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also i think gojo is the one to suggest fwb because he thinks it will be safer and easier to cut ties if he has to and thinks it will prevent either of you from getting attached but he's never been normal about anything in his life ever

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tw ! dubcon + free use.

there is just something so crazy about kirishima and free use…

…him being able to lift you up and down on his cock whenever he wants because he’s impatient. going from coaxing you into riding him in the middle of his agency after a shift to grabbing your hips and controlling their pace cause he thinks you’re going too slow, you’re too shy, you’re not taking enough of him at once. he doesn’t take over because you’re tired.

its because eijirou kirishima is used to getting everything he wants with just a sweet smile or a lazy grin. he always, always has his wishes come true.

he doesn’t care that you’re fucked out and slumped, arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders while he pumps you full of another load. the third load. you can take it. he’ll make you take it. the base of kirishima’s girthy, meaty cock is coated in a thick layer of cream — the result of your stringy release foaming around him with each thrust. it slings between your bodies, smears over your clit every time your bodies connect and you cry out because you’re so overstimulated and kirishima won’t stop using you.

his pretty baby, his perfect fuckdoll. if you needed him to stop, you’d tell him. but your brain fizzles with such an intense level of desire that all you can do is wail and whine as the man uses all of his strength to plunge deep into your pulsating walls — making sure whatever he has to give you, sticks.

kirishima wants you messy wherever possible, whenever possible. even if he has to do all of the hard work himself, even if it makes you cry from those angel eyes as they blink up at him weakly, even if he has to coo a little praise into your ear “that’s it sweet thing, just a little more f’me. let it all out, cover me in it. s’pretty,” just to get you to cum and clench around him, milk his heavy cock until there’s nothing left.

and you’ll let him do it all, because eijirou’s got you trained to adore being used by him — it’s written all over your dopey face and in the hearts that sparkle in your teary eyes <3

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glory hole where different kinds of monsters come through to fuck your mouth and you have to guess what creature it was based just on their dick and their cum, if you get it wrong uh oh! that's another hour you have to work the hole. At first, you're getting them wrong on purpose so you can spend more time sucking dick but at some point, you're too fucked out to even speak let alone guess. you might just be trapped here forever.

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unckuna

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thinking about how rarely gojo asks for what he wants he simply just hints and teases and smiles surreptitiously and chuckles until you finally give in because you always know what he’s doing

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you know its wrong. he knows its wrong. but its something about the wrongness of it all, the sneaking around, the secrets, the pleasure, that makes it all so worth it.

"Nurse, would you mind staying late again today? I'm going to need your help with pushing these records through to Kyoto." Doctor Getou informs you, as he peeks his head into the break room. you perk up instantly, already knowing the insinuation of his message that the other nurses clearly don't get.

"Of course, Doctor." you nod to him, meek, as if you were nervous to stay late around the very prestigious, very professional and non-rule breaking doctor. if only.

when he walks away, the nurses start to gossip, elbowing you in your side, telling you how lucky you are to be able to stare at him a little longer. that if they were in your shoes, they would do more than push records with him. that you should take the opportunity to at least let him kiss you, with tongue.

if only they knew that it was so much more than that.

"I think you like this," Getou says against your mouth, panting, his own smiling. but you can't seem to form enough thought to close your own, too focused on not sliding off of his desk that he's got you on right now. he fucks you on it hard enough that papers go flying, that his computer mouse is knocked on the floor, that the desk has scraped up the linoleum from the exertion.

"Ask me, nurse; what do I like?" Dr. Getou grabs your face in his hands when he realizes that you're too fucked out to really hear him. that's what two orgasms back to back will do to a person, especially without reprieve. he smacks your cheeks a few times, calling your name sweetly when it still doesn't bring you back down to earth.

"What," you swallow down the spit accumulated on your tongue. "What do I like, Dr. Getou?" he groans at the title, something you've discovered makes his cock twitch when he's inside of you. maybe its because you moan it so debauchedly in the late afternoons, and turn around in the morning and say it so sweetly in front of your coworkers, in front of your patients, in front of Dr. Gojo who still thinks he might have a chance with you.

"You like the secrecy of it all," he smiles, looking so composed save for the flush on his cheeks and the strand of hair that's fallen from his bun from fucking you against the wall earlier. "You like knowing something so painstakingly obvious, yet no one can even guess what goes on between us. You like looking so innocent and meek, even though your hole swallows me up, greedy, every time I call for you."

he sounds so cocky, so sure of himself, like you're some pet that comes crawling every time he places his palm out in front of you. you try to frown at him, to pout, but he fucks the expression right off until it melts into one of pure bliss.

