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OKAYYYYYY

King Katsuki x Courtesan Reader Snippet

So... I realised I forgot Katsuki's birthday and that's one of the only days I write something for him. But to be fair... I don't care about Katsuki but its a yearly tradition so I guess I gotta do something for the blond pomeranian.

SO yall remember the Breedingtober thing where Katsuki was supposed to have a one-shot where it was king Katsuki x Courtesan reader? Yah that.

I'll work on finishing that as my atonement to all the Bakugou stans.

Here's a snippet for yall. Hopefully its done by the end of the week.

Katsuki walked into the building with his men. The beautiful building was filled with sweet fruity fragrances. He pushed past the hanging lace that was around the entrance way. It revealed the one thing Katsuki’s men had been begging to stop in while they rode back to the capital. It was something that Katsuki wanted to outright deny but Eijiro had done a good job persuading him into trying to “Keep moral up”.

When Katsuki agreed, he didn’t think that would mean visiting the pleasure district.

The pleasure house had beautiful welcomers that bowed before them, motioning towards an old lady who sat in front, leading further into the elaborate building. She sat with her eyes closed, her hands on her lap as she seemed content, despite the place she was currently in. Her blue eyes opened as she looked to the warriors in front of her. “Evening, gentlemen. How can I assist you?” She asked, moving to shuffle onto her feet.

Eijiro, the highest ranking military general of his armed forces, stepped forward. He had an easy smile on his face like always. He motioned over to Katsuki. “I would like to introduce, his majesty, Emperor Bakugou Katsuki, as well as his royal first legion.” He motioned to the rest of the men that had come with the two of them. “We would like to implore your…” Eijiro hesitated as two girls, from the way they were dressed in lighter paler colours, with their hairs done up with hairpins, were clearly courtesans in training. They giggled at the sight of the officers and highest ranking noble. Eijiro looked back at the old lady with a glint in his eyes. He motioned behind him. “your institution’s services for the night.”

Coming out from behind them all was a chest filled with gold, carried in by two of the squires that were travelling with them. The lady’s grey eyebrows raised in surprise, her eyes looking down at the contents in front of her. Her eyes flicked to Eijiro who held a smirk on his face, knowing that the only currency that places like this spoke was in gold.

The old lady grinned and motioned to the room to her right. “You are more than welcomed to stay as long as you please, your majesty.” She bowed, allowing them further into the pleasure house.

Katsuki rolled his eyes as he stepped forward to the room that she had motioned to. To say that Katsuki didn’t want to be here would be an understatement. He wanted to be farthest away from here. He wanted to be on his horse being closer to the palace than further away. The battle that happened on his Eastern border was more taxing than he thought it would be. It was the last thing he needed but it was a great distraction. It kept him out of that stuffy palace and back with a sword in his hand.

It also kept him away from his wife.

“Eijiro, this better not be a waste of my gold.” Katsuki spoke as his crimson gaze moved back to his taller best friend and most trusted comrade.

The redheaded military officer chuckled as he rolled his shoulders. “Your majesty, this is supposed to be our celebration of our great victory.” He reminded the blond emperor. Were they alone, Eijiro would have called him by his first name, however with so many eyes and ears around, Eijiro chose the safer route.

Katsuki tsked as he moved towards the front. This seemed to be a greeting area, where they would receive more higher ranking guests. It would make sense from the red fully stuffed pillows, silks, laces and the incense being burned and wafted into the air. Katsuki scoffed as he motioned down to the front of the rows of pillows. Another pillow was brought, placing it on top of that one. Katsuki finally sat down unceremoniously, his hands on his knees as he stared forward with a scowl.

“Aww come on, Emperor.” Sero spoke up this time, sitting on the other side of him while Eijiro sat to the left of Katsuki. He spoke with an eased back straight smile. “You’ve been so tense ever since you got married, it’s time for you to live a little. Just like we used to before you got crowned.” He reminded the blond.

The good old days.

Something Katsuki missed more than anything. A time where he was fighting for his throne, where he had blood and dirt under his nails, a sword always resting on his hip and a tan from the hot sun that shone down on him. It was perfect to him. With nothing but his close friends around him and a burning fire reminding Katsuki of all he lost and all he would gain back again.

Now as Emperor, although Katsuki accepted and enjoyed the extravagance of his life, he missed his old one.

“Speaking of which,” Denki started to speak as he moved to sit beside Sero. “I’m sure a certain Empress Ochaco will be more than happy to see you, your majesty.” He spoke with one of those stupid smirks on his face.

Katsuki tried to bite back a groan at the thought of Ochaco. She was a good looking woman that was for sure with a good body and she did what a wife was supposed to, Hell, she was a great empress even. The only problem was…

Katsuki couldn’t seem to give more than half a fuck about her.

It wasn’t Ochaco’s fault. Not in the slightest. Katsuki just couldn’t find it within himself to see her as anything more than what she was. A woman who got sold through an agreement made by her father so that Katsuki could win the war. She never desired Katsuki nor did she ever see a need to do anything more beyond her wifely duties to him should he wish. She was a great empress when she wasn’t annoying the living daylights out of him. But she wasn’t Katsuki’s woman.

Which was probably why he felt little to nothing about the fact that he was about to entertain whores in a pleasure house tonight and return to her tomorrow.

Katsuki closed his eyes and fought back a scowl unsuccessfully. He really was tense. “Where’s that old woman!?” He asked loudly now that all of them were seated.

A low chuckle came as the old woman walked from a side corridor over to them. She moved towards the men, moving to stand at a wall. “I apologise, your majesty. I was fetching my girls.” She informed him. “Now, of course, since you have graced us with your presence, your majesty, you will be the first to choose from my highest-ranking courtesans.” She motioned to where she had come from.

Walking in from the hidden sides were a group of five women, all more beautiful, curvaceous and enticing than the last. They carefully sat down on their knees, their bosoms nearly spilling out of their dresses and their make-up perfectly complementing their complexion. Katsuki’s eyebrows eased at the sheer beauty in front of him. No wonder his men were so eager to be here. He had heard from them about how this was the best pleasure house in the entire kingdom and was hesitant to believe them, however looking at his options, he wasn’t surprised.

There was one, that did catch Katsuki’s attention more than anyone else.

You sat in the middle of them all, your eyes looking straight at Katsuki almost as if you weren’t afraid to look at death straight in the eyes. You had this stare that had something brewing inside Katsuki immediately. It made him feel like he was suffocating, like he couldn’t breathe under your scrutiny. You were by far the most beautiful out of all of them. Not by looks but just by your presence. Your eyes scanned over his front line highest ranking officers. Each one of them stiffening under your gaze, blushes blooming to their cheeks.

Your eyes finally settled back on Katsuki. You bowed your head, moving your hands in front of you as you lowered your head, bowing down towards the floor. “Your majesty, the honour is ours.” You all spoke but Katsuki only wanted to hear from you.

“Now, you can pick any of the-”

“That one.” Katsuki pointed a single finger towards you. His crimson eyes stayed honed on you. “I want that one.”

