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“you think this shit is funny? you think smirkin’ at me and runnin’ your mouth won’t get you fucked stupid?” he’d snarled low enough that only you could hear.

you hadn’t backed down—you never did. “maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

that was all it took. the explosion waiting inside him finally went off. and now here you were, thrown onto his bed with his hands tearing at your clothes like he’d been waiting months for this moment.

your body hit the mattress hard, bakugo already ripping at your clothes like he’d been starving for you all damn day. calloused hands dragged over your curves, rough and greedy, as if he couldn’t decide whether to worship or devour you.

“spread those fuckin’ legs, princess,” he growled, crimson eyes burning down at you. he shoved your thighs apart with no patience, his breath hot on your skin as his lips twisted into a cocky, hungry grin. “you give me that look, and you think i’m not gonna tear you apart? tch—don’t act shy now.”

his mouth was on you before you could sass him back, tongue lashing at your soaked pussy like it was a challenge he had to win. messy, unrelenting, spit and slick dripping down his chin as he groaned into you, addicted to the taste. his grip tightened around your thighs, nails biting into your brown skin as he held you down.

“fuckin’ sweet,” he muttered against you before sucking your clit hard enough to make you jolt. “gonna make you cum on my face ‘til you’re cryin’ for me to stop.”

you didn’t last long under his ruthless mouth. the knot in your stomach snapped, and you screamed his name, thighs trembling around his head. bakugo only growled, tongue and lips working harder as you came, refusing to stop even as you whined from overstimulation.

“nah, you’re not done yet,” he snarled, lifting his head, his chin dripping with you. he smirked at the sight of your damp curls plastered to your forehead, your chest heaving, your body begging for mercy he wouldn’t give. “you’re mine. and i’m not stoppin’ ‘til you can’t fuckin’ walk tomorrow.”

before you could even catch your breath, he stripped his shirt off, belt hitting the floor with a sharp clatter. his cock slapped heavy against his stomach, thick and flushed, precum already leaking. your eyes widened, and he caught it, stroking himself slow just to make you squirm.

“yeah, keep starin’, princess. this what you wanted?” he leaned down, grabbing your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. “say it. say you want me to ruin you.”

your lips trembled, the words spilling out in a broken moan: “i want you to ruin me.”

his grin turned feral. “good girl.”

he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, forcing a cry from your throat. your walls stretched around him, gripping him tight, and he let out a guttural groan. “shit—tight as fuck. you were made for my cock.”

he didn’t give you time to adjust. his hips snapped forward in a brutal rhythm, every thrust knocking the air from your lungs. the headboard banged against the wall, your nails clawing at his shoulders as he fucked you like he was trying to break you.

“take it,” he growled, biting at your shoulder hard enough to mark. “take all of it. this pussy’s mine—you hear me?”

“yes, katsuki!” you cried, your voice hoarse, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity.

his thumb found your clit, rubbing merciless circles that sent your body into overload. you clenched around him, orgasm slamming into you so hard you sobbed his name, your body trembling uncontrollably.

“fuuuuck,” he hissed, thrusts stuttering as he spilled hot inside you, groaning like he’d lost control. he didn’t pull out—he stayed buried deep, panting, sweat dripping down onto your skin.

but the fire in his eyes told you he wasn’t close to finished.

he flipped you onto your stomach in one motion, yanking your hips up. “arch that back,” he snapped, slamming back into you from behind. his hand tangled in your curls, tugging your head back so your cries echoed through the room. “yeah—this view? perfect. watch me fuck this tight ass all night.”

your body shook with every thrust, overstimulation burning through you, but he didn’t slow. if anything, he got rougher, chasing another orgasm out of you even as you begged, “katsuki, please—i can’t—”

“yes, you fuckin’ can,” he snarled, pounding into you harder, his voice guttural in your ear. “you’re not done ‘til I say you’re done. you’re gonna cum again, and you’re gonna do it on my cock.”

and you did. screaming, shaking, clenching around him as he drove you straight into oblivion. he groaned loud as you soaked him, hips grinding deep as he filled you again.

when your body collapsed forward, limp and trembling, he dragged you back up, lips brushing your ear, voice low and dangerous.

