bratiella

(I write smut so I'm not judging at all, that's not what this is)

Can sex be exciting, rough, passionate, sexy, fun blah blah? Yes. But it's not always, and that's okay.

Sometimes it's clumsy, uncomfortable, awkward, funny, sometimes it's quick and sometimes it probably won't be that enjoyable.

Not all women squirt, and that's okay. Don't feel like something is wrong with you because you haven't or can't. It's not a necessity.

Not all men have gigantic dicks and that's okay. Just because a man does have a big dick does NOT mean the sex is gone be good.

It's okay to not be able to deep throat or not like your cervix being abused by dick. The shit hurts truly, and it causes bad cramping, for me at least.

Everybody isn't gonna off rip, know all your spots and kinks and fantasies. Let people learn you if they are willing. Don't set expectations on someone because of what you read. It's not fair to them.

the closet door is pulled open and you blink up at a frowning katsuki, giggles bursting out of you as he scoops you up and tosses you over his shoulder. you squeal, tugging on his shirt and squirming when he flattens your skirt over your ass, giving you a quick spank before holding it in place.

“katsuki!” you gasp.

“hush. we’re leaving.”

he hauls you downstairs and carries you through the crowd and out to his car. he helps you in to the passenger seat and buckles you in, grunting when you bury your hands in his hair.

“soft kitty.” you coo.

“let’s get you some food.” he mumbles, taking your hand off of his head and shutting your door.

he listens to you talk about everything and nothing, pulling in a drive through as you squeal about what you want. he pulls into the parking lot so he can help you eat, wiping the corners of your mouth. he smiles when you shove fries in his mouth, thanking you softly and watching you with amusement.

“do you wanna fuck me?” you tilt your head, grabbing your drink.

“what?” his voice cracks, cheeks going red.

“i mean i wanna fuck you.” you shrug, setting the drink down to grab more fries. “i know we’re best friends and stuff but.. mm.. i like-”

“you’re drunk.” he cuts you off.

“i’m tipsy.” you pout. “so you don’t want to?” suddenly finding the bag of food interesting.

“i didn’t say that.” he watches you peek at him.

“i like you.” you whisper. “a lot.”

“yeah?” he chuckles.

“kats don’t be mean.” you whine.

“i’m not.” he grabs your drink and takes a sip. “just didn’t expect your love confession tonight.”

“i said i liked you.” you hiss, snatching the drink back from him. “and i take it back.” you purse your lips.

“mmm do you now?” he chuckles. “you said i was cute too. and i think that.. you wanted me to spank you?” he catches your eyes when you gasp. “yeah yeah princess.” he waves you off. “let’s get you home.” he buckles you in and then himself.

“i can’t come over?” you mumble.

“for what?” he backs out of the spot.

“i dunno.. kisses or something..” you play with your fingers.

“kisses?” he grins.

“katsukiiiiii.” you bury your head in your hands.

“yeah you can come over for kisses but that’s it.” he pats your thigh.

“cuddles?” you peek at him.

“that too.”

“will you let me borrow a shirt to sleep in?” you reach over and wrap your hand around his bicep, squeezing softly before leaning back in the seat.

“mhm.”

you keep leaning closer, whispering in his ear, pressing playful kisses to his neck before he squishes your cheek and pushes you away. you giggle in your seat as he pulls his car into the garage and hauls you out. you’re tossed over his shoulder again, squirming as he hushes you to be quiet and carries you into the elevator. he lets you down once the doors shut and you pounce on him.

he cups your cheeks and raises his eyebrows, pursing his lips telling you silently to behave. you reach up on your tippy toes and press a kiss to his cheek, giggling when he lifts you back up and tosses you back over his shoulder. his hand lands on your ass and you squeal, slapping his back.

“you’re trouble.” he chuckles and carries you out of the elevator and down the hall to his apartment.

he sets you down once the door is shut and you turn to him with round eyes. “i wanna kiss.” you reach up and pull his face down to yours. “please kats.”

both of his hands cup your cheeks and he softly presses his lips to yours. he pulls back and you whine, pulling a low chuckle from his chest before he presses his lips back to yours. his hands drop down to your waist and he picks you up again, smiling when you wrap yourself around him as he walks you down the hall.