-Glitch1d

#this is whats up

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w0lfplague03 · 1 day

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I used to be a camp counselor and I just know James is the exact kind of guy the little kids would fight to sit next to at activities. And! He tells the most dramatic campfire stories

Hi! I realize this wasn't really a request but it gave me an idea, so thank you lovely!

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 751 words

“Then,” James says in a low, solemn voice, “Timmy heard the monster getting louder. Do you know what I do with my giant red mouth and my long purple fingers?”

All around you, campers sit with bated breath. When the last counselor to go had told her story, they’d all been whispering to each other, giggling and messing around as they tend to do whenever anyone is speaking. Anyone except James, apparently.

“Timmy ran to the only place left to hide.” He walks slowly around the logs you and the kids sit on as he talks, the orange glow of the fire casting his face in a merry hue despite his foreboding tone. You can tell he’s trying his best to play the part, and James isn’t the worst actor in the world, but anytime he looks at one of the kids’ faces the twitching of his lips betrays him.

He crouches next to an apprehensive-looking girl and says to her, “He squeezed into the closet in the basement and made himself as small as he could. Just like that.” James pokes the girl’s curled up form teasingly, drawing a smile out of her. His lips twitch again.

“For a minute,” he stands, beginning to circle again, “it was quiet. Then, Timmy heard the monster coming down the stairs.” James stomps his feet on the dirt, making dull thudding sounds that have you smiling and your camper next to you gripping your arm apprehensively. “The monster got closer and closer. Timmy was trapped.”

James is nearly behind you, and the girl holding your arm whispers, “Does the monster live close to here?”

“No, no.” You keep your voice low, bending your head towards hers with your most reassuring smile. “This monster’s all the way in Florida. Don’t worry.”

“And when Timmy could hear the monster’s breath just outside the closet,” James goes on, though you’re not really paying attention, more focussed on comforting the poor girl beside you, “it asked again, Do you KNOW—” His voice rises to a shout, and big hands grab your waist, making you squeak loudly. James’ hold is the only thing that keeps you from flinching fully out of your seat, and you can hear him snickering quietly behind you as the kids erupt in laughter.

“Do you know,” he tries again, amusement coating his tone, “what I do with my giant red mouth and my long purple fingers?”

He lowers himself onto his haunches, speaking to the girl next to you. “And do you want to guess what Timmy said?” he asks her, both hands still on your waist.

She shakes her head, giggling.

“Well, he said no, obviously.” James grins as if this is a joke you’re all in on together. “How would he know? So the monster said, I’ll show you.”

James gives your waist a teasing squeeze as he lets you go, but his face smooths into seriousness again, one hand coming slowly up to his mouth. The kids near you are craning their necks to see him.

Lightning quick, James sticks a finger in front of his lips, flapping up and down as he blows out and makes a vibrating sound.

The silence breaks as the kids either laugh or boo or a mix of both, one of James’ campers shouting, “That wasn’t even scary!”

“It was too!” James feigns offense, setting a hand on your head and banding his forearm across your collar protectively. “Don’t say that, you’ll make y/n feel bad. Poor love,” he says sympathetically, resting his head on your shoulder, “she was really terrified.”

“Did you pee yourself?” one of the campers near you asks. You turn to her, making a silly face.

“I think maybe a little,” you whisper loudly, causing the kids to devolve into giggles again.

“Oh, ew.” James makes a show of removing his hands from you and wiping them on the back of your shirt. The campers eat it up, your small clearing in the woods a cacophony of laughter and cricket sounds. You catch some of the other counselors rolling their eyes, some exchanging knowing smiles.

“Well, I suppose that’s fair enough,” James goes on. “I nearly peed myself, too, when I thought you were going to fall off your log there.” He shoots you one of his winning smiles. “Good thing you had me to catch you, yeah?”

You feel your face warm, and you’re grateful for the glow of the campfire as cover. “Mhm,” you say, “good thing.”

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I WOULD DIE

Bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: drunk Bakugou, a mention of babies

a/n: idk where all this came from but it’s heavily based on the fact that I said what Katsu says at the very end of this to my husband last night while we were both high as balls. So… enjoy💖

Bakugou is staring at you.

Normally this wouldn’t be a problem. He’s always glaring at you. He glares at everyone.

But tonight is different.

Tonight he’s staring. He’s staring into your eyes across the huge table with a big drunken dopey smile on his face.

It’s true, Bakugou doesn’t get drunk much. He doesn’t go out with the rest of the group.Kirishima almost always has to drag him out for drinks with everyone but tonight is a celebration.

Tonight everyone is proud to be out to congratulate him for making it to Number One. It’s an intimate get together. One booked in the private gardens of the most expensive restaurant in the heart of Tokyo. All of class 1-A have reunited to celebrate their fellow classmate. Well, all of class 1-A and you, Hanta’s inseparable best friend he met a few months after graduating from UA.

Meeting the rest of Hanta’s friends included Bakugou and you’ll admit, he’s a walking enigma that you’re both widely interested in and sometimes put off by. Still as the years went on, you both grew to be friendly and soon you were a core part of his friend group.

That is all to say, you and Bakugou are pretty close, so you know why Bakugou staring with a dopey grin at you is…out of character for him.

Bakugou is drunk.

The rest of the group are chatting amongst themselves, giggling and sipping wine or guzzling beer. You watch someone come by—Sato you think his name is—and pat Bakugou on the shoulder congratulating him again. Bakugou’s eyes only flash away from you for a second to shrug Sato off before they’re back on you.

You stand quietly with a little smile on your face and walk over to Bakugou to crouch next to him. You smile warmly at Sato, thanking him on Bakugou’s behalf before explaining he may have had a little too much to drink.

Once Sato walks back to the chattering group, you crouch down next to the blonde and whisper in his ear “Had enough beer for the night hmm Mr.Number One?”

You laugh a teasing little chortle as he frowns at you.

“Tsk, I ain’t dru—“ he’s cut off by a hiccup. A drunken hiccup.

“Haha of course you’re not. Why don’t we get you some fresh air bud?” You ask him, slowly grabbing his hand.

He thankfully doesn’t protest, and you have to wave off a very drunk Kirishima who tries to insist on taking care of his best buddy. You stumble out onto a balcony the restaurant gives you access too with Bakugou tucked into your side. The cool air hits your face and you hear him sigh in relief.

There’s small black iron bench and you struggle a bit to carry the hulking hero over to it. When you both are finally sitting down he leans his head onto your shoulder. His cheek is hot, his face flushed a pretty pink and he blinks sleepily as he gazes up at the sky.

“How’d you know I was drunk?” He slurs and you laugh as if he was being subtle.

“Well truthfully it’s cuz you were staring at me smiling like a loony toon across the table,” you explain giggling.

“Stupid. I ain’t no looney toon,” he grunts.

“Really? Why were you staring then?” You challenge raising an eyebrow.

He lifts his head from your shoulder and stares seriously at you. You can tell his drunk mind is trying to contemplate if he actually wants to tell you or not.

