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freshabogados · 2 years

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first of all, CONGRATS ON 120!!!!! Super happy our blogs found each other and got us introduced 🥺♥️ Now I’ve got a request that’ll ruin your life but this is another one you’ll have to store for May for me bec i wont be able to read it now - smut numbers 11 and 15. okay? RIP

HEIDI DARLING! THANKYOU 💗💫

Maybe I'll make this a 300 followers special????

Gods! I'm so happy that you just crashed in and dropped that Matt-thot that day 🥺💗 Look at us!

I'm so sorry you had to wait a whole month for this. To make it up to you I'm making this super long!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Tags: smut, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (cover 'em before you shower 'em), kinky!matt, softdom!matt, creampie, MDNI.

You decided to head over to Matt's office and surprise him with some soba noodle salad and curry buns. You were hungry, not for food, but for him. Your frustration was getting the best of you and you decided to put an end to it. The only remedy? Matt.

You wore a soft navy blue sleeveless dress that ended right above your knees. You knew how much Matt liked the material of this dress.

“It feels like your skin” he said when you first wore it. It seemed like the right choice for a long day of teasing.

Matt was aching for you, too. He missed the feeling of your wet mouth around his cock, your hands digging into his back and pulling in his hair, the sound of your moans echoing through the apartment and vibrating down his body, the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his. He missed you.

You entered Nelson, Murdock, and Page and greeted Karen and Foggy with some curry buns and moved to Matt's office. Matt could smell you as soon as you entered the building, your scent overpowered by the food you were carrying. His stomach grumbled as he inhaled the delicious steam.

"Hello there, Devil man! How's your day been?" your voice was chirpy for someone who hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep in the past week.

"Hello, my angel! It wasn’t very interesting until you walked in. Are you wearing that blue dress?" he said with his cheeky grin on full display. You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks and ears.

Bastard.

You had to be in control of this situation, not him.

"Yes, I am and I brought lunch! I decided to cut short my day and have lunch with you. I couldn't handle the stress my work was putting me under. Is it okay if I stay here till we go back home?"

"Of course, you can stay sweetheart. And, if you want, you can lie down on the couch and get some sleep after lunch? You haven't been sleeping well." Matt knows how the tension has been building in you. And he hated himself for not being able to help you even though you told him that his presence was more than enough.

"Yeah, I'd like that. But first, noodles!"

You scooted your chair close to Matt's, a little too close, and ate your lunch as you filled him in on your work. Your thighs were glued to his, occasionally moving them to create some friction. You dropped your hand innocently on the top of his thigh, close to his cock, and gave it a gentle squeeze when he talked about some obstacles they were facing with their case. Your leg brushed against his foot from time to time, your barefoot running up and down his slacked calf. Your voice was a little lower and huskier than usual. Your mind ran wild with the thoughts of Matt. All those times he fucked you senseless, all those times you made him whimper and beg, you could feel yourself getting hotter and wetter by the minute.

Matt didn't get a whiff of your intentions behind your seemingly sinless actions. At least not at first.

After having a filling lunch your eyelids started to get heavy. Your breathing was becoming long and deep. You sat beside Matt, watching him move his thick fingers on the paper. You leaned your head on his shoulder and within minutes you fell into a deep slumber.

Matt gently moved your head to the desk and listened to your faint snores, a content smile graced his face, as you continued your peaceful sleep.

You woke up to the sound of Foggy and Karen laughing. You lifted your head off the table and found yourself alone in Matt's office. You let out a sleepy yawn and stretch your hands to release any remnant sleep.

You walked outside the room and were greeted by the chirpy voices of Karen and Foggy bidding their goodbyes to Matt. Karen pulled you in for a hug before the duo made their way out of the office.

"Morning, sunshine!" Matt turned to you and pulled in for a quick kiss.

"Good morning, handsome." you whispered as you pulled away.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mhmm. Like a baby. I hope I didn't disturb you while you worked." you smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt and loosened his tie.

Matt chuckled and brought his forehead to rest on yours "Good. And, you did not. I enjoyed the company."

"You enjoyed my snoring company?"

"I loved your snoring company."

You leaned in and kissed Matt once more, tangling your hands behind his neck. Matt's hands pulled you in by your waist, pressing his chest to yours. In the middle of the kiss, you realised that your mission was halted.

You pulled back from the kiss and dragged your hands down his sides. Matt's body became stiff under your feathery touch.

"Coffee?" you asked, stepping away from his grasp.

"Sounds good"

Matt followed you to their kitchenette and pulled out his cup.

You leaned against his back, your chest pressed against his back, to get another cup. You ran your finger along his exposed forearm as you reached towards the cupboard.

Your breath fanned against his ears eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

Taking advantage of his reaction you huskily whispered in his ears.

"Sorry, couldn't reach it"

Matt cleared his throat and removed the collar button of his shirt. It was suddenly getting a little hot in his small law firm.

You hummed the tune of your favourite song and swayed, occasionally leaning your chest on Matt's arms as you waited for the coffee.

Matt was starting to feel a small tension build within himself. You weren’t teasing him and yet he felt the urge to strip you naked and consume you raw on his desk. Maybe because he hadn't had you in a week.

Matt's head shot up realising what you had been doing ever since you got here.

Of course. I should’ve known when you came in wearing that dress.

He caught up with your mischievous mission and it would only be right to reward you for being sneakily sexy.

Matt turned towards you and circled his arms around your waist, higher than he usually holds you, resting his hand just below your breast.

“What are you doing, Matty?”

“Don’t act all innocent, darling. I know what you’re up to.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just making coffee.” you twist under his firm hold gesturing towards the coffee maker.

“Sure, you are.” Matt says while turning off the coffee maker and swiftly lifting you up in his arms. Coffee wasn’t going to keep him up all night.

His sudden movement catches you off guard making you squeal in excitement. You circle your arms and legs around his muscular frame as he carries you out of the kitchenette and towards his office.

“I have to say. I am very impressed with how sneaky you were. Good girl.” Matt drops his tone making you shudder in his arms.

He stood in front of his office door and tried to unlock it with one hand.

Laughter filled the silent office as you watched Matt struggle to open the door.

“Wait. Wait. Let me help you with that.” you giggle as you remove one of your hands from behind his neck and unlock the door. Matt’s grip on you stays firm as ever.

He kisses your neck as you turn your head towards the doorknob, making you gasp as pleasure washes over you.

Matt kicks the door open with his legs and plops you down on his desk.

He stood tall between your legs and pushed the dress up exposing a large part of your thighs.

Hunger grumbles at your core as your arousal fills the room. It washes over Matt’s senses like a wave and crashes at his core making his pants tighter around his crotch.

You pulled Matt towards you and let all the pent up sexual tension and frustration fuel your desire, and kissed him.

Matt’s restrained grunt echoed in your mouth. You worked your hands on his tie, unlooping them hastily while Matt kneaded your hips pulling you closer to his tented slacks. His clothed cock brushed against your inner thighs and you pulled him impossibly closer to you by his unlooped tie. Matt slid the sleeve of your dress down your arm and tugged on the hair in the nape of your neck, his hungry mouth never leaving yours as you undo his belt. The pen stand and paper files on his desk cluttered on the floor. You both were really going to make a mess.

Gasps and sighs fill the empty office of Nelson, Murdock, and Page as Matt devoured your neck brewing hickeys for tomorrow. Your desire gets frantic and you pull his earlobe between your teeth, evoking a pained snarl from Matt.

“I want you to fuck me, counsellor.” You look into his sightless hazel eyes as they grow hasty.

“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Matt almost growled like an animal ready to feast on its prey.

“I want you everywhere, Matthew.”

You yelp as Matt tugs you towards the edge of the desk and gets down on his knees. You rest your hands, behind you, for support.

An unrestrained moan breaks out of your lips looking at him get on his knees for you.

His signature smirk appears on his face listening to your passionate noises.

Matt kissed the inside of your thighs, pulling your dress up simultaneously, before he bit the skin above the waistband of your panties.

You yelped and one hand flew towards him to pull on his dishevelled hair.

He bit one side of your panties and hooked a finger on the other side and pulled it down your legs. Instead of discarding it away on the floor he pocketed it in his tight slacks.

The sweet and tangy smell of your slick filled his nostrils. He licked his lips and dove right into your wetness.

Matt’s tongue performed a well choreographed ballet on your sensitive cunt. Your moans and whimpers served as his orchestra.

Chills washed over you as you felt the tight knot in your stomach coming undone. Matt sensed how close you were and lapped his tongue ferociously. You shuddered, struggling to keep yourself up on his desk. As if reading your thoughts, Matt’s hand travelled up your torso and pushed you down on his desk, his mouth never halting the dance. He kept his hand on the bulge of your breasts and pinched your hardening nipples covered by layers of clothing.

Your hand reached out to grasp on to the edge of the desk to ground yourself and not slip into a different world. Your other hand kept its grip on Matt’s soft hair.

“Matt, please!” you cried out, unable to continue this journey.

“Please, what, darling?” his voice muffled by your supple skin around him.

“Ma- Counsellor, please. Please make me cum.”

Matt moved away from your aching heat and caught his breath.

“Good girl. Now cum for me. Cum on my tongue like my good little slut.”

And that was your weakness. The way his words strip you off your senses. So commanding yet considerate.

You arch your back trying to get more of Matt’s mouth on your cunt. You painfully whimpered as his tongue entered your tight walls and his skillful fingers played with your clit. He pumped his tongue in and out, in a frantic pace, making you blurt out incoherent words. Matt groaned into your wet pussy as you clenched around his tongue and spilled your sweet essence into his mouth.

You struggled to catch your breath as Matt lifted you off his desk and kissed you, pouring his need into mouth. The taste of your juice mixed with Matt’s saliva was making you both dizzy.

Your hunger burnt like the fires of hell. Still not satisfied, you pushed yourself off the desk and continued tangling in Matt’s mouth. Your hand dropped to his bulge. He was hard and wet with his leaking pre-cum, aching for you. You kissed Matt’s exposed neck and started to make your way down to his thick cock when he pulled you up, stopping you from wanting him in your mouth.

“Oh no. You don’t get to taste me, sweetie.” Matt’s voice was heavy with greed.

“But I want to make you feel good!” you mewled.

“Oh, you want to make me feel good? Aren’t you such a darling? Well, then, be good for me, let me have you as I wish…okay?”

Ever the gentleman.

“Mhmm, yes please, counsellor!” you whined softly.

Matt kept walking you backwards towards the wall as he unzipped your dress and slipped the sleeves down your arms. Your dress pooled around your waist as Matt undid the clasps of your bra. He pulled them off of you and pocketed it as well.

