XMAS DINNER GOES WRONG – 정우영

*looks around* hmm..seems like your inbox is a lil empty..

Bakugo + Midoriya having a threesome with the reader? ;’3

Midoriya & the reader are in a relationship but Midoriya has kinda had a fantasy about having you & Bakugo at the same time, so eventually Midoriya tells Bakugo this and they arrange a time to do it.

all you get is Midoriya bouncing you on his cock, giving a nice, warm load inside of your cunt and once he pulls out, Bakugo licks and cleans up the mess Midoriya made inside your pussy 🤭

-🩸

WHOO.. that'll do it. 😮‍💨/pos

two man job.

It started with a dream izuku had. You and your boyfriend lying in your bed, you had your face nuzzled into his chest eyes shut as your breath was steady. Your body rising and setting as you breathe rhythmically, izuku didn't notice this little detail about himself until you pointed it out one time. He sometimes tries to match his breathing with yours, he feels as if your souls are connected when you two breath in sync. Its silly really but honestly sweet in its own.

Izuku kisses the top of your head shoving his nose in your hair inhaling your sweet smell deeply as he closes his eyes to go to sleep. Honestly izuku hadn't realized he even went to sleep, this was one of those times where his dream felt a little too....real.

Everything was slightly foggy yet so surreal. The colored were the same, the setting the same as your bedroom. The sheets messy and being clutched tightly by small hands, shaking and being rocked back and forth just as the bed izuku happened to be sitting in as well.

He looked around before his gaze settled upon...you. your face being shoved into your very own sheets, ass in the air as you were getting your back blown out. Your sweet moans ringing throughout his ears as you stare directly at your boyfriend. He was horrified. But....also turned on?

No..this can't be real. His poor cock twitching and straining inside of his shorts. He focused his gaze back onto you, tears filling your eyes as loud grunting can also be heard above you, the same hand that held your head down into the bed following the rough movements of your body's.

Izuku let's his eyes slowly trail up, following where the arm led only to find his very own best friend staring directly at him with the most shit eating grin ever. A deep chuckle leaving the disheveled blond, strands of his light hair sticking to his reddened forehead as he sweat. He had his hand gripping your hair and lifting your head slightly so izuku could see you better.

Tears falling down your face your eyes glossy and struggling to keep eye contact. Rolling back and spit even dripping down your chin, it looked as if you were in heaven.

Izuku was in utter shock..there was no way in hell he could fuck you better...you hated katsuki. Well, not hate. Just strongly dislike. Regardless of how funny he is in your opinion, you seem to hold alot against him.

Izukus eyes went back down to his cock, it was leaking so much pre cum it's like it had a mind of its own.

“ go on, deku.. let ‘er suck you off.”

His head whipped back up to where the deeper voice came from, he looked to you seeing your mouth wide open with your tongue lolled out a small smile on your face as your hair was being pulled. You tried to stutter out as much words as you could, telling your man to let you have it. Katsuki cooed to you calling such filthy names like a 'slut' and a 'dirty girl' ..... his dirty girl.

Now that just wouldn't do... In izuku and katsuki fashion, it only made sense to your boyfriend to have his way with you....your mouth at least.

But just as it begins, the night never lasts long enough. Poor izuku was woken up out of his dream before he even got it out of his pants. His cock hard and at attention begging to be stroked. He groaned and stretched as you giggled, his eyes slightly opening fogging up his vision all around you.

You looked like an angel in his eyes, even with your lazy and sleep ridden look. You were perfect. That little smile on your face as you shook him awake one of your hands on his chest while you stared down at him.

“ morning sunshine.”

Izuku snorts as he relaxes in your touch, his eye sight bettering as he blinks a couple of times. Long lashes batting as he offers you a love filled smile.

“ good morning, beautiful.”

His voice was always deeper when he's just woken up or even when he's extremely tired and sleep laced his voice. It's always a good look for him. You giggle and plant many kisses to his freckled face making him chuckle beneath you and pull you on top of him.

You straddle his hips not quite letting your pelvis meet with his, because of this you don't notice his "morning wood".

“ you must've slept well, hm?”

You question him, he blinks a couple of times fully aware of his problem. He figured you were clueless to it and decided to beat around the bush.

“ hm, why do you say that, love?”

You giggle and ruffle his already messy and bed ridden hair. It was getting quite long, izuku thought to himself. Regardless you wouldn't quite let him cut it, and boy were you a force to be reckoned with. Once your mind was set on something you couldn't quite let it go so easily. You preferred his hair longer, especially after his whole half shaved head phase.

He chooses not to call it a phase considering it was more of a forced thing, but y'know.

“ ah, my hair.”

“It only gets like this when you sleep like you haven't had a good sleep in eons!”

You joke to your lover, both of you laughing together before you get out of bed. Izukus quick to sit up and try to have his shorts wrinkle so it doesn't look like he's hard. Despite the truth.

“ c'mon, let's get something to eat before we head in.”

He nods as you head towards your bathroom to do your daily routine. The two of you stayed on your college campus along with more of your peers from your highschool days. With there not being much to do regarding heroism for izuku he's been studying hard for other things.

It made your heart wrench thinking he may not get to live the dream he always wanted which is why you personally strived to use your power for good. For him.

As your day is long and feels as if it'll never end, classes taking forever to end and time going as slow as it ever could. You're finally released, however you have extra work to do. You hated when your teachers gave you extra things to do like the work itself isn't tiring.

It was lucky though you had a study group of your friends; katsuki, izuku, kirishima, and more! You always had fun with them, they had an amazing way to make even the most boring things fun. The jokes they told, the snacks you'd eat, and just spending time with one another. You never wanted it to end.

As you were filled with joy and laughter from the sweet time you were sending with your friends, izuku on the other hand had his nose buried in his textbooks. His mind was hyper focused on the dream he had...what really cracked his mind was he couldn't quite figure out if it upset him or not...

From them on it was a common thing for izuku. While the dream never reoccurred, the thoughts of it did. The vivid daydreams getting more frequent and even more realistic. You and katsuki were sitting at your table, you on top and him, surprisingly in his chair, just chatting it up like you do. Nothing out of the ordinary.

It's not uncommon for izuku to watch you, everyone knows this. Since the war izuku has picked up on some habits that haven't disappeared despite the passing years. Being hyper observant is one of them.

Izuku watched you two closely, everything seeming normal for him until....the thoughts started rolling in. His brows furrowed as they clouded his brain, nothing else seeming to be able to get through to him besides the smutty images he imagined.

Suddenly out of no where, katsuki stood up his chair sliding back with the loudest screeching noise against the floor. He looked you deeply in your eyes, his warm hand squeezing your bare thigh and going underneath the skirt you decided to wear today. It trailed in-between your thighs, going to touch and grade the sensitive skin and even snap against your panties.

His thumb circling your cunny, feeling the print of it out and rubbing gently. Soon he started to slowly move closely to your cunt, lolling his tongue out to lick a stripe up your panties and then quickly moving them to the side. He delved his tongue inside of you the second he could.

You there your head back spreading your legs open as wide as they could before katsuki decided to throw it over his shoulder, katsuki managed to peek up over your leg and stare izuku directly into his eyes sending a shiver down his spine.

How could katsuki do this....eat his girlfriend out in front of him?! Was he mad? Izuku held so much anger from his past regardless of how much he said he didn't....anger filled izuku, and so many more emotions as well, ones he didn't want to think about any longer. How could katsuki do this.

Except.....he didn't. None of it was true.

As izuku hastily stood up making his chair scrape against the ground loudly catching the attention of everyone in the classroom. Everyone suddenly shot their attention to an enraged izuku, he looked so upset and sweaty breathing heavily as he stared directly at katsuki.

A confused katsuki however couldn't believe what he was seeing. In all honesty it was funny to him. Popping a smirk he stood as well scoffing and looking izuku up and down.

“ somethin’ wrong?”

It was clear to you that katsuki was just teasing, but to izuku.....

You quickly pulled izuku out of the class, a still humoured katsuki following. He was breathing heavily and visibly upset. You couldn't explain your boyfriend's actions and to tell the truth neither could he.

He couldn't even look at you, you had taken him to he library. There was a hidden spot where some people would hang out, it was quiet and unseen but the cameras. Hidden behind some bookshelf's that had been moved some time ago and became a regular handout spot, one of the volunteers who had seen the three of you walk in quickly came to the back before anyone got a word out explaining the Library would shut soon.

With a quick nod you address your boyfriend, what was that? Why was he acting this way? He'd been this way for a while and he hasn't spoken to you or even tried to at all. It was concerning. You didn't know why the fuck katsuki was there.

“ I.... I'm sorry. I don't know what that was.... I don't know what's wrong with me.”

He was breathing heavily and let his head hesitantly fall onto your shoulder which absolutely broke your heart. You whine and hold him close kissing his head and telling him softly that it's all okay, that he just needs to talk to you.

As concerned as katsuki was, he refused to let izuku sulk like this. He's been through far too much to not talk to you guys.

“ spit it out. what's wrong with you.”

Izuku sniffed, raising his head from the comforting spot on your body and rubbing his eye. He sighed heavily staring at the two of you, how you stood next to each other staring right back at him with almost the same expression.

He was scared. He couldn't explain to his girlfriend and his best friend that he had a sex dream about the two of them, it turned him in terribly so that its been clouding his brain like a reoccurring fever. He couldn't just down right say that now could he, you would think he was disgusting. Disgraceful. Disgrac-ting!!

He sighed once more straightening up and clearing his throat, before speaking.

“ nothing, nothing! I... I'm fine. I just needed to get out of there, y'know?”

Neither of you believed that bullshit. The look you both gave each other said it all in fact. You seen that katsuki wasn't gonna let this go however, just as he opened his mouth you slapped his shoulder and turned back to your boyfriend. The blond obviously upset about why you'd just hit him.

“ okay izuku. we trust you.”

You give him a polite smile and he chuckles kissing your cheek and thanking you, saying he'll see you later and walking away to retrieve your bags left in the classroom.

“..... you fucking joking? no we do not believe that wack ass shit.”

“ I know dammit but he must've been embarrassed, whatever it is he might notve wanted to talk about it publicly.”

As you give katsuki a knowing smirk you quickly haul off to your dorm. He only groaned before following you out of the shutting library.

You had your boyfriend alone once more, stroking his messy hair a few strands of the beautiful green mix coiling around your fingers bringing a small grin to your face. He leaned down to kiss his forehead waking him from his half sleep daze, he brings his attention up to you wide eyes blinking a few times before he smiles widely at you. He had such a beautiful smile and his slight smile lines and he eye crinkles that formed when he smiled hardly was absolutely perfect to you. He was the cutest.

Your smile falters as you think about the events that happened not too long ago. You really were worried, it wasnt like him to experience anything like that...anymore. maybe he was getting war flashbacks? It upsets you that your mind always jumps to the horrible experience you were all put through as kids all those years ago, but who knows. Maybe his past still haunts him.

“ zuku.. ”

His smile slowly fades, the tone of your voice, the way you looked so seriously at him. He definitely knew what this was about as he sighed and already shoved his head into the pit of your neck inhaling your sweet scent and shutting his eyes, unbeknownst to you to keep his tears back..

“ ..do y’wanna talk about what happened?”

Another breath leaves him, a small mewl as well. It was weak and extremely feint but full of embarrassment and even sadness. Dare you say: you could tell.

“ I'm sorry...i caused a scene.”

You hear him hardly even whisper in your ear. His voice was groggy due to the lack of talking he had done and he was certainly repenting himself for the way he let his mind be easily fooled by himself. Unknowing how to tell fiction from reality.

“ ‘ku, I don't care about that. are you okay? what really happened back there, you seemed as if you wanted to lunge at katsuki.”

You were trying to instigate what exactly happened without upsetting him. You didn't want him to take anything the wrong way, you just felt like you had to see if he was okay. But you swore to yourself if he told you it was nothing you wouldn't push....for now.

“ I just.....”

Suddenly his brain ached. He didn't know what to do, it wasn't as if he could just tell his girlfriend about his dreams and apparently now fantasies! It was disgusting of him, let alone the fact that in each one he was some sort of cuck who couldn't even touch his own girlfriend!

Maybe that's why he was so quick to rage.... i mean sure seeing someone else do things to your partner, no one wants to really see that. but maybe it was the fact he himself never got to touch you in these smutty daydreams.

The realization hit izuku hard, had him thinking and whatever little tears there were evaporating. He was still stuck in thought, hardly hearing the way you tried to snap him back to reality by softly calling his name.

“ izuku..?”

“ izuku.”

With a small 'huh' leaving his lips, he moves from your neck to face you, those beautiful eyes seemingly filled with light again.

“ oh, sorry. i forgot what were we talking about...”

