kurocamille

[kurocamille]

hey guys, update. i’ll be back hopefully by the end of the month

[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka miscommunication leads to makeup sex?!) ❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (second part of my frat!Bakugou series) mdni

part 1 / master list

5.3k+ words

after your hookup with Bakugou, somehow everyone knows. this means that you’re on mean girl Mika’s watchlist and that you’ll have to distance yourself from him. however, Bakugou gets it in his head that you don’t want to be with him, and when he sees you with Kirishima, he doesn’t think you’ll ever let him back in your life (or your bed). Turns out it was all just miscommunication…

warnings

part 2 of 2, jealous Bakugou, miscommunication trope, fingering, cunnilingus, hand job, blow job, making out, hickeys, he bites you once?, penis in vagina sex, loss of virginity, inexperienced reader, female/afab reader, creampie, “baby” as a pet name

It had been exactly one week since your night with Bakugou Katsuki. As you had expected, rumours about the two of you had reached far across campus in no time. After all, Bakugou is very popular.

Unfortunately, the result of this rumour was that everyone knew what happened… including Mika and her minions. So, last week, instead of waking up to an expected empty phone, it was instead alive with thousands of nasty messages.

When you opened them, the bulk of the message spam followed the same pattern. ‘You’re such a whore,” or “I can’t believe you’d steal Bakugou from Mika, you bitch,’ or, at worst, from the culprit herself, ‘I heard you got with Bakugou. If you think you can take him from me, you’re wrong. I’ve got loads of people who can fuck you up.’

Obviously feeling threatened, because only the lord knows what Mika can do with her money and power, you had chickened out and never replied to Bakugou’s message. No matter how much you wanted to see him again, it was not worth the damage Mika would inflict.

—-

Now, after seven days have gone by, all spent avoiding Bakugou like the plague, you finally think you can go to class and fly under the radar. You arrive on time as usual, sitting in the middle row of the lecture hall.

It’s a massive class, and although many people are already there, there are others filing in as the prof starts their lesson. You, being too engrossed in your note taking, don’t notice as a body slides into the empty seat beside you.

“Hey, what did I miss?” the voice says in a hushed tone.

You look up and see none other than Bakugou Katsuki, still very much blond and still very much attractive. Instead of replying you turn back to your notebook, tearing off a piece and quickly scribbling a message down.

You slip the note reading, ‘Literally nothing, pay attention during class!’ into Bakugou’s waiting hand. He huffs and attempts to speak to you again, but you face your paper and ignore whatever he’s saying.

“Please be quiet up there!” The professor calls him out, and he slouches down in his seat, begging for class to end.

After everyone finally gets dismissed, Bakugou tries to poke your shoulder to get your attention, but you’re already dashing out the door, praying that nobody saw you together.

“Wait, Y/N,” Bakugou calls for you, jogging to catch up to you. Damn him for having such long legs…

“Sorry, I can’t talk to you,” you reply. It comes out more harshly than expected, but no sense in trying to chummy up to him again if Mika was threatening you. So, you turn on your heel to leave him again.

“Just hear me out,” he blurts out, lightly grabbing your shoulder to make you face him.

You don’t move, instead you stand there with your hands on your hips, waiting for him to continue.

Finally, he gets the hint and speaks again. “I’m sorry if it was bad for you…”

What?! “It wasn’t bad for me, it���s just–”

“No, it’s okay if you don’t want to see me again, but I’d rather you tell it to me now, to my face,” he interrupts you mid sentence.

Ha, you think, Ironic that the frat boy doesn’t want to get ghosted, but as you had realized much longer before this, Bakugou is not your average frat boy. Although he looks like a pretty boy with no space for a committed relationship, he has much more depth than you could even imagine. Despite being a flirt and allegedly a playboy, Bakugou had only ever treated you with respect, so you suppose you at least owe him this one conversation.

“Bakugou,” you start, unsure of how to follow through to your point. “It wasn’t bad. If anything it was too good. I just– I just can’t afford to be seen with you.”

A hurt look flashes through Bakugou’s eyes before he gives a slow nod of understanding. “I get it, you don’t want to be with a guy like me. It’s alright, guess I won’t bother you anymore.”

“Wait, that’s not–” you start, but Bakugou is already walking away with his hands stuff in his pockets.

You stand in the middle of the busy hallway for a good few seconds before you hear a giggle that breaks you out of your daze. It’s Mika, she’s leaning on the wall we chatting to her friends.

“She’s almost as much of a player as Katsuki is,” she says to her friends in what she pretends is a whisper, but you know she wants you to hear.

“Yeah, but at least he’s good in bed. She seems like the desperate type.” All of them burst out into a fit of giggles. Y walk off, not even bothering to hear the rest of the conversation.

—

A month later, you haven’t heard from Bakugou at all, his one lone message still sits in your inbox, unanswered. You can’t help but be a little upset knowing it could’ve happened if not for the circumstances. It doesn’t matter, though, as far as you know Bakugou got back with Mika for a bit, dumped her, and is now moving through girls like a snowplough.

You’re sitting in a cafe when somebody plops down in the booth in front of you. He seems to recognize you, but you can’t fully place his fiery red hair and toothy grin. “Hey, Y/N, right?”

You furrow your brows. “Who’s asking?”

He laughs heartily at your question. “Sorry, I thought you might remember me. I’m Kirishima Eijiro. I was at that party a few weeks ago.”

Looking down, you see him offer a hand, which you shake quickly before placing your hands back in your lap. Even though the issue with Bakugou and Mika had blown over, and you had fallen back into your mundane life, you were still trying to avoid anything “boys and Bakugou” related.

“Well, I’ve been having some concerns about my buddy,” he thinks out loud.

“Are you really certain I could do anything about this?” you reply hastily. Maybe you shouldn't have said that so soon.

“That’s the thing,” Kirishima replies. “I’m not tryna blame you or anything, but I think you might be causing some… altercations… in his sex life.”

You smack your hands down on the table, catching the attention of surrounding customers. “What?!” You sink back down after receiving a glare from a neighbouring table.

“I didn’t mean that it was bad!” Kirishima speaks for you as you drown in embarrassment.

“Sorry, you kind of implied it though.” The flush on your cheeks doesn’t dissipate.

“Right, actually, moreso the opposite. You might’ve heard Bakugou’s been sleeping around a lot. He and Mika are officially over this time. I’m not going to tell you why, but what matters is that he’s been trying to make up for losing you, at least I think,” Kirishima spills.

You make a non-coherent splutter, but Kirishima doesn’t let you reply. “I tried to tell him this was all about Mika and her stupid followers, but he’s not into socials, and he’s stubborn as hell, anyway. He believes you’re avoiding him because of his reputation, but you’ve gotta help me. He’s been insufferable lately, and even as a member of our frat, the number of girls he’s been with is getting slightly concerning.”

Kirishima looks at you with begging eyes, and you know it’s serious if he came to see you. You look down at your lap, your heart racing with confusion and anxiety.

“I’m sorry, but how can you be so certain? I’d like to help, really, but I’m not sure where I come in,” you say slowly.

“Call him or something. Give him some closure, and let him know it isn’t because of his “player” mentality or whatever he’s got stuck in his head.” Kirishima gets up and places a bill down to pay for your food.

Just then, a familiar figure passes by and notices you through the window. You’re too wrapped up in your conversation with Kirishima to notice the way they ball their fists and huff away.

“Thanks. Hope to see you around.” Kirishima leaves you sitting there confused.

You sit there in awe at the conversation. Why are you supposed to care about Bakugou’s overactive libido anyway?

Sighing, you stare at your empty cup and decide to leave the cafe. It turns out it’s just starting to rain when you trudge back to your dorms, and you get drenched.

—

That night, you lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Thoughts of Bakugou continue to invade your mind, and you hear yourself groaning in annoyance.

Maybe I should call him, you think. But, ugh, that’s kind of weird and pathetic.

However, the more you think about it, and him, the more your thoughts start to go back to your night in his car. You remember how it felt to have his big hands on your body, how they felt inside your–

You stop that thought before it can progress.

Again, you let your mind wander. If you think about it, if you actually wanted him again, would it really be fixing his libido? If it benefited both of you, it couldn’t be that awful to call him again.

Nevermind, you’re just thinking too much. How could you even consider it?!

Just go to bed, you beg yourself.

You stare up at the ceiling until your eyes blur out of focus, but somehow, somehow, everything leads back to him.

Flushing, you try not to think about his adept fingers moving in and out of you. Slowly, your panties get wetter and wetter, and you realize that the only way you’re ever going to get over him is by getting under him.

Finally, you decide to roll over and give in to your desires. The glow of your phone screen is glaringly bright, and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. When things come into focus, you unlock your phone and click on Bakugou’s number before you lose confidence

“Hello?” Bakugou’s raspy voice answers after five rings.

“Hey, Bakugou,” you whisper. “I wanted to tell you something. Don’t hang up, please.”

“Okay,” he yawns.

“Kirishima came to me today. Can we talk this over or something?”

“We are talking. And I know. I saw” is his gritted reply.

“You’re right, I’m in no place to be asking for anything. I’m sorry. I just need to talk to you in person. I need to get something off of my chest.”

“Oh, something? Or, somebody… like, Shittyhair?!” he practically seethes through the phone.

“Wait, what?!” you yelp.

“Why are you even calling me over if you’re with him.”

“What?” you repeat yourself. “I’m not with him?”

“You literally just said you saw him today,” he argues.

“That’s what I was calling about. He sai–” you start.

“If you’re coming to me with your boy problems, hang up.” You can tell he’s on the verge of leaving.

“No!” you huff madly. “If you’d let me finish, you’d know that he came to tell me he’s worried about you.”

“Oh, really? Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve been fucking, since apparently I wasn’t good enough for you, or whatever,” he replies angrily.

“I swear, Bakugou,” you sigh. “I haven’t been with anyone since our night together.

Bakugou pauses before replying. “I don’t fully believe you. Especially when you just gave me proof you went out together”

You blush as you speak your next words, admitting something to him you thought would happen under different circumstances.

“I haven’t been with him, and I swear it, because…” you hesitate. “I’ve only ever been with you.

A sharp breath is blown out on Bakugou’s end, and you wonder what’s going through his mind.

“Seriously?” His breaths are suddenly slower and calmer.

“Yeah, I swear. Can I just talk to you in person? I really do need to tell you.”

