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“yuu?” you call softly. “yeah, baby?” yuji replies casually, laying down on your shared bed. “.. do you like this top on me? I think it makes my love handles pop out more..”

yuji smiles softly. “you look beautiful with it on,” he stands, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “

who cares if your love handles show? it’s sexy.”

“yuu!” you slap his hand gently. “I’m being serious…”

“I am too.” he tilts his head to plant a kiss on your cheek, then buries his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent. he then takes another look at your body. you look away, ashamed.

he frowns. “sweet girl..” you shake your head, trying to hide the tears beginning to form. “I-I wish I was skinnier.. I wish I wasn’t ugly.. I-”

Yuji cuts you off immediately. “None of that.” he shakes his head while cupping your cheeks with his careful touch. “I’m not gonna listen to you talk shit about yourself, you know it’s not true. you’re beautiful. Inside and out.”

“You don’t need to meet any beauty standard for me. I love you exactly the way you are. I didn’t get together with you for your looks, but for your beautiful personality.”

Tears start spilling, not from your insecurity, but from yujis genuine, heartfelt words. “I love you so much yuu- you- sniff-“

ꕤ﹒ soft landings .

pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader synopsis: you and katsuki were each other's firsts for a lot of things: first dates, first kisses, and several more. Each passing moment in your relationship checked off one more thing you've had yet to experience with him, except one—until now, that is.

OR: you and katsuki are intimate for the first time with each other, and it's a lot softer than you'd anticipated it to be.

seed type: smut, MDNI . (all characters are 18+ over the course of the oneshot)

𓈒 𓏼 tw // included: might be a little ooc, descriptions of explicit activity, first-time intimacy (slight awkwardness), soft-dom!katsuki, shy/nervous!reader, gentle intimacy, pet names (sweets), implied cockwarming??? 𓈒 𓏼 and remember...wrap before you tap!

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In the several years you've known Katsuki, as a classmate to a friend, then to your lover, his aggression was an integral part of who he is and how he navigates the world around him; you learned very early in your relationship, however, that aggression takes many forms: the one you see manifests as something akin to ardentness rather than abrasiveness.

Passion and drive are intrinsic to everything he pursues, including his relationship with you. In the several times he's gripped your hips and slammed you against the wall while he plant kisses along the curve of your neck, he never ceases to leave a burning wake of his lips and their ministrations. And yet, of those several times, never once has your bare back met the plush of your mattress, nor has your bare stomach felt his hands glide down the skin before hooking onto your bottoms. He's never pushed you, but you wonder if he's left wanting more.

From you, from your relationship; especially when patrols run long and he's pent up, you wonder if intimacy is something that would help.

Warm amber melts into dark navies when the door opens—the creak along the hinge, followed by your boyfriend's heavy footsteps. He drops his gauntlets to the floor with a resonant thud and immediately finds you next, habit and ordinary.

"Hi, 'Suki," you greet, standing up from your seat on the couch to meet him. "Long day?"

"The longest. We spent three extra hours on patrol because the crime they radio-ed to us was a petty theft, and then the damn debrief of it ran over three hours." Katsuki sneers, arms crossed over his chest.

He stands in front of you with his hair disheveled and slight line of soot smeared on his cheek. His face, turned and angled somewhere off to the side, gives you free glance of his jawline—sharp and inviting.

You can't help how your eyes travel to his lips, pulled thin versus the plump pout that you'd kiss.

Without really thinking about it, you grasp his wrist and pull him flush onto you—the firmness of his abs against the softness of your breasts. A gasp chokes in his throat when you do so; it doesn't get time to escape when he sees your flushed face and your eyes directly on his.

"...I could help you relax...like, y'know," you murmur, voice faltering over the implications. They hang between you, tight buds of promise that have yet to bloom.

Katsuki, damn him, smirks at you. "No, I don't know. What're you getting at, sweets?"

He plants his index finger underneath your chin and tilts up—searing. Hot flushes spiral down your spine and settle somewhere low in your gut, growing to an ache.

"I just mean that if you wanted to try something new to de-stress, then...I'd be totally willing," you say, eyes flitting off to the side in order to avoid the teasing glint in his—you can practically see it, practically feel it in the way he drinks you in.

"Are you suggesting I fuck you to feel better?"

