#i imagined it was fuckin deeper and smooth

[mako-neexu]

....im not the only one who imagined that solomon’s voice would be deeper than his romani self before the anime/ars nova in-game scene, right?

#i imagined it was fuckin deeper and smooth #but i got CUTEnes #not that im complaining but i really REALLY did imagine a deeper voice romani........ #fgo #fate grand order #romani archaman #solomon

[garoujo]

imagine reader has an oral fixation and toji (or any jjk man) lets her suck on his dick to calm herself down

✩ ˛˚ . FUSHIGURO TOJI — your glad toji is there to always help you let off some steam.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, m!receiving oral, he grabs your hair but no particular colour / texture mentioned. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hiii nonnie, i went with toji since he was the one u mentioned + i gotta get used to writing him :3 <3

it takes toji off guard the way you slam the door as you enter back into your apartment, you’ve had a particularly pissy day at work— your co-workers driving you crazy, an ever increasing workload. you’re so glad today is over; but not before you let off some steam.

“god damn, princess. who pissed you off?” he grunts from where hes sprawled out on your couch, sweatpants low on his hips as he scratches at his bare abdomen. hes got the tv on particularly loud, but he can still barely hear it with the way you stomp your way into the living room, standing infront of the screen a few moments later as his lips downturn.

“huh?” toji grumbles as he tries to look around you, clicking his tongue when he comes up unsuccessful. your hands are on your hips and the frown you’re wearing looks a little misplaced on your pretty features— he’s gotten used to it at this point though, he sees it a little too often.

“fuck sake. you good?” he begins but the sigh you let out cuts him off as he lets his cheek rest on his fist.

“shutup, just let me do this.” you finally speak but your words are so cold they almost cut through him as you take a few steps towards him, eagerly pushing your way between his thighs before your fingers are immediately reaching for the waistband of his sweats.

“oh yeah? don’t be so impatient. shoulda just said so.” toji grins as he helps you with the fabric, the sexual freedom feels nice and he’s already half hard, heavy cock resting against his muscled thigh like he’s been waiting— he always thought you were hot when you were pissed off.

you pull a low crooning growl from the man above you as you experimentally drag your tongue up the length of his thick cock, his fist wrapping in your hair gently as he watches you bob your head slowly up and down. you relax your throat for the push of him before you gag lightly and he pulls you back with a hiss, watching you slurp at the blunt head as he gazes at you through dark, lust blown eyes.

toji watches you blink away your own tears to look back at him, frown still lacing your brows as he sends you a lopsided smirk.

“atta girl, can let off all the fuckin’ steam you want.”

he drawls as his hips twitch up, pushing his cock back between your lips as you suckle at the sensitive tip, smoothing your tongue along the precum gathered there as he lounges back against the couch. his jaw is slack, lips parted and eyes heavy while he smoothes his free hand through his already mused dark hair.

“can do better than that, princess. thought you wanted to feel better?” toji’s fingers tighten in your hair and you allow your neck to go lax, allowing him to guide your movements as he rolls his hips into your waiting mouth, allowing his cock to push down your throat with another breathless growl.

his thick thighs spreading wider to allow him to push you deeper while his fingers flex tightly into your scalp, earning a whine from you that only causes his cock to thicken and throb as your lips stretch around him. but you already feel the tension in your shoulders begin melting away with the weight of him on your tongue.

“feels better already, do’nt it?”

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#݁ . ࿓ : sealed #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x you

[inkedells]

dbf!joel making you show him where you want him

mdni! | requests open.

“I need you inside,” You moaned, slowing your hips from exhaustion until they were stationary over his leaking cock, then starting back up again once you conjured up the energy to. “Fucking—” an involuntary whimper interrupted you the moment your clit caught on the ridge of his tip,  “—Fucking need you inside, Joel.”

“Inside what?”

Motherfucker.

“Y-You know what.”

“Say it.”

“Joel.”

“Say,” a spank to your ass that sent your hips into a deeper grind, “It.” He brought his hand up to your mouth, a single finger pushing your lips open as you subconsciously began to suck. “Here?” He asked, pushing down on your tongue, “You want me here?”

You remained silent on purpose, hoping to extend the period of time during which Joel let you suck on his finger. You clearly enjoyed having something to suck on as your pussy made a mess of both your panties and Joel's dick.

With reluctance, you let off his finger with a pop and hid your face away as you stumbled on your words. “No—Well, yes, of course, but no—Wait, it’s not really no…” There it is again, you thought to yourself, Joel Miller making me dumb.

He breathed a mocking laugh. “Well how about,” He started, snaking his hands between your bodies to fervently grope your breasts, “Here? Want me here? Fuckin’ your tits? Cummin’ all over them?” 

You made a sound in your throat from the lewdness of his words, but besides that, silence—Save for, of course, both your labored breathing and the shuffle of fabric as your hips continued their grind against his cock.

When Joel realized he wouldn’t be getting a response out of you, he hummed before abruptly flipping you onto your back and forcefully placing your hand on his wrist.

“Show me, pretty thing. Put my hand where you want me.”

You hummed from arousal, slowly dragging his hand down your body. And with difficulty too, considering how Joel was not only making sure to grope every curve along the way but was also doing something delightful to your neck. Biting, then lathing with his tongue, then a shower of kisses, and repeat.

You gradually brought him down, down, down, until his hand was smoothing over the waistband of your panties. Careful. Thoughtful. Gentle… But then his hand abruptly ripped free from your grip, cupping your clothed pussy with a kind of fervor that made you choke. You instantaneously let out a strangled moan, your hands shooting to Joel’s biceps as he worked over your clit with his palm.

“Ohh,” Joel exaggerated, his tone mocking in nature as he moved his open hand back and forth along your cunt, “I see. You want me here, that right?”

Head thrashing, you tried your best to nod.

“Words.”

“Ye—Yes. Yes. I want you there. Please. Fuck me. Want your cum in me, please.”

"Ha, imagine your daddy hearing that. Shameful, begging for his best friend's cum."

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller #joel miller the last of us #joel miller tlou #the last of us #tlou x reader #tlou fanfiction #Joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #joel the last of us #joel x reader #pedro pascal #Pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel miller x reader #dbf!joel miller x you #dbf!joel #the last of us smut #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fic #tlou smut #tlou show #joel miller imagine

[buckyalpine]

I’m an absolute sucker for sexy Bucky. Fuckin’ hot and damn well knows it  Bucky. Lowkey, flirty and smooth as fuck Bucky. Cocky bucky.  No thoughts, just imagine a couple of drinks in and you are absolutely feeling yourself because you look amazing. You’re fine as hell. Gorgeous. You lock eyes with that pretty stranger whose been watching you all night, his blue eyes locked on your hips each time you sway. Doesn’t take long for you to feel his hands around you hips, pulling you close, chest pressed against your back, his lips tickling your ear. 

“You’ve been teasin’ me all night, doll” He whispers, smirking when you press your ass back on him, his hips moving with yours, catching you off guard. His body moves in a tandem with yours, sexy and dirty, giving the club a show while lost in your own world. He’s a shy and broody person until he gets his hands on something he likes and you’ve brought out a side in him he didn’t know existed. 

“You sure about that” you tease, gasping when his bulge pushes and grinds against your harder. 

“What do you think” He smirks against your neck, rutting his hips up once more so you feel the effect you have over him, his large hands splayed on your body, keeping you all just for him the entire time. You sing the words along with the song, the bass making your heart throb, your panties soaked with the scent of his cologne. 

Do I make you horny baby You whisper in his ear, his eyes darkening, gripping your hips tighter. 

It doesn’t take long for him to sweep you out of the club, hailing a club to hightail it to his place. Your clothes are thrown off piece by piece into the hall, leaving you both naked as hell once you land on his bed with just his dog tags around his neck. His metal arm makes you drool with a mix of admiration and excitement. You knew exactly who he was and how the fuck was he prettier in person. 

“You’re dangerous doll” he growls, rubbing his weeping tip through your dripping cunt, pressing against your entrance. Neither of you waste any time, feeling way too hot and heavy, desperate to just tear each other apart in the most primal and lustful way. “You’re such a pretty little thing but m’gonna fuck you like a dirty little whore” 

“Fuck me-OH GOD” You cry out when he slams into you, setting a brutal pace, making the headboard slam against the wall. He grips onto it, bringing his knee higher to get a deeper angle, your tight pussy struggling to take all of him as he slips in and out. “SO-GOOD” 

“Yeah bunny? Feel good?” He lets out a dark chuckle, the metal tags hitting your chin with each thrust, letting him use your body as his own personal fuck doll. “Don’t think I'll be able to hold back with you pretty girl” 

“U-Use me Sargent” You plead, bringing your legs higher, wrapping around his waist. 

“That’s it, such a good girl” He growled, his eyes rolling back a your arousal soaking his length, squirting out of you each time he went deeper, “My nasty girl” 

He manhandled you into different positions, no giving a fuck about the neighbors. He yanked you off he bed, keeping his cock in you, pressing you against the wall with no effort, fucking you hard and fast like you were nothing more than a cocksleeve. 

“Dancing on me like you’ve never had cock, grinding on me with those fuck me eyes, you wanted this, huh baby” 

“Wan-wanted it!” You wailed, nodding while he fucked you dumb, smirking at the way your jaw hung slack, unable to formulate words. 

“So cute when you’re dumb with my cock in you baby, I could get used to this” 

Something about those words made your stomach flip, thinking about doing this again. Your train of thought was short lived when he moved to the floor to fuck you dirty and nasty, his eyes feral as his hips snapped forward. He went at it all night while you took it, drunk off pleasure, the both of you cumming until the room was drenched with the scent of sex. 

He’s so dirty when he cums, moaning and panting, giving you his spend for minutes on end. He pumps you full, using your mouth for when he doesn’t stop leaking, not wanting you to waste a drop. 

You scream till your vocal chords are fried, your pussy too sore to even close your legs. You barely notice the cool cloth he wipes you down with, humming softly when you feel him wrap his arms around your trembling body and pulling the covers up. 

-

“Mornin’ sunshine” He drawls out in hat deep, raspy voice, eyes still closed while his cool metal finger traces down your spine. He doesn’t do this often and he certainly never lets anyone spend the night but for some reason he’s reluctant to let you go that easily. You’re so warm and soft and he’s not done with cuddling you; a couple more hours wouldn't hurt. Maybe a coffee. Or dinner. 

“Morning soldier” You whisper, feeling a shiver as he presses his soft lips against your bare shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest before softly snoring again. It doesn’t seem like either of you have any plans on getting up soon and you’re both perfectly okay with that. 

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[fairy-hub]

Sooooo imagine your lovely cult leader boyfriend Geto has had a looooong day dealing with monkeys so you lay on the bed with your head hanging off the edge so he can fuck your throat, he likes to put his hands on your neck and feel his cock bulge down your throat too, he makes me melt

Fey: sorry this is so late, thank you for this yummy confession, I've been obsessing over it for a while

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kissing his cock, sucking his balls, size kink, praise, face fucking, choking, masturbation, slapping your thigh once

The clench in Suguru’s jaw, crease between his thin furrowing brows and his balled fist point to a rough day. “Wanna take a little frustration out on me?” You roll over, dangle your head off the bed opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Suguru smile softens into genuine delights. He orders, “Play with yourself while I do. I wanna see your pretty cunt making a dripping wet mess.” Making quick work of stripping off his clothes.

His dark happy trail leads to a half hard cock, softly swaying as he walks closer. Suguru’s balls between his thick thighs looking suckable like his fat cock. “I can't get over how handsome you are.” Gently squeezing Suguru’s thick thighs, sliding your hands up his sculpted thighs.

You croon, “I love your cock n’ balls so much. They are big, warm, your balls are so soft..” Grasping his cock, feeling him get harder in your hands. “Your cock is so hard get the skin is so soft. I love feeling you inside.” Sucking one into your mouth swirling your tongue.

He groans “You’re so beautiful sweetheart.” He slips his hand through long dark hair, pulling it back, slipping the tie off his wrists. Long thick locks slipping out of his messy bun.

He leans his massive body over your’s, spreading your legs apart to admire your soft wet cunt. Spreading your lips apart, spitting in your soft hole. “When she clenches I wanna split her open with my cock. I can't believe I get to fuck your gorgeous sweet cunt n’ pretty little mouth.”

He leans back, you let his ball go with a soft pop. Trailing kisses along the thick vein on the bottom of his cock. Moaning when you feel the soft ridge of his cockhead. “Fuck that feels so good, love seeing you kiss up on my cock.”

You let go of Suguru’s cock when he grabs himself. “Are you gonna let me fuck your sweet mouth?” He glides himself in with a loud, smooth deep moan that makes your cunt wetter. “Gonna take care of me?” He squeezes your throat, slowly fucking your throat, slipping an inch deeper till you’re taking all of him.

His balls are hitting your face with thrust. “I can feel myself in your throat.” You reach between your legs, gliding your fingers between your soft lips getting them wet before rubbing your soft clit.

Suguru moans, “You’re fuckin’ beautiful!” your play with yourself, squeezing your throat tighter. Groaning when you writhe beneath him, chest arching, hips twisting down, legs tremble partly closing.

He slaps the inside of your thigh. “Show hide your pretty cunt from me. Show me how you play with yourself when I’m not here.”

#fey’s rambles #dirty jjk confession

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

congratulations on your new milestone! you said you’d love more javi so here i am lol how about javier + best friend’s brother/brother’s best friend (whichever inspires you more) + "you look so pretty like this." 🫶🏾

2 Murphy's and a Peña.

y. Brothers best friend + 18. "You look so pretty like this."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. anon - i know you sent me another request that said to discard the brother's best friend bit because i've already done it, but i had to do it again for javi!! i'll admit, i did bump this request to the top of the pile. what can i say, i was feeling inspired by mr peña , as per usual. thanks for being the sweetest!!

Pairing - Javier Peña x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 1081

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Javier swings open his front door, eager to find out who's attempting to punch their way into his neighbours apartment.

"Cariño, if he hasn't answered by now, I'm guessing he isn't home."

You spin on your heel, relieved to be met with the sight of Javier Peña leaning against his doorframe, whiskey in hand.

"Him and Connie rarely go out. I assumed they'd be in," you shrug.

Javi takes a moment to look you up and down. You're wearing a tight dress that hugs your curves just right, and doesn't leave much to the imagination. The colour compliments your skin tone beautifully, and Javi has to remind himself that you are his partners sister. Strictly off limits. It doesn't stop him from staring, though.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you wink.

"I'll hang it in my apartment if you like, right above the fireplace," he teases.

You both laugh, the sound echoing down the hallway.

"What do you need, hermosa? Where are you going dressed like that?"

"Dressed like what?"

"All pretty."

You try not to blush at his compliment. He's so smooth, so easy with it, you understand why all of his informants are so willing to sleep with him.

"I'm not going out, I'm coming back. I had a date, and now I've locked myself out of my apartment. I was hoping to crash at Steve's, but I guess that option has gone out the window," you sigh, leaning back against the door.

"Well, come in while you wait for him to get back. You can tell me more about this date of yours."

He steps aside, gesturing at you to enter his apartment. It's not the first time you've been inside, but usually you're with Steve. It feels different now it's just the two of you.

"You don't wanna hear about the date, I promise you. It was fuckin' awful. God, guys suck. It's my own fault, really."

He pours you a drink as he listens, moving to sit next to you on the couch.

"What's your fault, huh?"

"I just needed to get laid, so I put too much faith in him. He did not deliver."

It's now that Javier realises you've probably had a drink or two. You're never usually this open, this brazen with him. He'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little.

"That bad?" he asks, voice an octave deeper than before.

"Worse than you can imagine. I was dry as the goddamn desert. What's the complete opposite of turned on?"

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. It makes you smile, the corners of your mouth turning up.

"It was like he was a teenager," you continue. "He kept grabbing at me. And not in a sexy way. In a clumsy, I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing kind of way."