Bakugou makes a slight shuffling noise on his end, and you hear someone’s murmuring in the background, likely one of his frat brothers.

“Fine. You want me to come to you?” he finally replies, giving in (almost too easily, in your eyes).

“Yes, please,” you reply quietly.

“I’ll be there soon.” With that, he hangs up.

After the same short drive from last time, Bakugou shows up in your dorm parking lot. He shoots you a text message that he’s here, and you greet him at the door.

It’s about one am, and despite your disheveled tank top and shorts, Bakugou is dressed as handsomely as ever. “Hi,” you say.

“Hi.” He gives you a sad smile in return.

“I want to apologize.” You bow your head shyly. “It was my fault for all the confusion. I should’ve told you what was up. I just didn’t want to mess up my chances with you or your relationship with Mika. Kirishima told me about everything that’s been happening.”

“It’s fine, I’m sorry, too,” he replies.

You look up in surprise. Altogether, pathetically, you had expected more grovelling, so this is unexpected.

“It was all Mika’s fault, anyway, and I promise things are over with us,” he says, his face pink with embarrassment. “And… I guess I could say that my judgement of you and Shitty hair was a little preemptive.”

“You think?” you laugh quietly.

“I really am sorry, okay.” He looks up at you and deep into your eyes to solidify his point.

Your face feels hot, and you’re sure he can see the growing blush across your cheeks. Even so, you smile and say, “So, are we good?”

“Yeah,” he replies, returning your smile.

There’s a long pause between the two of you, but it doesn’t feel awkward like you might expect. The gap between you feels like it’s closing, and eventually your lips are just barely touching. His breath fans over your face, and you grip his shirt, taking him in a kiss.

Bakugou holds you to him, his back pressed against the door of your dorm. When you slip your tongue against his, he doesn't decline. He gingerly holds you, squeezes your hip with one hand, and cups your face with the other.

“I don’t deserve you,” you sigh as Bakugou starts to pepper kisses all over your neck.

“You do, it’s me that doesn’t deserve you.” He moves your face so your gazes can meet.

Bakugou gives you one of his signature grins and catches you in another heated kiss. His tongue swiftly swipes across yours, causing you to moan in his hold.

When he changes the angle of kiss, you become entangled, your hips pressed flush against his, earning his groans in your ear. With his newly growing boner and your wettening panties, you feel unbearable lust growing.

“Can we go upstairs?” Bakugou asks.

You nod, keying yourselves in and rushing to your room that’s right around the corner.

As soon as the door opens a mere inch, Bakugou jumps back on you and pushes you down to the bed, a haze of desire over his eyes.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” He nips on your neck.

You can only moan in response when he kisses down your chest. Pulling your tank top over head, Bakugou, or Katsuki, you suppose, focuses his attention on your chest. Your body stiffens as he glides his tongue over your hard nipple..

“That feel good?” he asks when he pinches the other nipple while continuing to lick long stripes on your breast.

“Yeah,” you hum in reply.

You feel so good under Bakugou, writhing in pleasure as he sucks hickeys into your skin. You feel his hand sneak up to the top of your waistband and you yelp in surprise. “Ah! Katsuki”

“Can I continue what I started last time?” he says in a begging tone, lightly tugging at your panties.

“Please,” you moan equally as wanton as him, and you’re almost immediately spread bare for him.

Kissing down your chest, Bakugou gets spurred on by your moans. He gives your clit the sensation it's been craving. Slowly, pressure is added to the bundle of nerves, and you feel yourself seeping down onto your sheets.

When he sees your glistening pussy, he laughs, “So wet again, baby, and I’ve barely even touched you here.”

“I was getting wet thinking about you earlier,” you mumble into the back of your hand.

“Good.” He smiles. “Don’t think about other guys from now on, you’re all for me.”

There’s no time to reply in shock because Katsuki dips into your depths, swiping up and down your wetness. One finger slips inside smoothly, moving in and out with ease.

Testing it out, Katsuki moves down to your sex and adds his mouth to the mix. This new feeling sets your body on fire. What he’s doing to your body is more than anything you’ve ever experienced, and your core tightens uncontrollably.

“Wait, ah!” you cry out, but Bakugou doesn’t relent. Instead, he adds another finger and curls it into your g-spot.

Working in and out of your cunt, you feel yourself squeezing around his fingers. The feeling of his strong fingers moving inside of you and his lips sucking on your throbbing clit brings you to your limit embarrassingly quickly. You can’t find it in yourself to care, though, because it just feels so good.

With one last strangled moan, you cum, the pleasure sending you over the edge. You tingle all over post orgasm and feel your eyes slip into the back of your head for a second. As Bakugou continues to finger you, your body lifts off the bed into his mouth.

Then, suddenly, you feel something else coming. Something that you feel coming upon you just as fast as your orgasm. You try to sit up and stop Bakugou, but his hand keeps you pinned to the bed. The overstimulation on your body creeps up on you, and there’s a new pain that accompanies your pleasure, adding to your second high.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry out when Katsuki switches his fingers for his mouth.

Nimble fingers swirl circles on your clit as his tongue darts out to meet your pussy. It licks up and down, teasing your entrance with the occasional poke inside. And, when you’re least expecting it, it finally slides to your hole, working on thrusting as far into your depths as you can.

This feeling is incredible, and the way Bakugou groans into your pussy drives you mad. Feeling the finger leaving your clit, you whine, but it’s replaced with his tongue again. This time, his tongue switches between your folds and you clit, stimulating every inch of your already twitching sex.

“You’re so good, baby. Love this so much,” Katsuki murmurs when he lifts off of you for a moment.

“Kiss me, and let me touch you, too,” you moan, bringing his face to yours.

You aren’t bothered by the fact that he was just eating you out when you start dipping into each other’s mouths. If anything, the look in Bakugou’s eye tells you it turns him on more. The genuinely lewd look of his tousled hair and wide pupils raises your heartrate so high you can feel it beat inside your chest.

Absent-mindedly, you fumble with the buttons on Bakugou’s jeans. He helps you by leaning back and pulling his shirt over his head. You don’t miss the way his muscles flex and the way he flaunts his abs.

Then, with a quick tug, Bakugou’s pants and boxers slide off. His dick stands proudly, pretty and thick as ever. You place your hand on it like you did last time. He responds well to your touch and groans lewdly when you give it a squeeze.

You slick your palm with spit, and Bakugou helps guide your hand back to his leaking cock. Together, with his hand wrapped around yours, you move on his member, fingers trailing along the prominent vein down the front.

Once you’ve built up a rhythm, you meet Katsuki’s tender gaze. The red of his irises disappear as his eyes flutter shut. He leans forward and recaptures your mouth in a slow but sloppy makeout.

You twist your hand on Bakugou eliciting a breathy moan from him. He twitches in your hand signalling his impending orgasm.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” His mouth is by your ear, moaning and releasing hot breaths to spur you on.

You freeze, and your motions stop. Bakugou notices your alarm and moves to look directly in your eyes. “You don’t have to– I would never force you.”

“No.” you shake your head. “It’s just that I’ve never done that.”

Bakugou’s eyes widen in shock temporarily then fall back. “You want me to teach you tonight, baby?”

You bite your lip meekly and nod your head. Bakugou grins in return, helping you down to his crotch. As you come face to face with his cock, it twitches releasing some precum out of the slit.

“Just put your lips on it. Do what feels right,” he says and pulls your hair into his hands.

You kiss his member just like you would his lips. The wet noises coming from your mouth are so loud and such a turn on for Bakugou. His grip on your head tightens, and he has to force himself not to push you down.

Bakugou hisses when you place the tip in your mouth and give it a hard suck. Wanting to please him even more, you take more of him deeply in your throat. At this point you feel impaled by his large dick with your nose just a few inches from his groin.

Despite your struggle to take him in entirety, Bakugou doesn’t notice and instead groans every time you slide down on him. You gag frequently, and you’re more than certain your teeth have grazed his shaft multiple times, but Bakugou acts like this is the best head he’s ever received.

The longer you go, the more moans fall out of his open lips. His head tilts back when you curiously brush a finger down his balls. He’s much more sensitive than you imagined he would be, and his hips thrust up uncontrollably.

“Fuck, sorry,” he groans, he pulls you off of him to check if you’re okay.

“It’s alright.” You lick him one last time. “Do you think we could maybe go all the way?”

Bakugou blinks at you wordlessly. Then, after about a minute of silence, and worry, on your part, he replies. “You mean, can I take your virginity?”

You hum in reply, and Bakugou throws you back to the middle of the bed

“I left the condoms in my car,” he realizes aloud.

“That’s okay,” you whisper in his ear as seductively as you can. “I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck, okay.” Bakugou acts like your response is the sexiest thing ever.

He leans down and kisses your neck one last time. You feel his cock against your stomach leaving a hot trail of precum on your skin. Everything about this moment is hot, but you can’t take his slow kisses any longer. You need him inside of you, thrusting deep into your core.

Just when you’re about to take matters into your own hands, Bakugou leans forward and brings himself to your entrance. It is at this moment that you realize how big he is, and that he’s going to try to fit that entire thing inside of you.

You let out a deep breath when he finally slips inside. The stretch is rough, his cock prodding your most intimate crevices. As he inches into your depths, he grasps onto your hand, pulling you to him in a surprisingly romantic way.

The way Bakugou moves within you is gentle, far softer than he was when he ate you out. You can only assume he wants your first time to be soft and sweet. He grips softly at your waist, slowly moving in and out. When your eyes meet, you give him a sweet smile and a nod, hoping he’ll move a little faster.

He takes the hint well, and suddenly Katsuki leans over you, your hands meeting his hardened chest. You jolt with both pain and pleasure after the first deep thrust. Then, as he pumps his cock more and more, you feel the pain fading away, the stretch to accommodate becoming pleasant.

After Bakugou notices your growing comfort, he goes ahead with pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in. Differently from before, you can feel him even deeper, and your body arches to meet him when your groins come together.

Swiftly, Katsuki moves you from your back to a position where you’re sitting on his lap. The sensation of him thrusting up into you makes your toes curl and loud moans to fall from your lips. In turn, Katsuki groans and continues to rut his hips like it’s his sole mission.

“You tighten up when I’m in you like this, did you know?” Katsuki groans in your ear, his hot breath hits your skin and makes you shiver.

