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I've been an silent reader for a while and i love your writing btw, could i request a childhood female reader x bakugo where he has some weird obsession with her boobs but like in a non perverted way? Of course, only if you're comfortable!!!

10/10 request > ᵕ <

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With you and Katsuki being friends for so long it was no surprise that he has seen more than he should. Or felt around (sounds so bad omg.) and it’s not even in a perverted way it’s just because you’re comfortable enough.

In middle school when you hit puberty it was like the reality of you being a girl hit him and he wasn’t sure how to feel. His best friend was a girl and she was getting boobs, they no longer could throw their shirts off and run around in the sprinklers or even chill out shirtless. It weirdly fascinated him how you had to wear bras and the fascination only grew with age.

The bigger your cup size got the bigger the the urge he had to look at them. he had to hold himself back numerous time from reaching a hand out to feel them, well until one day—

You both were home alone (risky) but his parents were fine with it from you guys being friends since preschool and they trusted the both of you enough not to do anything crazy while they were out. 

You had caught Bakugou staring more then once but it was different now that you both were in high school and both your hormones were on an all time high.

“You wanna feel them?” You turned your body towards his side of the couch after catching his frustrated eyes staring at your breasts as if he had a personal grudge against them.

“Huh?” He physically jumped at your offer, trying to make eye contact with you but the way you looked for his response made a deep blush paint across his cheeks. “I always see you staring, if you want to touch them just ask?” The way you slid it so casually by him made it feel like it wasn’t such a bad thing, like it was something normal.

He didn’t want to admit his interest in them, he didn’t want to scare you off by being a pervert either but most of all he didn’t want to say ‘yes’ for you to just laugh in his face.

“why would i want to do that.” He scoffed looking away, the blush still very present on his dusted cheeks.

Though you had other plans.

Creeping your way across the couch you grab his hand and guide it to your chest, it wasn’t a tight grip and it wasn’t forceful he could pull away if he wanted to; but he didn’t. You put his hand on your chest and almost on instinct he squeezed. It wasn’t hard or demanding, it was soft and cautious. unexperienced.

The blush that was once taking up rent on his face faded, his normally frustrated eyes dropped into more of a intrigued expression. The years of buildup and anticipation finally settled within him and he felt content.

“see, just had to ask—” You said returning his hands back to his sides, casually plopping yourself back in the spot you sat prior to the event. “next time don’t wait 3 years.” You jokingly scoffed at his dumbfounded look.

“Huh- WAIT YOU SAW?”

(sorry i did this so lazily ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡)



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Hi! I absolutely adore your works and I was wondering if you could possibly make a Katsuki x reader where the reader lost their quirk and feel worthless without it? If it's too similar or you've made another one like that then I understand!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

HERE YOU GO SWEETS !! So sorry this took so long 😭😭

Post-war! Bakugou x Reader

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It was weird not having a quirk. Not having the thing that defined who you were in your own uniqueness. The only thing that separated you from others.

Principal nezu let you stay at U.A and finish your 2nd year but you had to be moved to general studies and it was like you were in slow-mo. Watching the class you grew with become hero’s and accomplishing your dream pulled the strings of your heart daily; but watching Katsuki achieve his dreams was what really snapped everything into reality.

The promise you made to each other to become a hero and competing for number 1 was now just a foggy dream of the past you’ll never get to see. It hurt.

But what hurt more was the thought of him thinking you were worthless, useless— quirkless. So you did the only thing that seemed right, you avoided him.

You didn’t bother him, didn’t sleep in his dorm, you no longer studied in the library, didn’t sit with him at lunch and it wasn’t like you could spar with him anymore.

You just kept to yourself and it worried him how much you isolated yourself and pushed everyone away like you couldn’t fathom another heartbreak.

He couldn’t watch this anymore, he thought giving you space would help you sort things out and you would come to him when you were ready but it just seemed like you were getting worse and he couldn’t stand by and watch it unfold further.

After classes he made his way down the general studies hallway looking for you, it earned him weird looks but he didn’t have time to curse out some extra he didnt care about. He scanned the halls looking for your familiar figure, eyes darting until they landed on you.

Your hair was pushed back lazily because you just didn’t have it in you to brush it out let along style it. Your uniform was crumpled, you smoothed it out when you could but it just didn’t seem like a priority, you were already known as the girl who lost her quirk you doubted that a few ripples in your skirt would change that nickname.

That all had nothing atop your expression, it was blank; unreadable. The closest emotion Bakugou could point out was despair.

Without a word he pushed you back into the now empty classroom and shut the door shut with a quiet slam. You didnt have time to process what was happening before you saw his ash blonde hair and striking vermilion eyes. The same eyes that looked at you with the same amount of admiration and devotion.

“Katsuki-“ he didnt let you get a word out before he engulfed you in a bear hug. He didnt exactly have a plan on what he was going to say or do everything he did was all in the moment. Raw with emotion.

“I can’t do this anymore, I just cant.” He buried his scared cheek into your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “W-what are you talking about.” You tried to make sense of the situation in front of you but a deep down part of you was crumbling at his actions. It was getting harder and harder to keep your composure as you tried to claw him off you with no avail.

“Stop with the act, I understand you lost your quirk and it’s shitty but that doesn’t mean you have to push everyone away. Push me away.” His voice cracked. “B-but I thought..” you quivered in his hold, finally melting into his touch. “Thought what.” His hold tightened, afraid of what you were going to say.

“ I thought you’d think I’m useless becuase I don’t have a quirk anymore. I’ll never be a hero.” you finally let your emotions poor out letting the weight of emotions fall down on you. “I-I’ll never be a hero.”

His heart broke hearing your sobs and the tight grip you had on his uniform sleeve. “oh baby..” this was long over due. A moment with you both, just letting you cry into his arms. He was so stupid for letting you deal with this alone and he will forever beat himself up over it.