"Well...yeah."

And in the span of a second, his lips are on yours unrelentingly, and his hands slither down to your waist. A surge of warmth flocks into your lungs, and your body melts into his. You grip the tufts of hair on his head lightly.

Katsuki's hands drop down to cup your ass and gives it a slight squeeze, from which your lips part in surprise. In that instance, his tongue slides into your mouth and swirls with yours, saliva coating everything he can reach.

" 'Suki..," you whine, though it comes out notably breathy with his tongue in your mouth.

"Tell me what you want," he murmurs as you both part for air; his cheeks flushed and pupils dilated, his lips find the curve of your jaw and kiss along the path, agonizing and slow.

"I want you to—" you're cut off when you feel him nip the skin at the crook of your neck.

"Now, sweets," he hums and withdraws from his ministrations. "You certain you want to do this? I'm more than fine just kissing you like this."

It should've made you pause; it should've quelled the courage you mustered to ask, but instead, warmth unfurls in your chest. You nod, exhaling shakily.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want to try," you say, and instinctively, you bite your lip and look away.

"Just...could we go slowly first?"

"We'll do as much as you're ready for, sweets."

Katsuki’s palm slips underneath your shirt, carefully pushing the fabric up and over your breasts, and you pull it off you entirely. His skin, calloused, pricks over the smooth surface of your stomach. You unclasp your bra and toss it somewhere off to the side, not before baring yourself down to your panties.

You’d stripped him down to his boxers, cold air showering over the both of you.

His gaze rakes over you—your flushed cheeks and bare torso, the round of your tits and the length of your naked torso. Katsuki plants a kiss over your breast-bone, firm and assuring.

"You look so pretty, sweets," Katsuki murmurs, lips trailing down your stomach. He stops just short of your pulling down your panties, fingers hooking underneath the fabric.

"You---you mean that?" You ask, hands coming up to cover how the rosiness on your cheeks becomes more opaque.

" 'Course I do." Katsuki says, easy and simple---because to him, it is.

He pulls the elastic of your waistband. "Can I?"

You nod, spine curving slightly in anticipation; in anticipation, you sink yourself further into the sheets with a slight shuffle, and it's enough to help Katsuki slide your underwear off of you.

Chills fan over the slick varnishing your folds and everything within, and your thigh stiffen. The ache in your core exacerbates into need the moment Katsuki takes his finger to your clit, guiding small circles over the rim with slight pressure. Your toes curl into the sheets.

Your breath hitches. " 'Suki..."

"Yeah? 'S this okay with you?" While his finger works your nub towards the precipice, he kisses over your collarbone—softly, you note. Gently, you feel.

The warmth in your chest blossoms and any inhibitions you may have reserved dissipate completely; your hands rest on the back of his head while he kisses you over.

"Want you to take your boxers off," you exhale, back arching further off the bed.

"Wanna feel you inside of me."

"That so?" His lips curve against your skin, yet he deftly slides the last of his own undergarments; his dick, presented to you, takes the air out of your lungs.

He's bigger than you'd expected him to be, tip the same hue as your cheeks upon seeing him in whole. You reach out, fingers curling around the base of his dick and glide down to his tip; your thumb brushes a circle over it.

"S-Shit..." He bites back a groan.

"Ah—sorry. Did I hurt you?" You ask, sitting up slightly. Your abdomen tightens. "No, just. If you pump me out now, I'll blow before I'm even in you."

"Oh." You retract your hand, smiling sheepishly at him. Your heart hammers against your chest, wild and encouraging.

"Do you mind if I'm on top this time?" He asks, almost timidly—well, as timid as Katsuki Bakugou can get. The red on the tips of his ears and imbued into the apples of his cheeks is plenty of a sign, you've learned.

You affirm, "I don't mind. I'd like that, actually."

He exhales and nods—to himself, mostly. "Okay, yeah. Just lay down for me, sweets."

Katsuki guides you by your hips, back into the cloud of the mattress, carefully parting your legs again. He settles over you, forearms on either side of your face.

His tip aligns with the rim of your cunt, but he doesn't rush to slide himself into the heat beyond. Instead, the rise and falls of your chests level to the same rhythm, breaths mingling.

He presses a tender kiss to your jaw. "I'll go slow, okay? Slap me if anything hurts or if you want to stop."

