#🔮. 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑

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BANG IN THE MIRROR. | M.FUSHIGURO.

OCT 22ND. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + MIRROR SEX.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. a girls day out with nobara has you blowing up megumi’s phone with pictures of you in the cutest, tightest, shortest dress he’s ever seen—and after a few more sinful messages, your dress makes its debut in your boyfriend’s private show.

ৎ୭ wc. 6304.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, college!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem + bimbo!reader, praise!kink, slight!iexhibitionism, sexting, orgasm control, body-worship, fingering, bondage, cum-play, cum-eating, mirror sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. ree it’s friday again! today i bring you a fic featuring my sweetest boy, i hope you all enjoy! apologies for my absence this week, i hope you’re all safe and well <3

ৎ୭ now playing. cyber sex - doja cat.

the night started, with a text.

megumi’s barely paying attention when a text under your contact of ‘sweet girl’ rolls through. it’s all in lowercase and there’s one of those heart shaped emoticons stuck right next to your name— one that he knows you’d put down yourself because he’d never do that on his own and he’d never have the heart to change it, even though your contact sticks out like a sore thumb in his recent calls and texts, against the sea of capital letters and full names.

megumi barely looks as he opens your chat, phone in one hand while he quickly jots down notes with the pen you’d gifted him in his other hand. it’s kinda funny how much of you resides with him even while you’re apart— nobara having stolen you away today for a girls trip to the mall, giving the dark haired male time to study something else aside from your eyes, your lips, the curve of your waist…

he had time to focus.

except for now when his gaze slips to your text, lighting up his screen, reading the words without a second thought, a smile playing at his shiny lips just thinking about you.

sweet girl ♡ at 5:59PM - i thought of you when i bought this, do you like it gumi? the colour reminded me of you!

is how you caption your text, an image following it merely seconds later. megumi’s brow raises as he watches the grey circle over the blurred picture, waiting for it to load before it’s revealed to his eyes. eyes the shade of midnight blue, with twinkling stars woven between cobalt flecks roll to the back of his head when the sorcerer catches the view of your body in the mirror, draped in a dress the same colour as his eyes and strands of his hair, that shows off your figure perfectly.

megumi groans when you send another shortly after, abandoning his pen to hold his slender phone between both hands— zooming into the picture the dress hiked up high over your hips while you bend over in the back shot, showing off just how short the article of clothing is, how easily he can peek up it to snag a view of your white cotton panties— the ones he likes, the ones with the lace trim and ribbon in the middle that he likes to run his lips over.

just the thought of running his hands over your dress laden curves, slipping them up your thighs and dipping his fingers into your sweet ruined underwear is enough to pull fushiguro away from his studies— barely focusing as his cock jumps up in interest— brought to life by the sight of you.

‘gumi ♡ at 6:02PM - don’t tease sweetness, you know i don’t like that. you know i have to study |..

he shoots you a reply— a warning more like as he tries to cool off, thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache in his semi-hard cock. but now the vision of your perfect lips, glossed up and pouting zaps through his mind, which only serves to turn megumi on even more. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he took a study break, touched himself a bit to get rid of the tension— his finger dips under the collar of his sweatshirt to let some of the heat off of his body, hips grinding into his desk seat before his phone lights up with another text from you.

sweet girl ♡ at 6:03PM - why? what’s the matter gumi?

sweet girl ♡ at 6:04PM - do you not like it? should i take it back? :(

sweet girl ♡ at 6:04PM - nobara said you’d like it on me :(

“fuck,” megumi curses into the deep of his room, already palming his growing erection from over his sweats. fuck, does he feel bad because it’s not that he doesn’t like the dress on you...it’s that he likes the dress on you a little too much— his tip already smearing precum against the inside of his pants, dick bobbing up and down as he views the pictures of you again. he doesn’t mean to hurt your feelings, you’re sensitive and sweet, a little airy in the head— which he adores but megumi can’t bring himself to say that he likes your dress so much that it makes his dick wet. you’re too cute, too sweet for that.

‘gumi ♡ at 6:07PM - typing…

‘no baby, you look gorgeous… i love it on you. you know i love you in blue.’ is what fushiguro wants to text back, but he barely has another chance as more media from your end rolls through.

this time it’s a video of you positioned with your legs spread in the mirror, your fingers and manicured nails dance down your body teasingly—tugging off the flimsy spaghetti straps of your dress, pulling down the fabric over your breast and hiking it further up your hips to reveal more skin to your boyfriend’s eyes. eventually you hit the waistband of your panties, snapping them against your hips as megumi would to make yourself squeak his name before you push them against the wet spot forming on your crotch— the wetness of your core defining the shape of your folds. nobara must be out of the room because you’d never send a video as filthy as that with her around.

sweet girl ♡ at 6:11PM - i wish you were here so you could see the dress up close, i think you’d like it better, ‘gumi!! :( </3

megumi swears he almost loses his mind, pulling out his cock to tug it along with the seconds of your video, biting on his lower lip, gritting his teeth— too horny to even think about forming a proper reply. the rough pad of his thumb pushes into the slit at his tip, causing the sorcerer to his needily, gripping his shaft with his fist shortly after as he fucks up into it. he doesn’t bother to type out another text, choosing to show you instead as he snaps a photo of his cock dribbling thick precum down his knuckles— almost turning them an opaque white.

‘gumi ♡ at 6:13PM - i really like your dress, baby. i fuckin’ mean it.

the sorcerer collapses forward, elbows steadying him in his desk while megumi jerks off into his hand as if it were your panty clad pussy. you’re quick to reply this time, so fast that he almost misses it in favour of making himself feel good, watching your video again.

sweet girl ♡ at 6:13PM - can you show me how much you mean it? :(

megumi doesn’t hesitate, scrambling and fumbling with his phone to take a video of him palming himself— his tip angy red and dick pulsating with blood flow as he repeats the process of fisting it before squeezing his base so more of his arousal beads at his cock head and drips to his floor— wet slapping sounds carrying the audio for the video.

sweet girl ♡ at 6:19PM - come over :(!!!

you type back and megumi drops his study session in a heartbeat— throwing on a hoodie to sprint over to your dorm, not caring if nobara could possibly be around.

‘gumi ♡ at 6:20PM - unlock your door, see you soon baby.

the sorcerer says, tucking his wet cock into his sweats before heading out.

that’s, of course, how you ended up like this.

with megumi in yours and nobara’s dorm, his hands roughly pushing their way around the front of your pretty powder blue dress with your back pressed against the sweltering heat of his chest, sitting behind you in the mirror— his fingers, which are hotter— toy with the swell of your breasts, pressing the rough pads of his fingertips into the flesh where they meet your ribs and making goosebumps rise across the plains of your skin. “how come you’re so pretty for me, huh sweet girl?” he whispers into the shell of your ear, kissing your pulsepoint before using his lips to push the strap of your dress over your shoulder.

the fabric falls away easily revealing more of your skin marked with scars and beauty marks telling the stories of your life and then megumi’s hand reaches up to cup your cheek— tilting your gaze until it locks on the mirror. “never met anyone who’s as beautiful as you are, in every sense of the word,” your boyfriend continues to rasp as his lips drag across your flesh, small kisses placed into the crook of your neck as you watch him explore your body in the mirror. “i love these sweet tits,” he coos, cupping them both and catching your reflected eyes— only this time, his thumb slips over the bud that’s naked, circling your areola before pressing down on your nipple in a way that sends flashes of heat across your face— giving the same treatment to your other, clothed breast. “love how soft they are, how they bounce when i fuck you,”

“i love…” megumi’s grip cascades down your sides, pinching at them until soft whimpers echo throughout your dorm room. his touch is like the kiss of a thousand suns, warm and welcomed against you and it makes your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your head up toward the golden rays from your boyfriend. your head falls back on his shoulder and you relax for just a second before he slaps down hard on your breast— the pain shooting through your body and making you moan out loud.

“the way they bounce when i slap them.”

your eyes shoot open, brimming with saltine tears as your boyfriend positions your face so that your eyes settle back on him in the mirror. “gumi...that was mean, that hurt…” you simper through pouty lips.

“oh i’m sorry sweet girl, didn’t mean for it to hurt that bad...just wanted to show you how much i love this darlin’ body of yours,” he coos to you, massaging the sore spot on your chest and giving the hot fleshy mound a squeeze. megumi’s hand continue their journey further south of your body, finding themselves at your doughy thighs as he rubs smooth circles into your skin, groaning at how the meat of your thighs part just for him. always for him. “gonna let me play with your princess parts, angel? gonna show ‘gumi how pretty they are?”

you nod shyly, lust buzzing beneath your skin and shooting through your veins while you watch yourself spread wide for him in the glass mirror— your hands, tinier than your boyfriend’s, pull up the hem of your cute blue dress until megumi can see the soft material of your underwear— the groan he lets out bouncing within the cavity of your chest and sending vibrations straight down to your core. “gumi, gumi,” you say, breathless as you push your face into his chest, trying to look away as more of the treasure between your legs is revealed to his darkened azure eyes in the mirror. “i-i’m…’m wet down here ‘cause of you, w-what if i ruin my pretty dress?”

megumi chuckles lightly, letting you take his hand and guide it under your outfit before he looks to the mirror to watch your face light up with euphoria when he presses two fingers down against your soaked crotch. “‘cause of me?” he mumbles, stroking your clit as you leak even more, defining your folds even more with how wet you are. “well then i’ll have to get you so many new dresses then, huh pretty girl? as many as you want, just so i can see how fucking beautiful you look in them all.”

“please ‘gumi, wan’ that,” comes your gentle response, hips bucking up into megumi’s fingers as he continues to play with your pussy from over your panties— only parting from you to push them past your waist band and curl his digits past your entrance.

“i know you do, sweet girl, can feel it with how wet you are down here,” the sorcerer begins the slow stroke of his finger tips against your squishy insides— your entire body jolts at the new pressure on your g-spot, thighs quivering and attempting to close around his fingers as they fuck you open. megumi scissors them, stretching your hole for his cock, mouth filling with saliva as he pulls your panties to the side and watches you clamp down on him in the refracting glass. “look at you baby, god this pussy’s so perfect, love playin’ with her.”

fushiguro starts to slur, the spit on his tongue intertwining with each of his words as he picks up the pace of his fingers brushing against your insides, curling into a come hither motion as your juices gather between your puffy folds and darken a spot on your underwear. you’ve writhe, hips jutting upwards into the seat of your boyfriend’s palm to push your clothed clit against it and you claw at his shirt and his sweats just to bring yourself back down to earth.

megumi makes you a mess, even as you tear up from pleasure— keeping your gaze locked on yourself while he works your princess pussy from underneath your clothes, makes you watch as your own essence gushes down your thighs and gathers at the seat of your ass— his slender fingers reaching deep inside of your squishy insides, causing dirty and lewd noises to ring out into the sex tainted air, accompanying the salacious whines you let out.

you hiccup and blubber, leaning back into megumi’s chest as he takes your clit between the tips of his fingers— eyes half lidded as your glistening cunt chases his hand in desperation for some relief. you’re always so gorgeous, always so good and just for megumi. no matter how many times he’s seen you like this, mourn hanging open with strings of saliva breaking aw from its roof, your skin lined with a sheen of sweat and your little puckered hole drooling— he can’t help but commit the vision to memory. in the mirror his gaze locks onto the way his fingers pump in and out of you, memorising the ridges on your silken walls and the spots that make your entire body twitch.

your eyes roll back, darling gems disappearing into your skull as your pussy leaks molasses over his hand and wrist, selfishly locking him in. “megumi, megumi, gumi!” you whinge pathetically, chest heaving from beneath the mussed fabric of your dress. “‘m gonna...need’ta—!” you squirm in megumi’s everlasting grip, he’s keeping your hips in place with his arm across your middle and appearing your thighs wide with a large palm, hazy eyes trained on your soaked panties. you keep squealing, filling megumi’s mind with your pretty squeals and squelching cunt, the pads of his fingers bearing down harshly against your stimulated walls, pushing and pulling against your tiny hole— burning your insides like a solar flare.

but megumi’s eyes and stare are as cool as the night, like the air that laps at your swollen folds when he gathers the crotch of your panties between them— using the material to rub roughly at your puffy clit. “you’re my perfect girl, baby,” he laments breathily, teeth tugging at your earlobe while your body heats up, sweating beneath your dress that clings to your every curve and dip and perfect imperfections. you’re so beautiful it makes him hard, makes his cock jump at how you moan and drool your mouth and your pathetically clingy sex. “perfect girls get to cum, but you’ve got to hold it for me sweet girl, can you do that?”

the sorcerer whispers to you sweetly, increasing the pace of his fingers as they twist inside you, occasionally pulling out of your slick entrance. your stare finds megumi’s in the mirror, eyes dazed and full of love that could maybe be mistaken for tears while your hips stutter along to the speed he’s set for pleasuring you.

“‘m s’close, ‘m so close, g-gumi i can’t hold it...it hurts!” you gasp needily, hips running and pussy gushing, a steady flow of your nectar staining your doughy thighs and the floorboards below.

“hold it, baby. do as you’re told for me, yeah?” fushiguro grunts, feeling you spasm around his slender digits, your thighs beginning to tremble as you teeter towards the edge of release. “fuck, sweet girl, you’re so pretty like this, look so good when you’re about to cum, with your body shakin’ like this f’me. i know how you get, a darlin mess and you can’t control yourself, makes me wanna play with you even more,”

you feel your walls tremor from his nasty words, your whole body instinctively lifting higher as you grow closer and closer to cumming. megumi paws at your body, whispering ‘i love yous’ into your ear at every part of your flesh that he pinched, filling your tummy with explicit desire from his praise.

shaking your head, you grip the skirt of your dress until you feel your nails digging into your palms— fighting the urge to let go of it all. “but megumi—!” you blubber petulantly, tears streaming down the apples of your cheeks as your panties soak through, allowing both you and megumi to see your slick folds in the mirror.

“oh i know, sweet girl, i know. it hurts so good, doesn’t it? promise it’ll feel even better if you hold on a little longer, okay?” he tells you, tone deep and almost mocking as he pulls his fingers out of you to tap down on the length of your slit, watching your body jolt in the glass. you trust megumi, your whole body does so you do as he says and try to wait, clenching down hard on him every time he enters your creamy sex and looking to him in the mirror for reassurance. each time you do, you earn yourself a loving flick to the clit and a curl of megumi’s fingers until they press down on that spongy spot inside of you. “there you go, that’s my good girl,”

“‘m gumi’s good girl, gumi’s good girl!” you chant as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and speeds up his fingers, mouth falling open with yours and mocking your moans.

megumi hums in agreement, the vibration tingling in your sex as he thumbs your clit. “‘course you are, always are. go ahead and cum for me baby,” he says to your reflection, smiling with love as you stop fighting your orgasm and let go. your body convulses against your boyfriend’s lean fram, dopamine flashing across your brain while technicolour ripples behind your eyes in new forms— fushiguro cups your chin, forcing you to look at yourself as reach your peak, slapping down on your pussy to guide you through your high until you clear streams squirt from your mound— making your panties see through and soaking your dress.

continuing to slap down on your cunt, megumi hums contently into your neck. “good girl, good girl...look at that, your princess pussy came so much, gumi’s so proud of you,” comes his praise which sends a pleasant wave over your body as you collapse against him, a shaking mess. he pulls his fingers from your heat, bringing them up to your lips— knowing that you know just what to do. weakly and tentatively, you lick at megumi’s slick stained digits— flushing with arousal when he starts to do the same. you make out over his fingers, tongues sliding past each other as you clean his hand of your gooey essence. “love how sticky you get for me sweet girl, love how good you taste even more,”

fushiguro groans, leaning forward to capture your lips in a chaste kiss before pulling you back into his lap— painfully hard cock grinding into your ass over your drenched dress. “megumi,” you sigh as you break the kiss, connected to the sorcerer only by a string of your swapped spit. “you’re so hard! doesn’t that hurt? don’t you wanna cum too?” you ask cutely, still trembling from the aftershocks of your high.

“i do sweet girl, wanna cum for you so badly. ‘cause only you make me feel good,” megumi murmurs to you breathlessly, as you throw it back into him—trying your hardest to get him off. his eyes drop to the curve of your ass and how your dress sticks to your peach-like cheeks but he can’t help but hug you to his chest, pushing your panties to the side, scrambling to push down his sweats far enough so that he can push his tip through your sopping folds. you twitch, hips stuttering as you circle them over megumi’s cock, listening out for the lewd squelching noises that sounds from your sexes pushing against one another in a passionate dance. “you’re so good baby, just like that, yeah?”

the sorcerer’s fingers dig into the skin at your waist, pulling you back into him every time juts up— finding solace between your puffy folds, arousal clinging to every vein on his shaft, mixing with the fat and weighty drops of precum oozing from his slit. he reaches between your wet and parted thighs to hold is dick against your cunt as you slide back and forth over it— both of you panting with sweat licked skin, megumi’s cheeks flushed with exertion and the need to be inside of you as he watches you give him a pussy job in the mirror— steam collecting on the glass from your antics.

you grind down on him hard even though you’re sensitive from your last orgasm, hole fluttering every time megumi brushes past it, occasionally dipping the bulbous head of his cock past your tight entrance just to tease you. “‘gumi! quit teasin’ me! can’t make you cum like this when… when y’distractin’ me!” you pout angrily into the mirror, brows furrowed adorably as you work yourself in your boyfriend’s lap, spilling your juices about the place and staining his sweats until you’ve left a darker patch where his dick is— only giving megumi an inkling suspicion of you trying to get yourself off on him again.

“sweet girl, don’t be selfish,” the volume and tone of megumi’s voice drops an octave until you can feel it— baritone and like chocolate, vibrating through your slick bodies. “i don’t think i want to cum without having been inside of you, wanna wait until i can cream this princess cunt of yours, so pretty, so warm,” he practically moans, midnight orbs filling with lust as he watches his angry red tip peek out from between your deliciously thick thighs— fushiguro kneads them together hastily; brain fogging up like glass as his hands start to ravage your body once again. he lifts on of your arms behind his head, giving him better access to grope and suck on your breasts from over your dishevelled darling cornflower blue dress— darkening the fabric by several shades as his saliva gathers over your pebbled nipples. “fuck, i love touching you up like this,”

he groans against the swell of your breast, his free hand drawing shape at the curve of your waist before he lifts you off of his cock— a defiant squeal echoing from between your cherry bitten lips. “but megumi,” you say for what feels like millionth time that evening, even as you squirm and clench within his grip. “wanna cum again, wanna cum on your cock— please!”

“and you will,” the sorcerer rasps, grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing it a few times before he positions it against your entrance. “just hold onto that little orgasm f’me, okay? you want it to feel as good as last time right?” you nod weakly, head rolling back to rest on megumi’s shoulder as he breaches your silken walls, bathing his shaft in all that you give him— the stretch makes your cunt clench and thighs threaten to snap shut but the stare your boyfriend gives you, the way he looks at you like you’re a forbidden fruit or the rarest treasure in the world makes you stay spread open in front of the mirror. “you always do so good for me baby, all dressed up. you know i love it when you dress up pretty for me, you know i love you.”

your eyes water, from pleasure or love you’re not too sure—they’re often found to be two in the same. especially when megumi sets a tone to his hips, jutting his cock right up against your womb. your boyfriend is longer than he is thick, most of his weight residing in his balls that press against your ass as he keeps you in a full nelson-position, your knees are spread either side of his, giving you the perfect view of your pretty pussy impaled over his dick.

“i love you ‘gumi,” you blubber, feeling the full tip of his cock bump against the ridges of your juicy walls— every time he pulls from the warmth of your core, a light sheen of your mixed arousals coats him. “i love you s’much!”

your senses burn with affection for your lover as his own gaze burns right back into you through your reflections— you feel dizzy with how much you desire and crave him, thrusting back down on megumi with every push and pull of himself into your tight, creamy heat. “love you more, you’re my sweet girl, don’t forget it,” he grunts to you over the gentle slaps of his skin against your own, hands wandering once more and searing the prints of their fingertips wherever they went— leaving blooming marks underneath your dress that he’d later apologise for.

the door to your room is left wide open as megumi fucks you hard— not that you’d notice, too focused on the way his brutal pace causes the straps of your dress to slide down even more, makes your juices splatter against the floorboards beneath your bodies dancing passionately in the mirror. you can’t help but wail at the sight, losing your mind and no longer caring about the ifs or buts of someone walking in— not when megumi makes you feel this good, fills you up with every part of him and bullies your sensitive insides despite how badly you need your next release.

“you’re so loud baby, it’s almost like you want someone to walk in— have your roommate see your pretty pussy while i fuck it in this dress,” comes megumi’s low, bristling gripe, making you choke his dick from dirty words. “that’s what you want, right? of course it is, i can feel how you clamp down on me, can even see it in the mirror, keep watchin’ that little princess cunt for me as i stretch you out, okay?”