Javi keeps chuckling, whiskey loosening him up more than usual.

"What the fuck are you laughing at, Javier?" you giggle.

"I just - " he takes a breath to try and stifle his amusement. "You need a real man, cariño. Not one of these stupid little boys. You need a guy who knows what he's doing."

"Yeah?" you tease. "And where am I supposed to find someone like that?"

"He's probably closer than you think," he murmurs.

Javier has, in fact, gotten closer. He's slowly shuffled along the couch so your legs are pressed together. You can feel his breath tickle your cheek everytime he exhales.

"You need a man who puts you first," he mutters, his nose brushing yours. "You gonna let me put you first, honey?"

His tone is low and slow, like golden honey. The timbre of it is shooting straight to your core, lust clouding your judgment.

"We can't," you whisper. "What if my brother finds out?"

"I won't tell if you won't."

Decision made. You lean in, closing the tiny space between you and pressing your lips to his. Javier kisses you greedily, trying to consume you, swallow you whole.

You hitch a leg over so you're straddling him, sitting comfortably in his lap. His hands go straight to your hips, grabbing so hard you know he'll leave fingerprints. You're moaning into his mouth, tangling your fingers through his hair to pull him closer.

Javi tugs your dress up around your waist, kneading your ass with his strong hands. You start to rock your hips slowly, reveling in the way his zipper catches your clit occasionally.

"Come here," he whispers, moving you to sit on one of his thighs. The rough denim of his jeans is a welcome contrast to the soaking material of your underwear, pleasure coursing through you instantly.

You fist your hands into the front of his shirt, using him as leverage. Javi starts to bump his leg up and down as you rock your hips back and forth, both sensations making you whine.

"You look so pretty like this," he groans. "Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

It's like his verbal filter is gone, filth spewing from his mouth in a constant stream.

"That's right baby, use me. Take what you need."

"Told you you needed a real man. I'm not even touching you and look how close you are already."

"You like that, hermosa? You like riding me like this? Fuck, I can't wait to show you what you've been missing all this time, messing around with those stupid boys."

"You're almost there, honey, I can feel it. Just a little more. That's it, atta girl. Just a little more."

His dulcet voice is driving you closer and closer to the edge, your hips moving faster on their own accord.

"Javi," you whine. "So good. So so good."

"Come for me, hermosa. Show me how pretty you look when you come. Good girl. Give it to me."

Your climax hits you like an ocean wave, crashing over your entire body. It's white hot and blinding, muscles tensing and hips stuttering.

You're spent, head falling forward to lean on Javi's shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, tracing patterns on your back soothingly.

"You did good, sweetheart."

"So did you," you chuckle sleepily.

"How about you have a nap, and then I'll show you what else I'm good at?" he asks, teasing lacing his tone.

"Sounds perfect," you whisper, settling down into his lap, face nuzzling into his chest.

Javi doesn't tell you when he hears Steve get home. You look pretty comfortable where you are.

#murphy's 500 followers celebration #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier pena x you #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña x ofc #javier peña smut #javier peña fluff #javier peña x murphy!reader #javier peña x reader smut #narcos #narcos smut #narcos x reader #narcos fic #pedro pascal #javier peña fic #javier peña imagine

[chaotic-mystery]

heyy darling how are u? 💕 idk if you accept requests but i have dbf joel on my mind x f reader where she has an argue with her dad so she goes straight to joel’s house crying in his arms and he’s like so soft and supportive with her tryna comfort her with kissess and praises and it ends with a passionate smut with praise kink ofc and a lot of cuddles i’d melt so bad🥹🥹🥹 if u don’t take reauests just ignore this :) ps: sorry english’s not my first language lmao

(A/N: oh babe you're kicking my daddy issues into overdrive with this one LMAO. This one is kind of long since I wanted to make the argument kind of something they wanted to talk about before I just jumped into the smut, so bare with me.)

Word Count: 1189 (oops)

CW: SMUT (the passionate kind hehe) 18+, angst (if you look through half closed eyes, praise!, nicknames, age gap, established relationship.

Your knuckles tapped against Joels front door, the tears still pouring from your puffy eyes. The door swung open, Joel leaning against it as his brows are furrowed, ready to ask what happened. You walk inside his house and stand on the little mat he had by the entryway. "Can you just hug me for a second? I'm sorry, I didn't want to see anyone but y-"

He embraced you swiftly, suppressing your need to explain yourself. "Hey, it's okay sweet girl, you don't have to explain anything to me. I'm glad you stopped by." His hand smoothing over the back of your head, swaying your close knit bodies slowly.

"What happened, baby doll?" He asked as he handed you a glass of water, your bodies making their way to the couch. He sat down next to you, his body facing yours as he gently took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin.

"I dunno, one thing led to another and we were arguing and he started screaming at me, saying I was a bitch, and that I should just go for awhile. I just wanted to see you, nobody else. I know he's like your best friend or whatever and I don’t expect you to say anything bad about him I just…” you paused for a second to look at him, tears pricking your eyes again. “I just wanted to see you Joel, I needed you.” You finished as you buried your head in his chest, his arms folding around your neck to pull you closer.

"Sweetheart, he may be one of my best friends but he has no right calling you a bitch over something so small. That's something he's gonna have to work towards fixing with you and if you choose not to forgive him over that, I don't blame you. You didn't deserve that sweet girl, and I'm sorry you had to hear that comin' from him. You're safe with me if you want to stay here tonight, sugar." His thumb brushed against your cheek as he rested his chin on top of your head.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips, nodding in agreement to Joels offer. He shifted his shoulder under you, and grabbed your still damp cheeks, looking into your glossy eyes. "Seriously though, baby, you are always safe with me if you ever need to stay here. I'm always gonna be here for ya. Don't matter if he's my friend or not, you matter more to me. I care too much about you to let that shit slide, personally I wanna go over there and kick his fuckin' ass for talkin' to you like that."

You giggled softly just imagining kicking your dads ass for making you cry. Hearing that you mattered to him more than your dad did something to you, to your heart. It felt like there was no longer a reason to cry, no reason to feel empty. Joel wasn't very vocal about his feelings for you, but he didn't hesitate to tell you any of that. You moved in towards Joel, closing the space between the pair of you. He laid you on your back against the cushion and kissed you deeper as he placed his hand on your hip.

"Let me take your mind off things, baby, alright?" he muttered against your lips before pulling away to kiss your neck. Your brain was a little foggy already, but you knew you needed him, you wanted him. He made you feel so safe, so good inside, fuck was he was good at doing that.

His mouth worked down your soft skin, trailing kisses all over your chest, the peaks of your breasts and the valley between them. His hands snaked up your shirt and tugged it off you, exposing your torso which was soon being covered in kisses. The button on your pants was undone and soon after were your pants tossed to the floor along with Joels white tank top and his jeans. Your hands raked through his hair as he nipped at the band of your panties, teasing you while he dragged a finger across your clothed cunt.

"You're such a beautiful girl, sweetheart. So pretty when you whimper and moan my name like that when you're impatient" His brown eyes were locked onto yours as he slowly pulled your panties down , letting them fall to the floor. You grabbed his face and kissed him again, he planted himself between your legs as he ran the tip of his hard cock through your slick, covering the head with it before he went inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, Joel instantly peppering your neck with kisses again.

"S'okay baby, I gotcha. Just like that baby, you take my cock so well, such a good girl for me." He started thrusting into you, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your nails dragged down his back as he took his time with you, taking in every second he was buried inside you. "Fuck I love your tits, darlin. Such pretty nipples that deserve to be paid some attention to, you think?" He teased as you bit your lip and only managed to moan 'mhm' as he slowly licked one nipple, toying with the other. Joels mouth latched onto it, sucking and flicking his tongue around the hard bud as he thrusted deeper from you.

Your moans got louder as he saturated your body with pleasure, his groans vibrating against your sensitive nipple. He released it slowly, meeting your eye level with a small grin. He took in every detail of your satisfied face, the way your brows scrunched together when he was making you feel drunk on lust, the way you bit your bottom lip before groaning for him to go faster. Joel caressed your face, leaning his forehead onto yours, "Open those eyes for me sweet girl, I wanna see your beautiful eyes when you cum all over my cock, let me see."

You fluttered your eyes open and his hand reached down to relieve your needy clit. You lips opened as a hoarse groan slipped out, Joel matching your groan through gritted teeth.

"Fuck, baby I'm so close, cum with me sweet girl, cmon. You can do it, cmon baby. Cum with me" He pants as you can feel his cock twitch, knowing it's only a matter of seconds before he cums. The circles he's making on your clit get faster and harder, sending you over the edge as you squeal his name, your body shaking underneath his. Seeing you shake under him sealed the deal for him, and he came inside you, thrusting his load deeper inside you as it mixed with your juices.

He collapsed on your chest, your fingers playing with the damp curls that hung slightly over the nape of his neck, just holding him there as you both came off your high of pleasure. He softly kissed your jaw and made his way to your lips, pecking you a few times as you giggled at the mess of clothes and shoes around you. "Feel better, sugar?"

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2022: October 15th

Day 15: Cuckolding // Face Sitting // Sex Toys

Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Sex Toys, object insertion, mentions of piercings 

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“My prince.” Your eyes are wide and you look down into the wooden box in wonder, reaching out and tracing the smooth and polished glass. It is gorgeous and yet you are not quite sure what it is for. It looks like a cock and you wonder if it is just your sexual nature that makes you think that. 

Oberyn chuckles, leaning over your shoulder and pressing his lips to your neck. “Do you know what it is, Dove?” He hums, letting his lips linger and pressing his tongue to your skin to taste you. His hands, woefully missed while he had been away, slip under the thin gown you are wearing and caress your hip before seeking your cunt. 

“It looks like a cock.” You blurt out, reaching for the object again and pulling it out of the soft linens it is nestled in and hefting the weight in your palm. 

“It is, my love.” He chuckles again, fingers sliding through the curls of your sex and finding your clit. “I found the most amazing merchant in Bravos.” He hums, enjoying the way that your hand tightens around the glass so you do not drop it when he starts to rub your clit slowly. “This is a cock that will never soften, always be ready to slide inside your cunt and satisfy you when no one is available to fill it.” He reasons. “Or to play with partners with.” 

You moan quietly, imagining the different ways you could use it with Oberyn and others. “That would be very entertaining.” 

His fingers push between your legs more, finding your entrance and slowly starting to push into you. “This merchant had more.” He confides in your ear. “I bought one of everything he had. Some to go in your ass, perhaps Harron will like the one that would allow you to fuck him while my cock is down his throat.” He had bought a contraption that winds around your hips and buckles to allow the cock made of soft leather to sit on top of your mound as if you were born with one instead of cunt. 

You moan, imagining how the male lover you frequently had in your bed would look with your hips flush against his and that piece pressed deep inside his ass. “You did?” You ask breathlessly as his thick fingers work in and out of your wet cunt. 

“I did.” He hums, not bothering to stop while his servants bring in trunks and boxes, presumably with the items he had bought from this merchant. He knows you will be curious, wanting to see and try everything that he had brought back from his journey. You were magnificent that way. 

“I will like that.” You admit, leaning back against his chest and you let go of the glass cock when you feel him pry it from your fingers. Gasping when he slides it against your clit. Still the servants are coming and going from your chambers but Oberyn pays them no mind. He would fuck you in front of the Seven Kingdoms if he wished, having no shame of his sexual appetite or acting on it. 

“It is hard.” You murmur, your clit pulsing from the coolness of the toy in his hand and the warmth of his fingers still pumping into your slick walls. 

You can feel his smirk against your skin. “I know, but concentrate on the toy.” He coos in your ear, pulling his fingers out of your cunt and starting to slide it inside you in their place. 

It feels different, more rigid inside you. It doesn’t pulse like a cock or curl up like fingers. Your walls must yield to it and they do, but it is unlike when you are split open on hot, thick live cock. 

“Oberyn.” You moan, feeling his hard cock grinding against your ass while the toy pushes deeper inside you. 

“You are going to look so good with all the toys, my Dove.” He murmurs. “Wearing them, fucking them, fucking others - even me - with them.” 

Keening at the idea of using this on him, you roll your hips down. Taking more and feeling the slick of your arousal coat the glass and make it easier. His hand slides up and pushes the fabric aside to cup your breast. 

“There were other things I found.” He whispers into your ear. “Piercing your nipples as you would your ears is supposed to bring pleasure.” He pinches your nipple and makes you moan. “Imagine the jewels of Dorne hanging from your tits and tugging at them.” He pulls on your nipple gently as if it were weighed down by the weight of gold. “You would moan and squirm on whatever face or cock you are riding happily.”

You can't deny that. Your tits are sensitive and you love having them sucked on and bitten. Tugged and pinched. You bite your lip as you imagine the pain and pleasure that would come from what he is talking about. “Perhaps you should pierce yours as well, my love.” You turn and press your lips to his jaw. His cock twitches in interest at the idea, making you grin as you kiss his jaw again. 

“Maybe I will.” He teases, pinching your nipple again and leaning in to bite your neck as he works the glass cock in and out of you, slow at first and then quicker when he feels your legs spread wider to accommodate his hands and the toy. “Right now, I want you to cum for me like this.” He coos, steadily fucking the toy into you while your eyes close and you moan his name. 

He will fuck you like this, then he will sink into you, fill you with his cock while you try the smaller glass toy in your ass. He wants to see it, to feel it. Then you would explore the other toys he had brought home to use on you and all the other various lovers that joined you in the bed you share. He will have to make a trip back to Bravos soon, or show the toys to some merchants here in Dorne. Surely others would enjoy this just as much. 

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[munsster]

pls because eddie would praise you so good.

"such a sweet girl, taking everything i give you."

whispered big hand

A/N: holy fucking shit nonnie you got me so fucked up i almost forgot everything ever

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: Eddie is really good at letting you know how good you are for him. 0.6k words.

Warnings: smut, praise kink, dom!eddie, PRAISE KINK, pet names (slut, bug, lovebug, sweet thing, baby, sweets, my love), cursing

He’d be so fucked up with it, knowing full well what it does to you.

The casual: “You did so good, baby.”

Or: “Couldn’t be prouder, bug,” with a cheeky wink and a kiss that lingers just a little too long.

It’s so sickening, especially when he’s fucking you.

“Jesus—feels good, dunnit?"

Oh, but he knows the answer. Because you've been wriggling since he kissed your chest and smiled up at you through his lashes. Teasing you with his shiny rings welting your thigh, pinching the soft skin, mouth purring when your fingertips swipe desperately across his pale navel.

"Takin’ all of it, lovebug, all yours,” Eddie says, hushed in the heat of his tongue and dipping down for a sloppy nip at your jaw. Lancing the smooth skin in his own dastardly way, but he can’t help being a menace. Big brown eyes, pretty boy, a sweetheart, and he’s got you like putty in his shaky palms. He’s sweet on you and a gentleman at heart.

Which is what makes his senselessness even messier.

“Fit me like a fuckin’ glove—goddamnit, baby, keep squeezing and I’ll—”

It’s inhuman the way you arch and gurgle and moan each time he shifts. Nudging deeper, coaxing it out of you like black sludge, spilling out, dripping, perfectly inky on his sheets. It makes him smile. In the midst of your whining, you drag him closer, and he bends over you to whisper against your temple.

“You’re torture, and you know it, bug. Taking every inch deeper and…” he mumbles, pecking your hairline with his slender hips rolling a slow circle just to get you to shudder and squeal, “that’s right, sweet thing, just like that, huh?”

“So good to me, baby, how’d I get so lucky?” His mouth is wet, and your forehead is damp, and he paws at your hips when he slides slowly out, making sure you feel your own grip. How he almost pulls from you fully, but pauses at the tip, watching you squirm and roll onto your side. And your jaw falls open when he thrusts hard. But makes up for it with a kiss to your ribcage, spine curled because he can’t help the coo that slips dangerously down your waist.

