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𝑵𝒆𝒘𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔

[Bakugou Katsuki]

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Warning! NewYears sex. Raw sex. Fluffy sex. Hotel sex. Sex.

New Years. Forgetting about the past. Eyeing for the future. Resolutions. Motvations. Expectations. And all that crap.

But old habits are hard to forget.

"Katsuki, they'll be starting the countdown soon," you breathed while jogging after the restless boy. His hand gripped tightly around your wrist as he pulled you to wherever.

Up some stairs you went, the noise of the party fading more and more. When you finally slowed down you aimed to scold your boyfriend for being so secretive.

Then you saw it.

An enchanting view of the party below. More so, the twinkling city in the distance. The party venue was located somewhere up a hillside, boldening the sighting before you.

It had you stunned. You looked at Katsuki, who was already staring at you with wonder glistering in his eyes. He took your hand, gently, and guided you to the railing. Together, you admired the last counting seconds of 2022.

You leaned with your head against his chest. His chin rested on your head. You felt same, comforted, and admired.

"Katsuki?" You asked he hummed in response. "What plans do you have for the year?"

He sighed, "Don't piss me off by talking about shit like that." His voice was low but lacked hostility. His arms folded tighter around you as he thought of his true intentions for the year.

You smiled and took a deep, refreshing breath. The timer hit ten seconds until midnight. You might've been imagining it, but you felt Katsuki's heart quickening in pace.

10... 9... 8

"It doesn't matter what happens this year," he crested your arm.

7... 6... 5...

"Because whatever happens to me, you'll be there." You turned around to look him in the eyes. The sensation of vulnerability boiled within you. You could see how much you meant to him. You could see how much he cared for you.

3...

"And I shall be there this year, next year, the year after," you kissed his hands. "You will always have me by your side, Katsuki." He felt a lump in his throat, looking at you as you spoke.

2...

"Fuck, I love you."

"And I love you."

1... Happy New Years!

Perhaps if you were prioritizing the countdown, you would've called out as well. But in that moment, all your attention and love was focused on the man standing before you.

Syncing with the exploding of shimmering fireworks, he connected his lips with yours. Soft and gentle. You twisted your hands into his hair, and he somehow pulled you closer to him.

The fireworks illuminated your silhouettes. The kiss got passionate the more each of you remembered how much you truly loved the other.

Air got scares as you breathlessly continued to kiss each other. His hands started wandering and so did yours. His lips missed yours and aimed for your chin, jaw, neck... everywhere where he could mark you as his and his alone.

From the sighting area to the hotel bedroom, you traveled. Where you were carried in his arms, you were now sitting within his lap; nude.

Again, he whispered sweet affirmations.

He lifted you up by your thighs and positioned you above his hardened dick. before the tension shifted, you pecked the tip of his nose, the lowered yourself onto him.

Bouncing, grinding, and fucking you senselessly on his cock. Passion suffocated both of you and left you intoxicated.

Wet noises echoed in the room with each movement. groaning, moaning and calling out each other's names. He held you close. You hugged him tightly.

"Fuck," you gasped when a hand sneakily started rubbing your clit. Your pace was starting to get sloppier and sloppier, missing beats and chasing a whole other rythm.

He didn't care, though. he didn't care one bit. You could just look at him and he'd cream himself. Having your cunt squeze the shti out o his cock and dripping the slickness he created, eagered him towards his climax.

Because of your stimulated clit you were first to cum, moaning and crying out his name. You pushed through, riding out your orgasm and overstimulating yourself, until Katsuki shot his seed deep inside of you.

You could never and most likely never will get used to the indescribable sensation of being fucking by Katsuki. With each round and each intimate moment, you fall deeper and deeper in love.

You pecked the tip of his nose, still hugging his dick with your walls. "Happy New Years, Katsuki."

"Yeah, yeah," he flipped you over so that your back laid softly on the bed. "Happy New Years." Then, he fucked you some more.

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𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉

[Tamaki Keigo]

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Warning! Oral sex. Infidelity. Animal-Breeding-Heat-Shit. Tied-up sex. Blindfolded sex. Bottom!Hawks sex. Sex.

You've been dating the number two hero for roughly a year. You knew his tricks. You knew his ways. You were familiar with how he handled certain situations.

Take Springtime, for instance. He barely has any control over his hormones and sometimes gets out of hand. He takes drugs to calm himself, but sometimes it's just not enough. Instincts often take over.

"Hhmm," he started stirring awake. Though he tried opening his eyes, he could still only see darkness. "Huh?"

You had your boundaries and agreed-upon set of rules. The most important one being that he wasn't allowed near any sort of pup, club, or party during his 'heat'.

You simply wanted to keep him guarded from his impulses. To prevent any unwanted incident from happening. But did he always listen? No. He did not.

"Am I being kidnapped?" He asked sleepily with a raspy, morning voice. His feathers tried locating themselves, but his conclusion only confused him more. He was still at home. Only, he was tied up and blindfolded to his own bed.

His senses perked and he noticed that you walked into the room. "H-Hey, kid. What's going on?" He got nothing out of you. "Are we trying something new? Never through you'd be into- ack!" His seductive tone got cut off when you aggressively pulled off his blindfold.

You weren't pleased. You were angry and you were frustrated. Still, you said nothing. Keigo started again with his suggestiveness but ultimately got silence. You walked to the corner of the room and sat down.

"What time is it?" You asked casually.

"I don't know. Eight? Maybe nine?"

Your tongue fiddled in your cheek. "What time is it?" You asked again.

He thought for a moment. He realized what was going on. he regretted everything he'd ever done and even more so not telling you about it.

"Look, kid. I know you're upset but we-"

"What time is it?!" You were growing impatient.

He swallowed thickly. "Springtime."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means I have impulsive desires," you slowly got up and inched closer and closer to him. "And that I can't control my lust."

"Good," your steps were just as slow. The tension suffocated him. "You can't think for yourself and go off goofing around like some manwhore. But luckily for you, I took it upon myself to put down some grown rules. To which you agreed to."

"Kid, I know how this looks-"

"Oh, do you?!" Your voice belted into the room. "Because if you knew how this would look, you wouldn't have broken that one goddamn rule you agreed to!!" You took a deep breath and calmed yourself.

"Was it good?" You asked, finally standing between his tied-up legs. His eyes shot up to pleadingly look into yours. Guilt. He was painted red with it. "Rumi told me you enjoyed it a lot."

"I don't know what Rumi told you, but it didn't go far, I swear! You have to believe me, Kid!"

"If you hadn't gone out it wouldn't have gone anywhere! Just stay home for a week or so until your bird senses die down! Was that too much to ask?!" Your voice cracked, and you took another deep breath.

