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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘

Pairing: Kento Nanami x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Pregnant Sex, Nipple Play

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“Oh, honey, you’re glowing.” You hear your mother say, which makes Kento smile. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him while his other hand goes over your big belly.

“Thank you, mom.” You respond with a smile. Kento looks at you, admiring your face. Your face is somehow so much more beautiful. You’re always beautiful– But the past six months Kento has found a different beauty in you.

“Let’s not waste too much time. I made your favorite, honey.” Your mother stands up, and you both rise as well. You go to the table, and take a seat, your mouth watering at the food that’s ready to be served.

You’re staying with your parents during the weekend. You and your husband live a couple of hours away, so it’s not ideal to visit them and go back home the same day because in the end you’re both exhausted. Your parents have bugged you to spend more time with them before you have your daughter, and here you are.

While you eat, there’s some light conversation that fills up the space. And although Kento is usually talkative, tonight he’s quiet. He keeps looking at you, his eyes glued to your belly. His hand goes to your thigh and he leaves it there for the rest of the dinner.

After a nice dinner and some conversation, you head to your room to go to bed. Kento takes a seat on the edge of the bed, looking around your old room then looking at you. You walk over to your bag to grab the pajamas you brought.

You take off your shirt, and his eyes nearly go wide. He’s salivating at the sight. He shifts uncomfortably with the erection that’s in his pants. He can control himself with the sight in front of him, right? He can’t just fuck you at your parents house. That wouldn’t be decent.

“Are you okay, baby?” You ask. He slightly nods, but you’re not convinced. You walk over to him and take a seat next to him. You don’t know what you’re doing to him by just sitting down next to him. You put your hand on his back, and he’s doing his best to look at your face, and not at anything else. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I do, baby…” He tells you, his eyes staring at your cleavage. The dirtiest thoughts go through his mind, and he hopes that with a simple peck it’ll go away. So he kisses your cheek, hoping that all obscene thoughts will go away. He pulls away, and the thoughts have somehow become even more intense… Or perhaps he has lost all sense because how is a simple kiss going to erase the dirty thoughts that consume his mind?

You put your free hand over his, looking at his eyes. You notice how he’s looking at your breasts, a reminder that you’re sitting down with no shirt, just your bra. He’s so focused… You watch him lick his lips, and you sincerely don’t know how to help the man out. He finally meets your gaze, “What would you do if I told you the problem?”

“That we’re at my parents’ house and we can’t do that here.” You lower your voice, getting up from the bed to take off your pants. Now you stand in front of him, just in your underwear which doesn’t help his case. He stands up, taking a few steps towards you before hugging you from behind, his hands resting on your belly.

“I can be quiet… I promise I will be. It’ll be quick and rewarding for both of us.” He begins, disappointed in himself for letting temptation win. He doesn’t wait for an answer as one hand goes to your back to unhook your bra, while the other goes down to your panties. He kisses your neck. “It’ll be so quick, baby…”

“Kento…” You say, feeling as if his fingertips burn your skin not realizing that it’s your own body temperature rising at the thought of fucking your husband. You’ve been so undeniably horny which is a side effect of your pregnancy, one that Kento loves. He pushes your panties down, and they easily fall to the floor. Next thing you know, your bra is on the floor as well. He kisses your neck again before his lips go up to your ear.

“Seeing you pregnant with my child really has me worked up… Can you blame me?” He whispers. And the next thing you know, you’re on top of him on the bed, his upper body lifting a bit so his mouth latches on one of your nipples while his hand plays with the other.

You know why Kento chose this position, and it isn’t because he wants to have your engorged tits on his face… Although it doesn’t hurt. He just wants to feel your sweet cunt for longer because sex is so much slower when you’re riding him. Sure he wants quick sex but he wants to enjoy it as long as possible.

Maybe you would have protested because you know why he wants this, but horniness has taken over your mind. You’re thinking with the pants that are on the floor of the bedroom. Your hand is aligning his erect cock with your entrance.

You slowly push yourself down on his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of his head as you take every inch. You’re trying to keep quiet, reminding yourself that your parents are two doors down in the same house. The door is locked but you don’t want them to know what you’re doing with your husband. It’s hard to keep quiet though with his dick inside of you and him sucking on your tits. Maybe if it was one or the other, not both at the same time.

You feel the vibrations of his moans as he feels how good your pussy feels around him, how you’re slowly moving on his dick. Kento loves fucking you, but now that you’re pregnant, your cunt just feels so much different. It’s great. While he’s at work all he can think about is burying his cock deep inside you and fucking you into oblivion. And he’s always had occasional lewd thoughts about you while at work, but not intense as this.