You know he decides he will when he shrugs and mutters “fuck it” to himself.

“Was starin’ cuz you’re fucking pretty and I was thinkin’, ‘she’d give me some pretty babies’.”

#stop if someone said that to me ??#im getting on my knees

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𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𐙚⋆.˚

Choso loves to make to squirt. Refusing to slow down the harsh snapping of his hips as you mewl underneath him. Your hands being held above your head while he fucks you meanly. Small beads of sweat coating his forehead from his concentration.

Rolling his hips with every thrust at the perfect angle. Pride swelling in his chest when your body continued to tremble. Shaky cries escaping your swollen lips as you moan for him. Your chest heaving with heavy breaths.

“C-choso— ahh, ‘s too much. ‘M so- nngh… ‘m so sensitive.” You cry, fresh tears sitting prettily on your lashes before running down your heated cheeks. Choso leaning down to kiss them away with a smile.

“I know baby— haah, ‘m s-sensitive too. So sensitive.” He breathed with a moan. “Love this pussy so much, wanna see her squirt f’me. Please make her squirt f’me.”

You let out a choked whine, back arching as yet another orgasm swelled in your stomach. You soft sobs of his name only fueling his drive as he kept his pace strong. Hammering into you with his free hand on your clit. The contact to the overly sensitive bud pulling a short scream past your lips.

“O-oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ‘m— fuckk.” You let your head fall back into the sheets. Vision blurred with tears as your lips parted in the sweetest whimpering moans. Clenching down on Choso with a final cry of his name.

“Hmmm, let it out, please let it out.” He begged, face sinking into your neck to breathe you in with a cracked moan. “Need you to let it out f’ me.”

He could feel you shake underneath him as loud noises dripped off your tongue, your toes curling the second you felt it wash over you. Letting out a silent scream as your pussy gushed messily. Your slick dripping off your boyfriend’s cock while you drenched his thighs. “Y-yes, oh shit— that’s it. Thank you so much baby.” Lewd wet sounds beginning to arise when he kept going.

“Chosooo, i thought we were done,” you sniffled, glossed eyes meeting his matching ones.

“W-we are, i promise. Just gotta— f-fuck.” He allowed himself to fall onto you when his body quivered lightly, eyes rolling back with a string of groans as he buried himself deep in you. A small stripe of drool running past his lips and onto your skin as his cock twitched against your walls. Pumping you full with thick spurts of his sticky cum.

Now he was done.

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w0lfplague03 · 7 days

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brainrot! alternative choso with his bimbo girlfriend ( self indulgent duh )

emo boy choso was the adventure you never knew you needed in life. while you had loads of fun prancing around in your smallest clothes, and letting all the boys peek at your pretty goodies, did you actually let any of them touch you ? no.

you found them to be “icky”. dirty nails, nasty looking clothes, and holes in their underwear - ew. but choso was the fun little suprise that you saw one day while walking on campus. his motorcycle so loud that it annoyed you, so you turned to look. his bike was sexy, a pretty jet black that shined against the sun. what was better- him. his helmet coming off and the hot man looking directly at you with a smirk.

he knew he had you in that moment.

“that’s a good girl” choso whispered in your ear, watching you threw his bathroom mirror. your curved frame against his tall muscular one was a sight for sore eyes. you two fitting together like a puzzle piece. his dark leather clothes, rubbing against your bare skin making more tears drip down, dampening your eye lashes. your moans are muffled by the pink thong in your mouth. the taste of your juices hitting your palette, making you drip even more against his slender fingers.

the pornographic scene had you cumming back to back, you were at your third orgasm. only thing keeping you standing is choso; he held onto you tight, taking in the beautiful sight that was you. whispering that most deranged things in your ear bringing back that feeling once more. “that’s my girl” his deep voice made you shudder, the whispers sending tingles down your spine and right to your honey pot that was so so close. “come on” he kissed your chubby cheek, slowing down his fingers to make deep long thrust.

“cum on daddies nails, cum would match the pink so well baby! ” you shut your eyes tight, clenching down onto his fingers. his other hand trailed down your breast, to your stomach, you feeling all of his movements; and it drove you wild. just the thought of the bright pink nail polish, that he let you put on him being the pleasure source made you instantly go dumb. you couldn’t whine out, like you had the other times. squirt shooting out, making a mess, dripping down your legs and getting onto his boots.

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w0lfplague03 · 8 days

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reader flirting with some random guy for toji to fuck her senseless 🙏🙏🙏😭😭 really mean and sadistic toji with a really submissive reader

sorry for tbe filth im ltierally dying i want that man so bad

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fuck yessssssss!! lmao not me writing this in a day

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: hard dom! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - rough sex - Daddy kink - choking - spitting - impact play; spanking - degradation (bitch, cumslut, fuckhole, slut, whore) - minimal praise - missionary + backshots/leapfrog positions - dumbification - pinching - pet names (baby, good girl, mama) - Toji is a bit mean here - mention of blood and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

Toji didn’t like what he was seeing.

You knew better, yet you still misbehaved.

Your boyfriend sees you from across the pub, mingling with some random guy at the bar top. You were smiling and laughing at the dude’s jokes, prompting the man to treat you to some drinks. To say that the display left a sour taste in Toji’s mouth would be an understatement, especially with how you would place your hands on the chump’s arm or lean into him to rest your head. How brazen of you.

Oh, but what really sealed the deal for him would be the occasional glances you’d throw his way. Your eyes honed on him briefly with a mischievous smile to complete the look before you went to your business — you knew what you were doing. And it made the older man’s brow twitch, rich green eyes observing your every move.

Just wait til’ we get home, brat. That’s all he can think of as you deliberately flaunt your autonomy. Because the moment you have your purposeful fun and return to Toji’s side, ready to go home, he takes you without a word. He doesn’t have to say anything, letting what will happen once you step inside the house speak for itself.

“—Ahhch!! Fuhucck!! Harder, Daddy, harder…!”

Have you ever been choked while being fucked into like a toy? That’s the treatment you’re receiving as you lie on the bed, Toji’s tough, calloused hands wrapped around your throat to restrict your breathing while he pistons his cock into you with inhumane force.

“Harder, they say,” he chuckles. “Who told you can boss me ‘round, huh?” His hold on your throat gets tighter, and the limitation of air becomes hard to avoid while turning you on even more with the clamp of your walls around his fat dick. “You got some nerve, actin’ like a real fuckin’ slut tonight, huh?”

The snap of his hips makes it difficult to respond to him appropriately, his girth stretching your insides so euphorically, and the scrape of your g-spot has you shaking. Fuck, it felt so fucking good, so rewarding to be used like this!

“Hahh…To’jii—Ehhck!!”

“Wrong name, whore.” His eyes narrowed, hands getting tighter and tighter that his fingernails pierced your skin, the pain adding to the suffocation.

Your watery orbs roll to the top of your head as dizziness creeps in. “Dad–dyy, I…can’t brea…” your lips agape, trying to gather whatever air you can.

