chaeuvy

[chaeuvy]

Short reminder that im your sweet, lovely, amazing girlfriend 😋<3

k so when u coming over baby? I miss u

[chaeuvy]

You okay over there ⁉️😰

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ TALKS

I AM, I’m not that sick anymore but I work so much omg?? I should be on summer break but my ass decided to take a summer job to work with kids. So I get up early and come home learn I PROMISE ILL UPDATE SOON EVERYTHING I WORTE YALL GONNA DIE FROM HAPPINESS.

[chaeuvy]

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐁𝐈𝐆! 𝐁𝐈𝐆!! 𝐁𝐈𝐆 2!!! ⎯ 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

summary: you thought in this position it’s gonna be easier, but nagi‘s still so big and messy! — he’s just big, sleepy, and too comfortable inside you to stop.

warnings: nsfw, clueless!freak!nagi, fem!reader, Size difference, Lazy sex, Size kink, Overstimulation, Breeding kink (implied), Unintentional dominance, Sleepy sex vibes, Mentions of body weight, Wet/messy, manhandling.

wc: 0.5k

a/n: guess who’s back?

You’re already trembling by the time he pushes in — slow, like he always is, like he has no idea what he’s doing to you.

Doggy was your idea. You thought it’d help. Thought the angle might make it easier to take him. But with Nagi, there’s no such thing as easy.

“Feels tight,” he murmurs, lazy and curious. One hand rests heavy on your lower back, the other gripping your hip like an anchor. “Did I stretch you enough?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a gasped whimper as his cock pushes deeper. You’re soaking wet, already messy and slick from the last round, but your body still struggles to take all of him — thick, long, too much in every possible way.

“Still not all the way in,” he mutters, mostly to himself, like he’s mildly confused.

“Nagi, wait—” You try to push back against him, but it’s no use. His weight pins you down, his body folded over yours now, chest brushing your spine as he leans closer.

“You can take it,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades like it’s comfort. “You always do.”

And then he pushes fully inside you.

The sound you make is broken — part sob, part moan, part desperate need. Your hands clutch the sheets as your body stretches around him, clenching reflexively. His cock pulses deep inside you, snug and hot, and Nagi just sighs like he’s drifting off to sleep.

“So warm…”

He starts to move in slow, deep thrusts that hit exactly where you need them, even if he doesn’t seem to be aiming for anything in particular. Every time his hips slap into your ass, slick drips down your thighs.

“Messy again,” he mumbles, pulling out partway only to thrust back in with a wet squelch. “Gonna need a towel…”

“You think—” You gasp, barely able to speak. “—you could’ve lasted five minutes without making a mess?”

“Mm… probably not.” His voice is muffled now, face buried in the crook of your neck. “Feels too good.”

He doesn’t speed up. He doesn’t need to. He just keeps thrusting lazily, steadily, filling you with every inch like it’s nothing — like you’re meant to take him. You’re trembling underneath him, thighs shaking, arms limp from trying to hold yourself up.

“’m gonna cum again,” he says, and it’s so nonchalant, so casual it almost sounds like he’s asking if you want a snack.

You barely get out a breathless “Inside—just cum inside—” before he does, hips stuttering as he buries himself to the hilt.

Warmth floods you. Again. Deep and heavy and endless.

He stays there, still sheathed inside you, twitching gently as he presses another lazy kiss to your shoulder. He’s not pulling out.

And gods, he’s still hard.

“Let’s stay like this,” he mumbles, already half-asleep. “You feel good.”

Too big. Too full. Too messy.

But you don’t say no.

← BLLK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. i guess that’s a good start for my little break?!

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[chaeuvy]

Hi! I just want to say that your writing is amazing! Love the way you write every character, absolutely adore your wind breaker works i cannot wait to request something from you 🤍🤍 thank you for sharing your works on this platform!! ✨ ps i looove your blog theme 🙂‍↕️

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ TALKS

Stopp thank you so much for your kind words, I’m glad you like my works ❤️‍🩹 I’ll be so happy if you request something since I’m addicted to getting requests 😋 I’m also glad I started to post on tumblr since I was a Wattpad girly no long ago ><

[chaeuvy]

Hope for your get well soon! just wanna drop this message to appreciate and loved your Ume smut hes so slow and gentle about it definitely a MAN, a green flag MAN 😩😩😩😔😔💓💓💓 if ever theres more i hope you dont mind me sending more ideas Reader's discovering new kinks (but first you recover and rest well dont rush okay??) Xoxo 💖💖💖😺

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ TALKS

nooo I love getting request so gladly send them!! Thank so so much for your kind words ❤️‍🩹 and yes he’s such a green flag!! I’ll rest don’t worry, but I’ll soon post again!!

