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izuku has a problem because one of his his versions of fun is tucking his thumb into your butt and licking, sucking, warming your clit until you leak enough for him to fuck your ass with no lube.
WOAAAAAAAAH
Hello hello! I've recently discovered your writing and am going absolutely WILD over it, especially your kn8 fics!!
But I would love to request Kenma Kozume(timeskip) and bathroom/shower with the reader as his roommate and helps him destress after a long day of working for his company and youtubing !!
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kenma kozume x f!reader
Kenma's nearly content to ignore his accidental discovery of your late night activities...until the sight of you wearing one of his shirts snaps the last remaining fragile threads of his willpower.
wc: 1.1k
c: 18+ only, and they were roommates, streamer!kenma, camgirl!reader, (guilty) masturbation, handjob
SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND â PART V
Itâs a miracle, Kenma thinks to himself as he lays one palm flat against the smooth tiles of the shower wall, that heâs lasted this long.
His cock hangs erect and flushed between his legs, precum leaking from the tip, and a satisfying flood of pleasure surges through him when the fingers of his other hand close around its girth.
Eight months heâs lived with you in this two-bedroom apartment, eight months of soft, mumbled âgood morningâs over coffee and late nights spent watching bad movies and playing video games on the couch.Â
Spicy sleepover round V let's goooo!!
Levi Ackerman and a (crowded / empty / very dark / secluded corner of a) bar đž
I love reading these spicy sleepovers, can't wait to read all of them!
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levi ackerman x f!reader
In which a dark, quiet corner of the bar and a glass of bourbon finally earns you Levi Ackerman's undivided attention.
wc: 1.8k
c: 18+ only, modern au, brat!reader, musician!levi, semi-public sexual activities, spit kink, alcohol, oral fixation, finger sucking, fingering
SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND - PART V
Itâs tangibleâthis steady, relentless itch of heat that blisters incessantly between yourself and the man sitting beside you in the booth, black strands of hair falling across his forehead as he runs a slender finger along the rim of his glass.
Thereâs a new tattoo nestled in the ditch of his elbow, the colors vibrant amongst the healed ink that crawls up and down the rest of his right arm.Â
Itâs distracting.
Like everything else about him.Â
Levi Ackerman is difficult to parse out, an enigma that youâve yet to untangle in the years since he joined your brotherâs band.Â
An enigma that you like to poke and prod and annoy, if only to push himâ
âDoes your tendency to be a brat coincide with certain business hours that I can aim to avoid?â he idly asks as you begin to drum your nails against his glass.
Itâs dark and secluded in this back corner of the bar, though a bustling crowd still remains pooled around the stage. Youâve long-since lost sight of your brother, Furlan, and Isabel, who abandoned the two of you to watch the next band.
And now, itâs become a bit of a game at this pointâseeing how many times you can draw out the disapproving click of Leviâs tongue against the back of his teeth in one night.Â
(Part of you would even swear he enjoys it, this constant back and forth that sways from your possession to his.)
asking your perv best friends makki and mattsun if they can be serious for a second and tell you if your boobs are attractive. objectively.
âmy top was practically see-through, and i donât think he even wanted to look at them,â you sigh, flicking through your phone to unmatch with your bad date.
the room is silent when you eventually look up, mattsun and makki both staring at you from where theyâre sitting on the couch staring up at you.
you and the flimsy tank top and bra straps uselessly hanging off of your shoulders. you and your bare tits hanging out in the middle of isseiâs living room.
you glance down at your boobs, frowning as you squeeze one of them. you think you have nice tits.
âwhat do you guys think?â
makki hasnât blinked in over a minute.
âvery suckable,â he finally says.
