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pussydrunk!Sukuna who insists he's only doing it to warm you up for the real deal.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who throws your legs over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making snarky remarks about how this is just 'foreplay', and not to get too cocky.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who grips your waist hard, going face first into your weeping pussy without intake for air, tongue immediately hitting your most sensitive spots.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who still hasn't come up for air, now moving his attention to what you think is his favorite—your clit, now swollen and tender with how latched he is on it; kitty licks with sucking like it'll kill him.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who rides you through your first orgasm by adding two of his girthy fingers to the mix, pushing them out of your hot walls that clench around his digits every stroke and curl.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally comes up to take a breath, chin covered with a translucent sheen of your cum—a nasty trail of slick following him as he gives you a stupid grin; teasing you by slowly lowering himself to your oversensitive sex to continue his ministrations despite your pleas.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who grumbles a short, "Shut up", when you tell him it's becoming too much, hands on your waist only getting tighter to make sure you won't run away; tongue seeming to reach down your messy cunt further as punishment.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who gets annoyed at you for interrupting his feasting with your constant shoving and twisting while you try and get him away from your overstimulated sex, but only getting a slap! on your pussy in return.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who has never seemed more grateful to be a curse in his life with how much stamina he has, each orgasm of yours only resulting in him trying harder to drag another out of you.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who actually moans in pleasure of you hitting your 6th straight orgasm of the night from his eating, the only relief you get is him stopping to grunt, "The next better have you squirting".
pussydrunk!Sukuna who smiles deep in your weeping pussy (so swollen with sensitivity that you're numb) at your screams of his name along with the rough tugs at his hair begging him to give you a break.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally is satisfied as you squirt long and hard with tears falling down your cheeks, the liquid that he can't catch in his mouth ending up in his hair, the sheets, and his chest—not like he minds though.
pussydrunk!Sukuna who runs his calloused hand up and down your back when you pass out from tiredness, feeling accomplished he made you hit seven orgasms in 2 and a half hours, but who's really counting?
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“juuuust like that baby, you’re doing so good,” gojo satoru sighed, his brows furrowed as another deep sigh starts leaving his lips the second he feels your hands work just the way he loves.
“yeah? like that baby?” you ask, watching his hands move up to his face as a low groan escapes him. his body tenses up as you keep on going, thighs flexing unintentionally beneath you.
he nods in response, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as you lick your own in concentration.
though, you sigh, “toru, you need to relax for me if you want me to release all this tension in your thigh.”
he nods once more, “yeah, sorry baby.”
a moment later you’re done with the massage you had promised him, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you start to realize how all of this was actually sounding. “god, satoru.. all of this could be so taken out of context,” you laugh, watching him open his eyes as a sly smile curls into his lips.
the silhouette of the sorcerer is laid out in front of you in just his boxers. his sculptured back against the headboard of your bed, strong thighs beneath your hands and a body that looks like it’s carved by the gods themselves.
“i’ve got no idea what you’re talking about sweetheart.”
a hum slips past his lips as he grabs you by your forearms and pulls you up to his lap with ease.
“you hands just work wonders,” he says with a smile, his own hands moving to the plush of your hips, giving them a nice squeeze as you lean down to his level.
your lips are dangerously close to his as you giggle softly in reply, “they’re just always eager to make you feel good.”
your hands trail from his shoulders down his abs, your nails grazing his skin, feeling chills run down his body as a breathy chuckle escapes him. “i know they are baby, mine are feeling juuust the same..”
and a second later you feel the flat surface of his hand hit your ass roughly and sharply.
you let out a breathy moan as you shoot forward a little, a scoff leaving your lips after as you give him a pointed look, the corners of your lips curling up, “really?”
he shows off his stupidly pretty smile and nods, squeezing the flesh of your hips once again as he leans towards you the slightest bit, “you complaining?”
you shake your head softly, tilting your head the opposite of his as your lips just barely touch. “oh i wouldn’t dare.”
“mhmm, good. now c’mon, gimme a kiss.”
and of course, you give him what he asks for.
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This is what I needed to cheer me up, bless up
ceo!tobio who inherited his company from his grandfather at a young age and was a little too eager to prove himself so he alienated a lot of board members in the beginning by coming on too strong with his own opinions, but is now trying to learn how to work better with others. who's terrible with paperwork but is fantastic with strategies, who's constantly frowning but will light up when he's discussing specifics to a project that he's front-lining.
who always shows up in an impeccable suit, but never anything too ostentatious -- black jacket and matching tie, a pristine white shirt, the collars pressed to perfection. occasionally, he'll pop the top button of his shirt during the summer months, drape his jacket over one shoulder as he scrolls through his phone or listens to someone babble on about a current proposal. who tugs on his tie during meetings that go on too long and absently rolls up the sleeves to his shirt when he's redlining a document, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he flips his weighted mont blanc pens this way and that.