[chaeuvy]

Heyyy, I just wanted to say.I love your page and everything you write! I hope you feel better soon. Drink some tea and stay hydrated!

- a friendly anonymous:)

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ TALKS

Im getting better ❤️‍🩹!! Thank you so much for your kind words ❤️‍🩹

[chaeuvy]

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ TALKS

hi guys, I know I promised to post this weekend, but I’m deadass sick asf. I got a few things ready to post, I just need to put it on tumblr and Make it pretty but honestly I just don’t have energy to do that. 😭 I honestly hope I’ll get better soon to post again but I’m just so tired all the time I HATE HABING A COLD ITS SO ANNOYINGGGGG !! y’all will know when I’m better cuz then there will be much to read on my page!!! <3

[chaeuvy]

Hey pooks... In your masterlist I went back to read the fingering us dumb for wbk and did that post get taken down? Cause when I click the link to it Tumblr says it's been flagged for sexually explicit content or something like that and won't let me access it😭

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ TALKS

bro I just saw it and it did got taken down, I hope tumblr‘s gonna re upload it, cuz I don’t know if I still have the post in my nots :( —- it’s gonna be a big upload weekend anyway, I didn’t post the whole week but I did write a lot !

[chaeuvy]

hi!!!! i love ur works sm esp the nsfw wbk hcs...i was about to send a nsfw sakura request but id like to suggest an idea,,,any thoughts/hcs about sakura who became a widower after losing his wife (the reader)....but the good part is, theyve grown old together now and raised their kid together until they graduated so basically sakura and reader lived long together enough but despite in old age, sakura still misses his wife and yearns to die with her rather than one of them dying first...sorry for the angst lol..this can be taken as hurt/comfort too since sakura has overcome his grief stages thanks to his friends and his kid who takes care of him now but still yearns for his wife.

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ REQUESTS ᢉ𐭩

aaaaannnddd HERE! I know you just wanted some headcanons but I kinda got carried away… I just loved the idea of the new furin kids visiting that old grumpy man 😔

[chaeuvy]

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ⎯ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀

summary: sixty years have passed since the old furin days, and sakura haruka — now a quiet, silver-haired widower — lives on in a world without his wife. the two of you raised a daughter together, lived long and full lives, but now that she’s gone… all he can do is remember. grief may have softened with time, but the ache of her absence remains. and when the new furin kids come to visit — especially kenji, the boy you both once took in — he tells them stories of love, of fights, of fire, and the woman he’ll wait for until his last breath.

warnings: grief, widower!sakura, post-loss comfort, angst, implied death of spouse (reader), emotional hurt/comfort, themes of memory and legacy, soft family dynamics, father-daughter bond, mentions of old age, bittersweet nostalgia, implied spiritual reunion, background OC (kenji)

wc: 1.9k words.

˗ˏˋ ꩜ HEADCANONS ˚｡ ꒱

୨୧ When you passed away, Haruka didn’t cry in front of anyone. But your daughter heard him in the middle of the night, whispering your name through shaky breaths. That was the first time she realized just how much her father had leaned on you.

୨୧ He didn’t want to eat at first. It was your daughter — calm but firm, just like you — who pulled him back to his feet. “Mom wouldn’t want you skipping your damn meals,” she told him, her eyes wet but steady.

୨୧ She has his hair — thick, white and black, stubborn in every way — but every time she brushes it in the mirror, he swears she does it exactly like you used to.

୨୧ When she graduated — the both of you were there. You and Haruka were so proud, taking a family photo under the cherry blossoms. It’s framed on his nightstand now. He stares at it every morning like it’s a sunrise.

୨୧ Your favorite scarf still hangs by the door. Your slippers still under the bed. When their daughter moved out, she begged him to pack it up — but he couldn’t. Not because he’s stuck in the past, but because you’re still part of this home.

୨୧ He tells your daughter all the stories she was too young to remember — the first time you met, the time you slapped him with a rolled-up magazine, the first time you kissed, the first time he said “I love you” and meant it.