You both stayed like that for a while, wrapped in eachothers embrace letting the wave of emotions Settle before any of you spoke. “You’re not alone, I’m sorry for thinking that you needed space. I’m sorry for letting you deal with this alone.” He whispered into the sweet scent of your hair, slowly twisting a strand of your lock, trying to give some sort of comfort.

“It’s okay.. I distance myself on my own. It wasn’t your fault.” You sniffled, eyes closed feeling the waves of the moment subside. Only thing left between you both was a relief knowing that the worst of it all has passed.

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Get Even - Frat Prez!Katsuki Series

"Didn’t think I’d see a pretty little thing like you at one of our parties."

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟏)

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟐)

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟑)

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟒)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤…..

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My gynecologist knows its frat Bakugou 👅👅

Get Even - Chapter 1

word count: 1.8 K

cw: frat prez!katsuki x fem art sudent!reader, college AU, frat culture, alcohol consumption, suggestive dialogue, reader panic response, katsuki being petty, foreshadowed angst, strong language/frat boy profanity, Mentions of drink spiking awareness (reader expresses fear of being drugged, no actual drugging occurs), this fic will have multiple chapters!

You didn’t wake up this morning planning to go to a frat party.

You woke up planning to cry over your art history paper and maybe eat a bowl of cereal straight from the box. But fate—or more specifically, your extroverted menace of a best friend—had other plans.

“YOU’RE COMING WITH ME,” she said, barging into your dorm room like the Kool-Aid Man with lashes. “No, I’m not,” you said, barely looking up from your sketchpad. “Yes, you are. Sigma Vex is throwing the party of the semester tonight and I scored us an invite.”“I don’t even know what that means,” you replied. “Is that a frat or a metal band?”

That’s when she hit you with the kicker: “Sigma Vex. As in, the frat. The one run by Katsuki Bakugou.”

You blinked. “The scary blond guy from the engineering major?”

“The hot scary blond guy. Yeah.”

She dangled the invite in front of your face like it was a golden ticket to Wonka’s chocolate factory. Only in this case, the factory was filled with alcohol, sweat, questionable decision-making, and people with abs.

So naturally, you said no. Then she hit you with the guilt trip combo pack: —You never go out. —You’re gonna die single in a cardigan. —You owe her for the time she covered for you when you ghosted class. —And “just come for an hour. You don’t even have to talk to anyone. You can wear black and stand in a corner like a sexy funeral ghost.”

And so now—it’s 8:27PM.

You’re standing in front of your mirror, wearing a bodycon dress that you already regret. Ribbed modal fabric. Soft as sin. Hugs your body like it has a vendetta. Not scandalous—nothing’s spilling out—but you’re not exactly blending in with the wallpaper either.

You pull at the hem. Tug at the neckline. Rethink every decision that led to this moment.

Your stomach is a war zone. You feel like you’re about to be thrown into an arena where hot, drunk gladiators flex for sport and girls get called “shawty” without warning.

Your friend, meanwhile, is in your room with her hair in curlers and a glitter highlighter in one hand. “It’s gonna be fine,” she says. “Sigma Vex isn’t like the creepy frats. They don’t even allow hard drugs. The president’s a total control freak. It’s practically a regulated orgy.”

You nearly drop your eyeliner. “I beg your what?”

She grins. “He has rules. The party ends exactly at 2AM. Pledges clean after. I swear he probably makes them mop in rows. But the house is hot, the guys are hotter, and the drinks are strong.”

You don’t trust this. Or her. But you go.

Because you’re tired of saying no. Tired of playing safe. Tired of wondering what it’s like to be the main character in someone’s story instead of the silent background artist in your own.

So you step into the Uber. Adjust your dress for the tenth time. Take a deep breath.

You’ll just hide in a corner. You’ll sip something fake and sugary. Watch your friend flirt. Go home in an hour. No one’s even going to notice you. At 10:32PM, you walk into the Sigma Vex house, and the party has just begun

The Sigma Vex house doesn’t smell like weed and piss like the other frats.

It smells like cedarwood, expensive cologne, and testosterone. The hallway lights are warm and moody, the alcohol’s not watered down, and the bass is so clean it feels like it’s massaging your organs. Everything is too coordinated. Too put together.

The house hums like a hive. Controlled chaos. All neon lighting, heavy bass, and clean floors that should absolutely not be this clean for a frat house. No drugs, no vomit-stained rugs, no weird stains on the couch (well… not until later). Pledges clean with military precision, and the house parties? Legendary.

This is a party run by a man with a schedule. A mission. A code of conduct.

You’re not supposed to be here. You're very sure of that.

Now, standing here in the corner of the living room clutching a soda in a death grip, you’re watching chaos unfold with terrifying precision. Shirtless guys shouting over pong. Music blasting. People dancing in the dark like they’re in a music video. And not a single illegal substance in sight.

You hug the red Solo cup tighter in your hands—not because you plan to drink it, but because it gives you something to hold. Something to do while you stand awkwardly in the corner of the Sigma Vex living room.

The music is loud. You can feel the bass in your chest like your ribs are its personal drum set. The lights are dim and tinted gold-red, bouncing off bottles and glitter eyeshadow. It smells like sweat, spilt vodka, and expensive cologne that’s fighting for its life.

People are dancing in the middle of the room—no, grinding. Writhing. Some are already pressed so close you wonder if their zippers are about to declare war. There’s a girl literally straddling a guy’s thigh to the beat of a Drake remix. Someone in the kitchen yells “CHUG!” followed by a violent round of coughing and cheering.

You see a game of beer pong in the back. Someone’s making out on the damn couch. Like heavy. His hand’s already under her top and nobody around them cares.

You feel… Like a deer in a frat-lit headlights. Like you accidentally walked into the wrong simulation.

Just you, standing awkwardly in a dress that hugs a little too tightly in all the right places, abandoned by your friend who disappeared somewhere upstairs to swap spit with a tall dude in a backwards cap who looks like he says “bro” unironically, who called her “shortcake” three minutes into meeting her.