ceo!tobio who owns a collection of fancy watches, all gifted to him by investors hoping to buy a few more shares of the company from him, but he never wears them. instead, he keeps the dinged up old watch his grandfather gave him, cleans it meticulously, gets it polished and fixed up as often as he can spare, only ever entrusting it to you, his secretary, to handle it but with strict instructions to let no one else touch it, and to make sure that the horologist cleans/repairs it in front of you so they don't mess with it, no matter how many times you've assured him that no one's going to try and steal an old, no-name watch from him when he's got a whole drawer full of patek philips at home.
ceo!tobio who's really not great at social functions and is terrible with names, so he brings you to every event as his date, if only so you can whisper the names and titles of the people he's about to meet into his ear right before he meets them, who keeps you so close to him that rumors start to spread about the pair of you, but doesn't bat an eyelash when people ask him about it, telling them in no uncertain terms that his private life, and yours, is none of their damn business, and that if they don't keep their noses out of it, they can say goodbye to whatever business they might've wanted to do with him and his company.
ceo!tobio who apologizes for staying so late sometimes and keeping you there with him, who offers to order whatever you want for dinner on the company card, but you end up having taco bell on the floor of his massive office, sitting cross-legged like a pair of teens at the park, him leaning back against his work desk, watching you with soft eyes as you tell him about the meetings he has tomorrow, who they're with, and the agendas you'd drawn up. he tells you he doesn't know what he'd do without you, and his voice is so honest that for a second you don't know what to say except to tell him that he doesn't have to worry about that for a while yet since you're not planning on going anywhere.
ceo!tobio who knows about the strict company policy on fraternization and kind of agonizes over it bc he's pretty sure whatever the hell he's feeling for you isn't just platonic, but he has your career to worry about -- he knew what he was getting into when he took over for his grandfather, but he doesn't want to drag you into the mess as well, and he thinks it might be better to nip it in the bud, but when he tries, you glare at him and say that he's being childish and is just using this as a scapegoat for not facing his feelings, and he knows you're right but he doesn't know what to do about it until you remind him, much more gently this time, that as the ceo, he does in fact have the power to change the specific wording of the fraternization policy to allow for relationships as long as work boundaries remain professional and there are no direct conflicts of interest.
ceo!tobio who doesn't know how he'd manage without you and trusts you more than he trusts himself, but he doesn't want to be the kind of ceo who bends the rules to suit his own wants and needs so he takes it to the board and gets it pushed through properly, and when it finally comes out that you two are kind of a thing... no one is rly surprised, bc c'mon anyone with eyes could've seen the way he was looking at you, and you back at him. did he think he was being discreet?
but ceo!tobio who tells you whole-heartedly that he'll take care of you if you don't want to be his secretary anymore, and that you'll be impossible to replace, but it's equally impossible for him to get rid of the thought of you and him living together, of him coming home to you every day, of him waking up to you every morning, so if you'll let him... he'd love to give you his everything for the rest of his life, all you have to do is say the word.
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they call me "mr lack of understanding" for reasons that are somewhat unclear to me
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whenever you're laying on your bed while wearing shorts, or maybe even just a pair of underwear, suguru never wastes an oppurtunity to bite your upper thighs. he likes to sink his teeth into your flesh just below your ass, chuckling to himself when you squeal and squirm. he always presses a kiss to the very same place too though, a little something to have you melting under him in a second. oh, and if you were to send him a glare over your shoulder, just know that you're playing right into his hands. he fucking loves it when you do that. he thinks you look adorable<333333
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let me ☆ ( prohero!katsuki x fem!prohero!reader ) — you underestimate how gentle katsuki can be, if you needed it | smut
( warnings. ) minors and ageless blogs dni ! fingering, praise, soft gentle sex iktr, reader is going thru tough times & katsuki takes care of you, timeskip!katsuki — 18+
You underestimate just how gentle Katsuki can be.
The instant your fingers click on the lock, Katsuki is already a step behind, his presence a looming force over you like an unshaken shadow. There must be something on your face; Katsuki frowns as he studies it intently, fingers ghosting over your arms, like he’s trying to read between lines that you haven’t even drawn in yet.
"Something happened." He doesn't phrase it as a question, sounding sure of himself. “What?”
"I'm safe," you swear to him, pulling your coat off. "No bruises or anything. See?"
He ignores your extended arms, pinning your gaze with his own. "What," Katsuki demands.
"Katsuki—” You sigh and attempt to push past him. He just rears back and keeps his eyes trained on your face searchingly. "Katsuki, I'm too tired to deal with this."
His brows dip downward further. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."
You falter, struggling to maintain this flimsy display of strength — he knows you too well for that.