âi would have let him suck on them,â you pout, fingers on both hands toying with the metal bars that sit through both of your nipples. âmaybe itâs the piercings? should i take them out?â
issei chokes. âdo not take them out.â
âokay well what about pictures, do they look nice in my nudes?â
both mattsun and makkiâs phones light up at the same time when you finish tapping your way through your photo gallery to send the pictures of your boobs that you took the other night to your group chat.
makki coughs, voice tight. âis that cum?â
you laugh. âitâs just lube, i was bored. i thought it would look hot.â
âhot,â he repeats, swallowing and nodding. like heâs not already thinking about how hard heâs going to jerk off to these pictures later.
you sigh, crossing your arms over your bare chest and looking out the window. âmaybe i just need to take some better pictures.â
makki coughs, âbut these are perfââ
heâs cut off with a silent oof as mattsun sharply elbows him while youâre not looking.
mattsun, the patron saint of perverts, nods sagely, âyeah, you should let us help you.â

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the concept of getting back at roommate!makki (who you fool around with sometimes) when he pisses you off by not doing his share of chores by (1) not letting him get his daily fix of sucking on your tits and (2) bringing a girl home solely to make sure he accidentally walks in on you sucking on her tits right there on the couch.
his texts to mattsun:
>> bro
>> iâm in hell
>> heaven??????
>> mayb both idk
>> also do u think tit sucking addiction is a thing am i sick
somnophilia play with roommate!shinsouâŠâŠ.
itâs a gameâthe way you always end up face down on the couch late at night watching tv in nothing but a t-shirt and your underwear. the way you always seem to kick off the blanket right before hitoshi gets home from his patrol shift.
the way you both pretend youâre fast asleep when he gently tugs your panties to the side and strokes a finger through your slit. the way you donât make a sound as he unzips his pants. as he climbs over top of you and sinks his cock into your soaking wet heat.
the way you pretend like youâre sleeping through each rough thrust as he buries himself in your cunt over and over. as he acts like you canât hear how he groans with each soaked squelch.
as he murmurs some empty string of apologies while heâs spilling a fat hot load of cum deep inside of you. as he leaves a filthy, dripping mess between your legs and you donât complain because youâre just going to fuck it right back inside with a vibrator when you get to your room.
you have a date one night.
hitoshi shrugs after you cheekily tell him not to wait up for you as you flounce out of your room in a skirt and tank top that hardly leave anything to the imagination. he ends up standing in the middle of the kitchen palming himself through his sweatpants long after the front door swings shut.
yet youâre already home when he gets back from his shift, horizontal on the couch with a pair of white cotton panties on full display beneath your rucked up little skirt. body twisted just enough to show the swell of your tits spilling from the neckline of your top.
hitoshi inhales sharply when he starts to ease his cock inside of you only to be met with a sloppy mess of cum. the sick, twisted sense of satisfaction has him snapping his hips, burying himself inside of you balls deep in one rough stroke.
you donât mean to moan his name into the pillow, but he hears the muffled sound loud and clear.
âdate didnât fuck you good enough?â he murmurs against the shell of your ear.
you can feel the way he smiles as you exhale a shaky whine when he slowly pulls out until all thatâs left is the tip. your dateâs cum drips down your thighs. saliva pools in the back of your throat. your swollen clit aches.
hand wrapped around his cock, hitoshi teases your wet folds with the tip until youâre nearly sobbing, pussy trembling.
you nod, and he responds with a soft, satisfied sigh before he plunges back inside of you.
What A Good Kitty!
Pairing: Asshole Roommate!Sukuna x Cat Girl!Reader x Pet Owner!Toji (ft. Tattooer!Kuna x Mechanic!Toji)
Synopsis: Sukuna HATES cats. He can't stand the little balls of fur. All they do is make messes that he has to clean up and flare his allergies. But apparently, his roommate Toji doesn't care about all that and decides to adopt you, the adorable little cat girl he sees in a pet shop window. As suspected, you dislike Sukuna just as much as he dislikes you, so he makes it his mission to stay as far away from you as possible. However, one stormy night when Toji leaves for work, Sukuna comforts you during a scare from the thunder and suddenly realizes just how adorable you really are...and affectionate.Â
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Modern AU; Pet Play; Transformation; Cat Hybrid!Reader; Adoption; Fear Comfort; Snuggling; Petting; Finger F*ck; Ear Scritches/Tail Stroking; Deepthroating; Caught Fucking (by Toji but he likes that shit lol); Threesome; Daddy Dom!Toji x sub!Reader x Daddy Dom!Kuna; Collaring; Daddy/Master Kink; Couch Sëx; Spitroast; Dick Piercing; Tattoo Worship; Doggy Style aka Kitty Style (I'll go sit in the corner lmaoo); Raw Creampies; Facial; Aftercare
Word Count: 9.7k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!Â
Writer's Note: IT'S FINALLY HERE!!! This is based off of a headcanon I wrote about Cat Girl!Reader x Pet Owner!Toji (ft. Asshole Roomie!Kuna) back in February (HOLY SHIT WE IN JUNE NOW GODDAMN) I hope y'all enjoy it!! Read the headcanon riiiiight HERE! <3 -love, Jazz
Credits: Dividers made by @cursed-carmine!