“Fuck-” You moan, your voice very low. You remember your parents are in the house so you can’t be as loud as you want, but that awareness is slowly fading as you move. Your mind begins to get foggy, just thinking of one thing and one thing only.

Kento detaches himself from your nipple, finally laying back down on the bed, just watching as you struggle with your pregnant belly to move on him. You’re so slow, but he doesn’t mind. The longer he’s inside of you, the happier he is.

He barely can see what’s happening, but he knows his cock is coated with your juices. He doesn’t know why, but since the beginning of your pregnancy it’s happened. In the end, after orgasming, it would’ve happened but now you’re not even halfway done and his cock is already like this.

“You’re so cute, baby.” Kento coos, watching as you struggle to move. Your hands go to his chest to hold on for support. He’s enjoying himself watching you. But he’s such a sweet caring husband, that he has to help you.

He begins to thrust his hips, biting his bottom lip to not make any noises while he clearly picks up speed. One hand on your belly while the other over your mouth. Now, he wouldn’t be such a bad husband that he’d let your parents hear as you get fucked, would he?

“Ah, that’s it, baby.” He groans, feeling as you tighten around him. He hears muffled moans as your orgasm approaches. It’s just too much for you to take… It’s so good but it’s so much.

Your eyes shut. Your body shakes as your orgasm takes over, a really loud moan leaving your lips which is thankfully muffled by your husband.

You feel even more amazing now, that he’s thinking of slowing himself down to not come yet. He wants to make this last longer, and he knows the moment he comes he won’t feel your cunt again until you leave.

So he doesn’t take his opportunity to come and he slows his thrusts. He just wants to watch as his pregnant wife, with his hand over her mouth, takes his cock.

“Honey?!” There’s a knock on the door, making Kento come to a complete stop. You both stare at each other wide-eyed. “We thought we heard some clapping, do you two hear it as well?!”

“Uh… Yeah!” You yell back. “It must be the neighbors! Damn, they’re loud!”

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for the ask game, can I get bakugou and "you look so good with your hands around my throat" 💗💗

oh god yeah you can

bakugou x reader - minors DNI, cws hatefucking, choking, bakugou threatens some light ncon breeding but doesn't follow through, cumshot, and then he's sweet ish at the end. dom bakugou sub reader but no titles used. degredation, praise.

"So sick of your shit," He growls in your ear, "Askin' me tough questions on live fuckin' tv," you feel his teeth sink into your neck, hear the lewd squelch of his cock in your pussy, "Gonna be a sweet girl for me from now on, aintcha?"

"Y-yeah," you manage, barely breathing, staring up at the pro hero who currently had you pinned against a wall in an alley outside the nicest restaurant in the city. He follows your eyes to the street and chuckles, thrusting up cruelly and pulling a harsh cry from your lips.

"You don't want anyone to see," he taunts you, "Anyone could walk by, and my rep," he chuckles, "I could fuckin' take it but you, you'd never fuckin' work again huh, takin' some hero cock in an alley, some kinda respectable," he reaches a hand up and wraps it around your throat, "Respectable reporter you are, huh?" You whimper, your hands flying to his wrist, but he doesn't move, and your struggling does nothing against the iron of his muscles. "Relax, princess," he says, spitting the second word like an insult. "I ain't gonna hurtcha, we're just gonna play a little game, hm, you wanna play a game with me?" You nod.

"Yes, I'll," you moan, interrupting your own sentence as he starts to choke you, just a little.

"Dirty fuckin' slut." He rolls his eyes. "Knew you'd like that shit, tell ya what, every time you cum on my cock, you owe me a goddamn favor." You whimper again. "Good, sounds like you understand." He picks up the pace then, cutting off your breathing sporadically, bringing tears to your eyes and then letting you breathe at the last possible second. You feel him palm your breasts through your dress, letting out a soft groan of his own when you clench down on him.

"You gonna cum, stupid?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, "You know if you cum," you feel his lips on your jaw, his teeth on your neck, "You know if you cum I fuckin' own you, right? You know that?"

"Mhm," you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, your nails digging into his muscled back through his suit.

"That's it," he says, feeling you clench down on him, releasing some of the pressure on your wind pipe, he reaches down between your legs, watching your back arch off the wall and starts rubbing at your clit. It's so gratifying, he thinks, watching you self destruct, watching you melt in front of him, go from someone cold and intelligent to this filthy wanton mess.

You hiccup, a wet, sad little sound, and he adjusts you, releasing your throat and lifting you off the ground, hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he lifts you off your feet, holding you up and bouncing you up and down on his cock himself, feeling the way you cling to him, face buried in his neck.

