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akeijies · 4 years

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boba ( armin a. x reader )

word count: 1.5k ( oh my )

contains: established relationship, slight fem!dom,

summary: n/a

author’s note: this is just a little thingy i wanted to dedicate to @junisfics, because they’re amazing and she inspired me to get back into the writing community ( amongst other people as well ) and just wanted to give back to her ✨(っ◔︣◡◔᷅)っc(◕︣◡◕᷅c)✨

it’s not out of the ordinary to hear a sound on repeat, especially on tiktok. however, it is a little odd to hear it almost ten times back to back without any reaction.

so when the notification reads “you have received a message” you’re quick to open to see who it’s from— even though you really already know. the familiar audio plays in the kitchen, loud enough to cover the music that was coming from the radio, so you know armin can hear it from where he is in the next room.

you can’t help the smile that slips onto your face as you watch the video again, it’s someone saying how their two moods consist of ‘wanting to get boba’ and ‘wanting to get railed so hard they cry’. knowing armin, you now know exactly why it played so many times and you can just imagine him thinking of a message to send with it.

ultimately, he settles on a ‘yeah’, followed by another message with the wide-eyed, blushing emoji. so very him.

when you tiptoe over to the threshold of your shared bedroom, you find armin fiddling with the pages of his book, the tips of his ears kissed red and he looks as if he is trying to remain focused on the book in his hands.

knocking on the wall, a little laugh escapes you when armin startles, book falling into his lap and your heart swells at the little pout his lips form when he sees he’s lost his place. “i’ve gotta step out for a little bit but i’ll be right back, okay?” armin places a post-it note in-between his lost pages and shoots you a smile, seeing you off. you don’t miss how his cheeks are still the softest pink.

an hour later when you walk through the front door, you see that armin has moved to the couch in the living room, the book now in his lap while he taps away on his phone. he smiles at you as you lay your jacket across the back of the couch.

noticing that there were not any shopping bags with you armin raises a brow and his phone clicks as it locks. “did you get what you needed?” armin asks as he pats the spot next to him on the couch, in lieu of asking you to sit down.

humming in agreement, you shake the cup of boba bringing it to his attention. armin reaches a hand out as if asking for a sip, but instead of handing it to him, you reach down and move the book from his lap to the spot he previously patted. armin moves back on the couch, readjusting himself before you lower yourself onto his lap, straddling him.

armin’s hands rest on your hips once you’re settled and he gives them a squeeze when you tilt the boba towards him. pretty lips wrapping around the straw, you watch as it fills with color and you move slightly in his lap which brings his attention back to you and you can’t help the smile that comes across your lips- or the teasey tone that laces itself into your voice.

“are you still in the mood?”

confusion flickers in his eyes and it takes a couple of seconds for him to understand what you mean. armin sputters on around the straw, the blush forming on his cheeks spreads across his ears and down his neck. his tongue darts out to swipe at his lip, only for you to tilt the straw deeper into his mouth. armin takes it, his gulp audible.

you hold the cup with one hand while the other plays with the hairs at the nape of his neck- you can feel the shiver that it sends down his spine and the pads of your fingers brush against the goosebumps that form in their wake.

adjusting yourself on his lap, you can feel his growing erection through his pants. smirking to yourself you use the hand that’s playing in his hair to tug on it, tilting his head back, hearing the straw ‘pop’ as it leaves his mouth, the short string of saliva breaking as you bare his neck.

“you wanted this right, baby?” you whisper into his ear, sucking and licking at the sensitive spot just below it. you can feel him growing harder beneath you and it takes so much in you not too grind down against him, you can feel the heat thats been pooling in your stomach seep down between your legs and you realize just how much you want armin panting and whining, with the biggest tears threatening to roll down his cheeks.

the hand thats in his hair tightens before moving to the front of his throat, and you hear the feint bubble of a whimper before you walk two fingers uphill neck and to his lips watching them fall apart welcoming your fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them and this time a low moan escapes him, as his eyes flutter and his breathing picks up, his chest heaving as if he was holding his breath.

you press your fingers flat against his tongue bringing his face back to level with yours. his eyes open, pupils blown, sky blue clouded, appearing more and more like an oncoming storm.

he sucks on your fingers again trying to keep eye contact with you. it’s precious seeing how affected he is by this, how desperate he is, while seeming so grateful to even have the chance to be touched by you.

boba still in hand, you take a sip, watching as armin’s eyes clear up slightly, zoning in on your lips. you swirl your tongue around the straw, pulling out another small whine from him, you can feel him suck on your fingers harder. each swirl around your fingers sends a wave of heat straight to your core and you can’t help by grind down onto him. he chokes on a gasp, releasing your fingers. you grind down onto his cock again as you bring your finger to your mouth, saliva now strung between your lips and his.