Matt’s mouth latched itself onto your neck and shoulders, sucking and biting the tender skin, making you moan as pain and pleasure wove and unwove. His calloused hands kneaded your breasts like a baker kneading his dough. He rolled your erect nipples between his fingers making you shriek.

All of a sudden Matt flipped you and pushed your body towards the window, your boobs pressed onto the glass as he pulled your waist against his fully hard cock.

“Matt. Matt, what are you doing?”

“I told you. I’m having my way with you.”

“But, Matty! Against the window? Are you insane? What if someone sees Matt?”

“Should’ve thought about that before you pulled that little stunt sweetheart.” Matt leaned down and whispered into your ears. You watched through the corner of your eyes as he pulled down his boxers and pants. His painfully thick cock sprang free from its restraints.

“Plus, I’d never let anyone see my beautiful girl now, will I?” Matt said, stroking himself.

He put two of his fingers into your mouth asking you to lather your saliva onto them.

“Good girl. Now be my sweet little slut and open your legs wide.”

Your hands found their purchase on the glass as Matt teased your entrance with his swollen head. You pressed your heat onto him, begging him to fill you up already.

“Use your words.” Matt grunted.

“Uhhh...please Matty. Fuck me already!” Your words came out as a cry as Matt finally pushed himself into you, stretching you out.

His hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you with a painfully slow pace. Your mewls matched the tempo of his thrusts. You pushed your hip towards him and increased the pace as you fucked yourself on his girth.

Matt’s hand snaked around your neck and pulled your head back as his hips snapped into you breaking your movements and resuming his own. Matt’s thrusts were hard and slow.

“Matt, oh god! Faster. I need you to go faster.” you choked onto your words feeling his fingers press into your neck.

Matt obeyed your words and increased his pace but never stopped the force of his pumps.

Your stimulated pussy was clenching around Matt’s thickness. You were close to cumming, again.

The sounds of your sweet sobs and Matt’s hoarse grunts echoed through his tiny office.

You took one hand off of the window and rubbed your clit, trying to bring yourself closer to your release. Matt pulled your hand off and placed it back on the window and leaned on you, the slick on your fingers made impressions on the glass.

“No. Leave it to me.”

You scream in pleasure as Matt’s sturdy fingers circled your swollen bud. He drew mesmerising patterns on them, making your head spin.

The financial office next door was still working and you didn’t want them to know how you were being ruined in this little law firm. You swallowed your moans and left out broken cries but Matt had other ideas.

“Don’t hold back, darling. I know you want to scream my name- Ahhh fuck” Matt moaned as your walls fluttered around him.

“I want them to know what a perfect little girl you are.” Matt’s voice was breathy as he struggled to keep his composure.

Your debauched whimpers echoed like a mesmerising melody.

"Say my name. Louder, I want them to hear you. I want them to know who's destroying your sweet little cunt"

“Ahhhh, Maaatt. Oh gods! Yes!” pleasure rang in your ears as Matt thrusted into you mercilessly.

Matt pulled out and turned you around to face him, nudging you to jump. He pushed you against the translucent glass of his office. Your legs locked behind him, pushing him closer to you, almost merging with your body. Matt's hands rested on your ass, supporting your weight on him, while his mouth created sinful patterns on your neck and collar bone.

"You can take it baby, don't you wanna be a good girl for me?"

A desperate moan escaped your mouth in response.

He knew you were close. He knew you were breaking under his hold but he wanted to push you further. It was only right considering what you had been doing to him all afternoon.

You thread your hands in his hair and pull on to it as he repeatedly hits your swollen walls. His face now rested in the cavity of your chest, smushed between your breasts. His strained grunts vibrated through your chest and hit a spot in your stomach, erupting butterflies.

He sucked on your right breast causing a shudder to run through your enveloped body. Your mouth hung open, the blinding pleasure taking your ability to make sounds away from you. Your wet walls clenched around Matt's thick cock.

"Oh, you're so wet for me, you're just my little fucktoy aren't you? I know you can cum for me one more time. Please sweetheart. Let me hear you. Let me taste you."

"Ah, Ma-aatt! Oh I- I am so- So close" your words were breathy and broken. You looked down at Matt's blissed out expression.

He was very close, too. He was ready to shatter under your soft grasp. But he wanted you to coat him in your juices before he released his inhibitions into you.

You were entranced in all the sounds you were evoking from Matt. His moans, his sobs, his grunts, his words broken by your passionate assault, the sloppy sound of your skin slapping against his. The greatest music composition would lower its head in shame to all the sounds he made.

Matt was in a trance himself. Your sweet smell mixed with his tart taste, your almost inaudible squeaks, your pleased hums, all your desperate, filthy noises flooded his senses.

Matt’s coordinated and reckless pounding stuttered as beams of bliss lighted him from the inside.

“I- I’m gon- gonna cum. Sweetheart, I- oh God I want to fill you up. Can I?” Matt’s restrained voice, and breathless grunts pushed you closer to your edge.

“Yes! Please, Matthew!” you shrieked as you felt Matt twitch inside your compressing walls. Your nails clawed into his shirt covered shoulders making Matt hiss in pain.

“Please, counsellor, cum for me! Cum inside me!”

You screamed blissfully as your juice flushed out onto his cock buried deep in you. Matt let go of all his restraints as he bucked his hips a few times and released his salty essence into your velvety walls.

You both stayed glued together trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs.

Matt buried his face as he released puffs of hot air on your neck and you rested your head on his trying to sober up from the endorphin rush.

“I think I should pay more visits during lunch breaks” you said, still breathless from your acts of passion.

“Yeah, you should” Matt chuckled and kissed the sensitive spot behind your ear.

He placed you down, steadying you in his arms as your legs wobbled.

“Lift your leg” Matt said, taking your panties from his pocket and pulling them up. He halted mid thigh and ran a single finger along the length, gathering his cum dripping out of your pussy. He stood up and without needing any instructions you opened your mouth and sucked his finger clean.

“Such a good girl. My good girl.” He said as he pecked your lips. You shivered as he spoke and reached down to pull your panties up.

You both cleaned yourself up and Matt cleaned his office while you went on to wash your face in the kitchenette.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Matt stood by the door with his cane in one hand and your bag in the another.

“Mhmm” you hummed taking your bag from him and looped your hand in his arm.

“Now, we must hurry.” Matt sounded impatient.

“Why? What happened? Is everything okay?”

“Oh no, it’s not. I’m not done with you yet.” Matt kissed the corner of your lips and walked by your side with a cheeky grin.

A shy smile crept up your lips as you shook your head. His poor neighbours were going to complain tomorrow morning.

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twodarnhaught · 2 years

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joelsdagger · 3 months

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all the things i would do

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: porn no plot. joel finds an article of clothing of yours and there’s nothing holding him back once he gets his hands on them.

rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI

content warnings: [Post Outbreak], established relationship, implied age gap (25+ years), joel is canon age, slightly domestic joel (blink and it’s gone), joel has a panty kink, panty sniffing, masturbation (m), soft dom!joel, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, pet names (use of baby, sweet baby, sweetheart, love), smidgen of fluff (these two are so in love it’s sickening), an inkling of a size kink (but in my head joel’s at least 6’5, he’s a BIG big man in my brain), joel’s filthy mouth, praise kink, hint of sub!joel, nipple play, one use of the word ‘Daddy’ (moots don’t look at me I couldn’t help it), slight tummy kink/tummy worship, cum eating. No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader other than having hair long enough that it’s past her shoulders.

word count: 3.1k

A/N: so, a few things before we get started. i’m new to writing fics and this is my first time publicly putting out a fic that wasn’t just for shits and giggles for my friends and i and i’m so fucking nervous like the amount of times i’ve panicked over this is a little embarrassing to admit but we ball. that being said, i love and welcome constructive criticism as long as you’re nice about it. there was an alternative version of this, it’s more like a deviation (literally sitting in my drafts as we speak) but reader is more involved in the situation, if y’all still wanna read that, just let me know and i’ll work on getting it out for you guys. finally, shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo for encouraging me to actually write this all those months ago and for all your brilliant ideas and encouragement and practically holding my hand through it since day one, @aurasjournal for being such a gem and helping me with the cover for this fic and hyping me up, and thank you to @papurgaatika and @nevergoingbacknowshine for being so kind and encouraging and listening to my 3am rants when i was anxious. another big thank you to kat, aura, and naya for beta reading and helping me during the editing process. all four of you have been absolute sweethearts despite me being a pussy about posting this. okay i’m done rambling, enjoy some of the filth that constantly plagues my brain <3

Joel’s eyes blink open slowly, the sun peeks into the bedroom through the curtains across the room. For a moment he searches for you beside him, but remembers you’ve already left for the day out on patrol duty. Joel harrumphs, still bothered over letting you and Ellie bully him out of his patrol duties. “You’ve been hurting yourself too much baby,” You had told him a few weeks ago over breakfast. “Yeah, you’re an old man now. You fall over one more time and you’re done.” Ellie snickers from her seat in the kitchen. Joel just rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the dishes, but you had caught the small grin on his face when he turned his head back to the sink. Against the two of you, Joel never stood a chance.

Joel drags himself out of bed towards his dresser to grab a new set of clothes. He throws on a blue shirt that fits a little snug on his well built form, the thin material stretches over his broad shoulders, across his strong back, and pulls taut over his biceps and he grunts as he pulls a pair of dark wash jeans over his strong, thick thighs, securing them in place with a distressed leather belt that he’s had for years. Once he’s dressed, he takes in the mess in the room. He notices both of your clothes from the night before are still scattered around the room. He bends down to pick them up, he grunts as his knees pop when he stands back up. He starts gathering them up to toss them into the hamper already overflowing with clothes. The last article of clothing out of place is yours. Your black lace panties on the armchair in the corner. He grabs them and his eyes widen when he feels it, the center still wet from him making you come earlier. His cock instantly hardened in his jeans.

Joel turns on his heel and in just a few long strides he’s in your shared bathroom. He deliberately avoids the mirror, knowing that if he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror he’ll disgust himself even more. Briskly, he sets the laundry hamper on the tile near the bathtub. Joel brings the thin black lace up to his face, closes his eyes and he sniffs them, breathing you in completely. He groans at the scent of you. His cock painfully hard now. He knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. He’s addicted to you and he knows he can’t wait til you get home. He knows he can’t wait to have his way with you, dig into you any way that you will let him. So, without another second of hesitation, Joel unbuckles his belt, a clink from the metal hitting the edge of the counter, unzips his jeans and takes his thick, heavy cock out, and then brings your soaked panties to his angry, leaking tip. His precum meets the wetness of your panties and he hisses at the feeling. With the wetness of the gusset of your panties acting as a lubricant, Joel begins to slowly stroke himself, wanting to take his time, savoring every feeling, relishing in it. Joel soon becomes too desperate for release, he quickly loses control, his hips moving faster to fuck his hand, his hand tightening around his cock, the grip almost painful now. His eyes are screwed shut, as he throws his head back, the night before instantly replaying in his head.