The feeling in your cunt overwhelms you, but it’s so good, and you know now you won’t be able to get enough. Meeting Bakugou’s thrusts, you attempt to ride him, earning deep groans in return. Bakugou screws his eyes shut and allows you to move opposite to his thrusts. With the constant movement, and the occasional brush against your pleasure spot, your cunt tightens further.

Bakugou grips your ass with his large hands, wanting to feel your insides constrict even further. Unbeknownst to you, this is his first time going raw, and it’s making him cum like it’s his first time, too. So, unashamedly chasing your highs, you grind against each other as fervently as you can.

The air in the room is hot, but the heat in between your bodies as you ride him is far hotter. Both of you elicit loud noises from the other, your neighbours probably hearing your moans through the wall. Normally something like this would embarrass you to no end, but Bakugou’s fucking you so well that you feel you inhibitions melt away along with your innocence.

The coil in your stomach twists, and you feel your high coming. However, Bakugou stops short and leaves you bouncing on him by yourself. After only a split second of confusion, Bakugou slaps your ass, leaning back into a pillow.

“Want me to ride you?” you breathlessly say, attempting to make your voice sultry and not actually inquisitive.

It fails, but Bakugou doesn’t make any visible notice. Instead, he grunts out a quiet ‘yeah, please’ and grips your flesh, moving you against him. The pleasure of having him grind you on him does wonders for your pussy, and the new angle he’s hitting you at has you seeing stars.

Unlike before, Bakugou’s cock hits your g-spot every time now that you're fully riding him. The new feeling sends waves of heat to your stomach, quickly pushing you towards the edge.

Katsuki had been holding out strongly for a while, but as soon as he leaned back and let you ride, he was pretty much done for.

He feels himself unable to control his orgasm, which is creeping up way too fast. You don’t mind, though, as you’re equally as close. When you feel his dick twitching deep inside you, balls contracting and signalling his release, your cunt tightens more than it ever has before.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Bakugou grips your ass and pushes himself up so he can thrust again.

You, on the other hand, yelp in surprise at him readjusting your position, moaning uncontrollably as he goes so deep you think he’s hitting your cervix. You fantasize about how Katsuki slips in and out of you with ease, balls coming up to hit your ass, which unknowingly makes you milk his cock harder.

With a surprising bite to your neck, Bakugou thrusts into you one last time, and calls out your name.

The spurts of cum he makes into your pussy have you cumming on the spot, as well. Both of you moan as you reach your highs together, Bakugou trying to quell his own by pressing his hot mouth to your skin.

“Katsuki!” you cry one last time, slumping forward onto his shoulder.

Neither of you have ever felt this good—you especially, never having thought your first time would be this wild. But Bakugou surprises you with his sexual prowess, and has you basking in a hazy afterglow, one that you won’t forget anytime soon.

You blissfully gaze at him as he continues to thrust ever so slowly, milking out your orgasmatic pleasure.

His eyes are half-lidded, yet you know he’s still very alert of your bodies. Then, he, for the first time since he penetrated you, lets go of your body for a split second, and you miss the warmth of his hands, but you’re quickly satisfied by him going to grab your waist.

Bakugou effortlessly pulls you off of his body, his heavy breathing, muscled chest catching your attention. The genuine ‘splurt’ that comes from between you two when he unsheathes himself makes you blush and awkwardly chuckle in embarrassment, but Bakugou stares amazedly at your pulsating cunt.

You try to cover yourself, despite the fact that he’d seen it all before, but his hand pries your legs apart and dives towards your pussy.

“Wait,” you abruptly say, hoping he’s not already wanting more.

“Hmm?” he hums, curiously drawing a finger down your slit.

“I’m not sure I can go again.” You look at him as he dips his fingers into you ever so slightly.

Instead of replying, Bakugou sets your nerves on fire with his feathery touches. Then, when you look down, you see what’s caught his attention. It’s his milky white cum thatleaks out of your hole and onto your dark bedspread.

“Katsuki, I’m so sensitive. Am I supposed to be able to go again?” You stop his hand’s movement with your own.

“Oh, nah, sorry, baby. You were so good, I forgot you were a virgin.” He grins at you, and you feel heat blooming on your cheeks

He finally takes his hand off of your body and mumbles something about going to get something to clean you up.

“Ah, wait!” You stumble after him, your limbs too sore to hold you up properly. “Let me find something for you.”

You meet Bakugou in your ensuite where he’s already holding a towel. From the doorway, you take a step forward, but your knees buckle and you fall right into his arms.

“It was that good, huh?” he jokes, making you flush in embarrassment.

“Nuh uh,” you counter, but your wobbly legs betray your words.

He chuckles in response and sets you down on the counter, the cold surface strikingly frigid against your burning flesh. He gently pats you down with the towel, making sure his cum is wiped clean from your skin.

“All done,” he says once he’s finished wiping all your skin down.

You go to thank him, but stop when you notice yourself in the mirror. Bruises litter your neck and even your chest. When did those get there? you think to yourself.

“Oh my god, Katsuki!” You go to playfully punch him, but he catches your hand in his.

Placing one hand on your waist and the other on your chin, angling your head towards his, he places a chaste kiss on your lips.

Then, when he pulls away, a goofy grin breaks out onto his pretty face. “Oh my god, Katsuki? That’s what you’ll be saying next time.”

Your face bursts into flames, and Bakugou chuckles, holding you for a moment in your dim bathroom light. “So, when’s next time?”

a/n: hi guys!! i’m back with part 2. i’d love it if some of you sent prompts to my inbox or even commissioned me because i tried extra hard to finish this promptly 😃

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hey guys, i think i'm going to be posting the pt 2. of the frat!bakugou today, so be prepared for that. i'm posting now because i would love it if you sent some prompts for drabbles or any future fics!! thanks so much ❣️

#anime smut #anime fanfic #bnha smut #haikyuu smut #mha smut

[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka cars are meant for driving!)❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (except he’s not stereotypical and mean) mdni

part 2

4.1k+ words

you attend your first frat party and run into a familiar flirty face. he offers to drive you home from the party, the empty parking lot outside your dorm building definitely seems like the perfect place to get down and dirty…

warnings

part 1 of 2 (2 will have full smut..) 1 oc who’ll come into play later…., car sex, fingering, handjobs, heavy makeout, hickeys/neck kisses, dry humping/grinding kinda, female/afab reader, no pronouns used, inexperienced reader, “baby” as a pet name

It was your first time going to a college party, miraculously enough. This year, you had met a group of girls who had quickly invited you into their friend group. Somehow, despite you refusing over ten times, they had managed to drag you to a frat party.

After getting yourself a cup of mysterious red punch, you stand in the crowd of people. Bodies brush against you—intentionally or unintentionally, you don’t know. You’ve seen a few of your friends since arriving, but it seems like most of them are off doing God knows what with some drunken frat boy.

You can feel the beat of the music in your chest, as if it’s pumping your heart for you. The strobe lights flash around you. Sipping away at your drink, you go wandering in search of someone you know.

When you exit the common room, you float down a hallway with fewer people. Despite fewer people being there, the hallway is stuffy, and you can barely walk through without knocking shoulders with someone.

You aren’t watching where you’re going, and suddenly you trip on the bunched up carpet beneath your feet. The half-full soda cup goes flying, and so do you. It spills on the front of your shirt and down the back of a nearby couple who, until now, had been in the middle of making out,

“Ugh!” the girl shrieks, and you look up to see her glaring at you. She comes out from under the guy caging her, and you realize it’s the girl Mika from one of your classes. As always, her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she’s wearing a dress that barely covers her ass.

The girl shakes her hands of the sticky liquid that spilled on her, but seeing as she had previously been caged under that other guy, she had barely gotten wet. Meanwhile, the guy stands in a sopping wet shirt. You also recognize him; Bakugou Katsuki. He’s in another one of your classes, one of which you had been paired up for a partner project. Unlike Mika, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard. A white short-sleeved band t-shirt complements his black jeans, something you wouldn’t have expected a frat boy like him to wear.

Despite being in the same fraternity/sorority group, Mika and Bakugou could not be more different, and you can’t help but wonder how they ended up together. While Mika is extremely stereotypical and, if you might say, annoying, rude, and a bitch, Bakugou is really nice. That one project had taught you that not every frat boy is a shameless womanizer and prick. Although he’s a definite flirt, he’s always been respectful and acknowledged you as an equal—opposite of what Mika had done to your friends, and now you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily.

“Don’t min-” Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off by Mika.

“You better be sorry!” she all but screeches at you. “This is a brand new set of nails. They’re completely ruined. You better repay me for this. It cost 10,000 yen, you know that? Can you even fucking afford that”

“Look, I’m sorry I did that, but I don’t know if I can repay tha-” you start. The look she gives you is incredulous as she snarls before interrupting you.

“I actually can’t believe you. You must be a dumb slut dying for Bakugou’s attention. Imagine sabotaging me just because he chose to be with me! And you’re so poor you can’t even afford to fix your mess… Ridiculous,” she huffs, pressing a pointy finger into your chest and probably expecting you to bow down and beg for forgiveness.

You try to apologize, but Bakugou steps in before you can say anything.

“Mika, who cares,” he sighs. He looks at you with a silent ‘I can’t deal with this face.’

The silence that follows feels like an eternity, but it really only elapses the half second before her hand makes contact with Bakugou’s face.

The sound from the slap resounds in the small hallway. You stare wide-eyed at the growing red spot with matching nail marks on Bakugou’s face.

“You should fucking care. We’ve been together for, like, a month already, and you still won’t stand up for me?! I’m done, don’t call me,” she seethes before pointing at you. “And you, you better hope we never see each other again.”

After that, Mika storms off in a fit of rage and disappears into the crowd.

“Dating on and off for a month, and she pulls that. Psychotic bitch,” he mutters before turning to you. “Hey, Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve told me.”

“I’m so sorry, for all of that. I’ll just get going and pretend I never saw that.” You turn on your heel to dash out, but a hand grips your shoulder and turns you around.

“No need to apologize, she gets crazy when she’s drunk, and I was planning on breaking up with her,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m just gonna head upstairs and shower this stuff off. You can come up too, if you want, Y/N.”

You raise a brow at his suggestion. “You want me to come shower with you?”

A look of confusion and surprise crosses his sharp features before a smirk breaks out. “There are multiple bathrooms up there, but you know, if they’re all taken, you can always join me.” He sends you the stupidest wink that still sends your stomach into frenzy.