“p-please”

this is your favorite part. he’s always so shy about it— voice barely above a whisper, you feel his begging more than you hear it, the slight crack in his voice , breath ghosting over your lips.

your thumb slips into his mouth and your eyes focus on the pretty pink lips that close around it. you can feel your heart swell at seeing his cheeks hollow out. you almost give him everything right then and there- the idea of him fucking himself onto you, the deepest red that spreads from his cheeks to his chest. the pink that tickles the shell of his ears that seems to grow brighter with every stroke of his cock and declaration of praise. you lose yourself in the whines and hiccupy moans that hazily seep past his lips— he same lip that bares his bottom teeth as you slowly pull your thumb from his mouth.

moving beneath you, trying to create some (any) friction against the warmth in his lap, armin rolls his hips to grind against your ass and you’re tempted to place your hands on his shoulders and meet him halfway, simply to see his eyes grow dark with want

“please what?”, you taunt— knowing the answer but still just needing to hear his soft, pretty voice say the words. needing to see the color taint his cheeks just a little bit darker.

he can’t even meet your eyes when he fiddles with the hem of your shirt “you know…” his voice already barely above a whisper.

“i do?”, you let your fingers find their way under his shirt teasing the skin just above the waistband of his pants and you revel in the little hitch in his breath and the way his stomach quiver. “how can i know what you want if you don’t say it?” your right hand slips under the waistband of his underwear and you palm against his cock— loving the way he tenses, feeling his dick twitch in his pants. “you’re so hard,” there’s amusement and the tiniest bit of wonder in your voice— as if you haven’t been teasing him this whole time.

ghosting your nails down his length and thumb at the slit, smearing the cum on his tip. you send armin a smile that contrasts the blown out look in your eyes when he hisses through his teeth.

he’s holding back. bottom lip taken between his teeth and blue eyes fluttering shut, chest still with the breath he’s keeping in.

you chuckle on an exhale “breathe, baby.” and armin shoots you a look like ‘how am i supposed to breathe when this is happening right now’ but he does— slowly, body relaxing as much as it can while being under your touch, your heat. you.

“good.” your fingers wrap around his cock, giving it a firm tug. loving the whine it pulls from him. “you should save it for all those adorable moan filled sobs i’ll have pouring out of you in a little bit”

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sweetwriters · 3 years

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Dear @junisfics,

Your work is amazing and it always inspired me to keep writing! You are amazing too :)

With love, anon.

#💌 — for junisfics from anon!

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kurokoros · 4 years

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i just wanted to let you know that you're so incredibly talented. your work literally inspires me to become a better writer. i actually have no words for the way your words make me feel. never stop writing, you have a gift

Oh. Okay, I’m going to try not to get super emotional right now, because it’s almost 3am and I’m starting to get sappy. First of all, thank you for this sweet message! I’ve actually been in a rut with my writing, and haven’t been feeling very good about it lately, so I really appreciate comments like this <3

I always feel really conceited when I get excited about people saying I’ve inspired them in some way, but I really am glad that my writing can have that kind of impact on people. That’s something I never would have thought was possible a decade ago when I started writing stories.

Thank you.

#seriously. thank you #this is probably the nicest and most encouraging thing someone has said to me since I fell into this slump #alisha babbles #junisfics

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hrina · 4 years

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you're so talented. i'm so so in awe with your writing.

thank u so much beloved 🥺🥺

#junisfics

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junibugs · 9 months

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Luvvvv how do I get to ur retired masterlist?? Idk if that’s what’s it’s called but the page where you have a bunch of works and dabbles😭😭 I’m new to tumblr so idk how anything works yet

hi! you can find it on my old page @junisfics for future reference

but i got it right here for u!

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inkykeiji · 4 years

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i'm literally shaking in anticipation of part three of bmb. i absolutely am obsessed with the series. you're SPOILING us with 27k, but i am so grateful for it. give yourself a break after this bubba... you've been working so hard. you deserve it. 🤎🤎🤎

AAAAAH I SAW UR TAGS N UR LIL RESPONSE EHEHE THANK YOU SO MUCH <33333

aw please you’re so so so sweet to me, thank you for caring about my well-being 🥺🥺 i will/i am, i promise!! i hope you are treating yourself with the same kindness you treat me with <333

#YOU'RE SO LOVELY #AAAAAAAH #JUST #THANK U SO MUCH #and i'm so glad that u enjoyed part three!!#and that it evoked such emotion in you!!!#i hope you're having a fantastic wednesday #please keep yourself safe and take good care of yourself #drink ur water n rest well <33 #clari gets mail #junisfics

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tommuimui · 4 years

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Our Valentine’s Day omakase dinner with wine paring from jū•ni! #juni #junisf #omakase #sushi #valentines #dinner (at San Francisco, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLTPdhjBlP5/?igshid=7e78iujgw3o9

#juni #junisf #omakase #sushi #valentines #dinner

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junisfics · 4 years

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1:44 AM* — Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Fuckboy! Eren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You and Eren's relationship status has always been up in the air... but you'll always be the one he texts in the middle of the night looking to get his dick wet

Content: Unestablished Relationship, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18 + (Breeding Kink)

minors can read, but please don't interact (like, comment, reblog)

you hear your phone buzz a few times beside you, vibrating and shifting around on the wood of the nightstand as you turn yourself over to grab it.