Toji sees your open mouth, and with a wicked snicker, he spits into it. Your eyes widen instantly, but Toji uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks roughly. “Swallow,” he demands with a dark glint in his eyes. There’s a bit of a struggle, yet he senses you gulp his saliva down from the bob of your throat, and a shiver crawls down his spine when you show your clean mouth. “That’s a good girl…”

Don’t get blinded easily because he is not finished with you yet.

He’ll have your back faced to him, face down to the sheets, and butt up for him to plow. His hands keep your lower half to him at all times, rutting his pelvis so hard to your wet cunt that it rocks you against the mattress. Your asscheeks rebound with every smack of his hips, taking your breath away.

“Ooooh, hoooh, mmaahhh!” There is no way you could even make out a proper sentence, Toji grinding into your soapy slit has you shrieking from his cockhead grazing those sweet spots your could never reach.

Unbeknownst to you, the older man surprises you with a hard slap to your ass. The action pulls you out of your daze for a split second to scream, and your vagina inherently contracts onto his length. He hisses, “Hssshhiit, baby, fuckin’ grippin’ on me and making so much damn noise like a bitch in heat...Hey, I’m talkin’ to you.” Another smack to your butt for not responding to him, prompting a rushed wail to leave your lips. “Heh, damn slut, can’t even talk to me; all you’re thinking about is my dick, right?” He slowly pulls his cock back to hear your whining, a salacious grin grows by the inch when he snaps the limb back inside your warmth, and you grip the sheets. “Mmmph, fuck, this pussy is too crazy…”

Another slap to your butt makes you tremble and twitch, peering over your shoulder to look at the man behind you. Jesus, he looked so hot the way he was drilling his dick into you. The sounds of skin slapping against each other brings the room to life. “—Fuuahh, haahnn, Daddyyy…!”

The raven-haired man notices you observing him, chuckling before placing a hand on your head to smoosh it back down to the sheets. “Who the fuck told ya to look over here?” He strikes your ass once more, his fingertips stinging crescents into your hot skin. He's so rough with you that you know there will be blood from those scratches.

The weight of his hand on your head feels so strong, unable to move as his entire brawny frame has you submit to his bow. “Daddyyyy, ohh fuuuck,” you mewl for him to hear. “It shfeels sho g’ood…!” God, you sound so fucking stupid. Your brain dissolves into mush, and your body corrupted by his powerful dominance. “God, it sh’o gooood! Give me more, pleaseee!!”

“There they go asking for more, fuckin’ fuckhole,” he groans under his breath, grinding his pelvis to your chasm to listen to your sweet begs for pleasure. “Easy there, mama; I’ll give ya what ya want...Hgghh…You wanna cum for Daddy again, right?”

Drool streams down from your lips to stain the sheets beneath. “Yesshhh, yes pleaseee…! Ohhh!” He slaps and pinches your asscheeks again; Good Lord, his strikes were not meant for the weak.

“Then stay still, look all pretty, and keep wringin’ me out like the cumslut you are, got it?” You babble more sounds of agreement, thoughtless on whether they are actual words. You amuse him to remove his hand from your head and back to your hips, propelling you to stick to him again as his hips strike your ass with a hungry vigor.

“That’s my girl…”

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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w0lfplague03 · 8 days

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彡 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 — 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆. 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄

“I love you, I love you, I love you . . . God, I love you.”

Affectionate blabbering continued to spill out from between Satoru Gojo’s lips as he enjoyed the uncontrollable pleasure that came with being ridden by you, his greatest enemy.

Satoru’s striking blue eyes rolled to the back of his head. His messy white hair stuck to the thin layer of sweat gracing his forehead, and with a sweet moan falling from between his glistening lips, he tossed his head back against the headboard.

“I love you, baby . . . Please don’t stop. Just keep riding me, okay? I’m so close . . .”

Those large hands of his moved away from your hips. He gripped your ass as a quiet whimper escaped from his dry throat.

“You love me, Satoru?” You smirked devilishly, continuing to ride his big cock with great expertise.

“Yes,” his hard dick twitched inside of you. “I love you so much, baby. Keep fucking me.”

“Is the world’s strongest sorcerer about to cum inside of me?” You ran your manicured fingers through his hair, gripping it just a bit — just enough to make him whimper yet again. “How pathetic.”

Satoru curled his toes, groaning.

Here he was, nearing a powerful orgasm, getting ready to shoot his load inside of the very person he was in a deadly fight with five hours ago.

“Your pussy feels too good,” Satoru’s pretty eyelids fluttered closed. “I can’t hold it much longer, baby . . . too much . . . Ah!”

With a sharp inhale, Satoru bucked his hips up, meeting your rhythmic thrusts with his own delirious pace as he started to cum.

His broken moans were loud. He gripped your skin hard enough to leave gentle bruises along your ass cheeks as he sunk you down on his cock, his heavy-lidded eyes watching his dick disappear inside of you inch by inch.

He pumped out every bit of cream within him, ropes and ropes of pearly white cum spewing inside of you.

His pale, flushed cheeks reddened.

“I’m sorry,” he moaned weakly, referring to the seemingly neverending spurts of cum stuffing your hole.

Leaning forward, you kissed his pouty lips.

“I told you there was more than one way to defeat you,” you whispered, feeling his warm breath unsteadily pat against your face. “I win.”

Suddenly, the exhausted man wrapped his arm around your waist, hooked his other hand underneath your knee, and swiftly flipped you onto your back.

Then, he pinned your wrists down against the mattress with his large hands as you squirmed underneath him.

Satoru leaned down and kissed you deeply, swirling his wet tongue around yours, not bothering to hold back any of his moans.

When he pulled away, a string of spit falling from your previously connected lips, he said, “Sorry, but you haven’t defeated me yet. All you did was get me warmed up.”

Satoru started to buck his hips, fucking your creamy hole as he spoke.

“I plan on fucking you all night long, sweetheart. It’s what you get for trying to kill me earlier, and for thinking you could defeat me by making me cum just once. So just lay there and take it for me, do you understand?”

After giving him an obedient nod, your enemy quickened his thrusting speed, and before you knew it, you were shouting his name like a prayer, digging your nails into his back, experiencing the first of the several orgasms he would put you through tonight.