“uhuh,” you say mindlessly, doing your best to keep watch even though your eyes keep crossing and the room is spinning with ecstasy. fushiguro grins, shifting to his knees and wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs to lift you up and down on his cock just by sheer strength. you feel his abs contract with every drop and lift, his dick hitting the spongy spot inside you that makes you drip more of your sweet nectar.

megumi hums, sweat lining his brow from exertion. “c’mon sweet girl, be my good girl and give me an answer,” his azure gaze hones in on your reflection, shining orbs mesmerised by the way your tits sway with his sinful combination of thrusting into you and controlling the bounce of your body. “you’re whining so loud, had so much to say over text, tell me.” you can’t answer him, too brainless and fucked out to form words, only jolting to life when megumi claps a hand down against your sensitive slit, pushing you closer to the edge. “do you wanna get caught, bein’ fucked like this, in your pretty dress?”

“y-yes!” you cry out, voice hoarse and pussy throbbing around megumi’s slick dick. your hips burn from thrusting down and holding back your orgasm, so you have no choice but to slump against your boyfriend’s chest and watch as he takes you in the mirror. “‘m tired gumi…”

“i know good girl, c’mere, wanna give you somethin’,” fushiguro lets your sore legs down gently until you’re both kneeling on the floor in front of the mirror, keeping his dick tucked way in your squishy insides. leaning in, his lips slot against yours gently— pulling you in for a tender kiss of swiping pink muscles and quiet moans, spit is swapped between you both, spreading the flavours of love across your tangled tongues and all the while manoeuvring you to lay on your back, let him take over and do all of the work.

then you look up at megumi, with teary eyes and mascara stained cheeks, a chin coated in your saliva and yet he can’t help but think of how gorgeous you look beneath him.

“you’re so fucking beautiful sweetheart, can’t take my eyes off of you,” he whispers against your swollen lips, adjusting his body so that it sits perfectly between your bruised thighs. gently, he nudges your head back towards the mirror here pressing a hand against the cool surface to stabilise himself. “keep your eyes on the mirror too, don’t forget,” he warns you huskily.

your boyfriend wastes no time from there, pumping himself back inside of you— not even giving you split second to breathe. your gaze wobbles but you can see the swell of his cock in your lower belly as he enters you. “megumi,” you pant and try to catch his attention, squirming your hips upwards as he bottoms out again and reach for his hips to tug you into him. “move, please.”

“told’ya not to look away,” grunting, megumi pulls back from you when he notices you searching his cobalt orbs for something. his shirt flies off while he moves from you— taking the material and using it to tie your wrists together, at the same time your boyfriend sets a slow stroke to his thrusts, nudging his length inch by inch through your raw cunt before pushing your head back to set your sights on the mirror. “you’re gonna be good, yeah? if not i’ll stop. watch how i fuck you sweet girl, make a mess of your princess parts.”

with his thumb digging into your cheek, you have no choice but to keep your eyes on the way fishiguro’s tummy contracts every time he thrusts into your plush cunt, his sensitive and bright red tip leaking his arousal against your ridges, fat droplets of precum only adding to your wetness the image has your tongue sliding out to wet your lips, damp walls clinging to every vein on megumi’s cock— drooling endless amounts just like your mouth, so much so that your nectar slides between your ass cheeks and pools in a puddle beneath your dress, on the floor.

megumi pounds you roughly, pelvis smooshed against your swollen clit as your knees knock his hips from the violent pace of his thrusts— hitting deep because of this new position, bullying your cervix, kissing it with his tip. you clench down and fushiguro loses his shit. “f-fuck you’re always so tight baby, could fuck this perfect pussy all day ‘n you’d still suck me in like this,” he chokes out and his hand slaps against the mirror to steady himself, torn between watching the reflection of your lewd, sweat licked face and watching it happen in real time.

“oh ‘gumi! o-only ever this tight for you, need y’ta fuck me open! c-can’t...can’t ever do it on my own!” you plead with bleary eyes, swallowing down his cock as it moulds your velvet walls into the shape of him— tip pressing against your g-spot.

wrists caged in, you wriggle desperately underneath megumi, who fucks you so hard that the mirror starts to shake above you and the floor becomes slippery from how wet your sexes are as they slot together perfectly. your boyfriend growls as he switches to grinding inside you, churning up your squishy insides before he grips your dress ( now bunched up around your middle ) and uses it to tug you back onto his pulsing dick.

megumi loses his mind, dick tucked away, nice in snug inside you, pulling your back and forth on it by the material of your dress—equally as soaked as your cunt as you struggle to take him at this brutal speed. your legs shake violently, threatening to close but your boyfriend refuses to let them, snapping his hips into you more harshly. “keep those legs open baby, nice and fucking spread for me angel, need you to see how good you take me in the mirror...s-such a good fucking girl,” he coos, stuttering as your pussy flutters around him at the affection. yet you still manage to do as you’re told. “good fucking girl, good fucking girl, wanna keep you spread like this, yeah? nice and wide so your roommate can see you creamin’ so good on this dick. my sweet girl—fuck! look at you!”

the sorcerer’s thrusts become erratic, losing their rhythm as you both grow closer and closer— the mirror is coated in condensation from your hot and passionate sex, bodies dancing with desire as you move with one another and chase release. your hips lift on their own accord, sucking down megumi and keeping him locked in your tight, sloppy cunt. “oh yes! g-gumi! right there, again! please!” you practically scream, eyes crossing lewdly, chest heaving and breasts bouncing as his tip locks onto your g-spot and never eases up. “‘hmygod’m gonna cum, gonna cum so hard!”

“gonna make you cum, make my sweet girl cum so hard, c’mon baby...c’mon baby...f-fuck, give it to me!” megumi chants over and over again, the words sliding over his saliva coated tongue as his hand slips down the mirror, leaving a clean trail through the condensation gathered on it. the dark haired male wraps an arm around your head, body hunched over yours completely even as he fucks you into the arousal covered creaking floorboards. your bare nipples rub against one another and you can feel his abs contacting against your soft tummy.

the hand latched onto the dress he uses to pull you down when he trusts drops between your bodies pressed incredibly close to one another before drawing heated shapes into your puffy and sticky clit— only sending pleasure shooting through your veins and shoving you over the edge, tumbling into your high. “cum f’me baby, cum f’me wanna feel you gush all for fucking me,” he moans pornographically into the sex tainted air, musky sent hanging heavily in it.

“gumi!” you squeal as you reach your toe curling orgasm, back arching high into the air while the knot in your lower tummy starts to unravel— your nails dig into your palms since you can’t grab anything else and you’re blinded by bright white and everything that is megumi fushiguro, waves of your juices splashing out of your poor cunt— so much so that the force pushes megumi out of your clenching hole— staining your dress and his half pulled down sweatpants.

“holy fucking shit—! f-fuck!” you’re still twitching and writhing as megumi stumbles into euphoria only seconds after you, taking hold of his cock after your cunt’s freed him and just barely jerking himself off over you before he’s spilling thick and heavy globs of white seed onto your soft tummy, painting your skin white as tiny droplets of his cum dribble onto your absolutely ruined dress. “f-fuck ‘hmygod baby, you’re so good, s-so fuckin’ good,” he simpers, collapsing on top of you and not caring if he’s smearing his cum against your bodies. “i love you s’much sweet girl, s’fucking much. you’re perfect,”

megumi adds, kissing all over your face and neck softly to help you cum down. “i-i love you too gumi,” you mumble warmly. “even though you’ve ruined my pretty dress!” you whine as he tugs it back down.

“i’ll buy you another, just shut up ‘n kiss me, okay?”

your boyfriend, fushiguro, stays a little longer to help clean you ( and the poor floor ) up, airing out the room and taking his time to wash his cum off of you and kiss over all of the marks head left against your body— never failing to tell you how perfect you are and how much he adores you. megumi leaves you with a lingering kiss while you change into your jammies— in a slight rush to get back to studying after you receive a text from nobara saying she’s on her way back with food ( only having left you alone in the dorm where you’d fucked megumi for almost an hour, to grab a nice dinner to finish off your girls day ).

you’re hanging up your dress, completely ruined by the time she gets in and then sink into bed as the ginger haired girl greets you— completely knackered from megumi’s rough, yet passionate sex.

“what’s up with the weird stain on your dress? didn’t you just get that today?” nobara asks you while you tuck into your shared meal, nodding her head to the article of clothing hanging up on the outside of your wardrobe.

you cringe at the stripe of megumi’s cum staining it. “o-oh! i didn’t notice that before! i’ll probably return it…” you say meekly and quickly stuff your mouth with a bite of your roommate’s food, making a mental note to ask megumi to get you two new dresses in exchange for ruining one.

[tteokdoroki]

SIT, PAW, BEND OVER. | K.BOKUTO.

OCT 15TH. KOUTAROU BOKUTO + DUMBIFICATION.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. when the volleyball off-season rolls around and things get a little lonely for bokuto, he adopts a precious husky hybrid to keep him company— however, you’re not as well behaved as he would like.

ৎ୭ wc. 4500.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, post-time skip!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem + husky hybrid!reader, owner!bokuto, size!kink, heavy!pet play, mentions of knotting, collars-leashes, spanking, degredation, brat-taming, cumplay, ruined orgasm, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. ree it’s friday again, hope you’ve all been safe this week ! here’s my third installment of kinktober and my first ever haikyuu fic :oo i hope i was able to do bokuto justice!! enjoy, feedback is always appreciated ! <3

ৎ୭ now playing. won’t bite - doja cat ft. smino.

koutarou bokuto had been lonely.

during the volleyball off-game season, he hadn’t much social interaction besides training with the team and the hook ups he’d had between his adoring fans and celebrities alike just weren’t doing it for him anymore.

most of his team spends this time with their family, flying back and forth across the globe to be with loved ones and worried mothers. sure, bokuto had his sisters— nagging him, making sure he’s keeping his health up along with the weekly zoom calls with his plethora of annoying teammates to make sure they’re not going insane but the MSBY player needed something more than friendly chats with people who already knew him.

in passing, over one of their group calls, hinata suggests a pet— but offers no solutions for when his taller, salt and pepper haired teammate has to travel for games again. atsumu proposes a more independent companion, one that can take care of themselves. like a hybrid.

and that very same day, koutarou ends up with you.

an over the top, bratty, conniving and dramatic husky hybrid— with pointed puppy dog ears and a bushy, black and white tail that wags a mile a minute, when you’re getting what you want. spoiled is what you are. that’s the only way he can put it...but being spoiled and treated like a princess is what you deserve— after all, he had adopted you from a hybrid pound that planned to ship you off to a breeding farm due to your bad behaviour and unwillingness to cooperate, in order to save you.

he wanted to give you a chance, provided you with a life of luxury, diamond collars... and whatever toys you wanted, you got them. no matter how much you snarled and caused chaos, no matter how irritated bokuto got with you— his patience outweighed any annoyance he had with your sour attitude and he still only wanted to give you the best life possible.

you were trouble but you deserved koutarou bokuto’s help.

however, there’s only so much patience a man can have with a badly behaved dog.

coming home to a torn up couch and stuffing thrown across bokuto’s lush penthouse was not ideal after a day of sponsorship meetings during his time off. with frames and expensive, rare volleyball merchandise shattered across his flooring, the wing spiker frowns— finding you baring your canine teeth, eyes narrowed as you growl at the hybrid sitter he’d left you with today. koutarou doesn’t ask why you’re acting so defensive, apologising to the poor kid who’d been looking after you while he was away for business and ushers them to the door with a wad of cash as a tip for their service before approaching you with two items that had your back up even more.

“must’ya always misbehave while i’m away?” bokuto tuts, amber glossed eyes darkening as if someone had blown out the candles of the sun. between his large fingers he toys with your collar and leash— the one you hate because it rubs when you’re taken out for walks.

gently approaching you and crouching by your side, he attempts to slide the pink patent leather around your neck but you show your teeth again, your gums peeking out to play as you upper lip curls into a snarl. “get that shit away from me,” your voice is low and menacing but it barely makes bokuto flinch, his usually soft face falling flat with disappointment. “fuck off.”

“yanno this foul attitude of yours is really startin’ to get on my nerves,” the spiker grunts, feeling the heat of your fury and breath fan over his face before yanking you by the shoulder until your head is bowed and easily slipping the collar round your neck— you whimper in shock, but koutarou doesn’t care, promptly clipping the leash onto the silver buckle pressing into your skin.”s’just not cutting it for me, pup.”

“don’t care.” you seethe despite the nervousness bokuto detects through your lashes when you look up at him with sparkly puppy eyes

usually he would have given up by now, let you go and forget about how badly behaved you were but this time, the famous volleyball player steels himself— yanking you by your leash as he heads towards the master bedroom, until you collapse on all fours, dragged along the floorboards with only your sweater to stop you from getting carpet burn. bokuto keeps walking, tugging against the resistance of his precious husky hybrid’s body until you start to crawl towards him, just like he wanted you to.

“well you fuckin’ should.” your owner warns you, sunshine smile returning to his face. if you squinted you could see the raging fury burning bright between the golden flecks of his eyes. bokuto shrugs when a low whine bounces in your throat, tugging you further into the bedroom without a care for you.

if you were going to misbehave, he’d have to teach you a lesson or two about discipline.

before you know it, your leash is looped around one of the bed posts tightly—so tight that if you dare to pull back, your collar would threaten to cut off your air supply and make your brain dizzier, emptier than it already was. you squirm, wiggle and try to get away from the clutches belonging to koutarou as he looms over you from behind, tearing through the fabrics of your luxury brand clothes he had been so kind to treat you with. although the temperature in the air conditioned bedroom is cold, your body burns brightly with increasing desire— only heightened by the way your owner begins to man handle you, pulling apart your thighs by the meat of them and pressing a heavy palm down on the curve of your back so your ass arches upwards for him.

“k-kou,” comes your quiet and hesitant voice, your fluffy tail slowing down its wag. “koutarou...w-what are you doin’?”

bokuto pushes your sweater up until it rests on your middle, having thrown away your boyshorts and panties in his haze earlier— now, he comes fixated on toying with your ass cheeks, spreading them and kneading them while he figures out the best way to torture you. “if you’re going to act like a dirty, ill-behaved mutt, then ‘m gonna have to treat you like one, right?” he hums, leaning up to press a kiss to the base of your spine, yellow-stone eyes watching as your ears twitch and shiver pulses down your body.

your hips jut backwards and blood begins rushing through your ears in anticipation of what koutarou might do to you. is this what he acted like when he lost his cool? when you tested his patience? “i-i’m sorry,” you begin to whine in doggie whistle tones, trying to tug free on your leash and avoid whatever punishment you have impending.

but bokuto isn’t having any of it, landing a hard spank on your ass which makes you yelp in surprise.

“no, i don't think you are. i bet’cha don’t even know why you’re in trouble right now, dumb dog.” his words are cool, they have bite to them as he covers your body with his—massaging the sore spot on your bottom from where he delivered your first spank. his statement is only solidified when you shake your head ‘no’, growing teary and shameful. “of course you don’t, you really are clueless, aren’t you pup?” you nod this time, weakly, as bokuto pulls your body back into his by tucking two fingers under the pink leather of your collar, snarling into your ear as he smacks you again. “s’fuckin’ stupid… but i guess since you’re being obedient right now, i’ll tell you how this is gonna work, okay?”

a small mewl leaves your lips in agreement, even as the spiker pinchess your bruising flesh, pain blossoming underneath it. “y’gonna get spanked, pup. s’what happens to bad little bitches like you who disappoint their owners,” bokuto explains, the way he treats you— as if you really are a stupid animal and not a hybrid— makes you tremble needily. “gonna spank you f’every item of mine that you broke back there, till you’re stupid ‘n dumb enough to take my cock, got it?”

bokuto finishes outlining your punishment with a firm clap of his calloused palm against your ass cheek again, entire body jolting from the force. “uhuh,” you say breathlessly.

“aren’t huskies supposed to be intelligent? i asked you to count, or do you need an explanation on how to do that too, sweetheart?’ koutarou growls, impatience bubbling over once again. “look, i don’t really wanna punish you pretty girl, but how else are ya s’pposed to learn? so jus’ count f’me, okay?”

“o-okay, kou,” you stutter, taking a deep breath and screwing your eyes shut as you prepare for impact. “o-one!”

true to his word, bokuto spanks you for every item in his penthouse you’d destroyed, every broken vase with a million yen price tag, every scratched chair and torn up pillow— you pay for every single thing with a weighty smack to your ass and a sweet cry torn from your throat as you claw at the sheets and tug back on your leash until its hard for you to breathe. between each one, the professional volleyball player rubs at the broken skin, coos soft words of how he ‘didn’t want to do this,’ and that ‘it hurts me more than it hurts you, pup,’ along with ‘this was the only way for bad dogs like you to learn,’ though you were starting to think he was punishing you for more than just the valuables that you’d broken.

maybe even for fun.

you’re a crumpled mess by the time he’s done with you, shaky at the knees with your ears pressed flat against your skull. you’ve lost count of how many hits your poor ass has taken, the skin surely broken and tender by now— but koutarou doesn’t seem to care, already taking a peek between your slicked up thighs and pushing away your wet, fluffy tail to take a wiff of your clearly aroused sex.

“fuck, what a dirty lil mutt you are,” koutarou moans from deep in his chest, large and rough hands pulling apart your ass cheeks to take a look at the strong strings of your wetness that somehow stay together. hybrids get wetter than the average human, something about the mix of animal DNA and instinct with that of a person’s meant that your bodies instantly prepared for pregnancy and conceiving whenever sex begun to hang heavy in the air. “so fuckin’ wet and for what? a couple of spanks gets this naughty puppy that turned on?”

your leaking hole doesn’t stop the spiker from spitting into it, watching the trail of bubbly white mingle with your juices and slide down your puffy folds. he doesn’t bother to catch the cream that oozes from the sex, using it as another excuse to let his hand come down hard against your bare ass— leaving you howling into the imported sheets, saliva pooling on your tongue as your gaze clouds over.

though flat and pressed against your sweaty forehead, you pointy puppy dog ears pick up on the clink of bokuto’s belt before he tears through his buttons and the anticipation kills you from the inside out. a yearning to be fucked floods you like poison in your veins, curling around red blood cells and only serving to lure you into the trap that is your owner. your hips throw back into the cool air of the bedroom, though your body is on fire, desperate to be mated as your animalistic instincts and tendencies take over your brain— like boukuto’s a blissful inferno consuming all the cells in your mind.

tail swishing and cunt dripping, you push your ass further into the air, pulling a mean chuckle from koutarou’s lips as he fists his cock to the sight of you throwing it back for him. “look at this. you’re such a fuckin’ slutpup. so nasty, so wet all f’this fuckin’ cock, yeah? yeah?” bokuto sneers just like you’d done earlier, running a thumb over his seedy tip and swiping up the precum that leaks there— he pushes his soiled thumb into your swelling clit, pushing the nub around in circles to prep you before the fat shaft of his dick glides through your sopping pussy lips. “why does gettin’ in trouble make you act like such a needy little bitch in heat?”

“‘m sorry! k-kou, ‘m sorry!” you cry out through teary eyes and dried lips, puckered hole clenching around nothing, leaking even more cloudy strings of arousal than before. you’re not even sure what you’re apologising for, the only thing on your mind being filled with bokuto’s cock as he grinds himself into your sex— dribbling his pre all over you as if to scent your mound.

“greedy bitch.” the salt and pepper haired man laughs huskily, the sound shooting straight to your heat. “gonna fuck this puppycunt now, teach it a lesson since y’just love to act up,” he adds, not even giving you a moment to brace yourself before his length shoves its way into your ill-prepared and unused hole, large and practiced hands pulling your hips up until you’re full to the brim and your eyes are rocketing to the back of your skull. “so fucking tight baby, so f-fucking tight.”

your pussy flutters at just the feeling of being so full, ecstasy tingling at every pulse point along your sticky walls and you shove your hand beneath your body just try and make it stop because bokuto’s barely moved and you’re already so overwhelmed. a low whine trembles in your chest while the pair of you are still, getting used to being connected like this— sweat mingling between your bodies. you feel so full, stretched around his big cock with barely any space for him to move— it almost gives you the illusion of being knotted, your puppy pussy accommodating to his size with a delightful pain teasing your squishy insides.

your head empties of every good thought you’ve ever had, flooded with images and senses and touches all relating back to koutarou as he pulls his hips back— tugging his cock out of your snug and selfish walls with shaky breath and a dainty groan lying on his tongue. “listen to that,” he coos raspily, pads of his fingers sinking into your hips sure to leave loving bruises underneath your skin in their wake. your sex squelches as he withdraws from you, and your ears fall back in embarrasment once again— knowing it’s because of how messy and wet your cunt is. “you sound so dirty baby, all this over being punished...bet you’re not even feeling guilty anymore…s’more like a little reward for you, getting to be dumbed down like the dog you are and full of my dick.”

bokuto leans over you, washboard abs and beefy chest pressing against your clothed back, forcing your body down into the mattress. his hand curls around your face, squishing your pudgy cheeks together. “y’such a lucky thing, baby.” he whispers to you, snapping his hips forward until his balls slap against your clit even as you cup your spasming sex— sending your eyes rolling and causing your mouth to let out the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard.

and you are, you’re so fucking lucky that he picked you up from the pound before someone else could— because if he hadn’t you’d never have been given the chance to feel dick like this, to have it press up against your womb and bully your insides until they give into him. bokuto builds up a steady rhythm, grabbing your leash from the bedpost and wrapping it tight around his wrist, tighter than how your walls wrap around him and choke the dear life out of his red pulsing cock. there’s so much power between each canter of his hips into yours that your body flies up the bed, you’re clawing at anything to keep you down— pillows and sheets to stay in place.