Sukuna hates cats.Â
Scratch that: he hated cats before he met you.Â
To be fair, he has a disdain for pets of all shapes and sizes. Including cats. Really, he just hates animals, even the little birdies outside his window that chirp his head off in the mornings and shit on his car. He has never owned a pet before due to this unburning hatred and disdain for earthâs âfurry friendsâ.Â
HEADCANON: Pet Owner!Toji x Cat Girl!Reader (18+)
Pairing: Pet Owner!Toji x Cat Girl!Reader (w/ Asshole Roommate!Sukuna)
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Modern AU; Pet Play; Black-Coded!Reader; Human Adoption(?); Master!Toji; Service Kink; Ear/Tail Stroking; Collaring; Spanking; Punishment; BDSM; Marking; Biting; Scratching; Soft Dom!Toji x sub!Reader; Aftercare; Secretly Smitten!Sukuna; Threesome?
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!Â
Writer's Note: I've had this idea in my head for a hot minute. I just find pet play sooooo fucking hot đ€€đ€€ I'm planning on turning this into a one shot soon! Enjoy!! <3 -Jazz
Credits: All photos found on Pinterest! Divider found on pixel safari.org!
Pet Owner!Toji just adores you, his pretty little cat girl with your big, pleading eyes, adorable mews, and how the simplest things make you so happy.
mean!smoke who keeps your hands behind your back whenever he has you on all fours. claiming his decision to do that is because you always run whenever you two are in doggy style but really he just enjoyed seeing how helpless and overstimulated you got when you had no choice but to take his dick. heâd angle his hips so he could go deeper into your essence and so he could find that g-spot, and speed his pace up so his mushroom tip could kiss it over and over again.
ânah, you gone take this dick. all of it, ainât no morherfucking running.â
mean!smoke whoâs idea of punishing you when youâve been bratty is tying you up to a chair and holding a vibrator up to your clit. letting you get so overstimulated and overwhelmed that you canât even think or talk straight. he does all of this while making you apologize , and manipulating you into thinking if you apologize heâll stop. instead he ups the setting with every apology you give him.
âtell daddy you sorry, anâ then iâll take it off mama.â
mean!smoke who when he feels as though youâre bratting on purpose just so he can give you a âfunishmentâ heâll let you act up for a little, let you think youâre going to get what you want before quickly bending you over his knee, riding up your skit and using his hand to forcefully spank your ass. after a few minutes your ass starts to hurt, which causes you to try and block his hand from your butt. but he uses his free hand to move it and hold your hand down. forcing you to take it.
âyou had so much shit to say earlier. you better take this shit.â
guess whoâs back yall.. mee! finally, and iâm actually serious this time.i got fics lined up for yall.. some of which im dropping teasers for this week! it was just so hard balancing this + updating my books on wattpad. it was exhausting, so i just took time to focus on wattpad for a little. but now im back on here and i honestly and genuinely plan on staying <3. canât wait to write on here again đ„č.

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thinking about onyankopon rnâŠ ïżŒ
thinking about bakugou whoâs forced to go to rehab after a crazy mission where he pulled and strained multiple muscles. this recommended rehab specialist which all heroes use, tells him that he runs a stretching class in the evenings in the local gym on the side of doing his one on one sessions with pros. bakugou has nothing to do, basically bed bound, off all future missions and can only do regulated exercise so he turns up.
bakugou hates rehab. it makes him feel like a baby learning to walk. they force him to lift weights that weigh the same as mangos and he has to do these stretches that he sees the elderly do when he does nursing home visits.
this stretching class, itâs exactly how he expects. a class full of women. about 13 of them, majority elderly with their leggings and sleeveless jackets. thereâs two other women in the corner a few years older than him but they donât even look bakugouâs way. and then you.
definitely his type. his type to a t, so much so that itâs a little painful to look at you. you wave to the instructor at the front and frown at bakugou.