You're alone, and you're ready to leave. And then—you feel it.

That static prickle across your skin like the air shifted. Like someone just flipped the tension dial in the atmosphere to oh no.

You glance up—and that’s when you see him.

Blond. Piercing, scarlet eyes. Broad-shouldered. Wearing a black fitted Sigma Vex shirt like it was custom-sewn to worship his muscles. He’s walking through the crowd like a lion who knows the other animals will move.

Katsuki Bakugou.

The legend. Sigma Vexes frat president. The reason half the campus has a gym membership they don’t use.

You’ve seen him before—at a distance, walking out of the engineering building like he owned the sidewalk—but you’ve never been this close. And now he’s looking at you. Like really looking. Your brain short circuits.

He steps up, casual like he wasn’t just stomping through the house like a general five seconds ago. Hands in his pockets. Piercing eyes trailing over your dress like a scan. Not lewd—calculating. Intrigued.

And then, that voice—low, scratchy, voice smooth like gravel and whiskey, way-too-good-for-this-world voice—slips out of his mouth like it’s got intentions:

“Didn’t think I’d see a pretty little thing like you at one of our parties.”

You swear your soda fizzes louder.

“Um,” you say. Your voice is already doing The Thing—that high-pitched, I-don’t-know-how-to-talk-to-hot-people thing. “Thanks?”

He smirks. “First time here?”

You nod, then stop, then try to explain. “Y-yeah. My friend dragged me. I wasn’t… planning to stay.”

His eyes flick toward the dance floor, like he’s clocking the friend you clearly came with. “Lemme guess. Ditched you?”

You blink. “How’d you—”

“You’ve been standin’ here for fifteen minutes,” he says. “Lookin’ like you’re tryin’ to mentally disassociate from the dubstep remix of ‘Seven Nation Army.’”

You let out a panicked laugh, because—he’s right. You are.

And now Katsuki Bakugou is standing way too close. Not crowding, but definitely not respecting standard “hot stranger” protocol. He leans just a bit toward you, glancing at your sad soda. His grin goes sideways. Ferally amused.

“Lemme get you a real drink,” he offers. “Don’t worry—I’ll pour it myself.”

Your heartbeat jumps. Not because it’s romantic. But because alarm bells go off. Every girl-in-college instinct yells: Stranger! Danger! Drink! Frat house! BAD!

You freeze. “Oh—no, thank you. I’m… good. This is fine.”

You gesture awkwardly to your soda like it’s an award-winning vintage instead of whatever off-brand cola someone handed you when you arrived.

He raises a brow. Just one. “You think I’m tryin’ to drug you?”

You panic. “N-NO! Not like that—I just—I mean I don’t know you and—uh—I’m sorry—”

He chuckles. It’s a low, rough sound, like gravel being dragged across velvet.

“You’re cute when you stammer.”

You squeak. Then—his tone dips, smooth and syrupy, casual but too sharp to be an accident. “Wanna go somewhere quieter? You look like you’re gonna combust if the bass drops again. We can go upstairs.”

Your eyes widen. He doesn’t touch you. Just watches. Calm. Patient. Too patient. Like he knows what he’s doing.

You swallow. The walls are closing in. The lights are too hot. His face is too much. “I-I actually… have a thing tomorrow. Early. So. I’m just—gonna go. Sorry.”

And then. You bolt. Turn and walk away.

Like a coward.

Like you just rejected Katsuki Bakugou.

You don’t look back. But Katsuki stands there, still. Jaw tight. Pledges laughing too close to his ear like they’ve just seen their invincible warlord get pantsed by a kitten.

“Yo—did you see that?” “She rejected him?” “Bro, the Prez got ghosted in real time!” “I didn’t know that could happen?!”

A few of them start clapping. The disrespect is palpable.

Katsuki takes a slow sip of his drink. Doesn’t react. Just locks eyes on your retreating form like he’s uploading your soul into a kill list. His silence only makes it worse.

That’s when Yamada—one of the newer pledges, all cocky smirk and zero brain cells—decides to grow a pair.

“Dude,” he calls out, grinning like an idiot, “if you can’t get in her pants and fuck her in the next three months, you’re officially stepping down from your heartthrob throne.”

Silence. Everyone freezes. You could hear a pong ball drop.

“And we get to take your precious baby for a spin,” he adds. “Two weeks. Full keys. No chaperone.”

A hush falls over the room like someone just mentioned Voldemort.

Sero drops his beer. “Bro. You did not just bring up the Porsche.”

Kirishima looks physically pained. “Yo, that’s—dude, that’s kinda too far.”

“Yeah, man,” Kaminari adds, eyes wide. “You tryna die or something? That car's his literal child.”

They’re talking about the car. The black 911 GT3 Porsche. Custom specs. His dad helped him import it from Germany for his 21st birthday. That thing growls like a beast and costs more than all of Sigma Vex’s pledges combined. Katsuki doesn’t even park it near other cars. He parks it under a cover and wipes down the tires like it's a deity.

Kirishima steps forward. “Kats, bro—come on. Don’t—don’t entertain this. She’s just a girl.”

“She’s just a girl,” Katsuki echoes quietly.

He downs the rest of his drink in one go.

Then he turns toward Yamada with the slow, sharp grin of a predator who was just handed a valid reason to destroy someone—emotionally, spiritually, academically.

“You’re on.”

Kirishima groans. “Bro—”

“She wants to play shy?” Katsuki says, voice cold now. “Fine. I’ll play too. But three months?”

He scoffs, already calculating.

“I’ll have her begging in two.”

And just like that, the game begins.

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IM SO SORRY FOR UPRIGHT VANISHING— I’ve been stressed lately and haven’t had a chance to get on my computer and write anything.. I am planning on coming back TRUST I’m not on hiatus I’m just a bum. I’ll get back on the grind 👅👅

I have 2-3 requests I’m working on so I am gonna be posting soon. It’s Father’s Day and I would go all out for a Bakugou fic but my lazy ass does not feel like it ◞‸◟.