"Okay. I'm ready," you affirm. Your breath catches as his cock slips inside of you, stretching your pussy out to accommodate the size of him. The sweltering heat in your gut, coaxing him to start moving, start to unweave the knots it desperately wants to form.

"You good?" He asks, hips pumping in and out of you languidly, intentionally. As a response, you part your legs farther for him and push up out of the mattress slightly, tilting your pelvis downwards to feel him further inside of you.

The sound of skin slapping reverberates off the walls, sweat-slicked and slippery, lewd; each roll of his hips pushes him further into your pussy, molding around the shape and vein as if to fossilize the feeling him inside you.

Successive motions elicit breathy cries and needy whines, music to his ears. Every sound from your mouth travels down his spine to the base of his dick, pulsing and throbbing as it burrows deep inside of you. His lips find the supple skin on your face, peppering kisses while his cock coaxes you closer and closer to your climax.

White and stars fill both your vision and your cunt, warm and tingly down your spine and to your thigh. It's not long after that Katsuki's hips start to stagger, orgasm spluttering into the latex wrapping. He buries his face into the crook of your neck; he presses a kiss to your collarbone—deliberate and tender—as you both wind down from the high.

"...Holy fuck."

"Yeah," he breathes, cheeks flushed and the beginnings of a dopey grin gracing his lips. "Let's get you cleaned up, ok?"

"Can we stay like this for a little bit first?"

He plants a kiss on your cheek.

author's note: ೀ hey...so this is my first time writing smut, so if it's ass (no but it might be), please have a little patience with me while I try to figure out how to actually get into writing smut. 𑣿 ೀ constructive criticism is appreciated; I'm genuinely eager to learn how to improve my writing 💗 . 𑣿

BEST FOR YOU (4.4K)

— viking!bakugou katsuki x reader

synopsis: after a reconciling evening in the lake, you find yourself spending your first night in your fiancé’s bedroom.

warnings: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, arranged marriage, fiancés, referred to as princess/honey/dirty girl, unprotected sex, pulling out used as a contraceptive, talk of sub/dom, lovey dovey, light ass play, p to v sex, viking au but don’t expect it to be historically correct lmao, modern language.

notes: this is a part two of WAITING FOR YOU, so this can be read as a stand alone but everything makes more sense after reading part one. nothing else to say! i tried hard on this and i enjoyed writing it! hope you enjoy reading :) also can still be read if you aren’t a fan of the viking part, he just is referred to as chief, you as my lady and he’s got servants n maids!

“katsuki! move your hand!”

“stop fuckin’ wiggling’ woman, gonna make me drop you,” he warns, carrying your naked body against his chest and stomping through the grass with an arm across your ass. you’re holding onto him like your life depends on it and so none of his servants end up getting a view of your tits.

it’s pitch black outside, with hoots from owls and neighs from the horses coming from afar. the only light out is coming from the main house which leads bakugou’s way. 

“you wouldn’t drop me. you’re too big and strong for that,” you coo in his ear and even you’re shocked at how quickly you both went from enemies to flirtation. your crushes on each other are way too big for your bodies. you guess there really is a thin line between love and hate.

also, it’s true, he wouldn’t drop you but you appealing to his ego makes him chuckle. bakugou adores how you feel in his arms, giggling and alive, smushing your body against his and putting all your trust in him.

“i’m beginning to think you only chose to marry me for my body, princess,” he smirks, bouncing up the steps to the back entrance of your shared home.

“well…,” you purposely pause and another chuckle booms out of him. he lands a pinch at your thigh and you pull the hair at the nape of his neck.

“don’t pull my hair, you child,”

“you pinched me—,”

you end up sitting on opposite ends of the couch for the entire rest of your movie night and when you're leaving you shake fucking hands like business men cause the normal shove and hug is too intimate now.

everyone thinks you're fighting— it's happened before, you're both stubborn and annoying and don't communicate well at the best of times— and when mina asks "what's your problem? are you arguing again?" you both say yes way too fast and way too in sync. clearly you had the same idea to cover up whatever the fuck happened even if no one knows.

you do eventually, after dancing around it for actual months (cause bsf!bkg is annoying as fuck and stubborn as a mule but so are you) and pretending like nothing happened, fall into bed with each other for some subpar at best sex. but it's him and it's you so it doesn't really matter how bad your first time (!!!) was because you got to experience it together.