“Mhm, such a pretty little thing. Tight ‘n’ made for me, sweets.”

He hooks his fingers into the crook of your knee, thumbing your calf while you warm his cock. Throbbing and whimpering and reaching for anything he’ll give. He’s always been good. Grateful, even more, for your radar. How he didn’t have to say a word to get your attention; just had to duck away from a smile when you glanced over at him across the hall.

And now he has you at will, holding you close and grabbing your hips like they were made for his heavy fingers to grip. He crawled this far and found you’re better than he imagined. Than he hoped. You can’t even look at him while he sinks into your supple body. If you did, he’d be floored. Never to recover.

“Look at me, bug,” he coos. He wants it. Wants you to stare him down while he shreds you apart. While he gives it to you—hot and sweet like burnt brown sugar.

While he loves you despite himself.

But you whine and dig your face into his pillow—it smells just like him, and you think you’d be okay suffocating for Eddie. Rotting as long as he’d handle you forever like something pricelessly porcelain.

“My love.” He’s serious in the fall of his voice, the raw rasp in his throat when you crane your neck and flutter around him. But that smile suits him like it’s fuckin’ tailored. And it makes him wicked. “Watch me while I give it to you, slut”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #x reader #x gn!reader #* #smut #stranger things s4 #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #joseph quinn #him saying baby in that gif makes me a different kind of flustered #he is so Handsome

[kshira]

𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄!

ft. eren, armin, levi

tw. fem!reader, mentions of creampie, pussy drunk boyo, needy boyo, f!oral, soft dom! w/ sub! reader

an. this is the determining post to see if i write for aot <3 

𖣠 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍

through eyes pooling with an endless sea of green eren crawls over your body, calloused hands gripping against your thighs and spreading you open. verdant orbs flicker down to your hole—bare, untouched and if anything the heat radiating from it makes his chest throb. one hand pulled from your skin to wrap around the base of his cock and eren admits to himself, a sheer line of sweat is the least of his worries when he grazes just the tip through your slick folds.

“fuck” a curse, soaked in a haze lingers on his lips and a saturated moan crawls through his throat. eren has pondered the thought and dreamt of a day when he’d be able to fuck you raw but the reality of it shatters his composure once he fully sinks in. if it’s not the amount of juices already dripping to his swollen balls, the way your hands search for his face to hold—it’s the tightness that engulfs him. “you feel fuckin’ amazing” eren groans, rising above you with shallow thrusts, slowing down the strokes to drink in every single movement his cock is graciously touching. with every second passing eren is pushing his cock further into your messy hole, fingers indenting into his warm cheeks pulls him from his eyes captured by your cunt sucking him in, “can i cum inside you? make a mess in this perfect pussy?”

a strangled moan, fingers intertwined and a mess between your legs paints a vision of the room, another gasp relentlessly drawing from your lungs when eren pumps another hot load inside your hole. “angel, it’s your turn to cum” eren whispers, crashing his lips against your own and dwindling his fingers down the valley of your stomach, calloused pads pressing down on your puffy clit. your legs hook around his lower waist, thighs trembling on his hips while eren leads your orgasm to the surface, ripples of pleasure destroying your core in the wake. eren is left breathless, heaving as he looks down on you, a hand raising to cup your cheek whilst his thumb smooths over your wet cheeks, “never knew my pretty girl had a fuckin’ pussy like this, my cum belongs in this pussy—my pussy.”

𖣠 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍

armin shudders, a twitch in his spine breaks through every nerve in his system till it resigns on his cock. armin knows one taste of your pussy wrapped around his cock and he’d crumble into nothing so maybe your folds sliding across his cock will suffice—for now. “s-so wet” armin whines, an arm placed over his eyes, brows furrowed at the way your juices taint his length, dripping to his lap and your lips pressed firmly in the crevice of his neck. “need more” armin pants, tilting his head towards the heavens and silently praying he can do more than melt at the raw, exposed and harsh hold your pussy already has on him. “need to feel you, princess—feel all of you” armin draws back his face to look at you, an ethereal greed colors his eyes black, stomach dropping when armin begins to hoist you over his cock.

it’s more than he ever imagined, nights spent fisting his cock to you but just a glimmer of his mind drifting to splitting your cunt open with his bare cock—he’s spilling his seed in seconds, already edging himself again when the ideas come crawling back to the edges of his mind. “you like it like this, pretty baby? no condom, just me fucking this pussy like it deserves?” armin buries himself deeper in your hole, groans resonate from his chest when your walls clamp down harder on him. you could reply back, moan or even whimper a response but armin cuts the wicked air with his own voice, vining his arms around your body and fucking you like his cock will mold to your pussy. turquoise orbs catch every movement of your body, from the way your hips roll with ease, to the tiny puffs of air flowing from your lips greeted with lulling moans. “god you’re so perfect for me, i just want to be like this forever” armin dips his face to your neck, littering the skin with soft kisses while he makes his way to your tits, tongue swirling against the bud while his cock pounds into your hole. it really is better than the thoughts he’s painted in his mind but as armin feels the way his cockhead is about to burst—he realizes cumming inside you was beyond a mere thought he could have ever had.

“gonna fuckin’ cum” armin moans out, walls clouded with his own voice and the sheer begging tone erupts your walls to clamp down even harder on him. “want to fill this hole so bad, m’always wanted this princess” armin trembles below you, gripping the fat of your ass and rolling you on his length, the lewd noises echoing back, perfect tits bouncing in his face and the perfection sat on top of armin—he tries, halts but cannot keep himself from pumping his seed in your hole. “s’good baby, so good for me” armin whimpers, sending his cock into overdrive while he continues his pace, wanting to cum again. and how could he not? the warmth of your pussy drowns him, waves of your moans and squeals suffocate his lungs and his cum, never ending as he empties another white pretty load. spillage is plentiful inside you but you don’t care—armin's disheveled face, strands of his hair stuck to his forehead and those lidded eyes are more than enough to let your boyfriend cum over and over.

𖣠 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈

your taste seeps deep on levi’s tongue, the back of his hand coming up to wipe the juices from his chin, gunmetal opals cast across the valley of your chest, slowly rising to the orgasm he’d pulled with just his tongue. “ready for my cock, angel?” levi murmurs, dipping his head back down between your legs. levi has a hand on his cock, fisting it slowly while his tongue works its way back on your puffy clit—the condom seemingly appearing in his hands and beginning to unwrap. “not this time” you whisper, carding your fingers through his raven locks causing your boyfriend to jet his eyes upwards, “you want me to fuck you raw?” he smirks, gut twisting when you simply nod back. levi drops the condom to the floor while he appears over you, capturing your mouth with his, “whatever you want, pretty girl” he mumbles through your lips, the taste of yourself dipping into your warm mouth.

levi sucks a harsh breath in, resting both of your legs over his shoulder and your body sprawled out under him, with your lips parted and shivering—he sinks in, exhaling the breath with a loud, audible groan. “you’re tight—so fucking tight” levi flickers his eyes at you, placing a kiss on your ankle and slowly starting strokes in you. “i’ve been missing out on fucking you this good” levi bends down, further pushing his length inside you, the tip curving against your cervix and he bites back the unruly moan that grips at his chest. reeling his hips back to savor the wetness, vice like grip and amongst all—your pleas for more has levi dropping his head and screwing his eyes shut. his hands finding solace in yours levi drapes them above your head, tits rubbing across his bare chest and cock splitting your weeping cunt open, a divine feeling embodies him—acting on his orgasm splintering his length levi fucks you harder into the sheets below. “you’re taking me so well, angel” levi pants, running nimble fingers down to rub soft circles on your swollen clit. “you deserve to cum on my cock, yeah?” your eyes plead his answer, bucking your hips to meet his own and levi is chasing his high, dragging you under the sea of bliss with him.

the chill of ecstasy runs through levi’s viens, turning his skin to ice while he paints your walls, holding your body close to him and eyes knocking white when your pussy flutters against his length, gushing all over him. levi feels his cock twitching, and he wants nothing more than to just stay like this, let time stand still and his cock sweetly nestled inside you. and maybe then he thinks, all of his cum will stay in, not a drop wasted on the sheets and his body confined to yours. “like this, just stay like this princess” levi whispers, guiding the sheets over your bodies and shifting to where he lays his eyes on you. with lids lazily slanted he brushes his lips across yours, “you’re so beautiful,” he leaves the word is a quiet hum, sleep dragging his body to another realm with you tucked in his arms.

#aot x reader #aot smut #eren x reader #eren smut #armin x reader #armin smut #levi x reader #levi smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut

[raphaelsrightarm]

Ass Man

Raph eats ass and no one can tell me different

words:1013

warnings: smut, 18+ only 

You laid on your stomach, scrolling through your phone as you waited for Raph. He was supposed to show up a while ago but had gotten held up. Leaving you here with nothing but the thought of him to hold you over until he made his way here. You sighed, glancing over to your open window. 

Still no sign of him.

You rolled onto your stomach, placing your phone on the nightstand. A thud on your fire escape alerted you of his arrival, shortly followed by your window being slid shut. Heavy footsteps gave you an idea of where he was. Which was standing at the foot of your bed, admiring the view before him. You had decided that pants weren’t necessary for the evening, wearing a thong that left nothing to the imagination. Just the way he liked them.

You could practically feel his eyes on you, knowing exactly what his focus was on.

“Damn babe. You’re killin’ me.” His voice sent a pang of excitement through you. It was almost embarrassing how a voice could have such an effect on you.

“If you had been here earlier, you could have done something about it.” You smirked, raising your hips slightly off the bed to give him a better view. You felt the bed dip as he sat next to your legs. He placed his large hand on your calve, thumb sweeping over the skin.

“I know I kept you waitin’. How about I make it up to ya’?” Your heart raced as his hand rose up higher up your leg. Both of you knew exactly where this night was going; and you couldn’t wait to get to the good part. 

He worshipped your body with his hands. Sliding them over the backs of your thighs to your ass. He held them tightly. His thumbs smoothing over the soft skin, kneading them. He bit his lip at the feeling of them. Confirming what both of you already knew.

Raph is an ass man.

You felt his weight shift as he leaned down, kissing up your back to your shoulder, nipping at the skin. His finger hooked under your chin, turning your head to the side to meet your mouth. Fuck, you missed this. His hands on your body, his lips pressed against yours. It was something so simple, yet had the ability to spring goosebumps all over your body. He pulled away after a moment, his lips pressing against the back of your neck, then trailing down your back. 

Your thumbs slipped into the waistband of your thong. Pulling it down your legs before Raph had the chance to tear it. You arched your back, raising your hips high off the bed. Raph watched attentively as the new position spread you open, giving him a better view of you. His thumbs spread your glistening pussy even further. You could hear him take a deep breath behind you, taking in the sweet smell of your arousal.

“All for me, huh?” His hands gripped your ass hard enough to leave fingerprints. It was a beautiful sight. Your face resting on your arms, that beautiful ass in the air.  

“Maybe. You’ll have to earn it.” You teased. Raph scoffed lightly, his hand landing on your ass with a harsh slap. You jolted at the sudden sting, but Raph is nothing if not considerate, as his hand ran over the red mark.

“Guess I’ll have to fuckin’ remind ya.” Followed by a slap on the other cheek. It was exciting to say the least. Being a brat had it’s advantages with him. There were a few more spanks that landed on your skin -mainly because Raph loved the jiggle- before his focus turned to something else.

You sucked in a ragged breath as his tongue flicked over your asshole. Raph chuckled at your reaction. Before going back in, running his unyielding tongue over the entrance. Reveling in each gasp and whimper.

He began slow, then came Raph’s usual style that you always called without mercy. He gave your ass another quick slap before running his tongue firmly over the opening once again. Your face buried deeper into the pillow as you squirmed beneath him. He held you still, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

The volume of Raph’s churs began picking up the louder your moans became. With a groan, he pulled away from the main activity to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, kissing it afterwards to ease the sting. It wasn’t long before his tongue once again lavished your hole. Alternating from flicking back and forth to moving in smooth circles over the rim. 

His finger slipped through your folds, coating it in your essence before slowly pushing inside your wet pussy. You let out a deep sigh, back arching higher off the bed. His other hand reached around your thigh to play with your clit. Your hands grasped the pillows in your fists, hips matching the rhythm of his thrusts. 

Your whimpers and gasps became a continuous stream of incoherent words and moans. It sounded to him a little like begging at some points, at others it sounded like his name. He could feel you getting closer, your walls tightening around his finger as it curled inside you. 

You were so close to the edge, standing on that fine line separating you from ecstasy. Both of his hands began to move faster, making a high pitched gasp escape you. That was all it took to push you over that line, pushing you off the peak you had just climbed. 

The muscles in your thighs trembled, flexing and releasing over and over again as your orgasm washed over you. Raph watched as you writhed in front of him. No matter how many times he made you cum, that feeling of pride never went away. He waited until you went limp to pull away. You were completely out of it. Basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.

His gruff voice in your ear bringing you back to reality. “Am I forgiven yet?” 

“Not yet.”

#tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayversetmnt #tmnt raph #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raph smut

[johansslut]

salacious.

anon asked, “hi can i request another ceo!natashaxreader fic with smut etc?”

from the writer’s desk: yes, sweet anon, you cERTAINLY CAN! ceo!nat back with a vengeance (+ the return of faithful assistant bestie kate bishop) and i have absolutely nothing to say for myself except that it is officially whore wednesday and i will be starting a bible study group to atone for all of the sins below. xx summary: romanoff international is hosting a gala fundraiser for the local children’s hospital, and you’re having trouble keeping your hands to yourself. your boss has a few thoughts on that matter.  contains: ceo!natasha x female reader —— warnings include unspecified and implied age gap [ legal ], nsfw content [ semi-public sex, daddy kink, dirty talk ]. → inbox status: OPEN (more info here)  |  don’t repost my works.

Red lipstick. Check. Stiletto heels. Check. Dab of perfume to the wrists and neck. Check. Saint Laurent dress that just barely brushes along your thighs, arriving at the apartment in a white box with a silk bow on top and a lipstick print on the card. Check.

You’re gonna be in so much trouble.

Kate is waiting inside the mouth of the lobby when you stroll in, taking a quick once-over as you approach. Her eyes meet yours, one of her eyebrows elevated at what she’s found. “I’m impressed,” she compliments. “Boss?”

Your red lips purse into a smirk. “Boss.”

Romanoff International are the kind, generous hosts of tonight’s gala, fancy dresses to fundraise for the local children’s hospital to open up an inpatient rehabilitation center. It’s a good cause to come out for, and your boss had allowed everyone on the floor to leave work early to encourage them taking the afternoon to freshen up and come out to the gala later in the evening. 

You were a different case entirely. Your attendance was mandatory.

Champagne platters float around the ballroom from waiters, the band at the head of the ballroom playing a song that’s familiar on the edge of your tongue, hard to place the more you think on it. Kate swipes champagne flutes for the two of you and you cheers each other with a grin. It’s light and smooth as it slides down your throat, surveying the room.

It seems your boss’s plan had worked, the majority of your floor milling around in their nicest suits or cocktail dresses and exchanging pleasantries with one another. Your eyes aren’t looking for company, though, you’re looking for one person in particular. The woman of the hour.

As you and Kate idly wade deeper into the ballroom, you suddenly spot her. She’s talking with a few of the board members, her red hair sweeping down her shoulders in curls that pop against the color of her black dress. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of her in it, cap sleeves that curl across her chest and leave little of her cleavage to the imagination. It’s how you find yourself chugging champagne, Kate ripping away your empty glass with a bark of laughter.

“This is sad,” she says, passing your glass off to a nearby waiter. “Just go talk to her.”

You shoot Kate a glare. “And say what? Yes, Miss Romanoff, what do I have to do to rip that dress off of you in front of three hundred people? I’d be on the front fuckin’ page.”