୨୧ When Kenji or the Furin kids come by, Haruka always mentions how you were the one who made the house a home. How you were the one who insisted they take in that scrawny boy with sad eyes — Kenji — because “he reminded you of him.”

୨୧ “She had this glare,” he tells them, smiling into the distance. “Could stop a fight with just her eyes.”

୨୧ He’ll wake up sometimes thinking he heard your voice — calling him from the kitchen or humming. It always leaves him in silence for a while after.

୨୧ He visits your grave — or your favorite place — every year with your daughter. They don’t say much. Just sit together, your favorite flowers in hand, and remember you in shared silence.

୨୧ He always tells your daughter; “You’re just like your mom, you know.” ⋆ “You’ve got my hair, but that fire in you? That’s hers.” ⋆ “She’d be so proud of you. I am, too.” ⋆ “Don’t wait like I did. If you love someone, don’t be a coward. Your mom had to tell me first, and I’ll regret that ‘til the day I join her.”

୨୧ He’s made peace with the world. He’s proud of your daughter. He’s grateful for the family you built. But he’s tired.

୨୧ He doesn’t want to leave her yet — but he yearns for the day he gets to see you again. To hold your hand, and finally rest.

୨୧ He keeps that promise he whispered to you: to live until their daughter no longer needs him.

୨୧ But every night, he tells you softly in the quiet: “Soon. I’ll be there soon. Just a little longer. She’s still got more to see.”

˗ˏˋ ꩜ OLDMAN ˚｡ ꒱

The old Furin gates creaked louder than they used to.

Kenji shouldered it open with ease, a breeze catching his school jacket. Behind him trailed a few younger members — Ichiro, Ren, and Kaoru — still buzzing from their last training session. The afternoon sun bathed the empty yard in gold, and the old man waiting on the bench turned toward them with a soft, familiar smile.

“Oi, Haruka-san!” Kenji called, waving.

The silver-haired man raised his hand in return, joints slow but certain. Sakura Haruka still held himself with a fighter’s posture — spine straight, chin up — though time had softened the lines around his eyes and left his knuckles less calloused, more tremorous.

“You’re late,” Haruka said, voice like gravel and wind. “I could’ve died in the last ten minutes.”

“C’mon,” Kenji laughed, plopping beside him. “You’ve said that for ten years. You’re too stubborn to die.”

“I was stubborn because of her,” Haruka murmured.

Silence curled between them like smoke.

The boys sat around him, cross-legged in the sun. They liked listening to Haruka’s stories — not the ones in history books, but the ones about real people. Real pain. Real grit. Real love.

“How was she today?” Ren asked quietly.

Haruka’s smile softened, faraway. “She visited in the morning. Not really her, of course. Just… memories. The way the wind smelled like the first summer we watched fireworks. How she used to hum under her breath when she cleaned the house, even when I said it was annoying.” His hand trembled as he reached for the edge of his coat, where a small, frayed photo was tucked into the inside pocket. He unfolded it like a sacred ritual.

It was faded — almost sun-bleached — but the warmth in it still radiated clearly: Haruka and his wife, standing in the Furin yard, arms wrapped around a small child grinning with all their teeth.

“She made me better,” Haruka whispered. “Tamed a wild dog. She gave me a home. A real one.”

Ichiro, the youngest of them, tilted his head. “Did you two ever fight?”

Haruka laughed, soft and raspy. “All the time. I was loud. She was louder. She had this look — the one where her whole eyebrow twitched like she was gonna throw a shoe at me.”

The boys chuckled.

“But we always made up. Never let the night end angry. I promised her that when we first moved in together.” His eyes glistened, and Kenji noticed. He reached over and offered Haruka the thermos they’d brought — warm tea with too much honey, just how he liked it.

“Thanks, boy,” Haruka said, patting his hand. “You still got my eyes.”

Kenji gave a sheepish grin. “Yeah, and your stubborn streak.”

“You sure do,” Haruka muttered fondly, taking a sip.

They sat in silence for a while, letting the breeze move through them. Beyond the walls, distant shouts of laughter from the newer recruits echoed faintly.

“You know,” Haruka began, staring ahead, “when she passed… it was quiet. Peaceful. I held her hand. We were both old and worn down, but she smiled at me. Told me not to cry.”