“You bounce back too quickly,” you groan. “Whatever, I’m coming up, but not with you.”

Bakugou reverts to his uncaring self and has you follow him. You follow Bakugou, slowly making your way up the rickety house stairs. When you make it around the corner, Bakugou points you in the direction of an ensuite washroom, and disappears into the room across from you. “Just take a folded towel, and I’ll deal with it. If you need anything, just come and get me.”

In the quiet of the bedroom, you lock the door and undress. You make your way into the connected bathroom and strip down in the low light. The shower has terrible pressure and doesn’t heat up, but it does the job of cleansing the sticky punch off your skin.

You finish your shower within five minutes and step out to grab a towel. It’s surprisingly clean, but the pile of your clothes on the counter are still dripping with liquid. That means you’ll either have to walk around in a towel for the rest of the night or muster up the courage to ask Bakugou for some clothes.

You opt for the second option, seeing as you won’t have to walk through a drunken frat house in a towel that barely covers your “good bits.” So, you head back to the door where Bakugou was, rolling your clothes into a ball and tucking them under your arm. When you get there, the door is still closed, as you expected, but there is no sound of running water coming from the room.

“Bakugou, sorry, I need some extra clothes,” you say after knocking on the door.

As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, Bakugou takes his sweet time getting to the door. When it finally opens, he stares at you, his eyes unashamedly trailing up and down your body. He, similarly to you, looks to have just gotten out of the shower. Water droplets fall from his hair and fall down his hardened chest, which he doesn’t bother to clothe. The only thing keeping his from being stark naked in front of you is the towel sitting low on his hips, low enough that you can see his v-line drifting below.

“Clothes?” he asks after an awkward pause, and you flush.

“Yeah, anything will do, I just need it to get home in them,” you reply.

“Alright, come in.” He beckons you with his hand to follow him.

The first thing you notice when you enter is that his room is far different from the other one. While the first bedroom, whose you can only assume is his frat brother’s, is standard for a male college student—clothes strewn everywhere, an only half-made bed, and suspicious posters. Bakugou’s room is the opposite, the bed made, shelves tidy, and everything in order.

Bakugou coughs and breaks you out of the spell you’re under. He’s holding out a crumpled plastic bag, with some grocery store logo on it. “Here, for your wet clothes.”

You quickly snatch the bag and stuff your clothes into it. As you struggle to fit them inside, the towel hugging your body slips from its hold and drops below your nipples. From your peripheral vision, Bakugou freezes ever so slightly, and you hear an awfully loud swallow.

As soon as you notice him, however, he averts his eyes and pretends he had been looking for clothes the whole time. The outfit he chooses for you isn’t half bad, a hoodie and drawstring sweatpants, but they look so big they could drown you.

You take the two garments from him, accidentally brushing fingers in the process. He pulls away from you and heads back towards his ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in here. I won’t peek. You can get changed in the bedroom.”

With that, he closes the door and cements a divide between the two of you. Quickly, you change into the clothes he gave you, having to roll up the cuffs on them multiple times. You look like a blob of fabric, but it’ll have to do. Hopefully Bakugou won’t notice that you’re not wearing your bra and panties.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you meet face to face with Bakugou one last time. He’s fully clothed now and gives you a smile.

“Looks like it fits,” he says sarcastically.

“For sure,” you joke, flattening out the garments awkwardly. “I’m planning on heading out now, by the way. I think I’ll just catch an Uber, I’m pretty sober now, and my friends will probably be here for a while longer.”

“Don’t take an Uber,” he replies suddenly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he corrects himself. “I mean, it’s not safe to take one right now. Let me drive you, I didn't drink tonight.”

“No way!” you retort. “I couldn’t bother you with that. I’ll be fine, anyway.”

However, Bakugou, being his stubborn self, does not relent until you agree to let him drive you all the way back to your dorms, only a stupid 30 minutes away.

Normally, you wouldn’t risk going with someone in his frat, but you have enough trust in Bakugou to keep civil. So, after a moment of contemplation, you accept his offer and follow him to the adjacent parking lot. Multiple people stare as you walk past them, but you pay them no mind, seeing as you’re practically unrecognizable in your new outfit.

“Yo, Bakubro, good for you!” a redhead yells from the doorway as you leave, whooping in a supportive, you suppose, manner.

“Ah, shut up, don’t spread any rumours, Shittyhair.” Bakugou groans, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn pink.

You’ll have to forget about that, though, because the lights of a black Jeep Wrangler flash on, and Bakugou escorts you to the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a gentleman, Bakugou,” you giggle in an embarrassingly girly way.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He winks and walks around to his side of the vehicle, leaving you feeling hot in the face.

He swings into the passenger seat, and puts the car in motion. You can’t help but notice the way his arms grip the steering wheel, the veins from his strong hands trailing up his forearms in a way that makes you unconsciously bite your lip.

“Put the address into the GPS,” Bakugou interrupts, and you notice his eyes force themselves away from your lips.

You deny whatever you just saw and punch your address into the screen. The machine takes only a second to bring up the route home, which, at this late hour, will actually only take 15 minutes.

After pulling out of the lot, Bakugou heads down the street following the indicated yellow line. He drives smoothly and professionally, as you expected he would. He maneuvers the car with expertise, and you can’t help but think he’s showing off when he steers with an open palm and an arm on the back of your seat.

For most of the ride, you guys are silent. Other than the faint whirring of the air conditioner, the only sounds to be heard are made by you and Bakugou. His by his slow, peaceful breathing, and yours by the beating of your heart—something which betrays you by getting louder and faster with every minute.

Luckily for you, the drive is soon over and Bakugou’s car is parked right outside of your dorm building. For the most part, the lot is empty, and the lights from the windows are off. It makes sense, most people in your extremely small building are out partying at 9 o’clock on a Friday, and the homebodies you’d normally associate with are already in bed.

Your specific block seems to be completely dark, seeing as you left your friends behind at that party… Whoops. It’s no matter, however, you’ll just be the first one in your complex to get back.

You unclick the belt from your waist, moving up on the seat to grab your things off the floor.

“This is you, right?” Bakugou questions.

“Yep! Thank you so much for driving me. I’ll text you later so you can have your clothes back.” You smile at him and go to open the door, but he lightly pulls you back.

“Wait. Y/N, you can keep them, actually. ” He chuckles, but it has an awkward tone to it. “You look better in them than I do”

Wait, what?

You always thought Bakugou was just flirty by nature, which to some extent he is, but you could see it now. Whatever you two had going on was certainly out of the ordinary. From what you could tell, Bakugou wasn’t half as teasing towards Mika as he was to you.

Ever since that one project, he had always made it a priority to sit next to you in class. You had assumed he was there for your notes, not that you minded, but could it actually have been for another reason altogether?

“Well, I would bet you look pretty good in these too, not that you don’t always look good,” you giggle, testing out the waters.

Bakugou’s eyes widen in surprise and soften under the pale light of his car. You stare at him fondly, accidentally letting your eyes flicker to his lips.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but can’t seem to find the right words.

“I know you just broke up—literally tonight, but, Bakugou, gosh, I really want to kiss you right now,” you speak for him.

Maybe that punch was more potent than you thought. Good thing Bakugou drove you all the way here…

Instead of replying, Bakugou places a tender hand on your cheek and pulls you in. Soft lips meet your own, and you smile. You move to his lap where the seat has suddenly been rolled back.

Ah, it’s his frat boy car seat trick.

Your kisses continue slowly, and you can tell Bakugou wants to deepen the kiss when his tongue brushes against your lips. Upon first contact, you freeze in place. Before this you’d only ever been with one guy, one that you hadn’t even gone far with. In the moment now, you can only hope and pray that he won’t notice your inexperience.

However, you completely forget whatever worry you had when Bakugou starts to go into your mouth. His large hands pull you flush against his body, grabbing at the flesh right above your ass.

When you finally pull back, Bakugou’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks lost to lust. The lips that had previously been on yours now have a cute pout, having puffed up from your kisses.

Bakugou’s lips move down and pepper chaste kisses along your jawline. Even with his light and seemingly innocent pecks, you’re still softly moaning under his hold.

Bakugou switches focus to your neck, licking and sucking a hickey into your skin. After nipping at you for a while, Bakugou lifts off of you, and you can tell with his smirk that he left a massive bruise blooming on your skin.

“Bakugou, let me touch you,” you whisper as he moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

“Call me Katsuki… Please. “ He groans when you slightly grind against his groin.

You shift down on your hips and look down to see a thick boner growing in his pants. Curiously, you press it softly with your fingers and give it a light squeeze.

Katsuki looks down at you, his face quickly turning red. Silently, you reach into his pants, looking at his gorgeous ruby eyes for any sign of contestment. Katsuki stays quiet but gives you a small nod in approval.

Finally, you get to the moment you’ve been waiting for. You press your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand across the top of his cock. Then, with one movement, you free him from his confines, and his dick stands proudly in front of you.

Any expectations or preconceived notions about what Katsuki was packing were shattered. Painfully hard and dripping tiny amounts of precum, his cock is a beauty. The dark pink tip invites you in, begging you to give it one moment of reprieve.

When you nervously stroke the shaft, Katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous, his hips lurching up against yours.

“Fuck, keep going,” he hisses, his breath already laboured.

With more confidence you wrap your fingers around him and give his cock a few quick pumps. Your sudden change in tempo makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in your hold and release a bead of white precum. You remove your hand, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with a pleading look.

Carefully, you push your thumb against the slit of his dick and lubricate him with his own pre-cum. As you swirl the substance around the head, Katsuki buries his face in your shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s like I’m a virgin again.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as you work him to his high. With every light touch or squeeze of his dick you make, it twitches and throbs in reply. You decide to help him finish, doing the same fast strokes that make him groan lewdly in your ear.

Then, all of a sudden, Bakugou reaches out and stops your hand in the middle of its movements. You eye him, confused. “You into edging or something?”

“Not quite, I wanna get you off, too.” He surprisingly lets out a hearty laugh.

“Sit up, baby,.” You follow his instructions and he picks you up with ease.

Katsuki flips you over so you’re no longer sitting on top of him, rather lying caged underneath him. His body is so close to yours that you can’t look down to see what’s happening when you feel his hands moving against your clothed pussy.