"That's not true," you still try to fight back, despite the way your thighs wrap around his hips when he fakes like he's going to pull out. he fixes you with a knowing look, but doesn't stop, grabbing your chest in his hand, the other toying with your swollen clit.

"Don't try to deny it, sweetheart. This tells me everything I need to know." he says with another flick of your clit, cocky, grinning all the while. and even though you try to deny it again, Dr. Getou works your body the way he knows will bring you into a puddle of nothingness in only a matter of seconds. after all, the doctor always knows best.

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I genuinely cannot stand. stupid professors. must use sources but can’t quote them but you have to paraphrase but you can’t summarize and again you can’t quote them but you have to cite them. please go to hell jail. please.

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dynamight is clearly trying to go unnoticed in the grocery store, but you recognize him, anyway, despite the mask and low-pulled hat. knowing makes you feel even worse about approaching him—because you'd be too afraid to, otherwise—but you're not sure what else to do at this point.

you lean in close to him as he's standing in front of the produce, poking through the same bin.

"ooh, we need to get an onion, too, remember?"

he startles enough away from you that you can feel the foundation of your last ditch efforts crumbling. even beneath his hat, his light eyebrows pull down hard, gaze narrowing, and on the other end of such a fiery glare, you're reminded exactly why you've never wanted to meet him before: he's terrifying, handsome as he is.

"hah—"

you smile at him and hope it looks real, squishing into the space he's created even though your hands are shaking. "the guy by the juice followed me all around the store from the parking lot and i don't know what else to do." you widen your eyes, and you want to look, you do, but your facade is hanging on by a thread. "please help me."

dynamight swallows, and you hope his expression only seems so guarded because you're so close; enough to smell his subtle yet sharp cologne, to see the dark blonde wisps of his eyelashes. when he blinks, they brush against his mask, feather-light.

"okay," he nods once, and the gravel of his voice makes your stomach turn in some teenage way, that has your cheeks flaring.

(this is really not the time to be getting shy.)

he doesn't look towards the juice either, thankfully, and instead adjusts his stance, leaning into you in return, large and wide and formidable enough to nearly shield you from view. "an onion, huh? think we got one at home."

you can feel the warm press of his body against your own and it has you releasing a breath that had been trapped deep in your chest, has tears stinging behind your eyes. the sharp pain in your sternum lessens, and when you feel his hand come up to sit, carefully, against your lower back, dynamight murmurs,

"y'r alright,"

and you are.

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had two more last night back to back and I am. not doing so well again Help me 👍🏽

I had a seggsy dream about toji last night and I keep getting flashbacks like it really happened and I am. feeling Tortured. this is Pain.

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no because the way uncle sukuna dresses up yuuji in a mini suit and tie when they go out to eat at fancy restaurants 🥹 slicks his hair back with gel and tells him to be on his best behavior

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tw: blood/menstruation, not-really-period sex, humping

“What’s wrong?” Choso asks the moment he steps through the door. he finds you in your shared bed, your eyes clamped shut, curled into a fetal position. he spots the cord to the heating pad sneaking under the blanket he brought for you on your third date.

"My period." you groan, another wave of cramps coming in entirely too strong. you squeeze your eyes shut once more, hoping that the pain will fade quicker than when it came. when you open your eyes again, Choso is already sliding into bed beside you, kneeling, hovering over you as he smooths his hand down your hair.

"What can I do to help you?" he asks, his voice serious, eyes dead set on your stomach as if he could reach through your skin and fix everything with his bare hands. the thought makes you smile weakly, your eyes fluttering shut as you hum.

"Nothing really," you mumble, untucking your hand from under the blanket to reach out to him. he holds your palm in his own cold grip, squeezing your too warm hand with enough care that it makes you blink up at him. he has this look on his face, like he's thinking, like he knows you might say no to him.

"Spit it out, Cho," you tell him, using your other hand to press the heating pad even closer, your hand squeezing his when another cramp makes your stomach knot up. he twists his mouth this way and that, before his lip pouts unintentionally, makes you want to squeeze his face between your palms.

"I've read online that orgasming is good for alleviating period cramps." he says bluntly, eyes studying your face for any signs of uncomfortableness. but you only frown, pondering why the hell he was looking up that stuff anyway when you've never shared much about this whole thing with him.