He had just gotten out of the shower to find you sprawled out on your stomach on your side of the bed, ankles crossed in the air. He rakes his eyes over your form until his eyes land on your ass. You were wearing the panties he was currently fucking his hand with. You didn’t notice him stepping out of the bathroom, too busy looking at the photo album you had just put together. It’s relatively new, most of the pages empty, yet you were looking at the photos you had taken earlier that week at the Tipsy Bison. The one that had your attention was a photo of you and Joel that Ellie had taken. Neither of you looked at the camera, the photo had captured you mid-laugh, head tilting back, eyes shut, it was a full belly laugh at something Joel had said. Joel’s arm was around your shoulder tucking you into his side, smiling down at you, a rare type of smile, one reserved only for you.

Leaning on the entryway, his arms crossed over his broad, tanned chest, he smiles at the view. You’re in nothing but your panties in his bed, in his home. His feet move without thinking, walking over to you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, tracing his fingers over your soft supple skin down your back and over the lace of your panties, and lightly pinches your ass. “So pretty sweet baby,” he says shyly, almost like he’s speaking to himself. You turn your head to look up at him, smiling. Wordlessly, he took the photo album from your hands, placing it on your nightstand. He gets in the bed, carefully sitting on his knees while attempting to avoid loosening the off-white towel around his waist. You roll onto your back to face him, his silver curls still damp from the shower as water still drips onto his strong shoulders. He combs his hair back after a shower and the ends tend to curl up around his ears. It’s been months since you last cut his hair but you like his hair longer, you had whispered to him in the darkness of your bedroom, your naked, sweaty limbs tangled up together between his sheets. From that night on he hasn’t asked you to cut it for him. He likes it because you like it.

While you’re busy ogling him, Joel’s hands immediately reach to trace the floral lace pattern before toying with the little satin black bow at the center front. His rough, calloused hands slide up your bare thighs, wrapping his large hands around your thighs and he pries open your legs, his hazel eyes locked in on your center like a bullseye and you notice the cocky smirk he’s got plastered on his face, pleased with himself that he’s already got you wet for him.

He brings two thick fingers to slide over your covered cunt. He feels the wetness on the material and he pulls back to look up at you and finds your attention on his fingers. “What a mess you made, pretty girl,” he murmurs. You’re watching the movement of his fingers, entranced by his fingers teasing your pussy as he glides them up and down your slit. He clicks his tongue at you, “so wet for me huh baby? Always so wet for me. So perfect,” he smirks to himself as he gently pulls your panties to the side, revealing your aching, needy cunt. He lowers his head placing gentle kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his lips tracing and peppering your skin all the way towards your center, his mouth hovering over the place you need him most and you shiver beneath him.

“Joel,” you whisper, he chuckles seeing you all worked up for him. “Baby please,” you whimper.

“What is it baby?” he tuts, “use your words, sweet girl,” he tilts his head slightly with a smug grin on his face. His fingers move up and down your folds.

“N-need them inside me, p-please,” you whimper as you claw at his forearms, clutching them for stability.

“Alright baby, lemme taste her first,” He lays flat on his stomach, moves his arms under your legs, and hoists them up over his broad shoulders. He lowers his mouth onto your cunt and the tip of his tongue licks through your folds. He hums at the sweet taste of you on his tongue. He flattens his tongue and licks a long thick stripe and he groans lowly, the vibrations making you squirm under him.

“Fuck, more baby,” you beg. You gasp at the hook of his nose bumping your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, eyes closing swiftly, brows furrowed as you let out a loud moan.

“There she is,” he smirks. He flicks his tongue over your clit. His eyes slip closed as he relishes in the noises leaving your mouth, like music to his ears. Your hips buck up into his face, selfishly grinding your cunt for more. Joel’s eyes flicker back up your face, “eyes on me sweetheart,” he murmurs. Your eyes snap open to watch him as he brings his fingers back up to your cunt, two thick fingers dip into you and you can hear the wet squelch as he eases his fingers in, simultaneously, he circles his tongue around your clit. He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of you, his tongue lapping at your cunt. You feel the pressure building up more intensely inside of your belly and then you’re chanting his name as he curls his fingers inside you, petting at the spongy spot he knows will break you. He closes his mouth around your clit and he sucks hard.

“Fuck, Joel, yes yes,” Your hips bucking up into his face, your legs start to shake as you come on his face and your cunt tightening around his fingers, a loud strangled moan filling the air.

“That’s my girl,” he says as he watches you gasp above him, pressing a quick kiss to your clit. Your eyes flutter open just in time to see him removing his fingers, all wet and shiny, and putting them in his slick covered mouth, sucking them clean.

Softly, he grabs your ankles, pulling you down towards the edge of the bed eliciting a giggle. His favorite sound…well one of his favorites. His favorite being the next sound that comes out of your mouth when he quickly pulls your panties down. He sees the wet shine of your cum in the center and his face lights up with glee. “You made such a mess ‘a your panties, baby,” he tuts before tossing them across the room. He unties the towel from his waist and lets it fall and it pools around his legs, revealing his thick, heavy cock, the tip angry and beads of precum seeping out of the slit. You place your hands around your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, presenting your already spent pussy to him once again and he groans roughly.

He leans forward, his fingers running through your folds once more, and you quiver at his touch. He gathers your cum on his fingers and strokes himself twice before he dips the wide tip of his cock inside of you. A whine leaves your lips. That. That was his favorite sound. He doesn’t push in further… he doesn’t move an inch. He’s teasing you…wants you to ask nicely for it. Like clockwork his voice laced with honey he says “Ask for it baby, ask for my cock.”

Desperate, you whine again “please joel… I need your cock.” Your needy fingers trail lightly over his soft belly, sitting up slightly, you place soft kisses from his belly button down to the dark patch of hair above his cock, his body trembles at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his belly and a breathy moan escapes his lips. He laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hands near your head, his large form encompassing your smaller frame, he lowers himself down over you, his lips brushing against yours. “Baby, please. Please fuck my pussy” you mewl. He pushes his cock deeper, deeper, and deeper til the head of his cock kisses your cervix, provoking a loud groan from him against your ear as he nestles himself into you, where he belongs.

“See baby all you had to do was ask politely” Joel cooes. He drags his hips back, leaving only his tip inside you once again and you clench around him. “Fuck, goddamn you’re fucking tight,” he grits. Slowly he starts thrusting his tip in and out.

You whine again, “Baby don’t be mean. I want all of it.”

“Shh..I know baby, I know,” he soothes. Then in one long single thrust, he wedges his cock back inside of you to the hilt, bottoming out into your cunt, hitting the spot that only he knows with a loud ragged groan into the crook of your neck. His cock is stretching you out, feeling every twitch, he’s everywhere and it’s overwhelming. He hitches your legs up towards your chest, opening you up more, your chest pressed tightly against his, he drags the weight of his cock languidly between your slick, moaning at the wet sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room.

When you look up at him it’s like you can see a lightbulb go off in his head and before you know it, Joel’s large hands grab the swell of your ass, he picks you up, and repositions you both so he’s on his back and has you sitting on his thick cock. He wants you to ride him. In this position you can feel him in the deepest parts of your belly and it hurts just a little bit but you find pleasure in it, you always have.

Leaning forward, you place your hands on the headboard and arching your back a bit more, Joel's head falls back down onto the pillows. At the sudden change of the angle, his eyes shut for just a second before he’s snapping them right back open. He doesn’t want to miss a single thing. He wants to see it all. He watches how your breasts bounce as you move and quickly, he leans up to catch a nipple in his mouth. He’s licking and sucking all over your pebbled nipple and then his teeth graze along the hardened peak before swiftly pulling it between his teeth. He moves onto the other and he flicks his tongue over your nipple, he sucks and nips at it lightly before he lets your tit fall from his mouth, admiring the slight bounce of your breast before his eyes lock in on your face, watching your face contort and your mouth open while you seek your high. It's his favorite thing, watching you like this.

“Jesus Christ, look at you, you’re takin’ me so well,” he groans.

The grip of his hands on your hips tightens but doesn’t guide you, just seeks some ounce of control. You lean forward more so your clit brushes ever so slightly against the dark patch of curls at his base. The friction makes you approach your orgasm quickly. Joel’s eyes flicker down to where you two are connected, taking pleasure in seeing his cock splitting you open, watching as it disappears deep inside of you.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck….use me. Fuck yourself on daddy’s cock, atta girl,” You roll your hips faster, grinding harder on his cock, greedy and desperate to come again. “C’mon baby, come all over my cock.”

His words and your clit repeatedly pressing against him make your hips stutter and you clench around him as your orgasm finally washes over you, harder than before. Your body goes limp on his chest. Joel doesn’t let up, he grabs your thighs and lifts his hips, relentlessly fucking his cock up into you. His cock slams into you so hard the wet slapping sound of your bodies fills the room.

You turn your head and press your lips to his ear, nipping at his earlobe, you spur him on “c’mon Joel, come for me baby,” you softly rasp. “C’mon baby, for me, do it for me love,” you whisper and he whimpers, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic. You bite down on his shoulder to muffle the whines that leave your mouth as he fucks into you harder, your walls tighten around him, his cock twitches inside you before he hastily pulls out with a long pained groan and with his cock between your bodies, his cum spurts out, thick and warm, coating his stomach. A moment passes and you lower your lips down his chest, feeling the rough edges of his skin underneath your lips as you pepper open mouthed kisses along his strong torso, the soft skin of his belly, over the jagged scar on his lower abdomen, all the way down his happy trail, you feel him shiver beneath you.

You sit up on his thighs, locking your eyes with his, you bring your fingers down to his cum on his stomach. You look back up at him, your gaze meeting his as you swirl your fingers twice in his spend and bring your shiny, sticky coated fingers up to your mouth, closing your lips around your fingers, sucking them clean. His mouth agape, he’s staring back at you while you use your fingers to lick up his cum, “dirty girl, one’a these days you’re gonna gimme a heart attack woman,” he groans.

The memory of it all…you riding him, your naked breasts bouncing, his cock impaling you, watching it disappear inside you over and over, your cunt clamping down around his cock and the echo of your moans as you came last night playing in his head sends him hurtling over the edge.

His cock twitches in his hand, his other hand slamming down on the counter, he groans your name raggedly and his thighs quiver as he comes hard into his fist, harder than he ever has when jerking himself off. He pumps his release into your panties, hot, thick ropes of his cum painting your panties. His cum spurting out seemingly endless for a man his age.

If you were here in front of him he would pull the fabric up over your thighs, making you wear your cum filled panties before going about the rest of your day.