“let go.” he mumbles against your lips.

“mm.” your brows furrow when he sets you down on the counter.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” he looks in your eyes and nods.

you keep pouting at him as he begins to wash your face, using all of his expensive creams and washes. you pull him closer with your legs and he looks down at you with narrowed eyes and a small smile, patting your thigh as he continues to dote on you. once he’s done, he presses a kiss to yours hairline and scoops you back up.

“let’s go find you a shirt.” he rubs your back.

“want the one you’re wearing. smells good and it’s warm.” you bury your head in his neck.

“suppose.” he sets you down in his room and tugs his shirt off.

“you’re so hot.” you step closer and press your hands to his chest.

“get changed.” he steps back and before he can turn to leave you pull your shirt off.

“help me undress.” you whisper.

“not tonight, princess.” he turns around. “i know what you want.”

you pout at his back as you remove your clothes and throw each piece at him. you pull his shirt over your head, eyes fluttering shut when his cologne wraps around your senses. you step behind him and wrap your arms around him, slowly making your way to his sweats. he grabs your wrists and turns around looking down at you with dark eyes.

“being naughty.” he starts to walk you back to the bed.

“just wanna touch you.” you push your bottom lip out.

“bed.” he nods behind you.

you sit back on the bed, slowly crawling back until you’re laid back onto his pillows. you reach a hand out for him and turn to him when he gets in next to you. you curl into his side, mostly laying on his chest and scooting up until your lips are brushing his.

“can we kiss?” you search his eyes. “please kats i’ll be good. promise.”

“c’mere.” one of his hands loves to the back of your neck and pulls your lips to his.

you moan softly, lazily kissing him and parting your lips for him to lick into your mouth. you hook a leg over his thigh and scoot up it as his other hand comes to rest on the small of your back holding you still. his tongue glides against yours and you melt, fingers burying themselves in his hair and holding him close.

he kisses the side of your mouth, slowly making his way down to your neck as you gasp. when he kisses just under your ear your hips roll on their own, making you whine louder at the feel of his sweats.

“don’t start.” he mumbles against your warm skin.

“i’m not.” you tilt your head to the side to give him more room.

he scrapes his teeth across your neck, breath fanning across you and you shutter, hips giving another roll on his thigh. “katsuki.” a slow grind of your hips.

“you said you were gonna be good.” he pulls away from your neck.

“feels so good though.” your face is scrunched with pleasure. “please kats just-”

“fine but this is it and i mean it.” his hands find your hips and drag you against the muscle of his thigh.

you lean against his chest, back arching as he bends his leg up and lets you hump against it. you press your lips back to his, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, shirt lifting up letting his fingers dig into your soft waist. he groans into your mouth, hand sliding down to squeeze your ass, chuckling when you whine and then moving back up to your waist.

you’re riding his thigh desperately, whimpering into his mouth with each drag of your hips. your tummy is already tight with pleasure, lips swollen from kissing him so much and your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

“katsuki!” your thighs shake.

“keep going princess.” he flexes his fingers. “i’m not helping.” he looks up at you, watching pleasure bloom all over it.

“please.” you gasp. “i’ll go to bed right after.” you nod, hips starting to lose their rhythm.

“doubt it.” he rolls his eyes but takes over your movements anyways.

your eyes roll back, focusing only on his thigh and the way his fingers feel digging into your plush. you’re gasping and pleading, burying your head in his neck and pressing kisses all over as you feel your orgasm sprinting towards you. he mumbles something and then spanks you once and you fall apart, clinging to him as you cum all over his thigh.

“take.. take your sweats off.” you pant.

“go to bed.” he flips you over.

he nestles in behind you and locks his arms around you to stop you from moving any further. pressing a kiss to your shoulder, your neck and then the back of your head.