“Hey, I’d read that shit.” Kate lifts one of her hands in mock arrest, lips pursed around the rim of her glass. “All I’m saying is that technically, you’re off the clock. No one’s gonna think of it if you flirt with the boss in public — half of them have made that their mission as it is.”

The thought sends a strike of jealousy down your spine. Not that it matters, of course, because you know how their efforts will be received, who will be sitting next to Natasha in the backseat of a town car once the stragglers are on their way out, who’s got her attention safely secured in their back pocket. It bothers you, though, the thought that you aren’t the only one who sees your boss the way that you do. It bothers you that they think they can get a glimpse of what’s yours, up close and personal.

So you take Kate’s advice — which is likely considered against the law in a handful of states — and you let the current of the crowd carry you until you’re deposited at Natasha’s feet.

You play it cool, wrangling Jeff from the lobby into a meaningless, mindless conversation until you’re certain that Natasha’s noticed you within proximity. You laugh at something he says that isn’t remotely funny, glancing away just long enough to see green eyes looking straight through you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you greet with a smile. 

Your name rolls stiffly off her tongue, and before you get a second to question it, one of her hands is wrapped around your wrist as she pulls you in for the customary greeting of kissing you on the cheek, her lips just brushing your skin. “Nice of you to make it,” she says, squaring her shoulders back as she lets you loose.

“I love an excuse to dress up,” you reply. 

“Who’s this?” one of the board members you don’t recognize asks. 

“This is my assistant,” Natasha says by way of introduction. 

He holds out his hand, taking yours and giving it a succinct shake. “Lovely to meet you, dear.”

Your lips peel back in a polite smile, both rows of teeth flashing. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” Natasha asks, shaking you back into her realm of orbit, recapturing your attention. 

“I am. Everything’s turned out lovely, Miss Romanoff, and for such a wonderful cause.”

Her lips press together in a hard smile, making it hard for you to get a clear read on her thoughts. She gives herself away by the quick downwards-flick of her sights, and you can’t help but to be pleased with yourself. “It was good to see you,” she says. “Perhaps we’ll bump into each other later?”

“Perhaps,” you agree. 

She’s then tugged off into another conversation with Jeff, giving him the same obligatory welcome-and-thanks-for-spending-your-night-off-here. You notice that she foregoes the same kiss on the cheek, the same marking of her territory, and there is no masking the smug smile that drapes itself across your lips.

Natasha turns her head once, presumably to see if you’re still there; you slip a wink at her before you disappear into the crowd.

Your feet are hurting from the Stilettos and a five-song streak of you and Kate dancing by the open bar to whatever nonsense the band has been playing, so when you spot a break in the ballroom’s wall that promises a moment of peace, you take it. 

Okay, and you may or may not have spotted Natasha walking this way a few minutes prior, which would provide the perfect opportunity for a moment alone, a moment to kiss her mouth swollen until she’s practically wearing your lipstick, a moment to revel in her beauty to tide you over until last call. 

It’s a dark, abandoned hallway, leading down towards office spaces that aren’t being used for the night. You figure this is likely where the bathrooms are, and you barely have time to give things another thought before you catch the flash of a grin and your heart soars in crescendo.

“Well well,” Natasha croons, one of her hands curling around your wrist and jerking you sharply into her embrace. She turns on her heel, pinning you up against the wall. “Look what I found.”

“Hi, daddy,” you whisper with a grin, back hitting the wall with a thud.

“Hi, baby.” For the first time all evening, she’s able to take a solid look at you, rake her eyes across your body hard and slow, the same way she likes to spread you out and fuck you. The tip of her tongue flickers over her lower lip to wet it. “I did pretty good.”

“Sure did,” you mutter in agreement, taking advantage of your freed hands to reach out and touch her for the first time all night, the way you’ve been itching to since you caught sight of her across the ballroom. Her dress leaves nothing to the imagination the way it hugs her, your hands gliding along the curves of her hips and guiding her towards you with little resistance on her behalf. 

“Already getting handsy, huh?” she taunts, lips ghosting along the column of your neck and the angle of her head leaving her red curls to tickle along your exposed collarbone. “Can’t even wait until the party dies down?” 

“Not when you look like that,” you admit. And it’s true — work is hard enough as it is, with Natasha exuding dominance every time she walks in the building, the lingering trail of her eyes burning through you as she walks past and the purse of her lips bringing about a dozen of inappropriate reminders of what she can do with them. She exudes sex on all the days that end in ‘Y’, and when she trades out her pantsuits for dresses and tastes like whiskey and looks so good she could give you a heart attack, you feel as though you can’t possibly be blamed for driving yourself to a point of no return when it comes to getting your hands on this divine of a woman. 

“You’re a sweet little slut,” she laughs. "Good thing I’ve called dibs on you; I’ve been fielding questions for the last hour from Stark on what office number I hide you in.”

Your cheeks flush at the thought of having eyes other than Natasha’s on you — you’re not naive to the fact that the effort you pour into your appearance (albeit for Natasha’s sake) pays off, but it’s strange to think of it garnering enough attention for you to appear on Natasha’s radar per her peers’ comments. “What...what’d you say?” You suck in a breath as her teeth graze over your pulse point, letting curiosity get the best of you.

When she exhales another short laugh, the vibration from her lips runs through your skin. “That I keep you in my office, under the desk and choking on my cock while I answer his stupid questions all day long.” Her reply sends an aching pain straight to your cunt. “And that I love whenever he’s on a tangent, rambling about some fucking pipe dream idea he’s had, ‘cause that’s usually when I’ve got a mouth full of that pretty pussy and can’t be bothered to talk anyways. One of the finer aspects of our partnership with Stark Industries. Wouldn’t you agree, kitten?”

“Yes, daddy,” you sigh, leaning back into the wall as her hands roughly drag over the surface of your hips.

“‘Course you do,” Natasha muses. “’S my pussy anyways, I can do what I want to it. Whenever I want, wherever I want.” Her hand slips past the hem of your dress and up your thigh, her hand cupping your mound and discovering that you made the executive decision to forego underwear for tonight’s momentous occasion. “Seems to me someone was hoping I’d feel inspired to do something to it tonight.”

Her fingers rest on top of the lips of your pussy and you’re desperate for her to touch you further, deeper, harder. “Please,” you whisper.

Natasha pulls back, the lowly lit hallway only showing the sparkle in her eyes, not the darkening of her irises that hallmark her arousal. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy,” you whine. “Need you to touch me.”

She smirks, running her fingers along your slit before dipping two into your pussy, a broken sigh of contentment leaving you. “Gotta be quiet, baby,” she chides. She curls her fingers inside of you before withdrawing them, presenting them up to you. “Want a taste of that sweet pussy?”

You oblige, sucking the tips of her fingers into your mouth and your tongue flickering over the skin to lick them clean. “Good girl,” she praises, pulling them back once she’s satisfied with your work. 

Her hand dips back between the juncture of your thighs and this time, she doesn’t tease: she pushes the two fingers back inside of you, beginning a hard and unforgiving pace. Even with the music playing on the other end of the ballroom, you can hear just how wet you are as her fingers thrust in you. She laughs, a low and quiet sound before capturing your lips with her own, tongue tracing the corners of your mouth. You moan into her mouth, the small noise motivating her. “That’s it, baby. Ride my hand.”

“You feel so good,” you whimper. “So good in my little pussy.”

“I know,” she replies. “Got you drunk on your daddy, don’t I? Can’t have anybody else inside you but me, no one else fucks you good like this.”

“God, yes—” A keening noise breaks in your throat as she flicks at your clit, twisting and curling her fingers every few thrusts to send you spinning.

She cuts you off with the forceful press of her lips to yours. “Quiet, slut. We’re not as far removed from the party as you think.”

She presses her forehead against yours, watching your reaction to her words — or, in your case, lack thereof. It bemuses her, and the present gleam in her eye lets you know you aren’t as good at playing coy as you’d like to think. “You want someone to catch us, don’t you?” Your walls tighten around her fingers and she’s pleased by the response. “Dirty girl, wanting to get caught with my hand in your pussy. You want everyone to know you’re my little slut, is that it? That I’m the one you’re dressing like a fuckin’ five course meal for, I’m the one who put you in that dress and I’m gonna be the one to rip it off you later?” 

“Yes, daddy, I’m all yours,” you have the presence of mind to reply, the heel of her hand grinding against your clit while she ruthlessly fucks her fingers up into you. Your hips undulate on their own accord, one hand in her curls and the other against the wall to steady yourself. 

“Yeah, you are. Come for me, honey, come for your daddy and soak those pretty thighs.” The thrill of being caught, your boss knuckle-deep in your pussy and the friction from the heel of her hand is too much and it doesn’t take much more for you to climax. 

You have to catch your breath, your head tipping back against the wall and leaving your neck exposed for her to nip at. Slowly, she pulls her fingers back out of you, this time bringing them up to her own lips. It’s sinuous, the way they disappear behind her pillowy lips for her to suck the taste of you clean.  

She withdraws them with a faint pop, smirking at you. “Like fuckin’ candy.”

You lean in to kiss her and there’s a bright, tangy taste on her tongue that you recognize as yourself, and fuck, she could not be any hotter.

That is, until her hands push on your shoulders and guide you down. She looks on at you expectantly, fingers curling in the locks of your hair absently. “Go on, honey,” she encourages. “Do what you do best — get that tongue up in my pussy and get me off before you gotta step back out there and show everyone what you’ve been up to. Gotta have something to tide me over until this thing’s over and I can fuck you proper in the backseat on the way home.”

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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[ ☁︎, ✘ (nsfw 18+!) ] angst, smut

𝐛𝐢𝐨 : Much to your chagrin, you realize you have feelings for your explosive coworker with benefits... (continuation of FYIJM/Orange Lambo)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : ahaha whaaa i bet you had thought this series was abandoned! well, surprise update. i realized the other day that i hadn’t updated this series in a year oops so... have this haha. for those of you who foresaw the angst... great job hehe. also please beware this is unedited... and for that i apologize~

𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : once again, reader is meant to be a fellow pro hero working at the same agency as Bakugou! so Y/H/N is meant to be read as “your hero name”.

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🄳ark shadows stretch along the tiled floor of the office, cast by the bright moon hanging high and proud in the sky. The fumes from the bustling city are strong challengers to the magnificent orb of light, but they only succeed in swallowing the stars twinkling across the planes of the sky— for the moon beams through them and illuminates the tears glittering down your cheeks.

Bakugou’s hand is firm around your throat as he presses your form against the glass of the floor-length window, your nipples dragging along the chilled surface. You sob in pleasure as his hips dig into your ass, his cock plunging into you. As soon as your mouth opens, his palm slides to cup around your cheek, shoving two thick fingers between your teeth and pressing down against the back of your tongue as far as they can reach. His movements are rough and ravenous, and flush with desire.

Just how you like it.

And he knows it.

Your teeth clamp around the digits and Bakugou releases an angry moan, hooking the fingers around your teeth and throwing your head to the side. “Fuckin brat,” he snarls, his other arm tightening around your stomach to press your back snug against his sturdy chest. “You’re gonna pay for bein’ bad, slut.”

His hips begin to slap mercilessly into you, his hard cock smashing deep into your core, again and again. Your disobedience withers as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure, body melting from his touch to curl into the curves of his instruction. Spine arching and feet sliding apart to welcome him even deeper inside, Bakugou grins at how easily you're broken, his hand leaving your waist to clap against your ass.

A moan decorates the glass with frosted white as you shuffle forward from the spank. Somehow his name tumbles from your lips in a winded cry, and his teeth sink into your neck as his growl vibrates across your heated skin. Your pussy clenches down on his thick length, and he moans even louder into your neck. His palm plants tiny explosions onto your ass as he slaps you another time, only prospering further as you clamp onto him again. “Fuck, you’re tight for a slut, y’know that?” He groans, tongue flicking along the fresh indents of his teeth on your throat.

“If anyone’s the slut here—“ you gasp as his fingers finally move out of your mouth to snag around your neck again. He squeezes the sides of your throat, daring you to finish your sentence. But you’ve already started your counter, and you aren’t backing down now. “— it’s you.”

Even if you had managed to snag a final breath as you finish talking, it’s stolen from you when a feral Bakugou roars behind you, ripping you from the glass and pivoting to shove you across the surface of his tidy desk. You whimper as his cock drags along your slick walls, his balls beginning to slap into your clit mercilessly and sending tingles through your skeleton. You swear and he laughs harshly, both hands gripping onto your hips as he hammers you into the desk. “I’m the slut?” He parrots, giving your non-reddened ass cheek a hard blow with his explosive palm. “When you’re the one who’s begging for me to fuck this sloppy little cunt? Look how wet you are,” he comments, a thumb trailing over your ass to touch the excess slick at the base of his cock. “Shit,” he grumbles as he moves the digit over your ass, dipping into your puckered hole easily with plethoric lubrication.

You whine at the stimulation, his thumb diving into you and rubbing inside. “Katsuki, a-ahh,” you gasp as his hips begin to pick up the pace again, an expletive falling from your lips after a moan.

“Y’like that, hah? See, you can’t even prove your case, Princess,” he chuckles, rolling his hips to grind against your sensitive walls. The action makes a purr of pleasure rumble from your throat, back bowing to offer your ass to him even further, meeting his circling hips. Your submission only spurs him on, his hands pushing your hips back into his in perfect synchronization. “Whose pussy is this?”

The question falls from his lips without thought, and his vermillion eyes widen as he realizes his mistake. Yet what horrifies him is that you don’t pause— you don’t even stray from your perfect speed to match his hips, not even a second out of line— you moan, and reply to him eagerly, “Yours, Katsuki— yours!”

And even though terror floods past the dam he’d so carefully constructed around his heart, his body crumbles at your answer, the spring in his stomach compressing as he nearly cums right there and then. He wants to choke out that he’s close, but somehow he croaks out a command instead. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock— fuck...”

In your haze of lust you don’t notice how soft his voice has become. You let yourself topple over the edge, pussy squeezing him tight as your orgasm washes over your body. It’s sinfully encaptivating; a tiny morsel of what you can only imagine heaven must feel like. Bliss crashes through you like heavy tides on a rocky sea wall, drenching you completely in sweet, refreshing euphoria.

Bakugou’s tempo is swift and hard, but he relents after a few seconds with the way you milk him like a vise. He gasps as he nearly cums inside you, pulling out at the very last second and painting your back white with his load. He groans as his fist jerks around his cock, head thrown back in ecstasy as he empties his balls onto the canvas of your moonlit skin.

It’s quiet, save for the cocktail of ragged breaths huffing from the pair of you— coming down from your highs and minds clearing of the lust that so easily had dominated you just moments ago. Bakugou falls back into his desk chair, free hand opening a drawer to grab a package of wet wipes. He snags a sheet from the container, hissing as the cool wipe slides along his aching cock. A second towelette glides down the expanse of your spine as he cleanses you of his release, and you hum as he drags the other side of the  cloth between your thighs with care.

Cautiously you crawl off his desk, legs twitching as tiny, lingering shocks from your orgasm zip along your limbs. As the lascivious fog begins to clear, the air in the room becoming still and laden with perspiration from your passionate session, your stomach begins to turn. Your brain begins to work again, your heart seizing in your chest as you watch Bakugou tug up his pants. No part of you wants to follow his actions, and yet your body moves on its own, fingertips dragging your leotard up your legs. It’s his office you’re in this time— and he clearly wants you to leave if he’s dressing this quickly.

Bakugou doesn’t say a word, red eyes flicking over your hurried figure. He frowns, though that’s not unusual for him, and swallows back the lump in his throat. Would you stay if he asked you to? The answer surely must be no, and he growls at the thought of fucking this up— whatever this is— by asking stupid questions. What you said was in the heat of the moment, prompted by him himself; certainly you were just desperate to cum, desperate for your high. And yet he can’t stop himself from calling out to you just as you’re about to slip around the corner of his office door.