laying in his bed afterwards staring at the ceiling with warm faces and rabbit-paced hearts, you listen to each other breathing to see who'll break the silence first.

you do, eventually, but only to be a shit.

you shift onto your side, katsuki turns his head to look at you with an expression you can't quite place and before he even gets the huffed little "what?" out, you're sticking your hand out at his chest. he stares at it, red cheeks growing even redder when he realises what the fuck you're doing.

you're trying to shake his fucking hand after you just had sex for the first time.

you're then tackled down into his sheets and you're laughing so brightly and his ears are so red even as he swears at you and growls out "the fuck is your problem, huh? think you're so fucking funny?"

you’re sprawled on the couch, as gojo is gently wiping away the mess you two made between your thighs.

“you okay, baby?” he whispers softly, leaning down to kiss your knee affectionately.

you nod quietly. he smiles softly. “my sweet girl is all worn out, hm?”

you hum in response.

he frowns, and carefully scoops you up into his lap. “hey.. hey sweetheart..”

he kisses your cheek gently.

“i didn’t hurt you, right?” you shake your head, looping your arms around his neck to reassure him that you’re fine, just tired.

he sighs in relief, and suddenly stands up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. you do so obediently.

he pulls you into the bathroom, and gently tugs off your clothes. he turns on the bathtub, checking the temperature of the water every now and then.

“mm.. okay, I think the water is fine. let’s get you clean and comfortable, baby.” he smiles, and helps you into the bath.

after you’re in the bathtub, he slides in behind you. “shh.. just relax for me, honey. I’ll be super gentle.”

satoru gojos playful side was still present.. a bit, but he understands that you need someone to lean on.

his long fingertips graze along your spine as he lathers your back in soap.

after he cleaned you up, he helped you out of the bath, pulling his shirt over your head that swallowed you whole. he slide your comfortable cotton underwear almost reverently onto your hips and under.

he met your sleepy gaze for half a second, keeping your drowsiness in mind.

he brushed your hair, being careful of tugging at knots.

and finally, as sleep was taking over you, he tucked you under the covers.

he slid next to you in bed, gently pulling your back into his chest as he ran his fingers through your damp locks.

“mm.. g’night baby, love you.” he whispers, emphasizing his love by planting a kiss on your forehead.

ts is my first tumblr post 😭 ik it sucks but oh wellll

ᥫ᭡ extra credit if you survive....!!

“—feel thattt?, that right there is your cervix.”

you blink up at him, half-delirious, half-annoyed while his hips grind relentlessly into you. his stupid grin is blinding even in the dark, damp white hair falling into his eyes as he keeps lecturing to your trembling figure underneath him.

“satoru—shut the fuck up—” you tried to bring his head close to yours to somehow stop his vile lecture—

“ah—ah,” he wags a finger, cock distending you so well that you could almost feel like you were splitting into two.

“no interrupting the professor. now—what you’re feeling right now? that’s me displacing your vaginal walls.” he says it like he’s narrating off of a textbook, his cock hitting those hot spots inside you that you didn't even know existed.

“—observe,” satoru drawls again, hips rolling in a lazy, devastating rhythm that has you clawing helplessly at the sheets, “as my cock stimulates the pubococcygeus muscle.”

you don’t even know what the fuck that means—you’re too busy crying out, walls spasming around him as he grins down at you, sweat dripping from his temple.

“shut—up—oh-” you gasp, trembling when he pulls out just an inch, then slams back in, your body arching violently.

“tsk. wrong answer, sweetheart. class participation is graded.” his smirk widens, blue eyes flashing mischievously as he presses your legs up higher, folding you like he owns you. “sooo—what do you say when i’m hitting your cervix just right?”

your voice catches in your throat, words tumbling out as more of a strangled war cry than anything coherent. “f-fuck you—can't-oh-"

“ding ding ding! incorrect—agaaain.” he smirks, rocking into you with maddening gluttony. “the correct answer was: ‘thank you, professor satoru—for this hands-on demonstration.’

you let out a broken sob-laugh, somewhere between wanting to suffocate his stupid face and wanting him to never stop.