He waits. Patient, gentle, like he’s so sure that he can carry this burden with you. You know he can. It’s that fact that makes you think, Of course not. Of course you could never be too tired of him. He never tires of me, too.
“I don't—” you say, looking away, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this anymore. Am I even doing anything right?”
There must be some other reason — Katsuki is evidently fumbling at the threads to tie it all together in his head, but as of the moment, that is all you’re feeling. You don’t know if you can keep doing this. Your limbs want to sag to the ground, knowing it has to prepare again to face the brunt of tomorrow — but you have to care for it, too, or else you’ll wake up dead. Katsuki doesn't deserve that, even if you’re falling apart.
"Everything is just so hard," you continue, the surge of emotions you'd been desperately keeping a tight leash on bursting at the seams; "None of it makes any sense. I don't know if I'm doing anything right."
Katsuki's frown eases. "C'mere."
The next breath you take comes out wet and shaky. The next step you take gravitates to him.
Katsuki pulls you to his chest as you sob. He buries his nose into your hair, rubbing shapes into the small of your back. It almost feels like he’s coaxing it out of you with every touch. You cry violently, lungs spasming, everything pouring out finally — and throughout it all, Katsuki doesn’t split away, even as your tears and snot leave a disgusting patch on his shoulder. If anything, he keeps you enveloped in his warmth, as if he can tell that it helps even without being told.
“N-nothing happened,” you sniffle, trembling, and Katsuki pushes off just enough to see your face; “But it was so overwhelming. I just — I dunno.”
“Baby,” Katsuki starts. You’ve never heard him speak so softly before, low and rough and embodying gentleness that you don't know if you deserve. “Let me take care of you tonight, yeah?”
That sounds good. God, you want him to do that so bad. But looking so weak in front of someone so remarkably strong like Katsuki is embarrassing. You're not some child needing to be told that you're doing good and everything will be all right — needing to be coddled because you had a bad day.
“I want to,” Katsuki says; you feel as though he can read your mind. "Let me."
"…okay." You nod, averting your gaze. "Please take care of me."
And so Katsuki helps you bathe, kisses your knuckles, pulls one of his shirts down that reaches to your mid-thigh, brushes your hair out of your eyes, feeds you dinner he's cooked, and kisses you again. All the while, it's silent. Peaceful. It should unnerve you that Katsuki hasn't spoken a single word since, but you revel in the comfort of hearing his measured breaths instead.
It’s like you can hear him think: You’ll be okay. So let me take care of you. Let me help you be okay.
You feel like you're melting out of your own body, sinking into the comforter's embrace on your shared bed, losing tension in Katsuki's scent and affection.
“Pretty,” Katsuki mumbles, his hand crawling down.
Then you go still when Katsuki watches your expression as he glides a finger in between your legs.
Your cheeks burn. "I — w-what—"
Katsuki hums, thoughtful. "You're already…"
Well, it happens that today is a day of many discoveries. It turns out, Katsuki's hands can be so soft as he works shampoo through your head, and you get horny seeing how attuned your boyfriend is to your needs.
Katsuki can be so gentle with his hands. Of course you’d been thinking of how gentle he can be elsewhere.
"You want me to?" Katsuki asks, slipping a hand under your shirt. His heated fingers caress your waist, his thumb rubbing circles that trickle hotness down elsewhere.
You aren't sure why you feel so shy. You've done worse with each other. "You don't have to. If you just feel like you have to—"
Katsuki lifts an impatient brow. "You think I wouldn't want to?"
You squirm, suddenly aware of the empty ache that is longing for Katsuki. "W-well—"
Katsuki kisses under your right ear before he tugs on your underwear and flings them off to the side. He pulls back to devour your lips in a kiss, swallowing your noise of surprise. Your hands find home in his hair and he thumbs on the source of your heat.
You jolt and choke on a moan as he increases the mind-numbing friction. "Let me take care of you," Katsuki says; "let me, say yes."
"Yes," you cry out in his mouth. You feel floaty with the surge of lust shuddering through your entire body. "Please."
When you break away, you see his pupils wholly overtaking his iris, not even a hint of red. Katsuki licks over his teeth as he stares like he hasn't already eaten dinner. Like he’s doing himself a favor. You wrap tentative fingers around his wrist to guide his hand to your cunt, twitching because it knows it's going to be filled so well with Katsuki here.
Katsuki would make it so good; you know it. You know it so well. He’d know how you want it — need it.
He groans as you feel yourself get wetter. "Baby, shit — you needed this, yeah?"
"Katsuki—"
"I know." Katsuki rubs on the sensitive bud of your clit, kissing your jaw. "I know. Relax, baby, relax for me. Make it feel good. Just like that. Yeah, fuck, like that."
You feel dizzy. Katsuki teases one finger in, watching your face with rapt attention. You're so wet that he slides in easily; he could slip in two more just like that. But Katsuki is focused on making you feel the sensations instead, taking it slow, one by one, leaving you a fluttering, whining putty under him.