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pairing: katsuki bakugo x you | warnings: oral (Kats receiving), soft- slight possessive sex

summary; while giving Katsuki a blow job he decides it’s a good time to propose

ೃ⁀➷ Shut up, I’m proposing

You’re on your knees, lips warm and wet around him and Katsuki Bakugo is barely holding it together.

One hand’s fisted in your hair, the other gripping the couch cushion like it might anchor him to reality. His sweatpants are pushed down just enough to free him and you’re working him with slow, teasing precision, tongue curling, throat flexing, just like you know drives him mad.

“Shit… fuck babe… y’r killin’ me,” he grits out, head tipping back and jaw tight.

You hum around him like you’re innocent, like you’re not doing it on purpose and his hips twitch up in response.

“C’mon, I… hah… ‘m not gonna last if you…fuck, baby.” His voice breaks at the end.

But he doesn’t stop you. He never does until… “I been… fuck, been thinkin’ about it. The thing. The,” he pants. “The ring thing.”

Your brows furrow, mouth still full, but he just powers through, panicking and moaning all at once.

“You said… said you wanted it to be special, and I…I had a plan, okay? It wasn’t this… fuck, princess.”

He looks down at you, face flushed, sweat dampening his hairline and his expression crumbles into the softest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Shit,” he chokes, voice cracking as you suck harder.

And then the bastard actually fumbles in the couch cushion next to him. Reaches behind a pillow with trembling fingers.

You blink, his cock still in your mouth as he pulls out a tiny black box.

“Knew I couldn’t fuckin’ wait,” he mutters like he’s pissed at himself.

He flips it open. There’s a ring and you just freeze.

“Yeah, I know, I know, it’s not how I wanted to do it,” he rambles, eyes wild, lips twitching between panic and grin. “But you, fuck, you’re down there bein’ all perfect and I… fuck, will you just marry me already?!”

You pull off of him with a wet pop, eyes wide, spit shining your lips. “Kats, what the hell?”

He stares at you, completely red.

“I’m fuckin’ serious,” he says. “I want you. Forever. Even when you drive me crazy. Even when I’m a jealous idiot. Especially when you wear my shirt and suck my dick while I propose like a dumbass.”

Your breath catches. Then you start laughing half shocked and half breathless.

“You’re such a disaster,” you giggle, reaching up to take the ring with trembling fingers. “You really just during?”

He shrugs helplessly. “I panicked!”

You slide the ring on and it fits perfectly.

Then you crawl back into his lap, straddling him and kiss him softly. “I love you, Katsuki Bakugo.”

He swallows hard. “…So that’s a yes?”

You kiss him again. “Hell yes.”

“You said yes,” he whispers after a moment of silence.

It’s almost reverent the way he says it. Like he can’t believe it. You’re straddling him, chest to chest, the ring gleaming where your left hand rests on his shoulder. His cock slides between your folds, hard and aching but not rushing. Not yet.

Katsuki’s breathing hard, eyes locked on you like he might wake up. “You really said yes.”

You nod, smiling, cupping his face. “Of course I did, dumbass.”

He groans, head falling to your chest, arms wrapping tight around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you,” he mutters into your skin. “Make sure nobody ever forgets who you belong to.”

You roll your hips and he shudders.

“Then do it,” you whisper, rocking down onto him in one slow, deep slide.

“Fuck baby, so tight. Always so perfect for me.” He grinds out.

You start to move, slow and steady, grinding down into him while his hands grip your hips like a man starved. He watches you wide-eyed, lips parted, barely breathing.

“My fiancée,” he groans. “Fuck, my fiancée.”

“Say it again.”

He thrusts up into you, deeper this time. You gasp.

“My perfect girl,” he pants. “My fuckin’ fiancée… mine forever. Gonna marry me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you moan, head falling back. “Gonna wear your ring, your name, fuck Kats, your everything.”

And he loses it. Not in speed, but in depth and in emotions.

He starts thrusting up into you harder, dragging your body down to meet each movement, forehead pressed to yours.

“Gonna fill you up,” he murmurs. “Every night. Just like this. Gonna take such good care of you.”

“You already do,” you breathe, clinging to his shoulders. “You already do.”

You feel the heat coil between your legs, tight and needy and he knows.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers. “Come for me again. Just like this. Wanna feel my fiancée fall apart for me.”

You gasp his name as your body arches, nails digging into his back, pleasure wracking through you in waves. And he follows with a deep and guttural groan, so full of love it makes your eyes sting.

When it’s over he keeps you pressed close. Doesn’t pull out and doesn’t move. Just holds you, trembling slightly.

“You’re really gonna marry me,” he whispers, almost like he’s in disbelief.

You smile into his shoulder. “Only if you keep calling me that every time you fuck me.”

He chuckles, tired and soft. “Oh, baby. That’s never gonna stop.”

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Your boyfriend has been fighting his breeding instincts since high school. Always wrapping it, always, even if he did want to feel the satisfaction of filling a warm wet hole with his cum.

So by the time you're married and finally alone in your hotel room, he can't wait anymore.

"Mrs. L/N." He breathes against your lips, peeling your travel dress of your body with the reverence you deserve. Your beautiful curves drive him crazy even now.

"I wanna see your tits get heavy with milk." He murmurs as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. His hands groping at the softness of your hips and your love handles. He pulls off your nipple with a lewd pop, his eyes turning upward to meet yours. "Wanna see your belly swell with our child."

"Let me put a baby in you." He whispers, standing and finally pressing his erection against your soft stomach. His eyes plead with you, the deep seated need to start your family evident in his gaze.

"Okay, Mr. L/N. Let's make a baby." You grin as you press your lips to his, squealing when he all bit picks you up and tosses you onto the bed.

It's not long before you're folded underneath him, your knees pressed to your chest as he fucks you with his fat cock as deep as humanly possible. He can feel the head of his shaft kissing your cervix, he can feel your wetness on his bare dick and he goes a little crazy.