You sunk to your knees and fiddled with the waistband of his pants. Rather soon after, you were face to face with his boxers. The proximity had his blood flow harden his cock.

With death-glaring eyes you looked up at him. And in the gentles voice you said:

"Now you're here, sitting before me, reeking of alcohol with fucking lip-gloss smeared all over your fucking face."

"I wasn't thinking, I know! It happened so fast, but I got rid of- ngh!" You roughly palmed his dick. "K-Kid, don't do that."

Your movements had his dripping into his boxers. Even they were removed eventually, leaving his cock exposed for only your eyes to see. Slowly, you stood up and blindfolded him again. Softly, you pecked the corner of his mouth.

"I have to," you whispered, returning to your kneeling position. "I have to remind you that I'm the only one that can make you feel good."

Mercilessly you stuffed his cock into your mouth. The familiar taste of his seed played on your tastebuds. His precum leaked onto his shaft. It smoothened your harsh strokes.

You applied pressure with your tongue, sending the bird man to heaven and hell. His eyes were close, enhancing his other senses. His mouth, however, had no reason not to be used. He moaned, groaned, and cried out your name. No nicknames. Your name.

Despite your own cunt leaking with desire, you used your free hand to fiddle with his balls. No matter how much he pleaded with you to go slower and softer, you raced him towards ecstacy.

"Fuck! I'm gonna c-cum- ack!" He almost started shaking. It was an intense orgasm; one he never had before. You dominating him was an arousement he never thought he'd ever experience.

Your figure shifted; he could tell. You stood before him and slowly removed his blindfold. His eyes had to adjust, but then he saw you. You and your sincere expression. "Kid?"

"Don't do that again... okay?" Softly you asked of him. His heart nearly shattered

He didn't want to tell you because he was afraid. Afraid of losing you. Afraid of hurting you. He loved you so much that he hated himself for giving in to Rumi's temptations of going to the bar.

You only wanted to protect him. He only wanted to protect you.

He nodded his head, and you untied him. You were still frowning ever so slightly, but his silent promise meant more to you than he could ever imagine. You were heartbroken when you hear about a girl kissing him.

You were done untying him and he rubbed his wrists. You looked at him, feeling all those frustrating emotions. You were still very angry with him, but at least he had his priorities in check.

Passionately, you started kissing him. Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer. He kissed back without hesitation. Between breaths he continuously apologized; reminding you of how much he loved you.

He pulled back. He started into your eyes. He said with a chuckle, "Fuck. You should be top more often."

You went back to kissing him. He started taking the lead and got rid of the rest of his and your clothes. Both naked and bare, he broke the kiss for a final time.

He snickered, "My turn."

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estjbeaver · 1 year

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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑

[Bakugou Katsuki]

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Warning! Rough sex. Raw sex. Multiple rounds sex. Missionary sex. Teasing sex. Short sex. Sex.

He's been waiting long. Too long. He received a prize for winning No Nut November, but the relief he got from pounding into you topped it all.

You moaned, groaned, and called out his name. Nearly breaking your back in an arch. Nearly losing sight because of how tightly you kept your eyes shut.

Ruthlessly mixing your organs into jelly, rearranging your entire anatomy. You were his to claim after an agonizingly long month of being teased, tested, and taunted.

"F- Fuck," he came again. Tears dammed at the overstimulation. His thumb never left your clit, constantly rubbing it in a contrasting manner to his rough thrusts.

Wearing his shirts. Cooking for him with nothing but an apron on. He was determined to win, for the sake of his pride. He never missed a chance to help you out with your needs. Finger fucking you senselessly. He won, eventually, at the end of November.

It had been a very long month for his poor desires. Ever since he had you on the counter, floor, shower, bed, or wherever he thought it best to fuck you dry.

Your tits bounced at his rhythm. One leg draped over his shoulder while the other was still shaking from your most recent orgasm.

Whoever says missionary isn't hot just hasn't done it with the right person. Looking into each other's eye. Seeing everything you're doing to the whimpering man. How he thrusted his cock deep inside of you.

It edged you on to cum again. Round after round. Until the condoms were done and he fucked you raw. The bed shook and screeched under both your weight.

His breaths were rigid, and he struggled keeping pace. You shut your eyes tightly and gripped onto the sheets beside you. A few final pounds and he let out animalistic moans. Your voice was hoarse at the number of times you called out his name. "Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki!"

He pulled his dick out and grinned breathlessly at his seed dripping from your bullied cunt.

His lips dipped down and kissed you lovingly. Butterfly kisses planted themselves on all your hickies and bruises and love bites. He muttered inaudible assurances of how much you meant to him. How much he needed you. How much he loved you.

You held his face above yours and stared longingly into his pretty red eyes. It made you smile. Then, you started to laugh.

"How many rounds did we do?" You chuckled as he fell to the bed beside you. You cuddled closer to him.

"Nowhere near enough to make up for all the shit you've been giving me," he referred to all the teasing, testing, and taunting.

You pecked his cheek. "We've got our work cut out for us, huh?"

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𝑵𝒐𝑵𝒖𝒕𝑵𝒐𝒗

[Bakugou Katsuki]

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Warning! Teasing sex. Finger sex. Yeah... that's about it. Sex.

Fuck, you were being a tease. You stood in the mirror of your bathroom and looked at your chosen outfit. That being black lacy lingerie.

A small recap: the friend group had agreed upon taking part in the no nut November challenge. Some were against it at first, but their egoes ended up giving in. Bakugou Katsuki, your boyfriend, just so happened to have been one of these unlucky souls.

It'd been a long and excruciating month due to the lack of intimacy. You could still relieve yourself should it be needed, but the poor stubborn hero simply had to bare with the discomfort of desire.

Fuck, you were being a tease. You were curious to know how long he could last before succumbing to your alluring tactics. The door to your apartment clicked open after you heard the keys jingle. It opened and closed and Katsuki called out that he was home.

"You hiding or something?" He asked, wlaking around and searching for you.

"Just trying out a new outfit I bought," you called out from the bathroom. "Uhm, mind checking and seeing if it's okay?"

"Tch. You need to stop spending your money or shitty fashion," he replied in his usual manner. Translated, he actually meant that he really wanted to see what you had gotten for yourself.

One final glance of confidence at your reflection and you left the bathroom. He was still in the kitchen, scavenging for ingredients to cook with for the two of you.

His back was turned facing you. You rolled your eyes and continued the conversation in the most casual way possible.

"I personally think this is the best one so far," you started, looking down at your langirie. He turned his head over his shoulder, then with surprised, wide eyes turned his whole body. "What do you think?"