Izuku gave you a weary apologetic smile, all wobbly and adorable. You couldn't hate him even if you were to just so happen and try. You smile back at him giving a couple of kisses to his sweet baby like face.

“ I was just asking what happened earlier.”

And suddenly the feelings of embarrassment came flooding back to him. He didn't know what to say, but as he looked in your eyes he could tell he was safe with you. So with a heavy sigh he grabbed your hands and squeezed them tight, bringing them up to his lips to place a few gentle kisses to the back of your hands and across your knuckles.

A small giggle leaves you whilst you await for his answer. He was hesitant, his mouth opening and shutting in a goldfish like manner. He gulped down before looking taking his gaze away from you, he felt better like this. As if he could speak to you if you weren't looking at him; judging him with your eyes.

“ ....I keep having these.. sort of dreams I suppose.-”

The only thought in your mind right now was how you were right..but no...you couldn't smile yet, he might see and get upset..

Izuku paused for a minute trying to find his words, how he should tell you.

“ they...they're really uh, graphic...? you could say.”

“....in what way.”

Dammit..you just had to ask! Now he couldn't really beat around the bush regarding the lewd details!

“ mm.. in an inappropriate way.....I guess.”

Huh. Well that's definitely not what you thought he would say that's for sure. You figured it'd be similar to something else....

He seen the way your face contorted from confusion to surprised. He was sick to take his eyes off of you once more, he couldn't handle the way you looked at him so intensely...

“ it uh, started as a dream you could say and....kinda morphed into sorta daydreams..?”

“ uh huh?”

“ they..because constant and more frequent, even when I didn't want to think about them they'd take over my brain!”

He squeezed your hand a few times in between his speech. You figured the reason he kept pausing was to keep himself level headed and to refrain from rambling, he had a knack for that and you guessed the cute factor about him never really disappeared.

“ well...what were they about?...were they about me?”

You asked him, it's not like you were going to judge him. He didn't need you to really reassure him too much on that, it was just a little scary for him to figure out how to tell you....all, of the details.

“ yes! yes, they were— ”

“ oh! good.”

Good? Why good? Would you have hated him if they were about anyone else? If they included anyone else? Of course you would, what type of question is that. Any normal person would resent and despise of their partner if they found out they were thinking about someone else and getting turned on from it! He felt his stomach swirling, this definitely wasn't any butterflies he's experienced before... He groaned for a sec before his eyes shot to you, much without thinking of what he was saying

“ why good... would- would you hate me if it was with someone else..”

His thoughts becoming a reality, almost like he was interrogating you himself. At the sudden switch up, his eyes filled with clear sights of fear you had to quickly come up with an excuse

“ oh, well....not good I guess just. I'd prefer to y'know? be at peace of mind knowing you think about me.”

He hummed at your response nodding his head slowly as his eyes trailed away. That was a fair point of view he figured...

“ was it about someone else?”

His eyes blew wide and they flickered from you and the wall he was previously staring at to keep himself calm.

You scoff slightly not upset just more....surprised. you've been surprised alot this evening that for sure. However izuku took your scoff the wrong way, immediately jumping up and into your lap, pushing you back and stammering on his words to find an excuse or a reason for you to understand what he was trying to say. Rambling on and some of his words even being incoherent.

“ wellimeanitsnotthatiwasttryingtoupsetyouipromiseitwasntistaboutyouiswearifitmakestoifeelbetteritevenhadkacchaninityknowicantcontrolthesethingsificouldipromiseiwouldonlythinkaboutyouiknowthatsnotanokayexcuseijustneedyoutounderstandiloveyousomuchpleasedontleavemeyoudontunderstand— ”

You could hardly even understand him. But what you DID hear however, was katsukis name.

“ hold on..”

He immediately stopped, looking down at you with those pretty ass eyes of his. They were full of regret, love and so much more. He was so damn expressive and emotional his eyes could tell everything in a second. You held his face staring him deep in the eyes as you pulled him closer, ketting your forehead lie on each others

“ okay...slow. down. I cannot understand you when you ramble like this zuku! I do recall hearing katsukis name though, elaborate on that.”

As you let go of him, that only being a tactic to try and get him to understand and calm himself, you try to get him to talk about the mention of katsukis name. As that was really all you understood.

Izuku crawled off of you, a new feeling taking over his body. He didn't want to explain anything but...he really did have to. He felt like he needed to, like this was a secret he couldn't keep from you any longer.

“ I had a dream about you and kacchan.”

This time as izuku spoke he was completely serious, trying to keep his cool as he stared you directly into the eye. You figured the dream he must've been referring to wasn't that bad...until it dawned on you...

He said before that he had an "inappropriate" dream....mind you, as he said they were kind of about you; the first thing your mind did wander to was maybe a sex dream or maybe fantasies of him having sex with you in one of your teachers classrooms. But..that wouldn't explain why he nearly blew up at katsuki earlier that evening...

“i— ”

“ do you have fantasies about me having sex with katsuki?!”

Oh fuck. Why for the love of everything nice and sweet did you have to word it that way. Now he feels and practically sounds like a pervert! He blushed a bit turning his face away from you as he let a whine of defeat out, there was no hiding it or even beating around the bush anymore.

He nods slowly not able to keep eye contact anymore.

To be honest you didn't know what to say. I mean what should you say. You can't exactly say it's okay but on the other hand....

You grab his hands and he suddenly faces you in shock. Were you not upset with him?!

“ zuku... do you want..that?”

It was clear what you were referring to. And in all honesty, he didn't know what to say. Part of him figured he did, it was the only way to explain why it was so frequent. But he hated seeing....or, well- imaging katsuki having sex with you. Having his way with you like you were some cheap fleshlight for his use only.

He looks back to you and nods. That's all he could do out of fear his voice would fail from the embarrassment filling his body.

You sigh and kiss his forehead, a small polite smile tracing your face as you stare at him lovingly.

“ okay.”

Okay? Was that it? You were just okay with it. You weren't gonna question him? Anything about him? Why he wanted this, why he even dreamed about this?

“ I'll pull something together yeah? c’mere silly, ‘wanna hold you.”

Your boyfriend crawled into your arms laying on top of you and sighing heavily. He felt so safe in your arms. The lack of judgement you gave him, how sweet you were. He felt like he was in heaven.

The dreams were still current and neverending, waking out of his sleep with a raging hard on the hard refusal to not touch himself. He was in a conundrum.

It had been a few weeks since you and izuku spoke about it. Not to rush or anything but he figured this would be a bit quicker than that. It's not that he was like ready or anything...hell he didn't even know if he was. He had a hard time even looking at katsuki let alone talking to him since you and him last spoke about it.

He also didn't understand why katsuki didn't press him about the last time they'd spoken for real. In the library, katsuki isn't one to let things go. Especially because of how far the two of them have come, a part of him refused to ever really be apart from izuku for too long.

Katsuki had been eyeing izuku for a while. It made him feel squeamish. He couldn't look at katsuki otherwise he'd throw up.. it was really that serious. Izuku figured he must've known by now. I mean how could he not, only that could explain his eyes wandering all over him.

“ yer’ hardly eating.”

Izuku jumped eyes shakily traveling in the direction of katsuki. You look up as well, mouth stuffed with delicious fries as some movie played in the background. You were all on top of your rather big bed, katsuki near the edge and you and izuku cuddling at the top.

You turn to izuku to see his half eaten burger, izuku is an eater for real. He can literally devour anything. But he's a modest little guy, he has class. That's the only thing that ran through your mind and at the thought alone it had you giggling.

Izuku whined at your giggles and katsukis still lingering eyes. They resembled the ones in his daydreams...how he would look at izuku, piercing gaze as he fucked you or ate you out or had you sucking his dick- or—

“ leave ’em alone kats, he's a big boy he doesn't need his bodyguard watching him eat.”

You tease the blond who seemingly growls at you. He stuck out his tongue before taking a large sip from his drink.

Izuku looked back to you, a shaken look all over him. He was clearly ready but also nervous. He just wanted it to happen already...then he can check something off of his bucket list..

You sigh and hand izuku your bags of trash, he sets them on the floor beside your bed and raises up. Was this it..was it finally gonna happen. Katsuki brings his gaze from the TV back to the two of you with a somewhat calmed look. Man was he pretty when he wasn't making some fuck ass face... You were so glad he's changed his ways because it was so evidently clear and honestly attractive.

You stare the blond in his eyes and he lets his stare right back at you, he wasn't one to shy away from conflict. Your lips quirk into a smirk as you lean back and use your finger to gesture for him to 'come here' izuku watched very closely. was this how it was gonna happen..

Katsukis eyes switched from you to izuku, in more of an "are you sure?' type of way. At least you think, you were hoping he understood so it didnt ruin the moment. You nod your head to him and he sets his drink down within an instant, slowly making his way up to you.

Your eyes immediately switch to izuku, who gasps lightly at what was happening. It was finally happening. He gulped and watched closely as katsuki climbed into top of you, staring down at you as you looked directly at izuku

This certainly wasn't how his brain imagined it. You looked back up to katsuki and let your hands travel across his broad strong shoulders feeling the way they tended from him holding himself up. A small breath leaving him as he stared directly into your eyes, you trying to keep eye contact but end up hiding your face in his neck. Leading to a smirk on his face.

You lightly kiss at the blonds neck making small light noises leave him. This was fitting in your mind, it didn't seem like katsuki was the type to moan to you.

You leave hickeys in your way as you tug at his shirt that immediately comes flying off, he raised up to take it off and there you're seen with gorgeous ripples abs. It's not like you haven't seen any before I mean your boyfriend is also fucking ripped.

Katsukis skin was more fair than izukus, izuku was quite sun kissed. A beautiful tan licking all over his body. Your hand raises to touch katsukis abs like you would do izuku, but you were hesitant it was clear to katsuki making him chuckle as he grabs your hand and rubs it all over his body.

You groan and roll your eyes. There was no way you could get through this without your boyfriend. Who was absolutely frozen watching you two, you looked down at his pants to see a visible tint. His cock growing even more hard by the second, his mind was blown that this was happening.

His best friend on top of his girlfriend, that was more than enough to get him going. The realness of the situation, the fact he really had you both in front of him had his fat cock twitching through his pants. You loved how thick his cock was, how easy it was for it to make tight denim move like it was paper.

Katsuki seen the way you bit your lips your eyes not on him. He follows your gaze to see izuku already staring back at the both of you. Katsukis already shit eating smirk making izuku shudder but the way those crimson eyes stared at him..

Katsuki was quick to finally make a move, grabbing you by your calves and fire fully yanking you down making you yelp. Your eye sight quickly shot to katsuki, confused. You both said you'd take it slow for izukus sake, give him a moment to adjust to it. Izuku gasps as well, his cock jumping at the scene.

He pulled you down making your spread legs wrap around his torso as he brushed his own hardening cock right with your clothed cunt. Your shorts were rather thin and your underwear just as.

Your breath hitched as he grinds his own covered cock into your heat. Your mouth falls open, the rhythmic thrusts of his hips giving you some sort of sensation. Dare you say it felt good

Small breathy moans leave you as katsuki holds your hips close, grinding harshly into you. He groans as izukus eyes flickered to you, the way you looked up at him your eyes wide and sweet noises falling out of your mouth.

This was more like he had imagined. More like the disgusting fantasies his brain forced him to have. He didn't want to be like this...to miss out on making you feel good. He didn't want to be the one to get all upset and ruin things.

“ heard you were havin’ fantasies about this, huh? fucking loser.”

Katsuki couldn't resist the borderline degradation, it was practically in his nature. It was honestly expected.

You couldn't even tell him to shut the hell up because he was making you feel good, one of his hands that held your thighs moving up to rub surprisingly light and gentle circles into the pit of your hip. It added a slight sensation to the light pleasure you were already feeling.

Izukus eyes followed back up to katsuki, his former surprised face being taken over with anger. He wouldn't be the one to miss out and be sure as hell won't let him have his way with you.

If you were going to feel good it'd be at the hands of izuku.

Izuku got up onto his knees and was quick to harshly force katsuki down into his spot making him groan and call out, you were confused looking up at your man who had his spiteful gaze locked onto your friend. This new side of izuku was...shocking...

“ get up.”

He clearly referred to you despite his gaze staying on the blond who looked back to him with a still appearing smirk.

“ heh, did I already piss you you? didn't even stick it in yet.”

“ and you won't get to. get. up.”

His eyes this time moved to you making it more clear. You gulped down and quickly did what you were told, izuku giving you down in between katsukis legs.

He moves behind you his hands roaming across your ass and gripping the flesh in a rougher manner than he normally would, your pussy clenching on nothing at the roughness your usually sweet boyfriend is giving you. You bit your lip and looked at katsuki as izuku spoke deeply into your ear, his breath fanning the shell of it, you could practically hear his smirk.