‘come over’ ‘y/n, please’

two messages from eren jaeger. 1:44 in the morning. and although his messages were vague, you knew exactly what he wanted. it was the same thing he always wanted.

you sigh, unplugging your phone and rolling over to your back. if you were to scroll up, all the messages ever sent between you two would mirror the ones that were sent only moments ago. and even though you hated how he was using you to his own satisfaction, you could never tell him no.

‘now?’ you reply, but you already know the answer.

‘yes’ ‘need you so bad’

his response sends butterflies erupting in your stomach and makes your face grow hot. you know it was a manipulation tactic, saying ‘you’ instead of ‘it. he had handfuls of other girls that would be more than willing to fulfill his late night needs. but it still makes your heart swell, it makes you feel special.

you slip out from under your sheets, swinging your legs over the side of your bed and tugging off your sweatpants and panties to replace them with pretty baby blue ones and a pair of light grey cotton shorts. you do the same with your tee-shirt, trading it for navy, straight-bottomed sweatshirt that was your dad’s in college.

you take a moment to brush your teeth before slipping on some shoes, grabbing your keys, and getting in your car to drive halfway across town to eren’s complex.

over time, eren has used his living-alone situation very much to his advantage. he’s also used his good looks to his advantage. so whenever he wants, he finds a girl, brings her home, and fucks her senseless until she comes crawling back for more.

but as much as they beg, eren almost never ever gives them seconds. and up until his sophomore year in college, there were only five other girls that he’d gotten with more than once. and until he met you, there was no one else who was consistently getting with him.

you had met him at a party, fucked him in his car, then expected it to be a one night stand type thing. but not even four days later, an unknown number had texted you asking to meet up again. and it was eren.

and ever since that party over a year ago, the hookups were consistently inconsistent. sometimes eren would want you twice a day, everyday, for a week straight. and sometimes he would go a month without messaging you.

and it made you so happy but so hurt at the same time; to have to go without him, someone you've fallen so badly in love with, for so long hurt terribly, but to always have him coming back for you made you swell with pride.

the moment you rap your knuckles against his door, it's swung open. and behind the door stands a shirtless and visibly flustered eren. his face was blushed red and his chest was heaving with every heavy inhale he took.

the moment he can get ahold of you, he does. eren grabs your arms and yanks you inside, only to close the door then press you up against it with his lips on yours.

you can't help but giggle against his lips, "well, hello to you too"

but eren responds by leaning down to grab your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing your back up against the door and kissing you harder.

as surprising as it was, this wasn't new. eren has his moments where he would just want a quick fuck and that's all, he'd skip the small talk and just bend you over.

you can already feel his cock hard against the inside of your thigh, pressing through his sweatpants and grinding against you. you wonder how long he was like this before he texted you...

you let your hands come up to hold his face in your hands as you kiss him back, matching his desperation. your tongues are already sliding against each other, licking into your open mouths and swallowing down and escaping moans.

he was so desperate, so so desperate, you could almost feel his body trembling with arousal and desire. his grip was borderline painful, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs and his teeth were knocking against your own. it was so rushed, so primal.

he pulls you off the door, still holding you against him and his face still in your hands as he blindly finds his way to his bedroom and drops you onto the bed, your back hits the mattress

eren crawls over you again, taking your neck in his right hand gently as he kisses you once more.

he grinds his hips against yours, sliding his clothed cock over your cunt, dragging the weight of it over your clit until you're whimpering at the sensation.

his left hand slides lower, down your torso and to your hip to grab ahold of your waistband.

"off, off now." he mutters, pushing at the fabric until you aid him in sliding it down your thighs.

once your shorts are off, he pushes his own pants just below his hips and frees his cock. he had went commando, no boxers, no briefs, no nothing under those sweatpants.

and once again you're wondering, 'how long has he been like this' and 'what was he doing before this'... but you know the answer.

his fingers on one hand nimbly grab the inner crease of your panties, pulling them aside while the other hand braces by your head as he slides the head of his cock through your accumulated arousal.

he only lets it slide over your clit a few times to watch you twitch beneath him before he brings it back down to your entrance and pushes inside you with one steady thrust.

"fuck me," he spits, head dropping forward to watch the way your hips tilt into his thrust. his hand beside your head hastily grabs the hem of your sweatshirt to push the waist of it up past your tits before coming back down next to you.

"oh my god," you whine, your right hand coming up to grab the wrist of his now planted hand, your other holding your sweater up your chest for him.

he could fuck you stupid every goddamn day of your life and you'd still never get used to the feeling of his cock filling you.

his arm shakes under the pressure of holding him up, and really only then does it hit you how badly he needed you.