Bakugou looks just as surprised as you when your name slips from his lips. You stand there in the middle of the doorway, frozen with your doe eyes glued to him expectantly. He doesn’t know what to do— what to say— but somehow he manages to speak. “Grab your stuff and meet me in the garage in five.”

He wants to slap himself. Did he really say that?

You’re stunned, frozen to the spot and blinking at him blankly. Your lips part to respond to him, and yet nothing comes out. All other words failing you, the only thing you can think to say is—

“Okay!”

You blurt out like a buffoon, turning on your heel and making your escape down the hallway, away from the intensity of his gaze. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you try with all your might to squash down the giddy butterflies bursting in your stomach. Logically, it would be sound to assume he’s just taking you to your apartment. It’s late, and the city is dark and filled with all kinds of characters— not like you’re a fellow pro-hero who can protect yourself of anything.

You try your hardest not to let your imagination wander as you’re packing away a few folders from the safety of your office, but you just can’t help the warmth that rises to your cheeks. Perhaps he’s taking you somewhere else? But then again, at this hour, the only other place he could really be taking you is… his place.

No. No way that could be possible. Just— no! You shake your head, smoothing down the skin-tight material of your hero suit before grabbing your bag, jacket thrown over your shoulder as you rush to the elevator.

Bakugou is already in the garage, leaning against his sleek, orange sports-car with something akin to a grimace marring his handsome face. At the sight of you exiting the elevator doors, he pushes himself upright, bulging biceps uncrossing as he makes his way toward the driver’s side of the vehicle. “You sure take your time, Princess,” he comments, vermillion eyes twinkling with snarkiness. “No wonder you’re always playing catch-up on the agency leaderboard.”

Just like that, he’s back to being Bakugou.

“Playing mean to cover up being decent for once?” You retort as you swing the passenger door open, slinging your bag onto the ground before your legs follow, ass meeting the expensive leather seat.

All he gives you is a classic tch, in true Bakugou fashion, before the engine roars to life. You give him your address before he can ask, and he responds with a grunt before he shifts the vehicle into drive. The noise echoes off the cement walls of the garage, and the car’s purring continues as it exits the building. The lacquer shines glossy in the moonlight— the very same moonlight that had kissed your lewd face just ten minutes ago as the man beside you had ravaged you. The recollection makes your eyes move away from the blonde, instead opting to focus on the very interesting interior of the door.

The drive is quick and void of sound, save for the howl of the wind pouring in from the cracked windows. There’s no music, and no conversation, but still, you can’t help the content blooming in your chest. This is the first time that Bakugou has offered to drive you home. Well, besides that one incident that happened a few weeks ago when he took you to that park and… took you for a ride, so to speak. And in this very vehicle. The memory makes your heart race, your teeth taking your bottom lip prisoner.

In no time, you’re pulling up in front of your apartment complex, and your breath hitches as the car comes to a stop. The air is heavy and full of tension, and you can’t help but steal a glance over at Bakugou. The blonde is sitting rigid in his seat, brow furrowed and frown evident on his lips. His hands are wound tight around the steering wheel, and it takes a moment for him to face you directly.

Before you can make a word— a sound, even— Bakugou’s hand cups your face. His touch is gentle, patient as he brings your face to his. When your lips meet, a whimper crawls from your throat. His mouth is warm, movements cautious as his lips brush against yours. The sweet, smoky, caramel-like smell of him twists around your senses, and you lean into his touch, enamored.

It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced with him...

And it’s over immediately.

Bakugou moves backwards, crimson eyes wide and watchful, wary of your every move. Your lips are still parted, and you blink at him as you take in his retreating face, dazed. There’s a pregnant pause as you take each other in, your fingers going to brush your lips in shock. His eyes trail over your lips before he looks at you again. Maybe you’re just imagining it, but there’s something in his gaze that looks a lot like longing.

“Goodnight, Princess.”

His deep voice rumbles in his throat, and goosebumps rise along your skin as his saccharine choice of words sinks in. Your brow furrows as you soak it in, lips parted but no sound coming out.

The look you give him is inquisitive.

But Bakugou only sees it as accusatory.

His demeanor hardens by the second— the brief softness that had just been exposed fleeting fast as his arms cross over his chest. “You gonna sit there all night, dumbass?” He hisses, beautiful red orbs turning into slits.

“Katsuki,” you whisper, reaching out to him. It’s the only thing that your body allows you to say, shellshocked at the vulnerability you’d just seen from him— a revelation as impressive as if you had discovered a new species.

Bakugou only glares at your outstretched fingers, jamming his finger into the side of the door to unlock your own. “Just get out,” he orders. And somehow seeing you flinch at his words, watching as the hurt flashes on your face for just a moment— it spurs him on. “I got someplace to be already.”

With a tight chest, you push your door open, grabbing your bag and casting one last, furtive glance at the explosive man. But his eyes are only on the steering wheel, so you sigh and pick up your jacket from the seat. “Goodnight, Boom-Boy,” you murmur as you retreat from the vehicle, allowing the door to shut.

Little do you know, his gaze follows you until your figure disappears through the heavy doors of the foyer, leaving him alone to the torments of his self-loathing and frustration.

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Unsurprisingly, you don’t have a great night of sleep. You toss and turn in your sheets, rewinding and replaying every second of interaction in his outrageously-expensive car. Overthinking every word, every pause, every look. All he had wished you was an honest “goodnight”, so why did it feel like there was so much more?

This had been the first time you’d caught a glimpse of what lies beneath the hard, spiny exterior of the man, and yet, it had been but a speck of dust in the wind. You’d seen it for one second. One exhilarating, butterfly-inducing second, and then— it was gone. Vanished. By the time you’d gotten your bearings, it seemed like the man’s shell was even spikier— more abrasive than even his explosive locks, and far more capable of hurting you.

And perhaps you were a little hurt— you mean to say, you are. But that makes you question if you’re just picking up signals that he’s not even aware he’s sending. You’re second-guessing yourself in every sense at this point. All over one kiss, and one “goodnight”.

But it wasn’t just a “goodnight”. It was a “goodnight, princess”. As if that would make such a difference.

A part of you, probably the majority, to be honest, is being rational about this. The two of you haven’t really spoken much about your… relationship, if you even dare to call it that. One evening it had just sort of… happened, and since then, it’s been happening, without much pause. For months, this has been going on. And it was great, at first. The two of you were in exactly the same boat: pro hero, no time for a committed relationship— nor a want for a committed relationship, pent-up and needing some kind of release… and oh, there’s also that white-hot tension that pulls the two of you together every time you see each other. That intensity, that passion, rivalry, and desire— it’s no wonder the pair of you ended up in this seemingly-eternal rendezvous. It’s clear what you both want, what you need— it’s sex.

It’s just sex.

But of course, there’s this small part of you— well, maybe it’s larger than you’d like to admit— that hopes he feels something… more. That he could possibly want you, for more than your body. When you think about it like that, it sounds stupid, like you’re some lovesick preteen who fantasizes about the captain of the football team of something. Reality isn’t really that far though— instead, you’re a fool of an adult who fantasizes about snuggling with her sworn rival-slash-coworker.

Acknowledging it like that sounds rather pathetic, you know... yet you just don’t have the strength in you to squash that ember of hope burning bright in your heart. You don’t want to watch it extinguish, you don’t want to lose that— lose him.

Yet at the same time, you know you can’t keep doing this. Your despicable feelings for the hero only seem to be growing by the day, and you need to cut this thing off sooner rather than later if he’s not on the same page as you.

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Somehow you find yourself at the door of his office, the bright sunlight of the early afternoon streaming in through the hallway windows and warming your skin. It’s shut, as usual, and it gives you the opportunity to take a deep breath before your fingers find courage to curl into a fist, and tap against the hardwood.

“Come in.” His tone is gruff and curt as always, and you quickly fix your hair before you turn the handle, slipping inside the room and letting the door shut with a quiet click.

Bakugou is sitting behind his desk, an open bento-box and a half-filled form on his tablet laying before his hulking frame. Slitted vermillion eyes land on you, quickly morphing into a curious, cautious gaze.

“Y/N,” he greets, a blonde brow rising to land higher than usual on the tan skin of his forehead. The mask of his hero suit sits limply in the corner of his desk, his handsome face on display for you to drink in.

Your eyes flicker all over him, gliding along his broad shoulders, tracing the lines of the firm muscles on his chest. You can’t help but check him out, knowing fully well what’s underneath that tight suit of his. Bakugou smirks at you, taking his time to inspect you just the same.

“I need to talk to you,” you say, the words spilling from you without much of a thought.

After a tense pause, the hero stands, capping his lunch and making his way around his desk to sit on the front of it. He motions for you to come to him, and your feet move instinctively forward, following his command as you’d done so many times before.

As soon as you’re within arm’s reach, he pulls you to him, and stands you between his legs. Even sitting perched on his desk, he’s still taller than you, and he leans his nose into your neck as his hands glide along your spine. “Yeah?” he purrs, fingers splaying to drag against your skin through your thin hero suit. “And what do we need to talk about, Princess?” His lips flutter on the flushed skin of your neck, taking the hem between his teeth and pulling it back to reveal the darkened evidence of your latest session. Seeing his mark on you excites him, and the heat from his palms bleeds through your suit into your skin.

You can’t help but lean into his caress. His sharp cologne mixes with the honeyed, sugary scent of his skin and envelops you whole, pulling you in like a riptide lurking beneath an innocuous wave. A fragment of a moan escapes you when his mouth lands on the skin at the base of your neck, sucking gently and laving his tongue along your flesh.

“S’a little early to be foolin’ around,” he admonishes teasingly, voice deep and like thunder in your ears, an omen of the approaching storm. But your body wants it— craves the heavy deluge and the fear of scorching lightning that might just strike along your skin. “You like the thought of gettin’ caught, hah?” Bakugou chuckles lowly, teeth grazing your jaw. “Dirty little girl…”

Your palms glide down his thick arms, lamely stiff as your mind is screaming at you to stop— that this isn’t what you came for. Yet his touch makes you woozy, your judgement clouded as you choke on a wanton moan. “N-No, Katsuki,” you whine, fingers curling into his shirt to steady yourself.

“No?” He moves back, an ash-blonde brow rising in mock. “You’re not a dirty girl? Hmm, my memory’s pretty good, Princess, and I’m recalling some pretty irrefutable evidence that’d suggest otherwise.”

His hands slide down to cup your ass, thick fingers crawling between your thighs and prying at your flesh. He fingers over your covered slit, grin widening as you stiffen in his hold, a moan lingering in your mouth.

“No, I meant… I mean, I actually want to talk,” you sigh as you step backwards, away from his muscular body. You move far back enough for his hands to drop from your figure, your arms crossing over your chest defensively as you look toward the ground.

Bakugou seems confused by your refusal, but he clears his throat and adjusts his pants before he shrugs, attempting to appear nonchalant. “Okay…” he sits up slightly, still half-sitting on the ledge of his desk.

There’s an awkward, heavy silence between the two of you as he waits for you to talk. You know he’s waiting, but with every second that passes, the pressure in the room intensifies and makes it more and more daunting for you to speak.

“Do you like me?”

Bakugou’s expression stays guarded, the only indication that he heard you being a raised, unimpressed brow. “Hah?”

You swallow, even though your throat is drier than ever. He’s really going to make this harder than it has to be, isn’t he? But you’ve already prepared to deal with him, in all respects, here and now. “I mean— what is this to you?”

He seems a little flustered now, his eyes darting away from you as his cheeks pinken just a shade. Letting out a scoff, he growls, “I don’t know what you mean by… this.”

His playing dumb doesn’t appease you— in fact, it infuriates you. How dare he act like there’s nothing to discuss between you two?! You’ve indulged this man with vigorous extra-curricular activities for months at this point, and he has the audacity to think he can give you the go-around?

“Fuck off Bakugou, you know what I mean.”

“Oi oi oi,” he moves his big hands, patting air toward you condescendingly. “Let’s not get all upset in the middle of the day. We can talk about this later.”

Bakugou can see immediately that he’s said the wrong thing. Your face screws up and your inquisitive gaze becomes a glare, squaring your stance and your arms sliding uncrossed so you can park your hands on your hips.

“No, fuck that, we’re talking about this now!”

Seeing you pissed off must’ve pissed him off too, because now he stands upright and his menacing gaze burns down on you. “What’s there to talk about? I thought the whole point of it all was to not have to talk about jack shit.”

“Well this isn’t just jack shit!” you snarl, frustration building at how thick of a skull this man has. God, you admire whatever hell of a woman pushed his fatass head out of the womb. “We need to establish what this thing is so we can act like adults for fucking once in our lives! We work together, for fuck’s sake, we need to be responsible about this!”

“Hah?” Bakugou seems more agitated than before, his lip curling as he brandishes his signature sneer. “We’re fucking around, shitty woman, isn’t that the most adult activity we can do?” As if he hasn’t lit your fuse enough, he throws up some patronizing finger quotes when he emphasizes the word.

“So that’s what we’re doing, Bakugou? For months, we’ve just been,” you squint at him, only serving to amplify your unrelenting glare as you throw some aggressive finger quotes back at the man in front of you, “fucking around? Making eyes at each other across the conference table, and spending our nights together, just ‘cuz?”

Bakugou growls in irritation, swiping a large hand over his face from top to bottom as he hisses out profanities. He mutters something under his breath, clearly not wanting to deal with the conversation you’re forcing on him right now.

After waiting for his response for a moment but only receiving radio silence, you continue. “I’m a person, Bakugou, and in case you haven’t noticed, so are you! You can’t just ignore your feelings and act like no one and nothing matters to you!”

“Feelings?!” he shouts with contempt burning in his scarlet eyes, as if some atrocious, vile flavor gushes onto his tongue merely from uttering the word. “Oi, the fuck do you get off talking about my feelings? You don’t know shit about me, Y/H/N.”

His use of your professional hero name makes you bristle in fury, anger flaring and rationality fleeting. Everything’s escalating too fast— this isn’t the way you wanted this conversation to go. Your heart leaping into your throat, you muster the courage to change the tides, to tell him how much you want him. “Fuck you Katsuki, I know you have feelings for me! Because I—”

“I don’t have fuckin’ feelings for you!”

An arrow to the heart— the first sign of damage appears on the thumping muscle in your chest. But still, you continue, too stubborn to back down at this point. “Oh really, Boom-Boy? Then why the fuck are you still here, stuck in this godforsaken tryst with me? What am I to you, huh?”

Your stupid nickname for him makes his fists clench, steam nearly visibly blowing from his ears. “I’m not fuckin’ stuck! You— You’re just—” he buffers, rage still broiling in his gaze as he tries to come up with the most fitting word. But he doesn’t have much time— you’re glaring him down with your hands on your hips, cornering him against his desk and he yells out the first word that comes to mind.

“— entertainment.”

…

The tension in the air thickens noticeably, and you put all your effort into forcing your face not to reveal the hurt that pours into your bones. So this is what it feels like to put your heart on your sleeve… it fucking sucks.

Bakugou seems just as surprised as you are, maybe even more— his jaw hangs open cartoonishly and those red eyes are fixed on you, no longer harsh slits but wide, round orbs.

No matter how hard you try not to show your true emotions, he can clearly see that his words have stung you. The silence that fills the growing void between you two is deafening, weighing down his body as if he’s drowning in his immediate regret. But he doesn’t say anything, he can’t— you’d poked and prodded the sleeping bear of his ego and what he’d said couldn’t just be brushed under the rug and overlooked.

Entertainment. You’re nothing more than that to him. Why did you ever think you could penetrate through the booby-trapped walls around this man’s heart? Of course he didn’t want you for anything other than your body. Of course he didn’t.

For that one moment, you let him see it. You don’t hide the pain that washes over you, and you look him straight in the eye.