“ spread your legs. I'm gonna eat you while you suck his cock. ’ts almost as if you wanted this more than me.”

His voice was low and basically a whisper, it's unsure if katsuki heard but the second your hand trailed up to his zipped pants izuku quickly ripped your shorts. Which kinda upset you and put a pout on your face because you liked them.

After discarding your ripped shorts he moves your panties to the side and lies down on his back, your cunt already wet and sticky. He kicked his lips and had you lower your hips onto his face. You weren't one to appreciate face sitting, you worried you would be too heavy or something. As much as izuku begged to differ this was finally an excuse to have you over his face.

His tongue immediately delved inside of you, skipping the teasing and going straight to making out all sloppily with your pussy. You stutter an "oh" as your hips grind down onto his face, he chuckled inside of your heat the vibrations around your clit having your eyes slightly shutting.

But just as you were about to enjoy your pleasure you what a dark laughter emitting from above.

“ tch, c'mon now do what you're told slut.”

You undo his pants and get his cock out from his boxers, it sprung up and slapped you against the face. Another laugh leaving the blond.

Izuku however did not appreciate the degrading. Growling around your clit and barking up to the other man

“ watch it.”

He snickers from above, already shoving your mouth around his cock wincing at the heat and wetness from your throat. He was quick to thrust his cock to try and reach the back, the feeling of you gagging on it giving him pleasure.

“ c'mon deku, she can take it.”

You quickly lift your cock off of his cock earning a displeased huff from him, you continue to stroke his cock with languid motions as you catch your breath and speak down to your lover who had his mouth full.

“ ’ts.. hah. okay ‘zu.”

Despite your dismissal it didn't sit right with him. An outsider telling you what to do.... he growled lowly his teeth gently grazing your clit and making your hips lift from his face. Katsuki disliked the lack of attention he was receiving taking his cock from your hands and gripping you by the hair making you squeak.

He leaned down and shoved his tongue down your throat making you moan into the kiss, your hips now grinding onto izukus face. Izuku held your hips so that way you couldn't move off of his face now, messily eating your dripping pussy. His pink muscle expertly licking and tasting every inch of you, bringing one of his hands down to squeeze your clit lightly. It wasn't like he needed both hands to overpower you anyways.

Your tongues danced together while he stroked his cock, grabbing your smaller hand and wrapping it back around his spot laced dick. He grunted inside of the kiss using one hand to grab your throat and pull you closer. You guessed katsuki really enjoyed the foreplay, you could feel his veiny dick jumping I'm your hand.

Katsukis cock was much longer than izukus, more veiny too. Just not as thick. The kiss broke with a string of your mixed spit connecting you two, his breath all over your face as his own reddened at the sight. You were beautiful he wouldn't lie. He liked having you like this, like you were his. Not that he was possessive over you or anything. Katsuki was glad you two chose him over anyone else, he probably wouldn't have wanted you if you'd done this with someone else.

There was something animalistic inside of katsuki that he just couldn't get past. He forced your mouth open with his hand practically hurting your jaw, you moan at the pain infused pleased and stare up at him with furrowed brows. Such a pretty look.

He was sick to take this chance to spit in your mouth, unbeknownst to izuku. Your eyes widen in shock, you were absolutely disgusted. But it's not as if you could protest, technically you had just had his tongue in your mouth. Which sits in his own mouth for like....ever. thinking about it honestly was turning you off but before you could think about it he muttered something under his breath.

“ disgusting slut.”

Low enough that izuku couldn't hear but loud enough for you to understand. Izuku couldn't really hear much over his own desperate grunts and sloppy eating style, your juices all over his face and dripping down his chin and neck. He really was nasty and you just had so much to give him. Your delicious flavor was one he wasn't giving up.

Katsuki shoved you back down into his cock, the noises of him fucking up into your throat making it's way to izukus ears. He didn't want to stay thinking about why the two of you hadn't been making much noise, besides the little mewls that occasionally left you. He knew it must've been due to the two of you kissing but he didn't want to think about the fact he practically let you fall into katsukis hands by forcing you to suck his dick

The man above you groaned his head letting back slightly as he bounced your head in his cock, you try your best to relax your jaw and honestly it was working for you. Sure it was still just as tiring since you had much more length to work with than normal but he was t nearly as thick so it didn't strain or even crack your lips.

You hollow your cheeks around the blonds cock your nose being forced into his trimmed pubes, the hair tickling your nose and you can basically smell what body wash he uses, his own natural musk aswell. It was fogging up your brain along with the pleasure izuku gave you. He smelt nice you wouldn't lie, he tasted even better though.

His own pre cum melting onto your tongue while you swirl it around his cock, he decided to take a break and see what you can really do. You slurp his dick harshly moaning around him as you substitute your lack of deep throating with your hand. Stroking his base fastly and in a swirling motion along with the hypnotic way of your tongue. Who knows , he might just cum.

You looked up at katsuki with squinted eyes, moaning all over his cock and even letting your drool deep through the corners of your mouth. There was no point in trying to hold it back, you were feeling too good and had to focus on pleasing him rather than trying to stop spit from falling from your mouth.

“ fuck.. she's got a mouth good fuckin’ mouth, that's for sure.”

Katsuki really was fighting his urges. He wanted to fuck you so badly, he could only imagine how good you'd look fucked out beneath him. Your eyes rolling and mouth agape as slutty moans fall out naturally. He bets you could squeeze him so fucking tight, you probably haven't even had anything like him.

The thought alone had him shivering and his cock twitching, he could feel his balls tightening. You sucked in his tip like it was some sort of pacifier for you. The sensitivity being sent through his body in shocking waves had him throwing his head back, his brows furrowing down and a small moan trying to escape. He brought his hand up to use the back of it to cover his mouth.

Fuck you were good, that nasty tongue of yours licking and swiping over his tip. All the precum that dared deep from the sensitive slit being licked and sucked away by you.

Izuku was trying his damnedest not to touch his cock. Not to let his thumb trace over his mushroom headed tip, his hips fucked up into nothing. Groaning with whined flowing out as he squeezed his eyes shut. Your flavour alone was getting him off

He could feel his cock leaking so much.... It was so uncomfortable to sit through but he would wait...he was the one getting to fuck you anyways, it's be worth it. To watch katsukis bitch face while he gets to fuck you deeply. Feeling your squeezing pussy milk him for all the cum he has. And boy is it a lot.

He couldn't help himself...his thoughts were wandering too far, and if this past month has taught him anything it's that he has a damned good imagination...

He palms himself through his pants, feeling his cock jolt up to the rough vibrations of his touch. Tch..to think his own touch has him moaning like this, he was so damn needy for it. He couldn't wait any longer, you've cum like twice anyways. That should be enough for now.

Katsuki was so fucking close, you figured he was. He couldn't even look at you, he feared he might shoot his load deep inside of your mouth if he did. Damn did you know how to work your mouth.

Izuku gave a light slap to your ass making you jolt forward, a slight tingling feeling on your butt as you felt his tongue licking one long stripe up your cunny like he wanted the flavour to last.

He moved from underneath you, two of his fingers moving down and weaseling their way inside of you you moan around katsuki cock once more and start slightly rocking your hips back into his fingers.

He didn't even bother paying katsuki any attention, just watching the way your ass moved back and forth on his fingers. Imagining it was his cock. He grinded his straining cock into your thigh, stretching you out as he tugs his lip in between his teeth

A shiver crossing his body as he really focused on your warmth, his cock was aching for it. Practically begging with the way it was twitching inside, and goodness you felt it. You felt it yearning against your thigh, jumping and leaking for attention. It was rather cute to you.

A shuddering moan leaves katsuki, his hand coming down to yank you off of his cock. The sound catches izukus attention, his fingers falter for a second as he looks up to katsuki who has his head thrown back still. He had to catch his breath, he was too damn close and he didn't want it to be over yet.

“ fuck.... y’ really know how to suck a dick when it's in front of ya’”

Izuku places a kiss to your temple, you keep staring up at katsuki waiting for something. Moans slipping past your lips as you catch your breath.

“ so good baby, such a good girl.”

You loved the praise mixed with the light degrading katsuki whispered to you when izuku wasn't paying attention. Izuku removed his fingers from you sucking them for all of your essence that coated them, not letting any little bit of you not invade his tongue

He hums and slaps your ass again, grinding his hard on against your slick pussy. He can feel the wetness slipping past the denim, the harsh feeling of his pants rubbing against your clit making you whine and arch your back, you lie your cheek on katsukis thigh making him finally raise his bead after he catches his breath.

He was badly even aware that izuku had came up for air from your pussy. The thought alone of izuku not being able to stay away from your cunt had him chuckling through his breath. Izuku let his eyes flutter shut as he enjoyed this small moment.

He could almost feel your warmth around his cock, you were so wet and it had finally soaked through his boxers and reached his very own sticky cock. There was never any need for lube or even excessive prepping, he leaked so much and so often he could just slip it right in.

With that being said he was quick to discard his pants, slipping his shirt off with ease only being left in his very soaked boxers. Katsuki laughed at the patch of wetness, it was unsure what all was his and yours but it made him laugh.

Izuku glanced up to the blond and rolled his eyes, slipping his cock out and tugging at it lightly. Katsuki glanced back down at you, you not ever looking away from him. That was honestly sexy to him. It seemed like you wanted him so damn badly. He bit his lip and squeezed your cheeks in his hands, your lips puckering out as he went down and kissed them sweetly. This was the gentlest he's been with you throughout this entire ordeal.

Izuku whined at the sight, he didn't want to but damn was it sexy. Seeing how gentle he was actually being with you. His cock was far too sensitive for the teasing, he couldn't handle it. He almost blew his load the second he glanced at the two of you

With a gulp izuku was quick to shove his cock inside of you with one quick harsh thrust making your teeth clash against katsukis with a brain from the both of you. But before you could register the pain, there was immense pleasure.

The sting of him forcing his cock inside of your pussy and the way you tightened around him like you wouldn't let go,that alone had izuku melting inside of you.

“ fuuck..~”

Izuku moaned out loudly, you gently rocked your hips against his making him whine. He was always so noisy in your pussy. Katsuki wasn't surprised honestly. He imagined izuku to be this way the second this started.

He sucked his teeth before gaining your attention again, you opened your eyed and watched as katsuki looked between you and his cock signaling you to suck without him having to say anything.

You did exactly as you were told and wrapped your mouth around him, the warmth he once knew coming back even better. He winced and gently jerked his hips up into your mouth, still letting you do what feels natural to you and taking what he needs. Katsuki knew he wouldn't last long but he was going to make the most out of this.

He figured izuku couldn't last that long either. And buy was he right. Izuku was literally floating away hardly even in the moment with how good you felt wrapped around his dick. And it was just twitching inside of you, his hand had snuck around your waist and tummy and started swirling your clit between his fingers making you whine and throw your ass back harder, it wasn't an option for you to not cum. That's all izuku wanted; was for you to feel good, he only ever wants that.

You can't the second you felt it signaling. Groaning loudly and letting your eyes roll back while you paid full attention to katsuki. Bobbing your head up and down on his messy spot covered cock, bubbles forming from your mouth and his dick, it was so disgusting.

You weren't used to the sloppy head all the time, sure izuku got nasty sometimes but damn did this take a slice of the cake. You brought your hand down to play with his balls and earned an earnest groan from him, his own eyes flickering to the back of his head.

Katsuki looked to izuku who seemed to have ascended, and honestly he didn't blame him. He could only imagine the tight tug of your pussy not wanting to let his cock go, the way a frothing ring formed around the base of his cock from how much you'd cum around him.

“ hah...fuck.— ”

Katsukis breath hitched as he watched the way izuku fell apart inside of you. It must've been that good. Izuku suddenly brought his attention forward his eyes locking with katsuki, a small smirk flickering to katsukis face and a chuckle leaving as well

That enraged izuku for some reason, the way he imagined this; your first time all together. His brain kept making it like katsuki would have his way with you. But look at him, letting you take it in your mouth. Because that's all he can do. All he'll ever get from you. He'll never get to experience and taste the sweet taste and exquisite pleasure from you. This is all he'll ever get to have from you and izuku absolutely relished in it.

A shit eating grin forming on your freckled boyfriend's face, his former subby face leaving. He was really in this moment and didn't want to let it slip through his fingers

His thrusts got harsher inside of you, his hips slapping against your ass with such force leaving a stinging feeling with each hit. Katsuki simply watched with a smirk. Izuku groaned and tried to keep his dominance.

He was the one getting to feel you milk him, he was the one having you bouncing on his cock, he was the one making you cum over n over. Not him.

