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Minors dni

Bakugo loves to rub your clit to help you sleep.

You remember the first night you were laying in bed, enveloped in covers and his arms wrapped from behind you when his hands began to wander lower.

“Can i?” His rasped voice just above a whisper, laced with exhaustion from the day, but he just….wanted to feel you for a moment and if that also meant to make you feel good then so be it.

You nod at his request to touch you more and he waste no time to slide his middle and ringe finger up your slightly damp slit. When he pulls his fingers out he puts them towards your mouth as a signal to suckle. Of course you obeyed earning yourself a small groan out of him. Something about how warm and wet your mouth is suckling on his thicker fingers always gets him a little riled up.

The pads made small tight circles on your soft clit, your arousal very quickly coming to coat your pussy and his fingers Bakugo keeps going which led you to squirm and weakly moan his name.

“Y’ganna cum?” His breath was hitting your ear, you could feel his semi hard dick grind against your ass. It helped that all you were wearing was a shirt and lace panties to bed too. “Let go, i know you want to.”

And in typical Bakugo fashion when he’s like this, he still manages to get pussy drunk without actually being inside you,

“You’re so fucking tight…”

He has no shame in speaking his thoughts out loud to you especially when it’s ABOUT you,

“She’s wet…fuckin’ hand is dripping shit, squeeze me tighter baby there you go…”

The feeling of your pussy is an unmatched feeling he could never get tired of.

He held you close against him as his own hand was pushing you through overstimulation, you almost screamed his name until he grabbed your neck with his free hand to still you into a wet kiss. Your hips moved in tandem with his to ride it out. Both of you breathing into each others mouths until you felt a heavy wave of sleepiness hit your body when you relaxed into his arms again.

Since then every other night when sex isn’t really available to you both due to being too tired, Bakugo made it a habit of doing so, and on occasion if he’s feeling really greedy he will eat your pussy very lazily and slowly, but he gets it done every single time.

Tonight was no different, you only had on his shirt with nothing under due to the heat of the summer nights so far, but your husband doesn’t complain. Why would he? Easy Access.

He threw your thigh over his legs, you laid sideways as yall favorite Kdrama was playing in the back now longer forgotten as he laid wet kisses on your neck up to the corner of your mouth. His fingers grew warmer, him using his quirk just a little he only does when he knows it can get you to cum faster.

“‘Suki….” You whine so softly it sounded almost like a mixture of a plead and a cry your lower body practically jumping his hand as you felt yourself getting so close. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your cunt and both of your soft groans washing out the TV.

Your Blondie can and has gotten off to fingering you alone. He can’t help it you sound, smell, and react so perfectly against him he can’t help but to just grab ahold of those pretty lips of your and attach them against his while you orgasm just for him.

He grunts and moans with you, a whisper of, “Y’okay?” on your panting lips, all you could do was nod and kiss him again.

As you snuggle against his warm body he licks his fingers that was just inside you to then kiss your cheek and grab onto your breast while sleeping.

Because whether Bakugo admits it or not he loves skinship with you.

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Katsuki Bakugo is NOT the type to let you walk away upset. If you turn your back or cross your arms, he’s already stepping in, voice low but fierce, “let’s talk this out.” When you finally look at him, he’s not yelling, just… intense, like he’s daring you to push him away. In private, he’s all about small, stubborn touches, a hand on your thigh, a quick brush of fingers against your cheek, like he needs to remind you you’re his and he’s yours, no words necessary. He hates showing it, but when you lean against him, he relaxes just a bit and quietly grumble.

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katsuki bakugou — peach lipgloss

"Kats, baby—mmfh— I'm telling you it's the same—mmfh— lipgloss!" You giggle in between kisses, your laughter uncontrollable as you watch the blond's brows genuinely furrow in confusion at the new taste of your gloss. “No the hell it ain’t. 'Other one was sweeter.” Katsuki muttered under his breath like a mad scientist, as he straightened. Snatching up your little pink purse from your nightstand with way too much determination.

You reached out to grab it back, still laughing. “You can’t just raid my bag for answers! I don't even have the other one anymore!"

“Still wanna see it” he muttered, digging through the pile until he snagged one of the sparkly tubes. Turning it in his fingers, his scowl deepened. “Oi—this says 'pretty peach' , so why the hell does it taste like that shit then.”

You bit back a laugh, propping your chin on your hand. “It does, but baby that’s the new formula.” The pro hero's head snapped up, brows knitting. “The hell d’you mean new formula? They went and changed it?” He twisted the tube again like he could wrestle the truth out of it. “No wonder it tastes different—damn idiots ruined it.”

You giggled, watching his genuine annoyance like he’d been personally betrayed by the beauty industry. “Aw, poor katsu. You really pressed over lip gloss?”

“Fuck yes, idiots messed with perfection 'n now yer lips taste like cheap ass peach gloss.” Katsuki grumbled in his pajamas, glaring at the poor tube like it held sacred secret, meanwhile you cackled and giggled nonstop at your boyfriend's remark.

“But don’t think I didn’t notice you tryna trick me into likin’ that trash,” Katsuki muttered, his gaze finally cutting over to you. "Callin me over for kisses n shit all the time like you didn't know what you were doing."

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the idle cup of tea on the small wooden nightstand. “You say that, Kats, yet every time I’ve asked for a kiss these past two weeks, you came running. Happily eating my face off like it was your favorite snack.”

Silence.

Tipping the cup to your lips, you sipped briefly before commenting, "Not exactly complaining about it, but still."

“…S’still trash. Want the old one back. Matter of fact—where’s my keys?” Katsuki grumbled, already patting his sweats like he’d actually storm out right then. You nearly choked on your tea, setting the cup down with a laugh. “My love, it's ten at night. Please tell me you're not about to drive to a store for some lipgloss right now?”

He shot you a flat look, jaw tightening like you’d just offended his entire existence. “For the right one? Fuck yeah. Can’t have you walkin’ around kissin’ me all cute with that knockoff shit.”

