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Any chance you can write prompt 200 with Kieran White? I haven't seen any smut with him and he's so handsome!

I think this webtoon is kinda underrated tbh, at least with the people I've talked to.

Pairing: Kieran White x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, morning sex, rough sex, kissing, moving panties to the side, teasing, praise, needy!Reader

A/N: If you haven't read this webtoon please do so, its so good!

200. “You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”

Because your boyfriend was a famous assassin you weren't left with many opportunities to spend intimate time with him. He was away on missions a lot and when he came home he'd stay for a week at most, which left you needy and wanting to get as much time with him as you can get.

Getting as much time together also involved a lot of sex, to the point where the only descent sleep you had was when he was off on missions. No complaints there honestly, he wanted to do what made you happy and he loved the feeling of closeness it brought.

Which is why he never complained when early in the morning you'd pull him right back into bed after breakfast and a little work out. Kieran already knew what you wanted, he could see the lustful look in your eyes, feel the way your hands dipped into his abs and lower down to pull his tight boxers down. "You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?" He smiled against your ear, his lips sending shivers down your spine.

Before getting a response he was already unclasping your bra, letting your breasts press against him, soft and warm. Your hands grasped at the roots, pulling his head down for a kiss, his hair slightly damp from the workout before.

"When has it ever been enough? Come on Kiki, you might be the assassin but I notice when you look at me. Why do you think I wore the underwear you bought be?" He groaned into kiss, feeling himself trapped in his boxers as his cock twitched, wanting attention, wanting to be inside you.

"Get on the bed. All fours. I'll make sure you don't walk for a week after I'm done." It wasn't like him to be impatient but every once in a while you saw his more wild side shine though. Particularly when his cock was so hard.

His ice blue eyes met yours and the second he was lined up with you, not even bothering to take your panties off, he pushes his full length inside of you.

"Don't hold back." You moaned, fully pulling him against you, your hands ticking the little hairs at the nape of his neck, one of your legs locked around his hip.

"Wasn't planning on it." Kieran kissed you quickly, every kiss silencing the moan you'd make because of his thrust. Pretty soon the kisses and moans no longer overlapped, the moans overtaking them, as did the loud slapping of skin echoing all around the room. On one had you're weren't gonna walk when its done, but on the other hand you'll have something to use for your lonely nights.

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Part 1

You were a serial romantic, Bakugo knew that. You dated like it was a sport; picking up dates and romances as easy as anyone he'd ever seen, regularly posting flowers and gifts on your feed, or sending him pictures of nice-looking restaurants someone had taken you to.

But he couldn't help but want to domesticate you. He wanted to make you his, wanted to be the only one to see your eyes heavy with lust, your body sticky with cum.

If there was one thing you knew about Bakugo, it was that he didn't date. He didn't get involved in relationships or any sort of serious romantic situation.

You knew that... so why were you thinking of him so fondly now? Bakugo wasn't some blushy virgin like you. You knew he's had flings, stupid hookups here and there. He told you about them, and he also told you how he was never interested in anything more.

So how could you let yourself have such tender thoughts about your best friend?

"So I ended things with him today," you said softly, sitting at the edge of Bakugo's bed.

You noticed that he's been more distant lately, spending less time alone with you and more with Kirishima and the other guys.

You didn't want to come off as clingy after what had happened in his room, so you said nothing, instead keeping your feelings to yourself. You two weren't together. He'd offered to give you tips, and that was it.

"Fucking finally," Bakugo scoffed, laying back on his bed with his back on the headboard, arms folded over his chest as he looked at you sitting on the edge of the bed. "I was waiting for when you'd come to your senses."

You hummed in affirmation, your eyes cast downwards, studying the hem of your shorts. You were stiff, awkwardly so, and you were never awkward around Bakugo.

The blonde boy couldn't help but think he'd messed up your friend by offering to teach you how to give head. And not even on your side, but on his.

He couldn't even look at you the same, his mind kept replaying that stupid, fucked-out look you'd had when you were laying between his legs. Then there were the fantasies as well; images of you, breasts covered with cum, his hard dick brushing up the crack between your ass cheeks, your stupid, pretty eyes looking up at him from his pillow in the early mornings.

