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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — it's getting harder to hold off on bakugou or based on this excerpt

࿄ ! warnings - corruption? fingering. nsfw. / note. this was very highly anticpated lol :} ty guys! minors& blank blogs dni.

you’ve never really enjoyed sex. while that’s not really taboo to say as a woman (considering the vast & massive orgasm gap) you think you might as well give up at this point.

most guys that you’ve met are selfish and egotistical, in nature and in sexual prospects. they overrate their sexual experience, licking at a nipple slightly before plunging into your walls without a care for any telltale signs of arousal. was sex supposed to be painful and dry? either way, you were not interested in trying to disprove that hypothesis anymore. swearing to abstinence made more sense than try to fuck your way through a dry spell. nuh uh. never again.

when you start dating katsuki, you realise you can’t hold off on not doing the deed any longer. your boyfriend is an attractive, adonis of a man and the sexual tension is through the high angled roof of his penthouse whenever you come over to his place.

however it becomes every time, every single time, in which you deny his advances, push away at the brush of his pouty lips against your jaw, wriggling away from his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants, cutting off every passionate kiss with a pull of your teeth despite the damp spot that grows on your cotton panties. katsuki paid no mind to it at the beginning of your relationship; chalking it up to jitters and shyness.

but it gets to when you’re both in his bed together and it’s currently the furthest base you both have gotten to in regards to sexual endeavours. katsuki’s tongue delves deeper into your mouth and he uses an arm to wrap a leg around his waist. it’s only then when the gravity of the situation hits you. you panic and katsuki can feel you stiffening up.

katsuki pulls apart from the kiss and the hurt of the constant rejections is apparent through the furrow of his gold blond brows and the slight, dejected frown stretched across his lips.

“i get it,” katsuki huffs, breaking apart from your hold to get up and leave.

you panic again, and this time your heart sinks at the thought of katsuki leaving because of your constant shot downs and you sit up to pull him back down but the man is fast and he’s practically hulk so you decide on running in front of him to stop him.

you know you should’ve explained this to him before to prevent all of this stupid confusion but it’s embarrassing; the idea that you’ve never gotten off through sex even though you’re the furthest thing from a virgin. and even if you told him this half baked story, what would change? would he be any different from the others?

looking up at the red irises that bore into you so deeply and expectantly, you sigh. you finally tell him why you’ve been so avoidant to his advances with an indignant, worried wave of your hands, “it’s not you, it’s me”, and ,“i’ve never orgasmed through penetrative stimulation.”

katsuki raises a brow and you have to cover your face to hide the blooming pink spreading across your face when you tell him that “sex has just never been enjoyable for me… ‘m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

much to your surprise, you feel two hands pull at your waist before pulling your hands down off your face and the blond above you is smirking, so deliciously that your thighs subconsciously rub against it each other to prevent the ache that’s growing between them.

it’s also how you found yourself sat opposite his bedroom mirror, leaning against his bed with spread legs and with your back pressed against katsuki’s bare chest and your hands resting on his muscled forearms. all of your clothes are somewhere strewn across his bedroom - honestly, you can’t even care to remember, with the way your boyfriend has two fingers angled and dipped inside your dripping cunt.

it’s so noisy and so wet, and you should be flustered by it but with every squelch of his fingers dragging along the walls of your pussy, he brushes against that soft, cakey spot inside you and you’re already spasming. is this the third? the fourth? you don’t know how many times you’ve creamed all over his thick fingers and you can’t bring yourself to even look at the mess you’re definitely making.

but you can hear, no, feel how turned on katsuki is behind you. to think he’s the first man to ever make you feel this good, to make you orgasm so many times that you’re delirious with pleasure? he was going to ruin you so that whenever you were out and about without him, you’d think of him pressing his thumb languidly against your clit while he added another finger to stretch you out, to barrage an attack against the gooey spot inside your cunt until you couldn’t take it anymore.

katsuki drags his thumb off your clit to pinch at your nipple and to grab softly at your jaw so that you could see what he was doing to you in the mirror. the constant ministrations already have you hurtling towards another climax, if the erratic movements and heady gush of your cunt had anything to tell him.

“jus’ like that, princess,” he coos, “how about one more f’me? then i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

your bleary, wet eyes blink up at him and you weakly nod, as if you’re in a trance and katsuki chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before moving his fingers again.

he really was going to be the death of you.

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…-18+ content ; thigh riding + k. bkg

Think in’ bout Katsuki making you ride his thigh while in uniform. He takes some of his tactical gear off, leaving him in the bare bones of his winter hero costume. Your hands braced against his chest, thighs shaking while desperately rutting against it. He grips your hips and digs thick, gloved thumbs down into them.

His cock chubs up in his pants and you rub your free hand against it, squeezing and palming just to hear him moan. He guides you and keeps pressing you down harder into his thigh. Sweat makes some of the dirt on his forehead smear and the eyeliner on his eyes smudges and fades. You can smell the ash and rubble beneath thick layers of caramel.

“Ride it— make yourself feel good baby.” He’d whisper breathlessly, deep and honeyed voice rough from yelling all day.

Yeah!! Just thinkin.

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e n e m i e s t o l o v e r s t r o p e - p r o m p t l i s t

these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :)

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

"As if you would ever cross my fucking mind."

"fuck you" "when"

“He so likes her.”

“I don’t mind wasting time on you.”

“I feel the opposite of hate…towards you.”

“I feel things…”

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"

“I might need more.”

“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”

“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”

"shut up and kiss me"

"such a pretty liar mhmm"

“Took you long enough.”

“We might have been wrong.”

"what did you do"

“What the fuck is your problem?

"where the hell is he?"

"you want me?" "you know i do"

"stop crying"

"stop acting as if you're royalty, join reality."

"this is so wrong-"

-ˏˋ. scenarios ˊˎ-

both of them are in forced proximity because of a crowd rush

internal conflict of being enemies with benefits

fake dating to get someone of their back

enemies but they are shivering and the other offers their hoodie

they make fun of eachother just to keep their attention

they have to work together and they hit a realization on how its not too bad

injured and goes to them to fix up their wounds as they have no where else to go

cant stand that they're ignoring them

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Romance Masterpost

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How to write romance

Love Language - Showing, not telling love

Love Language - Showing you care

Honeymoon

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Forbidden Romance (+ prompts)

Reasons for a break-up while still loving each other

How to write a wedding

How to create quick chemistry

How to write a love-hate relationship

How to write enemies to lovers (+ prompts)

How to write lovers to enemies to lovers

Arranged matrimony for royalty (+ prompts)

Date gone wrong

Academic rivals to lovers

Romantic Fall Date Ideas

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APHRODISIAC! (Bakugou x Reader)

masterlist 

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Katsuki gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. You decide to check in on him. What could go wrong?

Chapter Content Warnings:  fem!reader, dubcon, smut, porn with little to no plot, aphrodisiac quirks, quirkless reader, prohero!katsuki, rough sex, borderline free use, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), masturbation, edging (kinda), manhandling, katsuki is dominant but also not idk he's desperate, possessiveness, overstimulation, size kink, scent kink, some light aftercare! woo hoo!, friends to lovers sort of

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: yeah ik this isn't what i typically write but idk where this came from. i had a thought and it spiraled bad and now i have this. there is no deeper message. there is no meaning. i wrote this to make him FUCK and be kinda weird and desperate and pathetic about it. i needed to see him physically overpower us while also so desperate that it makes him look stupid. i feel violent. this bad boy is not going on ao3 lol. anyway, enjoy, heed the warnings.

Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps. 

Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless. 

He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so. 

Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist. 

He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder. 

He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive. 

"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in." 

He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. You’re exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away. 

"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on." 

You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude. 

Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss. 

The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly. 

"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now. 

Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that. 

He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving. 

"What?" he says, looking you up and down. 

Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking. 

"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-" 

Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on? 

"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white. 

"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense. 

"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?" 

You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not fucking around," he says. 

"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know." 

You trail off a little. 

"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food." 

"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for. 

"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.

Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again. 

"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder. 

Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself. 

He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you. 

"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist. 

You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal. 

Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer. 

Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up. 

Katsuki’s eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier. 

He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that you’re seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks you’re probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesn’t have the mind to care about what sort of behavior he’s exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he weren’t so fucking desperate for a little relief, he’d tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him. 

The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair. 

His cock jumps in his pants and he’s no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like he’s going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again. 

Katsuki’s mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whines— high-pitched, desperate sound—as you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. It’s a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk he’s been hit with take the lead.

His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties you’re wearing. Katsuki’s desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy. 

He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. It’s like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire. 

The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch. 

You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked I’m sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him. 

Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. There’s relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like he’s chasing something that he was desperately and it’s just out of his reach. 

You’re breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. You’re at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused. 

“What are you waiting for?” You breathe out, the first thing you’ve said since he started touching you. 

The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy. 

There’s a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on. 

“Use me,” you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt. 

Katsuki’s hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.

“Say that again.” 

“Use me, Katsuki,” you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you. 

You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until it’s just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter. 

He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. You’re looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where he’s hitting through choked moans. 

Katsuki’s hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that he’s practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them. 

He’s aware of just how rough he’s being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he can’t stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs. 

You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out. 

His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy. 

Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders. 

“Ka-” you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. “Wait, Katsuki, wait! I’m gonna-” 

You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Do it,” he seethes, “just fuckin’ do it.” 

The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side. 

Katsuki’s voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. He’s already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely? 

Katsuki’s hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours. 

“You know what?” He says, not really sure what’s going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he can’t think straight. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so- long-” 

He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he can’t seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge. 

“Those fuckin’ pencil skirts,” he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. “The way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like you’re beggin’ for it.” 

Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow. 

“And then you show up here,” he groans, not even sure of what he’s really saying. “Blouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. I’m gonna fuck your lights out. ‘Till you can’t even think about fuckin’ anyone else.” 

He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours. 

“This is g’nna make you mine, right?” 

You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you. 

Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep he’s hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsuki’s hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better. 

His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesn’t even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust. 

You try to choke out the word “again” and he feels like he knows what’s coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time. 

This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line. 

The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. You’re moaning, though maybe it’s more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way. 

Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give. 

His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes. 

Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression. 

You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you. 

You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like he’s assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top. 

He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You don’t really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess he’s made. 

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m sorry, this isn’t how-” 

“How you wanted this to go?” You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up. 

Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest. 

“No, it’s not,” he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you. 

You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed. 

“You’ve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?” You tease lightly.

“I got hit with some asshole’s fuckin’ quirk and-” he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door. 

“It was good though,” you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.

Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because he’s upset, but because he’s currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward. 

“You’re into that shit?” He says, a bit incredulously. 

You shrug and give him a coy smile. 

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AS I CAN || EIJIROU KIRISHIMA

Kirishima Eijirou x Female Reader; The reader is Kirishima’s ex-wife.

Summary: Kirishima has to remind the mother of his children one thing: she may not be his wife anymore, but no one can fuck her as he can.

Genre: Smut

Written in second-person point of view.

Warnings: Lowkey DILF!Kiri (my fucking brain is screaming), sadistic!Kiri, technically non-con but the reader wants it, biting, titty-sucking, mentions of blood, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, unrealistic cervix-fucking (but Kiri’s huge so), breeding kink, breeding, tummy bulge, cum inflation, cum-stuffing, slight daddy kink, mentions of sex while pregnant, dirty talk, pet names, and mild language

A/N: Bare with me PLEASE bc this is my first time writing in a while 😭 any and all typos are mine!

Word Count: 2.9k+

Co-parenting was as difficult as one could imagine it to be. Spending holidays at two different homes did nothing but glorify the hardships that came along with co-parenting.

Eijirou Kirishima. Your husband, now ex-husband, of eight years, was nothing but a saint. Everyone had their flaws but jeez…this man was outright perfect. Sometimes you questioned how things couldn’t work out. Well…you knew exactly why things didn’t work out but you and Eijirou parting ways was best for either of you and the kids.