“k-kou, kou! f-feels s’good—ah!” you chant along to the rhythmitc sound of skin slapping on skin, the creaking bed and the frame hitting hard against the wall as bokuto fucks you— taking you on a ride along hell’s highway. you want so, so much more, to be pinned down on bokuto’s dick for the rest of your life— your tail swishing eagerly at every push and pull of his fat cockhead into your sweet pots that make your eyes cross and your tongue loll out of your mouth like you’re a slobbering pup. you can’t help it either, when your fingers, tinier than his own, draw shapes into your clit. “oh please!” you slobber over his digits as they grip your face, whining like a puppy left without attention.

“look at you drooling like a fuckin’ mess baby, almost as messy as your puppy cunt down here. y’look so fuckin’ stupid, so cute like a little slut on my cock,” bokuto growls breathless, shoving his fingers in your wet mouth and pressing down on your tongue— not caring that your canine teeth nip his knuckles. you hump the bed, loving how pleasure never leaves you— when bokuto withdraws from you, the kiss is replaced by bumping your clit against the lads of your fingers. your rocking rhythm is quickly picked up by him quickly, reaching between your bodies to yank away your hand. “so selfish for such a dumb mutt, gettin’ yourself off even while i make you feel good. how selfish,”

you whimper in fear, thighs trembling but bokuto does wonders smacking the dull tip of his dick against your g-spot. “i-i’m...i’m sorry! i jus—!” you babble brainlessly with no idea of what you’re going to say next— too fucked out, to weak to stay up by yourself, train of thought cut off by your owner tugging hard on your darling puppy tail.

koutarou looms over you, practically crushing you with his weight and fucking your sweet pussy into the bed, the frame shaking from the weight he puts behind each thrust— forcing your sensitive bud to grind against the cotton sheets, stimulating you even further. the hold he has on your leash pulls you back into his chest as he ploughs his fat dick into your cunt, taking out his anger on you. “y’such a disobedient mutt,” he growls harshly, words ringing through your empty head. “i fuckin’ saved you, the least you could do is let me fuck you right. god, you’re so selfish, this puppy cunt clamping down on me to keep me in too— i really gotta teach you a lesson, horny little bitch.”

he reaches down, grabbing your tail once again and stroking the soft fur until your ass quivers and your pussy locks around his cock. your brain is fuzzy, like cotton has been stuffed into your ears and the only thing you can actually hear is bokuto’s heavy pants as he grinds his dick against your gummy, soaked walls— bathing him in your nectar. every time he tugs on your tail you get wetter and wetter, making it easier for the spiker to glide through your clamping cunt.

“oh? you like that? filthy, practically dripping every time i touch you here. nasty little puppy.”

you keen into every touch, letting bokuto pull your ears back until you arch beneath him— rubbing at the floppy appendages until every neuron in your brain shuts down from how sensitive they are, pulling more wet cries from your shaking body. you can’t think, you can’t breathe beneath the spiker’s muscle and his weight, heavy hips rocking into your ass and clapping creamily between you. your brain feels fuzzy, eyes grow hazy— body sleepily collapsing against the linen brushing up against your pebbled nipples and letting koutarou have his way with you.

he hits so good, so deep— sending your world into spinning and blurry chaos until the only thing you can see clearly is him. “k-kou—hnngh! s-so big! s-so—!” you squeal as he palms your ears, tugs your tail and jams his dick up against the squishy spot that makes you see stars.

“s-so, s-so...so what? speak, mutt.” koutarou grunts out, freeing your bruised hip momentarily to run his fingers through sweaty salt and pepper locks, raw bottom lip caught between his teeth as he pulls back to watch his cock slide in and out of your precious, viscous honeyed puppy cunt. “fuckin’ hell... y’so fuckin’ stupid for this cock aren’t you? you don’t even know how to speak right. yanno, you really are such a dumb, fucking dog.” the volleyball player adds, his last three harsh words punctuated by powerful lunges of his hips into your squelching sex— bruising up your cervix, tainting the entrance of your womb with never ending spirts of his clear precum.

whistle tone whines of yours fall into the chorus of your joined bodies, the slip and slide of your sexes slotted against one another in perfect harmony— the pleasure is out of this world and you barely have enough brain function to register it, crying too much, leaking all over the place from your poor puppy pussy and from your open mouth. bokuto pulls tight on your leash until your head tips back, ears brushing against your spine as he bends you enough to spit into your mouth, groaning when you catch his gift on your tongue and run the pink muscle over your canine teeth in satisfaction.

“i-i’m—‘m not dumb!” you heave hoarsely between bokuto’s ravaging thrusts, breasts bouncing, tail thumping against his pelvis as he fucks you. “am not!”

golden eyes hone in on you, blazing with lust and amusement before your head is forced into the pillows— held down by koutarou’s hand that holds your leash tight enough to the point where you lose air. he used this position as leverage to plough into your oozing hole with slow strokes, making you howl into the cotton. “you’re not, huh? not a stupid little fuckmutt?” he laughs coldly and incredulously, despite the heat of his body even as his teeth latch onto your shoulder, writing degrading words against your skin in the form of blossoming love bites. “ain’t that why y’tearin’ up on my cock, misbehavin’ f’my attention?”

“n-no!” you sob at the mixture of pain and delight, shaking your head even though your body says yes— especially with the way your pussy clamps down, making koutarou’s hips stutter at the sudden lock down on his veiny cock. you’re practically seated on the edge of euphoria now, humping back on him like a bitch in heat, waiting to be filled with cum and to tumble over the peak of your high, crashing into the waves of desire below.

“fuckin’ attention whore,” the spiker nutters under his breath, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he reaches between your joined bodies, underneath your wagging tail— never slowing down— to deliver a spank to your raw and abused cunt, living for the way your entire body spasms beneath him and your back brushes up against his hard nipples. “i’ve spoiled you too much, pupslut, gotta learn your lesson now,”

you don’t quite know what he means, the sound of bokuto’s ragged breathing as he fucks into you at a faster pace distracting your empty, air filled mind. you’re powerless to how he uses you, overwhelmed by his size as he drags you by the collar and leash to your orgasm. “‘m gonna cum kou! g’na cum so hard, p-please! please!” you beg for whatever comes to mind, but what can come to mind when your tiny pussy is stretched over a strong girth of koutarou’s size? “p-pups!” you say, babbling brainlessly, clawing at the pillows as the knot in your tummy comes close to snapping. “c-cum inside me kou, make me cum— gimme your pups please! n-need it! need you!”

you’re almost there, already tasting the sweet fruits of eve’s garden while your tail wags faster and faster at the thought of cumming— when it’s suddenly all pulled away from you.

“i don’t fuckin’ think so.”

koutarou rips his cock from the warmth of your cluttering cunt, a weak cry falling from your lips when he takes you by your pink leather leash and yanks your shaky body to the floor in front of his bed. your owner forces you onto your knees, your pointed husky ears flat against your head as he looms above you.

“t-this— fuckin’ hell— this is what happens when you act like a bad dog,” he stutters breathily and you can’t help the eager simper bubbling in the base of your throat despite your orgasm being torn away from you, since you get a front row seat to koutarou bokuto fisting his weighty girth above your face. milky threads of precum drip onto your tear stained and puffy cheeks, his balls against your chin as he ruts into you— forcing you to suck on meat of them while he jerks off above you. “you don’t get to cum, only i get to fucking cum. got that?”

you don’t have time to respond or nod, for fat globs of white pour from koutarou’s angry red tip, dribbling down the length of his shaft and pooling over your eyes and pretty face— making a mess of you like you did of his apartment. the throaty groan your owner lets out is enough to send you spiralling as he blows his load over your skin, still jerking his cock, filling the air with lewd fapping noises. there’s enough of his seed to hit the floor with a crude slap— some of it even splashing back onto your body or landing between your puppy dog ears.

still twitching with the after shocks of his high, koutarou looks down at you— pulling your head up to meet his amber gaze by your leash. “now, y’gonna lick all this fucking cum from the floor, clean it up like the dirty, bad dog you are…” he leans down close so that you can feel the heat of his breath on your cum stained cheeks. “then, you’re gonna roll over...nah, you’re gonna bend over, ‘n let me fuck that puppy cunt of yours again. but this time, you’ll behave.”

and you do.

you do as he says, cleaning up bokuto’s cock and the floor before he plunges himself back inside of your welcoming walls— fucking you hard until all you see is stars and you’re begging him to stop unleashing load after load of cum into your drooling slit. your ravaged and sore pussy leaks you with every thrust, eyes crossed and tail no longer wagging.

by the end of the night, you’re a drooling mess and koutarou bokuto’s good, obedient little husky hybrid... who’s managed to learn some wonderful new tricks.

[tteokdoroki]

DUDE, YOUR SISTER’S HOT. | E.KIRISHIMA.

OCT 8TH. EIJIROU KIRISHIMA + OVERSTIMULATION. 

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. kirishima hates the way his friends talk about his step-sister— he knows that you’re hot, knows that you’re filthy, but only he gets to see the dirty sides of you and his friends will just have to sit this one out.

ৎ୭ wc. 4174.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, dark content, college!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem + switch!reader, step brother!kirishima, humiliation!kink, slight!impact play, consensual non-consent, step-cest, overstimulation, dom-sub relationships, handjobs, forced orgasm, tummy bulges, voyeurism, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. happy friday everyone, i hope you had a great week! welcome to my second kinktober installment! this time ‘m providing some good ol eijirou content and i love the dialogue in this, enjoy my loves!

ৎ୭ now playing. naked - doja cat.

in the last of the september heat, bleeding into the october months— the aircon in sero’s car does nothing to combat the heavy humid air outside. kirishima wipes his brow, barely suppressing giggles as he listens along to one of bakugou’s stories from their trip to the mall, something about denki fucking up his flirting with the girl from the smoothie bar— the entire plot’s barely heard over the boys’ obnoxious laugher and the running of the engine as sero keeps them parked in the driveway to the red head’s house.

“it’s not like you’re any better kacchan,” the electric blonde cries, tired from catching heat from his friends— being the one they point at for shits and giggles. kaminari accusingly points his fingers to his explosive companion buckled in, to his right, bakugou having stopped slurping on his smoothie, straw caught between his pointed teeth.

the ashier blonde raises a brow, the other boys in the front seats going silent. “hah? whatcha talkin’ about shitstick?” bakugou growls, turning his nose up.

“you couldn’t even tell that the goth kid, yanno izuku? was practically drooling over you at the checkout in hot topic— you two have been going at it for months!” kaminari snaps back, flinching away when bakugou threatens to throw his hands around the latter’s neck. the car erupts into body-shaking laughter once more, the jeep belonging to sero, rattling from how rowdy it gets.

however it quietens down considerably when the man in question lets out a low whistle. the boys all turn their heads to get a glimpse at what the hanta had been catcalling; kirishima included. in that moment, you could have compared the four of them to dogs after water on a hot day— four sets of eyes bulging out of skulls at the sight of you walking over the driveway with your step-dad’s dog on a tight leash. in the heat of the sun blaring above, kirishima can’t help but notice how you’ve stripped down to basically nothing— breasts spilling over your tight pink tank top and shorts cut so high that your fleshy cheeks peek out of the bottom of the fabric with every step you take. your skin shines like rare diamonds and gems in the sunlight— glowing from it’s golden rays with gentle perspiration.

you’re his step-sister, a walking fucking sin, and eijirou kirishima can’t tell if that makes you angel from up above or an succubus right from down below.

“hi miss yn,” the squad of boys call in chorus, sleazy gazes darting over your form as you head up to the front door in a light jog to keep up with your kirishima’s dad’s pup. it’s a tiny thing that’s faster than it looks, barking like nobody’s business to get inside for some cool shade.

you pass the car, only turning back to wink at your step-brother’s little friends— deciding to play into their antics as you bite your glossed lip between your teeth, waving back at them while you unlock the door for the dog. “hiya boys,” you coo almost sickly sweetly, batting your eyelashes as the pack of boys stare at you with puppy love struck eyes. “been good today? looked after my eiji for me?”

“yes ma’am!” denki shouts from his seat, although he’s half out of the window—chest heaving and dick pulsing from just how fucking sweet you are. once he slips back inside, he turns to kirishima in the front seat. “god, i know i say this every time we swing round but...dude, your sister’s hot.”

the heavy emphasis on hot makes the red head groan, turning back into his seat with flushed skin and his lip between his pointed teeth. it’s not that kirishima didn’t know you were hot, god only knew how hard he tried to put up with your heavenly level of attractiveness everyday— no, it’s just that your family relationship made things complicated. you were everything a guy could want in a girl, good with parents, good grades in your senior year at college and even better career prospects, not to mention your looks crafted by the gods. you were exactly kirishima’s type, the only thing stopping him from going after you was the dinner your mother hosted one friday night— announcing her engagement to his dad.

becoming your little step-brother only meant you were off limits to kirishima. he could only watch you from afar, think about you in his dreams— whisper your name into freshly washed sheets from your mom every time he fucked his cock the memory of your breasts squished together while you leaned over the table at dinner.

it was living hell for eijirou.

“fuck…” bakugou swears hoarsely, watching the curve of your ass intently as you reach down to pick up your step-dad’s excited puppy— pulling poor eijirou from his train of thought. “yanno, if that was my sister she’d never fucking get off my cock. dunno how you haven’t fucked her yet.”

instantly, the blushing redhead turns around, eyes flaming as bright as his cheeks as he chucks a bunch of napkins from the glove compartment at his friend. “shut up, she’ll hear you,” kirishima whines through the horny hoots of his friendship group, desperately trying to shut them up. “she’s not even my real sister, she’s my step-sister! m-my dad married her mom! t-there’s a difference! so stop making it weird!” he cries out.

sero speaks next, eyes hooded and sleazy as he watches you too. “that’s even better buddy! it’d totally be less weird if you’d stuck it up her ass then…” he pauses, taking his sunglasses between his teeth as if he’s imaging bending you over and fucking you hard. “you think she’d like that man? let me put it up her juicy, fat ass? good god.” the car erupts with howling and barking noises— four horny basterds thinking of all the ways to ruin kirishima’s older step sister.

“guys!” eijirou begs, pleads whatever upper power there is that you don’t hear how his friends talk about you, shame burning beneath his skin. “shut the fuck up, that’s my step-sister! you’re being fucking weird, immature even.”

kaminari cuts in next. “ah, ah ahhh— step sister, remember? you’re not even blood related!” he leans forward to jab a finger between kirishima’s eyes. “so you can’t get mad at me for wanting to fuck yn like the dirty slut i know she is—“

hands slam down harshly on the dashboard, making all three of kirishima’s friends jump and pull their eyes away from your bouncing breasts and the soft globes of your bottom. “stop it,” he scolds, red eyes glaring at the three other pairs. “you guys are bein’ fucking disgusting. yn is my step-fucking-sister, some chick living in my house ‘cause my dad married her mom. she’s not even hot, she’s probably more annoying that she is attractive. i’ll never see her that way. so just shut up!” eijirou finishes with a curse, jumping out of the car without another word and storming into the house after you— knowing his friends would follow.

he’d rendered them silent for the time being, without a clue that you’d been listening in— which would only make poor eijirou kirishima wish you hadn’t.

kirishima feels his back hit the fridge door before he sees you coming— a shocked whimper laying flat on the seam of his lips.

sero, bakugou and kaminari had long snuck upstairs, apologising to their friend by letting him pick whatever stupid game he wanted to play on the switch next. he’d only headed downstairs to grab a couple snacks for the rowdy bunch thudding around in his room when you’d cornered kirishima in the kitchen— ready to teach him a lesson.

“oh? so all of this finds me annoying, right?” your eyes are menacing, holding a darker form of lust than the redhead is usual as your smaller-than-his hands force their way down eijirou’s loose fitting basketball shorts. you grip the base of his hardening cock, squeezing it tight to make your poor step-brother choke on a moan. “i’m just your step sister, eiji? how disappointing.”

soft fingers slide up and down eijirou’s fat girth—pressing on the sensitive forked vein on his underside in a way that makes him shudder, tip already leaking an embarrassing amount for someone who’s only just been touched. “t-thats not true, i only want you, always want you—fuck, yn wait...” he whimpers, ruby gem eyes locked away as he hisses through sharp gritted teeth. but there was truth to his words, the only person he’d ever craved like this, with the insatiable burning deep in his chest— pumping diaphragm sending smoke up into his lungs— was you. ever since you’d caught kirishima jerking off to the lewd pictures he’d sneakily taken of you over the summer break— the ones he’d zoomed in and screenshot from your snap stories and instagram— you’d made it a silent rule that you were the only one allowed to see him like that.

touch him like that.

it didn’t matter who he was dating, what girl he’d brought back from college for family holidays.

eijirou kirishima would end up with his back against your sheets, your hand on his cock with the words ‘this has to stop, sis,’ moaned out into the night air.

“oh eiji, my precious little brother...almost forgot how nasty you are,” you coo all but gently, your tone is sinister and laced with feral desire. your thumb digs into your step-brother’s tip to spread his arousal over his bright and angry red tip, other hand tugging his shorts down so his dick can slap freely against his toned stomach— standing at full attention. eijirou throbs with need, cock angry and aroused and begging for more of your touch as you spit down on him— using your soft palm to coat his length in a slutty mixture of spit and pre. “y’cock’s so hard, is this really all for your big sister?”

he feels pathetic when you call him that. your little brother. made to feel small even though he towers over you— sweaty mop of dyed red hair and black roots lazily dropping to your neck as you jerk him off, the sticky of his own dick sounds rattling off kitchen counters and causing his libido to bubble brightly in his lower stomach.

“s-step-sister! you’re my step-sister,”

your eyes roll before growing hooded, pushing kirishima further up against the fridge and squeezing the base of his dick as his own arousal drips down to his heavy bores—sore with cum. “isn’t that better though? makes you a little less nasty for you letting me play with you like this baby brother,” your voice lowers, fogging up your step brother’s brain, sending crackles of pleasure across it. “you should be ashamed.”

of course he is, eyes stinging with embarrassed tears and cheeks as red as his hair— a needy sob leaves kirishima, his hips bucking into your soft palm as it brushes against the bold and blue vein throbbing on his cock. “please, please s-stop…” eijirou hiccups, chest burning with a new wave of tears. “f-fuck! you feel so fucking good.”

liking his reaction, you pull eijirou back by the thick roots of his hair and slot your lips against his. they’re a perfect fit no matter how bad this is, how wrong this is. but he’s addicted to you, gets the same high from you as anyone would an illegal drug— his body goes slack when he has you in high dosages and even the taste of you controls every waking moment of kirishima’s life and he needs you just to get by and function.

fucking you takes the edge off, fucking his step-sister is his fix even if he does jail time in eternal lust.

your tongue slides over eijirou’s, your saliva pooling into his mouth to the point where the room spins and only makes his mouth heavier, jaw weak as he moans heartily into your mouth— sucking on the pink muscle just to take back some control while your hand makes the trek down to play with his swollen balls. “why eiji? don’t you wanna cum f’me?” you whisper against his lips, they’re puffy from your kiss and connected to you by a string of spit. “or is it too embarrassing for you to admit that your friends were right? bakugou said i’d make a good fuck, kami said i was a slut. and look at you, fucking my fist like a wet dog in rut. am i good, eiji?” your words are cruel but your head is cocked up at him innocently, like you don’t know just how much yearning he has for you in his bloodstream.