Asked seductively with fox eyes. Slyly provoking him and knowing exactly what you were doing to him. He swallowed thickly. He combed his fingers through his hair.

"Fuck, you're such a fucking tease."

"No I'm not," your innocent play was what broke him. "What? Don't you like my outfit? I bought it specially for you..."

You were on the kitchen counter.

Your legs were spread out.

Your mouth being sucked at and kissed by Katsuki.

Fuck that nnn shit. He was going to devour you right then and there. You pulled away from the heated kiss and grinned.

"But Baby, what about the challenge?"

"Fuck the challenge," he kissed you again. "And fuck you."

"Please do."

The beautiful laced underwear was burned from your skin. Big needy hands touched you all over. From your back to your neck to your arms to your breasts. Wherever his fingers roamed, you pleaded for more.

Bretahless and panting you tried muffling your moans. His mouth cupped your nipples and gnawed at them as if he were a hungry newborn.

Red and purple marks were already decorating your neck and collar bone. Tits covered in bitemarks.

He lowered himself closer to a crouch, kissing butterfly kisses all along your stomach. The sensations had you creaming your pants.

A soft peck was planted against the singular fabric you had left on your body. His hand massaged your thighs and his eyes glared up into yours.

"Since when are you so patient?" You stuttered through rigid breaths. "Take it off already."

He stood back up, gripped your chin with his hand, and stared stoicly into your soul.

"No."

"Huh? What do you mean- ah! Shit!" Your words slummered together. Against the gabrick, aggressively rubbing up your slit, were his fingers.

"You can't be a tease without being fucking teased," he lectured.

It flew over your head, though. Nothing really made sense due to the chaotic madness that drove your lust to insanity. He wasn't gentle at all. You were grateful for the panties, otherwide you might've cum already.

His fingers kept rubbing and rubbing, irritating your clit closer and closer to sensational relief.

"Fuck," you moaned. A hand gripped at Katsuki's supporting arm that rested on the counter beside you. He didn't utter a sound and kept a firm gaze on your trembling form.

You tried moaning out his name but even that was a fail. Your legs tensed up and your toes curled. Nails dug into his skin and your eyes tightly shut.

He kept on going at the same oace until he knew every last bit of your orgasm had been rode out. Your pussy leaked cum into your panties. He could feel the dampness against the fabric.

You were breathless. "You're so mean." He could only snicker. When some sense of strength returned you reached for the waistband of his pants. He stopped you. "What? Don't want me to take care of your not-so-little problem?"

He placed both hands either side of you on the counter, trapping you competely.

"I agreed to this stupid challenge," he kissed you gently. "And I don't fucking lose."

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𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑫

[Kuroo Testurou]

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Warning! Mentions of ADHD. Punishment sex. Rough sex. Missionary sex. Sex talk. A singular sex slap. Raw sex.

"Y'know, when you said your girl was coming to watch us play, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

Kuroo couldn't blame Kenma for 'teasing' him. You were at the practice match; physically, sure, but most definitely not in spirit. Your mind was drifting off to wherever the book you were reading lead it. Honestly, he dubbed you to be rather rude.

Only ever when the small crowd cheered did you look up from the used pages. It was your chemistry book, so nothing too exciting. Tests were coming up and you really needed to put in the extra hours.

Whenever a wistle blew on the court your eyes would glance up, each time to see the red team celebrate... only to see Kuroo's dissapinted look. But he had to understand! For him chemistry came like second nature.

You were struggling with it... just like how you were struggling to think later that night.

"Look at me," he demanded the impossible. Two fingers buried deep inside of you; your whole body twisted into inhumane positions. "I said look at me." A hand slapped your ass.

You finally looked into his yellow, gleaming eyes. "See? Not that hard to keep your eyes me, now is it?"

"Tetsu-"

"Shh," you were cut in by both the gasp of his fingers leaving you, and then also those very fingers pressing against your lips in a shushing motion. Your own juices were smeared onto your lips. "All you have to do, is to pay attention to me."

He removed his fingers and lowered his head. Starting by only kissing the corner of your lips, teasingly, to trailing butterfly kisses to your jaw and neck.

"Pay attention to me kissing you," he started licking and biting around your collarbone. "To me biting you," his lips moved down and down until a mouth cupped your nipple. "To me sucking you."

You cried out in pleasure, hands fiddling with his hair, but he had other plans. "Pay attention to me pinning you down," he did as foretold, and you were left with wrists cuffed by his hands. "To me loving you." He glided down. "To me adoring you." Dangerously close to your pussy. "To me fucking you drunk."

Kuroo never was one to tell lies. Though he let your hands free, he spared you nothing but a few seconds to collect yourself. After throwing his jersey on the floor, one insanely hard dick was pressed against your throbbing clit.

"You see this cock?" Your eyes were all answer he needed. "It's like ADHD medicine. Helps you maintain focus."

Not even the strongest source of any calming pills could settle the heat that dashed your cheeks. There was no time for adjusting to anything. He mercilessly pounded into you like a bitch in heat.

Again and again, he reminded you not to go against his wishes. Again and again, you were punished for daring to priorities chemistry over him.

He started going feral and verbally called out the desires you were cursing him with. Groaning with each buckle of his hips until your tight little walls came all over him. He didn't care. He rode your orgasm out into overstimulation. He played his fucking heart out for you so now he'll fuck your fucking brains out.

Rigid breaths. Sloppy thrusts. Gripping hands. Shaking and twitching legs. Missionary has never been so hot. Warm seed filled you up; sticky cum dripping from your cunt.

He slapped his balls a few more times against your ass before standing still to catch his breath. His dick was still inside of you, being brewed in both your orgasms. he nearly fell on top of you, but his arms caught him.

He kissed you deeply. "Next time, you pay attention to me, yeah?" His voice was so much lighter. Kind and playful as you knew it well. You nodded your head and kissed him back. "Right!" He called out, getting on his knees and effortlessly turning you around.

"What are you-"

"C'mon, Chibi Chain. That was only the introduction. Time to tackle the elements of the problematic table. After that, we'll head on straight over to combining solids and liquids."

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𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕

[Bakugou Katsuki]

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Warning! Halloween sex. Costume sex. Oral sex. Rough sex. Basically, just sex.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked good, no one could deny that much. And your outfit just added to the dazzling sight.

No one could blame you, since you had every right the cosplay your boyfriend. Dating for quite some time and finally you've decided to wear a custom-made outfit of his hero suit. Guess there's a new Ground Zero in town.

Tight fit, spreading perfectly across your curves. Gives a wedgy, sure, but at least helps with forming an ass. V-neck, to say the least. The orange cross around your chest is about where the fabric stops. Green gloves, but no gauntlets. Bombat boots.