“May I?” he asks, tugging at the edge of your panties.

“Still such a gentleman,” you giggle embarrassingly.

“Breaking the frat boy stereotypes as we go, I suppose.” He laughs with you, before turning his attention back to your body.

His adept fingers pull your soaked panties to the side, revealing your equally glistening cunt. Katsuki nimbly dips his fingers in your wetness with a soft hum.

“So wet, baby,” he grins, and you blush in embarrassment.

Bakugou skillfully captures your attention by pressing the pad of his thumb against your aching sex, as if to test the waters. When he hears your soft moan in response, he takes it as an invitation to keep going.

Slowly, Katsuki’s thumb plays with your throbbing clit, brushing it in teasing circles. A whine escapes your mouth, and he chuckles upon hearing it, knowing how needy you feel. “You want my fingers inside of you?”

You gasp out a ‘yes,’ and his fingers are immediately prodding at your entrance. Then, you feel the stretch your hole makes to accommodate his intruding finger. Although you’re not used to such a feeling, you easily adapt to the length of his digit, which pleasantly curls into your depths.

Bakugou starts fingering in and out of you, and the pleasure increases. Previously soft moans and whines turn into cries against his shoulder. Despite your embarrassment of being oversensitive, the flush on Bakugou’s face proves he’s just as affected, without you even touching him.

As Katsuki continues to slip inside your wetness, you feel the pressure building in your stomach, much differently than it ever has before. One more finger squeezes into your tight cunt and presses against your pleasure spot. You cry out, and his hands continue to brush against that sensitive place.

“Fuck, that feels good, please don’t stop,” you babble mindlessly, barely even registering Bakugou’s reply of, “Course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.’

To your blissed out surprise, the pleasure gets stronger. The sensation on your clit returns, and your body uncontrollably arches into Bakugou’s above you. With every calculated movement against your bundle of nerves, you’re worked closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, the angle of the thrusting fingers changes. Bakugou changes his position to be closer to you, somehow managing to reach further than before. With every new touch to your g-spot and clit, you feel yourself being pushed to your high.

In turn, you grasp a hold of Katsuki’s twitching cock. His hiss in reply shows you just how sensitive he is from before. Your hand moves up and down, matching the quick strokes of his fingers. Just as quickly as he had gotten you to the peak of your orgasm, his body convulses, signaling his is soon to come, as well.

Your moans crescendo and bounce off the walls of the car, and Bakugou can't help but be spurred on by them. The speed of his hand gets faster, still very much calculated in its movements, your hole fluttering around his digits.

After swiping your thumb across his leaking tip, Bakugou’s body seems even more sensitive, if it’s even possible. His cock violently throbs in your hand, begging to spill its seed. You oblige its wishes and continue your pumps up and down his hard length.

You can feel yourself almost cumming, on the brink of losing your mind. Similarly, Katsuki’s body, his higher-pitched moans, twitching shaft, and milky tip, tell you he’s extremely close.

Then, taking you by surprise, Bakugou cuts off your moans with a hot kiss. Immediately after you make contact, his tongue sweeps against yours in a passionate dance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Your voice gets muffled by the tongue pressing against your own.

The addition his mouth was to your pleasure plunges you right into orgasm. Your body convulses, pussy tightening uncontrollably, and you wail into his mouth. Anything you had ever expected of sex is automatically blown to bits when this atomic force hits you.

You feel your eyesight black out, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. You subconsciously grip harder around Katsuki’s dick, causing his orgasm to come shooting out of him. Long strings of his pearly cum cover the palm of your hand, his cock still moving to let out the last bits of his seed.

The bliss that follows is calming. Bakugou finally pulls out of you, his face coming off of yours to reveal his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

You doubt you look appealing, but Bakugou looks at you sweetly and more kindly than you can assume he does with anyone else.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers to you after leaning down to your level.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly untangle your limbs from his. Bakugou helps you up and grabs your (borrowed) clothes that had previously been strewn across the other seats.

After dressing yourself and saying a quick goodbye to Bakugou, you slip out of his car and head back into your dorms.

You smile to yourself as you lay in bed alone. On your bedside table you notice you’ve received a new notification, a message from an unknown number. What you see makes you smile and blush.

‘That was such a great night, let’s do it again sometime. - Bakugou’

a/n: hi guys. i’m back for the holidays and i hope to put out part two soon (let’s be honest, i never write things on time). i tried writing something more plot heavy… hope you enjoyed🫶 also, sorry for the edging joke. i think i’m funny.

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[kurocamille]

❝i’ve missed you, daddy❞

nanami kento x reader mdni

2.5k words

Nanami has been gone on a mission and you’re worried that he won’t ever come back. One night, on a whim, you decide to take a pregnancy test while he’s away. It turns out to be positive, and when Nanami finally returns that same evening, he can barely believe he’s going to be a father. Later, before going to bed, the two of you discuss how it’ll be raising a child and you make the mistake (or not) of calling him daddy. After that, something in him is unleashed and you’re in for a good hot and heavy night.

warnings

afab reader with no mentions of pronouns, angst at the start, fingering, daddy kink, kinda pregnancy kink, mating press, unprotected sex, pet names (darling), established relationship, husband!nanami, au where shibuya is successful?? idk i actually haven’t gotten that far

(i switch tenses A LOT. i think it makes sense but i can always change things around. pls lmk)

Nanami had been on this mission for longer than expected. The special grade curse had managed to destroy a batch of seasoned sorcerers like it was nothing, only surrendering when he and Gojo had shown up to the scene. This was definitely his last mission, he decided.

Nanami drives home after the showdown as if his suit isn’t covered in blood, as if he doesn’t look like he’s on the brink of death. He just wants to be home with you, kissing you and holding you.

—

Unfortunately, Nanami’s work prohibits him from sparing the details of his missions. His last words to you before he left were, “Two months won’t be too bad, Darling. I love you and I’ll be back before you know it.” 

After a tender kiss on the lips and a firm hug, you were left all alone with only your thoughts to comfort you.

Every time Nanami goes out on a job, you fear he’ll never come back. Although he’s never told you what he does, you know it’s dangerous—dangerous enough for him to have warned you he might die one day.

It’s been an extra two weeks since he said he would be home. The small hope you have of him returning dwindles every time you wake up in an empty bed. You know you can’t think too lowly of him. He’s come back every other time, but you can’t help but worry that this time is different.

Normally, your husband would send loving voicemails to you while he was away, or at least a simple ‘Goodnight’ and a heart. Your phone hasn’t received any new messages from him in the last 20 days…

He’ll be back tomorrow, you promise yourself. You fall asleep in your cold, empty bed.

—

The time is just past seven o’clock and you’re drying the singular plate and glass you used for dinner.You place the tableware back in its respective place, looking back at the table, wondering if you should put away the plate you had left out for Nanami. 

Leave it, a voice in your head says, but you go and clear the table instead.

As you bend down to put away the table runner you notice a lonely box on the counter. It was a pregnancy test, one that you had convinced yourself that you didn’t need. After all, stress could make you late, right?

But now you’re realizing it hasn’t just been a few weeks, it’s been three months. In a trance and against your will, you pick up the test and trudge to the nearest bathroom.

Ten minutes go by all too slowly and you pick up the plastic with shaking hands. You flip it over in your hands and your mouth goes dry.

Two, very much solid, lines show up on the small screen. Pregnant.

At first you feel happy, of course you are. You and Nanami had once discussed children and agreed that they would come eventually. However, that eventually is now, just as you fear your husband is gone.

It seems like you sit on the bathroom floor for hours. Your eyes are wide from the shock but no tears fall. Maybe the reality will finally come crashing down tomorrow, and you’ll curl up in a ball and cry your heart out. For now, you grasp the plastic stick in your hands, as if to cherish your one last piece of Nanami.

You notice the sun is long gone from the sky when you finally look out the window. It’s 10 o’clock, supposedly your bedtime. You shakily get up after sitting for so long, allowing yourself to regain the feeling in your legs.

Toying with the idea of throwing the kit out and buying a new one, your hand hovers over the open garbage in your kitchen. It’s not like a negative or a positive would help you in your despair, but it would at least take your mind off of things. You decide to throw the test in some old ziploc bag and lazily pick up a pen to scribble ‘buy new test’ on a scrap piece of paper.

Then, suddenly, you hear the door knob rattle and somebody’s keys turn in the lock. You freeze in your place when you hear the familiar sound of the creaking front door. The sound is followed by the presence of a person in your front hallway.

“Y/N?” A soft voice reaches your ears, and you see your husband’s figure entering the kitchen.

“Kento!” You all but scream, rushing to embrace him.

He grunts when you make contact, but gladly accepts you into a tight hug. Tears threaten to fall, but Nanami releases you to wipe them away.

“Don’t cry, Darling. I’m here now,” he whispers against your head.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Kento. I was worried sick,” you sniff.

Nanami allows you to clean the dried blood off the side of his face, but doesn’t reply when you ask what happened. He silently pulls out his phone from his pants pocket. It’s completely and utterly ruined, the screen so destroyed you could not possibly contact someone with it.

“I know your job is dangerous, but this was too much for me. Not hearing from you for weeks, or knowing if you were even alive was so scary. I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself.” Your eyes are still watery when you finish wiping the last bits off his skin..

You think you’re about to have the same fight you always have when Nanami comes home, but this time he stays silent.

Following his gaze to the countertop, you see that he’s looking at the items you had haphazardly left out. More specifically, he’s focused on the bag containing the positive pregnancy test.

Silently, he walks over to investigate what’s left inside. You know exactly when he sees the results as his head snaps up and his gaze meets yours. Nanami sports the most shocked expression you have ever seen on him.

“Are you really pregnant?” He doesn’t sugarcoat his words.

“Well, I’m not sure…” You reply, hoping that he isn’t as upset as he looks now.

All of a sudden he drops the test and pulls you into another hug. 

“Are you happy?” You say into his neck.

“Of course… And, you won’t have to worry about me leaving again. I promise I will be here for every moment of this.” He says after a moment of silence.

—

Later that evening, you slip into bed beside Nanami after a long relaxing bath. Your husband looks up from his book when he notices the dip in the bed. 

“How are you feeling, Darling?” He asks.

You snuggle against his chest and pull the covers up. “I’m better now that you’re here.”

“How do you feel? You know, about being a father,” you say once you’ve settled in.