"F-fuck," you choke out, "Dynamight, I'm gonna-"

"That's two favors." He rasps, "You sure you wanna, you wanna cum so bad you wanna-" you cut him off, nipping at his neck, tears welling in your eyes as you cum a second time. He feels the wetness and pulls your face out of his neck, bracing your body against the wall. "So pretty like this," he manages, his words more of a hushed gasp than a confession, "Should, should go on air like this sometime-"

"Shut up," you whine, and he laughs meanly.

"Shouldn't have said that." He says, "Shouldn't have said that at all," you feel him pick up the pace, and he stops talking, fucking you through at least one more orgasm before you feel his thrusts get sporadic.

"Pull out," you say, a degree of urgency to your voice.

"Nah." Bakugou growls. "Not gonna."

"Please," you beg, squirming a little in his iron hold, "Please I'm not-"

"Not on birth control," he grunts, "But ya let a pro fucken hero fuck you raw in an alleyway, real smart princess,"

"Please," you plead, and he shakes his head.

"M'so close," he grunts, and you can feel it, he is, you watch his teeth sink into his lower lip and feel a wave of desperation.

"Cum on my face instead!" You offer, "Please, Dynamight I-" He makes some kind of a strangled noise and moves you so quickly you barely realize what's happening, just feel your knees hit the pavement.

"Mouth open." He snaps, and you obey, closing your eyes as he cums hard, and so loudly you nearly jump at the rough, ugly sound. You feel it hit your face, and swallow the cum that lands in your mouth. "Good girl," you hear, and open your eyes to see him towering over you, bracing one thick arm against the wall. He reaches down and starts wiping at your face with a handkerchief. "It woulda been funny to leave ya like this," he says, a good natured smile tugging at his lips, "But lucky for you I'm a fuckin' gentlemen, huh?" You nod, not quite capable of speech.

"Alright," he grunts, lifting you to your feet. "How 'bout I call us a car huh?" Your legs wobble and you collapse against his chest before righting yourself, leaning against the wall and picking your purse up from where you'd put it down reluctantly on the ground.

"I can get home," you whisper, and he rolls his eyes. "I can get myself home."

"I know you can," he rolls his eyes, "But we're goin' back to my place."

"Oh?" You lift your head, raising your eyebrows. He just scoffs and takes his jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"You heard me." He grins at you. "I own you now." You shiver. "Been thinkin' about puttin' ya in your place for a while, and you think I'm just gonna let you go home and never call me? Fuck off." He takes his phone out. "I'm callin' a car, and you're gonna take a shower at my place, sound good?" There's a pause and you realize this is your chance, that if you want to say no, he's giving you the option.

"Sounds good." You whisper, folding your body into his.

"Atta girl." He wraps an arm around your waist. "Atta fuckin' girl."

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Earthquake Chapter 1

“Hey, Bolin! Thought I'd come hang out with my favorite guys today!” Smiling wide, Korra bursted inside the door frame of Bolin and Mako's 'apartment', smiling wide.

Plus I have drinks! (Korra holds up a bottle of water tribe soju and cactus juice)

Bolin jumps a little startled from the bag of his door being busted opened, but he greets his friend with the same energy " Korra! Hey!” Bolin grinned and straightened to wave her over to where he was sitting, on the cushioned bench lining the wide open baywindow that overlooked most of the Republic City and river. It was his favorite place to sit, especially when the sun was so warm and comforting. Happy to see her friend she wandered over to him, Korra's steps slowed down when she noticed Bolin was the only one there.

“Where's Mako?” She inquired, before letting herself collapse onto the bench beside him with a thud. Bolin waved his arm dismissively.

“Ah, he's off at his construction job, or whatever. I'm glad you're here! It's been soo boring here. All by myself.” He gave his best impression of puppy-dog eyes, which made Korra giggle and shake her head.

~You are way to cute you know that Bolin?~ Loving the sound of her voice as well as the compliment, Bolin grinned and leaned his arm against the window's ledge, watching her.

Man had the years been kind to her, it only seemed like yesterday we were saving republic city. . .hell the world for that matter and now she's here filled out in places I didn't know she had, parts that I could only dream of touching especially her hips damn those hips even her breasts had-

~HEY! earth to Bolin!~

"Haha sorry I got kinda spaced out there didn't I?" Did you say something?

~Hehe yup you looked like a deer caught in headlights haha and yeah I was asking what you been up too?~

Nothing much just the same old same old.

“So how have you been today, beautiful?” He smirked. Korra took it all in stride, though her cheeks had tinted slightly from his compliment. He watched as she leaned herself back and thought about it.

