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bunnions · 5 months ago

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EATING (BIRTHDAY) CAKE ⊹ ࣪ ˖🍰₊˚⊹♡ synopsis: who said you can't have your cake and eat it too?

pairing: bakugo x gn!reader wc: 1.6k words cw: pro hero!au, nsfw, smut, rimming (male receiving), ass play, there’s quite a bit of teasing but the whole vibe is very soft and playful, reader is leading and being a little shit. a/n: today’s my birthday and this is my gift to myself. wanted a different kind of cake this year hehe. enjoy if this is your piping hot cup of tea! also shoutout to @/zorosdimples for having some bomb ass eating fics and giving me booty brain rot.

Bakugo can’t keep his breathing even no matter how hard he tries. Years of being a Pro Hero, countless hours spent training at the gym, working stealth missions overseas, should have prepared him for anything. Anything but you. His breath puffs out past his lips, dragged out in a sputtered gasp as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He’s panting. Pathetically. Broken.

And you have the fucking audacity to pull away with a soft pop and an even softer, “You doing okay, baby?”

His eyes roll in annoyance this time. So dramatic. You swallow the laugh bubbling up your throat and instead peer down the line of his spine where you meet his lidded (and very annoyed) gaze over his shoulder. His thick, corded thighs quiver as you smooth a palm gently down, tracing the line of his inner thigh down to the crook of his knee. Your lovely, flushed boyfriend. Head down, chest pressed against your shared bed, and clenching ass propped up on wobbly knees for your pleasure. And your pleasure alone.

Afterall, this is your birthday present.

“You okay? Should I stop?” you ask again. Gentle. Patient. But Bakugo can hear the underlying shit-eating grin between each syllable. It lights something sinister in the pit of his stomach, makes his balls tighten up in anticipation.

“S’fine,” he grunts out, gaze steeled against yours. The admission lights up your face and that makes him feel so hot. His cheeks burn, chest tightening up with affection, and he won’t can’t look away. “Keep going.”

You wiggle a little in a happy dance. Even from behind, you’re softening him up in more ways than one. Still, he doesn’t miss the sinful glint in your eye.

Your pink tongue darts out to swipe against the plush of your bottom lip and unconsciously the blond mirrors the action. He can almost taste himself on you. Dating for a couple years means he knows every contour of your body, what makes you squeal, how your expression contorts as you cum repeatedly on his fat cock. You thought it unfair; asked for an “experience” rather than a physical gift. And Bakugo lacks the strength to say no when you ask so pretty: Kats, can I eat you out for my birthday this year?

So, here you both are. Pro Hero Dynamight displayed in the most vulnerable position he’s ever been in, and you drooling from behind like some god damn villain.

“C-Can you spread yourself for me?” your voice gives way to the debauched excitement you’ve tried to keep at bay.

The darkest crimson flushes like a tidal wave from the crown of his cheeks, to his ears, down his neck, and settling in the valley of his shoulder blades. You don’t miss how his puckered, shiny hole clenches around nothing or the way his thick cock bobs between his legs. Pre drips from the tip, staining the sheets, and you can’t help but dip down to lick his cockhead for a quick taste.

“Fuck!” Bakugo groans, the light stimulation almost too much. It’s the first bit of contact you’ve allowed his cock all day. He hears you hum, savoring the taste of his precum, and he cringes as his cock twitches again and again and again. At this point, even he can’t tell if he’s annoyed to hell and back or impatient for more. “F-fuckin’ hurry up.”

Gnarled hands reach back to take each toned ass check in a firm grip, fingers spreading himself as he buries his face and embarrassment into a pillow.

You coo, all sweet and syrupy. “Katsuki, you’re so pretty back here. Look so tasty!” You giggle to yourself and his hole winks in response. You place one hand on top of his for leverage and watch a shiver visibly race down his spine. You wet your lips once more, “Thanks for the best birthday present, baby,” before diving in.

Years of training, of control, of near perfection, crumble instantly as your pretty tongue laps at the rim of his asshole, already softened from the first round of licks and sucks. He can’t control the grunts and moans spilling from kiss-bitten lips. You’re the devil incarnate, he thinks, as you gleefully and sadistically press past the first ring of tight muscle. Your tongue wiggling in and invading the part of himself he’s only had enough courage to explore quietly once or twice, in the dark of his bedroom, long before you first met.

Bakugo didn’t like how it made him feel, at least alone. Suddenly so exposed and vulnerable. A pleasure that felt so foreign and intense and taboo.

But here, with you, it feels different.

Molten lava pours through his veins. He’s sweating, gasping and biting into the feather down pillow to try and stifle the lewd noises his mouth has zero control over. His body and heart have softened enough to spasm around your tongue. The world spins backwards if he focuses too closely on the feeling of your soft lips kissing the sensitive skin lining his hole, or the way you breathe out through your nose as you focus solely on wringing him dry. Something warm knots in his chest, the air heavy with how small and shy your attention makes the Pro feel. Suddenly aware of your nails digging into the top of his hand and into the flesh of his ass, the slight sting drips pleasure through up and down his body like hot honey. Your tongue lashing against his hole, moans vibrating through him and lodging straight into the gray matter of his brain.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. F –

“Fuuuck, fuckfuck, f-fuck,” oh that’s his voice – loud and keening. You make a contented sound and let your tongue drag out of his pulsating hole only to drip down to his balls and suck. Bakugo’s toes curl as his back arches from the unexpected stimulation. But it’s not enough.