He didn't know how badly he needed this, it was amazing. The both of them were close and only God knows why neither of them haven't cum yet. They also know if you knew the reason was because they wanted to see who would cum first, you would burst out laughing. It was a sacred thing for them. A little battle amongst friends.

Izukus stern face faltered at the sudden convulsing of your cunt. You were massaging his cock just right all of a sudden. And goodness the way your gummy and gentle walks rubber the sides of his cock from every way. Its only now dawning on him that he's actually inside of your body..he's closer to you than anyone else in the world ever will be.. unless you have his kid. That would probably beat him.

Izukus moans suddenly started flowing back, sweet sounds streaming into your ear like a beautiful song.

Katsuki was also feeling it, the way the inside of your cheeks felt as you followed them all around his cock. The warmth of your mouth and the wetness of your spot and the harshness from you sucking him, like you're really trying to suck the cum out of him. He wouldn't be surprised if a whore like you is actually trying to do that. Suck all of the cum he has to give you straight from his balls. The thought alone made his cock twitch in your mouth.

Your tongue lolling out and swiping underneath his cock and making him shudder. He didn't know you could even do that but damn did it feel good.

Both of their eyes fell from each other to stare at you before going back to each other, crimson and emerald eyes locking onto one another once more.

They were both struggling to hold back, izukus moans much louder than katsukis more breathy ones.

They wished this could last longer, they wished they could keep battling on like this for longer. But izuku knew you must've been tired, taking his cock for as long as you have and your jaw must've been growing sore along with your tongue from the sucking. this has to end eventually.

Izuku tried to slow his hips in hopes to let this last longer, to make him last longer but....he came. A loud whine leaving him as he squeezed his eyes shut. His head Beginning to hurt from the brain shattering orgasm. But as much pain as he felt, he soon felt lightheaded, like his body had grown lighter while his cock pulsated his thick sticky cum deep inside of you.

“ oh..~ fuck— !”

Katsuki won whatever little battle they were having. But even then he soon came too, his much thinner squirts of cum shooting to the back of your throat while he kept thrusting. The back of your throat going sore and you began choking on his cum.

As you pulled off and coughed some of his cum even squirted in your eye making you squeal. Izuku had long pulled it and watched as his cum came rushing out in a stream of white sticky cum. He scoffed, pleased with his work before he looked up to see katsuki wincing and checking to see if your eye was okay.

“ ’m fine..”

You try pushing katsukis hand way and izuku almost comes forward before he forces you to look at him, to your surprise; grabbing his very own previously discarded shirt and wiping your eye. Despite his harsh hold on your face he was even more surprisingly gentle while handling your eye. He blew on it lightly to see if that would help and...it did? Holy hell. This was a side to katsuki you'd never seen and probably won't ever be graced to see again.

As sweet as it was to see..izuku fucking hated it. It's not that he was upset he was being gentle with you, or even that he was helping you. Well, maybe a little. But it was more so that izuku normally would hold you close tell you how good you were and even did for him, how proud of you he is and more. Kissing you lightly and lulling off to sleep together. The perfect ending.

But, no. Katsuki was there. He kissed your forehead which had your eyes widening and honestly your cheeks warming. It's not like you were now in love with him or anything but it was really kind of him.

Out of no where katsuki flipped you over, making sure to be gentle with you he couldn't help himself. He gentle kisses down your tummy gripping your body and spread your legs, licking the cum from giru cunt and shoving his tongue inside. You threw your head back and izuku was absolutely in shock. How disgusting of him...

He licked and slurped all of the cum that fell out rubbing your clit and actually bringing you to another orgasm. Izuku huffed with his kith wife opens and eyes wide. What the fuck.

As katsuki let up a smile on his face as he gave you a swift kiss letting you taste not only your boyfriends cum by your very own arousal on his tongue and his lips. You never took the moment to actually notice how much softer katsukis lips are.

He whispered softly to you that you did good taking the both of them, that he wasn't surprised a little whore like you could even do it. Maming you both chuckle together, his forehead leaning against yours. Sweaty and moist but with a deep breath you grew tired from the contact.

Izuku scowled at the two of you, getting up and figuring be can do better than that grabbing you a warm towel and wiping his leaking cum from giru thigh and sensitive cunny. The warm towel making your cunt spasm from the sensitivity and gentle touch of him.

You look to your lover taking your head away from katsukis and give him a lovesick smile, all tired and sweet. He came forward and kissed your head, grabbing you and lying you back against the pillows before grabbing his earlier discarded shirt and putting it back on.

Izuku actually walked to his closet and gave katsuki...one of own sweaters. He scoffed at the thought of izuku still having it. Looking up to him and putting it on before he zipped his pants back and shoved his shirt in his pocket along with his hands.

“ ’f you needa bag I can give you one.”

Izuku said groggily not looking at the blond as he scratched the back of his neck, his voice was low and nothing above a whisper that could get across in respect of you sleeping, your unconscious body rising and setting with the deep breaths that you took. As calm and relaxed as you were you would soon feel the harshness and consequences of your actions later.

“ nah, don’ need it.”

Izuku nodded to his friend with a forced smile and turned back to you, throwing the towel into the dirty clothes hamper you had beside your open closet.

Katsuki looked at you and his face softened more than it already was, a smile following with it. You were alot more adorable and pleasant to be around when you were unconscious and fucked out.

“ gonna head out. text me.”

With a half assed nod izuku gave, katsuki left shutting your door quietly behind him..

Izuku sighed heavily raking his scarred calloused hand through his sweaty and curly hair. He didn't wanna really think about anything, just climbing in bed right next to you and kissing your lips gently. You sleepily scoot closer to his warmth and mumble something that he didn't quite catch.

“ thank you for this.”

You hum with a smile and a slight nod for your head.

“ it'll never happen again.”

Izuku huffed out, it's not that he as jealous but .. he couldn't quite explain why he had felt such sudden disdain for his best friend. Maybe it's because of how he got to see you in a vulnerable estate. Or maybe he was just possessive to put it simply. Who knows.

Too Hot

A/N: Requested, 1.7k

Bakugou x bunny! reader

Warnings: NSFW, slight breeding kink, bunny!reader

Tagging: @mindninjax @twicejynxed @widow-nikki-smith @fittedmistress @

Fingers swiped across your hard nub, legs and stomach tensing as the knot in your stomach began to be pulled apart. Another wave of pleasure spilled out of your opening, leaving your sheets drenched. Whines tried to escape past your trapped bottom lip, painfully biting it. Your heart began to calm down but that fire in you was burning brighter again, making your bunny ears twitch against your pillow.

You loved your quirk, really you did but going into heat wasn’t something that you were expecting. Born with bunny ears and a puffy cottontail right at the base of your spine, your quirk granted you the speed and hind powers of a rabbit. Once a month though, your body ran hotter, your ears were extra sensitive and your sex drive was through the roof. Your fingers and toys worked just fine but the one thing that really had you going was daydreaming of a certain hothead. Bakugo Katsuki was aggressive, loud and so confident in himself, it made your panties wet at just the thought of him. Reaching for your vibrator, green in color, you rolled the tip over your clit. Just imagining that it was Bakugo running the tip of his length over your lower lips. Dipping it into your wetness then running it up to your clit once more with a higher vibration. Your spine curved as you arched into the air as if you were arching into Bakugo’s chest. A wave of pleasure was forming higher and higher before it crashed down on your body, making your legs spaz around and pussy clench around emptiness as you came.

“B-Bakugou.” the moan was dragged from your throat and you couldn’t even stop the whine if you wanted to. The dull pleasure radiating in between your legs and the rhythmic tics of your tail had your other senses tuned down. This caused you to fail to hear someone calling you on the other side of the door.

Bakugo Katsuki had no sense of privacy as he barged into your room after only calling your name once, he swore he heard his name come from the room. The blonde wanted to practice sparring with you since you could actually give him a challenge and he liked to admire you up close. Not that he would admit that at all. Flaming red eyes spotted your body sweating on the body, legs pressed to your chest with the vibrator laying next to you. You were oblivious to your audience and he was still trying to process what he should do. Here you were, spread out with your long white ears pressed down flat and he knew that you did call for him now.

“Oi..Oi...Oi.”

Your body seized up with fear and embarrassment as a small squeak left your lips. Eyes opened wide as Bakugo came into view. He was standing by the door, locking it up before smirking at you. The wolf trapped the bunny.

Instantly you dragged a cover over your bare body. “B-Bakugou?! What the hell are you doing?” Even just saying his name had your body temperature burn higher, the heat in between your thighs was begging for more. The blonde stalked towards your bed.

“Now I can see why you didn't hear me knock.” He stood close enough to touch. “You were calling my name out so loud to hear, huh? I came to drag your ass to train but I think we can still do that in here.” His deep voice was laced with confidence, reaching out to grab a hold of your ankle.

He wanted you too? Your thoughts raced in a circle before a meek ‘yes’ fell from your lips. You wanted him so badly and here he was presenting you the opportunity and you were gonna jump on it. Literally.

He was quick to trail his hand up your thighs, spreading your legs to see how soaked you were. Grabbing the toy, he tossed it aside, there was no need for it now that he was crawling in between your legs. Bakugo looked down at you in adoration, legs closing around his waist, breasts in clear view, oh how bad he was going to mark them. Then your face, the way you staring back at him the same way was an ego booster, not that he needed one.

A finger reached down and circled your opening, feeling the heat from your core. Just that simple touch drove you close to the edge. He could see the desperation and it drove him crazy with anticipation. He wondered how many orgasms you drew from yourself with those fingers and vibrator. Leaning down to graze his teeth across your erect nipples, he spoke again. “You need me so badly, don’t cha?” This was supposed to be his time to train so he figured it was only fitting to drag this out just as long. A sharp bite, at the same time his thumb rubbed at your clit, had you crying his name out his.

“Katsuki! Please just fuck me already.” Already begging. You would have been ashamed if not for the heat engulfing the room in a frenzy. The desire to cum on his dick was all that you could rational at this point. Bakugo pulled away to see where marks would show up soon enough, fingers leaving your pussy while he shuffled back. Sitting up on your elbows to pout at him, tears glistening in your eyes.

“Calm the fuck down.” He grumbled. “I don't want to ruin my clothes.” unfastening his pants and pulling them along with his briefs down. His length jumped out, bouncing slightly from being released. Your tongue swiped across your bottom lip, eyeing the thickness of it. Honestly, it was everything your dirty mind could imagine, thick with a vein that traveled under it. Smirking at the look on your precious face, his body pressed down on you, dick slipping and sliding across your wetness.

“Now tell me. What was your mind thinking of?” he grabbed your face to make sure your eyes stayed on him. He didn't want to enter you until he heard your answer.

“Mm, I was thinking of how good your cock would slide into me, stretching me so good.” You began, ears shaking in the air. “Want you to make me feel better and cum so deep in me.” Bakugo felt your fingers grip his wrist that was on your hip. His other hand was holding his cock near your entrance, rubbing the tip into your drooling opening.

“Good bunny.” Steading his movements, he plunged to the hilt in one thrust inside your cave. The room filled with different sounds; your sweet moan at finally being filled, Bakugo grunting at the sweetness around him. “Fucking finally.” the relief that spread around your body pushed you right to the edge. You weren't going to last. Bakugo looked down as he pulled out to see how soaked you made him. “Fuck.” he whispered then snapped back, connecting with you over and over.

“You're leaking all over the place. I bet anyone who passes by would hear how wet you are while I’m fucking you stupid.” The expression your face made paired with how tight your pussy was gripping him, you were ready to cum. “If you cum right now, I will stop fucking you and leave,” he warned, the words cut through your high.

“No no no.” the fear in your plea made him laugh. When his hips snapped back into you, it had your back arching and fingers trying to grip something to help ease the fire. You didn't know how serious he was in leaving you high and dry, so you tried to hold back the wave of pleasure but when he was screeching you out so good, it was a challenge. Your heat heightened everything and made your hole clamp down on his cock so he could breed you. The rush of being filled to the brim of Bakugo was all you could think about. A tight grip on your chin and a rough thrust in your pussy brought you back from zoning out. “Look at you taking my cock so well. I got you drifting into your pretty little head, huh?” he loomed over you.

“Please let me cum Katsuki.” you pleaded. The sounds of his balls smacking against your ass made your ears twitch at the noise. The sound of you begging and calling his first name made his dick throb in you. Feeling his dick jump almost made you cum then and there, Bakugo knew how desperate you were, nails digging harder into his skin. Just this once he would give in to your screams. A thumb was back to rubbing shapes on your clit while Bakugo stared hungrily down at you. “Go ahead and cream on my cock.” the order in his voice did it for you. With one more thrust, you clamped down on Bakugo, milking him as your orgasm crushed you down. The walls weren’t that thin but you knew your neighbors would have heard you praising Bakugo. The look of pure bliss and fucked out expression almost had him cumming deep in you. Almost.