“i’ll make you breakfast in the morning.” he whispers. “now sleep.

katsuki sandwiched between the both of you, izu fucking him and katsuki fucking you then when katsuki cums izu pulls out and makes him watch how he fucks you so so good until katsuki is whining to have a turn again

but BUT

izuku who gets off on it and lowk gets off heavily when katsuki is mean to him and like jerks off sm thinking abt his kacchan and he can’t help it :((

and god some i’m bkdk slop rn the first time they fuck katsuki is being so so mean and fucking him even meaner and sneering abt how izuku’s going to cum untouched and how he’s so pathetic and his cock is twitching so much and he’s leaking everywhere and izuku is just looking up at him with pink cheeks and teary eyes

“ka-kacchan please!”

he was going on a mission and you couldn’t handle him being gone that long so you ordered yourself some stuff to keep you preoccupied. normal stuff like new clothes to try on, sets of nails, a new dildo. regular stuff.

aizawa didn’t think so when he opened the package before you could. which is why you’re tied to the bed and he’s plunging your cute new pink dildo in and out of your messy pussy as you cry at him.

“sh- shota! you’re gonna- nghh! be gone for a week!”

“four days.” he slams it into you and grinds the silicon around.

“mnghhh!” your hips buck when he thumbs at your puffy clit.

he stares up at you as you fall apart around the toy again, leaving the creamy ring that you’re only supposed to leave around him. he pulls it out and have you flipped over instantly and you hear the loud crack! before you feel the sting on your ass.

he spanks you, rolling his eyes as he watches you drop down your legs. you always enjoy your punishments. his scarf tightens and holds your wrists down and he slams the dildo back into you, fucking you so slowly as he keeps spanking you. your knees are trembling with each smack and when your knees gives out he starts pounding the toy back into you.

“shota- i’m! nghh! pleaseplease! shota i’m gonna- aghh!” your thighs shake as you cum again and he doesn’t let up.

“next time you wanna buy something like this we’ll go to the store and pick out one together.” he pulls the dildo out of you and replaces it with his cock. “think that you is gonna replace me?” he leans over you.

“nnno! couldn’t!” you sputter.

one thing abt yuuji itadori is that once he has you that’s it, he’s on you all of the time savouring you like you’re the last ripened piece of fruit before it’s out of season and hard to find again.

constantly feeling you up in public, hands in the back pockets of your jeans or splayed out against your tummy depending on which way you’re hugging. lil canines in your neck or nipping at your earlobe.

i do think he’s the type to have fingered you in the back of a very vacant cinema screening cause you kept thanking him for the slushie and gummies with those big beautiful eyes and he didn’t know how else to show you how big his affection had become without sliding a hand under your skirt n rubbing at that cute little pussy:( so in love with you and shushing your teeny whimpers he thinks you’re so cute you do anything cute and yuuji is fucking you

When JT said every time she enters a room, self-esteem drops, she wasn't joking. That's the effect you have on people too.

In your vintage Buffalo London platform boots, you walked confidently to the table where your friends were seated in the club. Your floral, vanilla scent followed you like a cloud, turning heads as you passed by. It was your birthday, so you'd dressed up. Your mini skirt, your beret, and your skunk stripe wig—everything was in keeping with the 2000s Bratz theme you wanted to embody.

nomnomnom megumi has a quiet possessiveness about him that slips underneath your skin, itches like a rash spread too far to soothe. your body feels it before he expresses it — the instinctual lust that filters through your blood system and travels down south, slow and creeping akin to ivy reaching towards the sky on trellises. megumi pulls you into him at every turn, jealousy directed at the world rather than you. how dare they. look you in the eyes and treat you as though you’re some kind of treasure to steal.

megumi reminds you, relentlessly, that you are his. his fingers traverse through your folds with certain familiarity — he knows what you like, the swirl of your sticky clit a certain way, nips at your earlobes and his tongue on your pulse point. every motion is catered to your needs, rushed and poised until the pressure bubbles over, spilling hot and creamy into the seat of his palm.

he doesn’t stop, he starts again. rubbing you, round and round, prevailing despite the kick of your frilly socked feet and spasms of your shaking thighs. his breath is hot against your shoulders, strong arms anchoring you down to his lap through your peaks that come in strong tumultuous waves.

