GUYS. What If Fuck Buddy Sukuna Catches You Out One Night, But Instead Of Being With Your Friends You're

ovulating with satoru is hell. you want him to bend you every which way and slut you so badly that your claws literally dig in your thighs to stop you from jumping on him.

humping the bed when he’s not around, staying extra long in the shower to play with yourself, you would spiral.

if he were to fuck you while you were ovulating, there was no chance in hell; he wouldn’t take the chance to cum inside you, and you wouldn’t want to stop either.

one day, you couldn’t help yourself, you had to have him. he just got out of the shower with the towel hanging low, showing his happy trail and his wet hair.

he looked so fucking good, you couldn’t just ignore it, so you jumped on him and started to ride him without a care in the world.

he let you take him over and rock your hips on top of him with your hands placed on his chest and your head thrown back.

“ahhh, fuck, this feels so fucking good.” your teeth biting down on your lower lip, and your eyes squinted, trying to take in his dick pushing into your sweet spot.

this is what you needed. something big and hurt by stretching you out and pulsing against your walls, not your fingers or grinding against a bed.

satoru shifted as you clashed down on him repeatedly. you felt so good that he didn’t know what to do or say; the only thing that could come out were a series of moans and groans.

your pussy tightening around him every time his tip hit or grazed your sweet spot, and your stomach sucking in trying to hold in your climax.

if it weren’t for restraint, you would’ve come right then and there on his dick, but you wanted to enjoy this and savor it.

satoru’s hands that were placed firmly on your hips to keep you in place from falling by how you were bouncing on his dick, sliding up to your shirt, and sliding under the fabric.

gripping your breast and playing with your nipples, the sensitive sensation sending chills down your spine and a lump in your throat.

“stop… stop don’t i’m gonna cum.” if he kept messing with your nipple, you were going to explode, but your body didn’t hold out on your strain.

your pussy clenches once more before your back arches, and your mouth falls open as you start jolting on top of him.

this went on for hours and days of you clinging onto him to please you, and he did.

your walls were pulsing and craving for him every minute of the day. it felt so good when he was finally inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

as much as you were scared he was going to lose it and cum inside you, there’s no way he could wear a condom, you had to feel his flesh.

so the only thing you could rely on was hope and plan b.

but to both your surprises, it was you who was begging him to cum inside you, arching your back, and fucking yourself onto him to feel every single inch.

“give it to me, please, cum inside me.” he didn’t even hesitate and pushed his cum deep inside of you, even letting it leak out.

“look at that,” with a sly smirk on his face. that night, satoru rushed to the nearest store and got what he needed, and you took it.

the next day, you were in your right mind and embarrassed.

“ugh, i don’t want to talk about it.”

18+ mdni; suggestive

snow leopard!gojo wants to take care of you so badly. he wants to groom you just the way he does himself. he will literally lick your skin and the tickling sensation makes you laugh. he peeks at you with his big blue eyes, proud that you're enjoying this.

he licks and nips at the soft skin of your stomach, gently sinking his teeth into you every so often just to give you a little toothy grin when you quietly gasp at his antics. he nuzzles his nose at your skin as he moves up on your body.

his tail is trails over your thighs as he hovers above you and he doesn't miss how you shiver below him. he's trying so hard to not focus on the fact that you taste so good, that you smell so good – he's just trying to clean you. he's being a good boy right now, he's not thinking about anything else other than taking care of you. he's not thinking about the way you're slowly but surely starting to take in bigger and deeper breaths. he's not thinking about how warm you are. how you're grinding into his knee, the one that's very convienently resting right between your thighs. how warm you are. he's not thinking about the way your hands are buried in his pearly white locks, the way your fingers are grazing at his soft, fuzzy ears. he can hear your heartbeat and he can now really smell you, too. satoru closes his eyes and lowers himself further down onto you, his skin brushing against yours as he continues to lick at your neck.

he wants to bite down stronger. he wants to hear you – he wants you to gasp, he wants you to mewl for him. he just wants you to let him know how good he's doing:(((( he wants your praise and he wants your attention:(((( he never wants to let you go, to let you leave – you look so pretty here underneath him. his baby.