His words slurred, positively drunk on your pussy, "Gonna knock you up mama, fuck. Perfect fucking pussy, see how she's creamin' for me? She wants a baby I can tell."

Your eyes are crossed from how perfectly hes hitting your spot and your brain is melting from the heat of his dick and his words.

You have no way to prove it, but you're pretty sure it was that first time of that long night that got you pregnant with your daughter.

Daichi, Kirishima, Iwaizumi, Bakugou, Deku

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You should add more to the childhood friends scenario u wrote :3

Ofc ofc 👅👅

Shameless by Avenoir

(I didn’t know what to title this so I just put down what I was listening to— ignore if you want !!)

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You knew katsuki just as long as Izuku has and what genuinely perplexed you was how differently he treated the both of you.

He was aggressive, Hostile and grumpy towards Deku and threatening every chance he was given. But with you? He was a whole different person entirely.

He made sure to check up on you like clockwork, he was soft and caring he even went out of his way numerous times just to walk you home after school. (he even had an alarm set named ‘tell girly to eat food/drink water.) you never understood why he did it.

But it was all becuase you were his girl.

He wasn’t good with words or telling you how he felt— but he knew he loved you. An unconditional type of love that he couldn’t run from.

If you asked him to give up being a hero, he would be conflicted but in the end he would shamelessly choose you.

It would tick him off if any guy got even 5 feet from you. If it happened with Izuku it was one thing becuase he had learned to share you but if it was some random NPC extra he would blow a fume.

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Katsuki had invited you out for coffee as an excuse to ‘study’ which in other words was him wanting to take you out and to enjoy your company but the last thing he was expecting was for you to get hit on.

“Okay Kats sit tight I’ll go order, could you set my computer up?” You asked sweetly as you straightened out your skirt from any wrinkles that were gained by the way you sat.

“ yeah ‘course.” He glanced down at your thighs for a slight moment before reaching across the table and grabbing your computer.

You muttered a quick ‘thanks’ before turning a corner to the register that was out of his eyes sight.

He opened the computer and was greeted by a sweet photo of Little you and Katsuki. It was a photo his mom took of you kissing his cheek after he gave you a flower crown. He subconsciously smiled at the sweet memory before putting in your password and pulling up the assignment you were complaining about having to do.

A good 10 minutes passed since you left and he was growing fidgety. ‘Ordering a fuckin coffee doesn’t take 10 whole minutes what is the damned brat doing.’ He grumbled in his head before saying fuck the waiting game and getting up. he was genuinely ticked off.

by ticked off he was mildly annoyed but that was a forgotten feeling the second he saw a pretty boy at the counter basically begging you for your number. Knowing you, you were too nice to full on tell him no though it was evident that you were trying your best to decline the coffee boy.

“Now what’s goin on here.” His booming voice joined the pressed conversation which made your worry’s vanish. You had your big scary guard dog back and you just knew it wasn’t gonna end well. (He did it so you didn’t have to.)

“Oh hey suki, it’s nothing he’s was just—“

“About to piss me off?” He snarled causing the coffee boy to sweat. “Uh— here’s your drink ma’am have a nice day!!” He said like he wasn’t just hitting on you 5 seconds before Katsuki showed up barking his existence to the guy.

“Yeah, what I thought.” Katsuki spat putting both drinks in your hands and ushering you to walk in front of him. But it wasn’t over between him and Ice cream boy over the counter.

‘My girl’ was all he mouthed before scrunching up his nose and shoving his hand in the back pocket of your denim skirt.

The scared look The guy gave him made him chuckle lowly, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stick up but you loved your scary dog privileges.

(I couldn’t decide if I wanted them together or not so make with what you will :D !!)

[bakug0uzb1thc]

Part two of fem reader and bakugo cuddling pls (longer Version please)💗

eekkk i didnt think it would get so much attention here you go!!

PT 2 OF THIS !! :3

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“kat-" you tried to voice your complaints again, but it was short-lived by the same sleepy blonde telling you to 'shut up.’ He just wasn't letting up and you just knew someone saw.

"but- i just know someone saw us, oh were gonna be so screwed." you said franticly playing with his hair, only causing him to groan. "you're so paranoid, stop focusing on other people for once..." he mumbled from where he laid on your chest.

he could hear the way your heart rate increase, only further proving your concern with the position you laid with him. He was flush against your body with his weight slowly suffocating you.

"I'm sorry its just ugh.. never mind." you tried to calm yourself down from your cloud of worry but it didn't stop your nerves from being on edge.

your face felt hot with his attitude towards the situation you had found yourself in. how nonchalant he was being about this made you squirm, did he not care at all? (he didn't.)

he knew you weren't huge on PDA and you liked to keep your close relationship private but it was messing with his beauty sleep and his temper grew even shorter then when he was fully awake.

he got up, which made you calm down a bit but before you could let out your sigh of relief he grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder causing you to squeal.

You weren't sure what would cause your classmates to freak out more; The two of you cuddling or you thrown over his shoulder with a hand full of your ass.

"ah- kat what are you-" you held on tight to his compression shirt from the back, scared of being upside down and the possibility he might drop you if you complained about his actions. "I'm tired and I'm sick of your whining. you need to learn to shut up." he fought a yawn as his hand trailed from the dent behind your knee to your lower ass, not anything sexual it was just where he found his hand resting.

"uh-" you didn't know what to tell him or throw back to defend yourself, you just held on tight curious on which room he was headed to.

"yer lucky you're getting your way." he scoffed making his way to his room, not feeling the hassle of accidentally bumping into anyone on your floor. it took him about 2.5 seconds to put you in the same position you were in on the commons couch.

he loved the soft cushion of your chest, built in pillows for all his tired mind could think as far of. "now are you gonna be quiet or am i going to have to smother you with a pillow, brat." he was unique in the way he shows his love towards you, you knew his words had no ill intent behind them but it did make you giggle from his groggy state.