After baby number four, it was hard to keep in touch with Eijirou. He was often sent away for missions and though he tried so hard to be there, the agency needed him. Being Red Riot, he was obviously well known. He was one of the greatest heroes of all time. So, when you insisted on having Eijirou take off a couple of days, you knew this wasn’t what he wanted.

He loved you, your kids, with all of his heart. He, quite frankly, did still love you. But things were different now and he had to come to terms with it. Those few days spent entirely at home, Eijirou went crazy. His body ached to be out in the field, thus your partition. You no longer wanted to hold him back.

Almost thirty now, you and Eijirou had fallen into a routine. You had the kids Sunday night through Wednesday, Eijirou Thursday to Sunday afternoon. Your little ones would sometimes beg to see Kirishima throughout the week. It was hard to say no but there was no way to tell if he were on a mission or not.

“Daddy’s probably busy but I’ll give him a call, alright?”

And so you’d sit there, phone humming in hand as you await Red Riot to make an appearance on the screen.

“Hey, hot stuff!”

Albeit looking so damn delicious, he sounded so cheery and animated.

“Daddy!”

“If it isn’t my favorite little monsters,” he'd chuckled.

He’d simply stare contently at his screen - you and your four creations. He noticed the slightest changes, whether it be in you or the kids and it warmed your heart.

“Are you busy, daddy?”

“If you consider talking to my favorite people on the phone as busy, then yes,” he grinned.

His shark-like teeth would glint under the sun rays. He didn’t seem to age whatsoever.

“Can we see him, please!?”

“Mommy, please!”

“Please, please, please!”

“Alright, alright! Kiri, can I bring them over?”

“Of course, muffin.”

The way he smoothly slid sweet pet names into his statements made your stomach flutter as if you were meeting him for the first time all over again.

Eijirou was undeniably a great dad and a great partner, which is exactly why he offers a shoulder to cry on when one of your stupid dates do you dirty. He missed having you around but he would never force you into anything you didn’t want, unless….

It was a casual Friday night. You had gotten home from work not too long ago, taking occasional sips from your whiskey glass as you prepared yourself to make dinner. Your back ached, your feet were sore. All you wanted to do was kick it back, watch a few rom-coms and take a nice long bath right after. However, Eijirou seemed to have other plans.

When Kirishima’s name was splayed across your screen, you shrugged it off. It wasn’t uncommon that he called you when he had the kids. The franticness in his voice when you picked up drew you straight to your feet.

“Y/N, I need you here A.S.A.P!”

“Wai- Eij, what’s wrong?”

“It’s the kids! I’ll tell you when you get here! Please, just- fuck, just get here fast!”

Eijirou wasn’t one to curse around the kids. He’d playfully scold you if were to swear around them. On top of that, the sheer corruption carried out in the background screamed urgency.

You were quick to get into the car, booking it on the highway to Eijirou’s house. All twists and turns just seemed straight as you ventured off to see what was going on with your “kids.” The door flew open within seconds upon your arrival. To your surprise, there was utter silence.

“Kiri, where the hell are the kids?”

You looked around, head bobbing in hope of seeing your kids.

“Right here, mommy!”

They were all packed, ready to go somewhere.

“W-what happened?”

“Daddy thought it would be funny if we scared you,” your third chirped.

“Are you serious?”

You turned to Eijirou who only grinned smugly.

“Where the hell are they even going? Eijirou, I swear-”

“They’re going to my mom’s. She wanted to spend the night with them.”

“She couldn’t come here?”

“Oh, she wanted to spend the night here but I wanted the house for us.”

Us?

Before you could question him any further, the kids’ grandmother pulled into the driveway, waving at you and Kirishima from a distance once the kids had said their farewells to you both.

“Eijirou, that wasn’t funny at all. I thought there was something seriously wrong!”

He only watched as you rambled, your hands flying about aimlessly.

Once he’d gotten you back into the house, you continued your rambling. Eijirou only placed a firm hand on your neck to shut you up.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m showing you how much I missed you.”

The dumbfounded look on your face dropped when he hiked you up his torso.

“Eiji?”

That sweet look in his eyes was long gone. He was about to devour you and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Eiji,” your voice was quieted to a whisper.

“Fuck,” he hummed.

“Eijirou, please.”

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. “When your voice is so soft ‘n quiet like that, I just wanna fuck your brains out even more.”

You sat silently in his arms, the brashness of his words going straight to your cunt. What seemed to be a race between you and time soon ended, the never-ending voyage to Kirishima’s room coming to a halt. His bed was decorated as gorgeous as ever, rose petals strewn about the alabaster sheets. He laid you down gently. It was the least he could do for what he would do after was far from delicate.

“You could’ve just called me over,” you spoke carefully.

His muscles bulged through the crisp ivory tee that clung to his skin.

“What’s the fun in that, princess? Getting you all worked up just to help you relax was my plan all along.”

So fucking smug.

“The kids are well and alive, aren’t they, baby?”

The nickname rolled off his tongue with honey. The way he stared down at you was enough to have you on your knees.

His fingers drove you mad. They traveled down your legs, squeezing at the plush of your calves, your thighs. He stopped once he reached the end of your skirt, not breaking eye contact with you once. Your feet were directly planted on his pecs, giving him a slight peak as to what resided beneath your skirt.

The grey hoodie that hid your curves drew a smile to his face. This exact hoodie was the hoodie you’d held onto as you went into labor with your first little Red Riot. He worked to remove the article of clothing, his heart skipping a beat when he caught a glimpse of the custom red jersey sitting on your body.

Written in bold was ‘Red Riot’, the pepper red working wonders for your skin. He knew all too familiar with what sat on the back, for he was the one who’d gifted you the jersey the night of your proposal. Far too many times had he fucked you in that jersey but he didn’t care. It was just a subtle reminder that you were his.

“Did you wear this for me angel?”

“I wear it whenever I’m thinking of you.”

The honesty of the statement did so many things to him.

Once he’d been dragged from his awestricken state, he removed your skirt, tossing it aside in seconds.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous,” he hummed, peppering kisses down your legs.

The duo of red on your body reminded you both: you still belong to him. His eyes only roamed the silhouette of your body. He was aching to see you naked, sprawled out for him like the old times.

“I wanna fuck you in this jersey, but it’s been far too long, angel.”

Despite all of his hero work, his fingers were soft as they tugged the crimson cloth off of your figure. His lips were soon glossy, strawberry tongue darting out to glaze his lips in some of its salivae.

He made quick work of your bra, watching in awe as your breasts spilled from the constricting fabric. His hands were keen as to grabbing your breasts, tugging and groping at the mounds. His thumbs tugged at your nipples, ego rising as his name tumbled from your lips.

“Eijirou, please,” you gasped, his mouth suckling on your supple flesh.

His teeth pierced your skin, ravaging your chest. His nimble fingers tore the cloth of your panties, gathering your arousal at the tips of his fingers. Your back arched as your legs were hiked up his torso.

He teased your cunt, prodding at your entrance as you squirmed below him. His fingers eased into you, stretching you as he would long ago. He wouldn’t want to wreck his pretty princess after so long. After all, he wanted you even after tonight. Tonight was just a warm-up.

“God, I missed this pussy so much,” he groaned.

You blubbered out for him, walls clenching around his fingers as you caught sight of the claret smeared on his lips. He hadn’t even kissed you yet and your head was woozy!

After four kids, it still shocked Eijirou - “Still as tight as a fuckin’ virgin, eh?”

All you could do was nod as his fingers picked up their pace. His thumb circled your clit, eyes peering far into your soul.

“What if the kids saw you like this? It’d be a real shame, huh?”

Your chest was covered in blood, your legs locking around Kirishima.

“Seeing their mommy like this. They’d think I’m a monster,” he mindlessly whispered.

Your walls fluttered around his digits, an orgasm impending as his thumb worked to flick your nub.

“As much as I’d love to stare at you, I’m dying to get a taste.”

With that, his head disappeared between your thighs. All that was prominent were the spikes of his maroon tresses. In seconds, his tongue delved in, skillfully tracing patterns on your cunt.

“Just as good as I remembered.”

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers scissoring in and out of you.

“Eiji, fuck m-e. God, fuck me, please!”

He merely chuckled against your sex, making you writhe at the vibrations.

“You asked so politely, angel. Who am I to deny you of your needs?”

The moment Kirishima’s bottoms hit the ground, you realize, after all, he’s hung. After years of fucking him, having sex felt so normal. No one was as big as Kiri and to say he was huge was just an understatement. Kiri was only thirty. He had a great physique. He was absolutely breathtaking. It was only safe to assume that women threw themselves at him.

Your eyes were trained on his dick for a good few, mouth hanging ajar ever so slightly.

“Enjoying the view?” he grinned, chuckling when you hummed.

His hands were at your knees in seconds, prodding them apart. God, Kiri was so big. Your legs were spread far beyond what you’d thought you were capable of. He barely slotted himself between your thighs once more, hoisting your legs to cave around his torso.

“You were made for takin’ my cock, baby. You got this.”

You bit your lip, bracing yourself for what was to come - no pun intended.

His hands held you as if you were a pebble, so small and puny in contrast to him. You were impaled on his cock in seconds. Just the tip had you feeling as full as ever.

“Fuckin’ squeezin’ me, relax,” he hissed, head tossing back as he pushed his hips forward even more.

His thumb worked quick figure ‘8’s along your clit, hoping you’d make it easier for him to just slip on in. Once your body had calmed down enough, he barely bottomed out, groaning when you clenched around him.

“Gotta move, baby. You’re making it harder for me when you do that.”

He spoke to you with so much sweetness. Despite your current position, you were what Kirishima wanted at the end of the day.

Though you were still clamped around him, he drew back, his hips slamming right back into yours. Your moans were to be heard by the neighbors. He’d barely started and you were a mess.

“Hurts s’ fuckin’ much, Eij.”

“Take it, baby, c’mon.”

His hips rocked at a steady pace. Your tits bounced with each thrust of his cock, flashes of red taking up his peripherals. He couldn’t help himself, biting each breast a few more times till blood sat upon his lips.

“Kiri, kiss me…please.”

Your lips were aching to feel his. You only wanted to suckle on them, taste yourself - your blood and your arousal. Eijirou wasted no time, lips attacking yours as if he’d never do so again. His tongue slid into your mouth, basking in an exchange of saliva. You moaned into his mouth, the sweet mix of his cock hitting that soft spongey spot inside of you and your taste sending you into a frenzy.

He pulled away momentarily, uttering a cocky “found it” before his tongue explored familiar territory once more.

Your nails scratched at his skin, tugging at his tee so you could engrave your claws into his skin.

“Off.”

It was hardly coherent but Eiji obliged nevertheless. He picked up his pace, hips rocking into you with a tinge of increasing roughness. He now sat shirtless before you, muscles glistening as he fucked you dumb.

“No one can fuck you as I can, right princess?”

“N-no can fuck me like this, Eij!”

“That’s not my name, princess.”

His cock slid out of you agonizingly slow, resting at your entrance as your fingers scrambled for him. His palm rested on your lower abdomen, his hips circling before slipping all the way into you. He chuckled as he literally felt himself in your stomach. It was impossible to think straight, considering his cock-head grazed your cervix ever so roughly.

“Whose pussy is this? Huh, baby? ‘M I fuckin’ you that good that you can’t speak?”

“Fuck, it’s yours, daddy! All yours,” you blubbered out, nails digging into the skin of his forearms are he towered over you.

The sensation was too much. It’d been months, quite possibly a year, since you’d had sex with Kirishima. It wasn’t something your body could get used to overnight.

He was fucking filthy. You knew this, but after not being with him for so long, it was a literal punch to the gut.