Finally having had a good orgasm, you felt like your mind was clearer but the need was still there. Looking at Bakugo, you trapped him with your legs around his waist. “Don't worry, you still owe me more.” He smirked proudly, unwrapping your legs to toss over his shoulder. For once, you were thankful for being in heat.

I’ll Take Care of You

Ok so this is pre-shift Jacob because he’s the only correct Jacob, also I’m ignoring the whole “imprint on Renesmee” thing bc it’s MY fic and I get to pick the plot lmaooo. 

Requested by @bisexualturtledove

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$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

gojo's genes are scarily strong. the silky white hair and freakishly lightning blue eyes runs in the family! satoru guaranteed his child would look similar to him, his mother, and whoever was further down the drain in his clan. he swooned and giggled when you were pregnant, ensuring you and your baby's safety for when the time comes to bring the little shit into the world. he'll be so enthralled when his child is born, spoiling him even before he takes his first breath.

imagine to his fucking surprise when the baby comes and he looks exactly like YOU. satoru sits on the cushioned chair beside your hospital bed, holding his baby while you slept—tired from birthing your sweet child. a pair of sharp blue eyes stare at the bundle of betrayal in his arms.

"a month of my hard work.. cultivating, planting you, then spending the next 9 months taking care of you and my wife." he scoffs while the baby eyes his father. "and you look exactly like your mother."

satoru couldnt help but let out a silent sob and squeal, taking every single nerve in his body not to squeeze the baby to death in a hug. he wishes you were awake—so he could jump up and down in pure ecstacy like a 3rd grader. he just loves your baby so much. after, maybe, around 500 years of bearing the same white haired, blue eyed baby combo into the world, someone finally beat the gojo clan genes.

your baby has your hair and eyes. satoru is surprised, offended and in love. yes, he loves that his baby looks like his mama but were you really so greedy to leave nothing for him?

he can only hope that your baby will be as silly, as stupid and as strong as him when they grow older.

... god, hopefully not

acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.

you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.

at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.

because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.

shit to try w/ her

- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)

- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)

- recording it (for us only).

- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)

- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)

- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.

your eyes widened at that last one. oh.

you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.

this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.

you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.

you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.

“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.

you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”

katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”

your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”

you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”

“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”

“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."

you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”

his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.

“…get on the bed.”

and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.

you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.

“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”

“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”

by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”

the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.

you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"

"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."

he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."

you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.

“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”

his smirk deepened. “seven.”

your jaw dropped. “seven?”

“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”

your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”

“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.

“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

yumyum

Arranged Marriage

Synopsis: Where you and Minghao parents had this grand scheme to merge their companies by marrying you off, thinking it'd be a brilliant business move. Determined to stake your claim and keep your marriage intact, your make a bold move during a business party— planting a lipstick-stained kiss on Minghao's lips and yanking him by his tie, leaving no doubt that he's yours and yours alone.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Smut, throat fucking, blowjob, fingering, penetrative sex, public make out, jealous kiss, angst, forced marriage, mentions of diets.

You're standing there in this fancy white dress, all sparkly and shiny, making your way down the aisle to where Minghao's waiting. He's looking all sharp in his suit, with his hair on point and a little smirk on his face. But as you're walking towards him, you can't help but remember the last time you two really talked was at some boring company event.

Now here you are, about to say your vows like you actually mean them. But deep down, you know it's all just a bunch of lies. You and Minghao both know it. It's all for show, to make your parents' company look good. And the worst part is, everyone at this big fancy wedding knows it too.

The party's huge, like a wedding and a business conference all mashed together. People you've never seen before are milling around, probably part of some shady business deal your parents cooked up. It's like this whole thing isn't even about love or unity anymore. It's just one big networking event disguised as a wedding.

But you go through the motions anyway, smiling and nodding like everything's perfect. You exchange vows that are as fake as the smiles plastered on both of your faces. And as the night goes on, you can't shake the feeling that this whole thing is just a sham. A pretty, expensive sham, but a sham nonetheless.

You watch as people schmooze and mingle, making deals and connections left and right. And you can't help but wonder if this is what your future holds too. A life of pretending, of smiling for the cameras while behind closed doors, it's all just business as usual.

But for now, you paste on your best fake smile and dance the night away, pretending that everything's okay. Because that's what you do when you're part of a family like yours. You put on a show, no matter what's really going on behind the scenes.

You're feeling suffocated by the crowd inside, like the tightness around your waist is almost causing claustrophobia. So you slip away to the backyard, sneaking a slice of cake from the waiters. Your mom had you on some ridiculous diet for a whole week leading up to this wedding, all so you could look "good" in your dress.

You plop down on a wooden bench, the dress spreading out in a big poof around you. Just as you're about to take a much-needed bite of cake, you're interrupted by a voice.

"Why isn't the bride inside enjoying her own party?" The voice belongs to Minghao, hands in his pockets as he stands there, looking at you.

You scoff, shooting him a look. "I'm sure no one's noticed. They're all too busy discussing the stock market or whatever." Your tone is sharp, the underlying tension between you and Minghao palpable.

Minghao snorts, clearly not impressed by your response. "Yeah, well, maybe if you spent less time worrying about your parents' company and more time actually enjoying life, you wouldn't be stuck in this mess."

You bristle at his comment, feeling a surge of anger rising within you. "Oh please, like you have any room to talk. Last time I checked, you were just as tangled up in all of this as I am."

Minghao's expression darkens, and for a moment, you worry you've gone too far. 

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a half-eaten slice of wedding cake. You watch him go, feeling a mix of frustration and something else you can't quite name. Maybe it's just the champagne talking, but for a brief moment, you can't help but wonder what life would be like if you weren't tied down by expectations and obligations. 

You stare at Minghao, disbelief written all over your face as you take in the sight of the one hotel room your parents booked for the both of you. A single queen-sized bed sits in the center of the room, effectively splitting the space into two halves. You shoot a glance at Minghao, and from the look in his eyes, you can tell he's just as shocked as you are.

The tension between you is palpable as you both stand there, sharing silent but deadly gazes. Finally, you break the silence, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, isn't this just perfect? Our parents booking us one room to 'get used' to each other. As if this whole shit wasn't enough already."

Minghao lets out a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah, because nothing says 'happily ever after' like forcing two strangers to share a bed on their wedding night."

You bite back a retort, opting instead for a more diplomatic approach. "Look, I think it's only fair that I take the bed and you can sleep on the couch."

Minghao raises an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "And why is that?" he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You roll your eyes, feeling irritation bubbling up inside you. "Because I'm the bride, for one," you retort, "and two, I've been on my feet all night, walking around in a dress that weighs a ton and heels that could rival skyscrapers. I think I deserve a decent night's sleep."

Minghao lets out a short, humorless laugh. "Oh, please. Do you even know how exhausting it is to be the groom? I've been dealing with people all night, pretending to be someone I'm not, just like you."

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms defiantly. "Fine," you say, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips, "then let's settle this once and for all. Who's more tired: the bride who's been carrying around twelve kilograms of dress and heels all night, or the groom who's been putting on a show for hours on end?"

Minghao looks at you for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he's trying not to smile. But then he shakes his head, a look of resignation crossing his face. "You win," he says, finally relenting, "you can have the bed."

You smirk triumphantly, feeling a small sense of victory despite the absurdity of the situation. And as you crawl into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin.

The next day rolls around, and before you even have a chance to properly wake up, you're thrown into a meeting. Brunch with both families sounds nice in theory, but when Minghao's dad starts putting papers on the table and declaring, "Let's get to what matters," you realize this isn't going to be a typical family gathering.

You try to maintain a facade of composure, but the discomfort gnaws at you like a persistent itch. So you do what you've gotten used to doing – you look down, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room.

Minghao notices immediately, and you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your face. His cheeks flush with embarrassment from his father's directness, but you can't bring yourself to look up and meet his eyes. The weight of expectation hangs heavy in the air, and you can practically taste the tension swirling around the table.

As Minghao's dad starts talking about business deals and partnerships, you try to focus on the sound of his voice rather than the sinking feeling in your stomach. But no matter how hard you try to block it out, you can't shake the feeling that you're just a pawn in someone else's game – a game you never asked to play.

You steal a glance at Minghao, but his expression is unreadable, his mask firmly in place. And in that moment, you realize just how alone you really are in this world of high-stakes deals and empty promises.

You're lounging on the couch, the TV blaring in the background, but your mind is miles away. The penthouse feels emptier than ever, despite being filled with all the trappings of luxury. You and Minghao live under the same roof, yet it feels like you might as well be living on opposite ends of the earth. Separate rooms, separate lives, with only a perfunctory "good morning" or "good night" exchanged between you.

The loneliness weighs heavy on your chest, suffocating you with its presence. You long for something more, something real, but it feels like an impossible dream in this gilded cage you've found yourself trapped in.

You're lost in the numbing glow of the television when your phone buzzes with a notification. It's Minghao, informing you of a press conference he's scheduled for later that night. You furrow your brow, puzzled by the sudden announcement.

But it's his last message from the previous night that catches your attention. "Can you at least put on your best smile tonight?" he'd asked, a request that feels more like a demand. And you can't help but feel a pang of frustration at his presumption.

You make your way to his room, finding him hunched over his computer, the glow of the screen casting harsh shadows across his face. You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms as you watch him for a moment before speaking up.

"What do you mean by that?" you ask, your voice tinged with a hint of annoyance. "Put on my best smile? What's that supposed to mean?"

Minghao looks up from his computer, his expression unreadable. "It means exactly what it sounds like," he replies coolly, his tone clipped. "We both know how important appearances are in our world. So why not make an effort for once?"

You roll your eyes, feeling the anger bubbling up inside you. "I think you mean that you want me to play the dutiful wife once again, to plaster on a fake smile and pretend like everything's fine," you snap, the bitterness seeping into your words.

Minghao's jaw tightens, and for a moment, it looks like he's about to argue back. But then he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, looking suddenly tired and defeated. "Look, I know this isn't what either of us wanted," he says, his voice softer now, tinged with regret. "But it's what we have to do. For our families, for the company."

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. "Is that really all that matters to you? The company? "But fine," you say through clenched teeth, pushing yourself away from the doorframe. "I'll put on my best smile tonight. But don't expect me to enjoy it."

You sit in the backseat of the chauffeur-driven car, your gaze fixed on the passing landscape outside the window. The skyscrapers blur into a haze of steel and glass, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside your mind.

Minghao breaks the silence with a casual remark, his tone tinged with amusement. "You don't look like someone who agreed to the terms of our agreement," he observes, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

You let out a frustrated huff, tearing your eyes away from the window to glare at him. "Yeah, well, maybe I need some time before I can fully commit to this whole acting profession," you retort, your words dripping with bitterness.

Minghao presses his lips together, trying to suppress a laugh at your expense. The corners of his mouth twitch with amusement, but he manages to keep his expression neutral as he looks away, pretending to be absorbed in the passing scenery.

You bristle at his reaction, feeling a surge of indignation coursing through you. "What's so funny?" you demand, your voice sharp with irritation.

Minghao shakes his head, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Nothing," he replies casually, his tone disarmingly nonchalant. "I mean, take all the time you need… Just try not to look too pitiful when we walk through those doors." 

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

As the chauffeur stops and opens the door for you, signaling your arrival at the event, Minghao's voice cuts through the silence.

"Hand," he says simply, holding out his hand towards you.

You raise an eyebrow, shooting him a skeptical look. "Excuse me?" you reply, not quite sure you heard him correctly.

Minghao's lips twitch into a smirk as he repeats himself, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I said, hand," he repeats, his tone playful yet insistent.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at his audacity, but begrudgingly, you reach out and grab his hand, almost aggressively. His grin widens as he intertwines his fingers with yours, the touch surprisingly delicate despite the underlying tension between you.

As you and Minghao step into the event, hand in hand, you can feel the weight of your parents' surprised stares on you. Their eyebrows shoot up in disbelief at the sight of you two holding hands, a rare display of unity between the two families.

Minghao squeezes your hand gently, a small smirk playing on his lips as he catches your parents' reaction. "See?" he murmurs softly, leaning in close to you. "It's easy. A little thing like this makes them happy."

You can't help but feel a surge of resentment bubbling up inside you at his words. Easy for him to say, you think bitterly. He's always been the one who effortlessly falls into line, who knows exactly how to play the game to get what he wants.

But despite your inner turmoil, you force a tight smile and nod in agreement, not wanting to cause a scene in front of your parents. "Yeah, easy," you echo, your voice strained as you try to keep up the facade.