"fuck you and your biology—"

“mm—but you’re clenching like i just hit your cervix—oh wait—i did."” he cackles, dragging his cock out slow enough to feel every vein, then slamming back in with enough force to make your vision stutter. “now—if you’ll direct your attention here—”

he presses a cold thumb amusingly against your clit, circling lightly as if he were tracing diagrams in chalk.

“—we have the anterior fornix. notice how my cock—ah, wait for it—” he angles his hips deeper, and you choke on a scream as white-hot pleasure shoots through you, “—slides riiight underneath the bladder. that pressure—ya' feel it? write it down.”

“satoru—oh, my god—” you cry out—tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“mm, yeah, that's good,” his chuckle erupts strained, bending down to catch your jaw between his fingers, forcing your eyes open. “stay with me, sweetheart. professor’s still lecturing, yeah?”

the angle shifts, his length dragging against every trembling nerve inside you, until your entire body spasms, cunt choking on him like you’re begging him to stay.

he falters as he clenches his teeth together when he feels you gripping his cock, squeezing it. felt too good to be true—

“quiz time, angel. one problem left: calculate how much cum i’m about to dump in ya'.”

If anyone had to describe you in one word, it be shy.

You only ever spoke when spoken to. you were always polite. So respectful. You were seen as sheepish.

but oh, how you hated it.

You'd do anything. literally anything. to overcome this habit. So when your dear boyfriend satoru heard your sudden cry for help.

he offered his aid instantly.

and you took it of course...without really checking how he'd help..

which is exactly how you ended up under him, eyes glimmering with salty tears that threathned to fall. he had your legs hoovering on his shoulders and of course a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you struggle.

his cock was buried deep inside you and yet he refused to move, not until you looked at him at least.

"come on baby-it's just me, look at me" Satoru cooed, breath fawing over your thigh's soft skin. You whined, refusing; your lips quivering as frustration filled your aching body.

He watched closely as you urged your hands towards your face. to hide. Your senses heightned when you heard him chuckle at your defense. before you could even form a coherent word, satoru leaned down, making his cock drag deeper along your tight walls

With a sly motion he grasped your hands in his own, pressing them over your head.

"You'll have to do a lot more than that to hide from me, you know that right baby?"

the loudest moan left your lips as you finally looked into his cerulean eyes. "Atta girl"he praised against your lips, kissing you. his tongue intruding your mouth as he began thrusting his hips into yours.

<synopsis> after a long night, satoru and suguru take care of you

A/N: first slightly freaky deaky fic kinda nervous... but this was just itching my brain and i needed to write something like this. i ♡ being coddled and reading fics like this ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

cw: satosugu x fem!reader, slightly suggestive, subspace (?), hints to rough/intense sex, toru and sugu are veryyyyy doting and caring, implied soft dom sugu, switch toru, sub!reader, petnames (baby, princess, good girl), afab!reader MDNI

hope you enjoy !! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

18+ smut, toji x shy fem reader, teasing, dirty talk, reassurance, toji talks you through it, softdom dynamic

girls who stumble over their words when asked what they want from him. the sweet kind that get red in the face when he rucks his shirt up to his shoulders and seats them in his lap. ones he knows are too shy to do anything but sit there and ogle him while he gets off on the attention.

and toji doesn’t push or pressure because he’s simply not that type of guy. he’ll offer himself up to you instead, letting you do as you see fit as long as it both makes you feel good.

“you can touch, baby.” he reassures you, letting his shoulders relax and his body recline further against the cushions. he gets cocky when he’s like this, arms laid out over the back of the couch to show off his ridiculous wingspan. pants already unbuttoned with his cock straining hard through the lips of his zipper.

you start with his biceps, tentative draws of your palm against the taught muscle there. toji hums in approval at your soft touch, letting his head fall back to face the ceiling. you have a full view of his abs and chest with how high his shirt is pulled up, inky happy trail creeping up from the base of his dick before fizzling my out below his navel.

you move up to his collar next, fingers dipping under the neck of his shirt curiously. you can feel the beginning of a scar. the soft but raised skin standing out against a plain of tanned muscle.

“fuck. sweet girl.” he mumbles.

toji can’t help but smile. out of all the places to touch, you choose the only clothed part of him? you're too cute.

you move downwards like you can read his mind, fingers trailing south until you hit the hem of his shirt, tentatively raising the fabric up. your eyes meet his shyly, silent asking for permission to go further, and toji grants you it immediately.