Katsuki’s heavy breathing makes you tighten around him involuntarily. He curses, patience rescinded. "One more?"
"Yes, please please — more — ah—"
He curls his fingers, and you tremble and whine, white-knuckled, gripping him, trying to meld yourself into him. Katsuki echoes your sound in a rasp, "Mm. You hear yourself? Fuckin' gorgeous."
It should be embarrassing that you're close already, yet who can blame you with Katsuki overwhelming your senses with every inch of his body — all over and inside you? His fingers are hot, and you're burning up, a coil in your stomach begging to be released.
Your legs shake as your back arches. "Kats — Katsuki — ah, please, please. Please, I'm—"
Katsuki kisses you through all of it. "I know. I know, baby. Don’t gotta beg. I gotcha — give it to me."
You thought you'd already exhausted all your tears, but Katsuki whispering in your ear and coaxing an orgasm out of you so tenderly pulls heat into your eyes. You forget about the weight on your shoulders. Right now, you can only think of how you could fall and Katsuki would catch you. You cry as you break, pulse jumpstarting, and Katsuki takes care of you all over again.
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the best part about having a job is being able to go through doors other people aren’t allowed to use the worst part is everything else
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Thinking of nightly, intimate moments with Toji...
You're freshly showered, donning just some shorts and a bra to beat the unbearable heat. As you're brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror, you see Toji coming up behind you.
"Hey, you almost done in here?" He asks, looking at you through the mirror. You can feel his bare chest against your back, his forearms coming up to circle around your waist.
"Mhm," you hum, muffled by your toothbrush and the foam that fills your mouth.
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"Y'know I can't sleep without you, doll," he murmurs into your neck, pressing a kiss to it and trailing his lips down your shoulder. He rubs your stomach, the gesture eliciting goosebumps on your skin as his hands move higher and higher up your torso. He feels up your breasts through the cups of your bra, squeezing them in his enormous hands. His right hand goes higher up until it reaches your shoulder, his fingers hooking around the strap of your bra and dragging it down, enough to expose the skin beneath it. He kisses it, allowing his hand to roam towards your chest again, this time dipping into the right cup of your bra. You almost spit out the toothpaste in your mouth when his fingertips start brushing your nipple.
"You like when I feel you up like this?" He asks, voice low against your shoulder. He can tell you do from the abrupt pauses you make while brushing your teeth and the sighs you let out through your nose. You nod silently, looking at his dark gaze and the sly smirk playing on his lips through the mirror. "Good, 'cause I like touching you."
He places a couple more kisses onto your shoulder and your neck before dragging his hand out of your bra and pulling the thin strap back up your shoulder. "Come to bed," he murmurs into your ear, pressing one last kiss to your temple before releasing you and heading back to the room.
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having a heated make out session with bakugou when he’s wearing his glasses and having to straighten them on his face after is just too good i fear. bonus points if you have to wipe your lipstick off his mouth with your thumb as he looks at you with half-lidded, lovesick eyes and a stupid lazy grin.
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when you first showered at toji’s apartment—after he bought you replicas of the products you use at yours, he quite literally jumps you.
you can’t blame him! his bathroom is now enveloped in your scent, when the steam started to escape when you opened the door, he swears up and down his whole place smelled like you.
so girly and sweet, nose buried in your neck he inhales your scent. his hips are flush against yours, barely pulling out as he drapes his body onto your back, using his weight to keep you pinned on his mattress.
you’ve cum so many times that you’re sobbing, body tense and limp at the same time. his tongue shamelessly licks the tears from your cheeks, peppering kisses all over your shoulders and behind your neck.
“ya smell so good, baby.” he groans, “m’ gonna have to keep you here from now on, heh.”
“mmmph!” moans muffled by the pillow, you bite down before raising your head, just enough that you’re able to speak. “you’re a per—ahhh, not there, idiot—you’re such a pervert!”
“mm, yeah baby, but you love it.” he nibbles on your ear, groaning when your cunt flutters around him.
it’s sticky between your thighs, leaking all over the mattress and smearing itself on toji’s lower tummy. it’s messy, but he loves it. your scent makes him dizzy and before he knows it, he’s gone—flooding your cunt with thick ropes of his seed.
you’re half alive, eyes rolled back and body twitching. toji leaves wet kisses on your cheek, travelling down your spine til’ he playfully sinks his teeth into your right asscheek. you swat at him, but he pins your wrist to your back.
“behave for me,” he croons, licking his lips as he spreads your cheeks, pupils dilating from watching his cum dribble from your slit. “m’ not done with you yet, girl.”
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sorry for how I acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time
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the thing about me is I'm cute, laid back and easy going but in like a really intense and stressful kinda way
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