"Ohmygod— get in bed."

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Bakugo’s princess treatment

Katsuki Bakugo had always been intense. With everyone else, it came out as sharp glares, blunt words, and an impatience that could set walls on fire. But with you… it was different. It was still intense, yes—but it was an intensity that wrapped itself around you like armor, like a promise that nothing in this world would touch you unless it went through him first.

It started back when he was still just courting you—though he’d sooner swallow a grenade than call it that out loud. He’d walk you to class every morning, never once letting you carry your own bag. “What kind of guy lets his girl haul her own crap around?” he’d grumble, fingers curling easily around the strap of your backpack before you could protest.

And then, even after you said yes, after you were officially his, nothing changed—except maybe he got worse.

It was in the way he’d automatically take the seat facing the door whenever you ate out, so he could see anyone coming. The way he’d pull your chair out for you, pretending it was just because “you’re slow as hell” but staying close enough that his arm brushed yours when you sat down. The way his hand would find the small of your back when you crossed the street, warm and steady, steering you like you were something precious.

One time, you’d tried to pay for lunch, sliding your card over before he could. He had looked at you like you’d just set fire to the sun.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Paying for my own food?” you said slowly.

“The hell you are. Put that away before I lose it.”

You’d laughed, rolling your eyes, but he’d been dead serious, sliding his card across with a muttered, “Not letting my girl spend a damn yen when she’s with me.”

And it wasn’t just the big gestures—it was in the quiet moments too. If you were walking together and you even looked at something in a shop window, it would show up in your room within the week. No note, no explanation. Just there. When you tried to bring it up, he’d shrug, “What? I didn’t buy it for you. It just… ended up there.”

Like now, in the common room, where you sat curled up with your laptop. Without a word, he set down a steaming mug of your favorite tea beside you.

You looked up, smiling. “Thanks, Kats.”

“Don’t thank me. Just drink it before it gets cold,” he muttered, settling next to you and tossing his arm over the back of your chair so he could lean close. “And don’t work too long. You’ll get a headache.”

You smirked. “You’re bossy.”

“And you love it.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Later that night, when you were about to head upstairs, he caught you at the bottom of the stairs. “Wait.” He crouched down, tapping your ankle. “Your shoelace is loose.”

“Katsuki—”

“What? You want me to just let you trip and smash your face in?” He tied it for you, quick and sure, then stood up and kissed your forehead without another word.

And that was the thing about Bakugo’s princess treatment—he never made it sound romantic, never wrapped it in pretty words. He made it sound like common sense, like of course he’d open your door, of course he’d carry your stuff, of course he’d make sure you were warm, safe, fed, and happy. Because in his mind, that was the bare minimum his girl deserved.

And if you ever tried to call him out on it, to say it was sweet, he’d scoff.

“Sweet? No. I’m just not a damn idiot. You’re mine. I take care of what’s mine.”

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bakugo and his beloved pregnant wife — fluff | m.list

It’s well past midnight when you stir. The only light in the room is a faint glow from the streetlamp outside, washing the ceiling in pale gold. You don’t even know what woke you—until you realize the bed is dipping beside you, the warmth of Katsuki’s hand resting low on your belly.

He’s quiet at first, thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin like it’s second nature now. But then, you feel a small kick from inside, and his palm stills, his breath hitching just a little.

“Oi…” he murmurs, voice rough but… soft in that way he doesn’t use with anyone else. “You tryna wake your mom up, huh? Little brat.”

There’s no bite to it. You can hear the smile in his voice.

He shifts, lying down beside you but keeping his hand there, like he’s holding the baby through you. “You better be strong,” he says low, like he’s telling a secret. “And don’t give her too much trouble, got it? She’s… she’s already doin’ enough for both of us.”

Another tiny kick. Katsuki actually chuckles, the sound warm against your skin. “Guess you get that stubborn crap from me.”

You stay perfectly still, eyes closed, because if you move, you’re afraid you’ll break whatever rare, tender moment this is. You just listen as he keeps talking, half-grumbling, half-loving, telling your baby about how he’s gonna teach them to win at everything, how they’re gonna have your smile but his “don’t-mess-with-me” face.

Then, quieter, almost too soft to catch: “You’re lucky, you know… your mom’s the best damn thing in my life.”

Your heart squeezes so hard it almost hurts. You want to reach for him, but instead, you let him keep thinking you’re asleep—because hearing Bakugo Katsuki talk like that, unfiltered and completely in love, is something you’ll tuck away and keep forever.

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I think when you ride Bakugo for the first time he accidentally lets his quirk go off, because it felt THAT good and it’s embarrassing.

He has popped a few small explosions in the beginning of your sexual relationship during making out and even when you both first had sex, but after a few bruising and burn marks on your ass and thigh…and extremely close to your pussy he’s since learned to control it better for both of your sake.

However tonight he was tired, but also horny and when that happens he usually asks if you can suck his dick orrrrr ride his face, but he didn’t just want either he wanted to be inside you. He needed your warmth in both ways, he’s been craving you all day for some reason.

And you knew so you suggested to take charge this evening and he reluctantly obliged…..a little.

But if he would have known you’d be a PRO at fucking his dick he’d ask you to do it more.

“Fucking—-shit oh fuck keep goin’! Please—-“

The bed creaking and the room being blanketed with the slapping of your ass down against his thighs, the melodies of you and Katsuki groaning in pleasure, you had both your hands beside his head as you grip his pillow, having just a faint view of his slick, white, creamed shaft plunge in and out of you.

Your face lowered into his neck, taking a long stripe of a lick up his ear, your giggles mask the whimpers of his name, “You feel so good, ‘Suki….~”

His face was flushed red, he can usually contain his noises, but you felt too fucking good he became more vocal, “Fuck me! Fuck me please just like that don’t stop!”

Your tits were right in his face, his body was shaking right under you, hearing his muffled groans vibrate on your nipple felt delicious to the point you began to grind against him, “‘Sukiiiii fuck!”