As the long-winded speeches from the ambassadors drone on, you find yourself sinking deeper into your chair, exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders. Minghao leans in close, his voice a soft whisper against your ear as he asks if you want something from the bar. You shake your head, declining his offer with a tired sigh.

He nods in understanding and excuses himself, disappearing into the crowd for a moment. But as the minutes drag on and the speech finally reaches its conclusion, Minghao still hasn't returned. Your eyes scan the room, searching for any sign of him, and that's when you spot her – a woman leaning in close to him, her body language oozing with flirtation.

Your stomach churns with a mix of anger and disbelief. What does she think she's doing? That's your husband she's flirting with, for crying out loud. You glance down at your wedding ring, then back at Minghao, then down at your ring again, the weight of it heavy on your finger.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you stand up from the table, your movements cautious as you make your way over to them. Fuck, you hate that you're doing this right now, but you can't just sit idly by while some random woman tries to make a move on your husband.

Minghao's eyes widen in surprise as he catches sight of your determined gaze, and for a brief moment, you almost feel guilty for interrupting. But then you remember who you are – his wife – and the guilt fades away, replaced by a steely resolve.

"I have a wife," Minghao's voice cuts through the air, firm and unwavering, as you approach him and the woman who's been flirting with him. His words send a jolt of surprise through you, momentarily halting your steps.

But before you can even react, Minghao continues, his tone tinged with irritation, "And she's storming over here, so please, just leave me alone."

"Hi, Hao," you greet Minghao as you finally reach him, unable to hide the hint of irritation in your voice. "You took a long time. What happened?"

Minghao's eyes widen slightly at your abrupt approach, and he stammers for a moment before the woman beside him interjects, "Oh, she's your friend?"

Minghao's response is immediate and almost defensive. "No, I don't know her," he says quickly, his tone betraying his discomfort.

You can't help but suppress a smirk at his awkwardness, feeling a small surge of satisfaction at seeing him squirm. "Nice to meet you," you say smoothly, extending your hand to the woman. "I'm Mrs. Xu."

The woman's eyes widen in surprise as she takes your hand, clearly caught off guard by your assertive introduction. "Oh, um, nice to meet you too," she replies, her voice slightly shaky.

You turn your attention back to Minghao, noting the relief in his eyes as you come to his "rescue." Poor Minghao, you think to yourself, feeling a twinge of sympathy for him despite your earlier annoyance. He clearly didn't know how to handle the situation, and the sight of you coming to his aid seems to help him breathe a little easier.

The woman walks away, leaving you and Minghao standing there in the aftermath of the awkward encounter. You turn to him, your expression a mix of frustration and concern.

"Come on, Minghao," you begin, your voice low but firm. "You need to know how to handle situations like that. What if people who know our family saw that? It could cause all sorts of rumors and complications."

Minghao's jaw tightens as he meets your gaze, a flicker of defensiveness in his eyes. "I didn't ask for her to approach me," he retorts, his tone defensive. "I told her I have a wife. What more do you want from me?"

You let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair as you try to keep your temper in check. "I just want you to be more aware of how your actions reflect on both of us," you reply, your voice tinged with exasperation. "We're married, Minghao. That means we have to think about each other's reputations and how our behavior affects them."

Minghao's expression softens slightly at your words, but there's still a stubborn set to his jaw as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I know that," he says, his voice quieter now, more subdued. "But sometimes things happen, and I can't control them."

You shake your head, feeling a surge of frustration rising within you. "That's not an excuse, Minghao," you say firmly. "We both have to do better if we want this marriage to work. We have to be a team."

Minghao's lips twitch into a smirk of his own, a challenge flashing in his eyes as he steps closer to you. "Oh, is that so, Mrs. Xu?" he replies, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "And what exactly would it take for me to earn back the privilege of being called by my first name?"

You roll your eyes, unable to suppress a laugh at his cheekiness. "Maybe if you stopped getting yourself into awkward situations with random women at parties," you shoot back, unable to resist the opportunity for a playful jab.

Minghao feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "Hey now, that wasn't entirely my fault," he protests, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Besides, you were the one who came to my rescue, remember?"

Minghao's playful grin falters as you shoot him a pointed look, hands firmly planted on your hips. "Am I wrong now? What should I do then?" you challenge, your tone laced with frustration.

He shrugs, his expression sheepish as he searches for an answer. "You need to make them know I'm your husband," he suggests vaguely, a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes.

You narrow your gaze, a surge of determination coursing through you as you follow his line of sight to the woman who had been eyeing him earlier. She's still watching him, her gaze lingering a little too long for your liking.

"Fine then," you declare, your jaw set in determination. Without another word, you reach out and grab Minghao by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Before he can protest, you press your lips to his in a firm, possessive kiss.

For a moment, Minghao freezes, his hands hovering uncertainly in the air. But then, as if realizing what's happening, he responds eagerly, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair as the kiss deepens.

You trail kisses along his neck, feeling a low hum of satisfaction reverberate through him. His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer as you continue to explore the sensitive skin of his neck with your lips.

When you pull back slightly, his eyes meet yours, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. You reach up and gently tug on his bottom lip, a silent invitation for him to surrender completely to the passion between you.

Minghao's lips part in response, his eyes darkening with desire as he leans in to capture your mouth in another searing kiss. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, the intensity of the moment threatening to consume you both.

As you finally break the kiss, your lips swollen and tingling with the taste of him, you look at his face, satisfied with your handiwork. His lips, jaw, and neck are adorned with smudges of your red lipstick, a visible testament that being arranged or not, he is your husband.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you reach out and grab Minghao by the tie, tugging him gently but firmly in the direction of the exit. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your sudden assertiveness, but he follows your lead without hesitation.

As you walk through the party, you make no effort to hide the fact that you're leading Minghao out by his tie. You want everyone to see, especially that woman who dared to flirt with him earlier. With each step, you feel a surge of satisfaction knowing that you're marking your territory, making it abundantly clear to anyone watching that Minghao belongs to you.

People turn to look as you pass by, their curious glances met with a confident smile from you and a sheepish grin from Minghao. You hold your head high, your grip on his tie unwavering as you guide him through the crowd.

Finally, you reach the exit, and with one last glance around the room, you pull Minghao outside, the cool night air washing over you both. Alone at last, you turn to him with a victorious smirk.

"Well, that was fun," you say, a hint of laughter in your voice as you release his tie. "But I think we've made our point. Shall we get out of here?"

Minghao chuckles, shaking his head in amusement as he takes your hand in his. "Absolutely," he replies, a warmth in his eyes as he looks at you. "Anywhere you want to go, Mrs. Xu."

As soon as you step through the door of your home, you're wrapped up in a frenzy of passionate kisses with Minghao. Clothes, shoes, and his tie fly off haphazardly as you stumble towards the nearest surface, unable to keep your hands off each other.

Between kisses, Minghao pulls back slightly, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. "I didn't know you were that jealous," he murmurs, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You hiss in response, your breath catching in your throat as his lips trail along your skin. "I wasn't jealous," you protest, your voice tinged with frustration. "I was just...rescuing you, you bastard!"

Minghao laughs at your outburst, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Hmm, just like a predator," he teases, his hands roaming over your body with a newfound confidence.

You scoff at his comment, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "You've seen nothing yet," you reply, meeting his gaze with a challenge in your eyes.

Minghao's eyes light up with excitement as he looks at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"Yeah," you confirm with a smirk, pulling him in for another kiss.

But then, his hand moves to the top of your head, gently guiding you downwards until your knees find the ground. You look up at him with a mixture of desire and anticipation, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you eagerly await his next move.

With a shaky breath, Minghao pulls himself free from his pants, his cock standing proudly before you. You wrap your hand around it, feeling the heat and hardness of him beneath your touch. A wicked grin plays at your lips as you tap the tip of his cock against your face, biting your lip in anticipation.

Minghao lets out a shaky moan at the provocative sight before him, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you. "Fuck, you're so damn sexy," he groans, his voice rough with need. "You know exactly what you're doing to me, don't you?"

You smirk up at him, your hand still wrapped around his cock as you tease him with your lips. "Mmm, maybe," you purr, your voice dripping with seduction. "But I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you want me, Minghao."

His breath hitches as he meets your gaze, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guides you closer to him. "I want you more than anything," he confesses, his voice thick with desire. "I need you, baby. Please, show me how much you want me too."

You eagerly lower your mouth onto Minghao's throbbing cock, sucking greedily as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth. You can feel him thrusting his hips, the need for more driving him to move against you.

Your hands slide down to his thighs, giving him the freedom to move as he pleases. His fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as he sets the pace, his hips rocking against you in a rhythm of his own making.

As you take him deeper, you close your eyes, relaxing your jaw to accommodate his length. Minghao's voice breaks through the haze of pleasure, his words a gentle reminder of his concern for your well-being.

"Tap if you need to breathe," he murmurs, his hand tightening in your ponytail as he continues to move his hips.

You press your hand against his thigh in affirmation, letting him know that you're okay as you continue to take him deeper, your throat working to accommodate his length. Minghao lets out a low groan of pleasure, his hips moving in tandem with your movements as you both chase the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Between thrusts, Minghao's voice fills the air with a husky whisper. "God, you feel so fucking good," he moans, his words driving you to take him even deeper. "You're amazing, baby. Just keep going, just like that."

As Minghao's cock throbs in your mouth, you feel a surge of pleasure coursing through you, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Drool drips from your chin, a testament to your eagerness and arousal, as you continue to take him deeper, your mouth working tirelessly to please him.

With each throb of his cock, you can feel the tension building, the heat of his arousal radiating through you. Your eyes roll back in your head, lost in a haze of pleasure as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

And as Minghao's cock pulses in your mouth, you know that you've pushed him to the edge, his release imminent. With one final throb, he cries out your name, his body tensing as he spills his cum into your waiting mouth.

You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him. You moan softly as Minghao's lips meet yours again, the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, and he slowly guides you towards his room.

As you fall onto the bed, Minghao's fingers trace lazy patterns along your inner thighs, making you squirm beneath his touch, unable to hide your arousal as he gazes down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

"You're so wet…" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he continues to tease you with his fingers.

Minghao's lips curl into a smug grin as his fingers trailing lower until they reach the damp fabric of your panties. With agonizing slowness, he begins to peel them away, revealing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze.

"Tell me what you want, baby" he whispers, his voice a low growl in your ear as he leans in close. "Tell me how you want me to make you feel."

You arch your back, aching for his touch as you meet his gaze with a sultry smirk. "I want your fingers inside me, Minghao" you breathe, your voice dripping with desire. "I want you to make me come so fucking hard"

Minghao's eyes darken with lust as he hears your words, his fingers finding their way to your slick entrance. With a wicked grin, he plunges his slender fingers deep inside you, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

And then, just when you think you can't take any more, he finds it – that deep spot that sends electric jolts shooting through you. Your pussy clenches around his fingers in response, a desperate attempt to hold your orgasm.

But Minghao isn't finished yet. With a wicked grin, he leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers his intentions. "You're not going to cum yet," he murmurs. "Let me hit that spot with my cock, then you can cream around it as much as you want."

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, with the promise of what's going to come. With a nod of agreement, you bite your lip in anticipation, eager for the moment when Minghao will fuck you with his cock.

As Minghao positions himself above you, his gaze locked with yours in a silent promise of pleasure to come, you sneak a peek at his cock. It's long, with bulging veins and dripping with pre-cum, making it clear he's rock hard and ready to go. The contrast with his slender body just makes it look even bigger.

Before you can even think of a response, Minghao speaks up, his voice low and husky. "You ready for me, baby?" he asks, his eyes smoldering with desire.

You open your mouth to reply, but before you can get a word out, his cock is stretching you out, leaving you breathless and speechless as he fills you completely.

As soon as Minghao finds your g'spot, your pussy immediately tightens around him, milking him with such intensity that he has to hold himself back from coming right then and there. His pretty moans only serve to heighten your own arousal, making it even harder for you to hold back your impending orgasm.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure as he tries to control himself. He hopes that you'll stop clenching, but as soon as he hits that spot again, he hisses in response, the sensation driving him wild.

Realizing that he's in danger of cumming too early, Minghao decides to focus on fucking you in just the right way, hitting that spot with precision and intensity. He squirms, desperate for you to climax first, knowing that your pleasure will only fuel his own.

With each thrust, each movement, the pleasure builds between you, reaching a fever pitch that threatens to consume you both. Minghao's hips move in a steady rhythm, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you with each thrust, his own pleasure mounting with each passing second.

And then, finally, it happens. You reach the peak of ecstasy, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm as pleasure washes over you in relentless waves. Your pussy clenches around Minghao's cock, milking him for all he's worth as he loses control, his own release crashing over him in a tidal wave of pleasure.

With a tired groan, Minghao collapses beside you, his body spent from the intensity of your shared passion. He turns to you with a lazy smile, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction.