Even now, as he subtly eyed you sitting stiffly at the edge of his bed, he couldn't help the desire deep in his gut.

"Oi." He called out to you, voice gruff and demanding.

Even your reply was awkward.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" He asked again, shifting forward so he was right next to you, his arm just behind your back, thumb dangerously close to your ass, and his shoulder brushing yours.

"Me?" You asked with him narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, you. You've been weird lately. What is it?" He asked again, a bit harsher this time.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and facing away from him. "You're the one that's suddenly so close with Kiri-"

"You've gotta be fucking kidding." He spat.

"You practically live in his room now. You're never here or in mine!" You fired back.

He leaned closer to you, craning his neck so he could look at your face. "You're joking, right? I'm literally always with you, YN."

"No, you're not, Katsuki. During class, you're sitting with him. During lunch, you're sitting with him. We're in the dorms, and you're with him again. Come on, after school was you and me!" You shot back at him, pushing at his shoulder, trying to get away.

But Bakugo doesn't budge, instead harshly gripping your wrist. "Cause you're fucking weird with me now. You're all off now, YN."

"Kats-"

"I'm serious." He interjected, pulling your wrist and getting you closer. "Since that shit happened, you've been weird with me, and it's making me feel like I messed up. I hang around Eijiro cause I feel like I messed things up with you!"

He's breathing hard now, staring at you intently, your wrist still being harshly gripped by him.

You're less intense; your bottom lip caught between your teeth as your eyes keep looking at his and away and you're trying so hard not to stare at his lips.

You're both silent for a long minute before he speaks up. "Is it that you regret it? We can forget it happened if that's what's bothering you-"

"I don't regret it, Katsuki." You quickly said.

"So what's the fucking problem?"

"I wanted more!" You harshly said, pulling your arm away. "I wanted more, but I didn't want to fuck things up cause I know you're not interested in that sort of thing."

His nostrils were flared now as he took you in. "Is that it?" His voice was low, husky, and he reached for your hips, his palm quickly grabbing the flesh of your ass and pulling you into him. "You're horny? You've been fucking weird cause you wanted me to fuck you?"

His lips were on yours before you could respond, hungry and desperate, hands quickly pulling your body into his.

"If all you wanted was some fucking dick, you should have said something." He spat out at you as he pushed you unto his bed, quickly climbing atop you.

This, this side of Katsuki, this hungry, carnal look, was something you'd only heard in conversation from the girls he'd been with. It was something you knew existed because of how he'd told you about his flings.

You never really thought you'd get to experience it. His lips on your neck were swift and rough, leaving marks and goosebumps in their wake as he trailed down.

"Fuck, Katsuki- wait." You tried pushing at him as his tongue made contact with the skin just above the waistline of your shorts. You were feeling too much in that moment; dizzy and clear-headed, horny and frustrated.

He shushed you, pushing your shirt upwards to your face, licking long stripes along the skin of your waist.

"I'm going to fuck you brainless," he whispered, other hand pulling down your shorts as you tried sitting up to stare down at him. "Gonna fucking domesticate you."

Moans and whimpers filled the room once he'd gotten your shorts off, proceeding to bury his face between your thighs. Your back was arched off his bed, thighs pressing on either side of his head as your brain went into overdrive.

He didn't even give you any breathing space, fingers groping at your breasts and tweaking your nipples whilst his tongue devoured you.

"Didn't think my bestie was so bratty when needy." He whispered into your cunt, tongue swirling round your clit, suckling and flicking the bundle of nerves. "I should've done this sooner instead of having you being some child."

You weren't even processing his words, just rutting your hips up into his face, fingers tightly gripping at his hair as you chased your orgasm desperately.

"Fuuck- fuck fuck..." you whined, tears pricking at your eyes, "I'm almost there- almost there, Katsuki." You kept sobbing.

"Yeah, cum for me, okay?" He whispered, his hands holding your thighs down as they quivered, sucking up your juices as they flowed.

Your orgasm crashed into you suddenly, your hand flying to cover your mouth as your whole body shook from pleasure. And even after you'd come down from the high, limbs limp and eyes shut, Bakugo didn't stop licking into you till you had to pull his head away from your cunt.