Pants and slaps got more intense, echoing through your empty hallway Bakugo’s warm sweaty hands spreads your ass further apart to feel you completely and begins to fuck up into you, your hands flew to his shoulders for stability and your head was back while you bit your lip feeling the was his dick hit the sweet spot on the right side of your pussy just how you like, “‘Suki! Right there!”

When he felt you tighten around him he latched onto your neck, just how you like when you’re close and thrusted faster inside you, It was like his body was on auto pilot and he needed to cum with you.

That was until your fatty flesh started to burn.

“Kat—!”

“Sssshit!” He slurred with your titty falling out of his mouth feeling his quirk activate a little his hands flew immediately to the sheets, small pops and crackles burning the fabric a little, he pats the smoke down in a panic. Don’t need to burn your shared apartment down due to yall being freaky frogs.

Your body was still, subconsciously frowning and breathing through your mouth since your so so close orgasm was fading, when you both made eye contact. His face was redder than it was a few seconds ago and you began to giggle, “You haven’t done that in so long….”

“Shut up.” Sitting up he pulls you chest to chest, you could feel his rapid heart rate so harshly it felt like it was ganna pop out his chest, “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am i don’t mind a little pain…but are you okay?”

As embarrassing as it was Bakugo actually couldn’t control his quirk that time with the new sensation of you being on top. He’s usually able to when he’s in charge, but this time he was caught off guard in a moment of passion to the point he was overwhelmed and just let his power go off.

“I’ll work on fixing that.”

“Yeah yeah I know you will. I did good though huh….as you cumming in min—-

“Shut—-“ Bakugo grunts flipping you on your back, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. He will be DAMNED if you catch him off guard like that again, it was almost like he got a second wind and more energy because for you to make him feel THAT good almost felt …wrong. THATS HIS JOB to make YOU feel good.

And from your screams not even moments later when he slid back inside you, he did just that.

He’s never admit it though that you will be riding him more often, he just has to find a way for it to always be your idea and not his, because Bakugo “never” begs.

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Sundress, no panties -Nanami

Synopsis: Nanami agreed to take a half-day for once. You used it to wear a tiny sundress and test his patience. You weren’t wearing panties—and he figures that out very quickly.

cw: Explicit sexual content (18+). Public sex/semi-public setting (car, risk of being seen). No panties/exhibitionism. Dom/sub. Light choking. Spanking. Rough sex/overstimulation. Dirty talk. Creampie. Slight possessiveness & authority play

You knew exactly what you were doing when you slipped into that little floral sundress.

It was barely August and the heat was already sticky, clinging, but you weren’t wearing it for the weather. You wore it because you liked the way it made Nanami look at you—like he was seconds away from throwing all his rules out the window and bending you over the nearest surface.

Thin, white, soft against your skin. Light enough to move with the breeze, short enough to show off your ass. No bra. No panties. 

And Kento Nanami—your very overworked, very tightly wound boyfriend—had no idea what kind of day you had planned for him. At least, not when he picked you up that morning.

His jaw clenched the moment he saw you. He was in his usual three-piece suit, meticulous and pressed, glasses perched on his nose and a to-go coffee in his hand. His eyes skimmed down your body with that cold, unreadable look he got when he was trying very hard not to react. You smiled, all sweet. “Morning.”

“You’re not wearing a coat,” he said flatly.

“It’s warm out.” You leaned into his car, lips pouting as you walked to your side of the car. “Isn’t this dress cute?”

“Mhm,” he murmured as he was helping you into his car, gentlemanly as ever—palm on the small of your back, leaning close, murmuring something soft about dinner reservations and time windows—until his hand dipped a little lower. Until your leg shifted to get in and that dress rode up.

Until he felt bare skin under his palm. His voice dropped immediately. “You forgot something.” “I don’t think I did.” “You’re not wearing any panties.” “And?”

The passenger door slammed. Hard. You bit back a grin as he rounded the car and got in, jaw tight, one big hand gripping the steering wheel, the other flexing slow on his thigh. He didn’t say anything for five minutes. Not until you crossed your legs sweetly and whispered, “Are you mad?”

Nanami didn’t look at you. “Mad isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Oh?” You reached over, letting your fingers trace the seam of his trousers, right along the thick line of his cock already pushing against the fabric. “What word would you use?”

His hand caught your wrist so fast you gasped, he was furious.  “Stop it,” he said sharply. “Sit still and be quiet.”

You smiled, wicked and teasing. “That doesn’t sound like a thank you for the little surprise I planned.”

His eyes cut to you, cold and sharp. “I should pull this car over right now. Stop. It.”

You didn’t stop. You never did. Not when he warned you. Not when he glared at you with that tightly-reined restraint that made your thighs press together in the seat. Not even when he muttered a final, sharp “Enough” through gritted teeth, gripping the wheel so tight the leather creaked. He had to recite tax brackets in his head just to keep from wrecking the car.

Instead, you ran your palm slowly over his thigh, higher and higher until you reached the aching, hard line of his cock straining against his slacks. You gave him a playful little squeeze, and in the same motion, reached into your bag.

“Cupcake?” you asked, all innocent as you unwrapped the little thing you picked up from the bakery. Vanilla bean. A stupid, soft little snack. “I brought one just for you.”

“Don't,” he muttered under his breath. He watched you tear the wrapper with one dainty hand, shimmying in the seat like your bare cunt wasn’t already sticking to the leather.

“Kento,” you murmured, licking a streak of frosting off your thumb, “you want a bite?” You moaned—loud—when your tongue dragged over the tip of your finger, eyes fluttering shut like the taste was orgasmic. Then you bit into it slow, messy, frosting smearing the corner of your mouth. You licked that too. Sucked it off your finger like it was his cock.

“This frosting is so good,” you said, eyes flicking to him while your other hand trailed up his thigh. “C’mon just one bite?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, snatched the half-bitten cupcake out of your mouth without warning, threw it straight out the open window—“Kento!”—frosting streaking his knuckles from the force. He didn’t even blink.