“don’t be shy, there we go.” he says, pulling the garment over his head himself. he rewards you for the bravery with a sloppy kiss to your shoulder, feeling you shudder at the affection.

“touch me however you want, angel.” he sighs into your skin.

“you're embarrassing me.” you mumble, trying to fight a giddy smile. you’re not exactly sure what to do with yourself now that the challenge of getting his shirt off is over with. toji all of his attention on you and only you. eyes narrowed and a small smirk on his face like he’s waiting to see what you do next.

“how come?” his big hand comes up to cradle your cheek softly. you let him run his thumb over the supple skin there, melting further into his touch. “hm? tell me what you want then.” he teases, enjoying the way his words make you squirm.

"you want these?" he asks heatedly, flexing his biceps on either side of himself with a toothy grin.

you shake your head shyly, giggling under your breath at all the bravado.

"no? alright." he hums softly, letting his hands settle at the dips of your waist.

"my fingers then?" he questions, squeezing each digits into the supple skin there. "could do that thing I did for you last time." he offers. the way he says is far too sweet compared to the images you brain conjures up at his suggestion. flashes of his hand on your pussy last night burn through your brain like wildfire, sending heat down your body to your sopping wet center.

still, you shake your head again, leaning forward to nose at the curve of his neck.

"mmm, not that either, huh?" toji drawls. strong hands dip down from your waist to settle right above your ass.

"how about this?" he asks, using his leverage on his hips to press you down against the hard imprint of his cock. "you want this, angel?"

slick starts to pool in the gusset of your panties as he rocks you back and forth over his bulge. toji's already sporting a wet patch at the front of his boxers from all the attention you'd given him. his cock twitches when you squirm over him, arms thrown around his shoulders to keep you stable.

“yeah? you need that?” he asks lowly, eyes seeped in a lustful haze. toji’s never looked at you this brazen before. hungry, like he wants to devour you whole and lick your bones clean.

you nod, trying so desperately to voice just how badly you need him, but all that leaves your lips is a quiet, breathless moan.

“yeah you do.” he whispers to himself, hooking his thumb into his waistband to get his jeans and underwear around his ankles. you watch him spit into his palm harshly and wrap his hand around his length, stroking heavy base to flushed tip.

you wait for him to tell you what he wants next. for him to get you on your knees, maybe bend you over the arm of the couch if he's feeling impatient. only, toji doesn't stop stroking himself. instead, he brings his other hand to your waist, squeezing reassuringly.

"what do you need, baby?" he asks smugly, thumbing over the slit of his cock with a quiet groan. you have half a mind to just stay like this if you really want to, watching him play with himself while your panties soak all the way through.

except, toji's never been one to play fair, and you know he won't give you more than this unless you speak up.

he starts to buck up into his fist just the slightest bit, enough to fuck his hand, but not enough to jostle you. the pre he's leaking eases every glide of his palms a little more, filling the room with the steady schlk-schlk-schlk of his fist around his cock.

you muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, glancing down briefly to pull your panties to the side as an invitation. toji keeps his gaze firmly locked on your blushing expression, head cocked to the side with his mouth curled up.

"what is it? hm?" he whispers, still stroking himself at a steady pace.

you huff something unintelligible once you realize he's not going to look, and that earns a grin from him. toji slows his fist just the slightest bit, bringing his free hand in between your legs to pet at your swollen clit.

"you can tell me, c'mon." he reassures. fingers dipping down to your hole to spread some of that wetness onto your sensitive bud. heat bundles in your core like a match to a candle wick, growing hotter and hotter with every press of his fingers.

"i need something to cum on." you mumble quietly. you see the corner of his mouth twitch up as soon as the words leave your mouth chest rumbling in approval. his hand doesn't let up around the length of his dick, stroking faster now that he knows how bad you need him.

"yeah? need to cum on my dick?"

you nod, giggling at the flurry of sloppy kisses he lens in to press into the column of your throat. his strong hand comes to rest on your back and urge your forward while the other holds his cock steady, flushes and ready to be sat on.

"see what happens when you're sweet on me?" he teases, lifting his hips up to fully sink into your throbbing heat. you moan quietly, feeling every inch of him slide home.