"You good now?" Came his voice as he got up, hands softly fondling your breasts beneath your shirt.

You whined, trying to curl up into his side. "I'm tired."

"Yeah, I figured. You looked like you were being exorcised." He snorted as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close.

"Will you shut the fuck up, Katsuki?" You mumbled.

He chuckled softly, stroking your hip as he stared up at his ceiling.

"So...?" you murmured into his chest. "It's not too forward if I ask what are we?"

Bakugo cleared his throat, adjusting his position. "I mean... I know I don't usually date..."

Your chest sank.

"But like, I do want to be with you properly. Like, take you out and stuff. So if you want that too... that's what I wanna do."

You smiled shyly into his rib, wrapping your arms tighter round his middle. "Yeah... let's do that."

He hummed with a soft smile on his face.

Maybe you do like him like that.

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Reunion - Megumi Fushiguro

cw: spit, saliva swapping

Megumi and yourself reunite after a number of years, to finally act on the unspoken feelings the pair of you had shared.

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Childhood friendships always blossomed into something more. 

The years of 'tolerating Gojo' both yourself and Megumi had endured together had given the pair of you a unique bonding experience; something that even with a lifetime apart, you'd be able to reminisce on. Your relationship with Megumi had been a deep one, even if the pair of you hadn't spoken too much over the past few years, you'd forever been ingrained in one another's heads. Memories the two of you shared, forever. 

You heard of his return from Nobara over coffee, a nonchalant passing of information from herself, unaware of the way your chest tightened at the sound of his name, or the way you were unable to finish your drink following the news, due to the nausea that filled your throat. 

Megumi and yourself had a complicated history, a never quite the right time sort of backstory, the one where each of you managed to continuously miss the other's opportunity. He'd confessed his affections toward you before leaving, as if you'd be able to act upon impulse only a few short hours before he'd left for university. 

It had been two years since you'd seen Megumi last. Two, long, painful, heart and gut wrenching years. You'd matured greatly, going from eighteen to twenty, all while he'd been doing the same - away from you. The first few months were hard, and as time progressed, it had gotten undeniably easier, but a small part of you was missing. No one to tell the stories of your day to, complain about your sensei to, because even if Nobara was around, Megumi wasn't. 

It was difficult to think about him at some frat-type party with friends; you'd hated to think of all the pretty girls he'd encounter, encouraging cheers from male peers as he would take action on any slither of sexual attraction. 

Even if you'd hated to admit it, you knew deep down that Megumi was the only man you'd find suitable. No one else filled the hole he had in your life, and now he'd been gone, it was harder than ever. Sure, you'd managed to skim through the past few years of life with borderline-mediocre grades, a friend or two, but nothing had amounted to the fullness in life you'd felt by his side. The silent glances at one another from across the room, locking eyes in a fight with a curse and knowing the next person's move from the slight alteration in facial expression - there wasn't anyone else that could even begin to mimic Megumi's role in your life. You'd hoped that after all this time, he would still feel the same, too. 

The day came, after hours of anxiously tapping your leg in your seat, looking at yourself in the mirror, drinking water because of the cotton-mouth you'd developed from anxiety, where Megumi entered the bar you'd been waiting in. Nobara and Yuji stood, showering their friend in eager hugs and small welcome gifts, while you sat silently at the table, awaiting their presence. 

He looked different. 

Although his hair was still flailing around, expression still just as furrowed, he was a little taller, face matured. He had small bags under his eyes, and new clothes, not the navy uniform you'd grown to imagine him in, but a fashion sense had emerged from the male. He'd aged, as you had, his aura was entirely different. 

From that moment, you'd understood how much time had passed; you couldn't just pick things up like he'd spoken to you yesterday. He was a man. You pondered how to greet him once the pair would allow him to leave their embrace, the usual teasing 'gumi didn't feel right anymore. 

Megumi noticed how you'd changed, too. The spark in your eye had faded a little, a straight face now curving down to form a frown. His heart skipped a beat as he too had realized the difference in the way you held yourself, comparing that to when you were children. 