But you’re not here so instead he brings the cum soaked panties up to his face, eyeing his spend and your wetness for a moment. He stops himself and contemplates the idea in his head as he eyes the glistening sheen over the center. Just as quickly as the thought infiltrated his head, he decides against it and bunches up the thin material and tosses them in the old laundry basket sat in the corner of your shared bathroom. Joel tucks himself back into his jeans, washes his hands, limping slightly as he walks out of your bedroom and closes the door behind him leaving your laundry for another day.

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thots on kitty!bakugou getting his nipples played with for the first time? feels so good it scares him, i bet. good enough to break down his sense of pride to beg for you to get your wrap? hehe

𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

Pairing: Sub! Bottom! Cat Hybrid! Bakugou x Dom! Top! AFAB! Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Pegging, HEAVY nipple play, anal play, mention of collar, katsuki swears in like every sentence, nickname "kitty", hints of sadistic reader, pain/pleasure play ig.

A/N: I kinda changed it up just a tad anon im sorry lol. but i loved this idea so much i had to turn it into a fic. damn another fic that is not a kinktober one, ughhh

Your kitty has a very sensitive chest. Of course, Bakugou would never tell you this. You have a problem with bullying him a little bit, poking fun at him until he hisses at you, or teasing his body until he cries from frustration. Telling you about his nipples is a one-way ticket to mewling under you. He's not taking that ride.

So he hides it. Relatively well too; he tries his best not to press his ears back and whimper when you accidentally graze one of the buds. Instead, moving your hand away from his chest either up to his collar or beneath his pants.

You never suspected a thing. Just how Katsuki like it.

"Kitty, I'm home!" You chirp, opening the front door with a small content smile on your face. Katsuki peers up at you from the couch where he was napping, a frown plastered on his face.

"Why did you take so fucking long?" He complains, automatically getting up from the couch, and making his way over to you. He leans slightly leans down, and your hand reaches up to pet him. His ears twitch and he lets a gruff sigh at the feeling of your fingers.

"Sorry, Kats. There was a car accident on the way home. Traffic was bad. But anyways, how are you?"

He pulls away from you before he starts purring, his pride getting the better of him. "Fine. Dinner is getting cold."

He walks away toward the kitchen before you can respond, fixing you a plate while you sigh and slump against the dinner table chair. He sits down next to you, and you thank him. He lets out a grunt in response. The best you'll get out of him.

Dinner goes down relatively quietly. Katsuki isn't much of a talker, and you were tired from the day. You needed a little bit of energy before holding a conversation between you too.

"Want to do it tonight," He says finally breaking the comforting silence.

You pause, looking up with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but his cheeks are slightly pink. He tries to act all bold, but both of you know he always is so embarrassed to suggest these things. A prime subject to tease. "Do what?"

His ears fall back and he glares at you. "You know what."

You balance your head on your hand. "Hm?"

"Want to...Fuck." He sighs, staring at his bowl with bared teeth.

"You want me to fuck you?" You say, now grinning at him.

Katsuki dramatically stands up from the table, his face now blooming red. He leaves the bowl on the table, and his tail sways behind him.

"Never mind. I'm going to bed."

You are up in an instant, chasing after him before he gets too far. Without really thinking much of it, you reach out from behind him and grab his chest, pulling his back against your front.

Katsuki doesn't have time to hide himself. He feels your hands grip accidentally grip his nipple, and he whimpers. Loud and shakily, while his eyes furrow to process the overbearing feeling.

The two of you freeze, both with wide eyes. He doesn't dare to move, afraid of what you'll say.

You loosen your grip slightly on his chest, and he lets out a breath of relief. But you don't dare to let him go, now intrigued. Slowly, your hands begin to run over his chest, taking notice of the way his breath hitches when you hit his nipples.

Your face curls with a feral grin, happy to find something new about your pet. "Oh, Kats. You didn't tell me you were so sensitive here."

His ears are pinned to his head, and he gulps. "Fuck you. 'm not"

You gently pinch his right nipple and his eyes widen, a broken whine falling from his lips. "Hmm? You sure, love?"

"Don't do that!" He pleads as he shrinks away from your fingers and into your chest, afraid you'll pinch him again.

You press a kiss to his neck in apology. Then you grab his hand and lead him into the bedroom. "Let's go fulfill your request, yeah kitty?"

He stares at the hand and then you, nervously. He knows you are going to abuse him, and he's not sure if he can take it, but on the other hand, he really wants to be fucked.

He's willing to take the risk. "Alright."

You know too much. Another thing to hold above his head. How is he ever going to escape your cruel hands if his body is so complaint with them?

"Fuck you! S-Stop! The teeth."

Your mouth has made his way to his chest in a matter of minutes of the two of you being in the bedroom. He is laying limp against the mattress, and your finger is moving in and out of his hole, prepping him for later.

But your current fixation was seeing how far he can go with his tits solely. You are still working on the intensity, and seeming to how Katsuki is dripping tears, it's probably too much for him. Your teeth barely even grazed him. "My fault. Didn't mean to, shhh don’t cry kitty."

He clenches his teeth together and the back of his arm covers his face, embarrassed about the tears You begin kitten licking the nipple and he sniffles, being okay with this sort of pressure.

Gently, you reassure yourself and your fingers continue their prodding. He has already taken two of them, and now you are scissoring the hole. He was taking them well, moaning gently under you with no complaint.

You gently begin to to suck, and the cat let's out a shaky moan. Not a whimper or a cry, a better sign. Your other hand travels to his other side and you gently travel circles around the pink nub. His back arches slightly and his mouth opens.

“There ya go. See we did it Kats. Doesn't hurt so bad now, hmm?”

He gulps, slightly gripping onto the sheets from the prodding sensation and your antics on his chest. It's overwhelming him, and he is struggling to bite back moans. “Dumbass. Just be gentle.” His voice doesn't hold a bite, instead it's higher in pitch and shaky.

Cute. But he always was, unitentionally of course. His pride is to big to try to act cute sole for you (even if you begged him multiple times).

He keens when you press your fingers onto his prostate, clenching his teeth with his ears pressed against the top of his head. You immediately distract him from the sensation by gently sucking his nipple.

His eyes fling open in an instant, and he choking out moans. "Not at the same time!"

You ignore his pleads, and switch to the other side. He grabs the back of your head and grips onto it desperately. The feeling makes you wince, but you don't stop your movements.

Eventually when it gets too much for the cat, he forces you away from his chest. You glance at him, slightly peeved, but your eyes widen at the sight.

Tears are streaming down his face, and he's trembling. His ears are pressed flat upon his head, and drool slightly drips from the corner of his lips. He is shaking his head at you, slowly but full of emotions. "No more. No more. 's too much. Just fuck me already!"

You peer down at his chest to see both of the nubs swollen and throbbing. You have abused them for too long, and it almost made you feel bad. Your poor kitty didn't deserve this, but alas, his wet teary eyes made it worth it. You couldn’t help but bully him if he looked so cute.

But, you take pity on him, and grab the strap, lubing it up, along with his entrance. He bites back a whimper at the coolness, but you force it out when you press a kiss to his thighs.

You pull your fingers out and he lets out an obviously displeased noise, trying to follow the digits. "So needy," You coo, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but blushing.

Then you line the toy up to his hole, and his ear twitch. He gulps and stares at the silicon, trying to contain his excitement. You begin to press it in, and he sighs, closing his eyes.

Slowly, you bottom out, and the cat lets out a breathy moan. A finger travels up to his chest again, and he jumps when you drag it over again. "Not—Not again."

You lean forward, now completely above him, waiting for him to adjust to the length. You circle the bud and kiss his cheek when he whines out. "Cant' help myself. You're so cute, Kats."

"F-Fuck you! Stop teasing me," He warbles, his eyes hazy and lips wet from his own saliva.

You begin your movements and he clings onto you. His mouth flies open, exposing his pointed canines that you are so fond of. "Such a cute kitty with such an adorable, sensitive body. I'm so spoiled."

He shakes his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Just shut up, and fuck me!"

You giggle into his neck, and pinch one of his nipples. His whole body jerks and whines, loud and pathetic. He trembles under you and glares at you, which doesn't look threatening at all considering they are wet from tears. "Be nice Katsuki."

He doesn't say anything, afraid you'll pinch him again. Instead, he nods his head and wraps his legs around your hips, silently signaling he wants more and quickly.

You abide his wishes and quicken your pace, and he mewls out, latching his mouth onto your shoulder. You grin at him and kiss the side of his head, mumbling words of encouragement.

His grinds himself on the strap, and his eyes roll at the feeling of his throbbing cock rubbing against your stomach. Mixed with earlier teasing, he felt like he was already close to cumming. He grips onto you and begins to beg for you to go faster.

But much to his dismay, you don't listen to him. Instead, you purr in his ear, "Katsuki~"

He clenches his teeth at the thrust, but whines at your words. Something bad was coming, he could tell. "Hmm?"

"Touch yourself."

He doesn't hesitate to reach down and begin stroking himself off, but you catch his wrist with the first stroke. He gulps and glances at you hesitantly.

You stare at him, smiling softly. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to his ears. "Your nipples, silly."

Your pace hasn't slowed and he can barely process your words, but the way you drag his fingers back to his chest lets him know exactly what you want.

He shakes his head furiously, clinging onto you. "Nooooooooo. Fuck, they hurt!"

You balance yourself on you forearm above him, and use your other to thumb over one of the buds. He moans, slightly arching his back. "They won't. See? Gotta be gentle, love."

He looks up at you with a pout and teary eyes, but nods hesitantly. His hands travel down to his chest, and he uses both hands to trace circles on them. The blonde whimpers out, shutting his eyes to try to manage the strange mix of pain and pleasure.

You finally quicken your pace, and Bakugou groans, not knowing what to with his body. He feels the sticky feeling of pre cum leaking on his abdomen, but his hands are too busy to wipe it away.

"m gonna cum."

"Are you asking for permission?"

He wasn't, and the both of you knew that. "Y-Yeah."

You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his tear stained lips. "As long as you touch your nipples through it all."

He wants to protest, already feeling overstimulated from both of the intense pleasures, but he also wants to cum. So, he nods with a sniffle. You rub you fingers over his twitching ears, and he leans into the warmth.

The pressure begins to build up, and hes now gently flicking his nipples. Hes withering from his own ministrations, and the ruthless pace of your strap isn't helping at all. Every breath is a moan, or a whine, and he shivering. "Fuck. Fuck. Im cumming. I can't!"

"Go ahead, kitty."

His whole body contracts, and his eyes screw shut. It tears viciously through him, and he's crying out. Its loud, high in pitched, but cute.

His hands clench up on his nipples, so you lean down and press your mouth to one. His shaky hands find the back of your hand and he curses, back now arching completely off the sheets.