Your lips parted like you might whine, but all that came out was a breathy sound as he raised his frosting-coated fingers to inspect the mess he'd made. Creamy, sticky, speckled with crumbs. His other hand never left the wheel, eyes forward as you—incorrigible, needy—snatched his hand and dragged it to your mouth.

You looked up at him through your lashes as you licked slowly from his knuckle to fingertip.

“Oh, fuck off,” he muttered under his breath—but you caught the twitch of his jaw.

“You’re so mean to me, baby,” you whispered against his knuckles. “You didn’t even want a taste?”

His voice was deadpan. “You’re going to cry later. I hope you know that.”

Your thighs clenched again—god, you were already so fucking wet, sticky between your legs from nothing but teasing him. His fingers were still in your mouth. You made a soft little mmph sound like a slut trying to apologize. 

He made a sharp turn off the main road—too fast—and pulled the car into the back lot of a quiet rest stop. You barely had time to react before the engine cut off, the brake engaged.

And then the car was dead silent. You watched him unbuckle his belt with controlled precision. He wasn’t rushing. Nanami never rushed.

You gulped. “Kento—”

“Get on my lap.”

The words hit like a slap. You blinked. “What—”

“You wanted attention. You want to tease me? Fine. Get on my lap. I’ll let you fuck yourself on my cock in broad daylight. No window tints. No privacy. Go ahead. Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”

“…someone could see—”

He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, his mouth was right at your ear, voice low. “Get. On. My. Lap.”

He released you just as fast. Sat back. Opened his slacks with one sharp motion and freed his cock—thick, flushed, already leaking, slapping against his stomach with a quiet, heavy thud.

“Take your time,” he said coldly. “You love putting on a show, right?”

You were already crawling into his lap, straddling him, the sticky heat of your cunt dragging over his length as you settled against him. You were so wet he didn’t even need to guide himself in—just one slow press of your hips and he slid inside, inch by inch, deliciously deep.

You gasped as he hissed. His head dropped back against the headrest. “Fuck. Of course you’re this wet.”

You bit your lip, hips trembling. “It’s your fault…” you whined, high-pitched and breathless. He gripped your throat with one hand. “Don’t fucking start,” he snapped. “You’re lucky I’m letting you cum at all.”

You could barely breathe. Not just because of the thick weight of his cock pulsing inside you—but because of the way Kento fucking looked at you. One arm slung across the back of the seat, the other still gripping your throat, palm hot and broad. His glasses had slid down just slightly, exposing the sharp glint of his eyes as he watched you tremble in his lap like some fucked-out little plaything.

“You don’t get to be shy now,” he muttered. “Ride me.”

You whimpered and gripped the collar of his shirt as your hips began to move. Slow at first. Up. Down. Just enough to feel that stretch all over again. Every time you sank down, it felt like too much—too deep. But his grip tightened when you tried to stop. His brows drew together like he was annoyed you weren’t using him properly.

“You tease me all fucking morning,” he growled, “and this is how you ride cock?”

“I’m—” you gasped, “I’m trying—”

“Try harder.”

The slap to your ass was loud and immediate—his palm cracked sharp against the curve of it and you yelped, tightening around him. His cock twitched in response. You barely managed another rise and fall of your hips before your rhythm broke, thighs shaking.

“I can’t—” “Yes, you can.”

He grabbed your hips with both hands and then slammed you down onto his cock so hard you choked on your own breath. “Oh my god—Kento!”

His hips snapped into yours, cock stretching you wide, his hands bruising your waist. He grunted with each thrust, every stroke a punishment.

“This—” thrust. “—is—” thrust. “—what happens—” thrust. “—when you pull that shit with me.” Your eyes were glassy, mouth parted around panting little moans as he forced you to take his cock over and over, faster now, harder—bucking you against him with brute, punishing strength. The squelch of your cunt sucking him back in was filthy. 

He sat back, legs planted, hands locked on your hips, and fucked up into you so hard you saw stars. Your entire body bounced with every brutal thrust—his cock punching against your cervix, the fat head dragging over that swollen, needy spot inside you again and again until your back arched and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

Your orgasm crashed over you so violently your body locked up, cunt clamping down around him like a vice. You cried out—high, loud, broken—and Nanami bit your lip as he grunted, hips jerking up once, twice, before he stilled. His cock throbbed deep inside you, spilling hot cum into your pulsing cunt, so much it dripped out the second he pulled you off him.

You collapsed against him, panting, shaking, your sundress hiked up around your waist, legs splayed open across his thighs.

Just your heavy breaths and his low, even ones. His hand stroked your back, then slid lower—over your ass, to your slick thighs, to where his cum was starting to drip onto the seat.

“You made a mess,” he muttered. You mumbled something incoherent against his chest. He sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You giggled, barely able to lift your head. “Told you the dress was worth it.”

He shifted, tucking himself back into his slacks with practiced ease, then grabbed a handkerchief from the glovebox and slipped it between your legs.

“Clean up.” You mewled, lifting your hips weakly so he could wipe the mess from your thighs.

“You know,” you whispered, lazy smile spreading over your face, “we never made it to lunch.”

He glanced down at you. “You're not getting anything sweet for the rest of the day.”

You smirked. “Except you.”

His palm landed on your ass again—lighter this time. A warning. “Behave.”

“No promises.”

He closed his eyes like he was praying for strength. “Next time,” he said, voice low, “I’m tying your hands before we get in the car.”

You beamed. “Looking forward to it.”

a/n: SLUTT FOR MY NANAMINNN

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wip: sexually frustrated sukuna x gagged reader

cw: nsfw, sukuna

“And I’m not shaming you or your sex life by the way,” he adds, now crossing the line into over explaining because he is on a fucking mission right now. “I'm just letting you know that I’m an option. You’re fucking laughing, what’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing, I just thought you were done trying to persuade me.”