Without thinking, his hips push back desperately and he spreads himself even further, blunt nails digging into the flesh of his ass. Angry red marks direct your mouth back to the center of your present.

You kiss his right cheek, bite at the seam of his thigh, and drag your tongue back to his sopping hole. The pretty blond is moaning openly now, rutting against your face, drowning in the pleasure of being stretched open, feeling you invade him, you moving inside him. Spit dribbling down his cock and balls to mix with the steady stream of precum soaking your sheets.

The movement of your plush lips sloppily making out with his puckered rim has him reeling, hard nipples rubbing against silk sheets, setting his blood on fire.

“A-ah, fuck, baby,” Bakugo can hardly speak. The knot in his stomach tightening, all the blood in his head rushing elsewhere. “Wait ‘m g’na. Fuck.. It’s too – babe, w-wait –”

He knows the safe word. You noisily suck on his hole again. The squelching sends your boyfriend into a tailspin. His balls are impossibly tight, dick throbbing in time to your cruel tongue licking and sucking and thrusting. It’s absolute sin the way he can feel your lips curl into a smirk. Voice muffled by his gyrating ass, “S’okay, b’by. Y’gna cum f’me?” Like a fucking siren.

He feels both your hands leave the globes of his cheeks and barely manages to catch one with his hand. You don’t miss a beat and link your fingers through his, rubbing your thumb against his hand soothingly, while the other reaches between his legs to grab his weeping cock – starting with the head. Bakugo nearly chokes.

“Cum for me, pretty boy.” Your voice is barely a whisper, thick with desire.

And your mouth is back on him in a flash. Tongue thrusting as deep as it can go, soft hand pumping his cock with a mixture of your sweet spit and his precum. Synchronous in movement, your mouth and hand drag the lewdest moan out of him. A sound that doesn’t match his glistening muscles, his thick and strained neck, the hand (leagues larger than your own) desperately holding on like a lifeline. The delicate thread in his stomach snaps as a powerful orgasm rips through him, almost violent with the way you grip him and simultaneously suck and wiggle your tongue in his ass.

Bakugo cums like an animal, cum shooting straight down into the puddle soaked sheets, wordless and moaning as if he were in heat. Your mouth is literal sin as you slurp at his clenching hole with fervor, riding out his bliss for as long as possible. Hand pumping up and down until he squeezes your hand, still firmly in his grasp.

You finally relent when his moans quiet to labored breathing. He flops onto his back and hides behind an arm, trying to regain some semblance of control over his panting, swallowing to soothe his sore throat. Bakugo dares to look at you only when he hears you shift a little on the other side of the bed. His curiosity would be the end of him.

He swallows the thick lump in his throat, watching you with dark crimson eyes, as you drag a finger through his cum and bring it to your lips. You pop it into your mouth and groan. The sound is too sincere for Bakugo to scoff at. If anything, the scene kicks his softening cock back to life, as he watches the tongue that was just inside him savor his heady taste. As your eyes meet, you grin – something mischievous and full of love.

His cum is thick and creamy. The perfect icing to your perfect birthday cake.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

#the spirit took hold of me with both hands #fr this came out of me like a parasite #wiggling and with a mind of its own #anyway enjoy !!#bun.writes #char.katsuki #ship.bakubun #navi.fanfic #type.spicy #type.butts #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #katsuki smut #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader

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moneyndior · 9 months ago

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୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ treat me like a fool.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH, you trace your thumb over luke’s scar while sitting on his lap.

tags/warnings: gn!reader—besides mentions of you being pretty.(anyone can be pretty, however.)you sitting on his lap?? idk… loser!luke slipping thru☺️🥰. reader’s cabin is unspecified/not mentioned, both of you being the same amount of whipped for each other. TINY ASS BLURB‼️

ೃauthor notes⁀➷: so what if i can’t stop thinking about this. i am literally just a girl who wants luke in ways that would send me to the looney bin in 1940’s. also, tumblr, pls post this i’m so srs.

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“you’re so pretty, luke.”

you mumbled, your legs on either side of him. the two of you sat in your cabin, the fact that your siblings aren’t around is a miracle. a miracle you two take advantage of.

luke looked up at you, a look of admiration written all over his face. his expression was softened, his lips slightly parted as his eyes seemed to slowly taken in every part of you like you were gonna disappear.

luke’s grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly. he hummed quietly before kissing your forehead.

luke always thought you were pretty, how you got even prettier up close is a mystery not even the gods above can figure out.

“you’re prettier than i’ll ever be.”

“yeah?”

you ask, cupping his cheek gently. you always admired his scar, a permanent medal of glory is what you thought of it as. as lightly as possible, you traced said scar with your thumb.

luke felt his face get hot and his mind go blank for a second. he watched as your eyes shifted away from his and toward your hand and his scar. as much as he wanted to do the same—luke couldn’t bring himself to not look at you.

you stared at him with the type of admiration he could only dream of, like he was the only boy in the world. luke couldn’t imagine a life where someone like you loved him the same way he loved you.

it’s mind blowing that it happened to him in this lifetime and not some other one. fate was a wonderful thing, thank the moirai for this.

luke put his hand over the one that was tracing his scar, bringing your hand down slightly. he turned his head just enough to gently kiss the palm of your hand. planting one, two, and three kisses in the same spot repeatedly.

“yeah. the prettiest.”

#— LUKE CASTELLAN #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson x reader #luke castellan blurb #luke castellan imagine #i have thoughts about this man all the time #he’s a fking parasite jn my mind that wont leave #charlie bushnell the man that u are🥰🥰😍😍

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