“Not much, actually. I just had to get away from Air Temple Island. Tenzin's been goin' crazy with his training.” She puffed, stretching her arms upward and arching her back. Bolin had a nice view of her chest like that, but he quickly glanced away before she noticed him staring.

"Damnit Bolin don't have any dirty thoughts!"

“That's too bad. You're welcome to hide out here for as long as you want to.” He said with a charming grin. Korra answered it with one of her own, laughs.

“Thanks, Bo. I appreciate it. Actually, since Mako's not around, maybe I could catch a nap. I can imagine he'd want all three of us to train if he was here.” She winced as Bolin nodded with a growing frown. (Why is it always about mako?)

“Too right you are, Madame Avatar.” He grumbled, watching in a mild amusement as Korra dropped heavily onto her side, stretching out beside him and throwing her arms up to tuck behind her head.

“Thank the spirits he's working then. Wake me up if you hear him coming.” She yawned wide, letting her eyes close. Bolin tilted his head, resting it against his raised arm as he watches her fondly.

“Sure thing. I'll also make sure no bed bugs don't bite you as well. I'm just that kind of gentleman.” He smirked,but hearing Korra's laugh was like hearing wind chimes sing. She's really is beautiful. No matter what she did. He watched her like that for a while, glad that she was comfortable enough around them to steal a few winks of sleep in their house. What were best friends for?

Shaking his head, Bolin chuckled and went back to repairing a torn piece of his pro-bending uniform, gently sewing it shut. Sure it was…a feminine skill for him to be so good at it, but when it was just two boys living together, someone had to learn eventually. Mako often attempted to sew his own torn clothes, but surprisingly enough he was terrible at it. Though he exceeds at sports and hard labor jobs. It was probably a concentration thing, he mused with a grin.

After some time, Bolin's gaze had strayed back to an already sleeping Korra. She snored softly, lips slightly parted and chest raising slowly with deep breaths. He chuckled. She had a cute snore.

“Ow!” He hissed, accidentally poking his thumb with the needle. Setting his uniform aside, he tucked the tip of his thumb in his mouth, pouting. So much for concentration.

Bolin stretched his now stiff limps for blood flow, leaning back against the chair He let his gaze roam more freely over Korra now, still nursing his stinging thumb.

With her arms up, He now had the perfect view of the curves of her breasts they were more prominent, rising and falling with her slumbering breaths. The warmth swarmed him again as he stared, a deep flush rushing to his cheeks. So beautiful. Sure, they were best friends and teammates, but Bolin had always hoped for a day when Korra would see him more as a man instead of a goofball of a friend. Despite her seeming disinterest in relationships ever since her and mako broke it off and then the same with Asami a year later, he still felt privileged to be able to sit here and look at her everyday. Just like now. All stretched out and relaxed. Vulnerable, even.

That thought made him chuckle. Korra was never vulnerable. She could still probably kick his ass even in her sleep. Most likely she would.

“…” Bolin's smile shifted to a playful smirk, leaning himself over the sleeping Avatar. “Think you're safe with me?” He whispered above her lips, leaning his head down just enough to touch his head to hers. he inhaled her scent deeply taking it in before sitting upright again. Yeah, he'd definitely never tell her about this. That would be asking for a broken bone or two.

*DREAM*

When it appeared that Korra hadn't noticed the touch against her forehead, he relaxed, smiling again. Then his face went lower this time he was closer to her lips, He chuckled softly. His eyes then immediately wandered back to her chest, wondering just how much of a deep sleeper she was in. His eyes widened a little. Where the hell were these thoughts coming from?!

“I'm a growing man after all. It's only natural.” He murmured, nodding a little before glancing back at her chest. Swallowing back his nervousness and giving into curiosity. If she woke up, he would just pretend to be sewing again or cook something. She wouldn't possibly guess he'd ever… nah. His heart starts pumping around in his chest, Bolin reached over and let his hand hover over Korra's left breast, still moving slowly with her breaths. Tentatively, he cupped her, the soft flesh molding in his hand. He let out a breath when she hadn't noticed, gently petting over her breast and down her side. Reaching the point where her top had started to ride up against her, exposing a thin band of her smooth dark flesh. Memorized by it, he let his fingertips comb over the exposed flesh, much warmer now that the cloth of her shirt wasn't in the way. When Korra shifted slightly from the touch, he snatched his hand away fast, But it looked as if she was simply ticklish from his touch, settling down soon after the touch had disappeared.