"i always give you what you want, don't i?" his thumb comes forward to rub over your clit gently while the other fastens to your hip, helping you set the pace for him.

you feel insatiable, thighs starting to burn as you fuck yourself up and down on his dick. you let your hands grab onto whatever you can manage. one on his bicep, the other on his shoulder. toji takes a moment to grind his hips up just the slightest bit and that hits something devastating inside of you, ushering you that much closer to your high.

"not gonna last long, are you?" he teases through grit teeth. he's just as close, if not closer judging by how fuck out his expression in.

you whine when he brings his hand up to you chin to keep your gaze stead, squeezing your cheeks until your mouth forms a pout from the force. he always gets meaner when he's about to cum, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it

toji's doing more of the work than you at this point, and you let him, feeling every stroke of his cock against your walls as your orgasm approaches. you clench down hard on him and he lets your face go briefly, letting you hide in his neck right as you gush all over him.

"there we go, that's it pretty girl." he muses. shivers wrack your entire body as the last of your orgasm washes over the both of you. toji slows the pace to a slow grind of his hips, arms locked tight around your waist to hold you down while he chases his own high.

he ruts his hips once, then twice, finally spilling his load in between your legs with a groan situated so deep in his chest that you feel the vibrations. you moan helplessly into the damp skin where his neck meets his shoulder, grinding your clit against the base of his cock just to feel those first sparks of overstim soar up your spine.

he lays you on your back once both of your heads have floated back down from the clods, still sheathed inside of you while his cum drizzles out of you around the girth of his dick.

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"Oh, I know, my poor girl," Yuji cooed, pressing a palm to your lips to muffle the whimpers as he sank another thick inch into your fluttering walls. "I know, I know—fuck, baby—just breathe, I've got you."

His hand slowly moved to cup your waist, rubbing soft circles as he pressed quick kisses to your flushed face.

Yuji was the sweetest boyfriend. He tried his best—careful as can be—the burning sting of his fat cock splitting you open, flat on your back & whining at how good it hurt.

"Yuji—" You gasped out, sinking your claws into his back as your eager cunt practically sucked another inch in.

"There's my girl," he whispered, eyes fluttering as he groaned, hips thrusting down against yours instinctively. "I knew she missed me."

Yuji rubbed his palm soothingly over the bulge on your lower stomach, slowly bottoming out with a breathy whine.

"Hey!" You squeaked out, arching up against him, chest to chest, stomach to ab, and nose to nose. "Fuck, jus' stay still for a second, idiot."

"Yes, ma'am." He whispered, beefy arms caging you against the mattress as his eyes flicked over your face. "It's ok; the poor girl isn't dying."

"Easy for you to say," you grumbled, spreading your thighs to better bracket against his hips. "You're not the one being stuffed."

"It's not stuffing; it's making love."

"It is stuffing. Just because you love me while doing it doesn't change that." Your fingertips grazed his jaw, giggling softly as you rolled up against him. "I think you're a big fat meanie for that."

"Mm. I definitely do love you," Yuji mused, gripping your hips. "And I love feeling you almost as much, pretty girl."

"Yuji," you mumbled, cheeks flushing as his hips slowly ground against yours, sending shocks of pure pleasure up your spine. "Oh my god—please, baby, please?"

"Please what?" he hummed, giving a short thrust. "Use your words, c'mon, be a good girl."

"Yuji, I swear—" you whined pitifully, rolling your hips up against his, chasing after the delicious friction he was trying to deny. "Baby, please fuck me." Your nails sank into his back, trying to drag him closer. "Please, please, please."

"Fuck, baby, do you expect me to say no when you're beggin' for me like that?" Yuji pulled back, leaving only his aching tip prodding at your entrance, teasing like he was going to pull out, leaving you helpless, yet... Yuji wouldn't dare.

His hands were firm on your hips as he slammed back in to the hilt, gasping at the way your throbbing cunt squeezed each thick inch of him in.

The filthiest squelch as it swallowed him down to the base—fuck, did he love the feeling of you around him.

Even more, he loved the sight even better, leaning down to press a searing kiss to your lips as he set a ruthless pace, knocking the headboard into your wall with each maddening thrust.