Cum leaks onto his stomach, and some onto yours. His tail goes pin straight, and his ears are pinned to his head.

His high lasts longer than usual, about thirty seconds, and by the end of it his clinging onto you desperately while you coo at him.

When he comes down from his orgasm, he is heaving, trying to catch his breath again. You gently pull out during this time and he lets out a small gasp, but other than that doesn't complain. He falls limp against the bed, his body sweaty and flushed.

You take off the strap and begin to wipe him down with a washcloth, humming softly in your work. You are careful to leave his nipples alone, knowing hell prob freak out if you even graze them now. They are puffy and red, and most likely throbbing.

"You with me Katsuki?" You say, glancing hesitantly at him, almost feeling bad about his chest.

"Yeah, I'm here, you brat."

You laugh gently, glad your cat is back to his usual antics. "Ironic," You tease, grinning at him.

He doesn't find it funny. "Hey fuck you. I listened well today! Even after you tried torturing me." The last part comes out as a mumble, pouting into his pillow.

Your eyes whole a sadistic glaze to them, and he gulps, wondering what you are going to say next. "If you think thats torture, oh kitty, what do you think we buy you some nipple clamps?"

He throws a pillow at you and hisses before you could finish your next thought.

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zanarkandskylines · 3 months

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Sticky Heat

『♡』 fem!reader x bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ Senior year of UA | Aged-Up to 18 ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡

summary: on a hot summer day, fem!reader is frustrated while studying for the written portion of finals during their senior year of UA High. bakugo has a simple solution to help her relax - just a quick trip to the vending machines outside for a "drink." tags & warnings: 18+ MDNI | CW; Smut - oral (give/receive), semi-voyeurism, dirty talk, cumplay (kind of), praise, minor dom/brat dynamic, lots of teasing | fluff, lovers (bf/gf), somewhat porn-with-plot, threat of getting caught, midoriya and todoroki are goofballs a/n: katsuki is the world’s biggest tease in my mind until you challenge him on it, then he melts over the competitiveness of who can unravel who first! ** this is also my first attempt at smut lmao so !! ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 3,111 ꒱

“Goddammit!” you curse abruptly, startling Bakugo out of his study trance.

“Th’ fucks your issue?” he asks, irritated.

You huff, slamming the textbook in front of you shut. “I’m never gonna remember any of this shit. I can’t even get my flash cards right.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh, obviously annoyed that you’re being disruptive to his own study session. He couldn’t hold it against you, though, this shit was difficult to memorize.

He stands, the chair beneath him scraping against the floor.

“C’mon, break time.”

You look at him quizzically. “I’m not -“

“Don’t care. Get up.” He’s ordering you and no longer asking.

Fine.

Bakugo grabs your hand, tugging you out of the classroom and downstairs to the vending machine area - a small alcove under the stairs that sits just outside the first floor. He rounds back to the machines and stands there with you for a second. He seems to be…looking around?

“Kat, I’m said not thirst-“

He interrupts you with a devilish, toothy grin - pushing you through the narrow space between the vending machines, following close behind you. Both of you pop into the crawl space under the stairs. It’s large enough to allow you both to stand, but small enough that the machines block the view under the stairway.

With no hesitation, he’s boxing you into the concrete wall, slipping a knee in between your legs to keep them separated.

Oh. Oh. You understand now.

Bakugo’s closing the gap between the two of you, bending down to your ear as his hands greedily roam around atop your uniform. “Now, are you gonna be a good girl and shut the fuck up for 10 minutes, or do I have to shut you up?”

The moan that escapes you is visceral, starving for his touch just at the sound of his husky voice. Fuck, you curse internally - he had you melting in the palm of his hands and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He dives into your neck, nipping playfully at your skin as his left hand trails up your bare thigh, playing with the hemline of your skirt. He licks a stripe from your collarbone back up to your earlobe, a chill - and heat - traveling through you concurrently. His breath his hot against your ear.

“Mmm, there she is.” He growls as his hand leaves your thigh and slips underneath your skirt, teasing your clothed clit. “My good girl.”

You swear you could unravel right then and there, no physical touch needed. Bakugo’s praise is addicting - a high you know you’ll never be able to chase anywhere else. You quiver beneath his touch, sucking the air through your teeth to subdue another moan.

”Hah, Kat…,” you whimper breathlessly, face reddening with embarrassment.

“Yes, baby?” He’s purrs, drinking up every sound spilling from your pretty lips. You can practically feel outline of the shit-eating sneer creeping over his lips as he traces your jawline with his tongue. Hastily, his fingers leave your panties as he’s kneeling down, kissing the plush of your thighs and settling on his knees.

“F-fuck,” you squeak, daring to glance down over your skirt. Bakugo locks his gaze with yours, half-lidded eyes full of hunger - starved, even. Biting your lip, you nod, and that’s all the permission he needs to proceed to devour you like a predator eating his prey.

Before you can even blink, his fingers are tugging your panties down your thighs, practically ripping them from your legs as you hurriedly step out of them. He chuckles to himself as he shoves them in to the pocket of his slacks.

”Maybe you'll get these back later,” he teases.

You make a mental note in your heat-riddled stupor to grab them from him afterward.

Bakugo forcefully lifts your leg over his shoulder to access your already glistening sex, halting for a second before his mouth becomes flush with your skin. The gasp that escapes you as he gives sensually teasing licks to your sticky center fuels his own feral desire, enraptured with how your body reacts to his touch. You’ve been together long enough to know each other’s bodies by heart, but he’ll never grew tired of hearing how easily undone you become when you’re turned on - especially just for him.

His tongue runs over your clit daintily, goading a sensual moan out of you. He continues with lazy strokes, lavishly enjoying all of your mewling and squirming. The thick air of the hot day only added to the pleasure, a glimmer of sweat on your exposed thighs.

God, she tastes fucking heavenly, he heatedly thinks to himself. If allowed, he’d eat you out every fucking day of the week. Who gives a shit about sparring matches when he could be making a mess of you instead?

Lost in the moment, you can't help but roll your hips against his mouth, desperate for him to pick up the pace as your hand tangles in his spiky blonde locks. He groans at your demand, the vibrations edging you closer to your white-hot release. God, you loved when he moaned. It was so fucking hot and sent you catapulting toward your own orgasm on the regular.

"Someone's impatient today," he growls before diving back in-between your thighs.

He slides a finger into your aching heat, curling it inside of you as he continues to suck and lap at your clit at a tantalizing pace. Just as you feel your release approaching, you hear footsteps nearby.

You freeze, your grip in Bakugo’s hair tightening, motioning him to stay completely still. He pauses, leaning back on his knees to look up at you, panting silently. A breath hitches in your throat as you see your juices dripping down his jaw. It catches you so off guard that you only a few seconds to slap your free hand over your mouth - quieting the whore-ish moan that threatens to escape your lips.

He licks his own lips with a satisfactory grin, knowing full well he’s got you right where he wants you.

”Todoroki, what do you want to drink?” you hear Midoriya call out, presumably skimming the drink options in the machine on the other side.

The realization dawns on you that one wrong move - one noise - could draw his attention and catch you in the act. All Midoriya would need to do is peak in-between the machines at the right angle to see your silhouettes.

The thought of getting caught with Bakugo's face covered in your spend is thrilling. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly at the thought, willing it away before your lust-fueled mind can convince you otherwise.

Bakugo sees your reaction, grimacing as he shoots you a salacious glare. It sends another rush of heat to your throbbing center as you pleadingly shake your head ‘no.'

Of course, he doesn’t listen.

Katsuki Bakugo is not patient and always finishes what he starts.

Don’t you fucking dare, Katsuki, I swear to g-

Your thought is cut short as he wiggles the lone finger inside of you, dipping it in and out of your folds. His movements are slow, inaudibly coaxing you along - daring you not to make a sound. You bite your hand, throwing your head back against the wall with a soft thump.

You hear a second set of footsteps, assuming it's Todoroki joining Midoriya to browse through the selection of drinks. How long does it take to pick a damn drink?!

"Green tea sounds nice," Todoroki says, depositing coins into the machine while Midoriya ponders between four options. You pray that he'll become less indecisive in the next few seconds before you unceremoniously crumble where you stand.

Fucking hell, Izuku, just pick something! you scream in your head, cursing his inability to make a simple choice. Granted, he has no idea you are desperately wiling him to leave so you can...finish.

"I'll go with milk tea, then!" Midoriya beams, the machine whirring as the drink is dispensed into the pick up slot.

Please, for fucks sake, leave!

You're too focused on listening to boys that you almost let a whimper slip out when Bakugo stuffs a second finger inside you, greedily recollecting your attention. His fingers curl at your g-spot, reigniting that searing pleasure from earlier within your abdomen.

This is torture.

"Alright, let's head back to the library. Uraraka and Yaoyorozu are waiting for us!"

Fucking finally!

You're almost in the clear, just a little longer...

He slips in a third goddamn finger, your chest heaving at the sudden intensity, eyes rolling in your head with silent ecstasy. You can feel the humidity radiating from his hands as he's knuckle deep, your trembling thighs threatening to give away at any moment. On instinct, you smack your free hand against the back of the vending machine to catch yourself from falling, a loud thud echoing around you two.

Your eyes shoot open in horror as you hear Midoriya from down the hall. “Hey, did you hear that?”

Bakugo ceases his movements, listening for any additional footsteps returning their way.

“It was probably from upstairs, Class B was moving desks around earlier.”

Holy shit - you could kiss Todoroki right now. You’ll have to thank the bastard later…without telling him about what you’re thankful for. They proceed down the hall until you think they’re no longer in earshot.

Not skipping a beat, Bakugo ferociously dives back into your mess of a cunt, removing his fingers with an audible squelch and tongue-fucking you with vigor. The stimulation draws you right back to your tipping point, just about to cross the threshold into orgasm as he bluntly withdraws his tongue. He rocks back on his knees again, shoving two digits back into your sweltering sex as he glares up at you.

“Go on baby - beg.” His words drip with carnality, a sinful gleam reflecting in his ruby irises as his fingers continue to slide in and out of you, your slick walls madly pulsing around them.

You have no will left in you to protest, not even playfully. You could faint with the way he’s staring at you, proudly displaying his achievement thus far all over his face.

”Oh my fuck-god dammit, Kat, please,” you plead, as hushed as possible. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Please what?” He leans forward, swiping a flick of his tongue across your clit.

God, you could punch him right now if you weren’t so fucking horny.

“Please make me come already, Katsuki - fuck!”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

Bakugo replaces his fingers with his tongue for a final time, rotating from your clit to your entrance in fluid motions. His actions are getting sloppier as his own desire takes over, another moan pouring out of him as you clench your fingers in his hair. Your skin begins to prickle, a heat rash (in two senses) spreading flush all over your body. The noises spilling out of you are incoherent, no longer in control of your own volume. You smack a hand over your mouth a second time to muffle yourself when you feel Bakugo’s hand blindly smack at your arm.