“y-you’re not a slut! you’re mine—fuck,” the redhead blubbers, lips in a pout, cock aching from your sweltering touch. “i’ve only ever wanted you, that’s why i only ever let you...shit s-sis...let you touch me,” his hips jut forward into your cushiony hand, by now— soaked in all of milky precum, helping you guide your fist up and down his shaft. “but please yn… i can’t...we can’t. i need more of you,”

the low buzz of the cool fridge against kirishima’s temperate back does nothing to cover the wet squelch of his blistering tip through your closed fist, his ruby eyes fluttering shut, his breath stuttered, condensed against your skin. “you’re so fucking nasty eijirou. disgusting, even,” you mewl, sickly sweet like glacé cherries, but that doesn’t stop the shivers of ecstasy wracking his hench body. “oh little brother, you wanna fuck me so fucking badly and you don’t want your friends to know but you’re moaning so loud, maybe they can hear you. bet you want them to hear you.”

your words are like silk, slipping through his soul, soft and enticing— stuffing his ears to the point where all he can hear is you and how dirty you're being instead of the thumping of his friends upstairs— messing about in his room. kirishima wills his body to go rigid but he can’t stop his hips as they drive forward, face stained red from your tourment. he shakes his head in last minute desperation to get you to stop, even if his shaking legs gave away how turned on the redhead was but the way your thumb rubs through his slit, only making his cock drip more and tummy fill with butterflies.

he knows exactly what you’re doing, pushing at his sensitive limits. “i can't cum yet, don’t wanna cum yet, wanna be inside you,” kirishima babbles, feeling as if he had been taken above the clouds where oxygen was low and he was forced to breathe in everything that was you— crimson orbs dilated with lust as he stares down at you tugging on his cock.

“you know eiji, i really don’t care,” you drawl, mouth dropping open to follow his as he moans from deep in his chest. “filthy boys, don’t get to cum in my pussy. especially not my dirty baby step-brother, you don’t even deserve it.”

kirishima shudders, your mean words shooting straight to his dick, face lined with sweat and pleading for you to stop. “‘m not close, ‘m not please just lemme get close,”

“cum.”

no matter how much eijirou pleads, his body manipulated to only follow your touch, gives into your command. a broken cry catches in the ridges in his throat, suffocating him from the inside out. kirishima’s dick dribbles pathetically, a tiny stream of white seed coating the warmth of your hand, it’s barely enough to call an orgasm and the signt makes you laugh cruelly— only embarrassing your step-brother further.

“there’s barely anything there eiji, y’got such a big cock and gave me so little cum,” you tease viciously, giving his length a harsh squeeze as he sobs, letting him go only to yank down your shorts and tug your underwear to the side. the scent of your cunt, how wet you are makes the boy groan in frustration. “how pathetic little brother. think i’m gonna tell your friends how bad of a fuck you are to your step-sister. better make it up to me when you get inside me.”

the boy is barely breathing when you hike your thigh up against his hip, pushing his larger frame back forcefully. kirishima’s entire body shudders as his length brushes through your gooey folds, dousing him with your arousal as if it’s holy water and he needs to repent for committing a sin against whatever higher power there is. there’s no way you can be an angel when your wings and eyes are blackened with animalistic and malignant craving to ruin him and your touch is as hot as the hell beneath your feet— especially when he finally sinks into your plush, enticing and drenched hole, sucking him in selfishly, clinging onto him as if you’re the only one he’s allowed to be inside.

his tip, bleeding with excessive amounts of milky precum jabs against your gummy, ribbed walls— making you hiss in ecstasy, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as kirishima’s sheer size stretches you open just as deliciously as it always does. watching the lust transform your face is almost enough to send your step-brother over the edge, he’s too sensitive and knows he won’t last long— clinging onto his sanity and holding off his orgasm just for you.

“can feel you throbbing inside me ei, at this rate you’re so close to losin’ your shit you might not even be able to make me cum,” you mock him through pouted lips, pushing yourself down on his dick until your swollen clit is pressed up against kirishima’s pelvis. you moan quietly, sound vibrating in your throat as the feeling of your clit grinding against his skin and your step-brother filling you up to the brim— makes you clench down hard. “g-god, can’t you do anything right?”

you’re breathless, grinding down on his fat dick, your viscous juices making it easier for you to slide up and down and set a satisfying pace— the skin of your joined, sweat sheen bodies slapping against each other and echoing through the kitchen. kirishima’s hands fall to your hips as he pushes through your puffy folds, revelling in how tight you hug him and speeding up the rhythm you’ve already set. crimson eyes, sparkling with a need to fuck you, drop down to where your sexes meet and the boy goes slack mouthed— never getting used to the way your pussy looks stretched on his cock.

you’re torturing him, with every slow flutter of your juicy cunt around his aching dick, every lip bite and wet kiss you press to his sore ruby lips— you both know kirishima can’t hold on anymore. the fridge behind you thumps against the wall, louder and louder the faster you snap your hips down on your little brother to make him cry— saltine tears stinging tracks down the apples of his rose tinted cheeks. weakly, eijirou finds it in him to push back on your thrusts, meeting you halfway and plugging you full of his veiny dick.

it’s a miserable attempt to make you feel as good as you do to him, choked and stuttered grips laying on the seams of his lips as kirishima’s hips canter forward, churning up your insides due to his size alone. his thick fingers slide between your parted thighs, rubbing lazy shapes and circles onto your pleasure nub while cries of your name become intertwined with the loud squelching of your sopping, blazen core. there’s pride in his chest, heart fluttering when your head tips back and you lament in bliss— each swipe at your clit sending ripples of pleasure through your body, hitting high heaven as your legs tremble.

but in the next stroke, kirishima misses your clit again, too busy latching onto the junction between your shoulder and your neck with sharp teeth to pacify himself—groaning into your salt licked skin as he works love bites into the area. “y-you’re so stupid,” you huff in exertion, working your hips in circular motions as kirishima dribbles against your ribbed walls, activating your pleasure centres. “look so stupid f’trying to make me cum ‘n you can’t even touch my clit right, f-fuck!”

your mean words shoot straight to his dick pulsing eagerly inside the warmth of your spongy walls, eijirou’s hips angled upwards to prod against your g-spot when flicking at your clit doesn’t work. they perfectly cover the way his indecent burning touch against your bouncing breasts and hardened nipples make you go insane. he smears precum against you, making your sexes wet and slippery as you slide together in a sweaty mess of limbs, fucking loudly in the kitchen while your step-brother’s friends roundhouse a few floors above.

“i-i’m—‘m sorry!” kirishima whimpers, large hands brushing your waist every time you pull away, never letting his cock leave the safety of your aching pussy— eyes fluttering shut.

your hand connects with eijirou’s tear stained cheeks, snapping his eyes wide open, pupils blown out to watch you. “are you really? put on such a big show for your friends,” you sigh, squeezing the life out of him, essence dripping down his balls while strings of it hit the floor from the force of the redhead’s cantering hips. “y’act like you’re too good to fuck me, when you’re not even worth fuckin’ to begin with. so… so fucking undeserving of such a big c-cock, ‘specially when you’ve barely got any cum in there for me—oh fuck!”

your eyes roll back in your skull when kirishima hits deep and then you’re pinning him back to the fridge, the magnets your parents own scratching his back— pain prickling under his skin in the best of ways as your nails dig into his arms. you grunt words of ‘just like that,’ ‘maybe you are good for somethin’,’ and ‘do that again,’ as you fuck yourself down on your step-brother’s cock— reaching the seventh heaven in when he jams up against your gooey pleasure spot over and over. you clamp down every time, milking him with your hole right around his fiery tip when kirishima pulls his dick back during one stroke of his hips.

his body is wracked with the shakes, a gluttoral beef bouncing between you as he takes you both to your highs, sloppily fumbling with your clit— hips stroking into you slowly and deeply, kissing your cervix. together you both tumble into your orgasms— essences gushing and spilling over you both, your arousal splashing against kirishima’s tummy as you finally cum and let go of all that you’ve been holding back.

“oh shit, ohmygod—yn please, cum f’me, please!” kirishima whines brokenly, grabbing at any skin of yours he can— your doughy thighs and soft breasts— anything, to coax you a few steps closer to cumming.

prompted by your juicy, fluttering cunt— kirishima follows suit, dribbles of his seed spilling into your core and lining your insides with hot, thick opaque spurts of white— you cream around his base, rings of your mixed arousals drenching the redhead in new shades of orgasm as he barely fills you up— shaking and shuddering from his half formed high. seed seeps down your inner thigh, when you pull out, barely giving kirishima time to come down. his head is dizzy with that post orgasmic haze and lust, mop of his soft locks collapsing against your shoulder as he continues to cum and twitch against you.

you push him back by the roots of his hair, tutting at your step brother in disappointment. “you barely gave me enough cum to breed me, eiji, i can’t believe my step-brother is this pathetic,” you spit with false sympathy, letting him go to pull your panties back on and tuck eijirou back into his shorts. “good thing i don’t need my fucktoys to actually cum.”

you don’t waste a second longer after that, peeling away from kirishima and finally freeing him from your clutches— sending him back upstairs to his group of stupid, horny friends, not giving him the time of day.

kirishima’s face burns with humiliation, the heat of it spreading right up to the tips of his ears as he heads for the staircase— forgetting the reason he even came down as he searches his scrambled sex-crazed brain for an excuse for why he’d been gone for so long.

except, he doesn’t make it back to his room— for kaminari, sero and bakugou have gathered on the stairs. their faces are pulled into knowing expressions, having heard more than a fraction of your antics with kirishima in the kitchen...only embarrassing their red headed friend even further.

“h-how much of that did you hear?” kirishima says, swallowing the shame-filled nerves in his throat thickly.

“enough,” kaminari pipes up once again, a smirk gracing his lips. “i’ve said it before and especially after that, i’ll say it again. dude, your sister’s fucking hot.”

[tteokdoroki]

THE FUTURE WE PLANNED. | I.MIDORIYA.

OCT 1ST. IZUKU MIDORIYA + BREEDING.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. after years of hiding in the shadows and being on the run, our beloved vigilante izuku midoriya returns to his girlfriend’s home to help you build the family you’ve always dreamed of.

ৎ୭ wc. 6100.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, dark content, vigilante!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem!reader, yandere!deku, breeding!kink, pregnancy!kink, slight!manipulation, non-con to dub-con, somnophilia, cheating, lingerie, breathplay, tummy bulges, tentacles, deep throating, double penetration, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. waaa kicking off kinktober day one with this hefty boy ! i’m super excited to take part this year and i hope you’re excited to join me for the rest of kinktober too! i adore writing deku so this was fun!! i love you lots, please enjoy <3

ৎ୭ now playing. love to dream - doja cat.

the two of you were meant to be forever.

at least that’s what izuku believed. you and izuku and intertwined fingers underneath fairy lights, stolen kisses placed in his favourite spot under your ear or to the corner of your mouth as you talked futures and heroes and the lives you wanted after graduating from U.A. back then, your classmates and friends alike had always called you soulmates—as if it were written in the stars that you were meant to be together until mother earth breathed her last breath. and so, you would ask izuku with eyes as bright as twinkling stars, hope laced into their individual flecks, if he believed in soulmates too.

he regrets it now, the past thoughts and memories weighing heavy on his mind and his heart—the logical ramblings that he’d fill your pretty little head with, ‘soulmates don’t exist, my petal, don’t be silly,’. he shouldn’t have said them.

izuku should have told you that he loved you instead.

that he believed with every fibre of his being that the gods themselves had created him to love you.

because maybe then, maybe after he left U.A and his hero dreams behind in order to protect the people he loved—you would have stayed. izuku understands that he’d been gone too long for you to keep waiting on him, he doesn't blame you either, since all the young hero had left you with at the time was a half written letter breaking your heart into a million pieces. he was leaving U.A and that meant that he was leaving you too. deku likes to think you hadn’t cried reading the words, the broken promises and i’m sorry’s etched onto the lined page in rushed bubble handwriting—only because out of the twenty-one letters he’d written, he’d saved yours for last.

only because he couldn’t bring himself to write the end of your relationship on a scrappy piece of paper he couldn't even give to you himself, in person. you deserved better than just a letter, better than the life deku thought he would give you after becoming a vigilante— there would be no babies or hero agencies, horse drawn carriages and wedding rings and after him, deku didn’t think it was capable for you to love anyone else. he’d torn you in two, left no glue or tape to put you back together and had ripped the spark from your precious eyes and then…

then, you’d fixed yourself on your own, no need for the cut and paste presence of izuku midoriya in your life. you’d found all the shattered pieces of your vase and stuck yourself back together without deku’s help— you’d moved on and of course, you’d deserved it but it didn't mean it hurt izuku any less to find out it was katsuki bakugou you’d moved along with. the plans you once had for a house, a family, an entire life with the green haired vigilante had become the foundation for the home you were building with his childhood rival. where deku had left and your heart had a shotgun hole in it, katsuki had patched you up and made you his own. the blonde treated you right, gave you everything you needed and evermore and fucking hell, it really was what you deserved after all this time— to grow up and old with someone who swore by his every fucking word, who would never ever hurt you so long as he breathed.

but even still, deku hated that while he’d gone to save japan, bakugou had come in and swept you off of your feet. he hated that bakugou had checked every box on the list of ‘future plans with her’ and that he stayed behind to watch you both take those massive steps of life together. izuku didn’t mean to watch as you scolded kacchan for not taking care of boxes of delicate and decorative mugs when you’d moved in together. to stare as the blonde you’d once hated, but only just, twirled you through your homey little living room as if you were dancing at a ball from your favourite disney princess movie. to glare as kacchan proposed to you, down on one knee on your tiny box kitchen floor after a playful argument about spilt milk and orange slices. deku scowled at every moment you lived in the arms of another man, kissing and hugging his childhood rival when it really should have been him.

izuku just about loses his mind when a talk of babies comes up between yourself and bakugou, he feels absolutely filthy on the nights he pulls up a few balconies away from your shitty little apartment to observe while your fiancé forces you down onto your bed and fucks your tight little cunt till its overflowing with ungodly amounts of bakugou’s seed. he only feels filthy because every night, while balls slap against your pert ass and you scream different variants of kacchan’s name—deku pulls out his cock, sticky and almost as angry as his heart, and jerks himself along to the stroke of his rival’s hips into yours, imagining it was him stuffing you full of cum galore and giving you the baby you’ve always dreamed of.

and you’re always so willing to have a baby for him, crying out with a scrunched up face— begging for bakugou to fuck you harder, give you more, make you round and swollen with his child. so, every night, body sagging from his vigilante duties—deku cums to the sight of bakugou licking into your mouth, stuffing your pussy and promising you the world and all its riches.

and he hates it.

he hates getting off to the dream he should be living, not lived by the man who’d sworn them enemies since childhood.

except recently, deku had noticed that sex with bakugou had become scarce and avoidable between the two of you— it had been months since you’d both touched one another, sex was growing less intimate as if the fire you had for one another was slowly beginning to burn out and die.

this was his chance.

izuku midoriya’s chance to weave his way back into your life and reignite the love you’d had for him all those years ago, mend the feelings you had to push away to make room for bakugou and like he always had, he plots meticulously to make you his again.

the night deku comes to your apartment to execute his plan, could not be more perfect.

from his seat, crouching on the edge of your balcony—the closest he’s ever been to you since he left you behind— he can see the sweet rise and fall of your chest, soft breasts caged to it by emerald green and burnt orange lace, bouncing as you roll through your silken sheets. he doesn’t feel guilty for staring at you this time, peeking at the parts of the skin revealed to his eyes with excitement. for soon enough, it’ll be his to touch and bite and suck. the lace lingerie is only an added bonus, makes him feel like you dressed up just for tonight’s special event.

the fact that you sleep soundly in the comfort of your own home makes deku’s plan so much easier. he’d watched you drift off, curled up on your queen sized bed and phone pressed to your ear as kacchan disappointed you, yet again. hushed words like ‘i’m sorry baby,’ and ‘i’m caught up at the agency tonight,’ had been whispered over the line in apology but your crumpled face said it all— you’d dressed up for a romantic night with your fiancé for nothing.

maybe kacchan had been avoiding you because he was sterile— because he couldn’t give you what it was that you wanted.

a baby.

at least that’s what deku thought.

but that didn’t matter anymore, deku could give one— he would leave you with a piece of him instead.

sneaking through your open window, the ex U.A student feels his entire body tremor with a power greater than the quirk that ran through his veins— his untamed desire, built up from years of your lips on his mind, how you might’ve tasted after he left. but oh, how good things come to those who wait.

you barely stir or move an inch while izuku makes his way over to your bed, his blood rushing loudly in his ears even as his boots, heavy with dirt from vigilante work, sound against your wooden floorboards. you’re perfectly asleep, a sleeping beauty featured in his fairytale dreams— waiting for a kiss to wake you up from the waking nightmare of kacchan’s grip.

“and a kiss you’ll get,” deku chuckles darkly, running his tongue over the swell of your breast where it meets your rib cage, the lace rough against his taste buds once he’s close enough. your flavour is overwritten by bitter caramel and the vigilante is determined to change that, running a course down to your nethers, across your soft tummy and leaving trails of saliva everywhere he licks.

strong and scarred hands, ruined from vicious knuckle bleeding fights, run wild against your body— tweaking at your own budding nipples before grabbing at new curves and dips in your waist and thighs that were less defined in your younger days. izuku practically moans upon reaching your panties, the scent of your sex weighted in the air, musky and sweet— making him drool.

you’re still fast asleep but you’re wetter than he could have ever imagined— the lace covering your glossy lower lips, coated in a delicate shine. “all this from a couple of naughty touches?” the vigilante giggles pervertedly, a dark of lust veil sweeping over the forest of his eyes. “kacchan must not be doing a good job at pleasing you, don’t worry my flower. i’m here now.” from over the twists of nylon and lace from which your lingerie is formed— deku’s heated mouth latches onto your unattended sex and he growls with pleasure upon realising there’s a slit in the fabric to better access your darling pussy.

he thinks of it as a nice surprise, as if you were waiting for your ex lover to make you feel good and see clearly again. a mop of green hair nestles between your thighs, parted on your own accord and a sinful giddiness trickles through midoriya’s bloodstream as he kitten licks your swollen mound, pulling back to shove his nose into its heat and inhaling sharply, nastily taking in your scent and letting it flood his body like intoxicating fumes.

god, you’re heavenly. god, kacchan’s a fool for letting you pass by tonight.

but what’s his loss is izuku’s gain.

because then, the masked hero greedily and hungrily nips at your sticky folds— taking them between his teeth and rolling them raw until your face scrunches up adorably and a soft whimper lies wet on your lips. chapped ones wrap around your puffy clit, sucking on it as your chest arches into the night— giving deku the perfect view of your soft mounds swaying just for him. no amount of imagination could prepare deku for just how much you’d leak, juices from your blazing cunt flowing like liquid gold and painting his cheeks and chin with riches even as his tongue pushes harsh shapes into your pleasure button— pink muscle darting along the length of your slit and catching what drips before it’s wasted on expensive sheets.

drunk on your arousal and the gentle cries you pour out while you sleep, deku slips his agile tongue into your creaming, fluttering hole— writing dirty words of sin along your velvet insides and having his way with you. once more, his large palms push apart the doughy gates of your thighs and spreads you wide by your fleshy ass cheeks, giving him better access to languidly stroke your gooey insides and destroy you carnally for your honey nectar taste— making your hips writhe and canter upwards, never letting izuku up for air, nor part from your sex.

a small voice in the back of the vigilante’s mind wills for you to wake up, although his plan would be easier with you slumbering like this— he’s desperate to watch you come undone with his mouth on yours. would tears brim your precious gem eyes or would they roll back into your head with thunderstruck pleasure? would you scream his name over the thickness of saliva weighing down your tongue? with that in mind, deku works harder to make you feel good, forcing his face further against your cute little pussy until all he can breathe is you and his tongue can twist against lush, squishy walls lined with your essence.

“o-oh—! katsu—!” you sigh brokenly in your sleep, hips bucking up as izuku thrusts his tongue deeper, spitting between your puffy folds and catching what dribbles from your drenched hole only after it slides down your lower cheeks. he grunts in disapproval— how could you moan another man’s name while midoriya was the one sending waves of heavenly pleasure cascading down the form of your body? it only pushes the vigilante to work harder, eat you out so good that you forget all about your lover back at his agency. he speaks a thousand apologies for abandoning you in your teen years by swiping his tongue along the length of your sex, making you gush—making him dizzy on the taste of you as if your essence is a drug he can’t get enough of.

izuku could spend forever and a day between your thighs, slurping whatever your folds give him— taking you to high heavens as he speaks dirty love languages against your swollen mound. yet, bakugou’s name is still hot on your precious lips, drawn out moans of ‘katsu’ and ‘suki’ spiralling into the husky night air and each one serves to piss deku off even more.