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suguru was the family friend that came around every once in a while when a big event was happening. everyone knew who he was, and he knew who everyone else was, including you, you were his favorite, so he knew you very well.

sneaking off to the bathroom so he could touch all over you and whisper in your ear how much he missed you and how the both of you shouldn't be doing them, how much he missed your touch and sweet taste that would liner on his lips for hours.

it wasn't very often the both of you got see each other, but when y'all did just know the bedroom sounded like a war zone the way y'all was fucking on each other, he just couldn't contain himself and the way his eyes lit up whenever they landed on you was like no other, it would've been too much to say that he loved you, but he was almost there.

this was a secret the both of you kept for years, no one knew that the both of you locked lips with each other after hours in your bedroom, or how his hands roamed over your body while he whispered in your ear all the things he couldn't say in front of everyone else, he knew this was dangerous, but he loved it.

he loved covering your mouth while he dug dig inside your pussy pressing on your sweet spot, his teeth dig into his lower lip as he tried not to moan from how good you felt around him. every time y'all had sex, it felt like the first time, his body always reacted to you quickly, once he was three strokes deep, he already wanted to end it and cum inside of you and whisper how much he was sorry, making it up to you by fucking you over and over again.

once he texted you that he touched down in your city, you were in that car and on the way to the airport. seeing him was like christmas to not only you but your family, they all loved him, they treated him like their own, so what would they think if they knew that he was fucking you deep at 2 o clock in the morning?

the situation was a little tricky to slip over and keep under wraps, but the one thing that made everything worth it was him making you cum and curl your toes. suguru loved fucking you, you had the cutest reactions and made the sexiest sounds, it was worth the flight over to make you cum and cry, he just couldn't get enough of you.

your pussy made him want to get an apartment in your city right down the street and move you in, that's how he felt every time you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist and whispering into his ear to fuck you harder.

“i don't care if they hear us, i need you.” your whiny voice in his ear as he outs one hand around your neck and pushes into you deeper and faster, the tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot every second making the moans that were previously caught in your throat slip out, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you.

not only was the sex fucking amazing, but he loved being with you, loved seeing that pretty smile and hearing you laugh, loved how you treated everyone, especially him. maybe it wouldn't be a stretch to say that he loved you, because he did, there was no denying that.

whenever he got to see you he would smile ear to ear, or getting random phone calls from him that went from checking in on you to four hour rambles, but it was all worth it because he wanted you, he wanted you all the time.

this wasn't just perfect sex with a family friend he knew since seventeen, this was sex with someone he's been in love with since seventeen.

his dick deep inside, practically melting inside of you from how warm and tight it was, his mouth near your ear, slowly leaning down giving you a kiss on your neck, a quiet giggle slipping from your lips as you tighten your arms around him, your fingers running through his hair, sinking into the pleasure.

“i love you…” his voice quiet as he pushes into you again. leaning up to look at your face, his flushes as he continues to push deep inside of you, his love for you was never going to change.

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when he bends you over his lap after a night out and massages your pussy . . . puts two fingers in, smiles when you moan. that feel good, baby? and you garble out a response and he teases your other hole with his thumb . . .

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Tw- Degradation, Daddy kink, buttplug usage, Bunny reader?. I'm sorry for any errors.

"Fuckkk yeah such a good bunny, hop on daddy's cock just like that baby" he encouraged as you hopped up and down on his thick cock, your faced the opposite way with your back towards his chest, as his cock stretches your cunt hole, rings of creamy cum visible around the base of his cock from the number of times he forced you to make a mess around him, both of you are fucking filthy, his shirt is wet and covered in your squirt, your cunt is making loud squelching noises as you bounced on his dick like your life depends on it, His eyes fixated at the way your ass jiggles against him with every thrust as he continuously plays with the cute carrot plug deep in your ass that's plugging up his cum from earlier, twisting and wiggling it inside your butthole, trying to overestimate and penetrate you as much as possible.

"Such a dumb little slut for daddy aren't ya?, such a dirty whore bet you like getting your cunt and ass stuffed full like this don't you?" he smirks, landing a harsh slap on your plush ass cheek, making your body jolt as you turn to look back at him.

"Yes! Yes! daddy m' such a dumb slut for you, just for you to use and play with, all yours!" you moaned as you hopped on his dick faster, feeling his mushroom tip grazing your sweet spot as the plug wiggles around in your tight walls driving you so fucking crazy.

"Atta girl, such a good little dumb bunny, Daddy trained you so well". He groans as he felt your cunny throbbing around his cock and clenched around him tighter. "Aww is bunny gonna cum again, gonna make a filthy mess on daddy's cock again?" he chuckles as he played with the plug stuffing your ass, he starts tugging on it, pulling it in and out of you, fucking the needy hole as your moans get louder. "Yes! Yes! Fuck daddy m gonna cum again fuck! Fe-feels so good!" you screamed as his cock head hits your favorite spot while he's fucking the plug in and out of your tight anal hole, admiring how it opens and closes around it, swallowing in the plug like a greedy little thing. After a few more hops, his cock had your sloppy cunt gushing all around it, your cum coating his cock as he pushed the plug back in and gripped onto your waist, bouncing your ass up and down on his cock like lightweight as your cum drips onto his balls and thighs, the way this man was bouncing you on him was crazy, he made it seem so effortless as he splits apart your bunnyhole even more, thick cock drilling your cunt threatening to stab a hole in your guts.

You felt his cock throbbing and twitching inside of you before you felt hot ropes of cum filling up your tight walls, your eyes rolled back as he continues fucking you through it, gritting his teeth and hissing as he emptied his balls deep into his cum dump. After he was done he finally pulls out of you, watching how his cum slowly leaks out of your creamy fucked hole as your head fall back against his chest. "Ya ready for another round princess? We can use this hole if you want" he smirks as he wiggles the plug inside of you.

Toji, Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Yuta, Bakugou, Kirishima, Eren, Dabi, Aizen + whoever you want

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he decides if you're invited

wc: 4,580

pairing: bakugou x gn!reader

warnings: essentially, healthy gooning (://). internal monologue, rimming, hand jobs, cum eating, public sex, cock rings (glans ring), corruption kink, nipple play and piercings, hair pulling, sex tapes, spit kink and as lube, dirty talk, kissing, pet names, face slapping (love taps), mentioned face fucking, multiple orgasms (for bakugou). mentioned: pet play (collars), size kink, sex workers, that's it?

summary: He didn’t allow direct videos, but there’s a same general look among all those who experience him; a dazed look. Something close to experiencing the touch of a god, a shift into having a few too many happy hormones. No one can explain the specific high, it’s just something that needs to be experienced.

. . .you want to experience him. . .

or;; i think bkg deserves to get rimmed for his bday. (link to ao3)

Her cheeks are flushed, you can tell this from the low light reaching her from the dark alley she had ducked into. It’s a streetlight. It’s dark out after all, the time that most dirty deeds are done under the cover of the deep night. And the deeds she’s accused of, or really brags on, are substantial.

But back to her cheeks. They’re flushed, ruddy, and she struggles with her phone because she seems restricted to her one hand. Her toothy grin shines and she walks closer to the end of the alley, and then you see it.

The hand she doesn’t use to stabilize her phone or fix her askew clothes, it’s illuminated and covered in. . .

You’re jealous, and you hate feeling like this. Jealousy is the kind of feeling that haunts you around every corner, as present as your shadow, a double of you with ill-intent. You can always sense it lingering behind you like a bad smell.

It’s worse because it’s a dumb thing to be jealous over, but all the same, that green-eyed monster lingers over your shoulder.

This all over a goddamn subreddit.

Your ears ring when user Dynam1tesCumS0ck squeals, showing the thick, white fluid covering her hand. She focuses on it a second before moving back to her face.