Bakugou stifles, throat tightening as he examines your crushed expression. He feels like he’s trapped, a fly that’s landed on a sticky trap that he can’t escape, a sinking feeling weighing down his chest, screaming at him to do something— say something— anything to mitigate the wound he’d just blasted onto your heart. “Y/N…”

And just like that your defenses come back online. He watches as you square yourself off, the soft vulnerability you’d revealed disappearing as your eyes became vacant of emotion. If anything, it looks like understanding, and it squeezes Bakugou’s chest like you’ve pulled a string tight around his lungs.

“Okay,” you murmur, your voice calm and low.

Bakugou is frozen, body unwilling to suck it up and take back the word even though his heart is so desperately screaming at him to do so. But he just can’t, he can’t take it back because then he’d have to  admit it was a lie he only threw out in an attempt to save his own feelings from getting hurt. If only he knew that causing your pain would hurt a thousand times more.

You clear your throat awkwardly, taking a step back from him. Gaze dropping to the floor, your arms come out to cross atop your chest, a makeshift shield for your battered resolve. “I don’t think we should do this anymore,” you whisper, but Bakugou hears it clear as day. He can’t breathe— he’s stuck to his spot as if that damn Icyhot bastard had frozen him himself. “I just… I've worked too hard for my career to be derailed by... whatever this was…”

Somehow Bakugou nods, even though he doesn’t want to. His body moves on its own, on autopilot, as his own arms cross over his chest, and he sits back down on top of his desk. He’s still looking at you, chest heavy with bated breath.

“If the public were to find out about us fucking around, that would become my reputation as a hero, and… I just— I can’t, Katsuki.”

Your voice trembles as you whisper his name, and Bakugou’s heart feels like it’s being stabbed over and over again.

“From now on, we’re just Ground Zero and Y/H/N, okay? Back to normal…” you smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Not at all.

Bakugou finally gets some control of his body, lips parting as he desperately searches for the right words that could somehow reverse this mess. All that comes out is a rough “Fine.” He cringes, frustration with himself building now more than ever. What’s wrong with him? That’s the opposite of what he wants, why can’t he say anything?!

You avert your eyes once more, turning to leave. Halfway through the door, you look back at him and pause. “See you around, Boom-Boy,” you breathe, the click of the door following, and leaving Bakugou to sink into his own self-loathing and regret.

    ─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

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AWAA so reader and blasty have finally realized their feelings for one another... unfortunately this is a bakugou fic so of course he sucks at communication. i’m sorry if he’s ooc, as i said in my notes i havent written for him in a year lmao RIP. anyways i intend to make a fourth and final part with the resolution sooo i hope that i will have enough motivation to make that happen soon! 

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[zodiakuroo]

Cupid’s Bullet

Dabi comes home with a very special Valentine’s Day surprise for you.

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Contains: dubcon/noncon, mentions of death, unhealthy relationship, gun play, fear play, forced orgasms, squirting, mindbreak, angst (if you squint?), quirk usage, one slap but it’s a hard one :3, overstimulation, creampie

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: pls this title is so cringe but it's like bullet instead of arrow cause... ya know but anyways happy valentine’s day from scumbag boyfie!dabi

Dating a villain meant that your relationship was unconventional to say the least. For one, public dates were out of the question, unless you wanted it to end in destruction of public property and some scorched heroes. You also always had to have some kind of flimsy excuse for your family and friends when they asked to meet your elusive boyfriend. In addition, you had to accept the fact that he would have to disappear sometimes for weeks on end to do his boss’ bidding.

There was also the small matter of arson, murder and theft and a multitude of other crimes that you’d prefer not to know about. And while you weren’t necessarily okay with a lot of what Dabi did, you loved him. You loved him so much that turning a blind eye was so easy it made you question your own morality. He didn’t scare you either. Not in the slightest, because you knew in his own special way, he loved you too.

In fact it ran much deeper than that. On his worst days, Dabi could set the world ablaze until nothing was left because in the end he didn’t care about anyone or anything, not even himself. Until he met you, he says. He tells you that in you, he’s found something to tether him to this existence.

Ok so maybe he didn’t use those words exactly, but he doesn’t have to. You know that’s what he means when he spoils you with expensive, stolen clothes and jewellery, when he offers to burn alive any person who makes you even the tiniest bit upset and when he comes home to you bloodied and beaten, trusting you to take care of him.

In summary, your relationship forced you to give up on having any “normal couple” experiences.  That included, celebrating anniversaries and silly holidays like Valentine’s Day so you never bothered to keep track of them. It could hardly be considered a sacrifice when you compared those things to what you actually got from your relationship.

Dabi had been gone for close to a month now and you didn’t expect him back anytime soon, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. In fact the very last thing you expected was for him to creep into your bedroom in the middle of night and rouse you from your peaceful sleep with a soft kiss on your temple.

You don’t jump out of bed in a panic, like any sane person would. Instead you let out a satisfied hum, surrounded by the scent of burnt flesh, ash and menthol, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. It should be unpleasant but its Dabi’s scent and you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. You pick your phone up from your night stand, squinting your eyes at the bright light that makes them sting.

Sunday 14 February, 2:43am

“Welcome home.” You mumble groggily, trying your best to fight off your tired body urging you to go back to sleep.

Instead of replying, he greets you by pressing his mouth to yours. You let out a quiet gasp, startled by the sudden display of affection. His lips are chapped but that doesn’t matter, your tongue darts out to moisten them before your lips lock into a gentle kiss.

You reach up, weaving your hands through his dark hair in an attempt to draw him closer but he retreats, opting instead to turn on the bedside lamp but keeping his other hand behind his back. “Sit up doll. Got a surprise for ya.”

Any thoughts of sleep were long forgotten as soon as his lips met yours but now he’s really piqued your interest. You push yourself up against the headboard and sit cross-legged. You look up at Dabi expectantly. Your boyfriend is smiling wide, skin pulled so taut you think one of his staples might give out. He reveals to you what he has hidden behind his back. A square black box, wrapped in a cobalt satin ribbon.

It’s so cliché you can’t help but let out a small snort. “What is it?”

“It’s a gift. You know… for Valentine’s Day?” He says as though it should be obvious to you.

Your heart swells at the gesture. It really was a surprise. Not in a bad way, you just knew he wasn’t your average boyfriend and that was okay. You didn’t want him to be.

“Well now I feel awful. I didn’t get you anything.” You pout as he props the box onto your lap.

“’S like a toy… so it’s technically for you but kinda for both of us.” It’s unusual to see Dabi this excited. The way he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes filled with mirth makes you all the more curious.

“Like a sex toy?” A giggle escapes you as you undo the bow.

“Are we playing fuckin’ 20 questions? Just open it.” He presses you.

You huff at his impatience but you don’t comment, not wanting to wait any longer either. You remove the lid of the box only to find something wildly unexpected.

A revolver?

You look up at your boyfriend with confusion etched on your face but his gleeful grin doesn’t falter. You’ve never seen a sex toy like this so you pick up the article to test its weight. It’s definitely the real deal.

“Dabi, this isn’t a toy.” You state matter-of-factly.

He merely rolls his eyes and says “Doll, when you can incinerate someone with a flick of your wrist, that little thing is definitely considered a toy?”

“O-okay? What do you want to do with it?” You ask, placing offending object onto your nightstand, not really wanting to hold on to it anymore, the metallic smell making you feel queasy.

“Ever heard of Russian Roulette?” Dabi, picks up the abandoned item, looking down at it with pride.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows as nervousness starts to creep into your system and you instinctively move to back away from him but Dabi is quick to pull you back.

“It’s real easy doll. No need to look so scared.” He crawls on top of you, caging you in with his limbs. “6 chambers. 1 bullet. All you have to do is be a good girl for me. If not, I pull the trigger and we see what happens.”

The look on his face is positively demented. Azure eyes wide and bright, patchwork face contorted into a a sinister smile, white teeth and silver staples gleaming in the dim light.

“Baby,” you hope the pet name will placate him. It usually does. “I don’t know about thi-“

CLICK

You let out a shriek as your body jolts in fear but you’re unable to move with his weight pressing on top of you.

“You see now doll?” He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “You’ve gone and wasted a shot.”

Dabi climbs off of you and you’re left lying there with your heart hammering violently in your chest, body trembling, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. Reeling from the shock of what is happening

“You gonna listen now? Gonna be good?” Dabi prompts, rolling the gun around in his hand.

All you can do is nod as your eyes being to water. The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grows worse as your mind races with the possible things Dabi has in store for you.

“Good. Now strip.” He command and like a good girl, you obey.

Your arms feel like they’re made of lead, moving rigidly to take off your shirt (one of Dabi’s old ones). You can’t stop the tears from falling as you pull down your panties, fat droplets roll down your cheeks, desperately trying to swallow the sounds of your sobbing.

This can’t be happening. It’s Dabi. He wouldn’t hurt you. He promised you that.

“Oh cut the fuckin’ waterworks.” He snaps. “As long as you listen, you’ll be fine.”

You try to calm yourself with deep breaths, not wanting to irritate him any further.

When you turn to face him, he’s leaning back on his haunches, one hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily gripping the revolver. “Fair warning, I’m more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kinda guy. But you know that already.” He thumbs the cylinder, making it spin. “Now, touch yourself for me.”

Breathing is difficult. No matter how much you try, it’s like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Thinking only of gun in your boyfriend’s hand, you still you bring your own hand between your legs, but you can’t concentrate, what with the dread taking over your body making it tough to have any control of your body. Your movements are stiff and apparently not up to Dabi’s standards.

He only scoffs before-

CLICK

You scream again, body nearly flying off the bed before you curl yourself up into a ball. The fright is enough to stop your heart. For a second you believe it has.

“Doll,” Dabi’s gruff voice brings you back to earth, reminding you that you’re very much alive and whether or not you stay that way is entirely up to him. “You’re ruining my surprise. Got it ‘specially for you and now you’re being a brat.” He quirks an eyebrow at you, almost like a challenge.

“So-sorry.-“ your voice breaks. “I’ll be good.”

You’re still struggling to comprehend how any of this is real. You thought you knew him. You thought he loved you. And here he is, treating your life like it’s a game. You can’t help but think that this is your own fault. You thought you were above everyone else, the exception to your boyfriend’s villain behaviour.

“Yeah?” His voice drops to a whisper. “Then show me.” He challenges you. Dabi slips off his t-shirt and moves between your legs to get a better view, pressing on your knees to split them apart.

Self-preservation kicks in. There is one way out of this alive and that’s doing what he says. You spread yourself even wider, showing him all of you. Your hands, glide over your smooth thighs, kneading the pudgy flesh as you get closer and closer your sex, teasing yourself the way he would.  Your fingers find your clit and just a little pressure makes your eyes melt shut. Probably for best anyway. It makes it easier to imagine anything but this. You drag those fingers through your delicate folds, letting out breathy sighs as heat begins to bloom between your thighs.

You pretend, its Dabi’s touch. In your mind’s eye you see the two of you, limbs tangled with Dabi on top, resting his forehead against yours. It’s one of those nights where he wants to go slow. So slow that the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of is you bordering on torturous. It’s one of those nights where he wants to lay his head on your chest, mouthing at your breasts, laving your nipples with his wet tongue while you tell him, in that sensual voice  that you love him, that he’s perfect, that he’s yours.  Because it’s one of those nights, where everything feels like too much for him and the only person that he really has on his side is you.

It’s not long before you’re leaking. Somewhere, deep in the back of your mind, there’s a voice chastising you for being so easy for him… even now. There’s almost no resistance as two of your fingers, press into your entrance. Your fingers are no match for Dabi’s, they never hit all those deep, hidden spots  that make you see stars but still, you start to move them slowly, brushing your thumb over your clit every so often.

“Look at me.” You feel his breath waft over your pussy.

Eyelids fluttering open and you meet his gaze. It stuns you a little and your hands come to a standstill. He is handsome, breathtakingly so, even though he thinks you’re lying whenever you when you tell him that. The way he stares at you, with love and adoration in his eyes, it’s almost like the fantasy you were just imagining. Almost like the fantasy you’ve been living in this whole time. It’s enough to make you forget the situation you’re in. Then the muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, snapping you back to reality fast enough to give you whiplash.

“Fucking slut.” He growls and smacks your hand away from your pussy.

You jerk as he starts to move it the gun circles over your sensitive nub and then dipping down to your tight slit to gather up your juices.

“All those fuckin’ tears but look how wet you are.” He says more to himself than you as he admires the way your slick leaves a sheen on the barrel. With his eyes trained directly on yours, his perfectly pink tongue pokes out to lick it clean, groaning at the taste.

The next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your legs, guiding them over his broad shoulders. He kisses you on your mons before his tongue begins greedily lapping at your hole. “Tastes so good doll.” He mutters with his nose pressed against your clit. He slips the wet muscle inside of you making you whine.  You reflexively grab onto his black hair, tugging on the stands and he lets out a groan of approval. He moves up to your clit, circling it with his tongue before suckling on it. While he brushes just the tip of a finger over your cunt, making it clench around nothing while you desperately buck your hips, in an attempt to have it inside you.

The way he’s eating you out is almost romantic?

Or it would be, if it weren’t for the metal digging into your flesh.

“Doll,” He places a sloppy kiss on your clit, lighting dragging his teeth over the hood. “Want you to squirt for me.”

A lump forms in your throat. You can count on one hand the amount of times that has happened. You’re not sure of the odds that you’d be able to right now and it’s not a gamble you’re willing to take. “Dabi, I don’t think I can….”

CLICK

You thrash, screaming so loud it makes your throat burn.

Dabi still holds you open, keeping you in place. “I wasn’t asking.” He makes sure to maintain eye contact as he drops a fat glob of spit right on to your clit before diving face first into your cunt once again.

He pushes 2 of his long, lithe fingers into your tight entrance. It’s unexpected and you wince. He drags his right hand (the one holding the gun) up your torso, resting the muzzle underneath your breast, right over your racing heart. A reminder of what’s at stake. He envelopes your sensitive clit with his lips, moving his fingers in tandem with the suction. You’re consumed by desire as Dabi brings you so close to the edge.

“Dee-Deeper please.” Your pant out.

He smiles against your mound before complying with your request. “Right here?” His fingers press against that squishy patch deep inside you and your eyes roll back.

“Nnnggg yeah.” You’re barely able to mewl out. You dig your heels into his back and grind against his face, chasing your high. Dabi keeps hitting that spot with astonishing precision but you hold off for as long as you can, letting the pleasurable sensation build until the pressure in your core becomes unbearable. When it finally snaps because you can’t hold it anymore, your eyes squeeze shut, hands flying to his biceps and you dig your nails into the sinewy muscle. You gush around his fingers and all over his face. Dabi doesn’t move though, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly until you’re trembling and whimpering, pushing him away from your pussy. He finally relents, a pop echoing around the room as he lets go of you.

He gives you a predatory look, scared face and chest wet with the remnants of your orgasm. “You made such a mess baby but I’m glad you’re finally having fun.” He’s just as out of breath as you are but far more composed.

Your head is still fuzzy and limbs are still twitching but your boyfriend doesn’t let you recover. “C’mon, doll. My turn.” He begins to undo his belt, silver buckle clinking as he rushes to drag it through the loops of his jeans

You pull yourself on to all fours, now eye level with his crotch. He pulls down his pants and boxers in one go, his erection almost hitting you in the face.

“You’ve been lucky so far.” He taps the bulbous head of his cock on your lips, smearing your lips with the pre that dribbles out of it. “But I wouldn’t test it if I were you. Open.”

Your mouth is already watering at the sight of him. So long, thick and veiny. It’s disgusting actually, this Pavlovian response. He fucks you deeper, stretches you wider and makes you feel better than anyone ever had. You wonder briefly, if anyone ever could fuck you as good as Dabi.

You stick out your tongue and he slides himself between your lips, groaning as he pushes into your mouth, slowly, inch by inch. He fills your mouth completely and you shut your eyes, savouring the salty taste of him but you feel the muzzle press against your temple and making them shoot open. “Atta girl. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He grunts as he plunges into your throat. You bob your head up and down his shaft, the hand at the back of your head setting a brutal pace. The room is filled with the sounds of you gagging and his hefty sac smacking against your chin.