“How ‘bout I give you another baby? You looked so fuckin’ sexy carrying my kids, I bet you’d want another.”

You whimpered at that, legs nearly giving out around him.

God, how you missed carrying his kids. The ache in your back called for a number of massages from none other than your husband. The plumpness of your breasts drove him absolutely crazy, just full of milk for your little one. How desperate he was to get a taste. He always got what he wanted, thus latching his mouth to your tit, relieving you of your pain.

You’d barely bend over to grab something, your stomach getting in the way. He’d only laugh as you melted into his body, taking more and more of his cock as if you weren’t already carrying his child. When you were on top of him, he went manic. Your enlarged tits in his face, your legs working to stay balanced as you rode him - only to repeat the process two months after baby Kirishima was born.

His thumb worked to bring you to your climax, uttering soft praises as if it would help.

“M’ gonna cum,” you murmured, your eyes falling shut whilst your head lolled back.

“Look at me when you cum, angel,” he ordered, pinching your clit.

Your body jolted, eyes struggling to stay open as he fucked the lights out of you. The coil in your stomach came undone, your release gushing around his cock and his fingers. With the new lube, Eijirou easily used you as his cock-sleeve, fucking himself further into your cervix. Your nails left welts in his back as he hoisted you into his lap, determined to cum inside of you.

“‘M gonna fill you up, princess…make you a mommy all over again.”

With the pressure of your walls along his cock, he groaned through his climax, panting as you wept in his ear. He placed you gently onto the duvet below, pulling out with caution. You were full of his cum, legs twitching as the aftershocks evaded your body. Your cunt clenched around nothing, attempting to trap whatever wanted to leave.

“You that eager for my cum, baby?”

His fingers filled you up once more, stuffing you to the brim.

“I missed seeing you like this. All fucked out, but so eager for more of me.”

He just couldn’t get enough of you, slipping his cock right back into your little hole.

“That’s right, baby. No one can fuck you as I can.”

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fuckboy kirishima and some asshole getting a lil tipsy and having a push up contest and with a wolfish grin he says:

“i’ll do more than you with your girl on my back.”

“dude-“

“i get it bro. you don’t want to be embarrassed in front of someone as pretty as her.”

and nothing is as competitive as a bunch of drunk men so here you were squatting over kiri’s broad back, ears burning. he gives a firm tap to your calf and you’re yelping.

“sit all the way down, princess. i can take it.”

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Kirishima drabble... he is an NFL player who just happens to land the front cover of a magazine, and Bakugo just can't help but drool over him secretly.

Slight NSFW 🔞 with Kirishima NSFW visual!!!

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"Have you seen that new Modern Magazine?" Mina asked Denki, who sat across the table in the local bar.

"I haven't..." Denki trailed. "I have a feeling you're going to show me." His arm was around the wild violet haired man who couldn't seem less interested in Mina's abrupt change in conversation.

Mina grinned wickedly while pulling the magazine from her bottomless purse. Getting caught in the rolled up pages, a rouge chapstick fell across the table at the sudden slap. The chapstick rolled across the tabletop, finding the arm of the drunken blonde. His normal aggressive anger was subdued by the alcohol in his veins. His eyebrow lifted and grabbed the chapstick, inspecting it. "The fuck are you throwing shit for pinky?"

The music in the bar flowed. Some stupid heart broken melody played from the jukebox. His eyes lifted as her voice annoyingly announced the reason for the disturbance in his people watching. "What do you think?" She tapped the latest cover of Modern. The music softened around bakugou... even drunk, he kept his scowl. It was a perfect pokerface, while his mind played scenarios of those gray boxers hitting the floor.

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I love this so freaking much!!!!

something i havent seen you do is Bakugou with an equally famous or successful reader, like she's still quirkless but maybe an idol of sorts? i think it could be interesting

BNHA ! HEADCANONS + IMAGINE

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: yandere, some slight nsfw, obsession, coercion, abuse of power

PROFESSIONAL

Your face is on the poster plastered right next to his, only you look like his stark opposite.

Flowers instead of explosions frames you and your dewy skin. Glittering with the spritz of perfume you’re commercializing instead of the droplets of sweat and grease he’s smeared with.

A catlike grin plays deceptively soft in the corner of your glossy lips, whereas his bear a crazed maniacal demonstration of canines like a rabid mongrel.

And your eyes, painted with a seductive blend of smokey colors similar to the smudge of his war paint, though refined to make you look oh-so-lush and divine, like a queen, and he, only a lowly sooty footsoldier in comparison.

He buys magazines you’re featuring in and reads them before bed.

Ending up with a hand bobbing beneath the cover.

Feeling lucky like none when the poster within is a large A3 foldout of you in something rather risqué. 

He reads your interviews from cover to cover or watches them on TV.

His heart pounding when the segment of your nameless childhood bully is brought up. Happy to see you haven't forgotten him.

He was a complete desperate mess when you did that extremely private lingerie commercial that had you showing off nearly all assets on a set of pillows and plushies.

Losing his mind looking through the mesh and chiffon right to where your nipples teased him with their perky strut. 

Not to mention your face and your expressions… 

You really know how to play to the camera. So much so it makes him jealous of the photographer. 

He’d like to be the one to tell you to pose and give him a pout. Pretending he is when slowly peeling each page over to view the following image. Throat tight and dry and palms sweaty, watching you crawl and give a rather intimidatingly large teddy bear a kiss on the cheek.

You’ve definitely become something different from your shared days in middle school.

Something confident and alluring.

Something he wants to play with in a wide new variety of ways than before.

It’s good that your industry often intertwines with his.

He knows exactly which model to request when his agency wants to shoot a new campaign poster starring Dynamight saving a Damsel in Distress.

No one but you fit the role so picture-perfectly, being both a beautiful idol and a quirkless citizen.

You’ve learned to refrain from asking your handler any questions, just doing what the strict woman tells you, be it what jobs to take, how to dress, or what to eat. It’s better that way. She’s a professional, and you owe your entire career to her wisdom. But once you get to the photo shoot and start recognizing the props of a certain hero decorating the stage, you get queasy with unease upon understanding exactly which pro hero you’re going to be shooting with. 

Swallowing thickly, you bar yourself in your dressing room for a minute. Your handler already shouting at your ear enough to make you wince with tears at the ready as you try to explain the sticky situation to her. Naturally, your cries fall upon deaf ears, and soon enough, you’re convinced you’re being silly. This is a huge opportunity, after all. Dynamight is on par with Deku, having shared the title of the number one hero ever since they graduated. It would be career suicide to decline a collab with him, especially now that you’re already under contract with his agency.

You splash your face with cold water to calm the swelling left by your tears and get dressed in the silky white summer dress provided to you. It’s a pretty article, you think without being overly happy about it. It’s a thin, nearly see-through, backless model with a rather deep dip reaching down between your breasts. And though it isn’t at all the first time you flaunt your body in a nearly nude state in front of the world, it certainly is the first time you do so in front of the guy who used to pick your appearance apart until you cried. You only hope he doesn’t recognize you and that the shoot will be over before he eventually can.

You’re glad your handler does what her job suggests and handles all handshakes and greetings on your behalf. But though all the formalities of the work fall upon her shoulders, the part of the actual modeling is something only you can do.

You’re able to remain professional for the most part, barely ever glancing in his direction, though picking up on his mass from the corner of your eye and through the veil of fake lashes where you keep your eyes glued to the floor as the photographer gives instructions for the new pose. But then comes the direction you were dreading, the one which has the two of you touching. And even though you knew it was inevitable, you still flinch when he puts his hands on you.

And though the assistants, handlers, managers, and photographers are all oblivious to your discomfort, he notices, smiling at your tiny shivers and how well you hide them.

He’s so much bigger than you remember, you think while you try steadying your breath and convincing yourself that it isn’t any different from all those other times you’ve gone out of your comfort zone for the sake of a good deal. The shoot you did for Playboy Magazine had practically been a porno, and that time you’d been surrounded by a great deal of big beefy men, much similar to the one touching you now. 

Still tough... you had a laugh that time around. You had fun.

This wasn’t fun.

“Funny this.” He spoke, and you feared he was speaking to none other than you.

Holding you in a scoop of a bridal carry, you felt the harsh metal of his costume dig into your skin, not more than the grip of his hands clawing at your flesh like a predator sinking its teeth into caught prey. The grime on his fingers dirtying the white of your dress.

“Or… ironic is a better word for it.” He adds, and you finally look up into that face that still sometimes haunts you in your dreams despite having been out of your life for years. “Oh- don’t say you don’t remember me, Quirkless?”

After the shoot, the photographer praises you on your ability to portray true distress, unbeknownst that the sentiments in your expressions were genuine, and you almost trip over the stage props while thanking him, wanting to leave the set as quickly as possible in favor of going home.

But obviously, shooting a campaign poster isn’t why you’re there.

“Have dinner with me.” He says, with his hand, seemingly made to break bones, wrapped tight around your twiggy wrist. Stopping you from running away.

And just as expected, your handler accepts before you can make the costly mistake of refusing.

tip-jar: Kofi

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Best bedtime story 🥵😍

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader | Word count: 0.3k

Content warning: exhibitionism, cock warming, unedited

“Stop fuckin’ squirmin,” Katsuki whispers harshly into your ear. Rough hands grab at the fat of your hips, his own buck up into yours when you clench down on him.

The party around you remains rampant, cheers of victory come from the direction of the pool table, the bass of the stereos reverberates throughout the room and you pray no one can hear the whimpers that fall from your lips.

“Kat,” you whine, “please.”

His hands slide beneath your skirt, thick fingers push between your folds, pinching and pulling at your swollen clit.

“Cum for me,” he growls in your ear, “cum for me and I’ll fill you up, right here in front of everyone.”

You hate him, really. Hate the way he plays with you so well, knows what makes you whine and keen for him. Hate how much his words spur you on. Hate how much you want him to fill you up, right here in front of everyone. Hate how a small part of you wants him to spread his legs, spread you out for everyone else to see.

“Dirty girl,” he moans, “you want everyone to know, hah? Want everyone to know this is the only pussy my cum belongs in?”

You cry out at his words, slapping your hand over your mouth to hide your whines as your high washes over you.

“Yeah,” he groans, “just like that.”

Your head falls weakly back onto his shoulder, your back pressed flushed to his front. Your legs shake from the way you’re being forced open, thick cock pressed into the deepest parts of you.

“Say cheese,” Katsuki whispers, “we have a crowd.”

He pretends not to notice the way you clench down on him when Sero sends you a sly wink, and you pretend not to notice the way his cock twitches inside you.

For you, angel <3 @bleedingredridinghood - Bakugou + exhibitionism

[crowentity233]

I love the idea of Aizawa sitting up in the middle of foreplay to tie his hair in a bun because it's time for him to dive in and eat you out.

[crowentity233]

10/10 would recommend 😍😍

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"Tamaki, can we please go get some food now?" You whine, sprawled out on his penthouse floor. The sound of furious typing was the only response you received as your best friend continued to fixate on his computer. Frowning, you roll onto your stomach and glare at the back of his head which was barely peeking over the top of his black gaming chair.

"You said one last round, an hour ago," you try again, speaking louder and more clearly, hoping he'd get the hint.

Clickclickclickclick-

Cursing under your breath, you heave yourself up to stand, stretching as you make your way over to the large windows adorning the side of his apartment. It was getting late, and although you had crashed in on Tamaki unexpectedly, it was because you hadn't seen much of him lately since he's been busy with work. But if means having a view like this...

Tamaki's high-rise apartment sat right in the middle of downtown Tokyo, so you could see everything from up here. The sun had just set, but the neon lights from downtown lit everything back up. Pink and blues swirled in the fog that hung over the city, making it look dystopian.

Which, honestly, didn't seem that far off.