“I wanna hear your pretty ass moans,” he demands as he bites at your thigh. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare shut up now.”

That’s more than enough to thrust you over the edge.

The thread tugging in your core snaps with one final roll of your hips against him, a wave of euphoria washing over you - leaving you feverish against the summer heat. He can feel your walls clench around his tongue as your body convulses. His fingers dig into your thighs, supporting your weight on his one shoulder as your body becomes boneless, legs shaking as he drinks in your arousal. You brace yourself against the wall with your free hand, the other still blissfully entwined in his hair.

The fireworks in your stomach begin to die down as your orgasm wains, trying to catch your breath as a bead of sweat runs from your forehead and over your temple. Bakugo laps at your slit unhurriedly before sitting back with your leg still whisked over his shoulder. He’s panting, and fuck, that will never not be hot, with a few drops of sweat emerging from his hairline and settling at his jaw.

You swing your leg off his shoulder with the shred of energy left in your body and stumble to a somewhat upright position.

“Christ, Kats-,” you begin to whisper as Bakugo stands to his feet, yanking you off the wall and flush against his own body. He cups your chin in his hands, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

"You're fucking gorgeous."

You don’t even have a moment to process his words as he’s aggressively colliding his lips with yours, hands knotted in your hair to pull you further into him.

The kiss is electrifying, dripping with desire as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip to persuade you to invite him in. The taste of your own release on his lips and tongue is intoxicating, the tangy and salty essence driving you to wildly moan into the kiss. He pulls on your hair a second time, drunk on the lustful emotions swirling between the two of you.

That’s when you decide to surprise him.

He’d never ask for anything in return when pleasuring you, adamant on the fact that it never needed to be reciprocated. So whenever you did, it fueled a fire that only you knew how to ignite in him.

You break the kiss fleetingly, taking the second to catch your breath as you spin Bakugo around to the wall, his back slamming up against it with a heavy thud.

Shit. You may or may not have just knocked the wind out of him and ruined the moment.

Or so you thought.

Much to your surprise, his chest is heaving, cheeks ruddy - crimson stare fixated on you, anxiously anticipating your next move. Having him at your mercy never ceases to leave you mesmerized. His hands are on the wall behind him, bracing himself as if he'll fall through it at any moment.

Bakugo's about to say something until you leisurely lick from the bottom of his chin up to his lips, lapping up the leftover dribbles of your own climax off his face, biting at his bottom lip before moving to his collarbone. Lucky for you, he always keeps the top buttons undone on his uniform in the summer, leaving his collar loose enough to pull aside. You sink your teeth into the crook of his neck, eliciting a deliciously sinful moan from him.

You can't help but wonder if anyone heard, considering his natural volume is 110%. But at this point? You don't fucking care.

"Mmm, seems like I'm not the only one with pretty moans."

A slur of colorful curses are leaving his swollen lips as you trail your hands over his chest, and when he feels your fingers delicately trace the outlines of his clothed nipples, he jolts. He'd never admit how fucking hard he gets when you play with them, the stimulation shooting directly into his groin.

Before Bakugo can vocalizes the pleasure, you capture his lips again, suppressing the loud groan erupting from his throat. When you part, all he can mutter are hot pants of your name and a few mumbled 'fuck's between baited breath.

"God, Katsuki, you're so fucking hot when you're coming undone," you hum, fumbling with the belt of his slacks. He's speechless, his hands furiously pawing at his belt as he slides his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop. When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his entire body jerks forward. Not even a second passes before he's jutting his hips against your palm, desperate for friction.

"Now look who's begging?" Your sultry words have him biting his lower lip, eyes screwed tight as his cheeks now glow scarlet.

"I-in...yo-ah...fu-fuckin' drea-ah-ms," Bakugo stutters, making an attempt to regain his composure. It swiftly disintegrates when he notices you taking a knee to the ground. His jaw is clenched as you press your tongue to the underside of his cock, hazily looking up at him before taking him into your mouth.

Oh god, oh my fuck-

Overstimulation overriding his senses, he begins to thrust into your mouth at a stuttering tempo, eagerly chasing his own release and unable to control himself. He's gasping, grunting, moaning above you, and it almost gets you off a second time from hearing his pleasure.

You put your hands to his hips, stilling him as you slowly edge his entire length into your mouth, tongue sliding lazily along the underside of his shaft. You'll never get over how hot and heavy he feels in your mouth, each time better than the last. You flutter your eyes upward as you hum softly, completely stuffed full of him.

God. Bakugo was seeing stars and he hadn't even released yet.

Hollowing your cheeks, you suck - hard - and move in a fluid motion, mouth flooding with saliva as you continue taking him as deep as you can manage. His thread was ready to snap.

"F-fuh-fuck!" he stutters harshly, shouting a little too loud - but honestly, from far away, someone could mistake it for him being his normally bombastic self.

Bakugo snatches a handful of your hair with a trembling hand, shoving himself all the way into your mouth, down to the base, as you feel his explosive release coat the back of your throat. He smacks his hand over his mouth as he shudders, his grunts muffled in his palm.

You release him, brushing off your knees as you're getting up from the concrete. It might be a little hard to hide how red they are under your short-ass uniform skirt, but who's looking at your knees anyways? You patiently wait for him to readjust into his slacks.

Somewhat mimicking his earlier actions, you place a hand delicately on his cheek, thumbing away a drop of sweat.

"I love you, Katsuki." The words fall from your puffy lips effortlessly, giving him a tender smile before placing a soft kiss on the opposite cheek.

"Love you too, Y/N." Bakugo snaps you into a hug, cradling his arms around you as he kisses your forehead. "My favorite girl."

You gleam, radiating from his flattery. Stretching back in his arms, you run your hand through his bangs, un-sticking them from the sweat on his forehead. He snickers as you ruffle the small hairs into the rest of his spiky hair.

"Guess it's back to studying," you whine sarcastically.

He laughs. "There's always more study breaks, too."

no, you didn't get your panties back. ;) hope you enjoyed!! <3

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superherocapturedbydemons · 2 months

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I know, Little Lamb.

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linpunny · 1 year

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✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ Call me daddy✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

Dessy: look at me. he's daddy now.

Synopsis: Aizetsu hears you call him "Daddy" which unlocks his breeding kink.

CW: Praise kink, breeding kink, slight blood play (tiny bit), implied kontting, shy dom!Aizetsu, size kink, pet names, daddy kink

Word count: 653

@enchantedforest-network

Pairing: Shy dom!Aizetsu x Fem slayer!Reader

*Reader has a kitty kat but no pronouns*

Aizetsu whined as he left desperate wet kisses down the expanse of your neck as he bounced you on his thick cock. His clawed hands dig deeply into the soft plush of your hips, sharp black nails stained red with your blood as he relentlessly slams you down on his dick over and over again. The sweet scent of your blood fills the room as the scratches on your hips continue to drip crimson only fueling the desire of the demon that was stuffing your tiny pussy full of his cock. “My pretty human, you smell so sweet….it’s -its’s intoxicating.” His fangs grazed the shell of your ear, and you couldn’t tell if he was talking about the scent of your blood or the arousal that was spilling from the place you two were connected.

The wet gooey pat-pat-pats of his hips snapping into yours and his whimpers echoed throughout the room growing louder as his movements became sloppier. You knew he was so close as he begged for assurance, seeking praise in-between sucking red bruises into the skin of your chest, one hand still locked on tight to your hip as the other kneaded your breast. “Please tell me how good I’m making you feel, I need to hear that it feels good for you too.” Despite the way your mouth was parted, pupils blown wide and the lewd moans that were leaving your lips every time he thrusted up, Aizetsu needed to hear you speak. He had to hear you say it.

“L-look at me little slayer, am I making you feel good?” His hand left your breast, claw hooking under your chin to force you to look into his deep ocean blue kanji eyes before he closed them, stealing a kiss from your trembling lips. You whined as you rolled your hips, his dick hitting the soft spongy spot that made you see stars. Aizetsu pulled away from your kiss swollen lips to let you breath, whimpering once again, “Please…please? Should I stop since you won’t answer?” It was a genuine question. His brows knitted together with concern, face flushed as he held you in place.

“D-don’t stop!! Love it s’much~!” You pleaded rocking your hips against his, “feels so fucking good, want you to cum inside, daddy.” You whispered into his shoulder forgetting how good the demon’s hearing was. His eyes widened, face flushing the deepest shade of red as his hand gently grabbed the back of your head guiding you into a needy kiss, his tongue sliding in for a taste of his sweet little human.

Aizetsu laid you down, mouth still desperately pressing kisses into your bruised lips, his hands slipped under your knees to push your thighs to your chest, folding you into a mating press.“Can I really…?”

“Yes , want you to cum inside Aizetsu.” You replied breathlessly.

“Say it again. Call me daddy. I will cum inside as many times as you want plaything. Please say it again” he bashfully looked at you, his voice soft as he teased your folds by rubbing his hard cock through slick covered folds.

“Want you to fill me up Daddy…” you placed both hands on his strong forearms, squeezing the muscles, silently encouraging him to continue. He nodded rubbing his dick over your sensitive clit a few times before sheathing himself deep inside, setting a brutal pace.

“Daddy will breed you so good my little pet, don't worry. I won't make you regret this.” The large breeding knot near his thick swollen tip kissed your cervix begging for entrance as he pounded your body into the mattress, the bed creaking as he jackhammered his dick into your sopping wet pussy without abandon. Aizestu looked down at you with adoration swirling behind his kanji eyes watching your blissed out expression as you creamed around his cock. You would make such a pretty breeding slut for him, and only him.

#demon slayer smut #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #aizetsu smut #aizetsu x reader #kny aizetsu #kny smut #dessy’s tomes

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wavnic · 3 months

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“Two elements, maybe working in a bar or small town police department, just minding their own business when one day, boom: they connect. And if the right amount of magic is involved, they become something stronger than they were before. They become love.”

#wayhaught #wayhaught wednesday #wynonna earp #waverly earp #nicole haught #waverly x nicole #nicole x waverly #otp #wives #dom pc #kat barrell #bring wynonna home

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rookthorne · 10 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞

The heat and tension was undeniable, and you felt it the moment you got the simple text from them. What awaited you, however, was something much more than a simple night of games.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 2.7k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Fingering (F receiving), unprotected piv, multiple orgasms, toy play, Dom/Sub (Dom!Bucky + Dom!Steve + Sub!Reader) ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, daddy, degredation, voyeurism, exhibitionism

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ༄ Can this go down in the Hall of Fame as one of the best things I have ever written...?