Bolin figured he should stop now. Molesting a friend while she slept seemed appalling. However ,when he looked at her again, sleeping beautifully, his lust simply couldn't let it end here. He reached back to her, this time with both hands. Yet now that the floodgates of his desires had unhinged , he didn't simply fondle her chest again. No, this time his hands started at the hem of her shirt, where it had ridden up. He tucked his fingers underneath it, feeling her warmth against both palms, and gently slid his hands upward and over her, lifting her shirt in the process. Her skin was so much more warmer underneath it he couldn't believe after all the training he ,mako and Korra did it wouldn't be as soft as it was right now though it was still hard on some parts her body still maintained its softness. when he'd finally reached her breasts, he shuddered in anticipation and gently cupped the mounds of her flesh.

Two things happened within his movements. One, the feeling of her chest in his palms, so hot and soft though it's binded the heat under his palms went straight to his crotch. Second, the movement of his hands had lifted her shirt enough to expose her chest at the same time, giving him the dual sensation of touch and sight. He stared, enchanted by this. his hands squeezed her chest gently, pushing the two round globes together and molding them gently in his grasp. Oh how he wish he could undue her breast bindings but he knows the ending consequence of that. his thumbs then dared to cruise over the hardening tips through her bindings, he was delighted to note that they had stiffened and perked underneath his curious touch. He exhaled, drowning in her beauty.

He let his body control his movements, mind a haze of bliss, and leaned down to her again. This time, his head hovered close to where his hands were, watching as he stroked over the stiffened nipples until Korra's body shifted slightly. Excitement blasted through him, knocking away any reasoning he had left and prompting him to lean down more, bringing his lips to one of those perky nubs. He nuzzled her, his warm breath brushing over her skin, she shifted again, this time a soft noise humming in her throat. When he looked up at her face, he noticed that it was flushed. And that her breathing was slightly labored. Was she enjoying his touch? Without even knowing it?

“You really are so beautiful, Korra.” He whispered against her chest, closing his eyes and letting her scent linger in his head.

"Your body is giving off such a sweet smell I bet you would taste sweeter if you were awake to witness it"

Closing his eyes his mouth closes over the side of her neck sucking gently ,Then moving down her chest and onto her covered right nipple.

Korras' body shifted , but Bolin didn't move a inch, suckling on her flesh oh how heavenly she tasted, he let his lust give him an upper edge he moved onto the left side sucking harder than the right.

Sighing into her chest his hunger for her grew even more making him become more bold with his touches squeezing her warm sides with his large hands.

Korra groans in her sleep surprising Bolin a little he stops his advances until he gives her a once over. Her cheeks were tinted pink and her breathing quicked even more, "his deep chuckle vibrated in his chest".

Oh my beautiful girl what will I do with you?

Korras' thighs begin to rub against one another trying to gain some sort of relief.

Bolin didn't let this action go unnoticed he looked over her sleeping frame.

Hmmm what are you hiding my beautiful girl?

Bolin had two conclusions one she was getting turned on more and more. Two she's feeling uncomfortable, but by the looks of it he's right about conclusion number one.

"I could help you get some relief". His hand ghosted over her exposed tummy , rubbing soothing circles lower and lower not evening stopping at her navel. Pushing her thighs apart his hand dipped down the inside of her pants feeling her fuzz against his palm, rubbing against her warm mound".

He hesitanted a bit but ,he came too far to turn back now he wondered if all his caresses made her lower body excited as his was?

"Are you wet for me? He wondered".

how he guessed right she was soaked with her juices , trickling through his fingers. He couldn't stop his hand anymore he drew small circles on the outside of her pussy lips coating them more in her juices.

(He shivered with excitement) ''Naughty girl'' his grin grew wild as he whispered hautly in her ear, making her body jerk a little.

''I wonder how my fingers would feel if they sunk deep into your tight cunt huh?'' he thought. -he didn't wait long for that reply he watched her closely as her hips bucked slightly from his touches as if she's looking for something more while in deep slumber. He pulls his hand away just a little not a lot he then teases the entrance of her cunt sinking one of his long thick fingers inside of her-

Spirits she's so tight If i replaced them with something larger and longer will she forgive me? Hell she would kill him. if and when I confess to her and ask for her consent maybe when we connect here (he places his left hand palm on her stomach rubbing soothingly) you'll be begging me for more.

Gasps!

"Wahh? what- what the oh crap did I?!"

He looks over at Korra and down at his clothes sighing in relief glad he didn't do something that terrible to her. "It, it was a dream thank spirits I would never be able to look her in the eyes again."

Looking down at tent in his trousers He rubbed his neatly combed hair in frustration.

"Ugh ,this is going to be a long damn night".

End of Chapter 1

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