New technologies have been surging tremendously, making it the epitome of the future. The rapid growth was scary to you, but Tamaki thrived on the new advances and had a talent for navigating the cyber world. "Nerd," you mumble fondly, glancing at him again, seeing his profile completely zoned in on whatever he was doing. You've known him since high school, quickly becoming friends with him when you two were partnered up for a biology project and he couldn't even look at the dissection without turning green.

Needless to say, you two became best friends as you survived the class and the rest of high school together. Now both of you were just finishing up college, Tamaki already securing a full-time job at Ↄypher Teↄh, or CT for short, which is the leading company for all the new advances and is responsible for giving him this kickass apartment.

Although, that was just another reminder as to why you couldn't order in food. You tried before, but Tamaki told you it went against Ↄypher Teↄh's policies to have unauthorized visitors to company-issued housing.

"O...kay..." you had spoken slowly, "but I'm authorized?" You didn't remember signing any paperwork or hearing Tamaki getting approval for anything. He just assured you that everything was taken care of and that you're allowed as long as you don't bring along any of your other mutual friends.

"Just scan this at the elevator whenever you come to visit," he had instructed, giving you a blank light blue plastic card with a single barcode on the back, "and do not lose it. I only get one." You had rolled your eyes commenting that he's always so nervous about everything, but after seeing his humorless expression, you were in disbelief that he would think that low of you.

"I'm serious, (Y/n)," Tamaki's eyes softened finally in the midst of your stare-down. "I can't have any fangirls-"

He couldn't finish his sentence, seeing the 'really' look solidifying on your face causing him to laugh. The idea of Tamaki even coming close enough to a girl, let alone gaining fangirls, was a joke in itself. Being paired up together in high school was fate and you love reminding him that he's going to have to interact with other girls at some point besides you. Needless to say, you couldn't hold a straight face afterward, both of you giggling in the middle of his empty apartment.

That was months ago and you still held on tight to the card, scanning it at the elevator for his private floor whenever you entered the building.

His apartment was still somewhat empty, which you didn't understand either because, with a view like this, it should have some furniture to appreciate it with. A single bed in the bedroom and a single couch in the living room with a small ass TV didn't count! The only expensive thing in the apartment would be his computer setup. It felt empty and cold just like the refrigerator in his kitchen.

"I actually think you're only alive because of me," you finally walk over to him, seeing nothing but numbers fly across his screen as you finally realize what he's doing. "You're working, you liar!" Flicking his forehead, you thought this whole time he was playing that RPG Neito got him addicted too.

The flick snapped him out of it, the insistent clicking on the keyboard finally stopping. "What was that for?!" Tamaki whines, rubbing at his forehead as he finally turns to look at you, dark circles on the bags under his eyes like they were designer.

You look down at your wrist, mocking as if you were checking a watch, only to glance back up at him expectantly. He rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to respond but freezes when his stomach grumbles.

"Aha!" Pointing at him triumphantly, you cross your arms over your chest and stand proudly over him.

"You're lucky I was finished anyways," he mumbles, turning back to his screen to type in a few more things before closing out of the tabs.

"What were you working on?" You ask, stepping away as he pushes his chair back to stand up and stretch. Tamaki yawns loudly, as you two make your way over to the door.

"A few reports came in of some bugs in their system, so I had to fix it," he shrugs, pulling on his winter coat and scarf. You pull on your winter coat as well, shaking your head in awe.

"I don't know how you do it, but every time I remember what you do, I'm always impressed." 

Tamaki unlocks the door and holds it open for you, making sure to lock it once you two are in the hallway. "I went to school for this, so I would hope it paid off somehow," he smiles softly but a look of weariness crosses his features.

"What's up?" Bumping into him playfully, you two make your way to the elevator, calling it to his private floor. You didn't doubt that Tamaki's job was taxing, since you hardly understood it yourself, but having to stare at a screen for hours on end and remember numbers and codes seemed stressful.

The elevator doors open to the neon blue interior and as you both step in, you turn to Tamaki seeing the genuine indecisiveness on his face.

"Where are we going to eat?"

~*~*~*~*

All throughout dinner, Tamaki kept checking his phone and you started to feel guilty for pulling him away from work. It got so bad that you finished eating before him as he hardly touched his food.

"Am I going to get you in trouble?" For the nth time this evening, you watch his fingers fly across a keyboard.

"Hm? No," he had replied, locking the screen and making a show of putting it facedown on the table. "You were saying?"

You apologized anyways and could tell he felt guilty for neglecting you too, but once again, you know he's been busy with work. Soon enough, the two of you parted ways, Tamaki promising to make it up to you as he hurried back to his glamorous penthouse suite and you to your not-so-glamorous dorm room.

The semester was winding down, winter break was quickly approaching, and you couldn't wait to spend a full week at Tamaki's. You mentioned the idea to him before and he agreed, also hoping to take a vacation from work.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" A voice calls out to you as you bury your face closer in your scarf hoping it will block out the frigid winter wind. Turning as much as you can, you see Neito jogging up to you, his blonde hair tucked inside a grey beanie, cheeks flushed red from the cold. Pausing your steps, you wait for him to catch up. "Can you do me a favor?"

Groaning, you're about to protest when Neito interrupts you. "Please! It's not a big deal, I swear." He pushes his hands together, pleading with puppy-dog eyes.

In terms of friendship, if Tamaki was your best friend, Neito was the stray dog the two of you adopted along the way.

Who you also love.

Unfortunetly.

"What?" Pretending to be annoyed, you break when Neito starts whooping loudly. "Shut up, idiot! It's late," you laugh lightly, smacking his arm.

Neito cackles and lowers his backpack. "So, Tamaki texted me the other day if I could give him the old laptop he left in our dorm forever ago. I know he got his new job with all the new tech gadgets but c'mon...how do you forget a laptop?" He pulls a thin black laptop and charger out of the bag, handing it to you. "Anyways, I can't give it to him because I'm leaving early for winter break, literally tomorrow, and I haven't had time to give it to him sooner since I've been studying this whole week for the final exams my professors let me take early."

"I saw him earlier and I don't know if I'll see him again until break...he's been busy," you pout, still eyeing the laptop in your hands.

"Awh poor little you," Neito pats your head teasingly making you swat him away, "I mean, he didn't say it was urgent. Also, he's lasted months without it so I think you can wait until you see him again. I tried logging in to see what kind of por-"

"Neito!" You yell, aiming to kick him in the balls, face flushing from disbelief.

"Shut up, idiot! It's late," he mocks you, pitching his voice higher as he dodges your attack.

"I hate you."

"Awh~ I love you too!"

He picks his backpack up, still cackling like the gremlin he is. "Seriously though, it's password protected, but you can't blame me for being curious about what he has on there. In general, I mean." Neito hurries to add, seeing you wind up another kick.

Rolling your eyes, you tuck the laptop and charger under your arm. "Whatever, Neito. I promise to tell him that when I give it to him."

A flash of fear crosses his eyes as he laughs nervously. "Uh...how about we add onto the favor that maybe you don't mention that teeny tinypart?"

Halfway through his begging, you had already walked away, tossing a hand up in goodbye, hearing him call out your name anxiously. Giggling to yourself, you head to your dorm feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket with what were sure to be Neito's pleas.

The warm air that hit you when you opened the door to your building was blissful and you all but rushed to your room, hurriedly pulling your keys out which got caught on your wallet, causing it to fall on the floor. Huffing in annoyance, you bend down and pick it up, seeing that Tamaki's keycard almost slid out, causing your heart to skip a beat.

Careful, (Y/n), you remind yourself gently. Gripping the card tightly, you unlock the door to your room. Tossing Tamaki's laptop on your bed, along with the card and wallet, you take your coat off and get ready for the night.

~*~*~*~*

It was late by the time you finally got in bed.

Still concerned about Tamaki, mixed with the faint reminder you almost lost something of his when you promised him you wouldn't, made you cringe. Now, you were in possession of two of his things. The laptop is still on your bed with the blue keycard on top of it, mocking you.

I should definitely put that card back in my wallet...

Groaning, you roll back out of bed and grab the keycard, jumping when the laptop makes a soft beeping sound.

You freeze, not knowing what just happened, and stare at the laptop for a while before slowly sitting back down on your bed to open it.

The screen flashes on, showing a blank profile picture with a keypad underneath for a password, but the 9-digit spaces were filled in with masking dots. Remembering Neito's confession from earlier, you roll your eyes, about to close the laptop when the account suddenly unlocks.

Your jaw drops in shock, seeing the blankest background ever to load. "He never decorates anything," your lip curls up in annoyance thinking this was about to be a revolutionary discovery but the pale blue wallpaper was so sad it was almost funny. A sudden pop-up came from the bottom right corner of your screen.

^*bypass successful

Confusion wasn't a strong enough word to describe what you were feeling right now. This was starting to feel intrusive and you didn't mean to unlock it so how did it-

Your eyes slowly move from the screen to the card still in your hand as another pop-up appears.

^*enable encryption? 

Tossing the card on the other end of your bed, far away from the laptop, you scramble and click 'deny,' hoping to stop whatever is happening.

Thankfully, the pop-ups disappear and you're left staring at the wallpaper again, a single purple icon in the top right corner of the screen. It was then you realize just how fast your heart is beating and how loud it seems to be in your room.

Taking a deep breath you try to convince yourself you're doing this because you're concerned about Tamaki and how much he's been working and this was for him!

Clicking on the icon, you wait anxiously, your heart thudding in your ears as the page loads...

To a regular browser.

Your shoulders deflate and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Ha! I was worried about nothing!"

To calm your racing heart, you reach for the card you tossed earlier and actually put it back in your wallet, making sure it's secure. Crawling back in bed, you drag the laptop with you, hoping to watch something to fall asleep too.

"If only he had some movies on here," you say to yourself, choosing the next best option.

YouTube.

Typing it in the search bar, it loads and you go browse the recommended page.

'PRANKING ANGRY ROOMMATE GONE WRONG (!!!NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) IT BACKFIRED ON US?!?! COLLAB W/ ROCKSOLID' by LightningMcKami

Ehhhh...seems like it would be too loud.

'my everyday makeup routineeeee :) *!!!GIVEAWAY!!!*' by VivaLaMina

A possible maybe.

'How a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven changed my life: STORYTIME' by bvrnt.eros

"...Huh...wrong crossover. Next."

'InsomniacGamer calmly talking about his cat in the middle of absolute CHAOS: A 10 min compilation' by fantasydaydreamers

A familiar purple-haired boy in the thumbnail caught your attention. You've heard of him before, but never got the chance to watch him. A clip from his stream went viral on social media a while ago, gaining traction because of his unique hypnotizing voice and famous high-tech face mask.

The only visible feature on his face was his eyes, which sparked interest in his full appearance. He's mostly known for his late-night streams which rings true with his username and-

2:49 a.m.

Might as well.

You click on the video and it jumps right in, showing InsomniacGamer playing Northbury Grove, the villain chasing after him with the intense background noises blaring. His eyes were calm but confused as he expertly navigated his way around the map.

"Well," a dramatic pause as the protruding speakers on his mask lit up neon purple with his words. His character gets caught and he looks to the side at what you assume was the chat, "Silas acts the same way towards me when his ears engage in airplane mode so, of course, I wasn't scared." A long pause as the video zooms into his narrowing eyes giving you the impression he was smirking. "I'm used to dealing with feisty kitties, isn't that right chat?" He finally says in a mock-condescending tone, his smooth deep voice vibrating your speakers.

Your mouth parts slightly at his comment while still trying to process the voice you just heard. It wasn't like anything you've heard before and it sounded a lot different from what you remembered in the viral clip. Though it had been a while, you don't recall it sounding so smooth and deep.

The video cuts to a black screen and you read the white text that pops up. 'This is just a 10-minute compilation of InsomniacGamer talking about his cat, Silas! All clips are taken from his stream which I have linked in the description! Sub to him! Enjoyyyy~!'