“you’re getting confused, petal. don’t be silly,” he breathes, voice pitched with lust an annoyance all at once— the warmth of his breath makes your hips wiggle and hole spasm but the vigilante only rolls his eyes. “you remember my name right? izuku. i-z-u-k-u.” the pink tip of his tongue burns the shape of the letters into your throbbing clit before a heavy and ruined hand smacks down hard against your pussy. the vigilante giggles as your body jolts up the bed from shock, his palm now coated in your slick— shining silver under the moon. “i’m the one who’s making you feel good, not him. kay?”

deku dives back in, shaking his head with satisfaction as a new wave of your juices paints his freckled cheeks— nose bumping against your nub as it peeks out from beneath the hood. “h-hah, kay,” comes your hushed whine, needily tumbling out even in your half conscious state. greedy fingers of yours lock themselves in the evergreen roots of deku’s hair, pulling his hungry mouth back against your sloppy heat. “mm’feels good, izu.”

fingers join izuku’s tongue at your cunt, sliding past your entrance and into your wet walls every time he licks up to your bud— having them curl and press down on your g-spot until your thighs quiver around his head. “that’s right my little flower, moan my name, can you do that for me? promise i’ll give you everything you want if you can,” the man praises, mouthful of your raw folds and juices.

you tug at his roots again, sleep laced in your voice and caught in your dry throat. “izu,”

“hm?” deku hums in response, working your hole—stretching it over thick, scarred digits while his mind grows hazy at the thought of replacing them with his cock soon. they speed up, lewd squelching echoing through the room underneath your quiet mewls.

your grip in his hair tightens, through your foggy brain as you escape from the clutches of sleep, you can tell the texture of your fiancé’s hair isn’t quite the same as you remember, the usual roughness to his tongue is now soft and sensual and your eyes snap open at the feeling. “izuku!” you cry, this time sounding more awake and izuku looks up from the sight between your fleshy thighs to find your eyes locked on his emerald orbs. “o-oh my god—! izuku!”

with your heart rattling about in your rib cage, your first instinct is to fight him off— thrashing your feet to kick deku away from your aching cunt. but he’s much stronger than you remember, bigger too, using his arms to pin down your writhing waist and his quirk, you remember him calling black whip, springs out— tying your ankles and wrists down to the bed, cool against your flushed skin. “ah, ah, ah petal. where d’you think you’re going?” deku clicks his tongue, tone faux and disheartened. “came all this way to give you a gift and you’re trying to run away from me…” his fingers dip back into your gooey centre, their pace slow as he thrusts them, curls them against your spongy pleasure spot.

“w-what are you doing here? let go of me!” your eyes roll back against your will and your hips jump up for more but that doesn’t stop you from pulling on your slimy black restraints as you try to set yourself free from your ex-lovers grip. “i-izuku please!”

orbs in the shade of sacramento flutter shut at the sound of your pleas, the vigilante’s jaw going slack along with it. you sound so good begging his name, but he can’t let you go, he has so much to give you, so much time to make up for with barely any to spare. deku groans wickedly from deep in his chest, shaking his head before he latches back onto your sticky lower lips. “s’been a while, i know it has, that’s probably why you’re so shocked to see me petal,” he starts, fingers still fucking you, cherry lips sucking on your clit again—pulling a high pitched and defiant whine from between your own. “but i have something for you, something kacchan can’t give you, so i need you to behave so i can give it to you, okay?”

“n-no! it’s not okay!” you squeal, struggling to squirm away due to black whip holding you down. your mind is still hazy with sleep, but you can feel it crackling to life with lust— feel your stomach twisting with knots of ecstasy and it’s so so wrong, to feel this good while your fiancé is away, yet there’s nothing you can do about it. “j-just let me go deku...it has been… it’s been a while, s-so we can talk about whatever it is you want to give me—!”

deku grunts, shaking his head no as he spits into your hole—making your thighs wobble pathetically against the bed and black whip tighten its hold on you. “no time for talking,” he says, tone carrying desire and danger causing fear to spill into your bloodstream but an immodest gasp from you to expel into the air. “no time to make you cum like this either, ‘m sorry petal. that’ll have to wait till you’re on my cock, till ‘m breeding you,” he adds and separates from your sex, leaning back and moaning at the fear in your eyes.

it should be horror filling your body at izuku’s words, not lust. you should want to fight him off not lay still, twitching with anticipation as pulls his fingers from your puckered hole to suck them clean— using that same hand to unbuckle his gear belt and shove down his costume. you shouldn’t want to fuck izuku midoriya— your vigilante ex from high school— not when you have a perfectly good man working hard at his agency to bring food into your home.

but as deku reveals his marred, tanned skin to you— you can’t help but start to want it. it’s been so long since bakugou touched you, that the idea of fucking the man who you haven’t seen in years, who’s snuck into the home you’ve built— is starting to feel right. especially with the way he hangs above you now, mop of fern hair tickling the tip of your nose while deku’s gaze locks on your spread-open thighs and awaiting pussy— his pants tucked beneath his heavy balls and low on his hips.

“p-please izuku, d-don’t!” you cry out anyways, tears dotting your vision while you cling onto your last shred of morality— hoping that if you can change the vigilante’s mind, you won’t have to feel a shred of guilt for ruining your relationship. you feel izuku’s cock press against your syrupy entrance before you see it, tip fat and red as it pushes into your resisting, tight cunt. “i’m...i’m with bakugou now,”

you feel the tendrils of black whip, curl up and secure themselves harder around the joints of your body— connected to the jealous song sounding through deku’s chest during who now paws at your thigh and hikes it high over his hip. “i don’t care petal, i’m not here for him, i’m here for you!” he exhales sharply through his teeth, resisting the urge to force his thick girth deep inside you. “why can’t you see that? why can’t you let me give you the baby he can’t, love? let me—fuck, let me help,” he coos towards the end, several more of his inches breaching your dripping pussy before you can tell him no again.

izuku bottoms out inside you, a loud slap resonating between your hot skin—his balls clapping against the curve of your ass as you take him to the hilt. your eyes blow wide, how did he know? about you trying? the failed pregnancy tests and awkward sex that followed. you don’t dare to ask, throat running dry as your cunt begins to stretch with your ex lover’s shallow thrusts, walls rippling around him and catching on the ridges of his veiny cock. “d-deku! you can’t— not a baby,” you gripe pitiably as he rocks his hips, steadily building up momentum between your shaky legs. “can’t with you!”

the vigilante draws his hips back, cockhead peeled from your heat as it oozes fat globs of milky white. he taps it against your mound a few times, smearing the beginnings of his arousal against you before slamming into you at full force— shutting up your pleas of no and not you as you’re filled to the brim with cock for the first time in week. “hush petal, let me take you, make all your dreams come true,” he whispers to you, pressing his forehead against yours with his mouth in an ‘o’ shape, starting a deep and slow pace inside of you. his slender hips set the perfect stroke inside you, one that has his tip brushing up against your cervix delightfully within a few languid thrusts— his feverish breath mingling with yours as pleasure centres all over your body start to tingle. “gonna give you this baby, the one we’ve always talked about,”

you can’t help but clench down on him, bathing izuku’s cock in your juices, giving into the filthy need of your body to be fucked. “izuku—oh!” you drawl erotically, the faint feeling of his shaft throbbing deep within you driving you insane.

“yeah, petal?” the vigilante beefs deeply into your temperate mouth—giving into the urge to slide his tongue over yours. you’re clamping and spasaming on him like crazy, every canter of his hips forward sending your essence splashing back to his abs smooshing against your sex as he leans over you. “god, your pussy’s so—oh my...fuck!— so fucking tight baby, yes!” deku can’t help but howl, churning up your viscous insides with his fat dick. “kacchan must not be fucking you like you deserve, huh?”

no, you want to say, that’s not true! but lying is just as wrong as cheating and your morals are clearly about the place at the moment. you’re growing blissed out, impaled on izuku’s cock, letting him re-shape your insides into the form of him, pressing down against your spongy walls. he sinks into you easily, with every hungry and charming lunge of his hips into yours, skin smacking on skin filling the empty night’s breeze. you haven’t seen izuku in years, the last thing of his you held was a letter breaking your heart, and yet you can’t help but feel warm in the cheeks and even warmer in your pussy that bleeds foggy strings of arousal. he’s still beautiful, freckles on his face like stars and eyes glowing amorously in the dark— his skin, coated in sweat as his body moves and takes yours into possession, is littered with scratches and scars that don’t take away from its sun-kissed shade and your mouth waters with the desperation to taste him, to bite him.

izuku midoriya, the god that he is, the man who once held your heart in his hands is here—taking you to see whatever higher power sits above the clouds while he fucks your precious hole— is offering you the present of your dreams, a baby! a child to call your own which you had a sneaking suspicion katsuki couldn’t give you anymore. tiring arguments about fertility, clinics and passion-less sex is what your nights together consisted of now, and now the small voice in the back of your mind is telling you that maybe this night with deku is a good thing.

but still, you attempt to squirm away— for the sake of the last threads of your relationship, even though your body aches from the molten heat of your pleasure which fries all of your nerve endings holding guilt. “izuku, izu...please, i-i can’t have your baby, can’t do this to—” your fervent whine betrays your words when deku’s bulbous tips bares down hard on your g-spot, sending waves of your essence painting his stomach. “to katsuki!”

“but you look like this feels good for you,” the vigilante gasps to you softly, smearing his precum along your inner walls—he looks like he’s barely holding onto his sanity. how could he when he was balls deep in your tightness? “don’t you like that? when my cock hits deep, when you feel me right here?” his question sends butterflies through your tummy, hormones expelled into the air especially when he thrusts just right and midoriya’s large hand presses down on the soft skin of your stomach where his dick visibly bulges. you mewl at the sight, mouth hanging open while deku kisses up your ankles and thighs sweetly, throwing them over his shoulder afterwards. the sounds you make give him all the answers he needs.

as black whip releases your ankles, he reaches over seconds later, pressing his entire body weight over you as he brutally pounds away at your pussy— the rough material of his costume brushing up against your sensitive and plush thighs, scratching them up as sloppy squelching sounds fill your and katsuki’s bedroom. “you’re so pretty like this, petal, don’t you know?” deku mumbles wetly, capturing your lips and swallowing any moans you manage to let out with your knees folded against your chest. “dressed up, underneath me, you’re so perfect… no dream could’ve prepared me for how fucking good you look, god baby,” he whimpers this time, angling his hips up in a way that makes you tremble.

the vigilante’s praises, his confession clears your mind—his thumbs rubbing over your clothed nipples, hiking up their sensitivity as the fabric brushes against them. “y-you thought about me?”

“never stopped, f’fucking years, thought of how tight ‘n how good you would be f’me,” there’s a dreamy babble that escapes izuku as he starts to lose control—gropping your body, your curves before reaching down to your hips to hold them up as he fucks you. “everyday we were apart...and you’re so good, feel so good darlin’,”

“oh izuku, please!” comes your tiny voice. deku stumbles to get out an acknowledging moan as your heart flutters and for a second you forget the situation you’re in— who your heart should really belong to, who it is that you share your bed with. your pussy throbs with need as deku’s taut hips gyrate into yours, filling you up to the brim each time he pushes back against your burning hole. whether he means to or not, stronger and darker tendrils of black whip sprout from the body of the scarred man above you— exploring what you have to offer him. they’re like talons, squeezing your lace patterned breasts, tweaking your nipples, laying their claim on your waist all to deku’s own accord—under his control while he loses his mind. “please,”

“please what, petal? wh-what can i give you?” midoriya stutters, eyes crossing as his head drops to your neck.

the grip on your wrists loosens, black whip letting them free and allowing you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, fingers curling in the familiar woods of his hair— it takes you back to nights curled up with deku in the U.A dorms, the life you’d plotted out in his stupid notebook and the kisses you’d shared. and then you’re crying, creaming around the base of his girth with every push and pull of it against your spongy, silken walls.

“we can’t— right there!— we can’t do this, we have to stop, please...” you say unconvincingly, tears in your eyes, leaking from two places as your tug izuku impossibly close.

his head shakes, hair tickling underneath your chin and you feel the slickness of his second quirk pull your thighs apart, to swipe up your clit. “don’t care, don’t care...baby, ‘m gonna make all your dreams come true,” the vigilante pants harshly against your neck, chocolate abs contracting against the flesh of your tummy, sticking together because of the sweat while his, hips slam into yours so hard the bed you built with bakugou begins to shake. “gonna make you happy, gonna fill you up and..and give you baby just like we always wanted,” he swears by it, promising you while his quirk, slippery, makes shapes on your clit, sliding into your sobbing cunt alongside his aching, dripping girth.

with every sound you make, groaning and gasping, deku becomes dizzier— thoughts of your breasts and thighs swelling to care for his child grabbing him by the throat and tugging him towards the edges of release. all he wants is to cum inside you, make you cum and he works hard for it, letting the tentacles of his quirk work freely, sending them jabbing into your g-spot whenever he pulls back from your tight heat, curling against your ribbed walls and pushing up against other pleasure spots that make you see stars. izuku fucks harder too, the slats of the bed threatening to break as the weight of his body above your own sends you further into the mattress.

he hits so deep, bullying your cervix with such vigor that his cock slips out, harshly tapped against your clit as izuku grunts ferally into your mouth, passionately rocking your bodies together. your smaller-than-his hands grip his wrists as they cup your face, pulling you in for tongue smacking and wet kisses. “‘m close, izuku, a-almost there,” you tell him desperately.

“yeah? gonna let me cum inside, petal?” he laughs breathily into your mouth, smiling when you grind back against him. your head shakes, tears clumped in your lashes, skin shining with wet and thighs wobbly. you can’t let him do that, no matter how good he makes you feel and not when you wear katsuki’s fat diamond ring on your finger. deku doesn’t like that, black whip running wild inside you, another tentacle slipping into your mouth to silence, adding weight to your tongue already caused by the saliva pooling on it. “then sh’up, kay? let me fuck you like this, lemme make you cum—give you that baby we always talked about,”

the black thickness of deku’s quirk pushes down your throat like it does with your drooling slit, making you gag and moan— in protest or pleasure you can’t even tell anymore. the tentacle plays with your tongue and clit, heightening the euphoria flooding through your veins as his pelvis smooshes against your swollen nub. the knot in your stomach is growing tighter, your head lighter from not being able to breathe as deku plugs your throat with his quirk and you feel as if you're seconds away from your high.

“‘m close, gonna cum inside, make your insides white, petal,” izuku mumbles against the spot where your jaw meets your neck—sucking there, barely enough to leave a mark for katsuki to find. “make you pregnant, fuck you’re so good, i love you,” at his words, your cunt clamps down hard, sending your ex lover tumbling into his high, copious amounts of thick opaque seed flooding your womb, seeping down your abused folds as deku’s thrusts go sloppier—pushing evidence of his orgasm further into your pussy. “i love you,”

he triggers your high, both his blackwhip tentacle and his cock pushing hard against your g-spot and sending you spiralling, your body shakes violently beneath deku’s— and he rides out your orgasm, fucking into you hard with ‘i love you’s’ whispered into your bitten, sticky skin. blackwhip pulls out from your mouth, painting your chin with saliva as deku humps your poor pussy— causing you to gush like the falls, tainting his marred skin. he doesn’t stop, taking you higher and higher until a stream of clear liquid seeps from your cunt with each of his thrusts until you can’t speak.

no way to tell izuku no.

no way to ask him to stop fucking his cum into you.

you’re braindead, fucked out and a cheater.

you lay exhausted beneath deku as he collapses onto you, quirk retreating and leaving you feeling empty in the mouth. you’re full between your legs, however. “ohmygod, zuku,” you whimper, slipping in and out of slumber, exhausted from the last hour spent with deku, the scent of sex and adultery clinging to your body, shifting through the air. “w-why did you...why did you do that?” you ask him, barely awake for an answer.

the vigilante smiles, brushing his thumbs over your tear stained face— weakly your hands try to push him away, despite how good his slow grinds feel. “because i wanted to give you everything you’ve ever wanted, the future we planned,” deku coos, and you feel the faint brush of his lips against your forehead. “now sleep, petal, we have to make sure this cum sticks.”

he tells you, and that’s the last thing you hear before drifting off into deep sleep.

by the time you come to, the next day, the mess between your thighs is gone and all you can smell is the overwhelming scent of burnt caramel and freshly peeled oranges.

you stretch away soreness amongst clean sheets you don’t remember spreading on your bed and groggily rub at your eyes— hearing bakugou bustle around in the kitchen. something in your gut feels weird and off putting, memories from the previous night barely at the forefront of your mind as your fiance calls you to breakfast, one you think is an apology for skipping out on you. you think nothing of the pain in your hips and rawness to your throat, hoping that whatever caused it is part of some weird dream as bakugou pulls you into him by the waist once you find your way into the kitchen.

you go on like this for weeks, as bits and pieces of that night come back to you throughout your day— when you’re curled up with bakugou on the couch or playfully fighting with him on your morning walks. sometimes in the middle of passionate nights where katsuki makes love to you again. you can still feel the sliminess of black tentacles, black whip holding you down or churning up your insides, still finding their faint marks on your skin while you’re singing in the shower.

and you continue to convince yourself that it was all a dream.

you only realise it’s a reality when you’re sitting on your bathroom floor almost a month later, a positive pregnancy test resting on the lip of your bathtub. you’re pregnant and that night from your dreams with izuku had been real.

just as real as bakugou’s excitement.

just as real as the tears of sorrow in your eyes, which of course, your fiance mistakes as joy.

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 — FUCKIN’ HER FIVE WAYS ! 

ʚ♡ɞ SYNOPSIS: welcome to my very first kinktober event! for five weeks, every friday until october 31st, i’ll be posting a short fic based on five kinks and characters selected by you guys ! dynamight.net proudly presents —  fuckin’ her five ways.

ʚ♡ɞ cw. the following pieces contain dark content and nsfw themes, each is tagged with it’s own warrnings. please heed these for your own safety. minors do not internact.

ʚ♡ɞ a/n. join the kinktober taglist here ! likes + rbs are always appreciated.

OCTOBER 1ST - THE FUTURE WE PLANNED !

ৎ୭. izuku midoriya + breeding.

ৎ୭ synopsis. after years of hiding in the shadows and being on the run, our beloved vigilante izuku midoriya returns to his girlfriend’s home to help you build the family you’ve always dreamed of.

ৎ୭ cw. including; dub-con, somnophilia, cheating, lingerie, breathplay, tentacles, pregnancy kink. 

OCTOBER 8TH - DUDE, YOUR SISTER’S HOT !

ৎ୭. eijirou kirshima + overstimulation.

ৎ୭ synopsis. kirishima hates the way his friends talk about his step-sister— he knows that you’re hot, knows that you’re filthy, but only he gets to see the dirty sides of you and his friends will just have to sit this one out.

ৎ୭ cw. including; step-cest, humiliation, forced orgasm, voyeurism, impact play, dom-sub, consensual-non-consent.

OCTOBER 15TH - SIT, PAW, BEND OVER !

ৎ୭. koutarou bokuto + dumbification.

ৎ୭ synopsis. when the volleyball off-season rolls around and things get a little lonely for bokuto, he adopts a precious husky hybrid to keep him company— however, you’re not as well behaved as he would like.

ৎ୭ cw. including; hybrids, pet play, collars-leashes, marking, brat-taming, size kink, degredation.

OCTOBER 22ND - BANG IN THE  MIRROR !

ৎ୭. megumi fushiguro + mirror sex.

ৎ୭ synopsis. a girls day out with nobara has you blowing up megumi’s phone with pictures of you in the cutest, tightest, shortest dress he’s ever seen—and after a few more sinful messages, your dress makes its debut in your boyfriend’s private show.

ৎ୭ cw. including; body worship, clothed sex, sexting, exhibitionism, orgasm control, praise, bondage. 

OCTOBER 29TH - SHE’S MY FAVOURITE GIRL !

ৎ୭. katsuki bakugou + possesive sex.

ৎ୭ synopsis. your best friend’s girlfriend doesn’t like you, but can you really blame her? i mean, you’re perfect ! pretty, smart, likeable and you have her boyfriend wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.

ৎ୭ cw. including; dub-con, recording, cheating, cherry chasing, manipulation, spit, thigh-ridng, cumplay.

OCTOBER 30TH - MY BABYSITTER’S A PSYCHO ! ( SPECIAL )

ৎ୭. mikey / manjiro sano + babysitting horror prompt.

ৎ୭ synopsis. as part of @/cyancherub’s wheel of misfortune collab. nearing the anniversary of his brother’s disappearance, mikey gets stuck with babysitter he doesn’t want, for protection, as ordered by his parents. he should count his blessings that she’s around too, don’t you know mikey? there’s a killer on the loose.

ৎ୭ cw. including; corruption, knife-play, branding, manipulation.