“I fucking got him–” there’s another squeal, accompanied by her jumping up and down. It’s a little concerning. . .

You get it.

Lipstick smeared on her mouth and chin and nose, she brings her hand closer to her face, looking at her hand like she can’t believe what she’s done. What a lucky bitch.

“Taste test,” user Dynam1tesCumS0ck says, opening her smiling mouth wide and sticking her finger in. she doesn’t even taste before she starts moaning like a pornstar, shoving her fingers so far back it must hurt. You see her throat spasm when she adds another, and then another. Three fingers in, she drools, eyes fluttering all the while. Popping them from her mouth, she swallows before looking at the tiny camera, near tears, “it’s so freaking good, oh my gosh. . . oh my gosh! Oh! My! Gosh–guys–!”

You already know what she’s going to say before she does, and your lips pinch in envy.

With blown pupils and cum on her chin, she grins stupidly; “I just got BakuBombed!”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

In the new age of the internet, there’s something for everyone.

Everyone. . . Take this how you will.

You were born in the right generation to say the least.

After three of the greatest minds combined to make a platform that you thank the very stars for daily.

Reddit.

Insane, yeah, maybe, but the spaces you’re allowed into though the infamous platform have you on your knees daily, scrolling until your time limit pops up. . . and then after when you override the thing with your passcode.

Look, you can stop yourself from falling down the scroll of doom. . . mostly.

In any case, it’s not everything on Reddit that keeps your attention, it’s the Pro Heros and their numerous fanbases.

It’s nothing new to have fandoms around figures that seem a little untouchable, you’re in several after all, following the sub dedicated to detailing Deku’s broken bone count of the week to the subreddit of Red Riot’s hair growing out and when he finally refreshes his signature crimson mane. It’s fun! Lots of it in fact!

So are the NSFW ones. The ones you get carded to join that hold so much filth you think about finally getting a VPN.

You don’t. And you don’t leave either. It’s exactly what you came for.

Back to the topic at hand; you were born to benefit. With your late birth year, you easily get into these spaces.

You’re groupies, you can call it how it is. You all vye for these heroes to choose you and fuck you stupid, gaining bragging rights after the deed is done and posting it for all to see.

Currently, you’re scrolling Red Riot’s sub, biting your lip at the descriptions in the title fields of the posts there. There’s plenty to choose from. Your eyes light up on a familiar username, and you tap.

Red Riot is more into the produced side of his fanbase. The pretty, usually chubby, fangirls who try to stuff themselves with dicks as long and thick as their arms. Red rewards them for it, acting out ridiculously detailed scenarios. There’s a lucky few that not only get to bang him, but profit from it handsomely. It might not say his name in particular, but there’s little you can do to hide those bite marks and stature and grunts a little too much like the ones from his push day vlogs.

But you enjoy her videos in particular, even the cringy titles of them.

This time it’s. . . well, Best Friends Sister Bets It Won’t Fit. (You and half the sub are convinced Red Riot comes up with these titles. . . he’s so cute.)

It usually doesn’t, to be fair. But with this camgirl in particular–she makes it. Almost every time. Everyone wonders where she puts it, her belly doesn’t give much away with the fluffy nature of it, so it’s up in the air.

But, jeez, is it nice seeing Red’s eyes roll back when he’s deep in her chubby cunt. That satisfaction and his tendency to barely pull out for his thrusts must make for the most overwhelming fuck ever. Deep in you, stretching you, not to mention when he picks you up and does the word himself. . . Gods. . .

You could only imagine.

Swiping off is a tough thing, but you do it, scrolling your feed before encountering another one of your faves: Deku.

Deku is a sweetheart in the streets and one in the sheets!

But he’s rough.

Your breath hitches when you see his scarred hand slapping the pretty boy’s ass he has propped up on his knees. Again after when he smacks his twitching sac lightly, chucking between the love taps as the other heaves great gasps and sighs.

Deku, for as sweet as he is, is closer to a meanie when it comes to his actions. There isn’t a video you can think of, produced or homemade, where he isn’t being on the rougher side, giving or receiving. Slapping reddened asses and thighs, pinching nipples, biting, scratching, clasping deep bruises on previously clear skin, biting, you name it, he wants it done.

There also aren’t any that exist without him being all bright smiles and breathy laughs. He likes fun, loves it really. He’ll be there, ticking the sides of the person he’s balls deep in and laughing right with them, filthy words of them tightening around him mixed with their cute giggles and snorts. He tell them they’re adorable, smiles and coos at them when they get shy, and lands more love taps on them before fucking them both into a stupor.

Even now, after the scene cuts, there’s Deku lying on his back with the boy riding him though overstim, grinning and giggling all the while. The hero pulls him close, whispers, and is rewarded by fingers slapping against his freckled cheek.

He goads him, on and on until his skin is red and his eyes are glassy, only then does he fuck up into the man above him, grunting between his breathless laughs. Scarred fingers tickle up sides and Deku encourages him into a fit of his own, pinning his hips down when he cums and filling him up with filthy words and a breathy chuckle.

That Deku is. . . he is something. . . that you might want. . .

A swipe up lands you where you want to be. . .

The Dynamight sub.

You want him infinitely more.

Look, the guy is fucking steaming hot, and consistently the most reclusive of any of his peers.

Hell, there was more content from Hero Shoto than there is from Dynamight. But then again, Shoto is particular about his fanbase, they’re bound to flock together, all the members are some sort of. . . pet. . .

Yeah, Shoto has thousands of cute things that dub themselves as some kind of pet. Shocker, but seeing the hordes of people that flock to his signings and appearances with identical, thin black collars. . . you admit you get it. That hand petting your head as he grabs your jaw must feel–

Look, you can't knock it since you haven’t yet tried it, but you’re not sure if you’d file under the ‘woodland creatures’ flair or the ‘housepets’.

You don’t think you’re in the right headspace to find out something new about yourself. . .

Back to Dynamight.

The sub was barren at the beginning. There were a lot of the same people in most of the videos that showed up. Not that it was a problem, you just wished then that he were a bit more accessible.

He didn’t allow direct videos, but there’s a same general look among all those who experience him; a dazed look. Something close to experiencing the touch of a god, a shift into having a few too many happy hormones. No one can explain the specific high, it’s just something that needs to be experienced.

. . .you want to experience him. . .

Up until only a few months ago, there was more fan content than actual interaction, but that changed when one of the mods had the chance to speak with Dynamight after her session. Dynamite is just picky and few people meet his standards.

Which started the new guidelines. Just minor things that had to be followed to be the one to get BakuBombed.

One being a fairly recent and clean panel, the second being a giver. . . specifically of rimjobs.

The numbers went up after the emergence of what the Hero wanted, leading to more and more posts being made in the sub, all from dazed folks who can’t get a grip on reality after leaving with messy hands and faces and sore jaws. Which is good, and bad.

Yeah, it’s that jealousy thing again. . .

You have no problem fitting both for criteria. It’s the goddamn timing that gets you.