His throat caught.

“I still did. After all those years — after everything we survived — I still cried like a damn child.”

The boys listened with reverent quiet.

“But she told me,” he continued, “that I had to keep living. For our kid. For the ones we raised. For idiots like you.” He elbowed Kenji gently.

Kenji gave a tight smile. “You did, Haruka-san. You kept going. You gave me a place when no one else did.”

Haruka turned to him, eyes wet. “You reminded me of myself. Angry. Hurt. Alone. She told me to help you. Said it’d heal something in me too. And it did.”

Kenji dropped his gaze. “You healed something in me, too.”

More silence. But it wasn’t empty. It was full of old memories, of invisible threads that still tied them all together.

“She used to sit right there,” Haruka said suddenly, pointing to the other end of the bench. “Back when we used to walk here every Sunday. She’d bring melon bread, and we’d complain about the heat, and she’d tease me for being a grump.”

He exhaled slowly.

“I still talk to her sometimes. Out loud. People probably think I’ve gone mad.”

“You haven’t,” Ren said firmly. “You’re just remembering.”

Haruka chuckled. “Yeah. Remembering. That’s all I’ve got left of her.”

“No,” Kenji said quietly. “You’ve got all of us, too. We’re here because of you… and her.”

Haruka’s eyes softened, and his shoulders slumped a little, as if allowing himself to rest.

“She wanted me to live on without her,” he murmured. “But I still hope — maybe in some next life, we’ll meet again. And this time, we won’t grow old. We’ll just stay… together.”

Ichiro fidgeted. “Do you think she’s watching over you?”

Haruka looked at the sky, clouds drifting lazily.

“I know she is. That’s why I keep my damn hair brushed.”

They laughed again, and Haruka leaned back against the bench, listening to their voices — younger, brighter, full of life. It reminded him of the old Furin days, of hot summers and bruised knuckles and arms around shoulders after a hard win.

“She was the best part of my life,” he whispered as his eyes fluttered closed, letting the sun warm his worn skin. “But all of you… you’re the proof that she never really left.”

And as the wind rustled the leaves around them, a few cherry blossoms — out of season — drifted from the nearby tree. Just a few. Just enough to feel like a sign.

Kenji smiled quietly.

“She’s still with you, Haruka-san.”

Haruka didn’t reply. He didn’t need to.

← WBK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. ngl I loved this.

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[chaeuvy]

OMGGG I swear I was only looking for wbk fics 🥀🥀 IT GOT ME STALKING YOU😭 HELLO??? Your writing is so good lol don’t mind me I’m trying to see what else you’re cooking

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ TALKS ᢉ𐭩

I literally love you. Thank you for your kind words, sweets !! I guess couldn’t possibly still be a shitty writer if I write since over 6 years… anyway. Keep stalking me babes — I’m into that <3

[chaeuvy]

once u r famous (you already are famous) don’t forget about shin and me and wattpad ☹️💔

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ TALKS ᢉ𐭩

I WOULD NEVER!! also wdym im famous… but even more wdym I have almost 1k followers??? (chae x reader as my 1k special? LMFAO) I literally stared tumblr bc of you — and hopefully I’ll update my Wattpad soon…, oh and I couldn’t forget shinny we have sesbian lex everyday <3

[chaeuvy]

YAYY I JS SAW MY REQUEST IN THE QUEUE AND IM SO EXCITED IT SOUND SO GOOD 😋😋

TAKE YOUR TIME AND REMEMBER TO TAKE TIME FOR YOURSELF AND REST 🙏

-🐥

HIHI, I love making people happy by posting sm — that’s why I can’t close my requests cuz I just love getting them 😭, DW I DO REST and I’m taking care of myself !! <3 thank you sweets!!

[chaeuvy]

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄! ⎯ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊���

summary: Bakugo making his girlfriend completely unravel beneath him — when her trembling, overstimulated body can’t take another second, and he’s the one making sure she does.

warnings: nsfw, fem!reader, Vibrator Use (m→f), Overstimulation, Power Dynamics, Soft Dom Bakugo, Rough but caring, Begging, Reader losing control, Praise Kink, Intensity, Slight Degradation, Possessiveness, Mentions of bodily fluids, Bakugo being mean on purpose but attentive under it all.

wc: 0.2k words.

request: „Hii!! Can you make !Katsuki x reader, overstimulation with a vibrator.“

“Hold still.”