"how — how long were you like this?" you breathe, circling your hips against his, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

"so fucking long. you have no idea what you do to me. 'was thinking about fucking you all day — god. m'fucking hand wasn't enough." he grunts, pulling himself out of you real slow, savoring the your cunt grips him, "the others weren't enough... needed you."

you can only let out a shaky moan at his response. it made your entire body run a degree hotter than it already was. never before has he so openly voiced his thoughts about you outside of sex, never before told you that he's thought about you while jerking himself off.

he slides his cock back in again, a low groan bubbling up from his throat as he does so. he'll never get over the way your body shakes as he reaches his hilt.

"yeah?" you encourage him to keep talking, wanting to hear him admit it again — needing to hear how much he wanted you, was desperate for you.

"fuck, yeah. you're the only one who takes my cock so well, they — god — they don't squeeze me the way you do." he groans, jaw dropping open as he finally picks up his pace

every thrust he takes he slightly increases his speed until his hips are slapping against yours and sending your pretty tits back and forth.

eren doesn't know where to look. he's stuck between watching your face melt in pleasure, watching your pretty little cunt stretch around his cock, or watching your pretty tits bounce in front of him. god you were so perfect for him.

"'s why i keep coming back to you," he pants, his free hand taking your jaw in his grasp as he brings his forehead against yours, "wanna be inside you forever, wanna see your stupid pretty face forever, wanna hear you beg for me forever."

"eren —" you cry, so overwhelmed both physically and mentally. you look into his beautiful jade eyes, watching his pupils dialate with lust — love — as he continues to fuck himself into you

"want this pussy to be mine, 's gonna be mine, y/n. you're gonna be mine." he says, his hold on your jaw growing tighter as he keeps pushing into you over and over and over.

"please, please — wanna be yours" you choke out these pathetic broken sobs that make eren's hearth ache so wonderfully. there were tears swelling on your lash line.

it was pathetic how wound up he's got you in minutes, but the way he's filling you, the way he's talking to you... it's all too too much

"love this cunt —" he breathes, eyes flitting to watch himself fill you, "love your pretty tits, love you. god, i love you — fuck — let me fill you, 'need to fill you, let me cum inside please."

your heart hurts. it hurt so fucking bad but so fucking god. it was all caught in your throat, swelling and choking you up.

you can only nod in his hand, those tears drip past your lashes and stream hot down your cheeks, "please, please cum inside, fill me up. make me yours, eren, i love you — 'always loved you"

your voice is raspy and you can barely hear yourself, but eren hears you. eren hears your confession and it sends him over the edge, and with a low groan, he pushes himself to the hilt and spills his release inside you

"god, yes," your moans are broken as you cum around his cock, squeezing him so nice and milking him of everything he's got

and your release is more than physical. it feels like a dam has broken over, been flooded and poured out to him. you were holding it in for so goddamn long and it's out.

eren holds you against him, holding you so tight because now he's got you.

#eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren yeager smut #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x reader smut #eren smut #eren x reader #eren x reader smut #4k

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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On Your Tongue (Bakugou x Reader)

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Bakugou likes to cum on your tongue.

Content Warnings: Finger choking, face fucking, cumplay, fingering, breeding, overstimulation, edging, praise, degradation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, established relationship, spanking (once), cockwarming, aged-up characters

Word Count: 4.5k

A/n: Thank you to @junisfics for beta-reading this bad boy. *rings dinner bell*

Bakugou’s always been the possessive type. It’s in his nature, to win, to take everything he can. Why should he be any different with you?

To be fair, it wasn’t even your fault, what happened. He knew that, which is why you’ve got it easier today than if you’d deliberately tried to make him jealous. He just didn’t like their eyes, the way they looked at you in your outfit. Didn’t they get the message? You were wearing his merchandise. It was shameless, the way their eyes drank you in like you were some fucking animal, pissed him off.

You were his. No one else could have you. So when he brought you home after spoiling you rotten, buying you clothes and jewelry and feeding you until you were stuffed full with sweets and treats, he pushed you against the wall, breath fanning out across the base of your neck as he hung his head low.

“You look pretty today.” He muttered, lips brushing against the skin of your neck as your breath caught in your throat. “Caught some eyes.”

“Thank you, Katsu.” You responded, laughing faintly as you tilted your head down to try and look at him. Your hand found its way into his hair, trying to coax him from whatever thoughts were running in his mind.

His lips worked at your neck, tried to suck deep purple marks into it, tongue working gentle circles across each bruise he left. “You’re mine though, yeah?” Bakugou’s voice dropped an octave, hands finding a harsh grip on your hips as he pushed you further against the wall.

Your lips dropped open at the tone of his voice, hips bucking slightly as he kissed at your sweet spot, earning himself a whine that dropped directly to the pit of his stomach, cock pulsing in his pants. “Mhm, m’yours. All yours.”