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woof woof megumi fic tomorrow!! an ode to my fellow bimbos i hope you enjoy 🥺☹️💘

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coming today at 6:45pm UK time!!! i’m super excited for this one <33

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update on kinktober: the mikey fic will be delayed by at least a week or so :(!! ive experienced some writers block and im trying to finish bakugou’s fic in time for Friday !! im sorry to everyone who was looking toward to it AAA

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im so excited for kinktober tomo and the fic thats kicking it off bc ngl i put my pussy into deku’s characterisation !!

also the taglist is still open!!

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AUHHH thank u thank u for the love on the kinktober masterlist im super excited 🥺💘

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SHE’S MY FAVOURITE GIRL. | K.BAKUGOU.

OCT 29TH. KATSUKI BAKUGOU + POSSESIVE SEX.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. your best friend’s girlfriend doesn’t like you, but can you really blame her? i mean, you’re perfect ! pretty, smart, likeable and you have her boyfriend wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.

ৎ୭ wc. 12222.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, dark content, college!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem!reader, best friend!bakugou, spit!kink, slight!manipulation,  dub-con, cheating, thigh-riding, handjobs, cherry chasing, recording, cumplay,  tummy bulges, possesive sex, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. happy friday everyone!! ah!! my final day of kinktober! i’d like to thank everyone who read and were excited for my fics, it’s honestly been really fun taking part in kinktober this year and hopefully i’ll join the next! i guess you could call this the grand finale, until the mikey fic comes along, but for now thank you and please enjoy <3 ( also i finished writing this at 6am today so i apologise if it’s riddled with typos !! )

ৎ୭ now playing. tonight - doja cat ft eve.

katsuki bakugou’s been your best friend since as long as you can remember.

your mothers had always been close, kept in contact after they graduated and reunited when word spread they’d be having babies around the same time. katsuki, of course, came first— nothing could ever beat him and you always followed, popping out just months later.

just like your parents, you went through everything together. took your first bubble bath side by side, learned to crawl in unison— stood tall and walked in tune with one another. you’d punched out bakugou’s first wobbly tooth in first grade and he’d comforted you after you cried on your first day of school.

you were completely and utterly inseparable.

joined at the hip, you picked each other for every team in middle school and studied together for every honours class test in high school and when crushes came into play, bakugou never once looked away from you. ‘why the fuck would i need other girls when i have you?’ he’d say, lips pulled into a toothy smirk, vermillion eyes bright and mischievous as he’d try to shove whatever spicy hellish concoction he’d made for his bento that day, down your throat.

and gradually, whenever katsuki looked at you, a warm feeling would blossom in your chest— he made you feel like the only girl in the world, like you were his favourite girl.

people always told you how cute you were together, katsuki bakugou and his sweet little girlfriend yn...and you’d believe them. doodled his name in every one of your notebooks, hearts over the ‘i’ and your future children’s names scrawled in loopy font underneath. there was no one more perfect for your best friend than well...you.

except bakugou didn’t seem to think that way, not when moves halfway across the country for a college that you guys had never even talked about. your best friend left you behind but you would be fine, there were facetime calls and text messages and 3AM movie nights over discord while you both half awake and stealing glances at one another until one of you drifted off first. your best, your katsuki...he would tell you stories of the guys he’d met at the dorm, the ones he’d tell to back off while they tried to flirt with you over call. he would ask about your day, your classes— tell you that he was so proud of his girl and the praise always shot right to your tummy. the praise would make you touch yourself after your screens went dark and you were alone in your dorm with his name on your lips.

katsuki, katsuki, katsuki.

you’d chant his name like he was yours, like he was the one making you feel good and not the tiny fingers you have stuffed in your little cunt. you think of him when you cum, when you fall asleep, when you wake up in the morning… and maybe you’re a little obsessed...but after all, he’s all you’ve ever known. in your mind, bakugou was yours, he was always yours.

until he wasn’t. until he was hers.

“i’ve met someone,” the blonde mumbles to you on call one night, he’s sheepish and embarrassed— something that katsuki rarely ever expresses so you know he’s being serious. immediately your heart sinks, jealousy and anger curling around your beating heart and blackening it—how dare he? who is she? you and katsuki were made for each other, college wasn’t supposed to change that. and if your best friend sees your face twist into a frown, he doesn’t say anything about it. “she’s sweet, got a feelin’ yer gonna like her.”

you won’t, you already don’t.

you hate whoever the hell she is.

and katsuki sees that written all over your face, in the downturned corners of your glossed lips and the crinkle between your eyebrows. “she’s great,” he tries again, tries to reassure you because he hates seeing you upset and hates being the cause of it even more. “i promise.”

there’s no way she compares to you, she couldn’t be greater than you. “‘m sure she is.”

“yer upset with me, aren’cha?” the blonde asks you, clearly worried as his lips pull into a frown and you remember the sense of pride shooting through your veins at making him feel guilty. bakugou deserved that, especially after choosing some girl over you. “don’t be—“

“‘m not,” you say back, rolling your eyes and putting on a disinterested act just to vy for more of bakugou’s attention— you want his eyes on you and only you, not the bitch who’s swiped him from right underneath your nose. your lips push into a pout as you look away from the screen, shrugging your shoulders into the cool night while your childhood best friend rubs a hand over his face, clearly apologetic for having to break the news to you this way.

“c’mon angel, yn, look at me...don’t be fuckin’ mad, okay? don’t deny it either, already know that’cha are,” bakugou coos, rough as he leans into his shit-quality facetime and presents you with his furrowed brows and darling ruby gen eyes that you love so much. “you’re always gonna be my favourite girl, okay?”

you can’t help the smile that curls on your lips. “mkay,” you say in a quiet babyish voice and relief floods your best friend’s face. “do you promise?”

“pinky fuckin’ promise.”

but as it turns out, bakugou had lied.

his girlfriend wasn’t as great as he’d made out to be— in fact she was worse. her name doesn’t come up in the conversations the two of you have over your weekly calls but you manage to pull the handles of her social media accounts from between the loose lips of katsuki’s roommate— kirishima, with the promise of a few lewd videos and a chance for him to hook up with you. the red head’s chance with you wouldn’t come however, since you intended to save yourself only for the blonde with the firm, iron hot grip on your heart and all feelings for him replaced any guilt you had for manipulating kirishima the way you did.

nonetheless, ochako uraraka is the name he gives you and you decide that she’s nowhere near bakugou’s type. ‘yer gonna love her,’ is what you remember him telling you as you scroll through her instagram accounts— you hate her, is what you think. the girl is try hard, she wants to be cute but she looks annoying— she takes bakugou on dates you know he would hate, makes stupid comments about the stuff he loves that she dislikes, forces him to try foods you know he would turn his nose up at when he was back home with you. you pick at everything you can about her and try to convince your best friend that he’s making a terrible mistake but no matter what you say it’s always; ‘jus give her a chance, y’gotta warm up to her,’ and ‘i really like her, you will too.’

and you can’t, you won’t, you refuse. you refuse to acknowledge ochako as anything close to perfect for katsuki, no matter how hard he tries because you’re the one for him, you’re perfect for him and in your books she simply didn’t make the cut.

it’s not like ochako adored you either, the first time you’d met her guard was up miles high despite the sweet smile she’d given you in the presence of your best friend— and it’s not like you could blame her, in katsuki’s eyes, you appeared flawless… a vision of what a woman by his side should look like and that bothered her.

it bothered her to the point where she would try to sabotage your friendship with her boyfriend whatever chance she got— pretending to like your silly childhood games, kissing him when she was sure you were looking, prematurely ending the nights in which you hung out with bakugou by strategically placing a hand on his thigh and mumbling dirty words into his earn until his cheeks turned pink and he was rushing away with her. she was coming between you and your best friend and you hated it.

you hated her.

so you made sure of it, at your next visit to katsuki you’d win him back and remind him of who his favourite girl really was.

“s-she hates me suki! she...s-she said i wasn’t good enough to be your friend!”

you hiccup your way through practiced words as bakugou locks the door to his frat house’s mancave— crossing the room in three short strides to be right by your side again. with soft hands, you cling to his toned arms and squeeze them beneath your grip, pressing yourself impossibly closer to your best friend. tears stream down your cheeks— fat droplets of saltine liquid clumped in your pretty lashes while you cling to him, small sniffles echoing through the room and just barely heard over the thumping bass of the music outside.

katsuki’s face, aged like fine wine over the years— ruby stone set eyes softening, falls flat at the sight of you so distraught and upset. it kills him inside to see you cry.

it hurts him more than a punch to the gut.

false waterworks and a wobbling bottom lip were all it took to get katsuki bakugou alone and away from the welcome party he’d thrown in your honour. the stardust sparkles in your watering eyes causing an unexplainable tightness in his chest, enough for him to pull you into the nearest empty room to comfort you. it’s not like you had lied about your reason for tearing up anyways— just moments before your best friend’s girlfriend, ochako, and her equally annoying buddy, mina, had cornered you in the hallway to confront you.

“you should go for hanta, or denki or maybe even eijirou. he really likes you,” the brunette had told you, swirling her solo cup of booze as her gaze swept over you. “so long as you back off of katsuki,”

you’d grinned with faux innocence, pushing yourself off of the wall the two girls had backed you up against to invade her personal space. “you’re sweet ‘chako!” you had squealed, revelling in her offended expression as you latched onto her as if you were best buds. “thanks but no thanks! all eiji knows is ass and good pussy. which you have neither of. my eyes are on suki.”

ochako had glared and grunted, stumbling back to get rid of you. “that wasn’t an offer,” came her snappy response. “you’re too clingy, too childish for him. katsuki wants a real woman.”

thinking of the bitch’s words only makes you angrier, makes you act harder to draw sympathy from katsuki so you can execute your plan of revenge. you were going to show her, show him— that you were just as much of a woman as ochako was and that he’d been making a huge mistake just by being with her. “she said i was too immature, that she’d get rid of me,” you blubber, jutting out your lower lip even more. “you won’t do that, right suki?” your acting could be a gift from god, an oscar winning performance one might say. you could tell by the unhappy twitch of bakugou’s frown— deeper, harder, that you’ve got him in a chokehold of guilt.

“fuck, y’really torn up about this huh, angel?” bakugou sighs, thick brows knitted together. you almost laugh, the sound coming out as a light gasp— like you would let ochako hurt your feelings. she had absolutely nothing on you. you were katsuki’s sun stars and moon, she would see that shortly. he moves towards the door, reaching for the handle. “i’ll go ‘n talk to her.”

“no!” you huff shortly, gripping him tighter and tugging your best friend over to the couch in the corner of the room— the route you’ve planned in your head and the final destination katsuki’s lap. “want you to stay, can you help me feel better, suki?” he looks to you as if he doesn’t know what to think, but how can he say no to you? he never can, not when you’ve been by his side your whole life and put his needs before your own. you throw him down onto the couch in one swift move, slotting yourself into his lap just like you would when you were back home— testing katsuki’s limits before your plan comes into play.

he accepts you at first, nodding his head with a warm hand rubbing on your back. hugs don’t count as cheating right? bakugou thinks. he couldn’t think to keep you at arms length, not when you were so warm— not when you were the sweetest person he’d ever met crying over a fight with his girlfriend. he’s conflicted, he knows he should be out there with ochako but you’re his best friend, you would do the same for him...right?

distracted by his thoughts and his seemingly endless list of problems brewing between his girlfriend and his best friend— katsuki almost doesn’t notice the way you slowly start to grind against his thigh, your chubby cheek pressed against his heartbeat to muffle the small whimpers gathered in your glossed lips and wet tongue. almost.

bakugou, before anything else, is a hormonal college boy— turned on at the slightest feeling or scent of good pussy. you know he won’t be able to resist you and the warmth of your sweet folds as they brush over his rough jeans, the beginning of your arousal sinking through the black denim fabric. you know that he couldn’t say no despite the dig of his rough fingertips into your supple waist— hormones clouding the red rhinestones in his irises when you pull back from his chest to look at him. “h-hey...hey! the fuck are you doin’ brat?” the blonde curses despite the pillow cushion to his words, he’s never harsh with you, he doesn’t want to upset you. your hips shift against katsuki’s thigh just right and your smaller-than-his fingers sink into his right arm in a tight grip as you cry his name. “fuckin’ stop with that!”

bottom lip wobbling, your face crumples and so does katsuki’s. he doesn’t want to see you cry, even if you grinding down against the meat of his muscled thighs is wrong, even if it drives him insane to feel your needy hole clench around against him. “w-what? what’s the matter ka’suki?” your words are let out with a faux whimper, faking your hurt until you make it. anything to get the plan to ruin his stupid little relationship going. “you don’ wanna help me? am i doin’ somethin’ wrong?”

you know just what to say, after all no one knows bakugou better than you— it just makes manipulating him way too easy. “what? no? the fuck are you on ‘bout?” katsuki struggles to get out, large hands attempting to push you off again while his thighs tell a different story, flexing the right one beneath your cunt, holding back a groan when your whole body shudders and your pretty eyes cross. “‘course i wanna help you angel, jus’ not like this. got a girlfriend now—“

“but you promised!” you sigh, putting on a bit more of a show now that you know you have your best friend’s attention. your fingers dance down towards the hem of your skirt, hips never stopping their straddled dance over katsuki’s thigh. “you said you’d help me feel better, ‘m your best friend suki, you want me to feel better right?” your tone is accusing with your facial expression innocent to match— you tug your skirt up, pinching the fabric between two fingers to reveal your naked pussy, rosy and puffy lips spread open against his jeans with a glisten as you leave a wet patch in your wake of grinding.

“fuck, i did...yeah i fuckin’ did,” bakugou sighs hotly and leans back into the couch, his large hands swallowing your thighs as if he wants to keep them spread— hazy eyes trained on the way your clit becomes swollen and bumps his thigh with every rut of your precious hips to get yourself off. “but angel,” he almost whines. “my girlfriend…”

grinning, you take his hands from your thighs and guide them slowly across the expanse of your body. “e‘nough ‘bout ochako,” you say, sliding his palms across your tummy, fingers feather light as they walk up your rib cage, squeeze your thighs again before brushing roughly under the swell of your breasts— calloused pads of his finger tips tweaking your nipple from under your shirt, as you’d forgone a bra too. “she’s not more important to you than me, right katsuki?”

you say his full name this time, the three syllables hanging onto the gloss that coats your lips and only briefly pulling his gaze away from your sticky cunt and catching your best friend’s attention. his thigh twitches at the sight of you, top pushed up over your breast and skirt lifted just so he can get a peek at the fruit in eve’s garden, and like the story goes the snake in his ear is telling bakugou to take a bite out of you and what you gave to offer.

bouncing his thigh against your blossoming cunt, bakugou breathes his next words. “never, fuckin’ never.”

in victory, your arms wrap around bakugou’s neck for support before you begin to lift and drop your hips slowly against his leg as he gives it the momentum it needs to watch your pretty cunt cum. “then help me forget how mean she was to me, kay?” you use a faux timid tone, grinding down in your friends lap with a front row seat to the blonde losing his sanity over how shiny your sweet slit has become just from humping him.

“f-fuck, okay angel, okay...” he rasps nervously, hands finding your hips again to grind you along. “whaddya need?” bakugou’s eyes don’t dare to tear away from your mound, watching it wetly glide across his leg and you swear you see his eyes, vermillion in colour, roll back as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “jesus…” he adds, flexing his leg again and only looking up when you simper his name and your slit drools just that little bit more.

your body is wracked with a set of trembles as heat starts to boil between your thighs, adding to the strings of slick that tie you down to katsuki’s. “need you to touch me,” you speak, your voice just as shaky as the rest of you while you rut against bakugou to your heart’s content. “gonna take off my shirt, okay? t-then my skirt. want you to see how good you make me feel, suki.”

dangerous blood red eyes shimmer with something you’ve never seen in them before— you can tell just by looking into them that katsuki wants you in so many ways, more than just you being his best friend and his sudden desire for you makes the fire in your lower belly burn brighter. the sight of him like this, eye-level with you, you in his lap while his cheeks grow tinted with berry red and flush under the neon simmering of LED lights only serves to make slick pool beneath you— destroying his pants with your arousal, katsuki looks desperate for a taste of you, adam’s apple bobbing as his dazed gaze flicking from your face to your puffy folds, exposed to the room’s chilly air.

he’s pussy whipped already and hasn’t even had the best of you yet.

the blonde practically whimpers as you pull away from him to take of your shirt, a soft curse falling from between his chapped lips as you throw it into the abyss of the room— the fabric seemingly taking his feelings of guilt towards ochako with him, for his hands scarred and calloused settle on the bare fat of your waist to help pull you along, dragging you by your ankle tot the high heavens of pleasure, burning pads of his fingers sinking into your supple flesh. “fuck, have y’always been this fuckin’ soft?” your best friend muses, brows creased and cock swelling beneath his jeans.

you’re sly, like a vixen prowling through the forest and katsuki is the prey that can’t escape the grip your sharp teeth and claws have on him. “yeah suki,” comes your sweet sigh, leaning forward in his grip until your nose bumps his chin, until your lips are a breath’s width apart. “you like touching me, right? i’ve always wanted you to touch me like this,”

“jesus fuck, baby,” katsuki bleats weakly, swallowing thick and you feel his chest vibrate with a shaky breath from your proximity to him. for a moment, he hesitates, the thoughts in his brain trying to decide between right and wrong, between his girlfriend and his best friend before he takes the plunge and slides a hand beneath your skirt to pull at your peachy ass— the other wrestling with the clasp of your bra, making you grin in victory. “yeah...fuck yeah, love touchin’ you like this...f-fuck, i can’t believe ‘m doin this,” he slurs but mirrors your smile as he pulls your bra away and tosses it away to join your lost shirt. “y’fuckin’ pretty baby, you...you know that right?”

of course you, you know that you— you’ve always been his type, why couldn’t he see that?

your nipples pebble once they hit the cold air and instead of giving him a response, you let your fingers tangle in the softness of his blonde hair and pull bakugou down to your chest. “show me, tell me how pretty you think i am,” your voice is soft, breathless as you glide across his thigh, despite the edgy command you give him and bakugou listens like the little pervert he’s become— before you know it, the heat of his sweltering mouth encapsulates your nipple and his pink tongue runs circles over your areola, tasting the light perspiration on your skin as he grunts softly against it. “o-oh! ka’suki!” you cry, fingers tightening their hold on his hair.

slurping noises shoot through the air, forming their tune in harmony with your entticng moans, airy light and ringing through bakugou’s ears. he can’t help but fall for the way you sound— delirious with arousal as he guides you back and forth over his leg, growing so rough that your clit occasionally bumps the curve of his knee, growing bold enough to grind it against you and make you squeal, force you to gush, anything. he just needs a reaction from you to soothe the aching throb to his fat cock. “god, yer tits are just as pretty as the rest of ya, so fucking pretty, so fucking—” the boy’s voice is muffled as you force his mouth onto your unattended breast, breath hitching as his teetth sink into the supple mound from shock or maybe even from revenge as you practically manhandle him and manipulate him to pleasure you at your will.

“shut up, katsuki,” you grunt impatiently but keep your voice innocent, face contorting with bliss as he follows your lead, sucking and biting at your breast while his calloused hand squeezes at the other. “o-oh! just like that— like that! y’gonna make me cum like that ‘suki!” bakugou looks up at you wide-eyed and hungry, seeming perfectly content with his mouth full of your tits and his thigh coated in the essence that bleeds from your pretty pussy as you circle your hips over him needily. he can’t help but wonder what you look like when you’re close to tipping off of the edge, can't help but wonder whether your cherry bitten lips will push into a pout or if they’ll fall open as you moan from deep within your chest— if your nose will scrunch and your eyelids will flutter just as much as your creamy cunt.

bakugou doesn’t have to wait much longer for his lack of patience and brash approach to everything has him swiping his thumb eagerly across your clit— stringing you along the path to your orgasm as a tight knot builds within your lower tummy. your body reacts to his touch, making him hum against your salvia stained breasts while you start to shake, struggling to even make one stroke of your hips over his thighs and fisting more and more locks of his sun-kissed hair between your trembling fingers.

“you like that?” bakugou hums observantly, his mouth letting go of your breast with a pop, tracks of his own drool running down his chin— you nod your head, picking up the pace of your hips just to make yourself cum to the point where you’re practically bouncing on katsuki’s thigh, pretty tits swaying in his face and activating a predatory look in the flecks of his red rouge eyes. “yeah y’fuckin do baby, holy shit...everythin’ ‘bout you is s’fuckin’ perfect, could watch you all day, let you use me all day. jus’ wanna see you cum, angel…” he drawls on and on, drawing roughly cut shapes into your puffy clit, groaning at the sight of your pillowy folds and the strings of slick leaking from between them as they connect you to his thigh messily. “wanna watch y’come apart just like this, c’mon you can do it, fuck angel, fuck…”

and if it weren’t for that bitch, ochako uraraka...maybe his words could come true.