"nono I'm done i swear." you smiled, pushing your head deeper into the pillow that felt like was pre-fluffed just for you. (it was.) "good." he mumbled before closing his eyes and resuming what you had so rudely interrupted. "you're so needy.." you whispered, thinking he was asleep.

"i will suffocate you don't try your luck." he countered which made you laugh before kissing the top of his head. You loved your 'best friend.' ;p

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IMMA NEED MORE OF THT “NoLabelAffection” WITH BAKUGO 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞

No label affection 👅👅

(Sorry for disappearing lol !!)

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“Sukkiii” you groaned in despair opening the door to his room. It was dimly lit with just a candle that you had bought him and whatever light that had fought its way through his black out curtains.

The intoxicating aroma of burning Carmel and alpine brushed your nose and it was heavenly, a perfect mix complementing him and who he was.

“What n/n?” He was sprawled on his bed laying on his stomach, resting his head reading whatever book he had to capture his attention.

He didn’t turn around he just continued to turn the pages of the book, already knowing it was you just by the nickname and the way you said it. You're sweet voice didn't fail to bring the smallest smile to the grumps face

“I’m boreddd.” you dragged out your sentence with a pout. you moped into his room looking around at his unique sense of decoration.

your eyes catching small evidence of you being a big role in his life, justified by the small photos and gifts from you. "Then go bother someone else, I'm busy." he lied, too focused on his book. "cmonn sukii you love when i annoy you." you crawled on top of his back, your arms wrapped around his neck and your face full of blonde fluff.

he didn't kick you off but he did nag. "and what do you think your doing?" he finally put his book down, peering over his shoulder to make eye contact. His red eyes serious but still soft enough to where you could tell he didn't really mind that much. "what do you think I'm doing." you stick your tongue out in a teasing manner, almost curious on what he would do.

"being a nuisance." he flipped his body around so he would be laying on his back, with you sitting on his lower abdomen. "that's so rude." you crossed your arms, pretending that what he said bothered you, but it didn't. you were way to used to his attitude to know he was just messing with you. "Its the truth." he rested his hands on your legs that straddled him, subconsciously drawing small circles with his thumb. "whatever, I'm leaving then." you huffed, but you knew what you were doing. "oh your so dramatic, you made me put my book down your not going anywhere." he rolled his eyes, his once soft grasp on your legs turned into more of a hold. making sure you weren't going to get up. and just like that, you won. this was what you wanted all along. "I'm not dramatic." your hand trailed up from your side to his hold on your leg, it was still strong making sure you didn't leave. he just laughed at you, he's known you for years and the last thing he knows you as was 'dramatic.' "you crack me up ya know that, pff 'I'm not dramatic' HA." he imitated your ironic line you though would slide past him. "yeah you're funny." he said whipping a tear from his eye which made you deepen your pout. "oh my bad, shortcake. your not dramatic.. you're hilarious." He cracked up again, only making you regret your decision of coming over to his dorm. "oh shut up." you punched his chest which only made him laugh harder. You weren't mad, honestly you were content knowing that you were the only one that got to see this side of him. To be his best friend and even be this close to him. it just came at an annoying price. (im so sorry this took so long, i had finals all this week ughh.)

[bakug0uzb1thc]

Could you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE write one were fem reader and bakugo are like childhood best friends and they were caught cuddling while watching a movie in the common room and I'm talking bout face fully in her chest and arms around her waist taking a little nap while she was playing with his hair and trying to focus on the movie and they just don't give a fuck and act like it's normal and chill and everyone's like shocked and telling them that it ain't best friend behavior anyways LOVE YOUR WRITING THANKSSSS

Ehehehe YESS, thank you !! — hope you enjoy :3

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It wasn’t anything new— like at all for you and Katsuki to cuddle. You always did it, from when you were kids and knocked out on eachother during a play date to middle school when you would spend the night after a study date.

Though It wasnt news on your part but for the rest of 1-A it was baffling.

“So then I was like-“ kirishima and Denki were walking together in to the commons when it felt like they walked in on something intimate.

They were both stopped mid step as they saw a knocked out Bakugou on your chest— full face of boob and his arms wrapped around you.

You looked un-phased, too into whatever you were watching and playing with his soft blonde hair to even notice you had company.

They both looked at eachother and Kirishima dragged Denki behind a wall before you could see that they were there to witness the sight. They didn’t say a word but mouthed a full conversation, both freaking out as they threw their hands in the air pointing towards the direction of the couch you were sprawled out on.

“You saw that too right?” Denki whispered trying to look around the corner to support his claim that he did see the great Bakugou cuddling you.

“Yeah. Are they.. together? Are we missing something in thier ‘friendship’” he did air quotes emphasizing the friendship part.

Though before they could ponder on the topic more they heard muffled mumbling between you two.

“Suki you sure you don’t wanna do this in your room? Someone is gonna find us like this.” You said looking around already scared someone had stumbled on you both.

“Big fuckin deal. What’s the worse they can think.” He nuzzled into your chest more seeking more cushion. “That were dating?” You spoke which caused him to chuckle.

“Again n/n big fuckin deal. I’m tired let me sleep woman.” That’s where the conversation ended, but it was too late becuase Kirishima and Denki were already half way up the stairs pushing eachother to tell the rest of the squad what they witnessed.

“Thats not best friend behavior.”

[bakug0uzb1thc]

distractions ｡°✩ k. bakugo

pov ; you're trying to study but ur dramatic clingy boyfriend won't let you

implied fem!reader

you'd been studying for over an hour now, trying to cram in as much information as you could before your big exam tomorrow.

however, your boyfriend had been driving you crazy for just as long. while you were trying to prepare for your finals, he was pacing around, only adding to your nerves.

sigh

"yes, kats?" you groaned out, still writing in your journal.

"what? nothing, sweets." he replied, changing the tv channel, again.