"I dunno, Cho," you admit, biting at your bottom lip in thought. "Don't wanna gross you out."

"Nothing about you could ever gross me out," he counters before you can say anything else, his eyebrows furrowing at you. "Especially if it's to help ease the pain. Let me help you."

and you do; let him untuck you from your blanket burrito, rearrange the heating pad so that he can shuck your ratty pajama pants down, the comfortable ones, let him pull you until you're closer to him, until his knee is slotted between your own thighs.

"We can go at your pace, okay?" he says, his deep voice grating in his throat, makes a shiver run through your spine. you can only nod at him, too fatigued from the blood loss to argue. just wrap your arms around his neck, shuffle closer until his knee is placed firmly on your cunt, your nose sliding against his as he looks at you, trying to gauge your comfortability.

you roll your hips first, a little noise escaping you at the barely there friction, before Choso grabs your hips to force you down a little harder. he stares at you the whole time, with this lovesick little look in his eyes, adoring. he's not even getting any pleasure, you don't think, but the way his mouth drops every time your clit grazes his knee, you think just watching you, feeling you, seeing you, is enough to do him in.

you wrap your leg around his own until you're scissored against him, humping at the hardened muscle of his thigh until you're too focused on coming than the pain that tries to wash over you. your hands tangle in his hair until the strands fall free, your mouth hovering over his, breathing hotly against him with every jut of your hips against his pale skin.

when you cum, it feels like a release you've been holding inside for far too long, a bursting dam, your eyes clenched shut as you whimper against his gaping lips. you try to catch your breath, pulling back to thank him, when you notice a little stain on his bare thigh, your chest instantly tightening.

"Oh fuck, Cho, I'm so fuckin' sorry," you panic, trying to pull away from him, get a wet cloth, do something. but Choso only holds you close to him with a hand around your waist, pulling you back until your nose bumps his once more.

"It's nothing to apologize for, love." he says, sweet, his actions somewhat sweeter when he reveals his finger that he's swiped through the blood on his thigh. your eyes widen in confusion, but before you can stop him, he pops the single digit into his mouth.

you groan, covering your eyes with your hands, despite his laughing. you dodge his kisses, pulling away from him as much as you can, despite his strength that keeps you anchored to him.

"God, you're such a gross freak, Cho." you chuckle, hand against his cheek that he keeps trying to kiss.

"Nothing about my love for you is gross." he grumbles, dodging your hand to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"But it is freaky?"

"Maybe just a little."

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tw: blood/menstruation, not-really-period sex, humping

“What’s wrong?” Choso asks the moment he steps through the door. he finds you in your shared bed, your eyes clamped shut, curled into a fetal position. he spots the cord to the heating pad sneaking under the blanket he brought for you on your third date.

"My period." you groan, another wave of cramps coming in entirely too strong. you squeeze your eyes shut once more, hoping that the pain will fade quicker than when it came. when you open your eyes again, Choso is already sliding into bed beside you, kneeling, hovering over you as he smooths his hand down your hair.

"What can I do to help you?" he asks, his voice serious, eyes dead set on your stomach as if he could reach through your skin and fix everything with his bare hands. the thought makes you smile weakly, your eyes fluttering shut as you hum.

"Nothing really," you mumble, untucking your hand from under the blanket to reach out to him. he holds your palm in his own cold grip, squeezing your too warm hand with enough care that it makes you blink up at him. he has this look on his face, like he's thinking, like he knows you might say no to him.

"Spit it out, Cho," you tell him, using your other hand to press the heating pad even closer, your hand squeezing his when another cramp makes your stomach knot up. he twists his mouth this way and that, before his lip pouts unintentionally, makes you want to squeeze his face between your palms.

"I've read online that orgasming is good for alleviating period cramps." he says bluntly, eyes studying your face for any signs of uncomfortableness. but you only frown, pondering why the hell he was looking up that stuff anyway when you've never shared much about this whole thing with him.

"I dunno, Cho," you admit, biting at your bottom lip in thought. "Don't wanna gross you out."

"Nothing about you could ever gross me out," he counters before you can say anything else, his eyebrows furrowing at you. "Especially if it's to help ease the pain. Let me help you."

and you do; let him untuck you from your blanket burrito, rearrange the heating pad so that he can shuck your ratty pajama pants down, the comfortable ones, let him pull you until you're closer to him, until his knee is slotted between your own thighs.