Then there's your hair and makeup. Hair teased and gelled, to create some sense of spikes. Eyeshadow and eyeliner used to create a mask. The rest was left for the sake of charm.

You heard the front door unlock and the jingling of keys. Bakugou came walking in, nose glued to the screen of his phone.

"Do we really have to go to this damn party?!" Were his first words. He blindly kept on walking to your shared room.

"Don't give me that. You're the one who insisted on going." You spoke, feeling a bit anxious as he walked into the room. He still didn't look up, though.

"Yeah, well, that was before I found out it was a fucking costume party." He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"If you want, we could have our own party right here." Personally, you've never been the type to jump at the slightest remark of a party or social event. You'd always just go wherever Bakugou went, and if he preferred to stay home, then you would do just that. You still wouldn't deny that you were pissed, though.

"Hmm," he responded, falling on his back with his arms covering his eyes. He was tired, you could tell. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a bit disappointed that you didn't get to show off your outfit.

"You could've at least told me you were canceling before I got ready."

"You actually put on a fucking costume?" He snorted out, teasingly.

"Yeah," you sighed. "And it took forever as well." This is where your tone of voice changed. You were going to have a party one way or another. With others, or just with him... on that very bed... and who says you need costumes? Who says you need clothes?

"It's not that big of a deal. We'll do it some other time, just not now."

You kept on admiring yourself in the mirror. "I suppose. Maybe you could judge it and say if it's good enough then? For 'next time'."

"Ugh, fine." His arm lifted slightly and a sly eye peeked lazily at you. Your back was facing him, but your reflection was just as accessible.

His hand was gone in a second's time. He jolted upright and with wide eyes looked at you. Up and down. Anxiety kicked in, again, but you swallowed it back down. You turned around.

"I was kind of going for the Number One Hero vibe."

You had his heart racing. "Yeah, we're not fucking going to any shitty party."

He was on his feet a split moment later. Arms were wrapped around you and sloppy kisses welcomed you to the party. Like a spiked drink you could feel yourself losing sanity. Sloppy. Wet. Messy. He kissed you as if it was the last time, he'd ever kiss anyone. Hands were all over you.

"Fuck you," he spoke between kisses. "Fuck you for being so goddamn pretty." He kissed you again, losing trace and finding his own route to your jaw and neck.

You bit down on your lip then spoke breathlessly, "Just showing my support." You had his heart racing.

He bit and sucked and gnawed at your collarbone, adding to the Halloween effect of bruised flesh.

"Where the fuck is the zip?" He was getting frustrated, hand nearly clawing at your back. You snickered between muffled moans. Your own hands finding the zip. His hand cupped yours and together you pulled it down.

"Still going to ruin my outfit?" You chuckled.

"Only if you ruin mine." The two of you looked like twinsies, since he was still in his work clothes, aka, his hero suit. You nodded your head once, hands eagerly searching for his buttons or hooks or zips or whatever. "You look good in orange," he commented while you undressed him.

You were fucking pushing it when you looked up at him with doe eyes. "I look good in you. Just like how you look good in me."

Fuck the zip, he blasted the rest of your clothes clean off. You yelped at the sudden motion of him throwing you onto the bed. You were nude, completely bare. He crawled onto the bed, smashing your lips together for another kiss.

He finished undressing himself and was soon just as vulnerable as you were. His kisses trailed down. Again, at your jaw, neck, and collar bone, but then he went further.

Fondling and sucking at your breasts. Biting around your nipple in a way that would leave a mark. He absolutely devoured you and you grew hungry yourself. Time for the snacks to be brought out.

Across your tummy he softly kissed. Suddenly a stroke of a finger glided over your folds and clit. Arching back and verbal cries. Is this where you die? You wouldn't mind, though. Death by sex sounds so romantic.

A tongue started twisting and turning itself over your clit. Rubbing and pressing and licking all over the place. Your senses were on a high, concentrated exactly where he drove you mad.

Your nails clawed into the sheets. Your body reacted honestly to his every movement. You couldn't help it. No matter what you did, he would end up turning you to a zombie. You still had your combat boots on, you noticed. But then all logic sprouted to chaos in your mind.

You creamed all over his face. He licked it off. He licked you off. And he grinned like a satisfied beast. He kissed you again, forcing you to share that enjoyment of ecstasy that overflowed him when you came. He did that to you. He made you feel good, and it was boosting his ego.

Main course. And who knows, maybe there'll be dessert.

You yelped, again, when two rough hands gripped around your upper thigh and pulled you to the edge of the bed. With your ass being left for hanging, and feet on the floor, he walked towards the bedside table. You could see his hard dick and holy shit was it fluttering butterflies in your stomach. He got a condom and came back to where you were patiently waiting.

"This is so much better than any other party," you squeaked out, Bakugou grinning at your remark. "Did you at least like the costume?"

He leaned closer, kissing you sincerely. "You should wear it more often." You smiled into the kiss the instantly had a change in expression.

hands gripped tightly at his hair, pulling it ever so slightly. At some point you couldn't even focus on kissing him, because his cock was buried too deep inside of you.

He railed you mercilessly into the ground, breaking the break with every thrust. Buckling his hips in and out of you. Walls clenching around him. He was overstimulating you.

He straightened his posture, needing to grip your ass cheeks and hoist you up. With the leverage from his standing position, he fucked you into next Tuesday. It was wild. Vibrations of his own grunts and groans managed to electrify your insides.

His swollen tip somehow only growing more and more the closer he pounded to your cervix. Screw G-spot, he was railing down on every inch of your pussy. Repeating the motion over and over until you couldn't take it anymore.

Your body twitched and the purest respond came crying from your lewd mouth. Your walls tightened with excess, and you swore you saw double. It wasn't long before the rubber filled with his seed. He pounded three or four more times into you, testing both your limits.

When he pulled out the emptiness almost felt painful. Breaths were rigid and chests were heaving. Here and there you would twitch. He leaned over, again, kissing you with the softest and sweetest kisses.

He would always do this. No matter how hard he fucked you, even if its' into another dimension, he would pamper you with kisses. You looked into his pretty red eyes and wrapped your numb arms around his neck. He smiled.

"We should do Halloween more often."

"Fuck yeah."

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Bakugou Katuki

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𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓

[Tamaki Keigo]

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Warning! Spoilers. Slow burn. Drunken sex. Breeding sex. Desperate sex. Forgetful sex. Loveless sex. No strings attached. Plot sex. Strangers to Lovers Sex

"T-This just in..."

You were seated in your usual spot at your usual bar, subtly listening intently at what the reporter had to say.