“Gonna let me fuck you like you are then?” Bakugou’s lips worked up to your jaw, kissing along the soft flesh until he reached the corner of your mouth before pulling back. You met his crimson gaze, his eyes low lidded as he posed his next question. “Wanna remind you exactly who you belong to. Gonna be good n let me?”

You whined in response, nodding as he watched your brows pinch together before dipping down to bring his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss. He licked into your mouth, tongue flat as he pushed past your lips and let his tongue roll against yours. Bakugou’s finger dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him and holding you pinned against the wall.

It had a rush of arousal flooding your cunt, panties dampening with each languid lick into your mouth, his pace picking up gradually until he was practically devouring you in a sloppy kiss.

Truth being told, you liked it when he got possessive. It gave you moments like this, moments where you could knot your hands in his hair and lose yourself in the taste of his tongue. You liked the way his rough, calloused fingers coasted up the side of your body before resting where your neck meets your jaw and tilting your head up so he can lick deeper into your mouth.

Katsuki was like this between your legs too, pulling you onto him so he could tongue fuck you just how you liked it, just how he knew you needed it. With the way his muscle danced in your mouth, twisting with your own and pushing it back until you could do nothing but take it, you could only image what the next few hours would be like as he dragged the pads of his fingers down your neck to finally massage the supple flesh of your breast with a low-seated groan.

He paid attention to each gasp and break in your breathing as he rolled his fingers around the flesh, palming it before swiping his thumb over your hardening nipple, smirking into your mouth at the whine you gave.

“Sensitive today, hm?” He teased, dropping his hand to pull your top off over your shoulders. “That’s unlucky for you because” he paused, admiring the way your tits sat in your bra before unclasping it with a groan, “I don’t plan on going easy.”

You can’t even open your mouth to speak, save for the then don’t, that fell from your lips as he pulled a nipple into his mouth, one hand tweaking the other until it sat pert on your chest. Bakugou’s eyes watched you, watched the way your expressions contorted as he bit down on your nipple, smirking at the yelp that creeped past your lips. He ran his fingers over the mounds, standing up tall and pushing against you again, this time rutting his prominent hard-on against your leg.

“See what you did? Just the thought of your pretty cunt made me like this.” He growled into your ear, licking the lobe with a flat tongue before biting down on it, his hands wandering down until he was cupping your cunt.

You rolled your hips against him, once, then twice, before he pulled away with a click of his tongue. “Taste me first, hm? If you’re good I’ll reward you, breed you like the bitch you are, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you. My good fuckin’ slut.”

Fuck, he had the dirtiest mouth, leaving you whining as he put a large hand on your shoulder and pushed you to your knees in front of him. You were jello, positively stupid for him already. Something about his commanding presence made you want to kneel to him, keen and primp yourself just for the chance to touch him.

And you were right to do it, because when his cock sprung free from his boxers, thick and heavy with arousal, you salivated. It pooled in your mouth and dripped around the sides of your tongue as you swallowed, watching the way he languidly pumped himself, head resting on his shoulder.

He was just watching you, watching you through those angry, low lidded crimson eyes that sent heat to your core.

“Quiet now? You were awful chatty only a moment ago.” He presses the head of his cock to your lips until you roll your tongue out, letting him rub the head of it against you with mild pressure. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

He pulls his cock from your mouth, stroking himself again with a forceful fist, moving all the way from the base to the tip as his head rolls back so he’s facing the ceiling. It was almost cruel, the way he laughed at his quip and watched the way your eyebrows knitted up into an expression he could only describe as pure desperation.

“Gonna have to ask for it.” He stated.

You didn’t hesitate, pulling yourself from your desperate, clouded haze and opening your mouth to speak. No, it wasn’t speaking, it was begging. “Let me take your cock down my throat. Want your cum, Katsu. Fuck, please let me taste you.”

Bakugou let out something between an incredulous laugh and a moan before muttering perfect fucking slut and placing his cock onto your tongue before sliding into the wet heat of your throat. It made him tremble, made him lose his mind the second he felt how you struggled to breathe taking all of him like that. You moaned around him, thighs shifting on the ground as he pulled all the way out and pushed himself back in, knotting his fingers into your hair for leverage.

He guided you up and down his cock, occasionally pulling all the way out to rub the underside of the head on your tongue, just because he loves the way you look like that, tongue out and pretty for him; so fucking obedient. He swipes his thumb across your lip, spreading the spit over it as he strokes himself with a full fist, knuckles tightening around the head with each pull.

And then he’s fucking your face, holding you by the hair as he slides in and out of your throat, watching the way you struggle to gag on him. Curses tumbled from his lips, eyebrows knit together as he watched his good fucking girl take his entire cock, even if it made her cry, even if it stained her pretty cheeks with tears. Fuck, he wanted to watch you choke, wanted to fucking ruin your mouth, your body, until you couldn’t take anyone but him.