Dynamight is fast, taking care of incidents and situations like it’s nothing. It takes a special person to get his attention, to keep it, and to be BakuBombed because he only points at a person and walks away to a secluded place. There’s really no other negotiation, he chooses; you can’t just come up to him with hopes.

You’re waiting. . . so–patiently.

You read the most recent post by a guy who has been repeatedly BakuBombed, a major success story, something he brags on often.

What-the fuck-ever.

He's posted a link to dental dams, telling everyone that while Dynamight doesn’t mind them, he doesn’t often carry them. Stash up while they’re on sale, he types, the spearmint is his favorite, he likes the tingle and it’s pretty nice to kiss with (if he lets you ;)) after you’re all done. . .

What a dick. You hate him. . .

It’s the. . . the satin dams right?

. . .you boy a box. You don’t need them but, just in case.

You’ll probably use them on someone else for fun before him though, you rarely see him.

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In a fucked turn of events, you see Dynamight in the week, new foils heavy in your bag.

It’s an old, abandoned building that was evacuated from some comotion earlier, some robbers trying to snatch up precious metal piping and what not. You were surprised to hear it was so close to your favorite cafe you do work at. Even more when you saw updates on the Where's Dynamight? twitter page. He was coming near that very building. You could have a chance.

Not likely. . . but you still go, earnest wish in your heart.

And–holy fuck–you don’t know if there’s a look about you or what, but he points at you and curls his finger twice, eyes squinty as he picks you from the other’s gathered around like groupies to be picked. . . hopefully that’s why he knew you were one of those depraved onlookers and not something else. . . like smell, or look.

Oh, God, do you have a look?

They all sigh at this, some congratulating you before scattering before you trot to him gingerly. It’s embarrassing, a Hero nearby gives you a thumbs up, smacking his gum loudly with a grin.

Ascending a few flights, you stop at an old office, dimly lit. After showing him your clean bill of health and him flashing his, you find your hands shaking on his thighs as he leans against the old desk inside the abandoned room.

“You awake?”

“Y-yeah, I’m–uh,” you press kisses to his thighs to shut the fuck up.

What do you say to the guy you’ve been fantasizing about for months? I’ve been casually preparing for this? Watching videos, doing fucking tongue exercises so I won’t be subpar for you, oh Great Explostion Murder God Dynamight?

Right, you can’t! So kissing his pretty, freckled, hairy, thick thighs is the next best option. And it’s pretty satisfying.

Your eyes cross, focusing on the bead of sweat that runs down his lower back, redirecting to his crack until it disappears there. Dynamite’s head leans back and he sighs, like he’s taking a second for the first time today to relax.

You feel honored.

“Need protection?” He sounds a bit less edgy. You shake your head, moving your kisses to where his ass hangs over his thighs, creating a sweet shadow that you follow carefully. You can feel your head swimming, surrounded by his heat and sweet smell, the texture of his wispy hairs under your lips as you worship him kindly. Your nose draws lines, and you sniff him lightly to ingrain him in your mind.

Your hands lift to his cheeks, and you dig your fingers in, kissing and nipping them gently, biting only when he presses into your teeth, eliciting a breathy sigh. “C’mon, put that mouth to use,” you feel his eyes before you meet them, bright red in the sunlight, surrounded by eyeblack and blonde lashes. “You know what I want, right? You’re not dumb?”

You hum into his skin, and he squints his eyes at you, before his top lip curls. “Then get to it, sweetheart.”

You take a second, leaning away with flushed lips before moving your hands. He looks over his shoulder at you, watching you as you reposition your hands and pull him apart. He’s clean. For all the ashen hair on his legs and lower back, he leaves himself a clean slate for one to devour.

You sigh at this, pressing your lips on the inside of his leg, humming when he spreads wider and leans his ass back more for you. It uncovers new skin, unmarked by your lips and teeth, skin you mark in nips that flush lightly to a high red. One of your hands leaves his cheek, and you reach between his legs, grasping his length gently. The answer is a rumble of content, and with it, you tug down, fingers gripping loosely.

You gasp getting to the tip of his length, pulling back to see with your own eyes. He chuckles, something dark, not light and airy like Deku’s, widening his stance despite his cargos around his ankles. “Like it?” he questions, smirk on his pretty face.

You lean away, pulling his heavy cock through his legs to see what your fingers catch on, to meet gold.

A gold ring.

A gold glans ring, tight around the head of his cock.

It ends up matching the two side teeth of his he had plated in the metal, points down where you see it, pointing to his leaky head like an invitation.

You don’t take it, but admire it for what it is.

A fucking work of art.

You kiss it, licking your lips and smiling at his pleased rumble. “That’s good, finally gettin’ somewhere,” his pink tongue comes out to wet his mouth, and you follow it with your eyes, kneeling reverently. “Pretty, huh?” he grins at your quick nods, “yeah, you freaks fuckin’ like that shit.”

You rub your fingers over his head, spreading the wet before trailing it up to his heavy sac, massaging his balls before letting your hand fall again to its firm circle. “Fuck,” his head tilts forward before he turns back to your stoop, “lemme see that tongue,” you open your mouth obediently, sticking your wet muscle out when he says, wiggling it when he says. Dynamight shifts and you see his hand pull his cheek apart for you to see his pulsing, dusky rosebud. “‘S time t’put it to work, princess.”

You do as he says.

The spit on your tongue has since gotten a little cold, and when you press it on his taint, you hear his hiss. He doesn’t reprimand you though, no, he bears down, choosing to have your mouth warm him instead. You open wider, chin already messy while your hand works down his shaft. Your fingers pass over a throbbing vein, and you trace it while lapping at his rim.

He’s velvety, his dick and hole both soft to the touch of your tongue and hand. He tastes clean, hints of salty-sweet sweat exploding on your tongue every so often, making you moan into him. Each one elicits a shudder and growl from Dynamight, both attractive and delusionally, you decide only for you.

“‘S always the sweet faced ones that fuckin’ love this,” he grunts, leaning forward before finishing, “‘M not complainin’. ”

The tip of your tongue dips in, and you pull it out before dipping again, shifting on your knees over how his hole winks over your little muscle. You let it fall in again before you lap him up from the ridiculous amount of slobber you leave.

You coo looking at it, leaving little kitten licks that your mouth slowly closes around. Dynamight’s hips buck back, and you hear him snarl, saying “dirty fuckin’ thing, gonna give it a kiss too?”

You prod your tongue past his rim, pulling away to lick a long stripe from his taint and up, tasting sweat and his clean skin. “You want one?” you ask, breathless and floaty feeling, flicking your tongue quickly over his furled hole. Each of these is met with a curse, his fingers digging into your scalp burning so sweetly.

“The fuck you think?” That's a yes.

You give in; kisses pressed into his bud as he groans open mouthed and loud. They’re quick at first since you pull back to see how he reacts to them, thudding under your lips and eyes for more and more until you suck lightly. Dynamight gasps at this, looking back in surprise at your surely dopey face.

You go back for more.