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ༄ Stone Cold Killer by Kat Leon

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ༄ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer ჻჻჻ Week 6 — Spread Open — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your boys had promised that once they arrived home from shift, that they would toy with you, and they wouldn’t stop – the sultry messages and pictures you had sent them as a game while they worked hard, was just a subtle reminder of what was waiting for them once they walked through the door.

Sure, you may have played into your own fate, but you would cross that bridge when it came to it.

A loud chime sounded from your phone, and you glanced at the screen to find a text from Bucky. It was an order – an order to lay on their gigantic bed, legs and arms spread wide, and to wait.

That part came as a shock you stood in the kitchen, sipping at a glass of water. It was a miracle you didn’t drop and shatter the glass in your hand in surprise.

“Oh, god,” you muttered, flushing with heat from the tips of your toes to the top of your head – an order like that is only followed by one hell of a night at their hands. “Fuck. Okay, okay,” you rushed, placing the glass in the sink. “Alright.”

Quickly, you padded towards the bedroom, your robe fluttering over your thighs at the speed. The door creaked open and you assessed the room. The bed was neatly made, uniform and tidy – it would make it easier for them to manhandle you into position, you guessed, whatever position that may be.

The sound of their truck pulling in the drive and the yips of Cap and Cleo startled you into action. Your robe, soft and fluffy to the touch, fell from your shoulders and you hung it up hastily before climbing onto the bed, clad in only the red lingerie you had teased them with.

“Down, no- No get down, boy,” Steve called, his voice loud down the hall. “That’s it, back up.”

“Shit,” you whispered. Steve’s voice was hoarse, like he had been shouting, and you didn’t hear Buck–

“Fuckin’ hell,” Bucky sighed. There he was. “You deal with the balls of energy, yeah?”

“Sure.”

Heavy boots thudded on the tiled floor, followed by a scuffle – they were taking off their uniforms, it seems.

“Cherry, sweetheart,” Bucky called, and you bit your lip. The new nickname they had deemed you with still had a chokehold on you. “Where are you?”

The bed covers rustled under you as you shifted slightly, spreading your legs and resting your arms back. “In here,” you answered. There were exactly five seconds to brace for the sight of Bucky in the doorway – tight shirt and uniform pants, with suspenders over his broad chest.

“Well, well, well,” Bucky purred, moving to lean his hip against the doorframe.

“Hi, daddy,” you replied softly, smiling. “Missed you.”

“Hi, Cherry,” he said smoothly, voice low with a small smirk. “Seems to me that you suddenly learned how to follow orders, huh? Lookatchu, spread and all pretty for us.”

Steve appeared over Bucky’s shoulder and your gaze flickered to his handsome face, his eyes bright and staring straight back at you. “What a sight,” he breathed, and Bucky grinned. “What d’you say, baby? Follow our plan, or just fuck her?”

You blanched and sat up, your thighs closing and arms bending at the elbow to hold you up. “Wait, what?”

“Hush, doll,” Bucky chided. He turned to Steve, his grin becoming wide and predatory. “I think we should follow through with our plan, babe, she deserves it after what she did today–wanna see how long our fucktoy lasts, too.”

“What the fuck,” you said loudly. “Wait-”

“No,” Steve snapped. The two of them walked into the room and towered over you on the bed. “Legs spread, arms out–now.”

“Ste-”

“You call me by my name, darlin’, or you will regret it,” Steve cut in, eyes ablaze.

Bucky clicked his tongue and walked towards the closet. “Do as he says, kitten,” he said over his shoulder, disappearing for just a second before reappearing, box in hand. “C’mon.”

“But-”

“Lay down. Last time we’re gonna ask nicely,” Bucky growled. The darkening expression on his face made you gulp, and reluctantly, you laid back and spread your legs. “There’s a good girl–wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No,” you mumbled, watching Bucky as he pulled the lid off the box. With the angle of your position, you couldn’t see into it, but the way Bucky and Steve’s faces lit up when they looked at the contents made a shiver ripple up your spine. “Da-”

“Shh,” Bucky hushed, “don’t open those lips unless you’re moaning, sweetheart.”

Your jaw clicked shut and you watched them with wide eyes. Four spools of velvet rope appeared as Steve pulled back from the box, red in colour, and then Bucky pulled out some sort of suction toy – just like the one you had been eyeing off online. Your mouth opened before you could master the impulse and you blurted, “How the fuck did you know?”

Bucky grinned wickedly. “You’re not as secretive as you think you are, doll. But now you’ll know just how it feels. And I dunno about you, Stevie,” he said, now looking at Steve. “But I can’t wait to watch her fall apart over and over, with this.” The toy waved in the air, and you swallowed audibly, making the two of them chuckle.

“Cherry,” Steve said from the bottom of the bed, and you glanced down. “You alright with being tied up, honey?” You nodded fervently and offered your ankles, stretching further. “Good girl,” he praised, and you hummed happily.

A loud vibration came from beside your head and you jumped in surprise, searching for the sound, only to see Bucky standing by your head, the other two spools of rope in one hand, the toy in the other. “Oh, yeah,” he mused, grinning down at you. “I am really lookin’ forward to this.”

“I’ll say,” Steve agreed, cinching the rope around your ankles. The soft touch of his fingers over your skin to check the tightness warmed your heart, and you smiled at him, ignoring the curl of pleasure in your gut at the dangerous smirk he flashed you. Bucky made quick work of your wrists – following the exact same steps Steve did, and they both stepped back to admire their work.

The scrutiny brought heat to your cheeks, and you tried twisting away, a sudden shyness gripping you in its talons.

“Don’t hide, sweetheart,” Bucky said softly, a small smile on his face as he looked up and down your body. “You look so fuckin’ sexy like this. Doesn’t she, Stevie?”

“She does.” They stepped back towards the bed, Bucky on one side, Steve rounding to the other, and they knelt on the mattress by your hips. “You remember your safe word, honey?”

You nodded. “Yeah–it’s, uh-” you paused, licking your lips. The proximity of Bucky’s hand to your hip was distracting. “Petal. It’s petal.”

“Atta girl,” Bucky praised, winking when your eyes darted towards him. “What d’ya say, baby? You ready to teach our girl a lesson for distractin’ us?”

“Oh, c’mon-” You began to whine, but bit your tongue at the slight frown on both of their lips. “I just wanted-”

“You wanted our attention, we know,” Steve said, his tone dangerously low. “The problem with that, darlin’, is that it’s landed you here. Spread out between us, and at our mercy.”

“It’s just a pity, kitten,” Bucky began, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again as he looked down towards your pussy. “You’re gonna be too fucked out and fuckin’ desperate to take in this lesson. A damn shame really. Jus’ means you’ll have to learn–again-” He moved the toy into sight again. “And again.” The toy brushed your stomach, the smooth glide and subtle vibration of the lowest setting making you squirm slightly. Bucky moved your panties down your thighs and ran the toy over your mound. “And again.”

“Oh, fuck.” The breath in your lungs left in a high whimper, your thighs tensing as Bucky teased the toy closer and closer to your clit.

“And guess what, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, lowering his face so his lips were brushing the shell of your ear. “There’s nothin’ you can do about it.”

“Show her, baby,” Steve ordered, his hand squeezing your thigh.

You glanced quickly at Steve, then to Bucky, who had sat up and was grinning so wide you swore his cheeks would split. “Alright.”

There was a second where you truly were apprehensive, and then Bucky’s arm moved, and you keened. “Oh, look at her,” Steve breathed, grinning.

“Fuck, fuck, okay,” you gasped, and Bucky pressed the toy harder against your clit, upping the setting. “Ah! Please, oh my god-”

“It’s on one of the lowest settings, Cherry,” Bucky quipped, raising a brow. “You that fuckin’ sensitive?”

“Yes! I’ve been waiting all day for you to come home,” you rushed, twisting slightly. “Please turn it up, please.”

Steve shifted next to you, his knees brushing your thigh. “Make her cum, baby,” he said, brushing his fingers against your opening. “We can have more fun when she’s fucked out.”

“Okay.” Bucky shrugged, and turned the settings up.

You pulled against the ropes, tugging valiantly to ground yourself against the onslaught. “Fuck! Oh, fuck, daddy, feels s’good,” you cried, looking between them.

“You want some more, honey?” Steve asked, and you nodded. The sudden pressure of his fingers pushing into your cunt up to the first knuckle made you groan loudly, your eyes fluttering at the pleasure that burned through every nerve. “That’s it, darlin’, that’s it.”

“So fuckin’ pretty like this, sweetheart,” Bucky praised, turning the toy up one more. The slick sounds of Steve’s fingers beginning to pump in and out of your cunt and your heavy pants filled the room, and you closed your eyes, back bowing to the ceiling. “I reckon you could cum jus’ like this, doll.”

You nodded quickly, your mouth opening on a keening moan when Steve’s fingers brushed insistently against your walls, searching, searching- “Ah- Daddy, fuck!”

“There it is,” Bucky cooed, leaning over your body to watch Steve’s fingers work in and out of your cunt. “God, kitten, you’re taking daddy’s fingers so well, fuckin’ lookatchu.”

Steve huffed, and twisted his hand. “Can feel the toy, and no wonder she’s losing her pretty head.”

Bucky chuckled and turned it up once more.

The coil began to pull taut and the tension was becoming overwhelming – the sensation of Steve’s fingers hitting that spot over and over and the toy sucking on your clit like a man starved, like they would. “I’m close!”

“You’re close, huh?” Bucky hummed, and Steve laughed.

“Know you’re close, honey, you’re fucking squeezin’ my fingers,” Steve mused, his head coming to rest on Bucky’s shoulder to look down at your weeping cunt. “Your pussy doesn’t want to let them go, and she’s making a fucking mess–look at her, Buck.”

Bucky whistled lowly. “Can’t wait to fuck this pussy, fill her up jus’ like she deserves–oh, sweetheart, you like that?”

You moaned loudly and panted harshly, the pulses of your cunt gripping Steve’s fingers becoming unbearable. “Yes! Please, pleasepleaseplease, I want it, I need it-”

“Cum for us, then,” Steve purred, his voice strained. “Be a good girl, give it to us.”

The blood roared in your ears and your toes curled, your thighs tensing and pulling harshly against the rope restraints. “Oh, fuck–I’m cumming, please!”

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Bucky moaned, pushing your hips down into the mattress with one hand, and holding the toy fast to your clit with the other, the pulses ricocheting up your spine and causing a cascade of aftershocks. “Goddamn, baby, look at ‘er.”

You watched through lidded eyes as Bucky pulled Steve into a heated kiss, their mouths clashing with huffs and moans that you echoed through the twitches. The toy fell away from your clit when Bucky’s hand moved to grip the back of Steve’s neck, pulling him closer.

“Daddy-” You whimpered, flexing your hands against the restraints. Steve pulled away and looked at you, his head leaning to the side where Bucky moved it so he could attack the skin on his neck. “Please.”