Nanami sighs, “I’m not sure yet… I feel lucky that you’re their mother and that we get to start a family together.”

“Can you imagine yourself being called Pops, or maybe even Daddy?”

Nanami tenses almost unnoticeably. If you hadn’t been staring at him, you wouldn’t have noticed the way his ears turn pink either.

“Kento,” you grin. “Do you enjoy being called Daddy?”

He sputters his next words while his cheeks flush. “I- don’t know!”

Feeling brave, you lean over into Nanami to whisper in his ear “I think you do, Daddy.”

Kento pulls you into his lap abruptly and holds you against his firm chest. He breathes in the smell of your hair and shakily sighs.

“Darling, you don’t know what you do to me.”

“Show me what I do to you,” you whisper into the nape of his neck, unconsciously rolling your hips against his.

Nanami eyes glaze over with a look of lust. He brings your face to his and presses his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Next thing you know, Nanami gracefully flips you over and hovers over you. 

Your husband makes his way down your neck slowly but surely, leaving a trail of love bites behind. 

“Kento! Don’t leave any marks!” You gasp when he bites down on your shoulder.

“What happened to Daddy, hm?” He doesn’t stop nipping at your skin. “I’ll only stop if you call me the right name.”

“Fine, Dadd—“ Before you have even finished your sentence, Nanami presses a fingertip to your clit, slowly swiping it across.

“There we go,” he grins, lightly peppering kisses on your collarbone.

Nanami’s touch against your sex changes in pace so that it’s both his index finger and thumb rolling against your sensitive bud. In turn, your mouth drops into an ‘o’ while he works his way into your pussy. Then, tentatively, he pushes one finger inside you.

In the time that your husband was away, you hadn’t touched yourself once. Now that he is back, you can’t help but be so reactive. With every shallow dip into your core, you feel yourself tighten.

“Please, please, please,” you moan, but you don’t know what you’re begging for. All you know is that if he continues to play with you like this, you’ll be cumming in under a minute.

He chuckles as your body lurches unintentionally. “What would you like me to do, Darling,” he stares into your eyes.

“I want you to fuck me. I need you inside of me,” you gasp with shallow breaths.

Nanami’s lips form a smile and withdraws his hand from your core. Slowly, he positions himself on top of you, letting his hard dick rest on your thigh.

As you anticipate him being inside of you, you feel your walls clenching in a desperate attempt to snare him. Then, fulfilling your wishes, your husband pushes into your depths with a low groan.

“Ahh, feels good, Darling. I missed this pussy so much.” He closes his eyes as he fully bottoms out.

“Please move, Kento. I can’t-” You lift your groin against his, trying to tempt him into thrusting into your aching cunt.

Grasping you by the hips and giving an experimental thrust, Nanami moves you further down the bed. You feel his thickness in your stomach, making you feel more full than ever. Over those few weeks he had been gone, you had forgotten how much he stretched you out. Now that he was home, you wouldn’t have to worry about losing the memory of his big cock.

Kento continues to pump in and out of you, so slowly so that you can feel every vein and ridge on him. Then, after a momentary pause, he decides to increase his pace. When you look in between your bodies, you see him bulging out of your hole whenever he pushes back in.

The feeling of your husband moving quicker and quicker inside of you leaves you gasping for breath. He, in turn, is breathing heavily, letting out groans whenever you tighten around him.

Suddenly, Nanami wants to change positions. “So you can feel me even deeper,” he says, patting a hand over your stomach.

You nod, and in response his strong arms tangle between your legs as he brings them up to your chest. You both feel the change in pressure when he starts to move. Your pussy tightens around his length when you feel him breaking further into your cunt. 

After whispering a short “I love you,” Kento thrusts harder, soon moving in and out of your wet hole with ease. 

Still just above your ear, Nanami’s hot breath hits your neck  as he leans in to press open mouthed kisses along your jawline. Suddenly, you feel his teeth move to the shell of your ear and bite down.

You can’t help but giggle, “Kento! What are you doing?!” 

He doesn’t stop, and instead moves on to your neck, pressing his nose against your collarbone. Every time your pelvises connect, Nanami breathes out with a deep groan. Although he is a quiet man to the public, he is a much different person in the sheets—the type of person who doesn’t care about making noise, the type of person whose groans make you feral.

“Darling, am I fucking you well?” He asks before sitting up to admire you.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy,” you cry out when he goes so deep you’re practically cumming.

Your reply spurs Nanami on and now he thrusts perfectly on your g-spot with a perfectly calculated force. With every harsh brush against that spot, you let out a ridiculously lewd moan. Within a few seconds, you feel yourself spasming out of control. 

“You’re close,” Kento says, and it’s not a question. He is too, you can tell by the fact he is suddenly doubling over and throbbing wildly against your walls.

You can feel yourself reaching your orgasm, which you know is going to end in you crying so loud that the neighbours can hear. While your pussy clenches in an attempt to milk your husband, you feel his cock readying itself to cum as well. 

Nanami puts everything into his last few thrusts before he stops fully pressing into you and cumming inside, his seed filling you to the brim. Before this, you and your husband hadn’t explored the idea of sex without condoms but now you know you can never go back. The idea of him cumming in you is so taboo that, despite already being pregnant, you’re sent over the edge.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you’re cumming harder than you have in your entire life. Moans escape you uncontrollably and you’re barely aware of what’s happening. All you know is that you have never ever felt this way and you don’t want it to end.

Grinding into your husband, your orgasm slowly fades and Nanami finally lets your legs fall to his hips. Kento pets at your hip while his hips slow in their movements,, then, finally, he stops while fully pressed against you. Lowering his face to yours, he places one last chaste kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you,” he says quietly. “Let’s get to bed.”

Tired beyond compare, you nod and let him pull out to rest beside you. After flicking off the light, he rejoins you under the covers, letting you rest your head on his shoulder and body against his. The comfort of being intertwined is something you had missed desperately while Kento was gone, and it puts you to sleep nearly right away.

When your breathing has fully settled and you’re close to dozing off, you whisper a quiet “I love you” into the darkness of your room. In reply he just hums and pulls you tighter to him.

As you find your consciousness leaving you, you smile at the thought of Nanami as a father. Although he has a tough exterior, Nanami is going to be the most perfect caring father. When that baby is finally born, you can only assume your lives will be more hectic than ever. For now, however, you get to enjoy your husband as he is—the loving man who’s going to be a daddy.

a/n: well. in honour of jjk s2. my mannnn. and also, so sorry this is similar to my shoto fic but people are still eating that up sooo

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[kurocamille]

Hey guyssss, i need some inspo for another smut fic… send me some prompts please🤞🤞

#bnha smut #haikyuu smut #genshin smut

[kurocamille]

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I am absolutely in love with your writing!

Your Shouto smut got me like 🥵🥵🥵

Good job!

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[kurocamille]

under construction for now

my hero academia ↳ shoto ↳ shigaraki

↳ bakugou

haikyuu

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other

↳ i’ve missed you, daddy / nanami kento jujutsu kaisen (daddy kink, soft sex, established relationship)

#anime smut #masterlist #smut masterlist

[kurocamille]

all of my mha fics, under construction as of now

todoroki shoto

i want a family… (breeding, soft sex, established relationship)

shigaraki tomura

miles high (airplane sex, praise and degradation, no quirks au)

bakugou katsuki

maybe frat boys aren’t so bad pt. 1 (car sex, fingering, hand jobs, heavy makeout)

maybe frat boys aren’t so bad pt. 2 (hand jobs, cunnilingus, loss of virginity)

[kurocamille]

❝miles high❞

shigaraki x reader mdni

3k words

you’re the secretary for the multi billionaire, shigaraki tomura, and you’ve developed a crush on him. he invites you to travel with him to his overseas conference but the plane ride quickly turns into something more than it should be.

warnings-

afab reader, no mention of pronouns (refers to reader as a good girl), boss/employee relationship, no quirks au, fingering, blow jobs, ingestion of fluids, overstimulation, spanking, semi public sex, creampie, ceo!shigaraki, ooc shigaraki, kind of fluffy at the end, terribly unrealistic plot line

You had a crush on your boss. You had been working for Shigaraki for over five months now and had gotten to know his harsh glares and beratings. He was not, by any means, a kind person, let alone somebody to invite you to his conference across the globe so soon into your meeting. However, you could only hope this trip would serve to better acquaint you, or at least earn some respect from him.

Of course, it was your duty to provide for him as his secretary, but it was still an extreme surprise to see his 5 billion yen private jet pull up on the runway.

Soon after the jet had stopped, Shigaraki’s other attendants ushered you into the cabin, taking it upon themselves to stow away your extra luggage.

The interior was everything you expected and more. The space was luxurious and not at all like any other plane you had been in.

“Move in, the plane has to leave on time, and I can’t have you delaying it with your spacing out,” Shigaraki huffs from behind you. You had been so enamoured by your surroundings that you had forgotten about the real task at hand.

“Right, sir,” you reply.

Shigaraki walks around you to get to his seat and motions you to follow.

You dig around the plush leather cushions of your seat, searching for the buckle.

“There aren’t any seatbelts on these seats,” Shigaraki tells you without looking up from his newspaper.

That’s terrifyingly unsafe.

Flying doesn’t scare you, but one look at the cabin has you questioning everything. You close your eyes, not daring to open them until you’ve taken off.

You don’t have much more time to stress because the jet is soon moving down the tarmac and getting ready for takeoff.

At this point, Shigaraki has put his reading down and is watching you grip the armrests like your life depends on it.

“Relax, (y/n), you don’t look too good like this.” His tone is joking, revealing his amusement in your distress.

You only calm down and loosen your grip when the plane makes a safe ascent. You open your eyes to make sure you’re well above the city, noticing Shigaraki’s focus is, thankfully, somewhere else. To combat your growing boredness, you decide to pull something out to occupy yourself.

The two of you mind your business for a while, both indulging in reading a contract and a cheesy vacation novel respectfully. The hours drone on and your intermittent time-checks become more than frequent. You still have ten out of 14 hours to go.

“(y/n), I would suggest you sleep now, since our first meeting is right after we land,” Shigaraki suggests, breaking the silence that had loomed for hours.

“Would you be able to wake me up in a few hours, then? I think it would be important to discuss my duties for this weekend before we arrive,” you hope that he’s kind enough to agree, but he has a habit of leaving you in the dark till the last minute. It’s shocking that you haven’t quit sooner.