His voice is low, commanding — the kind that vibrates down your spine like a warning and a promise all in one. Katsuki’s crimson eyes lock onto yours, sharp and intense, never missing a twitch of your body as you writhe beneath him. One of his hands pins your wrists above your head, firm but never cruel. His thumb brushes slowly over your pulse, grounding you, reminding you that even in control, he’s still careful. Still yours.

The vibrator between your thighs hums steadily, maddeningly — not enough to tip you over, not anymore. Not after how many times he’s already dragged you to the edge, only to pull you back with that frustrating precision he seems to enjoy too damn much.

“You look good like this,” he mutters, his voice hot against your jaw. “All flushed and trembling… beggin’ without sayin’ a damn word.”

A desperate sound slips from your lips as your hips lift, chasing friction. His smirk is wicked — smug, a little cruel, but there’s heat in his eyes. And something softer, just beneath it. His fingers slide through your hair, tender even when everything else is not.

“I said hold still.“

The rhythm of the toy changes again — pulsing, intense. Your legs twitch uncontrollably. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me.”

His voice snaps you back, sharp and possessive. You force your gaze up to his, and the moment your eyes meet, something in his expression darkens.

“That’s it,” he growls. “You’re not tappin’ out now, princess. Not ‘til I say so.”

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading..

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[chaeuvy]

Hii!! Can you make !Katsuki x reader, overstimulation with a vibrator.

If its not your cup of tea its alr!!

⸝⸝ ＃┆ CHAE ⎯ REQUESTS ᢉ𐭩

aaaaannnddd HERE! is you’re katsuki bakugo smut <3 I’m sorry it took me a while to get to write this — and it just got to be a drabble but i thought it fits!

[chaeuvy]

Hi!

Wanna request something, I've been thinking about it with, Umemiya Hajime, Kanji Nakamura, Suo Hayato, and Sakura Haruka, about them finding out, your innocent face was just a facade, and it actually quite dirty behind the scenes.

Like, in a hidden way, Y/n would observe them, their movements, their way of speaking in a serious tone, how they act serious etc,. and Y/n, being dirty minded with an innocent face, would daydream and just imagine the things they would do to her.

One day, Y/n got caught, now that depends on you, scenarios on how she got caught and all.

Thanks! <3 ~~

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⎯ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑

summary: how the Wind Breaker boys react — to finding out their seemingly sweet, innocent girlfriend has a filthy little mind. From unexpected confessions to getting caught reading smut, they each realize: her angelic face hides way more than they thought. And the moment they catch her slipping? Things will never be the same again.

warnings: suggestive content, fem!reader, dirty thoughts, smut mention (non-explicit), embarrassment, flustered reactions, fanfiction/smut reading (Umemiya, Kanji), voyeuristic thoughts (Suo, Sakura), mention of fighting (Suo, Sakura), teasing, shy/flustered boys, reader being not-so-innocent, Light swearing, heavily implied sexual attraction.

characters: suo hayato, sakura haruka, umemiya hajime, kanji nakamura.

wc: 1.2k words.

request: BRO THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE.

˗ˏˋ 𝜗ৎ SUO HAYATO ˚｡ ꒱

You didn’t expect your little date with Suo to turn into a street fight.

One second, you’re walking beside him, sipping a convenience store drink and listening to his quiet, steady voice. The next, a group of guys come out of nowhere, eyes locked on Suo like they’ve been waiting. You barely register it before Suo’s arm pushes you gently behind him, his expression unchanging, but his stance immediately tense.

“Stay back,” he mutters without looking at you.

And then he moves.

You don’t listen. Of course you don’t. You stand there, eyes glued to him, heart racing for a completely different reason.

The way he fights — it’s precise, efficient, almost beautiful. Every punch lands clean, every dodge is fluid. His shirt rides up slightly when he jumps back, exposing just a bit of toned stomach. His jaw clenches. That focused look in his eyes…

You bite your lip, completely forgetting the chaos around you.

“Oh my god…” you whisper, half to yourself. “He looks so hot right now… I just wanna grab him and—”

“You want to what?”

You freeze.

Slowly, you look up. The fight is over. Suo stands there, a few feet away, hands at his sides, eyes fixed directly on you. Calm. Too calm.