HALP

long distance relationship tobio who unconsciously releases pent-up sexual frustration by exercising more, so every time you see him he's in unbelievably good shape. sculpted by the hands of god, cover of a fitness magazine, turning heads in the street kind of good shape. this in turn results in you not being able keep your hands off of him, and therefore you spend practically your entire limited visit together fucking, which means when he goes back to work he's sexually frustrated. rinse repeat

This is the Baby Money Yoda, reblog in the next 60 seconds of seeing this to receive a blessing from our green bean prince.

there’s post nut clarity and then there’s post nut wtf. did that really just fucking happen?

the latter is how you feel as you stare up at the ceiling of your bedroom and feel the tear streaks drying on your face as you replay in your mind how your best friend just got done fucking you within an inch of your life after you made a cheeky remark earlier in evening.

teasing him about how over dramatic his past lovers must have been. you’ve seen this guy fumble a casual interaction checking out at the store. he’s always too oblivious when people flirt with him at bars. you’ve seen your best friend slam the door in a random cute girl’s face bc he didn’t realize there was someone else entering the building behind him.

there’s no way he has any game in bed. the few exes he briefly managed to date that always come crawling back for another chance have to be faking it to make him feel better. he’s just so…awkward.

you tell him as much one night, hanging out at your place, with a laugh and the gall to say “i bet you don’t even know how to make me feel good, and i’ve known you for years”

the next few details are a blur, but you don’t think you’ll ever get the image of your best friend’s eyes looking up at you between your thighs while he uses his mouth and tongue on you like a man starved. you were on your third orgasm when your eyes started to water from overstimulation and he just.kept.going.

you two have never minded being in each other’s space but you’ve certainly never been this close, with his forehead pressed against your own and legs thrown over his shoulders while he pounds into you at a steady pace. your breaths intermingling and it being hard to tell where one person ends and the other person begins because he’s just so damn close.

but the most shocking part that you’ll definitely be hearing again when you sleep tonight is the way he spoke to you. he touched your body so confidently and yet his words were full of praise and worship for you. thanking you for making him feel oh, so good. “so good, so so good” was his mantra. how your body is perfect and he loves making you feel good. so much in fact that you come on his cock two more times before he finished himself.

your best friend who you were so sure had no game in bed just ruined you for anyone else. and your post nut wtf moment has you realizing there’s no way you can let him do this with anyone else again.

— habit

based on an ask i got but accidentally deleted by @heathertheheathen123456

cw: minors dni, fwb!, smut sorta lol

you haven’t seen him in two weeks. which some people would say is fair, he’s not your boyfriend but now you’re used to bakugou katsuki. he’s part of your routine and there’s nothing worse about having a human being as a habit. especially one that’s a professional hero.

he’s a habit that you only see at night, in your bed, sometimes your sofa when you guys can’t make it to your room. sometimes he turns up to your house freshly showered and refreshed, just to have his face between your legs and leave after. sometimes he’s tired and exhausted after work, dirt smudged on his nose and to his luck you’ll get down on your knees for him.

you usually see him twice a week but now you’re about to start clawing the walls, twitching to get this man back in your house. you’ve not seen him for two weeks now, due to simple busy schedules on both sides. you’ve even got your phone out to text a guy you were seeing before bakugou but you threw your phone back on your bed in a huff. bakugou katsuki’s dick in particular is a habit.

which is why when he’s buried deep in you, hitting your sweetest spots with your knees by your temples, you’re ready to smash the phone that keeps violently ringing on your bedside table.

the man above you groans, punctuating with a thrust that has your back arching off the bed. there’s a shiny film on his forehead from the overwhelmed, overstimulated feeling he gets from you. you’re soft, you’re beautiful, you need him. bakugou just wants to enjoy you, pleasure you and perhaps have you come on his tongue right after.

but no, his fucking work phone keeps ringing and vibrating against the wood right next to framed photo of you and your friends.