“I’m not. My cocks also fucking huge,” he says flatly, and that definitely catches your attention quicker than he thought it would. It encourages him to keep going. “You’d like it too.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I know how to use it?” he says, as if it were fucking obvious. “I’d probably give it to you just how you’d like without even asking.”

“Sounds like you daydream a lot.”

“More than you know,” he admits, the sexual frustration peeking through. “I’m also not lazy. If I know I’m hitting a spot that makes you feel good, I’ll keep going until you’re digging your nails into my back and cumming around my cock. I’ll fuck you through it too, and when you’re a crying mess? That’s when I know you're done. Not that I’ll stop. I’ll put you in a new position and do it all over again until you're worn out."

Your heart drops to your stomach. He’ll know you're done when you’re crying? You turn to look at your door for a moment while he rambles on. One side of you is thankful that it’s shut and locked, while the other side grows slightly concerned that you are alone in a room with Sukuna, who just basically just admitted he’d fuck you into a coma.

“And I like it ugly,” he casually goes on. “You’ll be crying and begging for more, then wonder why the fuck would you ask for that just seconds later. Tears running down your cheeks. Hair messy from me pulling on it. Cum all over your face, stomach, tits, leaking out of your pussy and dripping down your thighs.”

Oh my god?

“I’ll fuck it back into you too.”

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Older bf Toji seeing your girly room for the first time. Based on this request <33

Your bed looks like something straight out of a toy store display—a soft kaleidoscope of pastel sheets in pale pinks and mint green—all perfectly tucked around plushy pillows that feel like clouds.

Atop this cute haven lies a ridiculous mound of fluffy stuffed animals that you have collected, each one more oversized and comically soft than the last, their stitched eyes staring up at you. The entire bed is practically engulfed by them, with some spilling off the edges and onto the floor, a chaotic yet oddly comforting mess that you enjoyed because of how cozy it is. 

You hadn’t given much thought to it before—but now, the reality of it hits as you hear the creak of the doorframe. Your older boyfriend, with his broad, muscular frame and a presence that seems to fill every inch of the room, stands and fills the doorway of your bedroom.

His dark eyes flickered over the scene, a single eyebrow quirking upward as a slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his scarred mouth. There’s an unspoken amusement in his expression, as if he’s trying to decide whether this is a playful quirk or something he should tease you about for weeks to come.

“Awww, baby,” his deep voice dropped low, the kind of tone that sounds like he’s about to make a joke, and it made your stomach clench in embarrassment.

Then again, Toji never actually saw your room before, so you haven’t thought much about it since you loved collecting cute plushies and it became a habit whenever you’d see one at any store you go to. “You got enough stuffed animals here for a whole damn zoo”

You tried to huff it off, tossing a pout in his direction and mumbling something about how the plushies were just comfy to sleep with, But before you could even finish your sentence, Toji was already crossing the room with that easy, predatory grace of his, his presence making the space feel smaller, like he was the only thing that mattered. Big hands shooting out to curl around your hips and effortlessly lifting you up onto the bed in one swift move.

The mattress creaked under his weight, dipping significantly as he hovered above you—his 200 pounds of solid muscle sinking it deeper. Your poor bed wasn’t used to such a heavy presence—plushies tumbled around you, scattering in every direction, turning into a fluffy barricade of soft, haphazard shapes that seemed to envelop you both.

“Tojiii—“ you whined, your voice laced with a mix of embarrassment and frustration, as you squirmed in his grasp, trying to wriggle free from his hold. But he was already tugging your shorts down, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your soft thighs as he did. His gaze glinted with sheer amusement as the soft sound of a tiny bear plushie rolling across the bed and landing in his lap—it only seemed to add to the ridiculousness of the moment, its wide stitched eyes staring up at him innocently, as though it were an unwitting participant in your current predicament.

“What? You embarrassed?” He said it like a tease, but there was something darker in his tone as his fingers softly squeezed the soft flesh of your thighs. “C’mon, darling. I think it’s cute”.

You squirmed, heat flooding your cheeks as his knee nudged between your thighs, prying them apart with ease. You’d never felt smaller than you did beneath him when he’s leaning over you—massive, calloused hands framing your delicate upper thighs, plush toys squished between his beefy arm and your ribs while he fists his cock, and presses the blunt head against your entrance.

He lazily stroked himself, coaxing more pre-cum to dribble out from the plump tip of his cock, then dragged it slowly across the edge of your tiny entrance, smearing it teasingly right outside your hole.

He slowly feeds his tip into you and lets out a low sigh when your fluttering hole immediately clenches around the head. He continues pushing it in inch by inch, filling up your poor, empty hole until your back arches off the bed and your fingers fumble for something—anything to hold on and anchor yourself to because you know once toji starts, he’s always pounding you until theres a visible dent in the wall where the headbroad is—it happens all the time. Your hands landed on a soft bunny plushie that he bought for you a while back, and you clutched it to your chest like a shield.

“Ohhh, fuuuuck,” he moaned into your ear, hips jerking in sloppy thrusts, and driving himself deep into your tight, gummy walls before pulling back and slamming in again—jostling your helpless body up higher. “Now that’s a sight”.

“Tojiii, stop looking—!” you whimpered, voice trembling as he hits your G-spot. You were mortified, even as waves of pleasure ripped through you.

“Why would I? My cute girl’s stuffed full’a my cock on her bed of little plushies, hugging a bunny while I'm fucking her... might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen”.

The words made you moan, thighs shaking around his waist as he started pounding into you harder. Each thrust jolting the plush in your arms, your cheek pressed against its soft head while Toji's massive body caged you in.

He was relentless—one hand digging into your hip, the other braced beside your head so you don’t get hurt from the headboard, breath ragged and low curses spilling out every time you squeezed him harder and coat him with more and more layers of your creamy slick.

By the time you came, you were gasping into the bunny’s fur, toes curling under the covers and against his back, Toji groaning into your neck as he emptied warm spurts of his seed inside you.