“Yes.” Your conversation is pretty much shut down, but you don’t mind, preferring to rest your eyes as soon as possible.

—

You’re in a deep sleep when you’re jolted awake. You look around to see if it was your boss who woke you, but he’s still sitting in his seat, calm as ever.

Shigaraki’s pilot’s voice comes through the speaker, explaining the small patch of turbulence.

When Shigaraki notices that you’re back awake he tells you to rest again. “You’re going to be very busy, so you should sleep longer. I wasn’t planning on waking you soon anyway.”

—

The plane is still high in the air when your consciousness comes back. Just when you’re about to open your eyes fully, a ringing hits your ears.

You feel a short tap on your shoulder before Shigaraki’s voice reaches your ears. “It’s been an hour,” he says.

You open your eyes to see your boss retreating from in front of you. He actually woke me up! And surprisingly kindly, you thought.

Suddenly, your legs cramp and your hours of sleeping in a leather chair catch up to you. When you move to reposition yourself, an extremely harsh bump throws you forward, straight towards your boss.

Shigaraki grunts when you land directly in front, and practically on top, of him. Your hands had made their way onto his thighs when you had been propelled forward. Now, you sat in a terribly embarrassing position, directly in front of him.

“Sir! I’m so sorry!” You yelp. The plane is doing nothing to help you as it continues to throw you around.

Shigaraki’s face grimaces, but doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, he offers his hand to you, pulling so that you’re back on your feet.

However, Murphy’s law decides to bless you in your moment of embarrassment. With one last hefty, turbulent jolt, you are thrown flush against our boss’s chest, your legs falling in between his open legs. If somebody walked in on you at this exact moment, you were sure that they would gravely misunderstand your relationship.

Heat rises to your cheeks when Shigaraki places his hands on your hips to prevent you from moving. Unpredictably, he’s more flushed than you’ve ever seen him. It’s a good look on him and it makes you fall harder for him in that moment.

“Apologies, (y/n), I wasn’t watching myself,” he grumbles , dropping his hands from your body.

“It’s all right, I apologize for falling for you.” The words tumble out of your mouth without any filter.

“What was that?” Shigaraki’s frown falters.

“Nothing, sir!” You peep, slinking back a few feet. Had you said that out loud?

“All right, if that’s what you say…” He smirks at you. “You know, you don’t have to call me sir when we’re alone. Call me Tomura instead.”

First name basis when you’re alone. That’s something that only friends would do… Or lovers.

Were you reading into this correctly? Or were you finally falling delusionally in love with him?

Your eyes glance at Shigaraki’s—or Tomura’s now—lips. His gaze fixes on yours as if to say “Kiss me, I dare you.”

Leaning forward and placing your knee in between his legs, you shakily hover your lips above his ear.

“May I kiss you, Tomura?”

“Yes,” he simply responds with a groan, and presses his lips to yours.

The desire between you encompasses the room. You can feel the heat coming off of him as he looks into your eyes when you pull away.

Tomura greedily grabs your face again and pulls you into a deep kiss. His hands are on your sides, grabbing your waist as you move to straddle his lap.

You can feel his growing bulge under you and slowly grind your hips against his. Tomura lets out a shaky groan, hands gripping you tighter, keeping you firmly against his crotch.

“Are we going too fast?” You whisper when you notice Tomura’s state, his pupils blown wide and his lips plumped up by desire.

“No… Just look how hard you’ve made me,” he breathes, bucking his hips up to yours in desperation.

Tomura places his lips on your neck before hastily pulling your dress shirt from your skirt. Breaking from you, he unbuttons your shirt and greedily grabs your bare waist.

“Tomura, touch me,” you beg.

No matter how aroused you are by simply kissing, you want to go impossibly further with him, and as soon as possible.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” You’re broken from your thoughts and shamefully beg him, “Please, just anywhere.”

Tomura’s hand makes its way under your skirt and to the cloth of your panties. Pulling off your skirt and stockings and throwing them aside, he wastes no time in pushing your panties to the side and running a slim finger over the length of your pussy.

“You’re so wet. Look at you,” he groans before showing you the glistening wetness on his finger.

“Don’t tease,” you whine as he swipes fingers across your slit, avoiding your throbbing clit.

“As you wish,” he chuckles.

Without warning, Tomura flips you over and plunges his middle finger into your hole. Although you’re slick enough to be dripping onto the seat, you let out a squeal at his finger’s intrusion. Then, slowly, with the rhythmic movements of his hand, the burning fades and your moans reach a new volume.

With one particular brush against your g-spot, you begin to writhe uncontrollably. Tomura grins slyly, skillfully focusing on hitting that spot with every thrust.

Seconds later, lips reach your clit and suck you until you’re practically falling apart. Your moans can probably be heard by the pilot in the next room, but you don’t care enough to quiet down.

His head lifts off of you for a second so he can reach up to kiss you. Your saliva intermixes with every second your mouths meet and you swear you’re in heaven.

When Tomura adds a second, then third finger, you’re practically sent over the edge. His long fingers press along every nerve that sets your body on fire. Then, with the curve of his digits and a swipe of his thumb across your clit, you’re screaming his name and hitting your peak.

“Cumming!” You cry out, and collapse against the seat.

“Fuckkk, that’s a good girl,” he groans, slowing the pace of his movements before pulling his hand away and licking your cum from his skin.

Breathless and still hazy, you grin stupidly at Tomura.

“What’s next?” His voice ends your trance.

Wordlessly, you push Tomura off of you and force him into the chair behind him. Kneeling with as much poise as you can, you’re now face to face with his crotch, and by the look of it, he’s bursting at the seams.

Running your hands up and down your boss’s thighs, you narrowly touch his aching cock with every caress.

“Don’t make me wait, I think I've been patient enough.”The look you receive from above is one of restraint.

Your last touch never leaves his pants, moving across his lap to his sensitive clothed member. Clasping the zipper with two nimble fingers, you pull down his pants and underwear to reveal his cock at long last.

The sight that is Tomura Shigaraki’s dick is a work of art. In all ways, is it pretty, with its flushed tip, the soft trailing veins on the underside, and the little bead of perch that’s slowly dribbling towards the shaft.

Eager to have a taste, you lean forward and press soft kisses along the length, making your way to the head. At this point, Tomura is letting out soft grunts and groans whenever you make contact with his skin, and you can imagine what it’ll be like when he’s inside of you.

“Nnngh,” your boss borderline whimpers when you take him into your mouth and give a long hard suck.

You smile sheepishly when Tomura grabs a fistful of your hair and starts to guide your head. Soon your nose is meeting his trimmed pubes and he’s thrusting into you at a hazardously fast pace.

Gazing into Tomura’s eyes, you blindly reach up to cup his heavy balls. When you lightly give them a squeeze, he hisses and his cock twitches at the back of your throat..

The feeling of him throbbing in your mouth turns you on to such a degree that you feel your pussy begin to flood with wetness. Your panties are pushed against your folds and currently becoming drenched with your leaking desire.

Another twitch of Tomura’s length refocuses you on him. Sensing he’s close, you fasten the pace of your head as he moves his hand to grip your face. Tomura fucks into your mouth like no tomorrow. His balls now slap wildly against your chin, accompanying a lewd squelch with every thrust.

Your throat constantly constricts around his long cock as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy. A few last curses and one loud groan signifies the end for Tomura, and you feel his hot seed pour down your throat.

“Mmm,” you lick your lips after swallowing his load, opening your mouth to show it was gone.

“You are too sexy, I don’t think I can hold back any longer.” Strong arms lift you up hastily and throw you down onto the leather seat.

—

Tomura’s cock is still hard after two rounds and it’s clear he wants to continue. From your dazed out state, you can still feel the cum dripping from your hole. Wriggling under your boss’s grip, you attempt to reposition yourself.

The result of your movements is the sticky squish of cum in your pussy that seems to have Tomura raring to go.

“Can’t stop myself, I just want to keep cumming in you,” a breathless whine comes from him as he starts to move again.

“Please, cum in me again,” you reply breathlessly.

Unlike the last two times that had you sprawled out on your back, this new position has you on your knees, face pressed against the leather. Tomura takes you from behind, gaining speed with every forceful push.

To gain a better angle, Tomura brings your arms behind your back and bounds with a single hand. You can only squirm and arch as his cock hits that one spot repeatedly.

“Oh, fuck, Tomura!” you scream out when your boss’s free hand finds itself drawing circles on your clit.

The pleasure is starting to get so intense that your body is spamming under his, yet he continues fuck you as though he wants permanently leave you in his shape.

The familiar feeling of release builds up and you can feel the way you clamp down on him. Hitting that perfect spot one last time, you cum and scream out his name. Tomura fucks you straight through your orgasm, with little regard for your overstimulated body

Unfortunately, he still hasn’t cum yet, and with lust clouding his mind, he ignores your whines and protests.

“Just a little bit more. Just need to fill you up one last time. You think my good girl can last a bit longer?” Tomura questions.

“Yeah.” His praise goes straight to your core and suddenly it feels all too good again, the pain only adding to the pleasure.

After hearing your answer, Tomura grips the fat of your ass with a new vigour. Sinfully lewd noises are the only thing coming from his mouth, each groan ripped out of his throat with each clench of your core.

*SMACK!* All of a sudden Tomura slaps your ass, making you tighten in shock. He grins in realization, his cock throbbing at the discovery.

“So,” he starts, “Is it that you like being hit, or are you doing this for me?”

“Neither,” you barely gasp out as a palm hits your ass again.

“Are you sure? Your body is telling me otherwise.”

You aren’t able to reply when the force of his thrusts and his slaps are stealing the breath from your lungs. Tomura uses your silence as a way to fill your head with mockery and praise.

“Can’t answer, huh? Did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs haughtily, pulling your back against his chest so he can whisper it in your ear.

This new position allows him to have you far more intimately than ass up, doggy style. He uses it to seductively whisper in your ear, making fun of the way you clench with every use of “good girl” or “masochistic slut.”

His rough voice in your ear adds to the pleasure and the sensory overload sends you to the brink of an orgasm.

As you’re reaching your peak, you begin to worry that you’ll yet again cum before him. Hoping to send him straight to his orgasm, you deliberately clench around him. He reacts to your tightness with a deep groan, grip tightening around your hip to pull you flush up to his groin.