“M’the only one who gets to fuck this pretty mouth of yours.” He groaned, eyes screwing shut while he fucked your face with a sinful squelching noise, a broken sob leaving you in response. You were too turned on to think, too painfully aware of the throbbing between your legs as he took what he wanted. “Fuck, s’mine. No one else is gonna f-fuckin’ touch you. All- fuckin’- mine.”

Bakugou punctuates his words with thrusts of his hips, pulling at your hair to get deeper, to take more. He wouldn’t stop till he came, wouldn’t stop till he was ready to ruin your mouth and then after that’d he’d ruin your cunt, ruin your pretty little pussy because it was fucking his.

And it wouldn’t take long. Today he was wound up, so fucking tense from watching you be oggled, watching the way men and women alike followed the curves of your figure until you’d vanished from sight. Fuck, just the thought of the fact that you were his threatened to have him spilling, his anger and arousal mingling into a delicious combination that had him wanting to paint you white.

He slows down his thrusts, breath rising in pitch and speed as he gets close, jaw tensing and untensing as he rubbed the head of his cock against your tongue.

One thing about Bakugou, he likes to cum on your tongue. Not down your throat, not on your tits, right on your tongue. First, because he always cums hard as fuck when he does and second, he likes the way his cum looks on your tongue, coating the pink muscle. It scratched an itch, pinching your cheeks together so your lips are parted in a pout and he can see just how well he ruined that slut mouth of yours. Made something in him break, made him want to fuck the ever-living shit out of you.

Maybe it’s the possessive part of him that likes the way it mixed with your spit, or maybe it’s just him being a bit sadistic at watching how desperately you wanted to swallow it. He didn’t let you though, instead, he told you to open up and show him before sliding two thick fingers past your puffy red lips. Bakugou fucked your mouth slow with his fingers, feeling the way his cum coats them before making you gag, pressing on the back of your tongue to get you salivating for him. He’d already ruined your mouth with his cock, but watching the way you sat politely on your knees, thighs shifting with arousal while he stood over you with his fingers down your throat, made him want to destroy every part of you.

You could feel how calloused his fingers were on your tongue, sliding in and out easier and easier as they became covered in his cum and your spit. It was sinful, the way the mixture spilled from your lips with each outward pull until it started to slowly drip down your chin. His chest heaved as he watched you, eyes low lidded while he pushed his fingers to gag you over and over again.

Bakugou couldn’t get enough of this look in your eyes, glassed over with a sheen of desperation, all too eager for him to fuck that pretty pussy between your legs. He likes the way your eyebrows pull together with each gag, the sound you make on his fingers that in no way compares to how full you sounded being choked by his cock, but satisfied something else in him altogether.

He could keep you here for days, until your knees bruise under your weight and you’re shaking and crying, begging for the heavy weight of his dick between your legs. He’s certainly not above that, but he’ll be nice this time. You’d been so good and you looked so sexy with tears staining your face as he choked you with his pointer and middle finger.

“Pretty like this… stand up.” He pulled you to your feet, fingers still in your mouth before taking them out to show you the disgusting mix on his fingers. “Bet this taste’s good, huh? needs one more thing though."

Then he dipped his fingers to your cunt, pushing your pants and underwear down your thighs, cum and spit mixing with your arousal as he spread it around before pushing two fingers into the tight ring of your cunt with a low groan. He likes the way you keen towards him, babbling a thank you as he pushes his fingers to his knuckles. Not so proud now, all malleable and needy for him, fuck, he loved it. No one else gets to have you like this, definitely not those fucking pricks making eyes at you. Only him.

Bakugou ordered you to swallow, leaning in close to your ear while he started to curl his thick fingers inside of you, beckoning you closer while he thought about what you’ll feel like around his cock, pussy flooded with his cum.

Finally he was touching you, relieving the ache in your core from the taste of his cum and the way his cock felt deep in your throat. His fingers pushed against your sweet spot, relieving the dull throb with each curl towards you, pulling you against him with the strength of his forearm. Your knees were buckling under the weight, cunt fluttering around his cum soaked fingers.

“Bet I could get you pregnant like this.” He spoke, pushing his fingers as far as they would go, stretching you open. “Could cum on those pretty hands of yours ‘n make you fuck it into yourself. You’d like that, hm?”

You shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip with a whimper.

“No? Your cunt says otherwise. Grippin’ m’fingers so tight.” Bakugou leaned in so you could feel his smirk brushing against your open lips. “Ya sure you don’t want that?”

You shook your head again, panting across his lips. “Want you, Katsu, not m’fingers. Want yours, n your cock.”

It wasn’t hard for you to be filthy like this, Bakugou knew that about you. He knew that if he teased you just a little bit more, that disgusting mind of yours would take over and you’d spill your guts to him, mumble dirty words into his neck like the slut you are. You were quickly working to the point where if he asked, you’d tell him anything he wanted in detail, even though he already knew. He could feel the way your pussy gripped him with each syllable that fell from your glossy, cum coated lips.