Your lips mashed against his, whimpering as his blushing tip repeatedly left sloppy kisses on your cervix, claiming it.

"Mngh, baby?" You breathed out, dragging your nails up his back until your palms were flush against the back of his neck. "Just like that."

"Yes, ma'am." Yuji nodded, leaning down to bury his face against your neck, whining out at each deep-hitting thrust. "You feel so good, baby; I think m' gonna die here."

Your nose buried in his hair, nails scratching through the strands effortlessly, holding Yuji plush against you, the marks you'd left over his back a pretty red as he squeezed his arms around you.

Fuck, his biceps are so big.

"Baby!?" You squeaked out, a whimper tinging your tone as his pace slowed into a filthy grind, each roll of his hips rubbing sinfully against your clit. "m'gonna—"

Yuji only nodded against your skin with a breathy groan; he was close too. So close it was almost painful.

It's always so hot, seeing the big, strong, beaming basketball captain be reduced to a whiny mess every time he fucks you.

"You're so pretty." Yuji forced out, pulling back to gaze down at you, acting like you couldn't feel his tip twitching so deep inside you. "I love you."

"You—fuck—are such a dork sometimes." You pressed your palm to his cheek, guiding him back down to your lips, pressing a soft kiss there. "I love you too."

"Honey... you're sooo mean to me." He whined, breath hitching with yours as your climax fast approached, walls spasming around him with a whimper.

"Yuji—" you mewled, going limp in his arms as he felt the gush of your release hit his thighs.

“shhh, my sweet girl… eyes on me, yeah? just like that.”

suguru’s voice is velvet soft, honeyed, even as his hips snap forward in a brutal, deep thrust that makes your whole body jolt against the mattress.

his big hands cradle your face like you’re made of glass, thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks while he sinks impossibly deeper, his fat cock stretching you open, kissing right up against your cervix, making your tummy bulge everytime he bottoms out.

“s-sugu… too deep… you’re so big…” you whimper.

“i know, baby, i know,” he coos, pressing the softest kiss to the tip of your nose. “you’re takin’ me so well though. my perfect little thing, hm? feel how full you are? that’s all for you.”

he gave your another hard thrust. your legs shaking everytime he snap his hips. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room but his touches stay gentle, reverent. he dips down, tongue flicking out to catch the fat tear rolling down your cheek, licking it away slow and tender like it’s something precious.

“you look so pretty when you cry f’me. makes me want to fuck you harder, baby.”

your legs tremble around his waist, nails digging into the thick muscles of his back while he fucks you hard enough to make the headboard knock against the wall. but his mouth never leaves your face. kissing your eyelids, your temples, the corner of your trembling lips. everywhere his lips could reach.

“s’too much… sugu—!”

“you can take it, sweet girl. you always do.” he murmurs against your forehead, pressing a lingering kiss there while grinding in deep circles, stirring your insides until you’re sobbing. “look how good this pussy’s grippin’ me… like she doesn’t wanna let go. she loves bein’ stuffed full, doesn’t she?”

you nod frantically, tears slipping free, your words dissolving into pathetic little whines.

he smiles softly, even as he starts pounding faster, harder, his thick cock rearranging your guts with every snap of his hips.

“that’s my good girl… my pretty, pretty baby.” another kiss to your sweaty brow. “gonna fill you up so nice, okay? gonna give you everything you need.”

his thumbs swipe under your eyes again, collecting more tears, kissing them away one by one.

you’re shaking so much. your poor pussy fluttering around him, you’re so close. so close it hurts.

“cum for me, angel,” he whispers, lips brushing yours in the gentlest kiss. “let me feel you. let me feel that pussy squeeze me in.”

you shattered in his arms. cumming so hard that your back arched, legs shaking violently but he just holds your face tighter, kissing every inch he can reach while he fucks you through it, slow and deep and devastatingly passionate.

“there you go… that’s it, my sweet girl. so perfect... always so perfect for me.” and then he follows right after, giving you two more hard thrusts after stilling and holding you down, his cock unloading thick spurts of cum deep inside you. he cums so much it leaked around his shaft. making a puddle of cum on the sheets.

he stays buried to the hilt even after, still thrusting lazily into you, kissing your tear-streaked cheeks until you’re boneless and smiling underneath him.

you felt so utterly fucked.

just like always.