"T-This- I can't believe- "

She kept on stuttering over her own words. It annoyed you at first, but then you realized that gasps and sobs joined the baffled reporter. Curiosity had you looking up at the screen.

"I-" she cleared her throat. "This just in. Pro Hero Hawks seems to be having a struggle fighting against League of Villains member: Dabi. The blue flames make it hard to see b- but we should only hope for the- ah!"

The reported was attacked and the camera went all fuzzy. More people in the bar started whispering and gossiping; overall worrying about their safety. Many left while others tried to drown their sorrows away with alcohol. You just sat there, finishing your drink, looking up at the fuzzing tv.

Life never was something to brag about to you. Your quirk had gotten you exactly where your parents wanted you to be. You were a graduate of medical school, supported by your Regeneration quirk. Basically, you rebuilt lost or damaged DNA.

Later that night you walked alone in the streets of rubble, shit and death. Some newbie heroes took care of the job, though it lasted hours. Hawks ended up in the hospital, wings joined in the rusty evening sky as nothing more than ashes. You'd met him before and rather enjoyed his "company". Met at the bar, a few drinks in, then woke up entangled with feathers and sheets.

A shame, really, to see such potential burn in the flames of his rival. Fuck you, she scolded Dabi for being such a dickhead.

Time skip. He was discharged about two days ago, the fight being something of the past. Weeks were wasted in the hospital where the constant reminder of his disappointment haunted him. He was told to take things easy but being sober was forcing him to nearly lose his sanity. He left for a bar. A bar he hadn't visited in quite some time, and he wasn't sure why.

Everywhere he walked people would gawk and stare. Some would even try to encourage him, but that always ruined his day even more. People pitied him now. A hero, who was supposed to save them.

Wearing a face mask and cap he took a seat at the far back. He asked for something strong and patiently waited.

"Everyone's fucking stupid," he heard you say from behind him, seated at your usual booth. At first, he didn't think you were talking to him. "Either people or blind, or luck is finally on your side." You took a sip. He glanced through the corner of his eyes, but still couldn't see you.

"What now? You gon pity me or some shit? Call me out for being such a fucking disappointment?"

"Why would I do that?" He turned his head over his shoulder and looked directly at the back of your head. "You did more than what I ever could've."

"Yet I still failed." You scoffed and downed your drink, the notified waiter refilling it within moments. "Something funny?"

"Just you thinking you're so special," you could feel him lifting his brows and twisted your head to look at him. Your arm rested atop the booths. Both your faces were really close.

"I'm not-"

"But you are," you swallowed more comfort-juice.

"I'm not-"

"But you are," he stayed quiet to avoid irritation. "Stop thinking you're so special just because some villain whooped your ass. Life happens and there's nothing you can do about it... except laugh it off and call out: 'Fuck you too'," his eyes softened after a moment's worth of pondering. Then he started to chuckle amusingly.

"Have we met?" He then asked, voice a mixture of pure depression and pure delight.

You shrugged. "You've had many, but I'm a lucky bitch who was railed by the Pro Hero Hawks." A seductive grin grinned and he lifted a brow. Your glass rested on your bottom lip and daring eyes looked up at him. "Guess you were just having a shitty day and needed some therapy."

He reached for his own drink and downed the burning liquid. "Guess you pop up exactly when I need you most, huh." You snickered and placed your empty glass down.

"Are you saying you're having a bad day?" Fuck, you were being a slut. Your finger traced circles on his shoulder, ignoring the threatening glare he sent your way. "Maybe you need some therapy."

You looked at him. Fuck, you looked at him.

And that's how you ended up under him, begging for more and pleading for him to stop. Hands clawing at his back as his mouth sucked, bit, gnawed, and kissed away at your body.

Both naked. Both steaming hot. Both already dripping with sweat. Both horny as life itself. Where exactly? He said it was his place, but you didn't quite remember it being as such. Didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered other than his slick fucking fingers stretching you out mercilessly. Your hands gripped at his hair and pulled, groans and moans syncing sexually. He added his thumb to rub your clit. Your back arched and a string of curses cursed their way out your mouth. The common stranger would never take you for being so verbal.

And you weren't. Unless it was a frustrated, animalistic horny beast busy railing you into the fucking ground. You came all over his hand, his fingers dripping soaking wet with the evidence you proved of being ready. He did that. He made you feel so good your body erupted with sensational orgasm.

"I think- I'm starting- to remember you," he spoke between sloppy kisses, ignoring his desperation for air. You kept on kissing him back.

"How so?"

He pulled away and flipped you over, forcing you into doggy style. He took a moment; a painfully short moment, just to take all of you in. "Who the fuck wouldn't remember something as incredible as you?"

Your head dropped with a childish grin. Big, rough hands tightly gripped your sides. Your heartbeat beat faster and faster at the anticipating expectation of him filling you up. You weren't a virgin when he fucked you before, but his size made you feel like tearing everything possible. It had you anxiously excited.

"Ha!" You responded to his previous statement. "You haven't seen the least of my incredibility," you boasted. Then you felt it. A massive fucking cock just brushing over your dripping cunt. It slid between your folds, massaging your clit with every up and down movement.

His chest pressed up against your back, mouth close to your ear. You felt his hot breaths. You felt his tongue wetting your lobe. Shivers. Fucking shivers.

"Then show me."

Fuck! What better word to describe what he was doing to you? With no mercy and no time for taking a breath, he fucked himself deep into you. Pounding endlessly until you swore, he reached your cervix. A repeated motion of buckling his hips and gripping your waist. It drove you mad.

Again and again, he thrusted into you and then for absolutely no fucking reason... he stopped. Dick buried deep inside of you, you were hoisted up and pressed against him. Your back against his chest. Both standing on your knees, only you had a twitching cock inside of you.

"Show me exactly what makes you so memorable."

When you made your remark, you meant it in two ways. You were incredible. Your quirk, to be more specific. And when he uttered those words, it somehow managed to slip out doubled meaning as well.

When all he got was sympathy, you proved to him that life was cruel and there was no point bitching about that. Yet you lightened something that he didn't even know was there. A flame, perhaps? A glimpse of... motivation?

His arms were crossed over your body, each hand gripping a tit. your one hand reached to cup his cheek, while the other rested atop his hands. His nose nuzzled into your neck, pecking it softly.

"If I did that, you might not want to let me go."

You wanted him. Before it was only a hunch and even now you could've just been under the influence of his arousal, but you wanted him. And not just in the sexual way. You wanted him. Desperately.

"You thought I was going to let you go?" He tugged at a string in your mind that sent flutters into your tummy. One peck to the cheek and you were back on all fours, gripping onto the sheets and crying out cries of pleasure. Bouncing along to his beat. Taking him in inch by inch. Like a hawk in heat, he made you his.