"We can go at your pace, okay?" he says, his deep voice grating in his throat, makes a shiver run through your spine. you can only nod at him, too fatigued from the blood loss to argue. just wrap your arms around his neck, shuffle closer until his knee is placed firmly on your cunt, your nose sliding against his as he looks at you, trying to gauge your comfortability.

you roll your hips first, a little noise escaping you at the barely there friction, before Choso grabs your hips to force you down a little harder. he stares at you the whole time, with this lovesick little look in his eyes, adoring. he's not even getting any pleasure, you don't think, but the way his mouth drops every time your clit grazes his knee, you think just watching you, feeling you, seeing you, is enough to do him in.

you wrap your leg around his own until you're scissored against him, humping at the hardened muscle of his thigh until you're too focused on coming than the pain that tries to wash over you. your hands tangle in his hair until the strands fall free, your mouth hovering over his, breathing hotly against him with every jut of your hips against his pale skin.

when you cum, it feels like a release you've been holding inside for far too long, a bursting dam, your eyes clenched shut as you whimper against his gaping lips. you try to catch your breath, pulling back to thank him, when you notice a little stain on his bare thigh, your chest instantly tightening.

"Oh fuck, Cho, I'm so fuckin' sorry," you panic, trying to pull away from him, get a wet cloth, do something. but Choso only holds you close to him with a hand around your waist, pulling you back until your nose bumps his once more.

"It's nothing to apologize for, love." he says, sweet, his actions somewhat sweeter when he reveals his finger that he's swiped through the blood on his thigh. your eyes widen in confusion, but before you can stop him, he pops the single digit into his mouth.

you groan, covering your eyes with your hands, despite his laughing. you dodge his kisses, pulling away from him as much as you can, despite his strength that keeps you anchored to him.

"God, you're such a gross freak, Cho." you chuckle, hand against his cheek that he keeps trying to kiss.

"Nothing about my love for you is gross." he grumbles, dodging your hand to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"But it is freaky?"

"Maybe just a little."

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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

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deku but QUIETLY?

Warnings: is it somnophilia? He’s asleep and ur not?

Yeah !! I think he would invite himself over to yours, maybe after drinks with the agency, an excuse loose on his lips of wanting to talk about reports or assignments or that event the department is invited to that’s not optional. You’re close you think, maybe, you hope with a sick desperation so you feel comfortable enough changing into loungewear and offering him a beer. Your fingers touch over the tacky label and its enough to send you fluttering to the floor by your kotatsu, heated and not really helping.

He’s sleepy and rather forgiving in the orange light of your living room. Lounging in the drawl of the radio, reading something you’d written that morning in response to an incident he had been involved in. A finger traces the words and Midoriya hums at the familiarity of your prose, flush deep on the sliver of skin peaking from his shirt. You watch him silently with your phone forgotten in your hands, curled below him on the floor where he lies on your couch, legs spread and thighs like tree trunks beside your head. He is the picture of domesticity to you, so calm and so soft in your territory, in your home that he so often frequents. You fall asleep like that, with that hopeful vision in your head, propped up on pillows and watching him like a cat watches their adoring owner, tucked up and curled up between his open legs. It takes a few minutes until he drifts off too, hand still slipping on the teary beer bottle and mouth open with a sigh, head lolling to one side and then tucking into his chest, papers threatening to fall to the floor.

It’s the sharp flutter that wakes you. Distant but startling. Midoriya stirs but doesn’t rouse, not yet and through the grey of the early morning light, you’re severely glad he doesn’t. You’re a little unsure at first at what you’re seeing, specially with how your eyes stick and are clumpy from fleeting, heavy sleep. Slumped forward on your arms, back all bent and cramped, head twisted just enough to view the valley of his thighs and the mountain range of his upper body, his face shadowed by the fluff of his hair. Midoriya looks sweet, you muse offhandedly, trying to ignore the something else that jerks your attention desperately.

Sure he looks sweet, Midoriya is always sweet to you, but he's also hard. And you feel dirty looking at it, at him so vulnerable and open in your living room, in your house. In front of you. It's indecent; the bulge in his jeans accentuated by the stuff fabric and the way his legs are so dropped open, hips probably aching in the back of his slept ridden mind. You can't bring yourself to move, swallowing at the visible kick of his cock and clenching at the thought of how thick he is, how fat and strong he is to be able to move designer denim with just his - his -.