You spun in your rolling chair, facing your beloved boyfriend. "bullshit. you've been pacing and huffing like a drama queen since the minute you got home from patrol. i physically cannot focus anymore. so again, what's wrong?" you watched as katsuki rubbed the back of his neck, staring down at the remote he was fidgeting with. "i just.. miss you." he grumbled.

how could you say no to that face?

you walk over to him and take a seat next to him on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck, peppering kisses along his neck and jaw while he held you by the waist, grumbling about how sappy you are or whatever.

"aww, you love me sooo bad." you teased.

"so what? you're my girlfriend." he mumbled, the rug suddenly becoming extremely entertaining to him.

"come on, i need a break anyways."

you both then spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch watching your favorite movie, that katsuki kept slandering for being "too lovey-dovey," though you swore you saw him smile at the ending.

his left arm is draped around you, as you lay on his chest with your legs curled, fingers curled on his chest as he absently traces circles on your thigh with his thumb.

"I love you, Kats."

"Love you too sweets."

[bakug0uzb1thc]

saw this trend and was like ‘im going to imagine this as Katsuki’ and it hasn’t stopped bouncing between my 2 brain cells. this would NEVER happen in cannon.. but hypothetically. (I’m going to shut up.)

(You and Bakugou are both 2nd years but your younger than him just fyi.)

Katsuki Bakugou x fem! Reader

warning: teen parents, suggestive, cruising, mentions of smut themes.

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It happened by accident, you were being stupid teens and made a mistake and trusted your birth control too much and ended up pregnant.

You were sixteen and petrified— but if you had the option to go back in time you would do it all over again.

Telling Katsuki was more of a ‘what the fuck do we do.’ Conversion then a ‘please don’t leave me.’

Yes you are scared to tell Katsuki but he was your best friend before anything else and you needed him the most.

When you told his parents they laid it out very simply. They were not joyed at the fact their son knocked you up but that was on you both as well as your decision on what to do.

You both agreed to keep the baby, you understood the consequences and responsibility’s of not only getting pregnant and how your parents were gonna ground you like crazy (it didn’t happen it was an empty threat that Mitski once told.) but Also having a baby and how heavy that truly was.

But it all worked out— you gave birth to a healthy baby girl that you named Sumire and it was like a light was turned on.

The first week was rough, having to wake up to crying in the middle of the night, the postpartum phase and the constant lactation.

It was default but that’s what you both signed up for. Happily. And you both got a pretty neat label at UA as the ‘one iconic couple that had a kid.’

Once she was 5 months old it truly hit you that you and Katsuki were teen parents.

“we’re fucking parents.” You were sitting on his bed, back towards his wall holding your daughter in your lap while she played with your fingers babbling to herself.

He put a hand on the back of his seat to turn his body to look at you and his daughter. “yeah it’s not news.” He admired the sight, taking a mental picture of the way you held her.

“How’d that happen?” You said in shock, acting like it just happened.

“had sex and you said ‘oh don’t worry Katsuki I’m on birth control have a field day’” he emphasized the end of his sentence.

“Okay you’re funny. Now do me a favor and take your daughter my thigh is going numb.” You said holding her up for him to hold.

He wanted a girl so bad (would never admit it) but he pumped his fist in the air when he found out the gender.

He got up without a complaint and took the infant from your lap, and held her small hand in his own and kissed her palm, When he did it always made her laugh and he adored it.

He would gets cuteness aggression BAD.

“I’d do it again.” He spoke up between kisses. “Do what again?” You raised a brown in confusion at what he said. “Cum.” He let out devilish chuckle.

“Omg Katsuki.” You covered your flushed face at his wording, pointing at what caused you to end up with a daughter.

“All jokes aside- I’m not complaining. I think it’s tits that I have a mini me.” He chewed her chubby cheek lightly, making her look at you confused but still wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Language.” You poked, acting like you didn’t just curse 5 minutes ago.

“Oh my god! Sumire do you hear your mom. Telling me to watch my language. Get a load of this.” He hugged the baby against his cheek, putting his other hand on her other cheek and squishing her face slightly.

You couldn’t take him seriously. “You’re a jerk.” You said sitting on your knees dragging him down to the bed safely watching as he was holding your daughter securely.

“Jerk you had a kid with.” He laid on your lap, holding Sumire against his chest.

“I’m aware.” You reached down to kiss him on the lips.

It wasn’t planned but it worked out and that’s all that mattered to both of you. The best thing that happed to the two of you was Sumire and she didn’t even know.

(I am convinced I’m unable to write a short fic. Thank you for reading my inner thoughts, this has to be the fic I enjoyed writing the most^_^!!)

[bakug0uzb1thc]

Forgot it was Mother’s Day so I wrote this last minute- Happy Mother’s Day to those who celebrate !!

Aged up! Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader

Fluffy-fluff-fluff-fluff !!!

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“Mama- mama wake up !” 2 blonde headed twins jump on your bed trying to wake you up from your once peaceful slumber.

“W-what.. what happened?” You sat up in bed, hair messed up and droll trickling down the side of your mouth. “What’s wrong babies-“ you asked startled thinking it was an emergency.

“Happy Mother’s Day !!” They both lunged at you, little arms wrapped around your neck and the sound of paper making its way into ur ears. “Oh- thank you my loves, I forgot that was today.” You hugged them both tightly.

“Yeah we did a good job keeping it a secret huh mama?” Katsuna, your 6 year old little girl practically glowed. “Mhm, we made you drawings in class!” Tsuyo, your son added on, showing his drawing.

They both made family portraits with thier own unique style. Katsuna’s was more scribbles and tsuyo’s was more bold but you cherished both the same.

“You both are so sweet, I love it so much.” You kissed them both on the head but something was missing. “Where’s your-“ as if on que Katsuki walks in, holding a tray full of pancakes, eggs, a little cake and a full bouquet of all your favorite flowers.

This is why you have 2 kids with him and one on the way. 