“So good to me baby.” He tilts his head back, losing himself in the pleasure. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him while your saliva leaks out, dripping down his balls. Dabi is big and heavy, stretching you so wide and making you jaw ache from the weight of him. You’re already lightheaded from the lack of air, no matter how much you try breathing through your nose. You don’t dare to complain though.

He pulls out of your mouth slowly, stretching a string of saliva from the head of his dick to your tongue that’s hanging out of your mouth. You pant like a bitch attempting to catch your breath. He doesn’t give you much time before he’s in your throat again, back to fucking your face.

“I love you so much. You love me?” He sounds so sweet, totally blissed out.

He stops thrusting and tilts your head up to look at him, blinking tear-clumped lashes. You try utter a ‘Yes, I love you.’ but with his shaft gagging you, it comes out all garbled. The muscles in your throat convulse around the deep intrusion. “You’d do anything for me right?” He asks, jabbing the muzzle even harder into your temple, finger resting lightly on the trigger. You nod, watching Dabi lose his composure bit by bit. “Yeah. That’s why you’re my girl.” He pushes himself even deeper inside you, making you finally take all of him, until your nose meets his pubic hair and holding you there. “Fuck.”

CLICK

“Hmmhhhhngggh” You squeal around him but you can’t pull off because of the grip he has on your scalp. When he lets you go you’re choking and coughing up a lewd mixture of spit and pre-cum.

“Wh- Why” You blubber, voice hoarse. You don’t understand. You were doing exactly what he asked. You were being good.

“Sorry baby. Felt so good, my finger slipped.” He doesn’t even try to hide his mischievous smirk. The fucker is definitely not sorry.

You want to beg him to stop this ridiculous game because you see now there’s no way you can win because Dabi doesn’t play fair.

He doesn’t give you the chance though, already shuffling off his bottoms all the way and propping himself up against the headboard. “C’mon pretty baby.” He tugs on your ankle.  Wanna see you bounce on my dick.”

You clumsily position yourself atop his lap quickly, before you can even think about it. You know he doesn’t need a reason to pull that trigger but still, you don’t want to give him one.

He grinds his tip along your heat, piercings dragging across your clit over and over again. It’s something he does whenever you have sex, to rile you up. And just like all those other times, it’s working. Circumstances be damned. “Needa feel this hot little pussy. Give it to me doll.” He murmurs against the shell of your ear.

You nod as you lift yourself off of him to hover your dripping wet hole over his hard dick. You slowly squat down on onto him, the fat head stretching you out, burning with every inch you take. You mewl, making futile attempts to blink away tears. You get halfway before you have to stop, resting your hands on his shoulders trying to gain leverage. You’re outright crying now, wet droplets landing on Dabi’s chest.

“’S matter doll.”

I’m terrified. You yell in your head but stay silent, choosing to focus on relaxing your ever-tightening hole in order to take more of him.

“Oh, I know.” He coos, voice dripping with condescension. “’S too big for your tiny cunny.” He leans forward to kiss away the salty tears. “But you can take it. I know you can.” He cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with a calloused thumb. “You can do it for me”

You start to move slowly up and down, using gravity to force more of his monstrous cock inside you with shallow movements. You really are trying your best but that’s apparently not good enough for Dabi and he lets you know that by pressing the barrel of the gun into your stomach. You freeze, horrified, more tears start falling from your eyes. You open your mouth to beg him to just give you a little time. You’re trying.

“Quit being a baby and just take it.” He says before you even get the chance.

“I’m trying Dabi, please just-“

CLICK

He cuts off your plea.  He’s not interested in your excuses.

The rotation of the cylinder sends vibrations through your abdomen. Amidst the shock, you release your grip on his shoulders and impale yourself on his shaft by mistake. The combination of the searing stretch and the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix is so overwhelming that you collapse forward, head falling on to your boyfriend’s chest. You feel the rumbles of his chuckles while he’s quite literally splitting you open.

“See? Knew you could. Just needed a little scare. Isn’t that right.” He rubs your back as if to comfort you. He lets out a low whistle. “But looks like you’re all out of chances doll. Now bounce.” He gives you a spank with an inhumanly warm hand, making you squeal and leaving your cheek tender.  

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders again. Dabi’s sapphire eyes are practically glowing, daring you to be stupid enough to defy him one more time.

You pull off almost entirely, keeping just his tip inside of you, before spearing his shaft into you again.

“Good girl.” When he praises you with that raspy voice makes you keen and desperate for more of it.

His hand snakes its way up your torso to cup one of your breasts. Your back arches, pushing into his scorching hot touch, forgetting momentarily about his other hand and what he’s holding in it.  He gropes your chest, tweaks and twists at your nipples, leaving red, inflamed hand prints in his wake. You’re practically delirious with pleasure, babbling out incoherent streams of his name along with “yes” and “more”.  All the while, he murmurs praises about how good you are and how much he loves you. It’s confusing and you can’t process any of it.

“Who owns this perfect pussy?”

“Dabi. Fuck. Dabi.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth in the most obscene way, drooling down your chin. Your plush walls pulse around him as he hits that sensitive spot every time you sink down on him.

“That’s right it’s all fuckin mine. My pretty baby.” Dabi’s eyes are focus on where your two bodies are connected watching the translucent ring of your cream appear and disappear as you ride him.

“Preeeettyyy.” You slur and he laughs at how fucked out you are, brain completely jumbled between the fear, the pain and the bliss all combined into ecstasy.

“Doll.” He groans. “I feel ya squeezin’ me. You gonna cum?”

He’s right. You nod as you feel that coil tightening again, threatening to snap at any second. The man finally starts putting in work, pounding into you every time you pull off of him. Dabi abandons the gun in favour of playing with your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles. “Yeah? Gonna cream and gush around me? Want you to baby.” He buries his head in the crook of your neck, sucking, biting and licking while he assaults your sopping wet pussy. “C’mon doll, please.”

With that you orgasm. He grabs your hips pulling you flush against his thighs, fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips up into you until your high finally subsides.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath before he’s got the revolver pressed hard underneath your chin. “Now make me cum.” You almost collapse but the harsh grip he has on your hair suspends you upright.

Your mind is so foggy and Dabi gives you a small smile, appreciating the perplexed look in your droopy eyes. But he’s not done with you yet.

“Hey.” You’re ripped from your daze, when he slaps you across the face, sending your head swinging to the side. “Don’t pass out on me now.”  

“So-sorry! ‘M sorry!” You grovel as you slam your tired body down on his dick once again, trying to ignore the throbbing on your cheek, the ringing in your ears, and the ache in your battered cunt.  You’re so sensitive from your last orgasm but you don’t have a choice and you don’t dare deny him anything. Your thighs are quaking and burning with every movement but your boyfriend is unimpressed.

“You can do better than that doll.” He lets out a bitter laugh, enjoying every second of tormenting you. “It’s like you want your brains splattered on the ceiling.”

You start crying again, shaking your head frantically. In the time that you’ve been with Dabi, you’ve learned certain tricks, you know he likes it, but in this panic/lust induced frenzy, you can’t remember any of them. Instead, you bounce, mindlessly on him while your gummy walls clench tighter around him every time he nudges at your a-spot. Your legs are going numb from all the effort and you plop down, limp onto his lap, taking him to the hilt.

Dabi tsks at you, reminding you that you can’t rest just yet. You swivel your hips, grinding your pelvis against his while he’s buried deep in your wet heat. You pray to whatever deity is listening that he’s getting close, you’re not sure how much more you can take.

“If I don’t bust in the next 5 seconds.” His hand finds your clit again, you grind across his fingers has you rock against him. “Bang!” He emphasises the word by bringing a heated palm down on your ass.

A choked sob bubbles at the back of your throat, making him snicker

Hands pressed to his chest, you ride him like a woman possessed, the last bits of adrenaline kicking in. Your sloppy cunt squelches every time you drive yourself down on his cock just motivating you to fuck him harder.

“Five.” He grits out.

“Dabi, please!” But you’re met with icy, apathetic eyes staring back at you, feeling the terror that the rest of the city does when they so much as hear his name.

“Four.” He rubs your already raw clit, faster and you can feel another orgasm building, much quicker than your last two.

Your body feels so heavy but you can’t stop moving, not unless you want him to- “Please cum!” You beg. “Need your cum.”

“Three.”

He starts to fuck up into you again with unforgiving force.

“Wh-Why?!” is all you can manage as your mind starts to fog up again, the need to come becoming all the more urgent.

“Two.” He ignores your question, transfixed on your tits bounce in his face. You’re getting close to your third orgasm of the night and it seems Dabi is determined to get you there.

You still can’t believe this is real. You never thought that Dabi would treat you like this. You were supposed to be special.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

Moreover, you can’t believe how your own body is betraying you. You can’t believe you’re actually going to cum. Again.

“One.”

You cry out his name one last time, unsure if it’s out of fear or pleasure. You dig your nails into his arms again, in a feeble attempt to ground yourself as you cum around him. The orgasm that rips through you makes it difficult for you to be sure of anything.

What you are sure of is the fact that there was no bang or bullet.

Just one last CLICK (practically drowned out by your screaming) and the sensation of Dabi’s hot cum flooding your womb. He has a bruising grip on your hips, gun now discarded, and he ruts up into to making sure to stuff your cunt absolutely full of him. He begins to laugh as he softens inside you.

Your head is still spinning but once you’re able to push yourself off of him, you can finally make sense of what just happened.

He was fucking with you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, using weak and quivering arms to throw pillows at him while you cry so hard it makes you dry heave.

Your asshole of a boyfriend starts cackling, clutching his abdomen as if he just pulled the world’s funniest prank while your heart is beating so hard and fast you think it might break through your ribcage.

“You should have seen your face. You were so fuckin’ scared.”

You become nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat as you come to a sickening realisation.

This is not your Dabi. This is the Dabi that the rest of the world gets to see.

Evil, sadistic, merciless. This is the real Dabi.

You attempt to scramble off of the bed to get away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the humiliation. But Dabi grabs your wrist and yanks you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. A gesture you used to treasure but now it just made your skin crawl. “C’mon Doll you didn’t think I was being serious did you?”

You writhe in his hold, hitting against his hard, toned chest with pathetic fists. “Don’t be such a crybaby. It was just a joke.” He strokes your hair oh so tenderly. But you won’t fall for that again. Dabi is a villain through and through. You know that now.  

It’s no use fighting him off though, all the fight in you is used up. You don’t know what else to do. So you do the easy thing: nuzzle your head into his chest, tremors rocking your body as you hiccup, while he holds you. That way you can pretend that you feel safe with him, just like you used to.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, doll. I love you.”

#dabi is just the worst huh #sorry about the angst i honestly don’t know how that happened #dark content #dark fic #mha smut #tw dubcon #bnha imagines #bnha smut #dabi imagine #dabi smut #dabi x reader #mha x reader #tw slapping #tw noncon #tw unhealthy relationship #tw gunplay #tw death mention

[ssplague]

Chapter Two

A rough start we get off too

Series Masterlist

Katsuki B. X Reader

Rated M

⚠️Warnings: SMUT, improper use/depiction of certain kinks, abusive, manipulative, toxic behavior, unreal ideals of sex, use of daddy, ddlg themes, hard Dom, etc.

Let the SMUT commence

The way each pair of lips fit so perfectly together was absolutely enthralling: Passion was raw, ferocity was made so obviously evident from the growl he emitted at each attempt you made at sucking his tounge into your mouth. Only separating to take in a few large gulps of much needed oxygen, before diving back in to repeat the process over again.

“Please….P-Pleaseee…Kat..Suki…I-“ he presses a finger to your lips. That brief period of oxygen deprivation seemed to of induced a delirium of sorts. Assessing your thoughts has become similar to sifting through wet sand; Try as you might, you just can’t seem to comprehend what exactly you’d been attempting to beg him for in the first place. This look of empty headed confusion is also something Bakugou commits to memory, a first glimpse of his dumb little girl. He surveys you with bemused interest, looking as composed as ever.

“Down that bad for me hah? All I did was kiss ya a little and you’re already falling to pieces on me” the finger on your lips slides down to tilt your chin up, while he dips his head down to whisper in your ear. “Cant even imagine what kinda mess you’ll become once I finally split cha open with this big cock, such a stupid little girl”.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath as your legs suddenly give out beneath you, leaving you helplessly sliding down the wall. Bakugou laughs in such a condescending baritone as he effortlessly picks you up and deposits you on his bed. Picking his chair back up, he moves it beside the bed to take a seat in front of you.

“Listen real close to what I’m about to tell ya cause its important, open those fuckin’ ears princess cause if I end up havin’ to constantly keep repeatin’ myself…” he leaves the implicated threat hanging in the air between you two. Swallowing what remains of your now virtually non existent pride: You sit up straight and lean forward slightly, making sure to hold eye contact while he spoke. As the one sided conversation progresses and you inevitably begin to feel the need to either scoff or mouth off, you lightly bite your tounge. When the need to roll your eyes seems irresistible you make sure to blink a few times.

Bakugou and his ego always seem to have a way of destroying any sort of illusion that he is anything other than a self-righteous narcissist. Well, now he’s YOUR self-righteous narcissist…CORRECTION; You cant think like that anymore….from now on he’s….daddy.

The thought accompanies a brief pang in your metaphorical gut, is it regret? Maybe guilt? You aren’t sure.

“-Last ones, your still paying attention right princess?”.

Hearing his question has your eyes immediately snapping back into focus. You take in the handsome (but grumpy) face in front of you, nervously wondering when exactly he’d invaded your personal space.

“Y-Yes daddy, I’m listening to you” you stutter slightly, now noticing he’s actually kneeling on the mattress with you.

“So every day I expect you to do your absolute best” now with each statement he leans further into you, “You’re always going to remember how much daddy cares about you”. He presses a large hand against your chest, forcing your back down against the pillows behind you. “Realize that daddy always knows what’s best for you” both hands now rest on either side of you, effectively caging you in.

“You’ll always know that you can rely on daddy, and will trust him one hundred percent of the time”.

The intensity of his crimson stare has your face burning up, and heart rapidly pounding in your chest. It’s now taking a serious amount of conscious effort to keep your eyes locked with his. “Any questions? Comments?…..concerns?” he puts an emphasis on that last word, wolffish grin firmly in place.

Shaking your head apparently wasn’t a good enough answer because its followed with a stern; “Use your words princess, you either say: Yes daddy or No daddy….understood?”.

“I understand daddy….I’ll follow your rules daddy” you reply, embarrassment evident at having to repeat the unfamiliar word.

“You sure? It’s not like you to have absolutely nothing to say” he’s testing you, you’ll play into it this time.

“Well if you insist…..I do have a question, just one” at this his eyes instantly narrow and you could have sworn you’d seen a few stray sparks emit from his palms.

“Would it be too much to ask daddy if he wouldn’t mind kissing me again?”

🌆

Euphie checks her phone for the eigth time since she’d last texted you over forty-five minutes ago. Why weren’t you responding? Maybe she really had pushed you too far this time….A large hand comes to rest over her much smaller one, at this she finally sets her phone facedown on the table with a sigh.

“She wont stay angry with you forever, her and Bakubro might be having such a good time together that she’s forgotten all about her phone” Kirishima tries his best to reassure with his usual smile. The sudden wide eyed, dead pan stare he gets in return whipes that smile from his now reddening face. He’s realized far too late at what his words seem to of implied.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Really! I promise I didn’t! M’sorry”. Seeing the red head this flustered is so adorable, his companion cant help but giggle.

“I know Eji, dont worry about it”.

Entrusting your care to Bakugou was fine: He cares about you almost as much as she herself does. If she wasn’t certain how genuine the boy’s feelings toward you were, none of this would ever have happened.

Yeah, everything is going to be just fine….You’ll thank her one day.