“katsuki! ‘m gonna...gonna— !” but it’s hard to focus on hating her for stealing away your katsuki when he’s making you cum like a bitch in heat all over his thigh. the neon lights reflect in your teary eyes as your best friend pushes you head first into an orgasm, the pressure building up in the pits of your stomach unwinding faster than you can register as a stream of clear liquid gushes from your heated mound. “‘hmygod, ‘suki...don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your eyes cross and thighs lock around bakugou’s hand but he can’t bring himself to pull it away from your cute little cunt as the circles on your swollen nub grow tighter and tighter, pulling more yet tinier spirts of your release out of you until you can barely breathe. he watches you eagerly, taking in the sight of your skin shining with sweat under the gentle hum of the LED lighting in the room along with your soft lip caught between your teeth and the tiny, shaky whimpers you let out.

bakugou could just cum from the sight of you alone, the view of you swaying and dizzy from cumming for him, making his cock stir in his pants. you collapse against your best friend’s chest until the world stops spinning, letting the scent of him bring you back down to earth and put the objects in the room back in their place. “holy shit, angel. did y’just fuckin’ squirt f’me?” he asks tenderly, pulling his fingers from between your messy thighs and cursing under his breath when he spreads them apart and watches the slick separate with them.

“mhm, was all for you katsuki,” lazily, you smile and attempt to shimmy off your now ruined skirt— making a b-line for the hem of katsuki’s shirt next, pushing it up to reveal his golden skin and perfectly carved abs. “you can taste me if you like,” your voice acts like silk running through his ears as you let go of his shirt, giggling at the crease of curiosity between bakugou’s brows as you push his fingers towards his mouth and force them inside. he makes a muffled noise of surprise but a fire lights up amongst the almost brown flecks in his ruby gem eyes at the taste of your sweet nectar against his tongue. “am i sweet, suki?” you add huskily.

he nods slowly, looking at you like a child who’s been given candy while cleaning off his fingers quickly, hungrily as if your cum is laced with some kind of additive— he can feel himself growing addicted. “so sweet baby, s’good,” he mumbles, letting you tear through his shirt.

“i want you to have more of me, katsuki, don’t you want more of me?” you coo innocently, hands that could only be dwarfed by bakugou, dancing down his frame on the path towards his zipper before he stops you. wide eyed, you look at him and cock your head in mock confusion, bottom lip jutting out as you prepare for a fake display of tears. “w-what’s wrong?”

“ochako, i—” katsuki tells you as if he’s had a sudden epiphany, realising where he is and what he’s doing and trying to push you off. he’s never been a cheater, he’d always thought he could be loyal but all it took was one bat of your eyelids up at him and he was feasting on the sight of your rosy, saccharine pussy as if it were his last meal... what the fuck was katsuki bakugou doing? he didn’t need to fuck you to make you feel better, he didn’t need to fuck you at all— not with his girlfriend waiting for him outside. his face is stricken with guilt when he looks at you, but not for cheating on ochako, not for hurting her...but for you and your pouty lips and your bambi eyes that reel him back in and remind him that you could never be second place. not to ochako, not to anyone. “should be gettin’ back to her, think we’ve gone too far here.”

hearing her name fall from his lips after the little show you’d put on for katsuki fills you with rage, tingling from the top of your head right down to your toes and you huff like a petulant child, smaller-than-his hand shooting out to grab him by his growing erection before he can leave. “but you should be with me!” you whinge, squeezing katsuki’s bulge from over his pants, fighting the genuine tears in your eyes, unable to believe that his stupid girlfriend has the one up on you. “she’s been so mean to me and you let her, katsuki! you should be here, making it up to me,”

“but angel—”

you shake your head, furiously working your way through bakugou’s jeans and boxers as you sniff away saltine tears. “but no!” a small smirk crossing your lips at the hiss your best friend lets out when your soft palm comes into contact with his half-hard erection. “you’re mine, you’re my best friend and i’m supposed to be your favourite! ‘m not letting her take you away from me.”

a response lays meekly on bakugou’s lips as he spreads his tongue across them, he should try harder to fight you off and snap you out of your senses, tell you that you can’t do this—that he can’t do this but he’s already revelling in the way you start to palm him as you tug him free from his clothes. your hand is cushioned as it runs from the base of his dick to his achy tip, milky white cascading down katsuki’s length and catching on his throbbing veins that stand at attention— and fuck you’re so good at this, using your fingers to swipe at the precum beading from your best friend’s slit, pushing your thumb into it just to see his body come alive with shivers. your eyes stay trained on his face, memorising every twitch and parting of his lips from how good you make him feel whenever you squeeze him or speed up the pace of your hand.

you’re so fucking good, so good that he starts to forget all about her.

soon enough, katsuki’s body melts into yours and he’s tugging you further into his lap by the ass as if it’s second nature— it feels right to have you straddling his thick thighs as he man-spreads them wide , even better to pull you close by the back of your neck and let his strawberry tongue roll over the seams of your cherry lips to taste the gloss there and he grows eager to taste more of you, have all of you— hungrier for your touch more than he ever was for ochako’s. you can feel your sense of desire growing too—the speed of your hand that pumps katsuki getting faster and faster until lewd and wet noises twist within the heavy, lustful air between you both, his cock dribbling endless amounts of his essence and painting your knuckles with shades of his incoming release.

bakugou’s world becomes centred around you, your name heavy on his tongue—viscous and filling his mouth like honey until he’s drowning in a pool of ecstasy and dragging you down with him. “the way ya touch my cock, fuck angel. just like fuckin’ that, you’re doin’ so good you might just make me cum…you want that? want my fuckin’ cum?” the words slip out before his brain can register what he’s saying or who he’s saying it to, letting you take control of his pleasure as your tiny hands squeeze at his heavy balls— the pair of them working his angry shaft, bright red and fiery at the tip. in fact, bakugou doesn’t care that he’s dirty talking you instead of his girlfriend, at least not in the moment— thrusting himself into the slick warmth of your hands and pathetically using them as his own personal fleshlight, leaking onto the couch beneath your clammy bodies he doesn’t fucking care.

because ochako has never been as bold in the bedroom as you have on this very night, ochako has never made him feel this good.

“i want you to cum for me so badly, suki! i’ve always dreamed of what it was like,” you coo sweetly against his lips, pressing your body flush against bakugou’s so he can feel every bounce of your tits against his naked chest from where his erratic thrusts into your gentle grip make you jolt up and down— your nipples brushing against his to make him hiss. “always wondered about how you might taste,” your voice is breathy while you slot your mouth against his, humming as they fit together perfectly, swapping spit messily while katsuki tugs on your waist and your hair to manhandle you into the perfect position, just the way he wants. “how it might feel to be covered in all your cum,”

“shit, yer fuckin’ filthy, ‘chako would never say nasty shit like that,” bakugou let’s out a colourful stream of curses when you pull away, connected by strings of your exchanged spit— cupids’ bows wet from your searing kisses. “makes me wanna ruin ya, makes me wanna fuck you s’bad,” your heart flutters with pride at how willing your best friend is to give into the sin and adultery you’ve offered up for him despite the fact that the handjob you’re giving him is a one way ticket to the gates of heaven— that’s just how good you feel. you relish the yelp of surprise katsuki let’s out when you dribble your shared saliva down into his painfully hard shaft, letting it mix with his constant flow of thick precum. he groans from deep within the pits of his chest, the seed of arousal sprouting and wrapping its vines around his rib cage until filthy praises blossom in your best friend’s mouth, whispers of ‘just like that,’ and ‘fuck angel, so fuckin’ good to me,’ and ‘ain’t never had it like this,’ laid out across your skin from where he’s buried his face into your neck.

if it weren’t for your bodies being so close, you might not have heard his praise over the raunchy, damp sounds of his balls hitting your closed fist— katsuki fucking your hand as if it were your pretty cunt, languidly thrusting into your grip and chasing his own release. his world his hazy, blurry, with you as his only grounding focus, with you being the only thing on his fucking mind. he whimpers needily into your skin and only pulls back for air, the need written across his face in pink ink that’s flushed against his cheeks— the shade almost rivalling his blissful ruby orbs that flutter every time you fondle his balls.

you can’t help but grin, tilting katsuki’s chin up to kiss him again before you circle his blazing, sticky cockhead with your thumb. “i’m so much better than ochako, suki, i’m everythin’ you’ll ever need,” you say cutely and airily, grinning wider especially when katsuki nods his head eagerly, letting you guide him to his high. “isn’t that right, suki?”

his adam’s apple bobs, vermillion eyes watering and fuck he looks even prettier than you imagined— the sight of katsuki with his head thrown back against the couch and his mouth hanging open, saliva weighty on his tongue while sweat beads at his hairline and his hips jump up and up into your heavenly hand. “y’gonna make me cum angel, fuckin’ make me cum, make me cum,” he growls roughly into the hot air, the sweat running down his neck illuminated by the buzz of the LED lights. the sight creates a pleasant fizz in your brain, committed to memory as you tug on his fat cock harder, faster. “please, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum so hard baby, don’cha want it?”

bakugou barely feels shameless for begging his best friend to cum, dopamine rattling around in his brain, heart thumping against his rib cage as you rub him off, spitting on his cock again and making every so much wetter, making it so much harder for him to hold off his orgasm.

“say it.” you seethe in his direction, never slowing down the speed of your hand. “tell me that i’m better than her and i’ll let you cum, kay?” you’re bold enough to reach down and slap his balls, coaxing your best friend towards his high, while his alluring and dangerously addictive moans shoot out into the air. bakugou’s head shakes along with the rest of his body, eyes screwing shut while his hips chase your teasing fingers that press down on the forked blue vein wrapped around his cock every time his hips pull back and out of the warmth of your hand. you can’t decide if his telling you no, or if he’s trying to fight his body’s instincts to chase it’s high, but you repeat the action, slapping down on his heavy balls again to make his entire frame jolt. “say it.”

katsuki pants, letting go of your hips to run a hand through his sex mussed locks as his eyes snap open to lock into yours. “you’re so much fuckin’ better than her, could never make me cum like this, only you angel, only fucking you. god, fuck—!” he babbles brainlessly, barely holding onto his last threads of sanity.

“cum f’me, katsuki,” you command the blonde gently, with one last squeeze of your messy hand to his pulsating dick as it pistons through your closed fist.

your whispered words are all bakugou needs before his entire body is overcome with a set of trembles and you don’t dare to stop the flick of your wrist around his cock as he tumbles through the rush of his high, struggling to keep up with you as colours run wild behind his crystallised red eyes. curse words and praises alike line his lips, katsuki moaning your name haughty and loud enough that you almost fear that people will hear you both from outside— his head drops to the back of the couch, chest heaving as his hips stumble and give out, releasing thick ropes of white hot cum onto your sex tainted knuckles and hand, only adding further to the sweaty glaze coating both of your bodies. the soft, incomplete whimpers that leave your best friend make you smile wickedly, evilly as he comes down from his mind-blowing high.

oh ochako ururaka, if only you could see your boyfriend now.

if only you could see what a real woman does to him.

“fuck baby, that was…” bakugou lifts his head, golden and scarred skin shining with sweat as he looks to you, only cutting himself off with a low groan to watch you suck the cum from your fingers before you lean over his twitching frame to spit his own release back into his mouth. the blonde swallows diligently, cupping the back of your head with a large hand before you can pull away and kissing you sloppily, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth so the both of you can share his taste, moaning at it in unison. “that was fuckin amazin’, you really are a filthy little minx aren’cha, angel?”

you nod bashfully, sidling further up katsuki’s lap until you’re positioned just over his sensitive cock— feeling the remains of his orgasm against your needy cunt that’s already dripping wet from pleasuring him. “s’all for you katsuki, s’always been for you,” you tell him, looking down at the blonde with hooded eyes while experimentally grinding your soft mound over his softening dick, waiting for a reaction or for him to push you off. “been saving myself for you, for years, wanted you to have all of me my first time, suki.” you add earnestly while his rough fingers draw contrastingly soft shapes into the soft swell of your doughy thigh.

you’re met with the complete opposite of what you expected, instead of shoving you away and telling you ‘enough was enough,’ bakugou suddenly grips the meat of your thighs to keep you hooked over his lap— looking at you with a new and lustful fire burning between the flecks of his eyes. “yer…yer a virgin?” he asks quietly, the both of you sucking in a breath as his sticky, cum-stained length twitches to life beneath your awaiting pussy.

you nod again, head tilting back when katsuki begins to grind up into you slowly. “o-ochako said i wasn’t…w-wasn’t woman enough for…for you,” you swallow thickly, the blonde’s tip bumping your clit as blood starts to rush to it and your pussy blossoms for him like a flower. “wanted you to make me one…”

“fuck,” he rasps, gaze dropping to watch the show beneath your shaking bodies, hardening cock pushing through your puffy folds and milky cockhead rutting against your fluttering hole. katsuki’s finger’s reach between the sweltering heat between you both, using two of his digits to keep his dick in line with honey glazed folds, shining with the reminisce of your last orgasm. using your wetness, bakugou is able to slide through your sex easily, shaking moans tumbling from between his bitten lips every time he hits your clit, desperately gripping his cock every time he shoots up too far and his tip nudges your soft tummy, smearing it with opaque white. “we should wait...we... we should talk ‘bout this,”

you grind back down on him, keeping the blonde nestled between swollen and pink folds, a pout forming on your lips. “don’t wanna,”

“neither do fuckin’ i,” comes bakugou’s gruff response, it’s whispered against your blemished shoulder, tainted with light scars from your childhood days and beauty marks alike as his buff arms wrap around your middle to keep you pinned down to him. both of you are seconds away from the tipping point, well past the boundary of what separates best friends from lovers— either of your minds growing murky and foggy, while your breathing tingles at each other’s lips while you sloppily grind against each other. you can feel his hips jumping beneath yours, dying to push his cock past your soaking entrance in one swift movement, but katsuki attempts to slow his roll, wanting your first time to be special. ochako is no longer a thought in his mind, replacing all visions of her with thoughts of you— wanting to fuck you, to be tucked away into your tight heat. “god, angel, wanna fuck you so bad,”

your eyes sparkle with a certain sense of triumph at bakugou’s words…you’ve won him over, got him bending over backwards from the slightest bump of his tip against your resisting entrance— barely prepared to take him and the thickness of his shaft. “please ‘suki, need you...want you,” you murmur against the blonde’s hairline, relishing in the way he pulls back ever so slightly to tap his weighty girth against your awaiting and fluttering slit.

slowly but surely, bakugou starts to push his cock into you, gritting his teeth as he huffs into the junction between your shoulder and neck— holding back his whimpers and urge to thrust as he slides into your warmth, not wanting to cause you anymore pain. “‘m sorry baby, ‘m sorry, you know don’t like hurtin’ya,” he mumbles apologies into your skin, hating the way you his at his intrusion, quickly filling you up like you’ve never been before. it’s like his own personal hell, being stuffed inside your cute virgin cunt, walls pulsing around him rhythmically and slowly sucking down every inch of katsuki’s swollen and aching cock— you take him so well despite the pain, making it harder to resist the urge to pound into you.

you’re so pretty on top of him, so cute with your pouty lips and teary eyes and bakugou suddenly finds himself wondering why he didn’t do this sooner, why he settled for anything less than you.

“move, please move,” you pull katsuki back by the air, cupping his face soon after to pull his bottom lip down with your thumb— the hot air between your bodies is teaming with lust and years worth of desire finally being unleashed, your cunt readily accepting your best friend’s dick as it oozes against your insides and spreads the flame of desire through your sweet cunt. “you feel so much better t-than all my toys ka’suki, always thought of you when i used them on myself,” you confess dreamily, tight hole growing slippery with your heightening arousal, letting bakugou press on until he’s reached the hilt inside of you. “you can fuck me, i want you.. l-love you—!”

the tail end of your words because hushed and breathless when katsuki jolts up and deeper into your cunt at your words— scratching the itch in your gummy walls that only he can reach. you love him and he loves the way your squishy, precious pussy wraps around him so perfectly, barely letting bakugou pull out enough to start a proper pacing to his hips. “love you baby, y’my best friend...fuckin’ love you angel,” he babbles to you, looking up at you with hormone raging red eyes as you toy with his lips, pulling it back again as you lean close making you chest to chest. “fuck, y’so fuckin’ tight, so fuckin tight…” forehead’s pressed, bakugou’s eyes flutter shut expecting you to kiss him but instead is met with the gift of saliva to let drip onto his tongue from your own mouth. his entire body shudders violently, swallowing your glob of spit quickly before he leans up to slot your lips together— using this moment of distraction to pull back his hips and sharply thrust into you. “‘m gonna fuck you baby, make this pussy my own. carve my name into it, gonna fuckin’ claim you,”

your best friend barely knows what he’s saying, barely knows the person your pussy’s turned him into— any traces of his girlfriend ochako flushed out of his system by hormones like dopamine as his large hands roam your skin and map out your stretch marks and dips and scars, committing them to memory before sinking into the fat of your hips to keep you steady in his lap. “i-i’m yours, you have me just— move!” if only he knew how much ownership he had of your mind and body already, how much he’d staked his claim over you throughout the years— tonight he would see that, and hopefully realise how much of him you owned as well.

tongues twirling against one another, bakugou pulls away, licking up the string of drool that connected you. he grips your ass next, smacking a rough palm over the peachy flesh to make you squeal and take away some of the pain as he sets a tune to his hips while they begin to plough into you. “‘m gonna make you feel so good, make a woman outta you just like you and this sweet lil virgin thing wanted, yeah?” katsuki’s gaze drops to the mess between your thighs as if he’s gesturing to your cunt, pumping his cock into your creamy, puffy mound nice and deep— making you cry out for him and clamp down hard. “promised to wreck this sweet hole, make my angel forget all the mean things ‘chako said about you… have i ever— fuck, have ii ever broken a promise?”

bakugou struggles to leave the warmth of your pussy, not caring whether that's down to how addicting your tightness is or you keeping him selfishly locked against your soaked and ribbed walls. however, you manage to shake your head no, despite the way you writhe in his lap as he rocks his hips into yours, bulbous cock head battering up your squishy insides. “n-never, my ka’suki’s so good t’me!” you moan possessively, selfishly but it sounds like nothing but angel’s calls to your best friend, only driving him to rut into you harder, deeper.

“that’s fuckin’ right angel, never gonna let’cha down,” he growls, shoving his face into your neck yet again as if he doesn’t trust himself not to cum if he looks at your awe striken face any longer— large and gritty palms pulling you by your ass back and forth on his throbbing, leaky and fat dick to match the pace of him pounding your pathetically juicy slit, writing his name in milky white precum against every ridge inside of you. no matter how far katsuki’s cock pulls out of you, your hips always chase him, forcing them down with your body weight to keep him tucked inside of you— following your pleasure until your cunt is pushing against him, dripping down his balls that spurt equally as much precum inside of you. “don’cha cry angel, thought this was what’cha wanted, what was gonna make you feel better?” he coos, licking a stripe along your collarbones to taste you and to keep himself grounded.

you wrap your arms around bakugou’s neck, hugging him to your chest while he grunts against it needily and it’s not long before your bodies are bodies become coated coated in a sheen of sweat, drops of it pearling against his hairline and extenuating the sticky clap of you skin against each other— creating a harmonious tone that lingers in the air along with your moans and the scent of sex. “it is what i want, you’re what i want!” you squeal as your best friend bares down on pleasure spots your toys could only dream of reaching, only serving to add squelching sounds to the lewd soundtrack you both have going. “but i wanna be your favourite, wanna be yours,” you beg him wetly, delirious and dumb on his cock, filled with devoir and a sense of need for him and only him.