His thrusts became sloppy and breaths even more rigid. He was close. You gasped and yelped all at once, feeling the sudden attachment of his finger fingering your clit. Over stimulation. Complete and utter rapture. Glee that made you feel wanted and adored. How could he have such an effect on you?

Your walls tightened and pussy juices squirted all over his pounding cock. Hawks himself then joined you in orgasm and filled you with his seed. Hot, sticky cum dripped from your cunt, sweat mixing in with it.

You were exhausted. He plucked himself from your clingy pussy and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. At first, you fell face first into the bed. You then caught your breath and adjusted your position to look at him. He sensed it and looked back at you.

No words. He simply crawled onto the bed and wrapped big strong arms around you. Gently, he shifted both your weights to lay on your sides; snuggled up against him. You felt hot, sure, but you also felt safe. You heard him chuckle with little amusement.

"Last time I held you I could at least cover you up," he mentioned towards his lost wings. The fluttering burned and you had a heavy sensation dropping in your chest. He pecked your forehead, but let go when you looked up at him.

"I want to show you how incredible I am now." You've decided. His head titled slightly to the side in confusion and he snickered.

"Thought we already established that, kid."

You pulled your lips into a thin line, but then shook your head. Sincerity in your eyes allowed him to understand how serious you were, and his expression softened. He looked at you and maintained focus on where you were touching him. Over his chest, down his sides. Across his back... until you touched the roots where his wings once were.

He cringed or flinched; you weren't sure. One hand went to his neck, and you pulled him in for a kiss. Something to distract him. Something to comfort him. Intimacy. Affection. Passion. All synced along to the kiss. You worked your magic. He didn't notice.

When you pulled away his forehead touched yours. You felt gingerly at the roots of his wings. You smiled. You started to giggle. He looked down on you and gave you a questioning look. You simply smiled up at him.

"And that smile?" As reply you gestured towards the bathroom. In specific the mirror. He felt like there was something on his face or some shit and decided to get up. You sat there, excitedly waiting for him to open his gift from you. It was honestly the least you could do for him.

He looked at his reflection and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He turned to the side and looked back at where you were sitting on the bed, shrugging. You motioned towards the mirror again, this time he only turned his head to examine his side figure.

H-How?

His eyes were wide, yours were closed. His mouth was agape, yours pulled up in a smug smile. His hands were near trembling, yours were ready to embrace him again. There they were. At his roots.

Two little bundles of freshly grown, scarlet-red feathers. An unforgettable favor.

Hawks

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𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎

[Todoroki Shoto]

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Warning! Oral Sex. First time sex. Arranged Marriage Sex. Oral Sex (cause there's a lot). Sex.

You'd known him since high school. You'd fallen in love with him, since high school. He barely even knew your name since high school. Now, by some miraculous joke, you're married to him. Wonderful, isn't it? Not if he was forced into the contract, no.

"You want something to drink?" You smiled softly and shook your head at his monochromatic words. He nodded his head slowly before walking to the side of the bed, close to where you were sitting on the edge. He sat down and started undressing, which obviously had you flustered. It triggered the realization of what was about to go down.

"Actually!" You blurted out, the two-toned-haired boy turning his head to look at you. "A drink would be nice. Something strong. Very strong."

He wasn't an idiot and got what you were trying to imply. He didn't blame you. Mere hours before you were wed to one another. Mere days before you were notified of this arrangement.

You blinked your haze away and looked at his approaching form. His god-like approaching form, might I add. You could gawk forever should you be given the chance. His dress-shirt was already buttoned down, exposing teasing amounts of his fucking ripped body. His hair was messy. His pants were wrinkled. He looked at you through hooded eyes. Oh, those eyes.

What you'd give to know what they were seeing. How he saw you and what he thought of the image.

Beauty. Intellect. Confidence. Stubbornness, mind you. If he had five words or less to describe the image he was seeing, that would be the perfect summary.

He gave you the drink and after clinging the glasses together, both chugged the strong alcohol. You knew alcohol usually took a while to kick in, but your mindset soon changed after those few swallows. So did his. He looked at you with much more honest stares, consuming every inch of your body as if it were the last meal on earth sitting before him. Fuck.

A certain area in his pants tightened, cruelly obvious to your angle. Your eyes had no filter, and you blatantly eyed the stiffening boner the poor lad had to deal with. The more you allowed your ideals to roam, the more alluring your gaze became. He watched you, not minding your stare. In fact, the lustful look in your eyes had him leaking in his pants.

You swore that if he'd looked closer into your eyes, he would've seen your fantasies play out like a hentai.

He wasn't standing that far away from you; arm's length to be precise. You both signed the contract, sure, but for the sake of decency you looked up. Like a baby doe begging at its mother. You looked at him, the boy you'd loved since the early stages of teenage years. He swallowed hard.

While still looking up your hand reached out, hooking a finger over his belt and edging him forward. One tiny step later and you nearly broke your neck looking up at him.

His breaths grew thicker, as if the tension had an effect on the atmosphere and evening air. You two were alone, after all, supposedly enjoying an excessively expensive honeymoon. You'd laugh. The wedding by itself was more than needed. You were still sitting in your wedding dress, might I add.

Slowly, but very surely, your fingers worked their way around his belt's buckle. A large and icy hand instantly gripped yours, stopping you from going any further.

"You should stop if you don't want to do this," he spoke with rigid breaths. So sweet, you thought and lifted your brows slightly. Your other hand gently removed his and you let his pants drop to the floor.

"Trust me. I want this," you fiddled with the hem of this boxers. "I've wanted this for a very long time... Shoto."

How could he decline such an offer? How could he ignore such a turn-on? His hands fell to his side, and he watched you dominate him. Your eyes left his and observed the bulge that created nothing more than curiosity as to the true size. The waistband stretched and his boxers joined his pants on the floor.

Should your reflexes have been any slower, and a massive fucking cock would've slapped you through the face. A finger tapped its tip, the noticeable twitch amazing you about as much as his length did. How the flying fuck was that going to fit inside of you?!

First, you rubbed it. You gently took long strokes up his shaft and cupped your palm in a circling motion around his swollen tip. He felt himself go mad. Still watching your every movement, his vision started to blur. He thought he was in the seventh heaven but was proven wrong.

You slammed his ass right back to earth and straight to the steam of hell, because what you did next felt unholy. He'd had sex before but nothing like this. Something about your soft lips and rough tongue had him cussing a string of curses. His tip was barely in your mouth and his knees were already on the brink of giving in. His mind was starting to succumb to his desire.