Later, when you were tucked under the blankets, still flushed and worn out, he was messing with his phone while you dozed off in his arms. You didn’t notice the click of his camera until the next morning—when you rolled over and saw him grinning at his screen.

“What?” you mumbled curiously, barely half-awake.

“Nothing,” he said, turning it away. But you caught a glimpse—yourself in the photo, hair mussed, clutching that same bunny, sheets around your bare shoulders while you slept.

And now you knew why his lock screen made him smirk every time.

[hachiiiluv]

Rage-baiting reader who LOVES fucking with her pro-hero boyfriend.

Randomly texting him “How’s patrol?”

Like always, he answers with calling you because he can’t text with his big ass gloves. Its all according to plan.

“It fucking sucks.”

He sounds tired and definitely pissed off. You don’t blame him, a night shift in the streets full of the recklessness of the weekend will do that to any hero.

“Sucks as in boring or sucks as in chaos?”

“Sucks as in low grade idiots that can’t even live up to being villains are up and down the fucking city.”

Well, you were in the city. Nothing too unusual yet but you know that if you were to tell him he’d loose his mind. So you did tell him.

“I think you’re just unlucky because it’s pretty calm on my walk.”

Theres a pause on the line. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he hung up.

“What the fuck are you doing walking around the streets at midnight?”

“I had to run to the corner store because I was craving some of those cheap ice creams!”

“You’re at the one across the street?”

“No. The one on the-“

He almost smashed his phone in his bare hands.

“You’re at the one by that shady bar?! I told you not to walk alone at night and especially not there!”

“Yeah! The other corner store was out of stock. I had absolutely no choice.”

The store was fully stocked on the ice cream. You just wanted to take a risky walk to piss off your boyfriend. Not the best idea but his reaction felt worth it.

“Go back into the fucking corner store and wait. I’m coming to get you.”

“Mmm… no.”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his frustrated attempts at forming words. He was trying so hard not to yell at you.

“I’ll see you tonight, though. Love you!”

He was walking menacingly by your side five minutes later.

[hachiiiluv]

"i see your phone. stop it."

katsuki is looking, directly, at your camera. its propped against the napkin holder, as inconspicuous as possible, but you know that katsuki knows its recording.

“im not even going to do anything,” you whine. “just recording a little something for tiktok.”

“now im even more fucking concerned,” he grumbles. “every time your tiktok is involved you get in trouble and you bitch and moan about the bed you made.”

“you’re so mean to me.”

“and you won’t let me live in peace, tough shit.”

you shrug but ultimately, the phone stays recording, leaving katsuki to glare at it for a few more minutes before turning back to the table to eat his food.

he starts by crafting his first perfect bite, starting with a swirl of sauce as small talk continues to fill the air, roasted veggies nestled in his chopsticks comfortably. he asks you about your day, nodding along before finally bringing the bite to his mouth-

only for you to snatch it out of the chopsticks, jamming the veggies in your mouth.

katsuki’s jaw is agape, completely stunned at your audacity as you chew the vegetables, grabbing your own bowl and starting to eat.

“you can’t be fucking serious.”

“what?”

“there’s no way you just did that. no way.”

“did what?”

“i’ll literally light you on fire. you play way too much.”

that finally has you crumbling into a fit of giggles, unable to keep up the act of normality that you’d been hoping for. katsuki is just so fun to mess with, a domestic sense of humor that keeps your relationship healthy and thriving.

you test his patience every day. he puts up with it because he adores you.

“i seriously hate you,” he growls.

you swallow the bite, “no you don’t, baby.”

“i do. when is being a good sport gonna get me anywhere for fucks sake?”

you smile. you lean slightly with your lips pursed out as a means to ask for a kiss.

he returns the affection with a hum, letting you press a sticky kiss with a sweet giggle.

“alright,” he sighs. “maybe it does pay off sometimes.”

[hachiiiluv]

early mornings afternoons with toji are the best. they make him a little softer.

part 2 (angst)

"see something you like, doll?" he jests, eyes still low, face rife with sleep and voice raspy.

it's well into the early afternoon, because mornings with toji don't really happen. he's always out somewhere on the edge of tokyo, putting bullets in heads. and when shiu puts him out of business for the day, the fatigue of it all keeps him layed in bed until late.

you'd stired awake first as always, and been staring at toji. one hand combing through his stygian locs, and the other propping your head up. you took it all in - the curve of his jaw. the musk of his scent. rough callouses on his skin. the scar across his lips.

toji always sleeps holding you as if you'll fall apart if he doesn't. today was no exception. his arms, lacquered with muscle layed over your waist, head flat atop of your chest. heavy breaths filling the room lighten as his green eyes flutter open. awake.

"you're always watching me, ma." he says, pressing circles into your lower back, and letting a gutteral yawn out.

part of you knows that it's because you're scared. scared that one day, him taking too long to answer your messages, or staying out a day longer than promised won't mean just that. it'll mean that he's gone. layed somewhere with his face in the ground and a knife through his heart. so you savour him now, in hopes that it might hurt less later. because that's all you can do.

"just taking in the view, handsome." you lightly smile, jesting.

normally, toji's the one pinching blushes out of you and throwing silken complients your way like it's intrinsic to him. and on any other day, he would've one-uped you by now; had his hands roving around your inner thigh, then whispered a dirty thing or two into your ear.

but he doesn't, because he knows that look in your eye, when your thoughts begin to roam into dark places. because he knows that you're afraid. he cherishes you, like no other before.

he brings your hand up to his face, and presses a few kisses into it, not quite looking into your eyes.

"love you, mama. always."

" i'm all yours, you know?"

he never says things he doesn't mean.

"i love you too, toji."

"now let me show you exactly how much i love you, pretty." he says, pressing kisses along your waist and tugging your shorts down.

"cute panties by the way. i like the bows."

"toji! "

chat i have an angsty and/or freaky part 2 idea cooking. do i drop or nah

update yall comment if u want a tag in pt2 !!