“You heard that?” you ask, voice cracking.

He nods once. “Word for word.”

You feel your entire body burn. But instead of laughing it off, Suo steps closer, eyes narrowing just slightly.

“…So that’s what you’re really thinking about behind that face,” he says, voice low. “Hmph.”

He leans in, just a bit.

“You should be careful. Saying things like that might get you exactly what you’re asking for.”

˗ˏˋ 𝜗ৎ SAKURA HARUKA ˚｡ ꒱

You and Haruka had planned a simple afternoon together — quiet, sweet, just the way he liked it. A little café tucked behind the station, some soft music, his hand barely brushing yours as you walked beside him.

And then trouble showed up.

A pair of guys clearly recognized him — probably trouble from his Furin reputation. Haruka tried to avoid it, to walk past them without conflict… but it didn’t work. The tension snapped fast, and in an instant, he stepped forward to defend you.

“I’ll handle it. Don’t worry,” he said with that calm, almost too-gentle tone.

But the moment he started fighting, everything changed.

You watched him — really watched him. The grace in how he moved, the sharpness in his eyes when he was focused. His sleeves rolled slightly, revealing toned forearms. His shirt clung to his frame when he moved too fast. He ducked, struck, spun — and for someone so quiet, he moved like lightning.

You felt your cheeks grow warm. And then it just… slipped out.

“Ugh… he’s so hot when he’s serious like that… I wanna pull him into the alley and just—”

“…Wait. What?”

Your stomach dropped.

Haruka turned to you, eyes wide, cheeks a deep shade of red. The fight was over, but now you were in danger — of dying from embarrassment.

“You—did you just say—?!”

“I… may have.”

His hand flew to his face. “You look so innocent! How can you imagine that?!”

You laughed nervously, trying to play it off, but he was spiraling.

“I-I didn’t think you even knew about things like that—!”

“…You okay, Sakura?”

He nodded quickly, still flushed. “Y-Yes. I’m fine. I just… need a moment to recover.”

˗ˏˋ 𝜗ৎ UMEMIYA HAJIME ˚｡ ꒱

You were waiting in one of Furin’s classrooms, legs swung over the side of a desk, while Hajime finished up some student council-ish leader duties. Paperwork, talking to teachers, giving orders to the younger guys. You didn’t mind. You liked watching him do his thing — passionate, loud, kind of ridiculous in how serious he could be about stuff that involved protecting others.

But man, he was taking forever.

So you did what anyone would do.

You pulled out your phone… and opened that one story you’d been hooked on lately. A very graphic one. Complete with all the good stuff — messy, heated scenes, a possessive male lead, way too many shirtless descriptions.

You were reading in peace, earbuds in, completely zoned out, when suddenly—

“Yooo, thanks for waiting— huh? What’s that face?”

You jumped, nearly throwing your phone across the room.

“N-Nothing!”

He squinted at you. “You’re blushing. What were you reading?”

“I-it’s not important!”

Too late. Hajime snatched your phone with a grin, raising a brow. “Don’t tell me you were reading—”

He paused.

His eyes scanned the screen. And widened. His jaw dropped.

“Wait. Wait. THIS is what you’re into?!”

“Hajime—give it back!!”

He took a step back dramatically, still staring at the screen. “bro. What is this?! This guy’s got the girl pinned against a wall in chapter THREE??!”

You lunged for the phone, face burning. “I said give it back!!”

He finally returned it, hands up. “Okay okay! Damn! I just didn’t expect you of all people to be into that stuff!”

Then he blinked, tilting his head.

“…You were imagining me doing that, weren’t you.”

You said nothing.

“…Oh my god you were.”

He covered his face, then peeked at you with the most flustered grin.

“Damn. You’re wilder than I thought, angel face.”

˗ˏˋ 𝜗ৎ KANJI NAKAMURA ˚｡ ꒱

You were lying on your stomach across the couch in Kanji’s living room — waiting for him to finish one of his naps. It had become a regular thing: you hang out, he drifts off halfway through the conversation, you wait patiently, scrolling on your phone while he dozes with a hoodie pulled halfway over his face.

But this time? You weren’t just scrolling aimlessly.

You were knee-deep in a spicy, very explicit fanfic.