Not even five seconds later, his cock violently twitches inside you and his cum pours into you without warning.

The noise Tomura lets out can only be described as a whimper. It’s a whimper that’s enough to have you squeezing around him, cumming, and milking him for all that he’s worth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, letting out the last drops of his orgasm.

Grinding out the final bits of your highs, Tomura shockingly pulls you into a sweet kiss. Eventually you stop moving against each other, watching how he pulls out and a river of semen flows from you. It coats the sticky seat below you and dribbles onto the carpeted floor.

Watching your body quiver in the post-sex afterglow entrances Tomura to the point that he doesn’t notice your eyes closing. He finally moves from where he was standing after five whole minutes, but by then you’re fast asleep, slumped against the seat. Walking off to the plane’s washroom to find a washcloth, he watches you peacefully snoozing. There’s a certain tranquility to your calmness that makes him want to care for you more than he should.

—

Your boss, Tomura Shigaraki, thinks you’re beautiful, he always has, but it wasn’t until recently that he realized he liked you as more than an employee. Being fearful of any form of love, he had pushed you away when he suspected your crush. Little did he know his avoidance would only work against him.

—

Returning from the washroom, Tomura decides it would be stupid to pretend that there isn't mutual attraction (he thinks beating around the bush would be stupid.) So the two of you will have to talk about that later, something which he might struggle with. After all, he isnt used to having to confront his feelings, let alone acknowledge them. Whatever it is you two need to sort out, it’ll be worth it, he decides.

For now, Tomura wipes your glossy skin and smiles lovingly at you sleeping body.

a/n: sorry for disappearing!!!!!! i got a job so i’ve been busy. also, this was inspired by a dream i had💀

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❝i want a family…❞

shoto todoroki x reader mdni

1.7k words

Shoto comes home in a bad mood. You find out that it’s because his father wants him to have grandchildren. Despite his dislike for him, Shoto decides he wants to start a family with you.

warnings-

afab reader, no mention of pronouns, bit of angst at the start, oral sex (f + m receiving), fingering, hand jobs, ingestion of fluids (?), breeding, mating press, pet names (my love), established relationship, husband!shoto

After a hard day of hero work and fighting villains, all Shoto wants is to come home to your loving arms.

Today is different, however. The door slams shut to announce the arrival of your husband. His harsh entrance contrasts the embrace you would normally receive.

Shoto haphazardly takes off his jacket and trudges upstairs, completely ignoring you watching him. After a few moments, you slowly follow him to your bedroom. Something is wrong.

“Shoto?” You call.

He doesn’t reply, but you see his eyes trail over your form as you walk through the door. He’s sitting on your bed in a fresh pair of sweatpants, his hero costume balled-up beside him. The dim light of a single lamp illuminates his stoic face.

“Are you alright?” You say, receiving a blank stare in return.

At times when Shoto is too agitated to give you his undivided attention, you know to let him cooldown and to comfort him silently.

And so, walking over to join him on the bed, you place a gentle hand on his bare shoulder. Shoto doesn’t flinch when your skin makes contact with his. Even when he was drained, Shoto couldn’t resist your sweet hold.

Your hand rubs soft circles into his skin. You stay like this until his breathing evens out and his eyes soften.

“Thank you, my love,” he finally says.

You press a kiss on his neck and whisper against the skin, “Of course. Anything to make you feel better… Do you want to tell me what happened?”

Shoto recounts his stressful day as you continue to trace shapes on his back. He’s saying something about the increased rate of crime and his father pressuring him to have children.

You falter when you hear him mention children. Shoto turns around, noticing the absence of your contact.

“Is something wrong?” He blinks.

“No, I just didn’t know your father was that interested in grandchildren,” you reply stiffly, placing your hand against him again.

Children and starting a family had been off the table with Shoto since as long as you could remember. You knew about the abuse that Endeavour had made his family suffer through and that Shoto would never want to have that. You, of course, would oblige his wishes but that wasn’t to say you weren’t a little jealous of the happy families on the street.

“I know I said I was against having children,” Shoto interrupts your thoughts. “But I’ve been thinking about it… Whether or not I’m granting my father’s wishes… and I think I’d like to try.”

Your head perks up. “For a baby?”

“Yes, I think I’m ready. Do you think you’d like that, my love? A family?”

You beam up at him and give him a peck on the lips. “I think I’d like that a lot.”

Shoto returns your kiss, lovingly placing his hands on your sides. The kiss deepens and you’re now laying under him as he slowly strays from your lips.

He switches between sloppily kissing your neck to biting and sucking on your supple skin. The contrast has you already writhing under him. Shoto lifts himself from you and you know from the smirk on his face that there are a decent number of love bites on your neck..

Shoto hastily goes to unbutton your shirt. His nimble fingers pull away at the buttons, leaving you in a white, lacey bra—his favourite.

“Keep going, Sho,” you encourage him.

The bra makes its way to the floor as he latches onto your nipple. The feeling of his tongue against you is far too pleasurable. You let a few gasps escape whenever he dons a particularly hard suck.

“You look beautiful under me, my love, ” Shoto remarks.

In no time, he’s kissed all the way to the top of your waistband. He keeps his eyes locked on yours while he pulls them down, silently asking for your permission.

His next obstacle is your panties that are covered in your arousal. He has no problem taking them off, leaving him face-to-face with your cunt.

“Sho!” You cry out when you finally feel his tongue at your core.

He’s lapping at your pussy like it’s his job, reaching every place that makes your eyes roll back.

“Tastes good,” he mumbles.

You flush and can’t help but feel your insides clench. He’s now expertly licking at your folds and sucking on your throbbing clit.

Suddenly, you feel Shoto pushing a digit inside of you. The wetness coating your pussy allows him to easily push into your depths. Your walls clamp down around his finger, making irregular movements.

Shoto recognizes this as a sign that you’re close and tasks himself to make you cum. Changing between playing with your clit and licking your folds, he looks up at your bashful face, hoping to bring you to the edge.

Your moans reach a higher pitch as you reach your high. The wave of pleasure hits you hard and fast you realize you’ve left a mess on his face.

“That’s it,” Shoto whispers, continuing to lazily lap at your core.

Soon, your breathing evens out and you sit up on the bed. Shoto is still peering up at you but that won’t work for what you have planned. Grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the covers, you copy his previous actions.

Small huffs are heard from Shoto as you kiss down his toned chest. You waste no time in bringing him to your state of undress, quickly pulling him out of his sweats and boxers.

He hangs half hard and longer than average. With a dick as pretty as his, you’re on your knees stroking him as soon as possible, earning you a deep groan with that first contact.

“Mmh, slower, my love. We have time,” He grunts when you give a squeeze to the base.

You continue for a while, fully enjoying the view of tousled hair and a heavy breathing chest. Every time his cock twitches you see Shoto’s eyes squeeze and he groans, propelling you to force a greater reaction from him.

Just when Shoto thinks he’s had it all, you place your lips on the tip, sucking, just like he did, and moving your hand along the shaft.

Slowly you take more in your mouth till he’s hitting the back of your throat. The moans he’s eliciting are getting louder and the hand that was once fisting the bed sheets comes to hold your head.

“Just like that, nnggg,” Shoto tilts his head back in pleasure. You oblige, reaching up to lightly touch his balls.

You can tell he’s close by the way he throbs in your mouth and the way his balls are pulsing, ready to release his cum.

Much to your dismay, Shoto pulls you off before he reaches his peak. “We have to save this for you,” he touches the mix of spit and pre cum that hangs off your chin.

Shoto pulls you from where you kneeled and places you on the bed. He cages you in, placing one last open-mouthed kiss on your lips before he lines up with your entrance.

The noises you both let out are sinful and wanton. After a painfully slow penetration, his cock fills you to the brim. Shoto stills himself inside of you to control himself—after all, he’s still recovering. His hunched figure looks at you lovingly, waiting for you to give him the green light.

When you start to squirm under him, Shoto takes it as a sign to languidly thrust into you. Both of you gasp at the friction. No matter how long you’ve been with Shoto, neither of you will ever be able to get over that first thrust.

Your husband brings his hands to wrap around your thighs and has them sit around his waist. All of a sudden you feel him deeper inside.

As his pace speeds up, you and Shoto share a searing kiss. If it weren’t for him keeping you against him, you’d easily be crumbling into the mattress.

Skin against skin, groans and moans, the wetness of fluids—these are the only things that can be heard in your bedroom for what feels like a blissful eternity.

With one intentional thrust, Shoto hits harder than before, brushing over the spot that makes you clench the tightest.

“Fuck, you just got so tight.” His groans are louder than ever.

In one fluid motion, Shoto pushes you back till you’re in a mating press with your hands placed on his warm chest. If you weren’t in heaven before, you were now. It’s incredible how deep he is when he’s thrusting into your pussy this expertly. The rhythm he’s going at builds and you feel so close to your peak.

The continuous brushes against your g-spot have you clenching uncontrollably. You can see that Shoto is faring just as badly from the way his chest heaves and his cock throbs angrily.

“I’m close, Sho,” you breathe out shakily.

“Me too.” Shoto pulls you closer and kisses you.

The thrusts that were once a steady, rhythmic tempo, are now losing speed. You feel Shoto’s hot cock twitch in you, signalling his orgasm. With your tight pussy clamping down on him, he loses sight of everything and seeks to reach his high.

A few last thrusts have you cumming together, the forceful orgasm crashing through you.You bite down into your husband's shoulder to prevent yourself from screaming and disturbing the neighbours. He, in turn, stills himself inside of you, making sure his seed fills you to the brim.

The two of you bask in the afterglow and gaze at each other lovingly. A sheen of sweat covers your skin but you don’t care when he pulls you onto your side, pressing his chest to your back.

“I can’t believe I just came inside of you,” Shoto laughs softly.

“Neither can I,” you reply, followed by a stretch of silence.

You wonder if he’s fallen asleep while he’s still inside. But you’re pleasantly surprised to hear his husky voice in your ear.

“Can we do it again?” He asks, unconsciously grinding against you.

You reply with a nod, allowing him to pull out and reposition. Shoto’s eyes follow the cum that drips from your pussy and onto the bed.

“Better not leak any more…” He hums while slowly filling your hole again, inevitability, preventing any more seed from escaping.

a/n: oh my god this is my first smut ever. i know i use an excessive amount words but it’s okay, right???? thanks, lmk what you think.

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