It cuts to the next clip which shows him playing The Walking Dead as he watches a zombie tear into a corpse with an eyebrow raised. "God...this is Silas every day when I feed him. Kittens, why does he act like he doesn't eat? Ever?" Glancing at the facecam, you see him look genuinely concerned.

Kittens?

The next clip shows him playing Minecraft, the only sound being the nostalgic background music. You watch the pixelated cat with a "Silas" nametag scare away a creeper. He watches silently before giving the camera a deadpan look.

"IRL Silas would never. He would've watched me explode and come up to my dead remains, meowing, demanding dinner."

It cuts once more to him silently building a TNT wall around himself, before using a flint and steel to light it. You glance at the facecam seeing him hold a gray cat up to the screen. "See? I did what you wanted." 

'You Died' came up on the screen and the person who made the video purposely zoomed in on the cat's face, so you could watch Silas blink lazily in response before it cut to the next clip.

You found yourself smiling, feeling more at ease than you were 3 minutes ago. Humming, you check the description of the video and click the link to his stream. It pauses the video and opens a new tab on the laptop and you see that he's live now. However, he wasn't playing a game, but his facecam filled the screen and the category was 'Chit-Chat.'

Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance.

The small facecam of him in the video was nothing compared to seeing how he really looked taking up the whole screen. His wild and messy purple hair barely revealed the matching purple headphones with neon cat ears you didn't notice before. His eyes were lidded and droopy; the dark circles underneath making them stand out more and the back of his head is illuminated by the soft purple hue of LED lights along his wall in the background.

From what you can see, the addition of the face mask enhanced the mystery and only made you intrigued like everyone else.

He was scanning through the chat, eyes crinkled in the corners.

For a late-night stream, there were a lot of viewers which was surprising, but also comforting that you weren't the only one struggling to fall asleep at this hour. You go to type something in chat only to realize you need to have an account on the website. Sighing, you look for the login at the top of the page which refreshes the website again, prompting you to make an account.

A static background loads, leaving you to stare at the blanks you need to fill out.

*~Create a username~*

After all the stressing your brain did earlier, now it couldn't think of anything. That was almost enough to make you stressed again, but you just type in your name, hoping something comes to mind.

*~This username is already taken~*

It was to be expected. Backspacing, you try a few other half-assed ideas before a pop-up appears.

*~View suggested usernames~*

You click on view, expecting to see options, but only a singular username appears in the previous blank space.

err0r_404

You try clicking on it again to see if there were other options, but it was locked.

^*encryption failure

^*signal lost

Seeing the notifications start to pop up again made you nervous. You try to go back but the only thing you were allowed to do was finish typing in a password. Hurrying to put something in, you click to complete your account. The screen freezes for a second, flashing white, before logging in as the page refreshes once more, making another pop-up appear.

'Welcome to Glitch'

Before you could exit out of the pop-up, it blinks away, leaving you to stare at the home screen. A smaller pop-up comes down from the top under your blank profile picture.

'Since this is your first time here, we're giving you 1,000 pixels for free so you can show support to your favorite streamer!'

This pop-up allows you to click it away and you smile slightly in awe watching it fizzle out, fitting the website's theme, as another one pops up.

'Don't know what pixels are? Not to worry! Pixels are a way to show support to your favorite streamers. It's Glitch's form of currency that is given to the streamer as a donation! If you need help converting how many you want to purchase, check the help page! Some streamers have other payment methods set up, so be sure to check out what they take and show your support!'

You click that one away when you finish reading.

'If you have any more questions, contact our support team! Once again, welcome to Glitch!'

The last message turns static-y before fizzling out. "Huh...this high-tech stuff is pretty cool. Tamaki might be onto something," you purse your lips in acceptance. Humming, you click around the website for a while, seeing what other streamers are live and the most popular categories. You had almost forgotten about Insomniac, so you type in his username in Glitch's search bar and click on his livestream again.

His facecam loads back onto your screen as he finishes what he is saying.

"-should go to sleep."

Damn, even he's going to bed now. Feeling somewhat disappointed, your eyes trail over the chat and down to the follow button to click on it, hoping to catch another one of his streams soon since you just made this account.

The sound of a cat meowing came through your speakers as soon as you did.

err0r_404 just became a kitten!

Your eyes widen slightly seeing your username appear under a cute little pixel animation of a cat sleeping on a crescent moon in the upper left corner of the screen.

Hearing the cat, Insomniac glances over, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he shifts in his chair. Focusing back on the chat, you notice a lot of other people welcoming you. Smiling softly, you look back at Insomniac as the only sound that can be heard is the fast-paced typing on his end which was something you were starting to hear often.

^*bypass overruled

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" You throw your hands up, exasperated as you start to become concerned with whatever the fuck Tamaki seems to have going on. Trying to click away the notification, you realize your screen, even your cursor, was locked.

✨Vast: InsomniacGamer your coffee is probably cold by now...

A user with a sparkling emote suddenly mentions Insomniac in the chat which triggered a soft strumming noise. Their presence notified everyone else in the stream which initiated a flurry of excited messages. However, the user doesn't acknowledge anyone or say anything else, so your eyes flick back to Insomniac, watching him look away from whatever he was doing to read the comment.

"No..." He responds absently, focusing back off to the side of his screen in what you could describe as bewilderment. As if you imagined it, he snaps out of his weird reaction and clears his throat, glancing into his own camera.

"Sorry about that, kittens. Thank you for the follow, Error," he says, making you jolt in bed, not expecting him to voice it. His voice curls around your username almost deliberately which leaves you aching to hear it again. Heat rises to your cheeks and you see his gaze flicker off-screen again before returning once more, eyes crinkling.

1,000 free pixels, huh? 

You look for the donation button, noticing you could move the cursor again, and click on it. A small separate static pop-up appears, asking you how much you would like to donate and which method you want to use. Looking for Glitch's option, you select it and how much you want to donate. Thinking half would be good, you start to type out your message hearing him hum.

"As I was saying chat, I'm not sure when I'll be streaming again, but hopefully soon. I know it was a short stream tonight, but it was....eventful. Besides, I know you kittens love it when I go live unannounced and I love making my kittens wait with anticipation." He coos out, and your hands stay frozen over your keyboard, mouth parted in shock

You rush to finish your donation and send it, hearing a soothing robotic voice read it out.

err0r_404 just donated 500 pixels: sad to see I joined the stream too late, but know I just made this account for you.

Insomniac listens attentively, his eyes lowering as he rests his chin in his hands, thinking. "You just made this account?" A look you couldn't decipher flickers in his eyes, but he recovers quickly. "Hm...and you gave me half of the free pixels, huh?"

Your cheeks flame again in embarrassment, his teasing voice not helping.

"What do I have to do to get the other half?" His voice lowered even more if that was possible, his eyes once again flickering to the side and back. Risking a glance at the chat, you see everyone fangirling for hearing him say such things, but it seemed like this was a common occurrence.

This time you type in chat.

err0r_404: stream again soon and maybe I'll give you the other half.

A few others back up your comment and Insomniac lets out a low chuckle and you watch, mesmerized, by the purple lights flickering around his mask speakers with every rumbling vibration. "Interesting...well, that's all from me tonight kittens. Until next time..." With that, Insomniac ends the stream suddenly with a wink to the camera and it cuts off leaving you to stare at a screen that says 'Stream Ended.'

The giddiness you felt ended just as fast, hoping you didn't somehow fuck up Tamaki's laptop. Maybe, just maybe, you overstepped!

^*battery power low

Now, that was a notification you did understand.

Once again, you get up from your bed and walk over to where you placed your coat earlier to grab the charger Neito gave you, promising yourself to plug the laptop in, let it charge overnight and never touch it again.

Finding an empty outlet next to your bed, you plug it in and trail the cord back over to the laptop, noticing the screen is static-y now.

"Oh, I'm so dead," You hurry and plug it in, watching as the static freezes, the screen flashing white once more, before loading back to Insomniac's ended stream. It wouldn't let you exit out of the browser and in your midst of panicking about how you're going to explain this to Tamaki, the screen goes black, and you watch in horror as purple text starts to be typed out on its own.

Cryptic: who are you and how did you find this account?

"So. Dead."

~*~*~*~*

Insominac's kittens taglist:

@manugi2807 @waitingmydemons @poopie-poopie @boosyboo9206 @miyamuralover69 @hey-im-bubu @urlocalinsomiac @lavalampfullofsoup @qardasngan @hitoshislover @neuvilletteotter @garden-variety-skeleton @thealienartist @sarcasm-is-my-form-of-attack @minninugget @imaginationmess

#hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #shinsou x reader #bnha #mha imagines #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #tamaki amajiki #neito monoma #mha #gamershinsou #shinsougaming #crowentityrec

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Saving for bedtime story 😴 so good 😍

Noones Home Collab: @sakusins

Stepbro Hitoshi Shinsou x fem! Reader (both are college age; at least 22)

Word count: 2k

WARNINGS: stepcest, explicit scenes and language, oral (f receiving)

Here's my entry for the Noones Home Collab hosted by our most lovely Tee! This was really fun to write and I'm definitely planning on more Hitoshi cause oof🥵 Hope everyone enjoys!

Skirts. It was always the damn skirts. Anywhere you went if it was over sixty degrees you were in a flouncy short little skirt and it never failed to send Hitoshi’s blood places it shouldn’t be, you were his step sister for god’s sake. His beautiful stepsister who was taking over his mind with your little outfits and glossy lips. Glossy lips that were open in a surprised gasp of his name as he finally bent you over the kitchen island and flipped up the brand new little pleated skirt you just bought, showing it off to him before "accidentally" flashing your panties; black and lacy just like he always fantasized about. Hitoshi knew it was wrong, knew he really shouldn't be doing this but it felt like he flipped into autopilot, His hands going to your hips and turning you around to press you down against the counter. 

You could feel your face burning with arousal and maybe a little shame, you too knew that it was wrong, but who were you to say no when his hands felt so good gripping your waist and holding you down. 

“H-Hitoshi, what are y- ah” You gasped again as he smacked a hand down against your ass.

“Really? Gonna ask me what I'm doing when you’re the one teasing me?” He asked incredulously, “I know you’re taking a year off college but didn’t think you were stupid”. 

“Jerk” You hissed, trying to turn around and walk away from him until he grabbed your forearms and held you in place against the counter, letting you raise up just enough to where the back of your shoulders was against his chest as he leaned down against you. 

“Ah-ah, no need for an attitude kitten,” He whispered against the shell of your ear, eliciting a shiver across your skin, “I am your stepbrother, gotta pick on you a little right?”. You bit the inside of your cheek as he pressed his hips up against you, hard cock grinding up against you.

‘Stepbrother, stepbrother’ it echoed in your mind as you let a soft moan slip, the feeling of him rubbing up against your clit through your clothing had electricity racing down to your toes. 

“My mom would be furious with us,” You said through an airy sigh, fighting the arousing heat licking at your abdomen. 

“So would my dad,” Hitoshi chuckled, fingers going down to your hands and curling his fingers with yours against the marble countertop, effectively holding your hands in his. 

“They would think we were gross,” You said almost defeatedly.

“Disgusting,” He breathed against your throat, lips ghosting against your under jaw. You turned in his grip, surprising him slightly, your hands running up his arms, pulling lightly at the grey T-shirt hugging his body. 

“Terrible and horrible” You whispered, cheeks heating further as you looked into his lavender eyes. 

“Despicable,” He whispered back. You two were only an inch or two away now. 

“They’ll be home from their date soon” You commented, one hand going to his shoulder. He grinned. 

“Guess you better kiss me quick then”. You only hesitated for a moment, pressing forward and kissing him lightly before pulling back, your blood already rushing in your ears. 