"Hey." He was the first to break your silence. Your eyes moved from the stained, glossy table before you to glance up your friend. A small smile met his lips as the pair of you shared a glance, a fire within the pair of you igniting.  "Megumi." You'd felt the giddiness through you as you said his name, this time to his face, not just in passing, but to the man stood only meters from you. "It's been too long."  

Awkward conversation got easier over time. Tensions were high between you, sharing glances between words, flutters within your chest each time you'd made eye contact. Nobara and Yuji had managed to get themselves plastered, leaving yourself and your childhood friend to transport them back to Yuji's dorm, leaving to return to yours after their half-hearted protests. Nobara had shared housing with you, but crashed on the bed with the pink haired male after hobbling over. She knew you'd need time alone with Megumi; the last thing you'd discussed with him before he'd left being so heavy. 

The walk back to your dorm was silent, sounds of wind whirling through the November branches on trees, amber leaves turning brown with autumn slowly ending. It was cold out, but you weren't able to feel the near freezing temperature, the fire of anxiety burning within you, almost sweating as the mutually quiet wonder came closer to conclusion. Megumi was supposed to stay with the other male, but after their drunken ramblings and displays, agreeing it would be better to spend the night at yours. 

His chest had tightened at the thought of being alone with you, though he'd done well to suppress his emotions - until you'd closed the door behind you. The key had still been in your hand, only just turning to welcome him to the messy dorm room, when he hadn't been able to stop himself from leaning forward, stealing a kiss from your startled lips, though pulling back quickly to assess your reaction. 

There had been no warning, no chance to reciprocate the movement before he'd already left your face bare to cold air once more. The pair of you resided in the silence, your back sinking to hit the door behind you as all you could do was stare. He wasn't afraid to look over your stunned expression as you'd simply processed the moment. Megumi didn't know if you'd felt the past few years thinking of him, too. 

A burst of confidence was your saving grace as you stepped forward, a hand wrapping around the back of his heated neck, pulling him downward to meet your lips once more. The pair of you worked on one another, an electrifying feeling of finally tasting him, after all the instances you'd pictured doing this very thing. 

Your nose had been cold from the fresh air you'd been in, but heated through Megumi's face pressed so eagerly to yours, his cheeks flushed with a burst of passion. Once kicking the dainty shoes you'd picked to match your outfit to the side, a little shorter than before, you pulled his shirt along with you as you'd backed up to your side of the room, his neck lurching to maintain the heat of your mouth on his while you'd sat down. A nudge backward from him left you laying on your bed, his knees reaching to rest between parted legs as the display of desire continued. His hands moved to support his weight above you, resting on his forearms but placing his chest flush with yours, wishing to feel you pressed against every inch of him. 

Your hands were opposing his, instead moving under the baggy t-shirt he'd modeled, running up his bare stomach. He'd shown signs of delight as he'd exhaled through his nose at your touch, a jolt forward as if he'd been magnetized to your fingers. You traced down, feeling for the button of his trousers, clumsily undoing it while his tongue moved to meet yours, a moan deluging from your mouth to his, barely touching the air around you as your lips were glued to one another. 

You pulled at the waistband, not able to move the fabric alone, but signifying your wants to Megumi. He'd understood, sliding them down, allowing your hand access to grasp at the bulge in his briefs. As your fingers brushed over his hardened protrusion, he pressed into your hand, finally breaking the kiss to undress you. 

You worked in tranquility, the only sounds being a soft downpour from outside hitting against the widow beside you, reminding you how glad you were to be in the warmth of your own home, and the ragged breaths leaving the pair of you. Slipping out of your clothes, you'd laid naked before him, appreciating his own nudity before he'd found himself pressed back up onto you, lips connecting. 

His tongue roamed your mouth, yourself reciprocating the exploration, sliding against it as the pair of you had savored the taste of the other, traversing over each recess of your mouths, when Megumi finally pressed the head of his cock to your cunt, slowly sliding into you. You gasped against his lips, fullness causing your eyes to roll back. He'd continued on despite yourself curving backward, a string of drool connecting the pair of your mouths. 