“i told you, princess,” he murmured, thrusting slow and deep, making sure you felt every inch.

As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling city streets, you and your boyfriend strolled hand-in-hand, your hearts filled with the giddy excitement of new love. You both had only started dating a few years ago, but the honeymoon phase was still in full swing. Every moment together felt like a whirlwind of passion and discovery.

You two decided to take a break from your usual routine and visit a quaint café nestled in the heart of the city. Its cozy atmosphere and soft jazz music provided the perfect backdrop for an intimate conversation. As you settled into a corner booth, you noticed a familiar face across the room. It was an old friend from high school, someone you hadn't seen in years.

"Hey, is that my friend?" You exclaimed, your eyes lighting up with recognition.

Todoroki, with his stoic demeanor, followed your gaze. His heterochromic eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the man. Your friend was tall and charming, with a playful smile that could light up any room.

"Yeah, I geuss so," Todoroki replied, his voice calm and composed. "You two know each other?"

You couldn't contain your excitement as you reminisced about the good old days. "Oh, we go way back! We were close friends in school. I haven't seen him in ages!"

Todoroki's expression remained neutral, but a hint of possessiveness crept into his voice. "I see. And what brings him here?"

Before you could respond, your friend had already spotted you and was making his way over with a broad grin. "Well, well, if it isn't my long-lost friend! You look even more stunning than I remember!"

You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of nostalgia. The two friends embraced warmly, laughing as they caught up on the years that had passed. Todoroki, ever the composed gentleman, sat back and observed the reunion.

As the conversation flowed, you and your companion reminisced about old times, shared jokes, and laughed uncontrollably. Todoroki's gaze grew more intense, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn’t used to sharing your attention, especially with a man as charismatic as him.

"So, what brings you two lovebirds out today?" he asked, his eyes darting between you and Todoroki.

You giggled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Just a casual date. We're enjoying the city and each other's company."

He winked playfully. "Ah, the honeymoon phase. Enjoy it while it lasts. But remember, variety is the spice of life!"

Todoroki's jaw clenched ever so slightly at the suggestion, his stoicism momentarily slipping. "We're quite content with our arrangement, thank you."

You sensed the tension between the two men and decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "So, what have you been up to all these years? Last I heard, you were traveling the world."

As the café buzzed with laughter and chatter, Todoroki's jealousy simmered like a pot about to boil over. He watched as you and your old pal engaged in playful banter, your laughter filling the air. The sight of your joy with another man ignited a fire within him—a possessive desire to remind you that you were his and his alone.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, hours had passed. You and him exchanged contact information, promising to catch up more often. As your friend bid his farewells, Todoroki stood, his tall frame exuding an air of silent authority.

"Let's head home, my love," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I think a punishment is in order."

You, intrigued by his sudden intensity, followed Todoroki out of the café, your heart racing with anticipation. The walk back to your shared apartment was filled with unspoken tension, the air crackling with electricity.

Upon entering your cozy sanctuary, he wasted no time. He pulled you close, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, demanding and possessive. You melted into his embrace, your body responding to his unspoken claim.

"You are mine," he growled against your mouth, his breath hot on your skin. "And I intend to remind you of that fact."

His hands roamed freely, exploring your curves with a sense of urgency. He traced the outline of your breasts through your dress, his thumbs grazing your hardening nipples. You moaned into his mouth, your body yearning for more.

Todoroki's fingers deftly unbuttoned your dress, revealing your luscious curves. His eyes darkened with desire as he feasted upon your beauty. He pushed the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your lingerie.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "But I want all of you."

He guided you towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving your body. As you reached the bed, Todoroki pushed you gently onto the soft sheets, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice low and raspy.

You complied, your heart pounding with anticipation. His gaze fixed on your exposed pussy, wet and glistening with desire. He knelt between your thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to," he murmured, his fingers tracing your folds, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

Todoroki's skilled fingers danced over your clit, teasing and tantalizing. He slid two fingers inside your dripping wetness, curling them to find your sweet spot. You arched your back, pushing against his hand, pleading for more.

"Please, Sho," you begged, your voice breathless. "I need more."