“Maybe one more,” Hitoshi said as he nudged his nose against yours, stealing another quick kiss from your lips, barely pulling away this time, “just one more”. He was mumbling into your lips at this point, body pressed flush against yours and your arms eventually making their way around his neck as your lips danced together. Hitoshi didn’t think he had ever been this hard, cock throbbing behind his jeans' confines. He felt lightheaded as you continued to push yourself forward, grinding your hips against his and practically sliding your pussy across him. 

“T-This is wrong ‘Toshi” You murmured hotly against his lips as he tried to pull away, only to be dragged back in by his huffing moan. 

“Shouldn’t feel so right then,” He groaned, moving one hand down to grip your ass under the skirt. You couldn’t argue with that, your pulse pounding under your skin and the feeling of your panties sticking to you showing just how much you couldn’t deny your feelings, no matter how depraved they were. 

“Let me get a look at you, huh? Pull those panties off for me” Hitoshi said, lifting you up onto the counter with ease as you nodded your head, groaning against your tongue when you ran it across his bottom lip. He had your skirt bunched up, sticky panties on full display as he hooked his fingers into the waistband, marveling at the dark lace against your skin and biting his lip to hold back a groan when he saw the glistening sheen of arousal soaking the material. He waited no time before sinking onto one knee, tongue going straight to your clit and pulling a little scream from you at the sudden stimulation. You could barely breathe as his moan vibrated against your clit, his lavender eyes casting up towards you glassy and lust blew as your slick leaked across his taste buds. 

“Knew you would taste like heaven baby,” He panted as he delved past the lips of your pussy and into your twitching hole, “sweetest little cunt”. The high-pitched moan he dragged from your chest would have been embarrassing if you had any shame left, but luckily for you, that was not the case. Your left hand moved to tug at his shock of purple hair, right hand steadied behind you to keep you upright as he buried his face into you. Hitoshi pulled away for a moment, flicking the tip of his tongue against your sensitive nub and smirking when you jerked, running a slender finger through the cream leaking from your hole that twitched and attempted to draw his finger inside. 

“So sensitive,” He commented as his dick throbbed, wanting nothing more than to bury himself to the balls inside of you, “Think we’ve got enough time?”. It was a question that you could barely answer as he dipped his fingers in past the rim, stretching for a moment and taking your breath before pulling away. Now, who was being the tease?

“T-Toshi I want-” You cut yourself off from saying what you were thinking, afraid you’d be crossing a line that you wouldn’t be able to uncross later.

“What Kitten? What do you want?” He asked, ghosting his lips and tongue up the inside of your thigh, “All you gotta do is ask me real sweet”. 

“I-I- I want your cock ‘Toshi, please” You pleaded, tugging his hair and pulling his face away from your still very much leaking pussy. 

“Thought you’d never ask sweetheart” He groaned, standing up between your spread thighs and undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. You moved his hands away when he went to pull his pants down, your own fingers gliding around the waistband and feeling his warm skin against your fingers, tugging them down until his cock was free and bobbing up against his abdomen.

“Jesus” You muttered, taking his dick in hand and feeling the weight in your palm, your fingers just barely touching when you wrapped around him. 

“Don’t worry too much, I’ll fit just fine” He said with a confident smirk, hands going to your waist and rolling his thumbs against your hipbones. You spat into your hand and slicked him up, a deep groan rolling from his throat as you gripped quickly around his head before shimmying down the counter a little. You drew in a deep breath as he rubbed the thick head up between your folds, coating himself just a little more but easing his hips forward. 

“Squeezing around me so much baby, gotta-gotta ease up” He groaned, sinking half of his cock in before pulling back, waiting for you to whine and try and move before he pushed forward more. 

“M’ Tryin,” You whined, taking a deep shuddering breath and trying to relax around the intrusion dragging burning wave after wave of pleasure from your gut, “just big”.

He let out a breathy chuckle at that, gripping your waist before pummeling his full length into your soaked hole. One hand on your waist and the other going up under to hold your thigh up as he began to fuck into you had you panting, eyes crossing and hands shaking as he carved a spot for himself into your insides. 

“Feels s’good Toshi” You moaned, maybe louder than you should have considering your mother could be just outside the front door. 

“Pretty little pussy’s creaming on my balls baby, such a good girl” He groaned, fighting to keep his eyes from crossing too as your velvet walls pulsed around him, attempting to milk everything from him. His cock curved into the sensitive spot that had you seeing stars with every thrust, his nails gripping harder and harder into his shoulders as your climax grew until your knees were shaking. 

“Pl-Please I’m gonna cum” You pleaded hooking your ankles around his back and locking him in closer as you felt him twitch inside of you, the guttural moan that you pulled from him only further igniting your end. 

“Cum for me and drag me down with you Kitten” Hitoshi groaned, wantonly as his fingers gripped bruises into your flesh. Every nerve in your body was vibrating as your orgasm tore through you, a whiny scream of his name being the last thing he needed to cum too. You could have orgasmed for a second time as his thick cum filled you up, twitching against your walls and pumping you full as he groaned breathly against your throat, his hips thrusting lightly to keep himself stuffed inside of you as you both came down from your high, racing hearts beginning to slow as the lustful fog cleared. Well, your heart was slowing until you heard keys in the door. 

“Shit,” He said with a laugh as you shoved him away, quickly pulling your panties on and up to stop the flow of his cum from your abused, still twitching, pussy and fixing your skirt. 

“Y/n?” Your mother’s voice called from the front door, the sound of footsteps only making you two hurry more to get everything straightened like you hadn’t just fucked on their island, “Hitoshi you home?”.

“Yeah, we’re here mom, in the kitchen” You called pulling out one of the take-out pizza menus and shoving it into Hitoshi’s hands as he pulled his phone out. Your mother and stepfather appeared in the kitchen doorway, your mom with leftover bags in hand and putting her purse on the counter with a contented sigh. 

“Dinner was absolutely amazing!” She gushed completely unprompted, going over to the fridge to put the box away, “Have you two had a nice evening?”. You nearly choked on the water you were sipping, setting the glass down quickly and fixing your face. 

“Oh yeah, just great! ‘Toshi’s ordering us a pizza” You said, cheeks burning just a little as you felt his cum soaking through your panties, “We were planning on watching a movie here in a bit”. 

“Toshi? Haven't heard you call him that before” your mom pointed out, only furthering your embarrassment and hidden shame. 

“Well… Hitoshi is such a mouthful you know?” You said, immediately regretting your statement as the purple-haired man cackled a laugh before apologizing to the pizza guy over the phone, snickering to himself. Your mom and stepdad looked like they wanted to ask you more but thought better of it.

“Well we’re heading to bed, you two have fun,” your stepdad said with a reassuring smile to your mom, a soft hand on her back guiding her back out to the living room. You wanted to crawl under the rug and die when you heard your mother’s cheery voice, her smile practically beaming through her words.

“I just love when they get along!”.

[crowentity233]

Bed time story 🥰

Narcissus

Hitoshi Shinsou/F! Pro-hero Reader.

cw: male masturbation, solo play, self-cest?, mentions of dubcon, voice kink, creepy/perverse thoughts, obsession with reader. Shinsou is an adult Pro-hero.

Note: If you recognize this work, it's probably because this was uploaded to my former account. It was a pretty big hit, so I hope there are still horny Shinsou stans out there. ♡

Can't stop thinking about a flustered, heavy-breathing Pro-hero Shinsou, splayed out on his mattress in the discretion of his bedroom at the agency he worked under.

He dons nothing but his voice modulator, the mask clicking to accommodate his face when he finally speaks lewd, profane words into it.

Click.

"H-hng, Oh Hitoshi-"

He groans, mewls even, the mask's persona-cords reverberating and morphing his own deep, gravely voice into the silvery, saccharine one of a very familiar sidekick. He speaks again.

"Oh please~ need you, been wanting your dick so bad-"

He's stunned as he is terrified by the mask's accuracy, even with all his years of mastery. But his body responds accordingly with the twitch of his painfully tense cock and lulling of his violet eyes.

Gosh, you leave Shinsou like such a mess and hardly even realize it. And he just knows you fancy him too. Yet he hasn't necessarily been given the chance to take such a sweet n' keen peach like you on a date. At least a "thank you" outing for all your hard work at his agency.

It'd been a few years into the game for Shinsou, only a few months for you. Yet you're making strides in your up-and-coming hero status, the chemistry you shared together in your match up unparalleled. It`s dually noted by even cohorts and publicity from hero fanatics alike.

"Don't die on me, partner" he'd assert firmly with that signature smirk, cornering you every chance he could before a heroics operation or whenever you two had a moment of brevity. "Wouldn't wanna lose my favorite sidekick."

"'m your only sidekick, playboy." You'd play off amourously. "That's how I intend on keeping it."

But whenever away from prying eyes, every time he bluntly addresses the little, flirtatious dynamic you have, half-heartedly serious, you go on your adorable epithet about putting heroics first and not wanting to ruin your partnership with gushy feelings.

"It's a big risk, Hitoshi."

He understands completely, logistically anyway. lt`s something he's been similarly preaching. Reminds him of his younger self. But he's perceptive to these fickle things.. you're giving mixed messages. The way your gentle eyes flicker from his intense ones to his lips when you're speaking, the trust you have in him with your life on these high-risk operations - and his in yours - tells him otherwise.

You must be trying to resist him, he tells himself.

Shinsou can't deny it either. The way you've been making him feel tempted him to teeter on the edge of uncharted waters with you, even if it proves perilous. He'd gladly ride out the storm if he had you at his side.

"Could always just brainwash you until you're mine," he'd rasp, close and silent enough for only the two of you to hear. The threat sounded almost legitimate, his tone stoic and matter-of-fact. It earned him a haughty scoff out of you.

"You wouldn't do that to me, would you? That'd make you a bad guy.~" You'd quip back every time, the implications driving him wild before taking your leave ahead of him. "... and we both know you're not."

If only you knew.

Click.

It's pretty embarrassing and probably really fucked up, the way his mind even conjured this idea in the first place. To use his heroic device like this. But after today's mission full of crime-fighting with you and the debut of your new hero-costume, he's lovestruck.

And the horniest he's felt in a long while.

While you flexed the bells and whistles of your new tactical gear, agile and proficient with your movements while garnering the affection of fans and onlookers, Shinsou's eyes took their sweet time appreciating every detail of your newly tailored suit.

Alone now, with his disgustingly visceral thoughts, he indulges all the better. The way your breasts were so lovingly molded for his eyes to feast upon that he could even make out each erect bud beneath the clinging fabric. Delectable curves and fertile hips that continued down to a set of thighs so plush he could only imagine what sinking his teeth into them would feel like. Ass so fat, so close and squeezable he has to restrain himself from grappling you onto the ground of the nefarious back-alley you both were patrolling. wanting nothing more than to rip that shiny fabric right off you and pound your pussy into oblivion—

"Mindjack, over here!"

Click.

"Mindjaaa~ck! ~ A-haah. Haaa~"

The use of his hero name riles him up...

Click.

"Fuck," he curses to himself, one hand with a vice grip on his leaking. throbbing cock, and the other manipulating the modulator's switch right by his ear as to ensure he wouldn't ruin the immersion of this self-cest roleplay.

His strokes get more intense, cockhead slick with pre-cum making the gliding motion of his diligent fingers gripping and pumping along the shaft all the better. He imagines it's your slick dripping down on him, yourcunt sucking around him and not just his hand the way he'd done so many times before.

"Ugh, fu~ck. Gonna cum inside you, gonna make you mine-"

He's thinking selfishly about how badly he wants to pump load after load into you until you're a writhing, hot mess. Dumb and broken. Shinsou thinks if anyone should be worth getting stuck with the risk of bearing his children, it should be you... especially if it meant finally getting to have you. That'd probably ruin your hero career, but he thinks you'd be so beautiful for him. He'd do everything to be a good daddy.

Plus, you wouldn't be wearing any more tight-fitting suits to tempt him or any other sick bastard. We can't have that.