The grin on Steve’s lips was possessive, and he forced Bucky back and out of his space. “Fuck her, go on. Make her cum again around that big cock of yours.”

“Fuck,” Bucky whined, moving quickly and handing the toy to Steve. “Here, use it.” His weight settled on your open hips and he smiled down at you, his hand brushing the hair from your forehead. “You alright, sweetheart?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding. “Fuck me, daddy.”

Fabric flew and you glanced down to see Bucky’s hard cock bobbing in place as he fisted it, twisting over the head and his breath hitched. “Hold on, kitten,” he warned, and you grinned blearily, blinking at him. “‘Cos I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.”

“Oh- Fuck!” The girth of Bucky’s cock burned and you gasped, the sound loud over Bucky’s shuddering moan.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, doll, fuckin’ hell,” he groaned, the slight twitch of his hips as he seated himself to the hilt made your eyes flutter. “You’re alright, baby girl, you’re okay,” he whispered, kissing your neck softly.

A moment passed where Bucky just whispered soft praises and reassurances, and finally, you mumbled, “Move–you can move.”

Bucky grunted, and slammed his hips forward. “You feel so fuckin’ good, kitten, s’good for daddy,” he moaned, his hips building a steady, deep rhythm. “Stevie, baby, use it.”

There was a rustle and a hand on your hip suddenly. Bucky lifted up onto his hands, his biceps and shoulders rippling, when you felt the toy back on your clit. “Oh, god, no-”

“Yes,” Bucky grit out, thrusting sharply and making you squeak. “Fuckin’ yes, and you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are, aren’t you?”

“Daddy!” You cried, the toy buzzing to life and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to the already tightening coil. “Fuck!”

“That’s it, call him,” Steve praised, and you felt his hand move to cup the front of your throat. “Such a good girl for Bucky, so proud of you–just layin’ there and taking it like a good fucktoy, huh?”

“Jesus, Stevie,” Bucky gasped, shuddering. “Say that again, she’s close and she’s fuckin’ forcin’ me out.” A loud grunt came from somewhere above you and you cried out. “There we go, kitten–let daddy in, tha’s it.”

Bucky’s hips ground against yours, and you moaned loudly, pulling at the ropes. “Wanna cum again, please, daddy, need your cock–wanna cum on your cock,” you babbled, and Bucky huffed.

“Keep talkin’ like that and I won’t last, kitten, fuck,” he breathed, his hips picking up speed. The toy picked up speed, too. “Can fucking feel that toy on my dick, baby,” he continued, grinning over at Steve. “Turn it up while I fuck her into the mattress.”

The words registered a second too late, and your ass was pushed into the covers with Bucky’s pace – his hips pistoned in and out of your heat like a jackhammer and you screamed, arching your back while Bucky panted against your neck. “Can feel you squeezin’ me, kitten. Cum for me–want you to cum on my cock, now, c’mon. Be a good girl and give it to daddy.”

“Ohmygod,” you gasped, writhing in Steve’s grip. “Please, I’m gonna- Fuck! Fuck, please!”

The waves pulled you under, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your second climax whiting out your vision.

“Oh, fuck,” Bucky groaned, his hips faltering. “Jesus, baby girl, good girl–good fuckin’ girl, lemme in, lemme in your perfect pussy.”

Warmth bloomed in your cunt and you whimpered, just as Bucky shouted hoarsely into your shoulder, his hips lazily pumping his cock into your heat with slick noises. The toy came away and fell silent, and Bucky took that opportunity to rest his weight on your hips, his face tucked into your neck while he panted for breath.

“You two need to fuck more often,” Steve said suddenly. “Daddy loves a good show, and you two are fucking perfect.”

You sighed happily and Bucky grinned against the skin of your neck, still pumping his hips shallowly. “Well, what’re you waitin’ for?” Bucky questioned, and you felt his legs part over you, and his ass canted up into the air, his cock pulling back out of you slightly. “‘M right here, baby.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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Kinktober Day 3: Hate Sex - Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader

WC: 1.5k

CW: Roommates!AU, dom!Katsuki, sub!reader, hate sex, degradation, protectiveness, jealousy, marking, humiliation, oral sex (f!receiving), PiV, multiple orgasms, creampie, breeding, spitplay, squirting, very little aftercare

“What the fuck are you doing back so late?!” Growls Katsuki from his spot on the sofa as he glares daggers at you. You shoot a glance at your phone, confirming it’s past 2 in the morning.

“The fuck do you care? You’re my roommate, not my father or some shit, I’m not under curfew!” You cross your arms in front of your chest.

Katsuki stands and begins to approach you slowly. “Tell. Me. Where. You. Were.” His fists clench at his side. “Were you getting fucked by some loser in a bar bathroom? Giving a druggie a blowjob in a back alley? Showing off your tits to make the cash for rent because you know there’s no way in hell I’m covering for you again?” He backs you against the front door, red eyes piercing through you, “Tell me, princess.”

You have to admit, for a moment you are intimidated. And also a little aroused, based on the way your thighs squeeze together. But the second Bakugo calls you that nickname, your hate for him reappears at the forefront of your mind. “It’s none of your fucking business, dickhead. It’s my life, you have no claim over it!”

You snap at him, and he shows no apprehension towards snapping back, in the form of sinking his teeth in the pulse of your neck. The sudden pain has you gasping and squirming in his grasp, trying to escape how his tongue lathes over the aching mark. He finally pulls back and you have no hesitation in slapping him. “The fuck are you doing?!”

He growls, a devious smirk growing over his face at the sting of your palm. “I’m putting my claim over you, brat.” He dives back into your throat, sucking red and purple bruises into the skin until you are breathless and whimpering in his grasp.

He pulls up for air and you gaze into his blown-wide pupils, gently panting as your hips buck in search of friction. Katsuki groans as you finally find purchase grinding your clothed clit on the bulge of his sweats. “Princess, if you don’t want this you have to tell me now. Otherwise, I’m going to tear you apart tonight. Back out now, or you’re gonna be getting much more action than that pitiful little vibrator you use has been giving you every night,” he whispers into the shell of your ear. You plea back, wasting no time begging him to ruin you as your continually grinding as the band in your stomach pulling taunt already.

He easily lifts you with your legs wrapped around his waist and carries you to his bedroom. He drops you unceremoniously on the bed and tugs the tight skirt you wear off. He glowers at your clothed crotch, “Desperate slut. You wore these panties because you were hoping to get fucked tonight, didn’t ya?” He lands a strike right over your clit, forcing a pained howl out of you. “Such a pain in my ass, going out every night trying to get railed, only to come back disappointed and turning to some worthless plastic to get you off instead. You’re just never satisfied, are you princess? No matter how much I hear you moan through the walls, you never seem to be truly finished. It’s pathetic.”

He hooks a finger in the gusset of your thong and tugs, ripping them off you. You slap at his hand in protest with a disapproving whine, but he uses it as his chance to thread your fingers into his hair before diving headfirst into your pussy. You moan in surprise as he slurps the slick that leaks from your entrance.

His tongue wastes no time in beginning to explore, licking up and down both sides of your inner lips, biting marks on your thighs, spitting on your clit, and sucking it until you’re writhing against the strong arms that he uses to pin you down.

You tug endlessly on his locks, whining with tears pin-pricking your eyes. “Kat! Katsuki! P-please, I’m close, please!” You whine. You swear you feel him snicker into your cunt before he bites down on your clit, embarrassingly sending you over the edge with a scream. Waves of pleasure roll over you as he holds down your squirming hips and laps up your release as it spills from you.

You’re unsure how long he keeps you there, milking every drop of your orgasm, before your hand falls limp from his head and he finally allows you a moment of reprieve while he moves upward to pull off your top and bra, followed by his own layers of clothing. He leans over you, breath warm over your face as he seemingly stares at your lips like he’s debating something. Impatient, you’re the one to surge forward and connect your lips to his, swallowing his air and shoving your tongue into his mouth without waiting to set a pace. Katsuki, recovered from the startle of you initiating the kiss, quickly reclaims dominance with a simple hand wrapped around your throat, not yet applying pressure.

His other hand sneaks down to rub circles over your clit, sending stars swirling in your vision due to the sensitivity of your last orgasm. You moan and whine into his mouth, giving him the chance to use his tongue to explore yours as he switches from your clit to stroking his dick in preparation. His face pulls away a few inches and he taps his tip against your clit, laughing at the way you jolt. “Beg for it, baby, beg me to fuck you,” he coos.

You pant back at him, strings of meaningless babble falling from you as you struggle to find words through the fog of your mind. He teases you by pressing against your open and nudging just a half inch into you before pulling out, sending a tear falling down your cheek at his bullying.

“‘Suki, s-suki, no tease, please! P-please! Please sir, I need, I n-need cock! Need your cock! Do anything, please!” You choke out a sob of relief when he finally pushes further into you, splitting you open on his width. The pain sends electric shocks through your spine and more tears freefall from your eyes. He hits the back of your walls, tip pressed right up into your spongy spot, and everything crumbles around you as you start to come around him.

Bakugo hisses when he feels you start to rhythmically contract around him, your second orgasm triggered just by him sliding his dick inside. He knows he should hold still until you calm down, but his selfish desire to wreck you wins out as he sets a slow but mean pace, slamming into you with each thrust.

He loves how you tremble under him, your body still unconsciously pushing back to meet every snap of his hips. “Made you cum twice and you’re still such a greedy slut,” He spits into your open mouth, “Do you need me to fill you up? Is getting bred what it’s gonna take to satisfy you, princess?”

You nod ferociously and it sparks a feral increase in the speed of his thrusts, both hands moving to pin your thighs on either side of your stomach and force you into a mating press. “Fuck, I can do that for you brat, I’ll fill you with every drop, just give me one more,” He angles his body downwards so the bottom of his happy trail grinds against your clit with every meeting of your bodies, “Come on my cock one more time princess, come while your roommate fucking breeds you, baby,” He nips over the bite mark on your neck from earlier, and everything inside you snaps. A gush of fluid flies out of you and splashes on his lower stomach as your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your jaw falls slack in a soundless scream.

Katsuki feels you clamp down on him, and the warm sensation of your squirt on his dick, and it sends him off the edge with you. He cums thick ropes with his cock buried inside you, his legs quivering with the force of his orgasm. He stays like that, savoring the way you milk his balls for all their worth as he kisses the tears from your face and you come back to him with a flutter of your eyelids. He stares into your watery eyes, gaze turned from the glare earlier to now pure adoration as he lands a final peck on your lips and slips out of you before laying by your side and nuzzling up close to you. He wraps his hold around your middle, resting his head in the curve of your neck with a content sigh and promptly falling asleep listening to your still-recovering heartbeat.

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