Bakugou kissed you, keeping his fingers moving at their pace, mixing himself with you as he dipped his tongue once again into the cavity of your mouth. He could taste himself, bitter mixed in with the sweet taste of you, spit pooling in his mouth in the sloppy kiss. It’s wet and full of tongue, like he’s cleaning you up, making you share with him.

It drove him crazy, the taste of him on your tongue, made blood rush to his cock once again, hips rutting against yours while he fucked you with his fingers. He wished it was his cock, he wanted to breed you so bad that it made him angry, made a deep seated anger boil in his stomach. He could own you if you had his kid, no one would eye you on the street when they saw how big and round your belly was with his child. They’d know that it was him who knocked you up, him who fucked his cum so deep into you that he gave you a baby.

God, you could taste his desperation, feel it in the way his tongue delved into your mouth with a newfound urgency. You sunk deeper into him, knees wobbling as his fingers brought you closer to an inevitable high, until he’s pulling them from you with a smirk, putting them to your lips. You instinctively lick them clean, tongue swirling around the digits, whining at the feeling of your orgasm being ripped away from you, but also the heavy feeling of the pads of his fingers against your tongue.

“Gonna fuck you.” He groaned into your mouth, your fingers finding his cock and gripping it. His hips twitched in your grasp. “Gonna make you mine again and again and again.”

You whined, fucking whined, like a puppy at the thought, arm wrapping around his neck as he pulled you to the bed so he could take you there and ruin you for anyone else like he always does. He tossed you down onto your back, so you were sat up on your elbows as he pulled his shirt off over his head, crawling onto the foot of the bed so he was face to face with your cunt. His fingers pulled at the fabrics of your panties, fingers slipping around the waist band as he tugged them down, ushering one of your legs out of them so he could spread you open.

Bakugou took two of his fingers, soiled from being inside of you to spread the lips of your cunt open, watching the slick that stuck between them. “So pretty down here too, hm? My pretty, slutty girl.”

You shifted, heat flooding your face as he ran his fingers over you gently, spreading you open every now and then to get a look at the pussy he practically owned. “M’gonna make you feel good now, yeah? You ready, doll?”

Bakugou asked a lot of questions in bed, questions that got your blood stirring in your veins, heart pounding in your ears with arousal. He liked to hear you talk, hear you ask for it or tell him that you want it. He considered it a win, if he could have you begging and writhing for it, talking about how bad you need his cock. But he felt nice today, nice enough to settle for the nod you gave him as blood rushed in your ears.

His mouth was on you in a moment, licking up your slick before he attached his lips to the bud, sucking gently as you tossed your head back. You were already sensitive from being edged, already throbbing from his fingers alone. But his tongue? Fuck, his tongue was making figure eights, little circles across your clit while he sucked delicately on your most sensitive part.

Jesus, he knew you like the back of his hand. You could see it in his eyes, in the way they watched you with an intensity you knew all too well to be smugness. Bakugou knew exactly what he did to you, knew exactly what made you crumble like a sandcastle swept by a wave, steadily rounding at the edges, blurring until you’d lost yourself entirely.

Bakugou’s hands held your thighs open, pushed down against the mattress so you were spread for him. There was no room to squirm, to way to close your legs as he tongued at your sex until you began to tremble beneath him. You shouldn’t have been able to cum so fast. It was embarrassing, how quickly he worked you to an orgasm with his mouth. You could feel it building, stacking block after block in the pit of your stomach, winding and winding until finally, it snapped.

You were blinded, absolutely messy as you trembled beneath him, fighting to close your legs while his tongue continued lapping at your slick, your clit, and your weeping cunt. Bakugou didn’t want you to get away, he wanted to see the tears prick at your eyes because he was just making you feel that good. You were his and this is how he reminded you, with his tongue on your clit and his eyes watching the way your face contorted into an expression of intense pleasure, eyes screwed shut and brows pinched together.

He watched you writhe there for a moment, tongue pressed flat and unmoving against your clit until he licked one more long stripe up you and crawled up and over the hills of your body until his face was over yours.

“Taste.” He mumbled, dipping down to kiss you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. It was covered in your arousal, coated in the slippery, shiny substance. You tasted salty, almost bitter, but it wasn’t bad by any means. In fact, the moan you let slip into Bakugou’s mouth let him know exactly how much you liked it. “S’good right? N’ all mine, yeah?”

“Mhm, all yours.” You mumbled, hands wandering down his back, fingertips dipping into the ridges of his muscles until your hands find his ass, pulling his cock against your pussy with a whimper. “Gonna fuck me now?”

Bakugou let out a low groan into your ear. “Greedy little slut, aren’t ya?” He ran his hand down the curves of your body, pausing to grope at your tit before taking his length in his hand and delivering a few pumps. “Ya want me to fill you up? Fuck ya till you’re stupid?”