It wasn’t even about anyone specific, but your brain — bless its creative little corners — was happily replacing every vague “tall, broad-shouldered man” description with Kanji himself. His lazy drawl. The way his sleeves were always rolled up. That deep, gravelly voice when he was still half-asleep—

“…So this is what you do when I’m asleep.”

Your soul left your body.

You looked up to find him watching you with one eye open, head still resting on his arm, voice slow and rough from sleep.

“I wasn’t— I mean— it’s not what it looks like!”

He sighed and reached for your phone. You weren’t fast enough. He scanned the screen without moving from his position.

“…‘She gasped as he grabbed her wrists and growled against her neck—’”

“KANJI STOP—”

He blinked at you. “Huh.”

Then a pause.

“Damn. You were imagining me, weren’t you.”

Your face went red instantly. “No! Maybe. Shut up!”

He chuckled — a quiet, lazy little sound that made it worse.

“You’ve got the most innocent face I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, tossing your phone back. “And a brain straight out of a 3 a.m. fanfiction tag.”

You buried your face in a cushion.

“…Honestly kinda flattered,” he added casually, smirking. “Didn’t know I was literally your type.”

← WBK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. this was way too hard.. also first time writing kanji !!

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[chaeuvy]

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓! ⎯ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

summary: It’s your first time with Bakugou Katsuki—nervous, soft, and full of emotion. In the quiet of his dorm, he sinks into you for the first time, overwhelmed by how deeply he feels everything.

warnings: virgin!Bakugou, virgin!reader, first time sex, soft boy!Bakugou, emotional intimacy, overstimulation, crying a little, lots of talking during, gentle thrusts, praise, mutual love and consent, fluff with heated tension, Katsuki moaning, hand-holding (emotionally and literally), vulnerable!Bakugou, slight language.

wc: 0.4k words.

request: -🦈 !! „bakugou and his pretty little girlfriend losing their virginities to each other… yes…“

Your legs are around his hips, thighs trembling, breath shallow. Katsuki hovers over you, one hand cradling your cheek, the other clutching the sheets like if he lets go, he might lose control.

His forehead presses against yours. His voice is low, barely more than a breath.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you whisper, and you mean it. “I want you. Like this. With you.”

You feel him nod, just once. His lips brush your cheekbone, your temple, then your lips—soft, slow, reverent.

Then he lines himself up, and his hips press forward, just an inch.

And his breath shatters.

“Fuck—” he gasps, voice cracking. “Oh my god…”

He stills. His body is shaking—shoulders tense, jaw clenched like he’s holding something back. His face is flushed and so vulnerable it makes your chest ache.

“You okay?” you whisper, stroking his hair.

He nods, but his eyes squeeze shut as he sinks in just a little deeper. “I-I’m okay. It’s just—shit, baby, you feel so good. Too good. I’m not ready for how good this feels…”

You whimper, the stretch pushing tears to the corners of your eyes, but it’s not bad. It’s intense. Deep. Real.

“You can move,” you tell him softly. “Go slow, okay?”

He lets out a shaky exhale and moves again—just a little—and your body pulls him deeper. He groans. A sweet, helpless sound that he’s too far gone to hide.

“Shit, shit, shit… I’m inside you,” he whispers, like he can’t even believe it. “I’m really inside you. You’re… fuck, you’re takin’ me so well…”

You cup his face and kiss him, slow and open-mouthed. His hips move instinctively, and finally—finally—he sinks all the way in. Pressed flush to you, chest to chest, completely one.

Katsuki breaks.

His head drops into the crook of your neck, voice wrecked and trembling. “I can’t believe it’s you. That it’s us. I’m inside you and it’s you—fuck, baby, you’re perfect. So warm, so soft…”

You tighten your arms around him. “I love you.”

A choked sound escapes him. He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes glassy.

“I love you too,” he says, like it’s a promise. “So much it’s killing me. You feel like—like home.”

His hips roll, slow, careful, and you both gasp at the feeling.

“I could stay here forever,” he murmurs. “Just like this. Inside you. With you.”

You kiss him again, and again, and again. His thrusts are slow, tender, every motion full of love he doesn’t know how to say except like this—with whispered curses and soft moans and “God, baby,” and “You’re mine,” and “Don’t let go.”

He stays buried in you, forehead pressed to yours, whispering many, many „I love you“‘s.

← MHA ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. am i obsessed with katsuki?

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