"If I'd known all it took to get you to kiss me was making you jealous, I would've done it ages ago," he teases, his voice laced with amusement.

You roll your eyes, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "I wasn't jealous," you protest, crossing your arms over your chest.

Minghao raises an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "Imagine if you were then" he scoffs, his tone teasing. "I don't think we'd be here right now if you weren't just a little bit jealous."

You huff in mock indignation, but deep down, you know he's right.

ou nudge Minghao playfully, a smile dancing on your lips. "Well, lucky for you, a little jealousy was all it took," you quip, teasing him.

He chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at you. "I guess I'll have to remember that for next time," he replies, his voice tinged with amusement.

You laugh, shaking your head in mock exasperation. "Oh, so there's going to be a next time now?" you tease, raising an eyebrow.

Minghao grins, leaning in closer to you. "Count on it," he murmurs, his voice low and husky as he brushes his lips against yours.

—ME AND CAT MAMA ROLLED INTO THE DISTANT FOG!

LITTLE DID SHE KNOW, I'M A NASTY DOG! — jujutsu-kaisen men/woman as overused pórn tropes.

★ satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, ieiri shoko.

warnings — pórn without a plot, kind of crack. afab!reader. cheating, óverstimulatión, light degrading (slút-shaming), age gaps (teacher/student). both unprotected/protected séx. dumbífícatíon, squírtíng. dom!characters, slightly out-of-character. óral (female/male recieving), fingéring, chóking. 4.6k+ words!

(呪術廻戦) : note — inspired by @fushitoru's work. banner credits to @cuntpress. yes, i was lazy and reposted the toji one from my side-blog... shh, don't tell. also, how do people write long fics? i've passed away from just this one <33

★ SATORU GOJO — GORGEOUS BRIDE RETHINKS MARRIAGE AFTER GETTING THE BEST SEX OF HER LIFE!

"i'm just," you breathe, "i'm just really nervous. i mean, what if he's not the right guy for me?" your fingers fumble with the delicate lace of your veil, your gaze stubbornly fixed anywhere but on him.

"isn't that a question you should've asked before you said yes?" he asks, half-teasing, as his brows raise. satoru licks his lips, fuck, you look breathtaking in that virginal white. it's not fair that you'll be sent off to a man that's not him.

you let out a frustrated whine, tipping your head back against the wall. "don't say that! you're supposed to be reassuring me!"

"well, maybe, you're right," he shrugs, leaning against the wall, satoru's gaze lingering on the curve of your breasts beneath the satin, the swell of your hips.

"what?" you blurt, astounded. if this was his way of making you feel better, it wasn't working very well.

"you're the one about to be bound, legally, to this ass— i mean, man. are you ready for that? can you deal with that douche— shit, guy?" he asks, though the suggestive glint in his eyes doesn't waver.

you give him a look, pointed. he continues, undeterred, leaning in close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your ear. "like, how good does he fuck you?"

"'toru!" you gasp, heat flooding your cheeks and lower.

"what?" satoru asks, as if that was a totally precedented question. "i'm serious? you really wanna condemn yourself to a lifetime of missionary with a limp-dick?"

you click your tongue, "no. wait, that's not important. it's his personality, okay? that's what matters in the long-run."

he snorts. "personality? babe, he's drier than the sahara desert. how'd you even end up with him?"

"oh, my god," you groan, burying your face in your hands. "i'm actually going to be stuck in a sexless marriage with a personality-deficient bore."

"he's also a grade-a asshole," satoru adds, his arms crossed over his chest. his commentary doesn't help your pre-wedding jitters.

"if I were you," he says, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur, "i'd ditch the stiff and run off with someone who'll worship every inch of you. in bed and out."

"like, who?" you scoff, sinking further into the chair you're sitting on. satoru pushes himself off the wall.

"oh, y'know," a lazy shrug, but there's a flicker of something that crosses his features, "me." your eyes go wide, and your thighs clench — almost like it's some perverted instinct.

and, then? then, he's showing you proof, pulling your wedding gown up, with your panty-clad ass facing him. the fabric bunches around your waist, and his hands slide under the hem of your pristine white gown.

for him, you're already soaked. but, like the real gentleman here, he slides two fingers beneath the elastic, parting your folds and thrusting them deep inside. he scissors them rhythmically, stretching you open for his pleasure.

you cry out, chanting his name like it's the only thing you know. well, in this moment, it's the only thing you remember. "oh, sato— shit," you moan, your body instinctively arching, hands gripping the edge of the antique dresser for dear life as you bend over it.

"are you close? are you gonna cum for me, huh?" he groans, relishing in the feeling of your tight pussy, warm and wet. all for himself.

"yesyesyesyesyes," you whimper, your body convulsing, the word a broken string of syllables.

the second you're squirting all over his digits, he wastes no time. with a guttural groan, he yanks down his zipper and guides his thick, throbbing cock to your slick opening. god, the stretch, the fullness —you can feel every ridge, every vein pressing against your swollen, desperate walls.

"do i fuck you better than he does?" satoru mutters into your ear, his breath a ragged caress. he's not just your goofy best friend anymore, not really. you don't know what he is, but you'd like him to stay this way.

the way you cum three times on his length, before he even gets one in, it answers the question for satoru.

well, it's not like you can go out there with your makeup smeared like this, anyways.

★ SUGURU GETO — KINKY MASSEUR HELPS STRESSED CLIENT RELAX!

"how's that feel?" geto murmurs, his voice a low rumble as his fingers dig into the knotted muscles of your hips. you groan, a deep, involuntary sound that vibrates against the plush massage table beneath your stomach.

"mm, feels so fucking good," you manage, the words thick with sensation. you can practically feel the answering twitch in his own body through the slight pressure of his touch against your lower back.

"yeah? and, here?" geto coos, his hands sliding lower, settling on the rounded curves of your ass, the thin white sheet doing little to conceal their shape. it's a blatant caress, and a thrill shoots through you.

the stress of endless office hours had been a constant, dull ache in your shoulders and back. but under geto's knowing hands, the knots were surrendering, melting away as if they'd never existed. he slips his hands beneath the edge of the towel, pulling it down to expose your bare skin.

"just for the best experience," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear, and you're in no state to argue. he’s the expert here, his touch already weaving a potent spell. his hands roam freely, shamelessly exploring the contours of your body, kneading, rubbing, feeling. he pauses at the juncture of your thighs, his fingertips tracing the delicate folds of your vulva through the slickness of your own arousal. a shiver rips through you. "oh, shit," you whimper, instinctively pressing your hips down, wanting more of that electric touch.

he smears the slick heat, mingling it with the fragrant massage oil, his thumb now directly pressing against your swollen clit. he lifts your hips slightly, a subtle adjustment he claims is for a "better angle," and your face is pressed into the headrest, your ass now presented to him. two firm hands settle on your lower back, anchoring you, though you have no intention of moving away. not now.

geto's nose nudges against your wet folds, the warmth of his breath mingling with the heady scent of your own arousal. a low groan escapes your lips as his warm, moist breath washes over your most sensitive spot. "fuck," you cry out, a thread of drool escaping your parted lips, your eyes squeezed shut against the mounting pleasure.

his tongue darts out, a wet, insistent stroke tracing the engorged length of your clit before dipping lower, lapping at the slick entrance to your core. he slips in one finger, then another, the gentle stretching sending another wave of heat through you.

geto's fingers begin to pump inside you, a steady, rhythmic thrust that mirrors the relentless assault of his tongue on your clit. the dual sensation is overwhelming, a messy, wet symphony of friction that sends shockwaves of pure, unadulterated pleasure through your body.

it isn't long before the tremors start, building into the unmistakable crescendo of your orgasm. geto’s mouth is still latched onto you, greedily licking up every drop of your release, a possessive sound rumbling in his chest.

he finally pulls back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. a sly smile plays on his lips. "would you mind rating us five stars, then?"

★ KENTO NANAMI — COLLEGE SLUT SUCKS OFF PROFESSOR FOR EXTRA CREDIT!

you were prepared for this. you'd picked out the tiniest skirt, a low-cut blouse to match. you were going to seduce the hell out of your finance professor. seriously. professor nanami was about to get a lesson he hadn't signed up for.

he wouldn't see it coming. well, you know, except that he did.

nanami's eyes were fixed on yours, refusing to wander anywhere else. it threw you for a second, a tiny snag in your carefully laid plans. okay, new tactic, you thought, a little thrill of challenge sparking within you. because, if there's anything you're good at, it's making them ache.

"you should know i worked really hard this semester, sir," you purr, nodding your head. you lean over his wooden desk, just slightly. you make sure he gets the full view this time, the subtle swell of your breasts just visible above the fabric.

a beat. you saw it — the almost imperceptible dip of his gaze, the faintest flush creeping up his neck. score. he cleared his throat, a little rougher than usual. "y/n, the grades are finalized. there's always next year, if you need to retake the course."

you pouted, dragging a nail slowly down a strand of your hair, your eyes wide and falsely innocent. "but next year? that's ages away. surely there's… something i can do?"

he sighs, momentarily considering it. "you're aware of my policy, are you not? i don't do extra credit. it's the end of the grading period, and there's not enough time to—"

"sir," you interrupted, a soft giggle bubbling up. "the extra credit i have in mind, it won't take too long."

"i— i'm sorry?" he stammers, awkwardly shifting his position in his seat. "i'm not sure if i understand."

you coo, a gleaming look on your face, "well, i could show you what i mean." rounding the table, you spin his rolling chair, so that it's facing you. gently, you part his legs, and the restraint on his face is all but gone.

"if you wouldn't mind," you add, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. his pupils are blown, and he hesitates.

"look, i appreciate the, er, enthusiasm, but this isn't appro—"

you're cutting him off, already, dropping onto your knees, between his thighs.

"i bet that hard-on isn't exactly appropriate, either," you pipe in, unbuttoning his slacks. his protests die down, fading into a soft groan. you hands palm his crotch, as you peer innocently above.

"damnit," nanami hisses, his eyes falling shut. messing with his belt, you loosen it, pulling his weeping cock out. you swear, you almost moan at the sight. (actually, you might have.)

"fuck," you breathe, "y'so big." it's mostly to yourself, than him, but he finds himself (anatomically possible, or not) hardening even more. his hands tangle themselves in your hair, tugging softly, the movement needy.

you drag your tongue along the underside of his dick, stopping to swirl at the tip, and smear his pre-cum.

your lips tighten around him, cheeks hollowing with each downward stroke. you can feel the frantic pulse beneath your tongue, the way he strains against your mouth.

your hands are busy too, one stroking the length of him, the other cupping his heavy sack, the weight of it a potent reminder of what you're doing.

breath hitching, his thick-rimmed glasses slide down his down. "shit, shit, d— don't stop. ah, just like that." the back of your throat aches as he thrusts deeper, a strangled sound escaping you. you don't get a warning, save for a slight tremor in his hands, as his heavy balls tighten, and he releases strands of gooey seed.

and, to really make sure you've earned those extra percentages, you swallow, choking down everything you can. it tastes musky, bitter, and utterly his.

a slow, satisfied grin spreads across your face. mission fucking accomplished.

★ CHOSO KAMO — TATTOO ARTIST FINGERS PRETTY CUSTOMER RELAX!

"you need to stop squirming," choso says, his voice flat, utterly devoid of amusement.

"huh?" you mumble, your body instinctively twitching as the needle buzzes against your skin.

"if you don't want this to look like abstract roadkill," he repeats, his gaze never leaving your thigh, "you need to stay still."

a wave of sheepish heat floods your cheeks. "oh. right. sorry. it's just… um… i thought it would hurt less." you cringe inwardly, hating how whiny you sound. jesus, why did you ever think getting inked would some cool, edgy experience? this feels like torture.

he blinks slowly, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching a fraction. "…right."

it would be nice if he's bothered to distract you, with even just a little small talk. but, this space-bun-haired guy, no matter how sexy, is the driest person you've ever met.

"so…" you shift your gaze from the intricate lines blooming on your skin to his intensely focused face. the proximity is doing nothing to calm your nerves, or your involuntary fidgeting.

okay, yeah, you know he's just doing his job, but the way his dark lashes frame his serious eyes, the slight furrow in his brow… it's distracting in a whole other way. "so, uh, nice weather today, huh?"

"it's raining," he responds bluntly, not looking up from his work.

"yeah. yeah, i mean, rain's good. rain is… good. for the plants. yeah." you wince, making a face at your word choice.

no response. you click your tongue, "not a fan of small talk?"

"nope."

you laugh, nervous, "…right. sorry. just, uh, trying to take my mind off this." your leg throbs, a dull ache that is steadily intensifying.

he finally sighs, his gaze sweeping around the sparsely decorated studio. it's just the two of you in here. you watch as he deliberately sets the buzzing tattoo machine down on the clean side table.