“Suki-“ your heart swelled. “Happy Mother’s Day ma.” His eyes softened as he put the tray down on your night stand and gifted you the bunch of flowers.

He leaned over the two and kissed your forehead, ruffling the twins matching hair as he did so.

“You planned all this for me?” You look between the 3 with watery eyes. “of course mama! Da came up with the idea.” Katsuna spoke, ratting her father out.

“You’re all so good to me, I love you all.” You laid the flowers carefully on the bed and wrapped your arms around the 3, smothering them in kisses. “I’m so grateful and lucky to have you guys, you have no idea.”

A surge of joy filled you, yes you have had great Mother’s Day’s every year but becuase they stayed so quiet about it this year you didn’t really expect them to celebrate it but they went so far out of their way it’s embarrassing you didn’t notice.

“Happy Mother’s Day ma.” Katsuki whispered in your ear, slowly rubbing your swollen belly.

Best Mother’s Day ever.

( I would die for domestic Katsuki I needddddd himmmmughhhhh)

[bakug0uzb1thc]

Heavy sobbing. 😭😭

Happy Mother's Day to her!

[bakug0uzb1thc]

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! reader

Suggestive !!

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This photo just gives off Katsuki- idk he likes that you guys are on a certain level of comfort in your relationship where he can touch you wherever and you don’t protest his actions or shy away from him.

This might be a bit ooc but he loves giving subtle touches, he thinks he’s so slick when he lightly grabs your waist when he reaches over you to grab something from a shelf or when he kisses you and takes a nice whiff of your scent .

But when he’s being bold, he knows it’s obvious when he gropes you. (Completely consensual!!!!)

He’s so nonchalant about it and it genuinely gets you going when he acts like it’s a normal thing (it is with you guys but you get what I’m saying.)

Most of the time it’s not even in a sexual way, he just likes touching you.

Doesn’t matter if he’s holding your hand or man handling your ass from the back he can’t not touch you.

You asked him one time if he was a ‘ass or tits guy’ and he just scoffed. he said “stupid ass question.” The only reason he said that was because he genuinely can’t choose, if he can have a hand on your thigh, ass or tits he’s happy.

“Mhh.. cakes..” he mumbled into your neck breathing in your sweet scent .

You were sat in his lap back against his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. His head burried in your neck and his hot breath making the hairs on your neck stick up.

You both were supposed to be watching a movie but it just turned into you watching.

It was past his bedtime which made you roll your eyes— he’s a whole 17 year old with a bed time.

“Shhh the movie is getting good.” You didn’t care that he was literally attached to you, you just wanted to watch the movie.

“Nah. Freedom of speech.” He rubbed his nose against your skin, the feeling giving you shivers.

His hands once wrapped around you slowly crept its way up your shirt— and lucky for him you weren’t wearing a bra.

Just like that your shirt was crumpled on your chest and his hands filled with the meat of your boobs. Your top half completely exposed.

“You’re no better than mineta..” you sighed as he quite literally squished the plush skin of your boobs. Not one or two shy squishes, no this man was using your boobs as stress balls.

“Don’t care, yer fuckin soft. I live for this shit.” he continued his kneading, his head drowsy as he tried to fight the sleep that loomed over him.

“Pshh okay Kats, whatever makes you happy.” You giggled leaning more into his touch.

You would kill for soft Bakugou and it wasn’t even funny (he’d do the same.)

(I wrote this 4 TIMES FOR IT NOT TO SAVE, TUMBLR WTH.)

[bakug0uzb1thc]

NSFW Drabble ;>

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Everytime you and Katsuki try and record you guys having sex.. it doesn’t really work. You guys have tried numbers of times to record but The phone either ends up getting thrown to the side or comes out extremely shaky and nothing is visible.

You guys were able to get a video of Katsuki eating you out but it started to get tiring watching the same thing over and over again.

At that point you both had memorized every moan, every twitch and every move. It was getting old so you both agreed to try again.

“Mmh- suki lower the phone.” you said biting your lip reaching out for his black wife beater.

You wrapped your legs around his hips as he stood over you.

“M’bad baby- fuck” he said lowering his phone, his movements slow and sensual. The camera facing your lower abdomen, showing how his dick vanished with every thrust.

His eyes were glued to his phone, his teeth sunken deep into his bottom lip and his calloused hands were still rubbing and gripping at your thighs.

You weren’t sure where to look. Your gaze was between the Photo Booth photo’s of you two, that was perfectly placed in the back of his phone case and back up to his concentrated expression.

“This is impossible..” he groaned frustrated trying his absolute hardest not to throw the phone to the side and fuck you properly.

“Can we-mh positions?” You asked sweetly, your hands still holding tight to his tank top.

He nodded, putting the phone down grabbing your hips and flipping you over to your stomach.

“Ma wait” he said before you laid your hips down. He said reaching over to grab a pillow; his pillow. “Lift yer ass f’me.” He said for really no reason because he ended up wrapping his arm around your lower stomach and placing the pillow under your hips.

That’s when you knew he was taking this serious.

He picked the phone back up, rubbing himself with your juices to lube himself and then alining himself.

“Fuck..” he muttered gripping your ass, the meaty flesh fitting perfect between his hand.

He started slow before going on the same pace as before. This new position giving you a new found pleasure, he was hitting perfectly where you wanted.

“Yah baby- fuck, this what you wanted?” His once slow caring movements turned into a more fast deliberate pace.

“Kats- s-low down the vid- fuckk” you tried your best to delay his assaults for the videos sake but it was too late.

“Fuck the dumbass video, stupid ass idea.” He said throwing his phone to the side, not even caring to press stop on the video.

“What’s the Need for a video when it’s so ‘much better in real life.” He groaned through his teeth hitting your cervix just right.

All you could do was moan into the sheets as a reply, but you wouldn’t be caught dead telling him to stop.

Sex taps were overrated.

That’s how that idea got scrapped, eh there’s always next time ;3