Fatgum form smut pleaseeeeeeeee 🤲🏼 I just want them to love each other and bang
His fat form is good for many things. It's good for his job, obviously. It's good for combat and his brand, good for making him seem more approachable-
It's not good for intimacy.
Tai keeps the light off, as if that makes it any better. That way, he can't see your face when he sits down next to you on the couch. Surprisingly, you're quick to throw a leg over him, straddling his lap with wide legs.
"This is what you've been hiding from me?" you tease. Your touch is so liberal; you give it so easily, so much. Everything about you is pressing and touching and-
A hand on your hip to keep you apart for him.
"I know it's not..." he trails off. It's not a lot of things. The though won't form; his skin is buzzing too loud.
"I like you like this." You cup his cheeks in your hands, head tilted with an abundance of affection and a hint of mischief. "I like a big boy."
But Taishiro can't shake off the feeling that you're lying.
"It's okay." He laughs this time. "I know I'm not-- I know I'm not attractive like this."
He can feel your weight shift as you tilt your head to the other side, watching him in the dark.
"Give me your hand."
Both of your hands fit into his. Easily, you guide it to your mouth and kiss each knuckle, slowly, unrushed, each touch a love letter in itself. It's tender. So tender tgat he gives into you, lets you moce him how you need him.
Then, you drag it to your cheek, down your neck, all the way to the top of your collarbone. He almost pulls away on instinct, but your grip is firm and trustworthy. The give of your breast shocks the breath out of him, especially when you close your hands around his and force him to squeeze.
"Oh," he manages. He's never fully allowed himself this, never allowed himself to touch you, but now you make him. He's caressing your stomach, fumbling with your shirt--
Oh.
Oh.
His hand is suddenly down the front of your pants. Your panties are soft and lacey, but you don't give him time to admire that. No, you're pushing him lower, until his thick fingers are pressing between your folds-
"Tai," you whisper, right into the shell of his ear. "Am I wet?"
"Y-yeah."
Your hips roll into the palm of his hand and he's amazed at how your excitement slips between his fingers.
"Am I wet for you?"
His breath gets caught in his throat. "Yeah."
Your laugh goes so deep that it's almost a purr. Throwing an arm around his neck, your hips move again, this time more securely. It happens again, then again, then again, and your head dips low into the crook of his neck.
"Mm," your voice is buttery with want. "Yeah, I am."
It takes him a while to cut through the static thats built on in his brain and realize what you're doing. You're masturbating. You're masturbating using his hand.
"I'm so wet for you." Your body presses closer to his torso. "I want your fingers."
Oh, he should move, but he's just so gobsmacked that he can't. This has to be a dream, a hallucination-
"I want your cock."
Your tone tips up, wobbly and tender and ugly in the most delicious way, the way that makes his ribs open with want-
When you cum, it's with a garbled tone. If he weren't touching you, feeling how your pussy twitches and pulls and wets, he'd think you were lying to him, protecting his ego.
But, instead you chuckle, right into the shell of his ear.
"That's how bad I want you."
seros been eyeing you up all night- he does it everytime mina brings you along to one of their house partys- minas pretty coworker.
eventually- after catching sero staring for the eighth time that night, mina asks you why you won’t go for it “refuse to be one of hantas whores-” maybe it’s the way you slur when you say it, or the way the words kind of play together but your quip forces you and mina into fits of giggles and the topic is quickly forgotten.
when sero overhears it he can’t even fight the frown it sets on his face- a punch to the gut. sure, maybe he had a bit of a reputation but it’s not like that with you? had you truly thought his constant compliments and lost stares were purely just because he wanted in your pants?
and maybe that’s a part of it- infact it definitely is. but sero hasn’t been able to think of anyone but you while he fucks his fist for months and he knows that has to mean something.
when they're giving you info on hybrid Kiri before sending him home with you, the person is like, "hey no seriously though, he is going to be pretty possessive of you and you need to nip that in the bud or it'll get unmanageable" and then you just assume it'll work itself out and then Kiri fucking goes rigid-still and growls at any other hybrid who even looks at you in public lol
good morning to hockey player! bakugo katsuki only.
not talking about the bakugo katsuki on ice though. i’m talking about him after his games, hair damp & sweat sticky despite the biting chill of the arena, copper in his molars & iron in his throat. games rarely go smoothly for the left wing—he has a bad habit of ramming players into boards & spitting on them for good measure when they get on his nerves. you know you shouldn’t, but you’re no better than a fangirl so you can’t help but find it attractive.
“hey you,”
katsuki bakugo trudges off the rink with sweat-soaked skin. he’s red-cheeked & bleary eyed & he keeps said eyes on the ground like his life depends on it. he trudges past you, shoulder bumping into yours as he wobbles past.
you bite back a grin at the sight of the grumpy forward. “gonna ram into me next ?”
“annoying,” he mumbles, turning back to pull you into him with a swift tug. you nearly topple over him but he’s quick to steady you, large gloved hands snaking around the curve of your waist & the front of your throat.
“eugh, you smell like sweat—“
bakugo crashes his lips into yours. he’s always rough after games, taking out his frustration on you with teeth gnawing your lips & tongue licking your canines. gloved hands glide from your neck to your jaw before his left hand sinks just to rise up your shirt, tugging at the clasp of your bra while you grunt between his lips.
“mmf, kats—“
“number 49! no pda on the pitch !”
katsuki releases your lips with a grumble. he glares in the direction of his coach, lips glossy & strawberry sticky from your chapstick, saliva dribbling down his chin.
“annoying.”
“i love how diverse your vocabulary is.”
he turns to you with a similar scowl. “shut up. car.”
“can we communicate in full sentences please ?”
he lets out an exaggerated sigh, head thrown back & gloved fingers pinching his nose. it’s taking everything in you not to giggle, especially since he’s your only ride home.
“you are so—“ katsuki grunts before dipping his head to kiss your neck, “fucking—“ his lips meet your jaw, “annoying.”
he settles his head in the crook of your neck, body limp & heavy breathing,
“i love you too,”
“shut up.”
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Mission...accomplished?
my piece for the 2025 Dabihawks Secret Santa 🎁
OKAY ELS <3 i waited until the last day for this and ik i was gonna submit izuku but ............... can i have graveyard shift coworker shigs who youre not entirely too fond of but he likes bothering you bc it gets rlly boring and quiet at nights !! smau or written whichever ya like is fineee THANK YOU
graveflower
s.tomura
-the graveyard gets quiet and lonely at night- your there to keep him company.
“writing every day” otherwise known as waking up on day one, writing, deleting writing from the previous day on day two, and rinse and repeat forever
tiktok reader and bakugo move on together. they buy an apartment, they do laundry. she relaxes into being alive, her eyes soften over the years.
but sometimes, she catches a hint of red out of the corner of her eye and she's suddenly back in that fucking hotel room.
Can you do a smau where the mha boys are clingy and needy of attention? 💘
🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔
texts with the bnha guys; fem! reader (aged up) characters included: katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tenya iida, eijirou kirishima, denki kaminari.
! they want attention
warnings: sfw, fluff, angst-ish in todorokis part