✩꒱ dumb it down for mean ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. modulo!yuuji itadori and fem!reader. established relationship, dumbification, condescension, rough sex, spanking, fingering, overstimulation, brief puppy play, doggy style teehee, yuuji is a little mean. ꒰ yuuji makes you feel dumb for having an attitude, it’s an excuse to put his dumb puppy in her place. ꒱

nomnom i see modulo yuuji havin the biggest dumbification kink especially if you misbehave with him in public. it happens when you’ve teased him beyond his silent limits — calling him old man, wondering out loud in front of others about how long he lasts, giggling over drinks with your young girlfriends about how he sometimes be can’t keep up with your needs. all untrue, all stupid statements to get a laugh from the crowd.

yuuji decides if you’re going to act stupid. he’ll treat you as such. stupid girls win stupid prizes — hours of torture to your clit, his cruel laugher vibrating through you and sending blood south to join your heartbeat there. his fingers stroke your walls into obedient perfection, nudging each ridge and paying meticulous attention to the gummy spot not too far along. the one that makes you gush and bleat like a pathetic lamb at yuuji’s slaughter house.

he starts jerking his hips up, smirking at the wet spot you’re leaving on the front of his sweats, the way your nipples are poking through your shirt and pressing into his chest as you scoot closer. he lets you rut against him faster, knowing you’re close with the way you’re trembling and then he stops your hips and you whine.

“hush bunny.”

✩꒱ while she sleeps ft. megumi fushiguro .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ characters are adults. boyfriend!megumi fushiguro and fem!reader. established relationship, somnophilia, pussy jobs, clothed sex, free use, cum play. ꒰ gumi decides that getting you off feels best when you’re asleep and dreaming. ꒱

megumi likes them most when you’re too tired for a proper fucking. he crawls over you while you sleep and shrouds you in his shadow — wide shoulders kissed by moonlight that hide you from the eclipse — his fingers soft against your hips like the gentle twinkle of stars in the distance as he presses your knees into your shoulders.

“easy, baby girl, s’just me,” his voice is hoarse with crumbling restraint, weighed down in his throat by his insatiable greed. sweatpants have long since been rolled down and nestled under balls that twitch with a brilliant and impending load. megumi’s cock his heavy against your stomach — the head vibrant red whilst it oozes pre onto the frilly waistband of your panties.

at first — he smacks himself against your clothed core, prodding at your hole which he craves the energy to fill. for now, megumi makes it work. he finds that he adores the white cotton undergarments you wear. frilly with a delicate pink bow just under your navel. he doesn’t take them off. too fond of the decoration to his sin. he doesn’t even tuck them to the side, he slides himself through the loop of fabric at your leg and thrusts. careful, tentative, and slow as if to make you really feel it. prominent veins pulsing where they meet your beating clit.

"hey, dude, are you listening?"

fuck. he almost forgot that kirishima is on the other line, completely unaware of everything he was said beforehand. "no, say it again, and clearer this time," he huffs, voice low and clearly peeved he couldn't give you his full attention.

who wouldn't be when their girlfriend is looking up at them with lidded eyes, drooling on their thigh while fucking herseld on a thick, ribbed dildo while cooing their name over and over again, promising she could wait until he got the rest of the incident information from kiri.

and yet, he was still struggling to listen, trying to remember the words he's saying before he tugs you a little bit harder than he means too, causing you to let out a cute little noise and fall forward right into his crotch, face pressed against his hard on.

and then you just have to be a dirty fucking slut and take a deep breath before moaning his name, licking a stripe right over his cock through his jeans.

"what the fuck, baby."

oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!

sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((

“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.

“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.

nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.

he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.

one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breathe whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(

“baby, baby. breathhhe.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.

“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”

you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.

the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.