You took him in, tasting the oddness of his precum. Never in your life would you've imagined it to taste like that. Twisting and turning your head around his, you promised him pleasure. Again and again, until the softest little whimper motivated you to take all of him. You gagged. You brought your mouth back up and resumed your focus on his tip, nearing his first orgasm.

This is where the tables turn. Todoroki, though all the brain fog and intoxicating dugs (that is you) he came to realize how submissive he was under your touch. Not a fuck was that going to fly.

The next thing you knew, your hair was gripped tightly within his icy hand and your throat stretched at the welcoming of his cock. Again, and again your head bobbed onto him, urging his seed into your mouth. You gagged but encouraged him to use you for pleasure. A shaky motion indicated his proximity to euphoria.

Faster. Faster. His hips buckled into your mouth, a few tears damming up instinctively. Faster. Faster. His whimpers morphed into grunts and soon you were joining his reactions with soft moans. Your tongue added pressure and moment later warm, sticky cum was dripping down your mouth.

"F-Fuck," he stuttered, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. You had to adjust to the texture of his seed, but it alone had you dripping yourself. He knew this. He knew this very well. Barely given any chance to swallow, you were pulled to your feet. A hand pressed against your back, forcing you closer towards him, and another heated up beside you.

He threw you onto the bed, simultaneously sending flames to your dress. The act was so bold and unrealistic that you only came to reality when you were ass-naked, surrounded by the ashes of your wedding dress. You felt shy. You tried to cover-

"Fuck!" No time for feeling shy, you concluded. Next thing you knew your hands were gripping at the sheets beside you, body squirming at the unforgettable sensation.

A side glance to where he was stuffing his nose up your cunt, and you could see his sinister glare. This man knew what he was doing. He was driving you towards insanity.

First, he looked at you as if you were the last meal on earth, now he was eating you out as if you were the last meal on earth. Each flick of his tongue. Each such of your clit. Fuck! It felt so good you didn't even know how to fucking describe it!

"Shoto-" you tried calling for his name, but again your attempts at communication were cut hort. Instinctive reaction had you jerking upright, hand clutching at his hair. Even when sitting, he was digging himself deeper and deeper into you, easing his hunger. "Fuck- Shoto-"

He looked up at you. The fucking bastard looked up at you and seemed displeased. Your grip loosened and body fell back. No longer were you blessed with his mouth of your cunt, but rather his mouth on yours. Sloppy. Messy. Wet. Passionate. He kissed you like you meant the world to him.

To him there was you and only you. Nothing else mattered. Nothing. He had you tasting yourself, in attempts to share the sensation of how good you tasted. His kisses traveled along your lips to your jaw to your neck and there they fucking ruined you.

Hickeys of every size, shape, and color were spread out like a Picasso art piece on your body. You were the one at his mercy. The room echoed with your whimpers and soon filled with your cried of pleasure... and all he had to do was fuck you with his fingers.

For a moment he pulled away from your neck, looking at your side profile. "You're so tight," he remarked. But it was as if he was questioning it. You didn't respond with words; you didn't have the mental capacity for it. He answered himself, "It's your first time."

You nodded your head once, Todoroki still having his fingers pump into you mercilessly. Then he suddenly pulled out, forcing disappointment onto you for the second time. You opened your eyes and watched him support his own weight above you, hovering and towering alike. His eyes darted between yours, seeking out who-knows-what.

"You're a virgin."

"What of it?" You sounded offended that he was making such a big deal out of this.

"You've never done this before."

"Isn't that what 'virgin' means?" Your distaste in the conversation melted into his touch. His warm side caressed your cheek, his eyes a bit wide and his mouth slightly parted. If you allowed yourself to be influenced by wishful thinking, you'd say he was busy admiring you.

"I'll be your first." He kept on stating questions.

A few moments of no response passed. Then, you gently took hold of his left hand. All you did was touch his wedding band. Flutters of butterflies attacked your stomach. His heartbeat doubled and his throat dried out. You look at him sincerely.

"You'll be my only."

He was careful. He was considerately slow. He was influenced by your reactions to his every action. After hearing exactly what you had to say, and knowing what you meant to him, he felt his heart race with some uncanny emotion. But it wasn't unpleasant. He wanted more of it. He wanted to do everything the two of you did that evening again and again and again. And so much more.

Take you places. Share your stories.

Early the next morning when the sun was still ages from shining its face, he sat upright beside your exhausted figure. He'd already cleaned you up, patting down affectionately at your tender areas. Some blood had him experience guilt, but he knew you were okay.

Beauty. Intellect. Confidence. Stubbornness, mind you. Fuck, the things you do to him. Arranged marriage, sure. Only goal to birth an heir for his family, if they really have to (sarcasm). He just knew that when he looked down at her resting self, he knew life would be good.

Fucking her and loving her. And it only took him one evening to conclude. First time's a charm, hey.

Todoroki Shoto

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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘

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𝑹𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚

〔Bakugou Katsuki〕

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"You're a fucking slut for enjoying this," the vibrations of his arousement shocked your body. You could feel the need and desire that urged him closer to creaming his pants. "At least you're my fucking slut."

Call it a romantic gesture, to use something as intimate as sex as punishment. For a couple who enjoyed fucking each other's brains out, it fitted perfectly.

You yelped again at the final tightening of the restraints around your wrists and ancles. He did it with one hand, exposing a stretched-out sighting of a shirtless Bakugou. Fuck. He had you drooling in more than one area. His other hand, which could bear witness to his previous comment, was dug deep up into your dripping cunt.

What exactly did you do? Considering the helpless, vulnerable, and putty state you were in... did it really matter? It did to Bakugou. You could see it in his eyes. Anger, frustration, and lust. All swam around in those pretty red eyes of his. You could drown... just like how his fingers were inside your cunt.

They didn't move, instead only remained in spot, ever so often twitching in honest reaction. Just the slightest movement had you jumping, though. You were tied up and couldn't do a thing. Free for him to devour. Free for him to satisfy his hunger.

"Ah!" The cry came out louder than expected, in a breathless sort of way. Bakugou grinned. He grinned with pleasure.

"I knew you liked it, you fucking little slut."

Two fingers were now inside of you, stretching you out while Bakugou adjusted his position. Still he was only using one hand, the other being occupied with his pants. You tried looking down, to at least get a glimpse of his sinister look, but your brain was malfunctioning. Some nerves weren't properly connecting because of all your stimulation being fed down at your pussy.

In and out, keeping a constant pace. The thing Bakugou did that drove you absolutely mad, wasn't his fingers digging in deeper or pumping into you faster. No. What had you driven over the edge of complete ecstasy, was the way he parted his fingers inside of you.