“‘course yer my fuckin’ favourite, look at how much y’love me, how much this pussy loves me— shit angel,” bakugou curses, his tone deep and rumbling throughout his chest. his words make you dizzy, the sight of him makes you dizzy. as he looks up at you, dazed and with rose tinted cheeks you take your view of him— the shine sweat adds to him, highlighting the sharpness to bakugpu’s jaw and the new maturity of his face, the flex of his arms as he lifts you up and down in his lap along with the way his washboard and honey glazed abs contract with exertion every time he thrusts into you. katsuki is like a taste of heaven and it almost makes you mad to know that before you, ochako was the only person who got to see him like this— but your burning rage and murderous impulse is quickly replaced by the ecstasy bakugou makes you feel by bruising up your insides, balls heavily slapping against your ass.

you grin to yourself inwardly, knowing that after tonight ochako will never get to see the beauty of katsuki bakugou like this, ever again.

bakugou may be the one fucking you, but you’re the one who’s in control of his heart tonight— you’ve sunk your claws into him, captured him as your prey and held him hostage. not that he minds, not that he cares, his only wish being that you’d done it sooner...fucking you like this, balls deep in your virgin pussy withh you tight and snug around him drives bakugou insane and makes him realise that you’re the only one he wants. not her, not his own fucking girlfriend.

no.

it’s always been you.

no other girl could get him drunk on cunt like this, vermillion eyes honing in on the way you gently start to lift your hips up and down, following the current of his thrusts as he pounds away at that tight little hole you’ve saved all for fucking him. no other girl could get katsuki to whimper and whine so loud before, you’re special, you’re something else. you’re his best friend. “god, this is the kinda pussy you only get to fuck in dreams, baby,” bakugou slurs with a perverted grin, changing the stroke of his hips to follow the pattern of circles instead of just driving his hips upward. “you my dream girl, angel? y’got the cute lil pussy i’ve only ever dreamed of pourin’ my cum into, yeah? always wanted t’fuck you, thought about it forever, now here i fuckin’ am…”

“did you think of me more than her?”

yes. katsuki would have been a fool not to notice the way you’d grown up s prettily over the years, body filling out into beautiful curves carved with dips and moles and freckles and scars all created by athena herself, the swell of your chest, fruit stained shade of your lips were things that didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend either. so yes, of course he’d thought about you in the depths of the night—his dirty hollywood dreams starring only the girl of his dreams, only its you instead of his girlfriend ochako, you and your name that tumbles from his lips only to be swallowed by the fabric of his sheets. its you who bakugou pictures beneath him when he folds his pillow into the shape of pussy, fucking it like he means it...like his life depends on it.

really, it’s always been you.

the blonde nuzzles at your shoulder with his sweaty forehead, shaking it against your equally sweaty skin. “mnhh, baby...yn,”

“answer me katsuki...a-answer me, please…” lazily, you run a hand through his mussed locks, making it worse

katsuki gasps softly, binding his lowly lip and screwing his eyes shut as he immerses himself in the passionate dance of your bodies; the slow and alluring bump and grind of his dick and your sweet pussy, tip jamming repeatedly and atrociously into your cervix— bullying your insides until you animalistically howl his name like a wolf calling to the moon. “more than her,” bakugou keens into your hands that claw down his bare back, scratching red tracks in the shape of your nails against his scarred skin and he lets his head drop to your neck, sinking the sharp edge of his canine teeth into your flesh and rolling his saliva soaked strawberry tongue over the assaulted area. “fuck— you feel like heaven, angel, c’mon, ride me...just like that, just like that…”

one hand braced on his shoulder, the other pats along the cushioned couch in search of katsuki’s phone. your birthday is his password—skillfully unlocked by you even while you clench down on the man in reward and he doesn’t hesitate to buck his hips back into you with the same level of feverishness, sloppily sliding your bodies against one another as you breathe, temperate and heavy and shakily into one another’s bruised lips. you tingle with joy, knowing yet another thing as simple as unlocking his phone boils down to just you—he’s obsessed with you, he loves you just as much as you love him. fumbling with katsuki’s phone and aim for the camera, a fresh wave of tears brew in your eyes and tangle with your lower lash line because he makes you see stars, gives you what you’ve been chasing after blindly for your whole life—the thickness of his shaft inside you as it stretches your virgin hole, the wet and impassioned snap of his hips into you, the sticky slap of his balls against your bare ass.

you’ve been dreaming of this for years and now you finally have him, all of katsuki bakugou to yourself. a selfish feeling wraps around your heart as you ride him, slow rolls of your hips taking is cock deeper into your squishy cunt, prrecum bleeding along your sensitive walls, and suddenly you feel the impulse to hit record— needing evidence of your night, something to show ochako that you’ve finally won.

the footage is blurry, the flash almost blinding you both as you turn on the camera and flip it to katsuki’s face, capturing every detail of his open mouth, tongue connected to the roof of his mouth by thick strings of spit—best visible when his head is thrown back in pure ecstasy. “the fuck are ya’doin’?” bakugou slurs, struggling to manage his words with the amount of saliva in his mouth. “you recordin’ me dirty girl? fuck, you wanna show the camera what a mess y’are f’me?” your tummy twists in delightful knots as katsuki plays himself up for the camera as soon as it turns on, giving it a toothy grin. essence pools between your raw folds, slicking up his cock as it dives into your plush folds, sliding perfectly against the soft velvet and you find yourself growing hornier from bakugou’s waves of intensity as they crash over you.

“uhuh, wan’...want keep a memo of how good you make me feel,” you tell him earnestly, almost losing your grip on the silver device you hold between your fingers— practically losing your mind when your best friend leans forward, letting all his excess spit drip down onto your joined sexes, lubing you up and making everything even more dissolute, nastier and creamier. it’s so obscene, the way his bubbles of white spit add a soft gleam to your tummy and pelvis as you both smash your sexes together—peeling back your hips from one anothers, the action only accompanied by a sticky sound. “‘hmygod, ka’suki!” the video picks up everything, especially the lewd and covetous cry you let out when bakugou grips your hips to grind you down against the wet mix he’s created, spit, his cum, your cum all coming together against your pussy.

the clip ends there and somehow you manage to spitefully forward it onto your best friend’s girlfriend. you can’t help the greedy clench of your cunt around katsuki’s pretty dick, feeling his veins sear their marks into your walls— the blonde doesn’t miss it either. it drives you wild, a frenzied blur of sex and hormones as you think of poor innocent ochako out at the party having the time of her life—it makes fat drops of your saccharine nectar to ooze from your ravaged hole just to imagine her face as the video of you fucking her boyfriend finally lights up her phone.

oh how turned on her ruined night makes you.

“you liked that, huh?” bakugou coos to you, capturing your raptured woozy stare with his ruby framed eyes that dance with lust as he pierces you on his cock over and over again. “‘course y’fuckin did, can feel it with how hard yer clampin’ dwon on me, angel,” he’s getting cocky— doped up on the way you suck him in and bounce away on him as if you’d done this before, his sweet virgin girl claiming what's rightfully hers. you need to put him back in his place, fuck your best friend hard enough to remind him who’s the rightful owner of the dick thats making you feel good for the very first time, you do everything your power to make the night last longer so you can torture the brunette bitch he’s dating even more—pushing back down on katsuki every time he thrusts up so that he can never leave the warmth of your soaked mound. the blonde leans back, watching you work yourself above him, dangerous and fiery eyes taking in the view, “so fuckin’ beauttiful when yer on’toppa me, takin’ this cock so good on your firsty try. s-shit, why didn’t i fuck you sooner, hah? got this perfect little pussy ‘n everythin’, the best i’ve ever had,”

katsuki’s praise shoots straight to your throbbing mound and has you jumping even as he slaps a rough palm over your puffy clit. “didn’t fuck me sooner , ‘cause you were to busy with her,” you snarl hotly, circling your hips over the blondes, driving his bright red tip into your g-spot, chasing your own pleasure as it bubbles in your lower tummy. “balls deep in her instead of me. shoulda been fuckin’ your favourite girl but instead...you were with ochako. why not me, suki? ‘m i not your favourite anymore?”

you reach for the phone again, pulling up the camera ready to record bakugou’s hazy response as you move to grip him by the roots of his hair, forcing him back against the couch while you bounce away in a frenzy on top of him— your unified groans slipping through the night air. “you’ve always been my favourite, she couldn’t even fuckin’ compare,” he mumbles to you, eyes glinting with mischief as you hit the record button once again. taking control, you lean forward again, spitting onto katsuki’s chest, pinching and teasing his nipples until they’re sore and he’s practically screaming your name, watching as the viscous glob rolls down between his fat pecs, “you sendin’ that shit to her, yeah? what a naughty fuckin’ girl, angel. tell ‘er whatcha gonna do to this cock, tell her whatcha gonna fuckin’ do to this cock. show her,” he sneers into the camera, dragging it down to show where your bodies join and cream froths at his base, dripping in white down his balls. “claim me for the fuckin’ camera, yeah, that’s right. fuckin’ claim me.”

hearing him breaking beneath you, desperate to keep your pussy locked onto his cock and you think; she must not be fucking him enough, not giving him enough juicy cunt to keep poor katsuki satisfied. she deserves to see what a mess your body’s made him, deserves to have her night destroyed and shattered to a million pieces by the sight of your swollen, tight, perfect pussy taking him in so nicely, and so you send off a second video to her, “you’re mine katsuki, mine forever. never hers, k-kay?” your voice is hushed as you take his lower lip between your teeth, making the pair of you an even greater mess while you guide bakugou into yet another raunchy kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth before twirling the two pink muscles together. you claim every inch of him, with hands and tongue and your puckered hole alike—writing your name sinfully across his body so that katsuki really knows that he’s yours.

“‘m fuckin yours baby, belong to you,” the blonde says to you, his words woven with the sweetness of candy, shaky from feeling you pulse around him—heartbeat in your pussy. “don’ want anyone else to have me, show that camera how good you take me...how you make me yours,” hot on his tongue, katsuki speaks in heated phrases before he spits onto his fingers, shoving the soiled digits against your swollen clit, blooming from the blood rush as he rubs it in tight circles, coating your sex in a crude mix of your juices and saliva—pushing it into you. the camera on the back of his phone catches it all, feeding it straight into ochako’s phone.

you pull your hips up, caught mid thrust by one of katsuki’s large hands holding your waist. you whimper at the feeling of being empty, no longer having the pressure of your best friend’s dick deep in your tummy, constantly bearing down on your g-spot hard. his cock is all the way out of you and only his tip is brushing against your clit, sticky and smeared with opaque white when bakugou makes you rut against it, stimulating yourself to your heart’s content—his bright red cockhead gliding easily between your creamy folds. he feels so good against you that you drop your grip on the phone that you miss the banging on the door outside, ignoring the sound and choosing instead to wrap your arms around bakugou’s muscled neck...stabilizing yourself while he takes ahold of the fleshy ass, kneading the flesh between calloused fingers and watching you get yourself off on him. “mmgod, fuck katsuki! lemme back on your cock, please...give it t’me, give it. please.” you squeal breathlessly, tongue rolling out of your mouth while you impatiently thrust your hips down, trying to coax the blonde back into your cute little cunt. you spit into your own hand, lubing it up before you grip his throbbing and achy shaft, jerking bakugou off until streams of foul language coat his lips and tattoo themselves against your skin. you even thumb the rim of his tip a little, knowing that he likes that.

“fuck! bakugou, i know you’re in there with that whore!” the banging on the door resumes, and you moan bakugou’s name louder, just to spitethe bitch who you know is just outside.

“angel, fuck...love you, love you like this, love you on top of me, takin’ this cock as your own,” bakugou curses, flopping back against he couch and smoothing his rough hands over your body. he eventually settles them where your breasts ( as they bounce ) meet your ribcage, rubbing the area and sending goosebumps rising across your sweaty, honeyed skin. “this dick is yours, this dick s’the only one that can fuck you, this dick only goes inside this fuckin’ pussy.”

‘katsuki! open up! katsuki!’

the words are muffled by the wooden door between the outside world and the bubble you’ve made with bakugou—blood rushing through your ears, carrying lust amongst many other things. “k-katsuki, please...feels so fuckin’ good, d-don’t stop, don’t stop! you’re so good, s-so good!” you babble, losing your mind and your focus, letting everything that is katsuki bakugou overwhelm you. “i-i’m your girl, your favourite, no one else c-can have you!”

ochako’s piercing voice yells again from outside, fighting the locked door while bakugou manhandles you into a position he likes to chase the ebb of your highs as they begin to set fire to your insides. with every sharp pounding of his cock into your cunt, you both take feverish steps towards your orgasms, the blistering heat of them sneaking up on you. “‘m never gonna stop baby, not for anyone...gonna fuck you as long as you want me to, yeah? promise you. ‘m yours,” your best friend whispers, turning you around in his lap until your back is to his sticky chest. he pushes you forward by the curve of your spine, almost bending you in half as your face reaches the floor. “t-thats fuckin’ it angel, turn around around ‘n lemme see your ass bounce on me, just like that,”

“keep fuckin’ me just like that, fuckin’ ochako wishes she could be you, my favourite fuckin’ girl—ah shit!” he adds, sending a tremor of pleasure down your spine as dopamine sizzles at your nerve endings.

so you do as bakugou says, even though your thighs burn with how much you bounce up and down on him, throwing your ass back onto him to pull more of his dirty moans from his filthy mouth. your name is the only thing bakugou can say— chanting it like a prayer, as if his brain has been wiped of all other thoughts accept for you and the way you sink down on him, right to the creamy base of his dick as if it wasn’t even a problem eyes rolling, your toes curl, clamping down greedily on bakugou until his breath stutters and his dick, swollen with the load he’s holding back, has no room to breathe.

you don’t even stop fucking like animals when the door bursts open, a teary eyed ochako throwing herself into the room to the sight of her boyfriend fucking the girl she’d always been so worried about. to see him fucking you. “o-oh my god! katsuki bakugou wh-what the fuck are you doing? with her?” his girlfriend screams, but he can’t even look at her, obsessed with the way your body feels moving along with his. “you’re both fucking sick!”

“‘m gonna cum, katsuki,” you say airly, a smirk tugging at your lips as your eyes lock with shaky brown orbs—you can’t hold back at this point, your body craving to touch the white light of your release, the knots twisted in your stomach beginning to come undone as the pace of bakugou’s hips start to falter and grow impatient, churning up your insides as his sensitive tip drags along your spongy walls and pushes up against your squishy g-spot. it hurts so good to hold back, but it feels even better to watch ochako cry and scream and beg for her boyfriend to stop fucking you.

but bakugou isn’t doing any better than you are, beneath you, his muscled thighs tremble and his the stroke of his hips become sloppy and languid. “c’mon angel, cum f’me, paint this cock...let it all out f’me,” he mumbles strainedly into your shoulder, tweaking your nipples and barely acknowledging the presence of his girlfriend ( or ex, at this point ) while his calloused fingers dance down the softness of your tummy to toy with your clit once again, dragging you by the ankle towards both of your highs. “c-can’t hold it anymore baby, gonna...gonna—! fuck!”

“stop it, kastuki!”

the lewd cross of your eyes as you finally cum with katsuki is what drives uraraka off of the edge, breaking into full on sobs when your dam bursts—colours in brand new shades flashing behind your eyes, bakugou’s hips fail to slow as he guides you through your orgasm, sending you into a series of shivers and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream that makes your throat hoarse. you cum so hard that the world around you seems to fall away, throwing an arm behind you to grip the blonde locks of your best friend’s hair to ground yourself. your release splashes out against the floor, cunt fluttering rhythmically as it paints both yours and katsuki’s thighs before triggering his own high.

“f-fuck, fuck! ‘m cummin’, ‘m cummin. gonna fill you up baby...can ya take it? take my cum?” he gripes needily into the shell of your ear, high pitched and whiney. the blonde’s voice fades to static, hips bucking up into your soiled pussy with one last surge of power before he’ss spilling white hot seed into your spasming hole. there’s so much of it, bakugou’s cum bleeding out of you slipping down between your ass cheeks— your tummy practically swells form how much of his own release he’s given you and eventually, katsuki’s cantering hips slow down until they reach a grind, cock slipping out of you and spewing the last of his cum against your inner thighs and soft tummy. “holy fuckin’ shit baby, fuck.”

bakugou collapses into the couch as he comes down from the high heavens, near passing out and leaving you to deal with his gobsmacked girlfriend. “take a picture ochako, it’ll last longer!” you coo, sickly sweet, making the brunette stomp her foot like a petulant child and flee the scene.

after she’s gone, katsuki seems to stir awake with an amused laugh, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder. “y’fuckin’ crazy angel, i love you.”

“d’ya mean that, suki?” you ask him with amused eyes as you turn around in his lap—drawing shapes over his heartbeat as you revel in the victory of your plan. “do you really love me?”

bakugou nods, rubbing his hand over the curve of your spine, kissing your nose as he slips in and out of consciousness. “always fuckin’ have, it’ll always be you, kay angel?” he tells you softly.

you barely have a chance to respond to bakugou, for he’s already passed out from how much you’d worn him out. you’d have a lot to talk about when the party was over and he'd woken up again, but for now you curl up against him contentedly— smiling at the knowledge that you’d always be his favourite girl.

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[salty-boba]

hollllyyy hell this is crazy good 😤🤌🏽

SHE’S MY FAVOURITE GIRL. | K.BAKUGOU.

OCT 29TH. KATSUKI BAKUGOU + POSSESIVE SEX.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. your best friend’s girlfriend doesn’t like you, but can you really blame her? i mean, you’re perfect ! pretty, smart, likeable and you have her boyfriend wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.

ৎ୭ wc. 12222.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, dark content, college!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem!reader, best friend!bakugou, spit!kink, slight!manipulation,  dub-con, cheating, thigh-riding, handjobs, cherry chasing, recording, cumplay,  tummy bulges, possesive sex, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. happy friday everyone!! ah!! my final day of kinktober! i’d like to thank everyone who read and were excited for my fics, it’s honestly been really fun taking part in kinktober this year and hopefully i’ll join the next! i guess you could call this the grand finale, until the mikey fic comes along, but for now thank you and please enjoy <3 ( also i finished writing this at 6am today so i apologise if it’s riddled with typos !! )

ৎ୭ now playing. tonight - doja cat ft eve.

katsuki bakugou’s been your best friend since as long as you can remember.

your mothers had always been close, kept in contact after they graduated and reunited when word spread they’d be having babies around the same time. katsuki, of course, came first— nothing could ever beat him and you always followed, popping out just months later.

just like your parents, you went through everything together. took your first bubble bath side by side, learned to crawl in unison— stood tall and walked in tune with one another. you’d punched out bakugou’s first wobbly tooth in first grade and he’d comforted you after you cried on your first day of school.

you were completely and utterly inseparable.

joined at the hip, you picked each other for every team in middle school and studied together for every honours class test in high school and when crushes came into play, bakugou never once looked away from you. ‘why the fuck would i need other girls when i have you?’ he’d say, lips pulled into a toothy smirk, vermillion eyes bright and mischievous as he’d try to shove whatever spicy hellish concoction he’d made for his bento that day, down your throat.

and gradually, whenever katsuki looked at you, a warm feeling would blossom in your chest— he made you feel like the only girl in the world, like you were his favourite girl.

people always told you how cute you were together, katsuki bakugou and his sweet little girlfriend yn…and you’d believe them. doodled his name in every one of your notebooks, hearts over the ‘i’ and your future children’s names scrawled in loopy font underneath. there was no one more perfect for your best friend than well…you.

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[kur0m1bab3]

this will….FOREVER be in my top 10 best smuts. this shit has literally had a chokehold on me since the day it came out i’m gonna puke

SHE’S MY FAVOURITE GIRL. | K.BAKUGOU.

OCT 29TH. KATSUKI BAKUGOU + POSSESIVE SEX.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. your best friend’s girlfriend doesn’t like you, but can you really blame her? i mean, you’re perfect ! pretty, smart, likeable and you have her boyfriend wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.

ৎ୭ wc. 12222.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, dark content, college!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem!reader, best friend!bakugou, spit!kink, slight!manipulation,  dub-con, cheating, thigh-riding, handjobs, cherry chasing, recording, cumplay,  tummy bulges, possesive sex, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. happy friday everyone!! ah!! my final day of kinktober! i’d like to thank everyone who read and were excited for my fics, it’s honestly been really fun taking part in kinktober this year and hopefully i’ll join the next! i guess you could call this the grand finale, until the mikey fic comes along, but for now thank you and please enjoy <3 ( also i finished writing this at 6am today so i apologise if it’s riddled with typos !! )

ৎ୭ now playing. tonight - doja cat ft eve.

katsuki bakugou’s been your best friend since as long as you can remember.

your mothers had always been close, kept in contact after they graduated and reunited when word spread they’d be having babies around the same time. katsuki, of course, came first— nothing could ever beat him and you always followed, popping out just months later.

just like your parents, you went through everything together. took your first bubble bath side by side, learned to crawl in unison— stood tall and walked in tune with one another. you’d punched out bakugou’s first wobbly tooth in first grade and he’d comforted you after you cried on your first day of school.

you were completely and utterly inseparable.

joined at the hip, you picked each other for every team in middle school and studied together for every honours class test in high school and when crushes came into play, bakugou never once looked away from you. ‘why the fuck would i need other girls when i have you?’ he’d say, lips pulled into a toothy smirk, vermillion eyes bright and mischievous as he’d try to shove whatever spicy hellish concoction he’d made for his bento that day, down your throat.

and gradually, whenever katsuki looked at you, a warm feeling would blossom in your chest— he made you feel like the only girl in the world, like you were his favourite girl.

people always told you how cute you were together, katsuki bakugou and his sweet little girlfriend yn…and you’d believe them. doodled his name in every one of your notebooks, hearts over the ‘i’ and your future children’s names scrawled in loopy font underneath. there was no one more perfect for your best friend than well…you.

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