The thick liquid broke, dripping down to drop over your chin, pouring to pool on your chest. His eyes watched the mixture of the pair of you as it had puddled, and you'd composed yourself enough to lean back up, craving more. Your lips wrapped around his tongue in a kiss, pulling back, as he'd mimicked your movements, taking your own into his mouth and sucking. His thrusts were sloppier as he'd been focused on your mouth, an unexpected discovery to himself as he'd felt his pleasure intensify when allowing his spit to combine with yours, unknowing as to who's saliva had coated the inside of his mouth. 

You panted under him, pulling back only to arch your back in a moan, sodden pussy filled to the brim with the uncoordinated thrusts, clenching when some went in further than others. Through the haze, you watched the dark blue narrowed eyes as a hand found its way to your face, thumb caressing your chin and pulling lightly.  "Open your mouth." Megumi had instructed, pace becoming a little more rhythmic after he'd had less to focus on, voice wavering. 

You obliged, parting your lips to allow the male access, though oblivious to his plans. You'd half expected the stray thumb that had rested on your cheek to be pushed through your teeth, but as he tilted your head back, he spat. The drop had landed onto your tongue, a hum leaving you as you opened a little wider, allowing him to repeat the action. You closed your mouth, swallowing while maintaining his gaze. Megumi let out a guttural moan at the sight, a noise of appreciation between the sloshes of his cock moving between your walls. 

His eyes maintained their position on your face, even through the jolts of bliss that waved over him. You smiled shyly at the attention, opening your mouth once more, tongue extended ever-so-slightly to allow him admittance. 

He took the invitation, spitting into the cavity, but before you'd been able to ingest the drool he'd given you, he leaned forward to embrace your tongue with his lips, sucking off the residue of both yours, and his liquids. You did the same, until the two of you were in a trance, swapping each of the fluids with one another. Megumi was getting worked up, cock pummeling into you much faster than before in needy blows, seconds away from reaching his end. 

It hadn't just been your arousal mingling between one another, but moans too, breath hot and fanning over one another faces with each whine of ecstasy, an impoverished show of passion between two bodies. 

A loud grunt departed from his chest, followed by a few gasps for air, cock spurting his seed within you. He'd pressed himself plush to you, compressing your body into the mattress; though it hadn't bothered you as his gulps for oxygen were pressed to your ear. Hearing him come undone had been all you'd imagined, causing you to tighten up around him eagerly as you'd been blessed with the sound you had only dreamed of. 

He faded back into normalcy, pounding against his chest residing to the, still upbeat, rhythm it had been moments before. You pressed a kiss into his cheek before he'd rolled from your skin, laying to settle beside you. Chests rising and falling in synchrony, the pair of you closed your eyes, a mutual silence endowing over the atmosphere. 

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! smut ahead mdni !

you don’t realise megumi likes your fingers in his mouth until he’s bottoming out, palms spreading your legs when you push your fingertips past his lips. you’d intended to use the spit as lubrication, the throb of your clit in need of attention while his length had been filling your every inch - you hadn’t expected him to groan, grip over you tightening.

you let it slip the first time, but when you’re in his lap, hips rolling on his, you decide to entertain the idea.

his head had been tilted back slightly, resting on the couch cushion behind, his cheek warm to your hand as you dragged your nails over the soft skin, two fingers delicately ghosting over his lips before pushing between teeth.

his eyes widen, groan in throat as his hips push upward, and you’re sure his dick had just twitched inside of you. a smile crept over your face as you slid the digits over his tongue, his expression contorting and a whine voicing his approval.

he hadn’t been all to vocal until now. but he couldn’t help but buck his hips and burrow himself deeper with the sensation of your fingers inside his mouth… especially when they’d cause him to gag.