[hachiiiluv]

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞’𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚…<MDNI>

(i just know he has telegram and some really weird google searches)

You’d just had a fight. One of those stupid, sharp ones that leaves a bitter taste on your tongue but stubbornness kept you from apologizing first. On impulse and spite, you grab Toji’s phone right out of his hand while sitting next to him on the couch.

Satisfied with your stealth, you scamper off to the bedroom and lock the door.

His iPhone XR is scuffed beyond recognition. He won it in a bet and says it still works…it dies at 35%. His screen protector is one of those shitty ones with a giant air bubble and a crack across the middle. Lucky for you, there’s no passcode.

First, you look at his notifications. Nothing too suspicious aside from hundreds of telegram messages from a group that makes you raise an eyebrow. ‘Midnight Assassin’s Inc.’ What the hell even is that? You don’t want to know. You scroll anyway, heart hammering and…yup. Definitely a crime ring disguised as a chat.

Next, you head to his notes app. A grocery list stares back at you. Eggs, protein powder, lube…..oh ok.., rope???? You hope it isn’t for you. (you hope it is) You keep scrolling. There’s a single, untouched note that just says your name. Absolutely no context. One journal-style paragraph about how you looked the first time you laughed at one of his jokes. It’s kinda poetic. A half-written plan titled “If she ever leaves me.” It includes a fake name, off-the-grid location and a boat. Then, a note titled “Shit I wanna do to her when—”. Each entry is more detailed than the last and way more explicit than your brain can handle. “Want her to ride my face then do a split on my di—” ok, moving on.

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. Your fingers tremble as you open his search history. “Do women like getting choked or am I going to jail?” You blink, caught off guard by the bluntness. “Sex positions for bad backs.” You can’t help but laugh quietly, cheeks warming. He’s ridiculous. “How to flirt without looking like you want to bite her”, “How to stop smiling at your phone like a simp”.

You’re giddy by the time you click on his photos. First, blurry gym pics with the flash on—accidental thirst traps. A photo of your feet…taken without your permission. A short video of you walking away from him—he’s zooming in and out on your ass and breathing heavy. You slap a hand over your mouth. But you can’t help but smile through it all. You feel so loved. Maybe not in a romantic way but it’s Toji’s way.

Yeah sure, you both are a little toxic but you love him and there’s no place you’d rather be. You let out a sigh and unlock the door. Your head hangs low as you make your way towards the living room. The walk of shame, if you will.

Toji’s voice cuts through your silence. “Find what you’re looking for?”

Your head stays down as you plop down next to him. “You’re stupid.”

He shrugs like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You did this to yourself. I don’t care what you see.”

A smile creeps back onto your face. Before you even think it through, you launch yourself at him, lips crashing against his in a messy, hungry kiss.

It’s so damn cute that he doesn’t care. That he’s this unbothered and open. You wanted to remind him who he belongs to with a kiss that says I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.

He caught you easily, hands sliding down your back like he’s been waiting for this exact moment all day.

Arguments forgotten. Phone secrets forgotten. Just you, him and a quiet fire only you two knew how to light.

☠︎︎𓆩𓆩♡𓆪𓆪 ☠︎︎

[hachiiiluv]

make-up sex after a fight

伏黒甚爾 ・toji fushiguro ／ smut . MDNI 18+

"stop being fucking mad at me." TOJI FUSHIGURO grunts, driving the point home by grinding his cock in deeper inside you. your thighs quiver where they're hooked around his waist, lewa slapping noises permeating the room. you keep turning your face, trying to angle it out of reach, or at least force the fury back into your expression. the grudge held like a phony talisman, meant to keep your pride immune from the way he's fucking you into the mattress. but it never works.

"i'm not-"

"hmph. you are." he nips at your shoulder. "you keep clenching up when i talk. 'cept here." his hips rear back, a wet squelch sounding from where you're joined, then he sinks back in with a grunt. "she's still so fuckin' sweet to me."

the truth stings worse than the fight itself: toji knows you cold. he knows exactly how to fuck you until your resentment feels misplaced and petty. hands that had been pushing against his chest find the sheets instead, clutching tight.

"was a stupid fight," he pushes in again, slowly, allowing you to luxuriate in the thick ridge and veins dragging along your walls.

"and you know it." pride makes you not answer.

"princess," he sighs. "you really gonna let me cum in this pussy while you're busy pretendin' to hate me?" you blink up at him. defiance radiating from every inch of your face.

"tch." the man even has the audacity to pinch the bridge of his nose, like you're the one being unreasonable. "so fucking stubborn." he reaches between your bodies, thumbing lazily at your clit. "you think i like walking out?"

rage bubbles back up at once. "you slammed the door and left."

"you knew i'd come back!" he snaps, not missing a beat. an especially brutal thrust has you seeing stars. "you want me to lie and say i don't care when i do?" you try to hitch your hips, to hurry him along but he held you down, eyes narrowing.

"go ahead and scream, curse me out, break something if you need to. but don't fall asleep hating me. that shit?" he shakes his head. "can't take that."

your words come out sharp, bitter. "so what’s the plan, fuck me into forgiving you?"

there's no hesitation in him when he grins wofishly, "exactly. if we fight in the morning, fine. but if we're sharing a bed, we fix it before we close our eyes. understood?" no thought forms before your head's nodding stupidly, not an ounce of resistance (or dignity) left. he sinks back in to the hilt, tip kissing your cervix.

"attagirl, now be sweet to me while i cum."

[hachiiiluv]

dry humping with nerd!reader and athlete!sukuna

warnings: smut, crude language, mdni

pt 1 2 3

you're in nothing but his jersey and a flimsy pair of panties — which are soaked through. your back is pressed against his headboard, spread open, thighs quivering as sukuna kneels between them.

he's shirtless, still damp from his shower, droplets clinging to the ends of his hair, tickling you as he buries his face in your neck. the scent of his body wash lingers on his skin. those gray sweatpants he wears after practice perched low on his hips are damp now too. not from the shower. from you.

his cock is hot and thick through the fabric, dragging up your soaked cunt. he slowly rolls his hips the pressure causing you to tip your head back, letting out a gasp.

you were supposed to drop off lecture notes and maybe watch something. you really wanted to watch that new bbc docuseries about mathematical patterns in the world. but right now, your glasses are sliding down your nose and you can barely catch your breath.