“bakugou,” you whine, extending the last syllable of his name. despite your next comment, you cling to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he thrusts again. “answer the phone before i smash it.”

bakugou gnaws down on his bottom lip, stuffing his head in your neck to flick his hips into you. he knows what a phone call from his work phone means, he also knows it’s definitely not something he should be letting go to voicemail repeatedly. people are probably under attack somewhere but imagining pulling out you now feels close to hellish.

“for fuck sake,” he says through gritted teeth.

“i’m sorry,” you mumble mindlessly, kissing behind his ear. bakugou’s chest warms as you softly blink at him. he should be the one saying that to you.

instead he grabs the vibrating device, vividly feeling his brain switching to hero mode. he just wants a day off with you.

“what?” he growls.

your eyes widen at the voice through the receiver, you’ve never heard anyone speak to bakugou like that. perhaps maybe you once when you woke up one morning and noticed the necklace of bruises he left around your neck.

“why the fuck aren’t you picking up your phone? we need you in the east side of the city, your team’s already been dispatched,”

the voice continues ranting at bakugou and to everyone’s surprise, bakugou barely says a word. he just stares down at your face, the softness, the disappointment yet understanding in your eyes. then between your bodies, where you’re both joined. he rubs his thumb over your clit once before pulling out, snapping hard as a pole against his chest. you gasp at the emptiness but bakugou tries to make up for it covering you with a blanket and shaking his head slowly.

“yeah, i’m fuckin’ comin’. i’ll set a plan when i arrive.”

he hangs up with a sigh, rubbing his hand across his face. you linger on his muscled chest, his tense shoulders and the hard thick limb standing shiny with your slick. you guess having men as sexy as this in your bed comes with its drawbacks like him needing to save the world before either of you get to come.

“fuck, i’m sorry sweetheart,” he says and you feel molten. he pulls on his underwear, not bothering to clean you off him and yanks on his jeans. he leans over your bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “i can come over after if you’re not asleep or tomorrow?”

he feels as if he’s pleading, close to begging. pausing for a moment for your answer. there’s no time for waiting and he can’t seem to get that through his hero head yet. you understand the pressure though.

“probably tomorrow, no worries. it comes with having routines with proheros, right?” you smile tucking the blanket right under your chin.

he tugs on his tshirt, “okay, cool. i’ll text you.” awkwardness settles in as he walks towards your bedroom door, about to grab his boots to dart out.

“okay.” you bite down on your lip, “i’m gonna be thinking about you while i fix the problem you left.”

bakugou’s pupils darken and you notice how he grips your door frame, “don’t test me sweetheart, you know i’m still hard for you.” he grunts, “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“see you.”

then your habit is out the door to save the city.

ugh i need to drink with post-graduate suga i just know it would fix me >_>

❤︎ ˖  ݁ . 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒

an anthology series starring boxer sukuna ryomen and his pretty angel (you, most obviously) whom he loves and adores

𝓸𝓷𝓮 . . . your first meeting

⭑ a tiny little blurb depicting the first time he sees you, followed by the first time you properly meet outside of a bar

𝓽𝔀𝓸 . . . a dream clad in pink

⭑ he buys you pastries from the bakery around the corner after your first time having sex and eats you out in your kitchen while the coffee brews [based off of this]

𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 . . . be my baby

⭑ after a few dates, he asks you to be his

𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻 . . . stargirl interlude

⭑ the fun with sukuna ryomen does not stop, even after you get home from a night out at the club

𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 . . . the sun rises when you look at me

⭑ you and sukuna ryomen have sex in the early morning after a restless night

more scenes to be added in the future . . . ❤︎

xoxo, roma ꪆ୧ hello everyone ૮꒰っ´༥'ς꒱ i am here with a little something that will be updated whenever inspiration strikes! because boxer sukuna ryomen is rotting my brain huhu