky in more places than one. one of your hands snaked between you both, wrapping around his twitching cock easily. he hissed, whined at the sensitivity before reaching for your wrist to still your movements.

“w-wait. just gimme a second.”

“you want me to stop?,” you purred, hand massaging him nice and slow.

“no. no please don’t stop.”

“that’s what i thought.”

….but that’s just a few thoughts.

taggging @thenamesmiz bc i know you love yuuji too

trying to boycott sonic 3 really feels like being the only one wearing a mask in the grocery store rn.

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i really think having an emotional connection is so important to bakugou sexually.

like, i think he has to be in the exact right mood in order to get off by himself at home alone. can't be too tired, can't be too stressed out, can't have too much on his mind regarding work or other things, and even if it's been a while and his body is sensitive and wanting for it—if his head is not right, he can sit there for hours and never reach his peak.

which is why i think ultimately he doesn't do it that often, because it pisses him off to waste the time and not find the release. makes him more agitated. i think porn for the most part doesn't help him because he's too picky, literature probably helps a bit more, but he's still picky, and his imagination can get him there, but his headspace has to be right.

i think he's slow to hands-on stuff, when your relationship starts, and you can tell he's going to be like that pretty quickly. he responds to your touch like it's an accident; you reach out to hold his hand and he pulls his back like your knuckles have knocked by chance, like you're too close. it's not meant to be a rejection of any kind, it's just—he doesn't want you to touch him if you don't want to. if you don't mean to.

but when he realizes that you mean to, that you want to—

it has him skyrocketing. surprises him terribly, the affect you have on his body, and how quickly, because not even he can always have that affect on his own body.

you reach up to push some hair out of his face and your fingers skirt his cheekbone and he feels like a stupid gross disgusting puddle of mush. you loop your arm through his and lean into him while you're walking and he feels like a prize, like he's yours and you're his and you want everybody to know and that gives him a rush of pride that makes his head woozy.

he's dropping you off at home after date number he-doesn't-know and you're staring up at him outside your front door and he knows he should kiss you so he does and his whole body lights up with a heat he doesn't recognize at all. just from that.

and then he finally gets it: that heart-aching, stomach turning, body shaking want he's only ever heard about, and now finally feels.