Dad!Neteyam only has sons with reader and he wants a little girl even if it means to have the 4th child?
“boys? ‘teyam?” you call into your marui, stepping inside for the night after a long day of tsahìk training. turning around to secure the flap, you feel a familiar pair of strong arms snake around your waist from behind. easing into his touch, you wrap your arms around his as he sways, gently rocking you side to side.
“mmm. hi.” you tilt your head slightly, giving him just enough access to trail soft kisses along the crook of your neck.
his voice is dark, laced with seduction as he speaks. “hi, mama.” his hands move from your waist up to your chest, where he cups your breasts. carefully kneading them, his thumb brushes your nipple ever so gently.
before you get too lost in his touch, you freeze, yanking his hands away and clearing your throat. “the boys!” you hiss, scanning around the marui for them.
he chuckles, and it’s not long before he’s behind you again. his hands find your hips now as he grinds himself against you, letting out a low groan. “they’re with my parents. for the night.” he adds, lips trailing over the pulse point in your neck.
you immediately relax against him, as he swiftly picks you up, carrying you to the mat where you sleep. his lips find yours, warm and desperate for your affection, as his fingers tangle themselves in your braids.
pinning you beneath him, he mumbles in between kisses “i want another.”
“hm?” you question, thumb stroking his cheek as you gaze up at him lovingly.
“another child. a daughter.” he mumbles against your neck, hiding his face in the crook. he shifts then, locking his eyes with yours. “is that something you want, too?”
your breath hitches in your throat. “y-yes, more than anything, but ‘teyam…it is not up to us.”
“i know. all we can do is try. are you willing to try, mate? is this what you want? another child?” he asks, brushing one of your braids from your face.
“yes. i want this. i want you.” you’ve never answered a question so fast in your life, and the confirmation was all he needed before his lips find yours again.
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tags: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, plus size fem!reader
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thinking abt trainer!bakugou who falls for one of his clients. you’re nervous because you didn’t expect the best trainer in the city to be hot as hell and have pretty, red eyes and how is he so much bigger than you? but he tells himself he’s not nervous at all when he sees your chubby cheeks, thick thighs, and pretty smile.
trainer!bakugou who gets a little pissy inside when you say your only goal is to “lose weight.” “that ain’t gonna cut it with me, sweetheart. gimme a better reason. i know you got at least one.” he wouldn’t usually press the issue, but part of him was annoyed. and truthfully, “to get stronger and gain confidence,” was a better answer anyways.
trainer!bakugou who’s not oblivious and notices how flustered you get whenever he touches you during instruction. he stays professional; he’s not gonna bring it up or do more than absolutely necessary. but if he’s honest, sometimes he has to hold back a smirk.
trainer!bakugou who simultaneously pushes you a little harder than you think he should but also goes easy on you, too. who celebrates every success you have with a bigger grin than usual, but no one who knows him is stupid enough to point that out.
trainer!bakugou who you’ve assumed is constantly flushed because he has rosy cheeks, but it’s really because has to keep his thoughts from wandering whenever you’re around… especially when you wear those damn leggings that fit just right. he knows better than to stare unnecessarily, but he also has to do his job because you’re paying him good money for his work.
trainer!bakugou who tries to ignore the fact that he finds himself going home painfully hard after every session. who tells himself he’s just horny, but his thoughts always wander towards you when he takes his dick out. he’s definitely wondered if you go home and do the same thing he does, thinking of what you’d look and sound like fucking yourself, moaning at the thought of him.
trainer!bakugou who (probably) has no idea that you go home with ruined panties every time you see him because the sound of his voice and the look in his eye and the heat of his hands is too hard to ignore. you’d be absolute mortified if he ever knew you went home and immediately grabbed something to fill your aching cunt.
trainer!bakugou who’s more bothered than he should be when you tell him you have to stop training with him because you can’t afford the extra cost. he knows he’s about to do the stupidest thing he’s ever done if it ends badly, but he does it anyways. “well, if… if you want, we can workout together sometime. no trainin’ or nothin’.” he can see the smile on your face, yet somehow he’s surprised when you say yes. “you know what? yeah. i can do that. some company would be nice.”
trainer!bakugou who definitely isn’t your trainer anymore, but he seems to find a lot more excuses to “help” than he used to… even when he knows you don’t need it. one day, you’re feeling bold and call him out with a playful look. “y’know, you said you’re ‘just trying to help,’ but i think you’re looking for an excuse to put your hands on me.”
trainer!bakugou who sees the glint in your eye and takes his chance. “yeah, i am. i like the way your body feels. ‘s that a problem, pretty girl?” he watches your entire face turn red and he smirks. “i think you know i’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” you offer. “then we should find a better place for me to do this, huh?”
trainer!bakugou whose hands are rough and strong and grip you tightly as he holds you up against a wall near his front door. his kisses are hot and fervent as he groans, grinding into you.
trainer!bakugou who lets you push him back onto his bed, pull down his shorts, and do what you’ve been thinking about for weeks as your lips graze his hard cock. you moan from the taste of his skin and how perfectly he doesn’t even come close to fitting in your hand. soon, you’re making a spit covered mess of yourself as you suck his dick. you don’t even care because he’s moaning and panting, bucking his hips into your throat, his hand in your hair.
trainer!bakugou who pulls you off his cock with a groan in his throat. he shoves you back onto the bed and takes your leggings and panties off in one fell swoop. he’s kissing and groping his way across your skin, eager to get any part of you he can in his mouth as he takes off your clothes.
trainer!bakugou who’s stretching your pretty cunt out so perfectly with his cock as he fucks you hard. your breath catches after every moan when he hits a sweet spot, one that makes you shudder. “this is what you fuckin’ needed, isn’t it, princess? needed my cock for so long, haven’t ya?” he says with hot breath. you nod dumbly, lost for words.
trainer!bakugou who can’t get enough of you and your perfect, soft stomach and the way your tits move. his head is spinning from the way you’re squeezing and pulling him back in with every thrust. the way you’re moaning louder the harder your hips meet makes him grip you tighter.
trainer!bakugou who feels your fingernails dragging down his back and groans into your skin. who tells you everything he’s held back as he watches your eyes roll. “d’you have any fuckin’ clue how long i’ve wanted this? how many times i’ve stroked my cock thinkin’ of your ass and thighs? thinkin’ of this pretty little pussy? hmm?”
trainer!bakugou who’s determined to never let you forget that he knew he wanted you the day he met you and not a day later.
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