His thighs tremble a second around your head, and he tenses them, choking back sounds as he reaches back and palms your head. “Tongue out, princess,” his hand is massive and works well in making you tilt your head this way and that, but after a minute, he keeps you still. Dynamite hisses for you to keep your tongue out and still, rocking his hips back and forth over your face to chase his pleasure, from his hole to taint. You let him, fingernails digging little scratches over his hip with your hand holding his cock a steady force like your head, allowing his length to pass through, slippery and hot.

“Who woulda knew such a pretty thing would stick out their tongue to be used,” you can’t see him, but you hear his smirk. “Cute little dollface gettin’ ruined–stick it out more–there we go. Do it right for me, I’ll treat you nice.”

Once, your fingers tighten around his head, tugging gently on his golden ring and he groans, a little high and reedy, trembling forward and pulling you with him. You dig your nails under, keeping hold of the metal and twist it carefully.

Holy hell if this isn’t the hottest thing.

“You little fuckin’ minx–fuck,” pride swells in your chest to be the one making Dynamight curse and shake. You feel his balls at your chin, and you force your hand up so they rest against the back of it, leaving your chin to massage at them as you work your tongue into his pretty hole. “Yeah, that’s right, lemme feel that little tongue.” You keen into him, forcing your tongue deeper, wiggling it when you feel him open a little for more. He shudders, teeth catching his grunts as your hand leaves its loose circle around his dick to massage at his sac.

Releasing his hip, you let your hand down to tug at the little ring on his cock, feeling how Dynamight throbs around it. It restrains him–barely.

He’s so close.

You’re so close to getting BakuBombed. You purr happily, cheeks bunching as you lap from his balls to taint to hole, delving back in when he opens prettily for you.

His knees lock, and it’s a trial by fire to stay where he wants you, but his hand comes to help. Your neck aches, your knees and hips, but feeling the rhythmic flutters of Dynamight, hearing the growls and labored breaths of your favorite Pro, it makes it worth it.

The head of Dynamight’s cock leaks sluggishly into your palm, and you pout a little, not getting half the load other’s on the sub brag, but content nonetheless. You pull back, hands still while you layer him in more kisses. He gasps above you, hand gone and you see the other that once supported him under his shirt, pinching at his nipple.

He extracts his hand, leaning forward to his elbows to recenter himself. It’s quiet, only the creaking building making sounds as you both revel in the moment.

It’s sooner though that he asks you to rise, heavily pushing you to stand on your feet when you try to lean off of them. The pins and needles hurt, but you stay still, clean hand centered on the desk like his before.

They go away soon, and when they do, Dynamight forces you in front of him, pulling at your bottoms and underwear until your skin is exposed. After, he has you sitting on the edge, “where’s your phone?” he asks, moving your legs around his hips as he curls close to you.

“What-what’s happening?” you ask, unlocking your phone and handing it off when he holds his gloved hand out.

“Gunna fuck you,” Dynamight’s red eyes flash to you, and you cover your mouth with your lough gasp. “Problem?”

You shake your head, negatives leaving your lips as you feel the pit in your stomach grow, aching now for him. “But, why? You’ve never–”

“Yah, I know,” he rips a glove off with his teeth, spitting on his newly bared fingers and rubbing them over his wet head, leaving it a frothy mess. “I don’t normally fuck, but I gotta let off this steam.” He notches his dick at your hole, and your feet flex at the slip. “Gunna let me?”

“Yeah–yes Dynamight–”

“Call me Bakugou,” he winks, sliding in more, “you earned it, dollface.” he smirks at your wide eyes, chucking your chin before leaning forward, aiming the camera at your faces. “Did I taste good?” His hand grips your jaw lightly, eyes jumping from your mouth to eyes.

You whimper a little, lips puckered as you nod and tell him, yes, yes so good. In short, you’re not expecting when he grins and laughs softly, tilting his head and whispering, “gimme a kiss, baby, lemme taste.”

You whine into his mouth, leaning in to hold his sides as he tilts your head this way and that, licking your tongue and sucking on it with easy precision. Your head grows fuzzy, chest tight with sounds you restrain to hear his low noises and wet pulls.

And with that, he breaches you in full.

You feel every inch of him pass, pressing in. From the slick head, to the sleek metal, to the rest of his velvety length, you know your eyes cross and stay that way as his balls end up snug against you. Your feet end up at his hips, keeping him as close as possible. The way he fills you is sinful, has your breath hitching.

He pulls back, leaving you to plant your hands behind you on the desk. “This fuckin’ hole man,” Bakugou growls, “good as your little tongue.” You feel when he pans the camera to your face, feel his feral grin and hear his grunted laugh. “Show it off, baby, show those pervs what got you this dick.”

You feel dumb, sticking out your tongue and wiggling it again as he says. “There it is,” he comments, laying two gloved fingers over it and groaning when you curl them around his digits. “This is what the good ones get for being perfect f’me,” he smacks his hips into yours, making you moan and slide up the desk.

“Oh fuck, Bakugou–” you slur, hands scrabbling for purchase.

When Bakugou grabs you by the jaw and spits on your tongue, you do as he says, waiting before you swallow. Because he films it, has you stick your tongue back in, turns the flash on, and continues filming the frothy white, bubbly mess in your mouth.

“Now swallow–good job, dollface,” he slaps your cheek lightly, grinning with you as your eyes glass over and you pant open-mouthed. “One day ‘m gonna fuck this pretty face again, gunna let me?”

“Yeah, ‘m gonna let you.”

“Fuck yeah you will,” he pounds into you, getting closer to his end. He hands you your slightly wet phone, letting you point it between your bodies as he fucks you harder. One hand wrapped around your hip and the other working under his shirt again, tugging at the bars though his nipples. You want them in your mouth, between your teeth. A moan leaves his bitten red mouth and you keen right after, fucking back into him the few inches you can spare.

“Oh shit,” he grins, fingers rubbing his reddened nipple, “you fuckin’ back, baby? Gunna make me keep you t’myself.”

. . .oh you’re not going to survive this.

How he was still able to keep going after his first, you’ve no close, but you thank your lucky stars in cepheid variable order.

“Come with me, sweetheart.”

“M’kay,” you whisper, feeling the heat rise in you before plummeting to the ground. Your feet kick, curling around him as your hole spasms over him. You feel him, deep in you, jerking around your walls, and feel the fluffy fullness of his cum.

You’re getting BakuBombed. What a feeling.

You think you’re in love.

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Bakugou is sweet as hell despite his blunt nature. He drops off at your place when you realize your legs aren't working so well.

What a guy.

And now, you squirm, feeling his cum leak from your hole, and it reminds you of something you have to do.

Clicking into reddit, you hit your favorite sub, smirking while you change your flair to ‘BakuBombed’.

It’s unofficial for now, but your proof is damning, the mods will have no choice but to approve.

Now to edit said proof.

Not everything needs to be out there; plus there’s tons of stills you need.

And if you get a message later from a throwaway, asking when you’re next free, it’s literally only your business.

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