"Haah... I'll give you what you need, baby. Beg for me to fucking cum inside, come on-" He demands with urgency to no one, his voice breathy and dripping with arousal.

Click.

"M-mmf, p-please!"

He'd love to take you down a notch sometimes and watch you succumb to him the same way he does when you aren't around. It fills him with spite because the amount of self-control the man is exerting around you 24/7 should be warranting your acknowledgment alone.

"Awf, Mindjack! Fuck me harder- want you to fucking ruin me, please!"

He thinks back to your beautiful face, fierce and competitive in combat, and he almost retracts his earlier thought as he wonders if cumming inside you would be too kind, too generous. Perhaps he should opt to splurting a day's worth of backed up semen on the sweet, bewildered expression you pay him whenever you call out to him for assistance - because it's the only time you seemingly need him as bad as he needs you.

The mask's frantic reverb only intensifies his high.

Maybe that' d get you thinking straight.

"H-Hitoshi!~ Cum inside my pussy, W-want your baby, want you-"

Quite fucking honestly, he'd like nothing more than to make you cry, beg, and plead helplessly for your life when he's the one in control of it, throttling your body as your cunt chokes him out. He'd get the last word in before spitting a mix of grievances and loving affirmations into your wanton mouth.

Click.

"Gaah... then take it, fucking take it all you needy slut."

... But he's thinking light years ahead, a million thoughts rushing through his own mind right before he climaxes to your simulated voice alone.

"Uugh, baby.. gonna cum.. s-shit-" Shinsou announces to none, strangled groans and the broken cry of your name escaping him as he throws his head back, bursting a heavy, viscous load across the sheets nearby and on his toned abdomen.

"Christ.."

He sighs languidly, thigh muscles spasming from the recoil. He's blissed out, swearing it felt so good he almost moaned an earnest profession of love. Figures it wouldn't be fair if you couldn't even hear it.

God... what is he even thinking..?

He looks over to the mess he's made apathetically, bare chest heaving as aftershocks overtake him until he finds the strength and clarity to pull off his damned voice modulator.

So long as you're gonna tease and keep playing coy, tip toeing around, and playing this game of petulance with him, you're gonna keep being a part of the dirty little secret he keeps under wraps.

Shinsou knows this won't be forever. He needs to have you. He needs to see it through with his perfect little sidekick until you accept that you need him just as bad. And the moment you ever wanna come around and give your infatuated, brainwashing partner a chance, he'll adore you to bits and pieces and fuck your pretty hero pussy just the way he's imagined all this time. Use his mouth for better things, less talking, and more eating you out the way you deserve. Pump you full of his cum and have you finally scream his name.

For now, he'll have to cope with the mask.

[crowentity233]

Just a nightly bedtime story...

a step towards sin

Stepbrother Touya x fem!reader

⇢ word count: roughly 4.4K

⇢ plot: your hot stepbrother Touya, being so protective of his younger step-sister virgin!you. On your 21st birthday, he steals you away from Keigo, the campus womanizer, to give you a much-deserved birthday present.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut, drinking, a bit of force and hurt, kissing, some tiddie action, fingering, oral (fem receiving), after that just pure self-indulgent fluffy consensual sex, belly bulge, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, creampie

⇢ personal note: i dreamed about this. Had to write it down. Not beta-ed so there might be mistakes. Thank you @/jabberwocky-92 for helping me out with the title.

Part 2

The deep gong of the doorbell echoed through the house, as it had for the last hours seemingly on end.

Coming back from the restroom, you rushed towards the entrance and reached for the doorknob. But there was the brush of fabric on your cheek, a familiar scent surrounding you as an arm wrapped around your shoulder.

Touya, your stepbrother, pressed a cheeky kiss to your forehead. He was older than you, confident, smart, and handsome. Ever since he lived under the same roof as you, visions of him hovering above you have plagued your mind.

Because he was hot.

And all that you had ever dreamed of in a guy.

No one would ever take his place because he cared about you more than anyone else. And no one ever brought up such lewd and dirty thoughts in your head, when you laid in bed late at night, touching yourself, dreaming about those fingers being his.

A tight grip ripped you away from mentally gushing over your stepbrother, as his hand grabbed your wrist and kept you from reaching the door.

Touya's lips were right at your ear, rasping, "Shouldn't you be enjoying the party, lil sis?"

You sighed, facing him in his embrace and noticed too late that your face was blushing from being so close to him. The heat radiating off his body, the warmth of his breath on your face had your body trembling and your eyes fluttering nervously.

Quirking a brow, his hand moved down to lace with yours as his lips coiled up into a knowing grin.

On really handsome lips.

He is your stepbrother you shook your head in hopes of clearing your lewd thoughts as luckily another impatient gong rang through the house.

"Touya, I need to welcome the guests inside," you tried pushing past him but he only let out an amused chuckle and turned towards the door, hiding you behind him.

With your hands still intertwined.

You shook your head and let out a huff of annoyance. He was hopeless. Always has been. Way too protective, too focused on you. And always just too damn good-looking.

Opening the door you heard the low rumble of his voice as he greeted the person while you tried to peek over his broad shoulders.

You rocked on your tiptoes but his hand squeezed yours, hard, a warning, and you whimpered, falling back on your heels.

The conversation went on, your attempts to peek over Touya's shoulders were always met with an almost excruciatingly hard squeeze of his hand. Snippets of the conversation reached your ears such as she's here and living room. Eventually, soft steps faded down the hallway.

Touya turned around and earned a smack against his arm.

"You're a jerk!" You openly groaned.

"A hot jerk," he only chuckled and pulled you towards the living room, responding "Can't stand that guy, why's he here anyway?"

There was only one person that would evoke such a reaction from your stepbrother. And it gave away the identity of the last guest too easily. You mused, knowing this was payback time..

"He's here because I like him!" Your voice had a teasing undertone in it.

“Really? That douchebag? C'mon, you can't be serious," he sighed, continuing his path down the hallway as he was smoothing his hair back.

"I do! He's really—" you stumbled and caught yourself again, looking for the right word, "Nice– unlike you."

"Ouch," he stopped, exaggeratedly clutching his chest, "My poor heart!"

You rolled your eyes when he smirked at you and finally freed yourself from his grip, not without swatting his arm again.

"I know you love me, sis!" Blowing you a kiss, his smooth voice echoed after you as you entered the living room and wound yourself through the party guests.

You noticed the blond ruffled hair at the bar and soon stood behind him. "Hey, Keigo!"

He spun around with a bright smile on his pretty face, "Hi baby bird, Happy Birthday!"

He threw his arms around you and spun you around, and a giggle bubbling your throat.

"Keigo, cut it out!" You protested, yet basked in the attention he was giving you.

He stopped, still holding you up and pressed against him, his face almost too close. You could feel his excited heart beat as his eyes wandered from yours down to your lips and lingered there. After a few moments, he sat you gently down on the floor, his hand finding your cheek to softly caress it, "Anything for my favorite birthday girl—"

"Would you get me a drink please," you straightened your hair back, pulling some lint off his shirt, "Today it's legal!"

"OK," he dabbed your nose before going off to grab you a gin tonic.

You watched him leave. Keigo was handsome, but there was this persistent rumor that he had slept with almost every single girl on campus. A rumor that you believed in. And you didn't want to succumb to his advances – yet.

Because you wanted to save up your virginity for someone special.

And you weren't quite sure if that someone special was him.

Lost in your thoughts, your hips softly swaying the music, your eyes roamed over the crowd.

Your stepbrother had done a perfect job of arranging this surprise party. Your best friends were all here, your favorite music playing. Even turquoise decorations adorned the house – your favorite color. Just like your stepbrother's eye color.

And then your eyes met his.

Touya. He was watching you, leaning against the wall with a beer in his hand. Even from this far away his azure gaze was piercing. And predatory.

It sent a pleasant shiver up your spine, as your eyes locked, a blistering heat building up in your core.

Touya.

He was the only one that you could imagine—

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard your name being called out behind you.

Turning around you found yourself facing Keigo, handing you a drink with a grin on his face.

"Here ya go, baby girl," he leaned in, his soft hair brushing your face as he hummed into your ear, "And now let's celebrate—"

The evening went on, the crowd eventually thinning out with only you, Touya, and a few others remaining – including Keigo.

As your stepbrother showed the remaining guests outside, you snuck off to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up a bit. Just as you were drying your hands, the door behind you opened and someone entered.

Looking up in the mirror you instantly recognized that blond tuft of hair – Keigo.

You turned around, starting "Oh hey, was just gonna leav—" but were cut off when his lips smashed roughly against yours and you tumbled back against the counter with him.

A scream of help for your brother was muffled by Keigo's mouth, his hand finding your thighs and skipping under your skirt, the other holding your head pressed against his as he sloppily kept working his mouth against yours.

The taste of bitter beer coated your tongue as his slid over yours. It felt too wet, too much, making your stomach churn. Even more so when his hand pressed even further, trying to slip underneath your panties.

"Kei—" but your protest was cut short by another one of his crude kisses.

He effortlessly moved forward, fingers slipping into your lace panties, pressing roughly against your folds. You whimpered into his mouth, tears wetting your lashes as you tried to squeeze your legs shut. But he lodged his leg between your thighs, continuing his assault.

"Don't—" a desperate whimper left you, his slick lips leaving yours, trailing down, sucking on the delicate skin of your neck.

It was faint, though still audible over Keigo's drunk, muffled groans. Its familiarity rang in your ears, making you jolt in hopes of rescue.

Touya was calling your name.

"Touy— " You started to cry out before Keigo's rough hand slipped over your mouth, bending your head back impossibly, muffling further sounds.

There was a shattering sound as the door flung open, echoing off the walls of the small room. A split second later, Touya was on Keigo, hell in his eyes. Ripping him off you, you stumbled to the ground, wailing out as your knees hit the hard tile floor.

Touya dragged and shoved Keigo out of the room and after some shuffling sounds and the slam of a door, Touya yelled "Don't you ever come near her again!"

And then he was by your side, sliding his arms underneath yours, gently helping you to your feet. Trying to smooth down your skirt, your shaky hands were losing the fight against the stubborn fabric as another, bigger hand stepped in and helped you out.

Glancing up, Touya pulled you into his embrace and you buried your face in his chest, seeking solace. His hands came to rest on your back, holding you as you breathed in his scent. And relaxed.

He had always smelled good, natural. A scent that was just – him. Warm, earthy, and masculine. You snuggled into his chest as he peppered soft kisses on your head.

"Did he hurt you?" Were his next words, smoothing your hair back from your red face.

Shaking your head you sniffled back some new tears.

"But he–” you tried to swallow the growing lump in your throat.

“He tried to—" your words wobbled as they spilled from your lips, overpowered by a new round of heavy sobs.

"I know," He growled into your hair, pressing his lips tenderly against your forehead, "I'm sorry I wasn't here any faster."

You stayed like this, crying, cradled in his embrace until there were no more tears left.

"C’mon, let's get you to bed, birthday girl" still clinging to him, he helped you out of the room and up the stairs.

You let everything go, your heartbeat calming down with each step you took. Crossing the door to your room, your grip on him tightened, afraid to lose him again.

He seemed to notice. "Want me to stay?" His eyes were deep and dark when he said those words.

As if to reassure you, he took your hand, rubbing his thumbs in circles against your palms as he glanced down into your eyes.

You bit your bottom lip as you nodded, "Please."

Leading you to your bed, you crawled into it, rolling onto your back, waiting for him to follow. He climbed next to you, laying on his side, head propped up on one elbow.

A few moments passed without either of you saying anything while his deep turquoise eyes were studying you.

Touya brought his free hands to the top of your head, fingers combing through your hair, straightening out some of the tangled strands. A fresh tear, sitting at your lashes, threatened to race down your cheek and was gently wiped away. Coming to a rest on your cheek, his hand slowly started caressing it.