"are we going to watch something?" your voice is all broken and quiet. your eyes shutting closed from the pressure of his hips rolling into yours. his cock dragging right against your aching clit criminally slow. the friction making you gasp again, sukuna grinning smugly against your neck.

he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, his lips trailing along your jaw. "you're throbbing on my cock and you're asking about tv?" he rolls his hips down with so much pressure, a curse slips from your lips. "you're soaked and you're asking about tv," he murmurs teasingly.

you whimper, your shakey hands grabbing on to his broad shoulders as he ruts against you, your panties acting as a soaked barrier between you. you could feel the outline of his cock, the twitch whenever he rubs directly on your clit, the wet patch from his precum soaking into the fabric. your pussy clenches around nothing — needy, desperate.

his huge hands grip your thighs even tighter, keeping you anchored as he ruts into you, deep and achingly slow. you can barely breathe.

your hips jerk forward, needy and desperate, chasing the friction. "'kuna," the wet cotton clings to your pussy as his cock slides against your clit. your body jolts at the feeling, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"so fuckin' wet for me," he growls, breath fanning near your ear.

you moan — high pitched and greedy. back arching, your chest almost meeting his. your glasses fog, nipples pebble under his huge jersey, your cunt clenching and your thighs can't stop shaking around his waist. "it's too much," you cry, your hips ignoring just how wrecked you are, rocking up frantically, chasing your orgasm.

he looks down to where his dick is sliding through your wet panties, your slick all on his sweats. he grinds harder, slow. making sure you feel every movement, every twitch of his dick. "did the thought of a damn math documentary make you this fucking messy?"

and then, you're cumming. legs shaking, jaw slack, glasses sliding even further down the bridge of your nose. he keeps going, strong hands keeping you in place as he grinds through your orgasm. low groans spilling from his lips, vibrating his chest.

a squeeze of your thighs, his hips jerking a little more frantically. "fuck," he pants, dragging his cock through the wet spot on your panties again.

he groans and then you feel the hot spill of his cum against your clenched cunt. his cock twitching, soaking both his sweats and your ruined panties.

you're both panting.

"after the first episode," he breathes heavily, still slowly grinding against your soaked pussy, "gonna make you cry on my tongue."

🏷️: @sukunahs, @fayerie, @binmeister, @strawberrychita, @letteremi, @satorupi, @lily-bisque, @bistrocatxx, @spearofheaven, @caffine-exe

*running on queue for a couple of days*

[hachiiiluv]

I just need fuck buddy!sukuna next to you at a dinner with your peers. nobody knows the two of you are fucking. they all harp on the fact that you’re single, and spend a good chunk of the night trying to offer up prospective dates who you might like. you get all flustered and nervous, clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed. and sukuna…

he has to hold every ounce of anger back from flipping the table over and pointing out to each of these idiots that you are, in fact, his.

[hachiiiluv]

🜼 ⋆ toji hates when you cover your face whilst he’s fucking you dumb

tw: spıt, degradation, rough sēx !

“fuckin’ move your hand.”

his voice slices through the thick slap of skin on skin, ragged and breathless, but not any softer for it. his hips grind into you, deep and deliberate, cock dragging along your walls like he’s angry at them. like they’re the reason you’re crying already.

and maybe they are. maybe he is.

you cover your face anyway, forearm thrown over your eyes like it’ll save you. there’s snot on your lip, tears in your hairline, and your voice’s all broken up. you keep trying to tell him something—something about how it’s too much, how he’s too deep, how you can’t stop coming, and he just laughs, a sharp huff against your cheek.

“tch—again?” toji spits, a little amused. a little cruel. “can’t even take a proper fuckin’ dick without fallin’ apart, huh?”

your hand trembles where it shields your face, like it wants to fall. like it knows better. but then he shifts his weight, catches your wrist, and yanks it down to the bed with a slap of sweat-slick skin on cotton.

“wanna see your fuckin’ face when you cry.”

you whimper when toji says that and he simply grins.

“there she is,” he murmurs like he’s mocking tenderness, hips rolling slow now, filthy and sticky, cock buried in you to the hilt. he gives a rough thrust, then another—each one lifting your back off the bed, forcing your chest to arch. “s’pretty when you sob. keep lookin’ at me, baby. don’t go hidin’ now.”

you can’t. he’s so deep it’s nauseating. so thick it feels like your cunt’s gone loose and raw trying to keep him in. his pelvis presses right where it shouldn’t and it makes you jolt, a breathless little hiccup of pain and heat that makes your thighs twitch.

he notices. of course he fucking does.

“you like that? yeah, i know you do,” he pants, voice getting rougher now. his hair’s stuck to his forehead, eyes dark as sin. “cryin’ like a fuckin’ whore but keep squeezin’ me like you’ll die if i pull out.”

he grabs your jaw—his hand huge, fingers curling rough around your throat just enough to make your breath skip. your mouth falls open on instinct, dumb and wet and desperate for more, and he spits right on your tongue. doesn’t ask. doesn’t wait.

“swallow it.” and oh you do.

“good fuckin’ girl.”

he starts moving again, really fucking you now, rough and deep, his balls slapping up against your ass, wet and relentless. the bedframe creaks like it’s gonna break. your head knocks into the pillow with every thrust, dizzy and messy and barely present in your own skin.

“you think i’m gonna let you cum like this? when you keep coverin’ your face like a brat?”

you sob out a “no—no, please—i’m.. toji ngh, i’m sorry,” and he chuckles dark. leans down until your noses brush, until you’re forced to look up into those black eyes while he ruins you.

“yeah,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “you are sorry.”

and then he fucks you harder.