With deliberate slowness, he added a third finger, stretching you, filling you with a delicious fullness. His thumb continued to work your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance. "Feeling my fingers deep inside you, claiming what's mine."

You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Yes, yes, I do," you managed to whisper.

Todoroki's fingers quickened their pace, his thumb applying firm pressure to your clit. Your body tightened, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

"Cum for me, my love," he urged, his breath hot on your neck. "Let me feel you come around my fingers."

His words were like a trigger, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, your body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Todoroki didn't stop, continuing to fuck you with his fingers as your orgasm subsided. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, to imprint the memory of his possession deep within you.

As your body calmed, Todoroki withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and satisfied. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes smoldering with desire.

"Now, it's my turn," he said, his voice filled with hunger.

He stripped off his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. His cock, hard and throbbing, stood erect, ready to claim you once more.

"I want to feel you around me," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting him in. Todoroki thrust forward, filling you with one smooth motion. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Yes, take me," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Fuck me, Sho!."

He complied, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each stroke hitting your sweet spot. His hands gripped your hips, guiding him deeper with each thrust. Your bodies glistened with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air.

At this point, he didn’t care about the events that happened beforehand. You felt too fuckin’ unreal. "You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Tight and warm around me."

You matched his rhythm, your body moving in sync with his. The pleasure built, intensifying with every stroke. Todoroki's cock, slick with your juices, slid effortlessly in and out, driving you both closer to the brink.

"I'm close," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. "I want to cum with you."

Todoroki's eyes flashed with determination. "Together, my love. Cum with me."

He quickened his pace, his body tensing as he neared his release. You felt his cock swell inside you, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he came, filling you with his hot cum. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

. ݁⊹ | GOJO

•PLAYFUL & TEASING

gojo’s presence is overwhelming from the start — not because he’s rough, but because he knows exactly how to play with you. he doesn’t dive in right away; instead, he hovers close, brushing his lips against your bottom ones with a lazy grin. “you’re already shaking,” he teases, as though your body’s reactions are the funniest thing in the world to him. every small gasp you make only fuels his mischief. he deliberately pulls back just when you’re about to lose yourself, chuckling at your frustration. for gojo, it’s a game of seeing how many times he can push you to the edge before finally, mercifully, letting you fall apart in his arms.

. ݁⊹ | GETO

SMOOTH & ALLURING

geto makes eating you out feel like a ceremony, every motion steady, every word thoughtful. his voice is soft but carries weight, coaxing you into relaxing under his control. “let me take care of you,” he murmurs, his tone reverent as though you’re something sacred. he moves with patience, savoring your every reaction, never breaking eye contact for long. the longer it goes on, the more it feels less like desire and more like devotion — as if his goal isn’t just to leave you shaking but to make you believe you’re the most cherished thing in existence. with geto, there’s no rush; he takes his time until you’re trembling, dizzy, and utterly consumed by the depth of his attention.

. ݁⊹ | NANAMI

GENTLE BUT INTENSE

nanami is deliberate, almost restrained at first, the definition of self-control. he checks in with quiet murmurs, making sure you’re comfortable before he lets himself innit. but once he commits, there’s nothing hesitant about him. every move is precise, calculated to unravel you piece by piece. his composure doesn’t slip, yet his eyes burn with intensity, betraying how much he’s holding back. you can feel the weight of his determination — that he won’t stop until you’re left breathless, every bit of tension pulled out of you by his persistence. with nanami, it’s never careless; it’s deliberate intensity, and he never leaves you doubting just how much he wants you.

. ݁⊹ | SUKUNA

DARK & POSSESSIVE

sukuna doesn’t ask permission — he takes. the grin on his face is sharp and merciless, drinking in every helpless sound you make as if they’re proof of his dominance. “pathetic,” he drawls, though his voice drips with satisfaction at how easily he reduces you to trembling. he pushes you past the point of control, unrelenting, savoring the way you writhe under his command. there’s no tenderness in him; he thrives on overwhelming you, forcing your body to give in no matter how much you resist. intimacy is power with sukuna, and he doesn’t stop until he’s carved his claim into every crevice of you; leaving you shaken, breathless, and unable to deny that he owns you in that moment.

. ݁⊹ | TOJI

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