💥

Bakugou’s crimson gaze is way too intense while roaming over the female laying down on his bed. Having her completely bare, and spread out before him is an accomplishment he shamelessly contragulates himself for. She’s getting self conscious now: Delicate hands come up to cover her chest, and plush thighs press together in an attempt to hide the drooling mess kept between them. It’s all or naught though as her legs are suddenly wrenched apart, and each wrist is now pinned above her head, held in just a single one of his hands.

“Nu-uh princess, no hiding….keep those legs open…wanna see all of you” condescending words only seem to widen his feral grin.

Seeing his cock now freed from its previously strained confinements as its looms above you, standing tall, has your leaky little hole twitching. The smooth inner walls inside repeatedly clenching in anticipation. Bakugou trails a finger from clit to slit as he hums in approval.

“What’s this hah? Such a fuckin’ mess your makin’ down here”

“S-Sorry daddy…I cant help it…Just want you so bad…dont wanna wait any longer…Please dont make me wait more” a soft roll of your hips accompanies your pleading whines. Your continuous begging for his cock has that monster stirring in him again, he has to forcibly push the dark thoughts away before addressing you again.

“If I dont prep you then-“ you interrupt him.

“It’s fine! I can take it, please just take me…” he notices your moment of hesitation before you lock eyes with him while adding “make it hurt”.

You’re just so fucking bold!

Trying to make demands, disguised as requests! Its so cute he cant help but caress your cheek before bestowing upon you the last gentle kiss you’ll get until he’s throughly DESTROYED you for anyone else.

“Dont ever fucking tell me what to do again” he growls before slamming his hips forward.

He’s buried balls deep inside you: Your initial gasp at the sudden intrusion, now morphs into a silent scream that has a you arching up off the mattress.

“Got that you greedy little slut? See what happens?” He taunts through gritted teeth.

Your cunt squeezing and spasming around his cock feels incredible, to the point he has to busy himself with sucking harshly on your neck to keep from releasing desperate whimpers of his own.

“I can take it…please move….m’sorry daddy…please don’ be mad a’me….”

“M’not mad at you baby….s’okay” He manages to reassure you through his clenched jaw. He finally starts to move inside of you, desperately trying so hard to take it easy on you. All precedent falls apart when your legs wrap around his waist, now he’s digging you out.

“Y’okay?” He rasps while continuously ravaging your tight cunt.

“M-mm-more than okay” you stutter.

“Taking my cock so well baby girl….Fucking hell!” His lewd compliment causing your insides to involuntarily clench.

“Deeper! Deeper!” You plead.

Katsuki thought you’d preferred his shallow thrusts, but if you really wanted your guts rearranged he’d be pleased to make it happen. He grabs one of your legs, placing it up on his broad shoulder, while the other remains curled around his hip. Straightening up he smirks down at you, before delivering a harsh slap to your clit. Now beginning to rapidly piston his hips while taunting you: “What did I tell you earlier hah? Answer me dammit!”.

His hot hand comes down on your inner thigh and you cry out: “N-Not supposed t-to tell y-you what to d-do!”. It shouldn’t be possible for you to be squeezing him even tighter, but somehow you do. That can mean only one thing… “Gonna cum aren’t you princess? I can feel ya choking the life outta my cock”.

A pathetic whine accompanies your vigorous head nods and he growls in response: “You.better.fucking.not” a thrust accompanying each word, “Y’dont fuckin’ listen, shouldn’t let ya cum at all with how you keep misbehavin’, better start fuckin’ beggin”.

Horrified at the thought, you fight through the fog permeating your brain and force movement out of your lolling tounge.

“P-please daddy, I’ll b-be good from now on if y-you’ll just let me c-cum! Y-you’re just making me feel so good daddy, no one’s ever made me feel this i-incredible before” your panting breaths making it too difficult to continue speaking. Even if he doesn’t believe it, your words are entirely true, this is the first time you can ever recall feeling like this during sex. A foreign sensation is making its way into your gut, your limbs are moving of their own accord, you cant think straight when you manage to speak next: “Its too much! Too big, Too deep, Too intense! I c-cant take anymore please make it stop!”.

“Stop? Oh fuck no princess, after all this lip you’ve been giving me, you think I’m gonna let you tap out like a little bitch? Think again” his thumb begins to rub harsh circles against your clit. “We’re not stopping until you cream all over my cock like a nasty girl like you is supposed to, then you’re gonna do it again when I blow my load inside this tight fucking cunt and you’ll scream my name while I fucking do it because this pussy is all mine! Got all that you fucking whore?”.

“Yes daddy” you whimper, face screwed up in tight concentration as he finally pushes you over the edge. Your eyes fly open as you blindly search for his hand, gripping it tightly in attempts to anchor yourself in reality as a sudden rush of dopamine floods your brain. White hot pleasure seemingly overwhelming every single nerve in your body, making your legs shiver as you faintly hear yourself calling out his name repeatedly. Katsuki is the only thing you know in this strange foreign place: This comforting warmth suddenly invades your tummy, continuously being pumped inside you while you moan at the newfound sensation.

A pair of strong arms wind themselves around you, pulling you closer, making you feel safe, at ease, loved?

“Come…back…..come back to me” he’s calling for you. Your soul had to of vacated your body; You feel Weightless, you’re floating, “Daddy?”. Suddenly you start sinking, and without warning your body jolts, “Katsuki?!”.

“M’right here princess, daddy’s got you….Disappeared on me for a lil while” his familiar voice is grounding. His fingers card gently through your hair, and for the very first time you’re seeing a “Soft” side to this so easily angered man. Sighing contentedly you snuggle into his chest, letting his caramel scented sweat overwhelm your senses.

“I really like this”

“Hah?! That’s all you have to say?!”

Ah there he goes, moment ruined, illusion shattered.

“I’m sorry. But I’m not entirely coherent just yet…you uh…you kinda did a number on me there” you mutter sheepishly, making an attempt to escape his embrace. Its immediately thwarted, and your pulled right back against his chest. “Ah fuck…knew I shoulda just made you wait and prepped you properly….Sorry about that, guess I just got caught up in everything”. Surely hell has frozen over: Katsuki Bakugou just not only admitted a possible wrong doing, but APOLGIZED for it as well!

“Ive wanted to do this with you for so long: Fuck you, hold you, be with you, and I fucked it up! Just like I always seem to fucking do, I-“

“Daddy” your voice effectively silences his self-depreciating rant. His hand begins to gently run up and down your back as he mumbles a “Yes princess?”.

You lean back slightly, tilting your head up so those cute doe eyes can stare up into his, the smile your wearing makes his chest tighten.

“M’not hurt, sore but not damaged….I wasn’t referring to my body, I meant you did a number on my mind…Besides I asked for it remember? I’ve wanted this for a long time too, so I got impatient…Please dont berate yourself, lets just enjoy this moment as the first of many now…Kay?”.

That’s right, you’re his now; Along with the opportunity to care for and make sure to correct you…he’ll be able to do this with you again. You had given yourself to him after all, so he can have you as many times as he wants, whenever he wants! He’s far too occupied with his lewd thoughts to care about the foreboding darkness thats begun to emerge from its confines within his skull.

You don’t remember falling asleep but Katsuki gently prods you awake: “Baby…wake up, Its dinner time…I made food for us…c’mon princess you need to eat”.

You whine, attempting to burrow further beneath the blankets, “Not hungryyyy...wanna sleep more!”.

“Dont make daddy ask you again, you wont like what happens”.

Not interested in ruining such a wonderful night, you begrudgingly sit up. Noticing he’s seated at his desk, with a large steaming bowl set infront of him. You slide out of bed, standing up and realizing you’re naked, but strangely not embarrassed by it.

“Here” he tosses you a shirt, “Now c’mere, hurry up before it gets cold!”. Pulling his shirt over your head as you pad over to him and take a seat on his lap. Noticing the single spoon and bowl has you looking at him with genuine curiosity. “Since you like actin like a damn baby so much, figured I’d continue treatin’ you like one” his words make you grin sheepishly again, and you hold out your hand expectantly waiting for him to hand you the spoon….he doesn’t.

Taking an impressive spoonful of the steaming food he then proceeds to blow on it before bringing it up to your lips.

“Say ahh, brat”.

“Wha-?”

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he shoves the spoon into your open mouth. Of course it tastes amazing, but he doesn’t plan on keeping this up right? WRONG!

Repeating the pattern of giving you a bite and then taking one himself.

“I can feed myself y’know…” you mutter growing increasingly flustered at the insulting action but more so the fact that its making you feel….excited?

“I dont think you can princess….I always hear Euphie bitchin at ya for skipping breakfast or to hurry up and come eat dinner” pausing to feed himself, then repositioning the now loaded spoon back infront of you before continuing.

“That shit ends today, gonna teach ya how important it is to take care of yourself, and if you wont? Then I guess daddy will have to do it for ya”.

You’re squirming in his lap by the time you accept the last bite,swallowing thickly before making an attempt at vaulting off his lap. Large hands immediately snag you around the middle before your feet even touch the ground.

“No, No, thats not how we do things around here, where the fuck are your manners?” he slips a hand between your clenched thighs to move them apart, and then brings a slap down to the inside of each. You dont even know why he’d done that and the shock is evident on your face. “You like when I baby ya, dont lie to me LITTLE girl”.

“No I-“

“What’s this then?” he quickly interupts while holding up the palm he’d previously slapped you with. Glimmering in the low light is your sticky arousal coating his palm.

“Sorry” your voice is barely audible as you hang your head in shame.

“Mhm sure you are…Here I am being a good care taker to you and what did you do? Sat there thinking all kinds of nasty things while I spoon feed you, you really are a fuckin depraved slut aren’t you princess?”

You bite your lip as your eyes start to water,still refusing to look up and far too embarrassed to respond. A finger beneath your chin forces your head up and his breath hitches when he notices tears getting ready to fall. A malicious smile now turns his lips upward as he cups your cheek, “Look at that…shes about to start crying and all because of what? Cuz you just exposed yourself for being the depraved little slut you are?”.

“NO! No im not I-“.

“You are” his grip tightens painfully on your jaw, pulling your face forward so its now just an inch away from his own, “And I fuckin’ love it”. Then he’s surging forward pressing his lips against yours; Forcing his tongue into your mouth, hand coming around to grip the back of your head. Your lungs are on fire while his hand slips under your shirt to harshly grope at your chest. Clawing his forearms is finally enough to get his attention and he reluctantly pulls away. You’ve just barely began catching your breath when he suddenly stands up, keeping a firm grip on your ass to carry you, before dropping you onto the bed.

“Take that off and-“

*knock knock knock*

The sudden knocking followed abruptly by Kirishima’s muffled shouting, startles both you and Katsuki, and the rattling door knob has you immediately springing into action.

“Hey we brought back desert to share with you guys! So just meet us at my room whenever you feel like it, Euphie’s changing her clothes and then she’ll be there too, we’re gonna watch a movie if you two wanna join us!”.

He must have heard Bakugou’s standard non-committal grunt in response, because you hear his retreating footsteps trail off down the hall.

Grabbing your skirt out from underneath the bed, you stand back up.

Just as you’d gotten to your feet your immediately pushed face first onto the mattress. A sweaty hand takes hold of your hip in a bruising grip, while the other delivers a sharp pinch to your ass cheek. Yelping in response to the sudden harsh yank of your hair that proceeds a whisper of:

“You didn’t really think I would let you off that easy did you? Your fuckin’ cake can wait brat, we’re done when I fuckin say we are, got it?”.

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A/N: I hope this chapter was to everyone’s liking, I’m actually kind of nervous to post it but 🤷🏼‍♀️ Chapter 3 has a fair amount of smut in it as well so look forward to that. I’m hoping to get another one shot up for “A man of his word” this week, if you like extreme Yandere Bakugou check that out. I have one penned but it needs to be typed up.

#bakugou katsuki smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #daddy bakugou #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #bnha smut #katsuki bakugo #Katsuki bakugou #dom bakugou

[vixenpen]

Oooooooh I got a steamy request queen! How about we have Shoto (Hawks, Baku, or Kiri; whoever YOU think should do it) as a well-known maaseur that immediately took interest in us black!readers when we come in his shop and we get a body massage from him. However, his hands are GODLY and he hits all the tender spots and we have to keep ourselves from moaning cuz it feels so good and we don’t want him to be weirded out but he lowkey is getting just as turned on and even touches up our nether bits (like our ass) which escalates to us fucking in the room???? 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Love ya lots queen and keep up writing, your work is amazing!!! 🤎🤎

Working out the kinks (Bakugo x Black! Reader)

(I haven’t finished this yet. So please ignore it 😂 I meant to save it to my drafts and accidentally posted it so I’m working on it bit by bit)

“Just get undressed to the point you’re comfortable with and I’ll be back in a few.”

“Sure. You nodded.”

And with that Katsuki left you in the dim, candlelit room to undress.

Once Katsuki had stepped out of the room, he allowed his mind to run wild. Damn you were fine. All melanated curves, smooth skin, and bright eyes.

While you did your thing in the back, the man headed for the bathroom to stroke himself off to the thought of those beautiful brown curves under his touch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did she have to come in today? No fuckin’ way I’m gonna be able to concentrate.

He thought as he spilled his seed into a tissue and threw it away. Hopefully busting that nut would be enough to keep him from popping another hard on in the room.

Minutes later it Seemed like you had gotten completely naked from the way the white sheet was hugging your beautiful brown body.

Shit, she’s sexy as fuck. I gotta calm down and stay professional.

He thought as he rolled the sheet lower on your hips. He was grateful you were facedown with your eyes closed so you couldn’t see him eye humping that fat ass of yours.

“Let me know if the pressure is too deep, yeah?” He mentioned, warming the scented oil between his large palms.

Little did he know his gruff, deep voice and those words had your pussy clenching.

“Ok.” You hummed too relaxed to speak above a whisper.

Then you felt those big, capable hands pressing out all the tension and strain you’d been feeling for the past few weeks, and had to actively fight back a moan.

Instead a deep sigh rolled out of you as the masseuse kneaded sore and locked muscles.

“You’re really tight here, Ms. Y/n. Carry a lot of tension in this area?”

“Yeah~” you moaned.

The sweet sound of it made Katsuki’s dick jump.

“Would you be ok if I went a little deeper with it?” He asked in what was almost a purr. “If not that’s ok.”

“No you can go deeper,” you replied, “I like deep pressure.”

I bet you fuckin’ Do.

The man thought as he slid his hands and his gaze lower, imagining that he was massaging your round ass. He put his all into his hand work. Finally, you couldn’t hold back anymore, a long groan escaped your lips.

The man’s hands paused. He felt his dick stand to attention. At the same time, you tensed completely on the table.

“I-I am so sorry.” You stammered.

A rough laugh met your ears and made you shift. It was such a warm, manly sound.

“Don’t be,” your masseuse replied, “those are the kinds of sounds I like to hear.”

Your breath caught as his big, warm palms moved down to your hips and butt.

“I try to draw those sounds out as much as possible.” He purred. “Moaning and putting you to sleep is the goal.”

Fuck...

You thought. Katsuki laughed.

“I wish.”

“Wh-wait, what? Did I say that out loud.”

The man laughed again. “Sure did.”

“I-I really didn’t mean to. It just...feels so good.”

“Bet it does.” He replied.

“Did you say, I wish?” You replied.

“Hey, you started it.” You heard the smirk in his voice.

“You tilted to look at the massage therapist.” In his plain scrubs you could see his broad chest flexing beneath the thin material. Your eyes ran down his bulging biceps and to the big hands on your hips.

You bit your lip before glancing up at Katsuki.

He licked his own lips back at you.

“You know you’ve got another thirty minutes.”

Your pussy warmed again with want.

“What are you suggesting?” You asked.

He slid the sheet down your hips and grabbed the mounds of your ass in his hands, giving it a massage.

“Let me work on some other kinks, yeah?”

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