It stretched you out. To the point where you could imagine his cock having the same effect on your body. No longer were they glued together by the slickness of your arousal. They continued making a scissoring motion.

Your back arched, chains clinging there where your hands flexed and tensed. Your knees tried bending instinctively, but you were held back. You could do nothing more than grip at your own flesh and try to muffle intoxicating moans. Bakugou got addicted real fast.

"Shit!" You called out, just as breathless as before, but with much more disappointment. Chest heaving up and down, desperate for air. You dared to look Bakugou in the eyes... those ruby red gleaming eyes. Satan himself.

He couldn't help himself. Dub him selfish, but just sitting there on his knees, watching what he was doing to you... fuck. Simply thinking of your moans and groans, wetness and squishy walls. Your eyes would roll back, and your tits would bounce every time your back arched.

Insanity. You fucking made him go insane.

You could hear his belt buckle cling to the ground. In response you slightly lifted your head but was forced to smack it back into the pillow beneath you. Big rough hands were scavenging all over your sweating body, gripping and fiddling wherever they could.

Your eyes closed shut, mouth syncing with his. Again, you could feel his vibrations shivering down your spine, entering your brain and shutting everything down. You couldn't think. All that was on your mind, was Bakugou.

The chains around your wrists chimed again, your fingers desperate to touch him. Over his shoulders, chest, back, abs, everywhere. Bakugou was built like a Greek God, and you were the lucky bastard to fuck him. The hell am I saying? He was the one completely screwing your brains loose.

Heavy and puffy breaths fogged around you the moment both gasped for air. The tips of his cream-colored locks tickled your forehead, noses almost touching. He was supporting himself with his lower arms, body pressed up tightly against yours.

When he looked at you and sought out some sense of consent. He tried remembering what had him at raging point, but your incredible body had his memories leave drunkenly. Your reactions stunned him. You were addictive.

"Are you still mad at me?" You had to know, since you hated it when he was upset with you. He kept on looking at you for a peaceful moment more, before grinning wildly. He slowly lifted himself up and stood towering over you, on his knees.

A warm hand gripped at your thigh, and you bit down on your lip. "No. But I'm gonna fuck you as if I still am."

All mortality left your soul at the sudden stretch of your cunt. No longer did you have to fantasise over his size. The sound of his balls slapping your ass echoed. Both your moans, groans, and grunts made a harmonious noise.

Two solidly slow times he thrusted balls-deep into your dripping pussy, struggling to maintain his instinct to devour you right then and there.

"Fuck," breathlessly he called, already sensing the caramel sweat dripping from his messy strands of hair. Chains clinged. You tried taking deep breaths. He looked at you, eyes closed and mouth parted. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he chanted the only word worth describing the sensation he felt... knowing that it was you laying underneath him. Open for the taking. Open for him to take.

"Katsuki?!" You suddenly called out, completely surprised and shocked, even, at his sudden actions. Your mind was slow. You barely processed what happened.

Heat warmed your ankle, but only your right ones. A booming sound exploded along with it, chains melting into the sheets.

"What are you-?!" Your words morphed into cries, again. Your free leg was thrown over his shoulder, hand firmly gripping your thighs.

"Shut up and let me rail you."

Practice what you preach, or what's the saying? Split seconds after his smirking demand and he continued pounding into you. In. Out. Rough. Fast. Mercilessly. He fucked your brains loose. He fucked you into insanity.

Your fingers curled into your palms, desperate to be set free to at least touch your lover. He wanted nothing of it.

Your breasts bounced accordingly to the pace he set. He kept a firm tempo, slapping himself deep deep deep into the slickness of your tensing walls.

Like a bitch in heat your body welcomed him. The expected pain faded. Euphoria intoxicated both of you.

"Gonna fill you with my fucking cum," he roughly spat. "Gonna fucking breed you until your fucking cunt can't take anymore."

"Katsuki-"

"Gonna make you mine."

His body folded over at his waist. Your free leg wrapped around his moving body, his mouth moving on yours. Sucking. Licking. Biting. Gnawing. Leaving marks of nearly every shade just scattered all over your neck, collarbone, chest.

"Mine. Mine. Mine," softly he grunted beside your ear, speaking to the tempo of his cock filling you up. For the slightest moment you swore his demeanor turned soft with a hint of care, oh but were you wrong.

He jerked upright and blasted another explosion over your tied-up ancle, setting it free as well. A gap had you gasping when he brutally pulled his dick out of you. Big rough hands gripped at your hips and in one effortless movement, you were forced onto your knees... hands still conneted in front of you.

"Ka-ah!" You simply couldn't get a word in. The leverage he had made his thrusts just that much powerful and encouraged. One hand started burning hot finger prints on your waist, the other gave you one loud slap against your ass.

"Who do you belong to?" He demanded an answer, never once letting his pounds slow or rest. He expected you to speak? Now?! He slapped you again, this time with a heated hand. "Who the fuck do you belong to?!"

"Y-You!" Your head jolted upright, neck nearly snapping and throat nearly tearing. Your hands were still gripping at chains in front of you. "I-I'm yours! Only y-yours!"

His pounds got sloppy and breaths rigit. It crept up on you. You didn't even notice the buildup inching so close. You were too busy trying to think of a sensible sentence that your orgasm surprised both of you. You cried out. You tensed and tightened. Your walls hugged his cock in a bearhug, suffocating it as it urged closer to its own high.

It was all he needed. Seeing you submit to him and seeing how he made you feel good... fuck. Next thing you know his chest was pressed up against your back, swollen cock filling you up with hot, sticky cum. His seed.

You fell limp, having only the chains at your hands keeping your face from the pillow. His breaths were hot, fanning against your ear. His arms were either side of you, slightly shaking from the stimulation.

The air was almost fully returned to your lungs when one of his hands reached out before you. Small sparks ignoted in his sweaty palms and your hands were set free. You fell completely limp but that same hand/arm caught you. His other arm supprted both of you.

Soft butterfly kisses tingled all along her upper back. She would've leaned in if she could, but honestly all energy was drained from her. He kept on planting soft kisses all over her back until he reached her neck then ear.

Softly he reminded, "Fuck yeah, you're mine."

Your side burned and your ass stinged. Your wrists were bruised and your pussy in pain. It was ignored, though. Your hand gently went to touch his, which was still supporting you. No words were exchanged.

You let yourself fall to the bed and turned to lay on your back. Soft, gently hands cupped his cheeks, while his was still supporting him, hovering over you.

The two of you stared longingly into each other's eyes. His were warm, welcoming, and burned with passion. Yours were caring, affectionate, and in love. Both leaned in.

You pecked his lips. He pecked your lips.

"I love you."

Bakugou Katsuki

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