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fanfic writers!! here me out. reader, geto and gojo were a trio. reader and geto had a “relationship” in jujitsu high, reader liked geto, geto liked reader, did they ever do something about it…? no. gojo on the other hand, had feelings for reader, reader of course did not reciprocate! (sorry gojo your time will come) after geto left he broke reader, they went cold and they felt betrayed, years go on gojo still has feelings for reader and reader is still trying to navigate through their life, gojo’s a sensei now, reader is doing something else, they somehow cross paths (idk how) and they spark up their friendship again, it’s quiet obvious that gojo still likes them, or dare i say love them..?? reader feels guilty because they themselves start to spark up feelings, but gojo has always cared for them and will never feel like a second choice, because he knows deep down reader isn’t like that. he says the line of “he was your first love but i’ll be your last.” (kinda like Klaus and Caroline ifykyk) SO. WHAT DO WE THINK?? DM ME FOR ANY QUESTIONS IF YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS PROJECT!! i would do it myself but honestly i’m too lazy and get writers block more then i would like :) the way i imagine this btw is reader being female, it’s how i always have so that is a must!!

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nanami kento who, after your wedding ceramony, immediately goes to his knees and very gently takes your heels off. who kisses your ankle and runs his fingers down your legs, admiring the skin of the one he loves most. who then slides back to his feet, picks you up bridal style and drags you to the bedroom, ignoring the squeals of protest, and shuts it down with a, "wont you let your husband take care of you?"

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crying rn!

reader who gets reincarnated lifetime after lifetime and sukuna, who is desperatly in love with you, so he waits each lifetime, only to have the same results: you despising every bone in his body. no matter how weak he makes himself, having tried so many times to get you to fall for him, you always figure out what, who he is, and the cycle repeats. because sukuna may love you, but you will never pine for a monster. and with every death, he waits, and tries again, because maybe one day he will figure it out what it takes to make your heart sing. maybe one day you wont care that he is the king of curses and will give him just a drop of affection. but for now, he kisses your hand, imagining your eyes to be softer, and waits for the familiar slap across his cheek for daring to lay his disgusting hands on you

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❦ — SLEEPY

sleepy ! ft. bakugoukatsuki

content: …

bakugou! who’s a terribly light sleeper, so that means you can’t even get out of the bed for a water without him getting up too.

“what’s wrong?”

or

“did ya hear something??”

bakugou! who can’t fall asleep without you being in bed with him, so if you happen to be watching tv in the living room he’d sit with you and complain about it until you finally got up to bed with him.

“it’s getting late.”

he’d roll his eyes and slump deeper into the couch, tired eyes watching you and the tv.

“when the hell is this episode over?!”

“you can go to bed first katsuki, be there inna minute”

he sighed,

“i guess ill stay if it’s only a minute.”

or if you just cannot make it to your shared bed, if he’s out on business or you’re on a girls trip he’d call you when he’s about to go to sleep just to be on the phone with you since it’s the closest thing to actually being with you.

bakugou! who for some reason physically can’t leave your presence without kissing you goodbye.

bakugou! who holds your hand during whatever position during sex.

bakugou! who can fall asleep almost anywhere as long as he’s with you.

just a couple bakugou hcs for ya🤗

blondieeu xx

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he will never know peace

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The "she fell first but he fell harder" trope with Levi >>>>>

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He's wearing his dad's shirt 💕

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꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁! find your favorite panties hidden in your best friend 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂'𝘀 drawer. his eyes widened slightly and he felt his cheeks heat up slightly. you turned to look at him, with an eyebrow raised and your lips parted. “i have no idea how that ended up there, i swear,” he explains awkwardly, looking away, knowing that he screwed up... or maybe not. otherwise, you wouldn't be riding his cock right now, with your panties in his mouth. his muffled moans sounded pathetic as he had his hands tied behind his back, restraining himself from touching you. “if you touch me, the game is over, gojo” you had warned him firmly as you made his cock feel so delicious inside your wet pussy. his pretty blue eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, looking up at you, while he was overstimulated to the point of tears. “fu' fuck' cum—” he stuttered and you automatically stopped moving your hips, gently cupping his face with your hands, denying him his orgasm for the fourth time in a row. he whimpers, closing his eyes. “oh, poor baby, wants to cum inside me... what a pity” you murmur softly. with a malicious smile, you began to move your hips again at a pace that makes satoru shudder and roll his eyes back, closing them completely... it will be a long night. “until I forget you stole my favorite panties, love”.

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Bakugou who points up at the mistletoe that you didnt notice. And when you look up to see what he was pointing at, he takes the chance to slam his lips into yours. And yes, he put up the mistletoe.