"You’re ok now?" There was a longing in his voice, a longing for you.

You only nodded, starting to relax under his tender affection. His hand stilled, thumb gliding over the apple of your cheek one final time before the pressure on your cheek increased, forcing you to turn your head to face him.

His bright azures shone in the dim light like rare gems, a depth in them you hadn't noticed before, sucking you in.

Time seemed to still as he asked, his velvety voice deep, dark, face expressionless, "You're still a virgin, right?"

It was just a whisper, and you nodded without thinking – a mere dip of your head. Unable to say anything, your words were lost in your rising desire – and the presence of him.

He leaned forward, your breath catching in your throat, heart dropping as his lips came to a halt a hair's width away from yours.

"You know, I could help you with that," he exhaled against your skin, your eyes fluttering shut, "I'll be gentle—"

And then Touya's warm lips were on yours, tongue sliding over your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth, the warm muscle snaked inside, his breath in your lungs as a growing warmth settled in your guts.

It was sensual yet breathtaking, unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and you lifted your arms to wrap them around his neck, digging into his soft hair, pulling him closer. Melting against each other, his gentle hand found your hair again, smoothing it back as you continued kissing.

You were lost in the kiss, eyes closed, hands clasping tighter behind Touyas's neck. His lips were gentle but firm, and you continued your open-mouthed kisses, creating a rhythm that had a fresh wave of wetness seep into your panties.

Pulling back from you, he propped himself up and sat on his heels as his hands hooked underneath your shirt, starting to pull it up. You lifted your torso far enough for him to slide it over your head, dropping it carelessly to the floor next to the bed. Sinking back down, he slid his hand behind your back, you arching it to help him unclasp your bra and pull it off, your breasts spilling free.

It felt all so natural, so unstrained. As if you had just waited for him.

You knew now that it was him you had saved yourself for.

Because you were made for each other.

He leaned down, his lips at your neck, on your ear and he whispered. “You're so beautiful,” a hand found the round of your hips, slowly trailing up your waist, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He straightened up to slide his fingers underneath your waistband, his eyes glanced at yours briefly.

“Lift your hips.” He demanded softly, and you did. Tugging your pants down, he took the panties too, pulling them past your socks which were soon to follow the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

For a second, you felt hot and embarrassed at once, being fully exposed below him, and you clenched your thighs together.

But then he said, deep azures roaming your body “You’re far more beautiful than I imagined.”

He moved to brace himself above you, his mouth finding yours again for a slow and sensual kiss before trailing along your jawline, his mouth working down your throat, placing slow, languid kisses on your sensitive skin.

His movements were expert as his hands smoothly pried your legs apart.

“Can I?” His breath washed hot along your skin, palm on your mound, his fingertips resting teasingly on your throbbing clit.

“Y-yes,” you shakily exhaled and Touya's mouth was on your breast, slowly licking and sucking at your sensitive nipple, as one finger slid along your folds, feeling the wetness between your legs.

A low groan rumbled from his chest as he slid his digit slowly into your needy heat. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of being breached. It had your head spinning as he licked along your breast before sucking in your sensitive, swollen nub.

He released your nipple with a plop and slowly move down, trailing wet kisses along your belly over your mound until he found your special spot. Breathing in your scent, he groaned, his breath warm on your clit.

“Touya—“ You made a muffled cry when his tongue flicked out and gently lapped over your clit.

His free hand dug into the warm flesh of your thighs before his lips wrapped around your swollen clit and started sucking. An explosion of colors happened behind your closed eyes as you writhed below him with pure pleasure.

Touya was nestled right between your thighs, one hand on your cunt, finger inserted, the other around your leg, holding you in place. He looked up at you, eyes gone dark with passion, peppering soft kisses on your swollen sensitive nub with his slick-wet mouth.

Your hands reached for his hair, weaving through his soft strands and as on command, his tongue was back on your clit, his finger working relentlessly into the tight hole of your cunt.

The way he was worshipping you gave you hardly any time to prepare for your impending orgasm, as it started to near at incredible speed.

“M gonna—!” You choked, head falling back against the mattress, hands gripping tightly into Touya’s hair.

A deep groan of lust rolled from his throat as he kept on pushing you towards your high, “You're gonna what, sis?”

You mewled, feeling your mind swimming away, your legs starting to tremble.

"Yeah?" his sapphire eyes were on you as he continued sliding his tongue languidly up and down your sensitive bud.

Bucking your hips against his mouth, you were a mess by now, mouth hanging open as he continued his practiced assault on your intimate parts.

“I wanna hear you cum,” Touya demanded, while he continued fucking you with his finger, his hot tongue circling your clit.

The sensation was so overwhelming and you moaned, hands digging into his soft white hair, pushing him even closer to your hips. Without warning, he curled his finger up and hit a spot that instantly had you hovering at the edge.

His eyes stared up at you as you let out a drawn-out wail, warm tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Gonna—,” Your words were cut off by the force of your orgasm, loud moans leaving your mouth unabashedly, your back arching.

And with that, your entire body froze up under him, breath escaping in wheezes as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you. Touya kept working his tongue over your clit, carrying you through your pleasure until your thighs were trembling, and your screams had gone soundless.

He moved up to kiss you, swallowing your desperate pants and his hand came up to gently caress your cheek.

“Did so well for me, lil sis,” he seductively breathed into your mouth, and you all but kissed him back, greedily, tasting yourself on his lips, his tongue, his skin.

He sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt up, revealing his immaculate pecs and V-line leading your tear-blurred eyes to a white happy trail disappearing below the waistline of his jeans. You swallowed hard as he unbuttoned his pants to reveal the huge swell in his boxers, a dark spot shimmering where his precum was staining the fabric.

“‘M gonna ask you one last time—” he cocked his head, cock twitching inside his pants, “Do you want this?”

“Never wanted anything more in my life,” you wheezed, voice too thin from all the moaning.

Touya pulled his boxers down with one swift move, shifting his legs to undress completely.

A gasp of surprise left your lips as you saw his thick cock bop up and down under its own heavy weight.

It was the first time seeing one— and it was so pretty. A pink flushed tip, slick with precum, a thick rim around its glans. It was slightly curved up and girthy.

It made your mouth water.

“Be gentle ok?” Your voice was shaky, either because of what was about to happen or the idea of having something this big between your thighs.

“Promised you I would—” he leaned over you, arms resting to either side of your head. His head came closer, lips hovering over yours, and your mind somersaulted.

“Are you ready?” He asked lowly, his eyes reflecting so much love and adoration unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

“Yeah,” you breathed, an almost painful spark of arousal shooting up your spine and into your fingertips.

As he lowered himself on you, you felt his tip prodding thick and hot at your opening.

"Relax," his large hands came to lace your fingers into his.

You nodded and he pressed forward, his tip slipping in until it hit resistance. It took just a swift rut of his hips and it breached. It hurt, the stretch burned, with Touya back to kissing you, his mouth swallowing up your whines and whimpers. Your eyes rolled back in your head, as he continued sliding in, inch by inch, a searing sharp pain shooting through your core.

“Almost there,” Touya whispered against your lips, his warm hands gripping you tighter, as if afraid that you could disappear.

“Oh my god—” you wailed out with a breathy moan, your fingers curling, nails digging painfully into the top of his hands.

You'd never felt so full in your life and went lax beneath him as he doubled over, forehead resting on yours.

“Fuck, you feel just as amazing as I've always imagined,” he growled lowly as he finally bottomed out.

You didn't know what was more dizzying – the idea that he had thought about sleeping with you. Or the feeling of him stretching you to the max, a little bump showing on your belly. It made the heat in your body erupt all over again, sending continuous sparks of pleasure through you.

Touya gave you a few moments to adjust, to catch your breath, peppering soft gentle kisses all over your face before starting to move.

He slid his cock out of you slowly, your lips parting in a low groan as your eyes fluttered shut. Then he pushed back in, a whimper leaving your throat as he continued the slow, passionate rhythm.

“You're doing so well” you barely heard him whisper, your mind overtaken by the growing pleasure inside your core.

You soon found a gentle pace, continuing to hold hands while rocking back and forth. It was all you had ever dreamed of, all you could ever imagine. His cock rubbed along your sensitive walls just right, his curved tip sliding back and forth against that one rippled spot that had you see stars earlier on.

The bed softly creaked from him thrusting into you, shallow but steady. Your body kept bopping back with each of his forward cants, a lustful rhythm that you both succumbed to as you felt the coil in your belly tighten, your toes curling as a white searing heat built up inside of you.

��Fuck…” you cried, feeling a new orgasm approach, head falling back into the sheets, “I’m—”

"Me too,” he breathlessly panted against your neck and you whined with pleasure, rocking your hips against his in perfect harmony.

He was thrusting faster now with each one of your cries, pace picking up, becoming urgent.

Your face relaxed into a look of bliss, uttering wild little cries, Touya’s movements becoming increasingly erratic. Out of nowhere, time stilled when you were both right there, feeling as if reality just shifted away from you.

Your second orgasm erupted inside of you, pressing the air from your lungs. Your back arched as a searing heat burned through your body, blinding your vision. Your whole body went taut as your orgasm spiked, your cunt spasming around Touya's cock. While he filled you up with hot spurts of cum your walls kept squeezing him, his strangled groan filling your ears.

Strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, while his cock continued to twitch inside of you. Gentle words of approval fell from his lips as he slowly licked and kissed your teary cheeks.

Growing soft inside you, he pulled out and you felt his cum seeping out and dripping down your ass onto the sheets.

“Let me go clean you up,” he swung his legs off the bed, not before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and made his way towards the bathroom, naked, his half-hard yet still impressive cock hanging between his thighs, glistening with your combined juices.

The sight made your cheeks go ablaze again, a new tingling feeling starting to bloom in your belly. Turning your hot face to bury it in the sheets, you bit into the fabric, trying to suppress a lecherous moan.

Touya disappeared into the bathroom, wetting a towel to come back and clean you up with such care that it made your ebbing blush mature again.

As he was about to collect the clothes on the floor, still undressed, you reached out for him in panic.

"Touya— don't leave!" It sounded desperate and he looked up in surprise.

"I wasn't gonna leave," the mattress dipped down as he sat next to you, cupping your cheeks, "We belong together now—"

Leaning into his touch you closed your eyes and he kissed you again, tender and longing. Moving his long slender body to rest next to you, he pulled you on his chest, covering both of you with your duvet.

His hand drew soft circles into your back as you snuggled into his chest, “Let's get some rest,” he added with a final kiss on your lips, “It's late."

When you woke in the morning, the high sun shone brightly through the curtains.

Turning your head you looked right into Touya's bright cerulean eyes, a sinfully beautiful smile painted on his face.

“Hey, baby,” he said, voice like honey, face so close that his breath fanned your lips, making them tingle, "Good morning—”

When his lips melted against yours, his hand found your breast, while you continued kissing. It didn't take long before you found yourself in each other's embrace with him sinking inside of you again. But this time there was no pain – just pure and heavenly pleasure.

You rocked each other towards another intense and precious orgasm, the sound of your joint moans echoing off the walls, thrills rippling inside you.

Afterward, he was running his hand through your hair while you both tried to catch your breath, bodies intertwined, damp and hot from your post-orgasmic bliss.

The rays of sunlight slowly turned crimson when you both finally showered and got dressed. Standing next to the bed, Touya turned towards you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest, enveloping you in his warmth, his irresistible scent.

"Still gave some cleaning up to do before our parents come home." He rested his chin on your head, eyes dreamily gazing off into the distance.

“Touya?" Your eyes looked fearfully up at him, "What are we going to do about this – about us?"

Tilting his head down, there was a confident aura surrounding him as he kissed your forehead and cooed, "We have to be careful, no one can find out about us.”

“But– you just signed a deal, little sister,” his hand rose to lift your chin, ready to kiss you, "And that deal says you belong to me now."

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