This is your secret, you decide, a mean perverted secret you'll never tell him, not ever. Because he - he whimpers and you feel as though you've crossed a line, permeating the air and causing your ears to twitch at the soft, vulnerable sound. You always thought he might whimper. But that thought was always accompanied with some kind of fantasy involving you, and here he is, your esteemed colleague, whimpering in the absence of you. And you can't bring yourself to be upset by it, how can you? He's stirring with a grunt, chesty from disuse, thighs flexing and his heavy hand pulls at his crotch, adjusting himself to your horror.

And that hand, doesn't leave. Doesn't drop back to his stomach where it was peacefully resting. Clenching against the unforgiving fabric, squeezing himself and routinely rearranging his cock every which way, every movement followed by your bleary but beady eyes.

You can feel yourself shuddering, buzzing with adrenaline at his little secret show, mouth opening with gasps and pants. He's not touching you, he's touching himself and you're the one on the edge of a precipice. It's filthy, it's delicious, it's shameful, it's so desperately erotic. And then - Midoriya mumbles your name with a great heave of his chest, as if sighing sweetly in his sleep. 'nd you're so sure you've leaked all the way through your trousers to the mats on the floor, so sure you've positively wet yourself with how aroused you are.

You'll have to quit. You're sure of it. Decided - already because how in the hell are you supposed to not only drive him to work, but work with him? When you've seen this, all of this and all of that? All of him?

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Actress reader and Actor Bakugou have to enact a sex scene. Of course they've got one of those little modesty covers for his dick and for you but you'll still look naked in the shot.

But there is just something about the way that he's grinding into you, his cock hard from the action of course and since your characters hate each other (just like in real life) it's supposed to be a rough passionate scene, it's hate fucking after all! Your moaning only gets louder the more he "fucks" into you echoing around the studio with tons of people looking over the two of you but his eyes are trained on you and when he thinks he hears something a little more than the over the top obvious fake sounds your character is meant to give, when it ebbs into something real (fake to real sounds per the script) he gets a little too into his character.

"That's right, take it, take this cock. Mould to me so that every other man knows that you're mine and mine alone, princess."

"You'll have to fuck me harder than that to make me cum, prince." Spitting back the title his character so hates and the nickname you've come to call him off set and in interviews if only to burrow under his skin. His eyes flash with anger and for a moment you think you've regained control.

But his thrusts come harder after that and suddenly you're trying to cover your face with your arms but he moves to pin them to the plush pillow over head. His voice rough, deep, panting out in such a mind numbing growl.

"No, I want to see the exact moment I ruin you."

Covered cock somehow grinding against your clothed slit just right, your clit throbs from the repeated action, making you lock your ankles around his waist.

Head thrown back to expose your throat that he comes down to bite as he "cums" just as he's supposed to although the lines were wholly improvised. Shuddering over top of you with his tongue lapping up the rough teeth marks he's left on your pretty skin. Pulling away to grab your jaw roughly, rutting into you with pained groans as his tongue slips into your mouth "prolonging" your release and his.

"CUT!" Comes the doctor's voice, slicing through the tension reminding you both exactly where you are. Bakugou pulls away but not too quickly, grabbing at the blankets to cover you even if the whole world was going to see your tits bouncing from his rough thrusts thanks to the network allowing borderline soft core porn on air.

"Let's take fifteen to review and recenter!" Comes the directors sharp voice and so Bakugou helps you up on shaking legs, pressing you into his side as he walks around in nothing but that "modesty" covering.

"Wow! That seemed so real you did the fake to real moaning so well!" People linger to pass you compliments until they see Bakugou snarling down at them, rushing away from the always grumpy actor. He makes sure you're sat on the couch in your dressing room, both of you lock eyes for a moment and it's obvious by his smirk that this jackass can't help but stroke his own ego.

"Ya that sure was a performance from you, ya know I almost would have thought it was real, princess." He mocks you, giving you some knowing look as your cheeks still burn from how good he was from grinding alone.

"In your fuckin dreams Prince." He can only suck his teeth and chuckle darkly at your retort. Going to cup his fat length and sac, a squishing sound can be heard and it makes you hyper aware of the wetness between your thighs. He pulls away his hand slowly, silvery strings connect to the thin fabric and his fingers before they snap and he looks up at you. Smiling devilishly, palming his damp cock sticky from more than just you but you don't have to know that.

"Then I must be dreaming huh?"