You nodded, pulling him against you once again. “Yeah, fuck- Katsu, I need it.”

“Mm, I bet you do.” Bakugou teased, sliding the head of his cock up and down your folds. He slowly pushed it against your clit, rubbing back and forth gently, admiring the way your hips twitched each time he rubbed it over the sensitive bud. “Could cum here again, rubbing my cock against your cunt. Whaddya think, doll?”

You shook your head, whining and bucking your hips. “Katsu no, want you in me. Want you to stretch me out. Please fuck me, please. Fuck me, Katsu.”

Begging always worked. It always did because Bakugou could never resist how fucking desperate you sounded, the way your voice rose in pitched while you begged for him to shut you up with his cock. “So fuckin’- needy.” He spoke, pushing into you inch by inch, slowly stretching you out until his hips were flush against yours, dick kissing your cervix, heavy between your legs.

He pulled out slowly at first before bottoming out with full force, making you yelp out at the stretch of it. You could feel him in your throat, so relieved to finally be full. Full of Katsuki, plugged up with his cock and completely and utterly desperate.

And then he’s fucking you hard. So hard that your body is moving upwards with each thrust, fingernails digging into the skin of his back, his low grunts and moans consuming your senses while the head of his cock rubs deliciously against the sweet spot inside of you. Bakugou’s ruthless, almost angry while he fucks you, taking your arms from his neck and pinning them above you with one hand, muttering a needy bitch while he takes you.

Bakugou takes his other hand, slipping it under the small of your back and arching you so you were partially off the bed, completely at his mercy while he pistons into you.

“So fuckin’ tight. Don’t know how I haven’t completely ruined this slutty hole of yours.” Bakugou grumbled. “Fuck-”

He pulled out quickly, your legs snapping shut and thighs rubbing together to relieve the empty feeling. But he’d flipped you over before you could register it, pushing your face into the mattress and bottoming out once again in you. Your ass was in the air, completely on display for him while he held you down.

“You’re cute back here too, huh?” Bakugou teased, jaw clenched as he watched his cock disappear into you then reemerge, coated in your slick. “Such a whore f’me.”

You moaned, biting down on your bottom lip and turning your head so you could see him. Bakugou’s got his weight shifted backwards, one hand on the back of your head and the other on the curve of your ass. He’s watching the way it bounced with each thrust, fat rippling with each slap of his heavy balls against your clit. Then his eyes met yours in a satisfied smirk, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Gonna have to stop- squeezing me like that, doll.” Bakugou spoke, slapping your ass. “Or are ya gonna cum again?”

It was the second option. You couldn’t help it, he just felt so fucking good buried in your cunt and this angle had him fucking directly into where it felt best. Each thrust added to that pressure, different from before until he snaked his hand around to your front to rub messy circles into your clit.

“Fuck, m’close doll.” He groaned out, feeling the way each sloppy circle around your clit made you clench harder. “S’like you’re tryn’ to suck me in. Christ, you feel amazing.”

Bakugou hardly ever had this much praise for you and it made you keen, made you want to unravel him inside of you. You knew he’d give you what you want, you knew Bakugou couldn’t help but cum inside of you each time he fucked that pretty pussy of yours. It was like second nature, filling you up, getting you pregnant. It’s a miracle you weren’t already. But after tonight, he was sure you would be. He’d stay buried inside of you until he was sure of it.

“Fuck, fuck. Gonna breed you, gonna breed this tight fuckin’ cunt.” He grunted, head falling forward so his body was flush against your back, rutting into you. “M’gonna knock you up. Get you fuckin’- pregnant. Fuck.”

Bakugou came with a heady groan from somewhere deep in his chest, breath picking up in speed and pitch like he always did when he came, babbling almost incoherently about how fucking good you’ll look swollen with his child. You’d expect that Bakugou’s voice would be low when he came, but it was the opposite. His voice was so much higher than usual, breaking when he filled you up with his cum, painting your walls white the way he deserved to.

The feeling of him spilling inside of you, the pulsing of his cock directly against your g-spot had you unravelling next, squirming against the sheets, spreading your fingers while you pushed back against him, milking his cock. Bakugou whimpered over you, head falling backwards while he groaned. “That’s my fuckin’ girl. So fuckin’ good for me. Fuckin’ take it.”

Bakugou delivered a few more harsh, sloppy thrusts before pulling you against him by the waist, staying seated deep within you. He could feel your cunt pulsing inside of him, collapsing onto his side with you pulled close to him. His arms were wrapped firmly around you, palms splaying against your chest while you both fought to catch your breath.

“How’s that for fuckin’ you like I own you?” He asked, smirk creeping up onto his lips as he kissed at the skin of your neck, mouthing at it.

You didn’t respond, instead shuddering in his grasp. Bakugou let out a heady laugh at the way you clenched down on him, eyes screwing shut from how oversensitive he was.

“You keep doin’ that n’ I’m gonna have to fuck you again.” He teased. You did it again.

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