"you wanted a distraction, yeah?" he asks, his dark eyes finally meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. he then reaches out and casually nudges your knees further apart.

"well, i—" your breath hitches.

"fine, then." his hand slides beneath the hem of your shorts, fingers pressing against the fabric covering your most sensitive spot. you flinch, a jolt of surprised heat shooting through you. your eyes widen.

"what're you—?" you gasp, shivering at his touch.

"distracting you," choso shrugs, as if this is a standard part of the tattooing process. wait, does he? you aren't really thinking, too caught up in the sudden thrill, to protest, as he tugs your shorts down.

a flicker of genuine amusement dances in his eyes — the first real emotion you've witnessed all day — as he takes in your damp lace panties. with a swift, efficient movement, he pulls those down too, leaving you completely bare from the waist down.

choso picks up the tattoo machine again, the buzzing a stark contrast to the sudden quiet intimacy, and goes back to meticulously working on your leg.

but his other hand… his free hand is now kneading your clit through the thin veil of moisture, his thumb circling with a lazy expertise that sends a jolt of pure sensation through you.

"cho…" you whimper, your head falling back against the cushioned table. you bite down hard on your lower lip to stifle a moan.

then, two fingers, slick with your own wetness, slide inside you, stretching you open with a slow, deliberate pressure. he curls them, hooking and pulling, each movement sending a wave of intense pleasure that almost eclipses the stinging of the needle.

the pain of the ink is rapidly being drowned out by the insistent throb between your legs. his movements are fluid, almost absentminded, yet devastatingly effective. seriously, how is this seemingly aloof guy — who is putting in less obvious effort than anyone you've been with before — making you feel better than… well, anyone you've ever been with?

even more unbelievably, he is a multitasking god. his brow remains furrowed in concentration as he expertly guides the needle, while his other hand turns you into a quivering, moaning mess.

he knows exactly where to touch, how much pressure to apply, not frantically, but with a calculated precision that keeps you just on the edge, just still enough.

"oh— wait, god," you cry out, your body arching involuntarily, your fingers clenching into the padded table.

"what? you close?" he asks, his voice still calm, as he leans back to assess his artwork from a different angle. "me too, i think."

his name becomes a broken mantra, the only sound escaping your lips as your inner muscles clench around his fingers, your body tightening with the force of your orgasm.

"you do that for all of 'em?" you manage to gasp out, your voice still shaky, as he finally sets the tattoo machine aside, the intricate design on your thigh now complete.

he takes a moment to admire his handiwork, a hint of a satisfied smile playing on his lips before he finally answers, his gaze lingering on your flushed face.

"nah. just the pretty ones."

★ TOJI FUSHIGURO — BORED HOUSEWIFE INVITES SEXY PLUMBER OVER FOR HELP!

you'd like to preface this by saying; it wasn't your fault. it wasn't your fault that your boring, workaholic husband was always at work. what were you to do? a pretty, bored housewife — one left all alone at home.

"it's the pipes," you say, soft and breathy. as if you aren't dreaming up the nastiest things that could ever come to mind, eyes roving his fit body. pipes, ones that you'd messed with. there wasn't that much leakage, at least not that you could see.

you think. to be honest, you're hardly aware of how much harm you've inflicted onto them.

you're just a little lady, so, what do you know about these things? instead, you lead him to the cabinets underneath the kitchen sink, leaning back against the counter, pretending to be concerned, as he takes a look.

it takes him less than two minutes to realize the damage was dealt on purpose, to which he responds with a roll of his eyes. "if you wanted to fuck, should've just said somethin'."

and, well, that's how you end up with toji's hips snapping brutally against your ass, the cool slab digging into your skin. your palms are damp with the slick of your sweat, desperately trying to ground yourself, as he rams into you relentlessly.

"this — oh, fuck — is want you wanted, yeah? f— fuckin' better take it." the empty house is filled with the lewd sound of squelching, accompanied by a plap, plap, plap!

he groans, dark hair sticking to his brow. "damn husband of yours, he doesn't fuck you good, huh? you're wrecked already, and we just started."

you can't muster a response, whimpering instead. it spurs him on, his cruel pace only increasing. one of his hands are tangled in your hair, yanking back. the other is digging into your hip, sure to leave bruises in the morning.

his cock stretches you out wholly, forcing yourself to mold to the shape of his thick length. your cunt clenches around his, the fluttering hole doing the best it can. you hardly even last long, body tensing.

"shit, ma, you gonna cum, already? cum on my cock, like some slut?" he sneers, right by your ear. he fucks you hard and greedy, driving into you repeatedly.

"mm—! t— toji," you cry, velvety walls squeezing him tight. your body seizes, and you tremble violently, gushing onto his dick. his stamina? it lasted far longer than yours, and he didn't let up, not until he was shooting ropes into your pussy. overstimulated and fucked-out, you'd lost count of how many times he'd pulled orgasms out of you, waiting for his own to come.

and, when he finally leaves (hours, upon hours, later), you realize he never quite fixed the pipes. oh, well. at least, you had a reason to call him back over, right?

★ RYOMEN SUKUNA — HOT TENANT FUCKS HER WAY OUT OF PAYING LANDLORD'S RENT!

"i just need, like, two more weeks," you plead, your voice laced with desperation. sukuna gives you an unimpressed look, arms crossed.

"it's been seven," he informs you, as if this wasn't information you didn't already know. so, yes, you'd been behind on monthly dues, but it wasn't your fault! blame capitalism. or, um, inflation.

"i know, i know. i swear, though, this is the last time!" you insist, wringing your hands.

he pulls out a cigarette, from his back pocket, the foil crinkling. he places it between his lips, "can't keep making exceptions, sweetheart." it's condescending, tied with a hidden threat, you think.

you blow out a breath, running a hand through your, already messy, hair. watching him light it, your eyes go wide with an idea. shameful, for sure.

but, dignity wasn't going to keep the rain off your head when you were sleeping in a cardboard box.

"not even," you tilt your head, looking at him with innocent eyes, lashes batting, "for me?" the way you're leaning closer, over the desk, it doesn't take him long to figure out what you're insinuating. your chest almost brushing his forearms, sukuna pauses, mid-smoke.

"for fuck's sake," he groans, rolling his eyes. "you're doing the work." he doesn't need to say it twice. sukuna leans back in his chair, his hands now resting loosely on his thighs, a silent invitation.

paying him a favor? bullshit. If anyone was benefiting here, it was you. who in their right mind wouldn't jump at the chance to get their brains fucked out by their ridiculously built landlord?

you didn't hesitate, settling onto his lap with a soft thud, straddling his hard thighs.

"hi," you grin, albeit slightly nervous, rolling your hips on his crotch.

"go on," he tsks, gripping your waist, holding you in place. your lips brush against his, hesitantly at first, then... not so much. his tongue slips into your mouth, exploring, and you moan, grinding against his growing erection.

your fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, the rough denim scratching against your skin. when you finally got them open, his thick, red-tipped cock sprang free, slapping against his lower stomach with a fleshy sound. a surprised gasp escaped you, and you're too shocked to be embarrassed.

"it'll fit, brat," he mutters, as if reading your mind. not wanting to test his patience, you lift your hips, guiding yourself to the slick head. slowly, agonizingly, you sink down, a sharp intake of breath escaping as you stretched around his impressive girth.

"fuck, you're tight," he groans, breath hitching. it took a moment of awkward squirming, but when you were finally seated fully, a whimper of discomfort and a burgeoning pleasure escaped you.

his large hand clamped onto your breast, his thumb teasing your hardening nipple through your thin top. you threw your head back, a guttural sound rising in your throat.

"s— sukuna... shit, you—!" whatever you'd planning to say, it dies out on your tongue, replaced with quiet whimpers of his name.

"mhm, keep... damnit, just like that." his voice is thick with lust, eyes fixed on you.

your movements lost their initial awkwardness, becoming more frantic as the pressure built in your core. your hands tangled in the short, spiky strands of his hair, gripping tightly as you rode him. sukuna's jaw clenched, his other hand now sliding down to cup your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"'kuna, 'm close," you whine, syllables drawn out.

"i know, mm— me, too," he grunts, his hips starting to buck against yours.

you came in a rush, a series of intense contractions that squeezed him tightly. sukuna followed just seconds after, a deep, guttural groan from his throat.

exhausted and slick with sweat, you collapsed against his chest, your head falling into the crook of his neck, his scent of smoke and pinewood filling your senses.

"if i keep fucking you," you ask, shaky and panting, "do i get to live here for free?"

★ IEIRI SHOKO — GYNECOLOGIST HELPS OUT NEEDY PATIENT WHO CAN'T SEEM TO CLIMAX!

"are you feeling any pain?" she asks, flipping through her notes, her brow furrowed in concentration.

you brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. "no."

"are you on birth control?"

"yes," you answer, fiddling with the thin hem of your paper hospital gown. you clear your throat, a nervous flutter in your chest. "yeah."

shoko clicks her pen, a small, decisive sound, and nods. "how long?"

"three— three years," you stammer, a warmth creeping up your neck. you're not entirely sure why you're so flustered. maybe it's the sterile environment, or maybe it's the fact that your doctor is so unbelievably gorgeous it's hard to focus on anything she's saying.

your gaze keeps drifting to the way her scrubs fit her chest, and you have to actively drag your attention back to her face. oh, thank god you're not a man, you think, a little mortified.

"uh-huh. and, to be sure, you've orgasmed before, right?"

you're also not sure why your face feels like it's on fire. this is her job. this is why you're here — for her to do her job and figure out what the hell is wrong with you.

"um, yeah. myself. i mean, i did it myself." the words tumble out, awkward and rushed.

her eyes flicker to yours, a brief, assessing glance, and you immediately drop your gaze, suddenly intensely interested in the wrinkles in your gown. shoko holds back a small laugh; you're kind of adorable in your embarrassment.

"alright," she says, taking a breath and shifting in her rolling chair. the movement causes a subtle jiggle of her breasts beneath her scrubs, and your thighs involuntarily clench.

pervert, you scold yourself internally. "well, based on your history, it doesn't look like there's any physiological reason for what you're describing."

"really? but, i can't, like, y'know…" you trail off, frowning, the frustration evident in your voice.

"cum?" shoko questions, filling in the blank with a bluntness that makes your cheeks heat — they never really did cool down — at her casual vulgarity.

"well, yeah. i mean, what about that?"

"don't fuck asses," she shrugs, her expression nonchalant. oh, god. was it hot in here? that wasn't just you, right? "but, i'm gonna do a pelvic exam anyway, yeah? just to rule everything out."

you nod, your eyes following her as she pulls out the cold metal stirrups. gently but efficiently, she guides your legs into them, her gaze surprisingly steady and focused on you.

"pulling this up now," she informs you, tugging on the front of your gown. shoko moves it higher, and you instinctively lift your hips to accommodate.

you fidget with your hands, acutely aware of the slickness blooming between your legs. you just know she'll see it. her eyes, no matter how professional she tries to keep them, widen almost imperceptibly as she takes in your pretty, wet folds. you can see the internal battle she's waging not to say something suggestive.

"won't need lube," she mumbles, mostly to herself, but you catch it, your ears burning red. the cool touch of a latex-gloved hand brushes against your swollen clit, and a involuntary shiver courses through you. you clench your jaw, resisting the urge to make any and all embarrassing noises.

then, her middle finger slips inside you, and a soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it. "sorry," you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand.

"no need to apologize," she says, her voice softening slightly. "it's just us in here, y'know."

"ri— right."

her finger probes the tight walls of your cunt, and you instinctively squeeze around it. another finger slides in, and by this point, she can probably confirm you're perfectly healthy.

but she doesn't stop. not yet.

then, she thrusts them deeper, and your hips jerk up off the table. "ngh, fuck," you murmur, your eyes falling shut against the sudden, intense sensation.

her other thumb comes to rest on your puffy clit, rubbing gently, then pinching with deliberate pressure. shoko's pace quickens, her digits fucking you harder and deeper.

"how's that, baby? feel nice?" her voice is a low, husky purr.

"god, yeah. keep going, please!" you plead, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"close already? haven't even been going for long," she laughs, a soft, breathy sound that vibrates between your legs. "ah, that's alright. go on, prove me right."

your inner muscles clench rhythmically around her fingers, and you moan, the familiar knot of your impending climax tightening in your stomach. it intensifies, coiling tighter and tighter, and with one final, deliberate flick of her wrist, it breaks.

"see? told you, you were just fucking the wrong people."

"and, the right people?" you ask, your body still trembling, your head lolling back against the headrest.

shoko chuckles, a low, knowing sound. "me."

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