âwe never get guys here,â you pull off your joggers to reveal skin tight leggings, âespecially ones like you.â
he doesnât know if he should be offended or if heâs in the wrong here. your eyes flick up and down his body. still massively muscled. thick tape over his biceps. a knee band on his left.
âi uhâ,â
and the class starts, with this relaxing, walking in the forest music and you forget bakugouâs even beside you. heâs still dumbly looking at you like he needs to reply but heâs taken a second too long and missed his chance.
you in your leggings, sports bra and light gym top. he can see the purple racer back of your bra under your top. he wants to talk to you. ask you if you were being rude there or are you always that blunt to strangers?
he copies everyone by standing behind his own black dynamight official merchandise gym mat. everyone else is using the dingy brown gym logo ones.
bakugou can only think that this is why you donât want men in this class because he wants to look at you through the mirror opposite you both. he wonât though because it would be embarrassing for you to open your eyes mid stretch and find him staring. but your mat is right beside him, you are right beside him. he wants to figure you out, make ominous comments for you to think about minutes after theyâve happened.
the instructor tells the room to stretch their arms above their heads and to breathe in through the nose and out the mouth. thereâs no competition in the room like there usually is when he trains with his friends. he canât remember the last time heâs been to the local gym that smells like sweaty metal and the wallpapers peeling off the walls. everyoneâs at different levels, some barely able to stretch their arms straight, others shaking and some just doing what they can.
you, when he does peep over, look like youâre in your own world. he can hear your soft breaths beside him, the crack in your knee when you all move to the next position.
he tries to be normal when heâs laying flat on the ground and then twists to stretch his hips because you let out this little sweet, âfuck.â
bakugouâs not even facing you when you say it but amongst the somewhat calming music that crackles through the cheap speakers, he can still hear it. it doesnât get him hard because heâs grown enough to have some sense and context. it was a good stretch for you. but his eyes widen and his body stiffens
itâs embarrassing when bakugou canât do a basic stretch of his leg due to his accident. has him grumbling under his breath when the instructor helps him into place and a few old ladies turn to look at him. he huffs when he lets out a groan and you giggle at him. fucking giggle.
itâs even worse when he mishears left for right and he ends up facing you for a stretch.
his eyes are ping pong balls, pupils bouncing from you to the wall to his feet then your lips then your eyes. but instead of spinning the right way, he just stays facing you. he feels worthy when you laugh, lucky when you make a comment.
âwrong way, silly.â
it feels like youâre flirting. is he so stupid that a woman talking to him feels like flirting? maybe he just wishes you were.
he stares at you when you inhale, when you shut him out by sliding your eyes closed to concentrate. then how your chest softens with the exhale. bakugou looks away at the end of the countdown so you donât catch him looking.
the session is only half an hour and when it gets to the end, he wants to ask for your name. or your number. he canât do that, you come here to stretch not find a boyfriend. donât people do that at gyms all the time? arenât gyms just dating breeding grounds? he hasnât even said a word to you yet.
the instructor turns the music off and without that filling the empty space bakugou is scrambling for purchase. but youâre already up to hang the gym mat on the wall and grabbing your bag in the corner.
âsee you next week jim!â
said to the instructor. then you look at bakugou, again your eyes flicker up and down his body. he canât tell if youâre laughing at him or still confused to why heâs in this class or if you like what you see. he gets a short nod and a small smile from you. then you turn around before he can even reply.
he hasnât even rolled up his mat yet.
jim walks over to him, âdynamight! i know that probably wasnât your usual speed but rehab will be similar to that. i can message your team for your free days and we can get our sessions booked in the calendar.â
âi wanna come back to these sessions.â
jim frowns, âat the gym? your one on ones will be at home, personalised to fit your care.â
âwe can do both? or i can do these, itâs the same shit anyway isnât it?â
bakugou rubs his top lip against his septum. is he really fucking up his rehab journey for the chance to see you again? maybe.
âi say we do both, dynamight. good to know you enjoyed my session here. i only do these for free to help the community.â
bakugou nods, half paying attention. heâs learnt this skill from being surrounded by friends that talk more than necessary. he wonders if he should ask jim your name? no that might be creepy if you find out. no it isnât. maybe he can catch you on your way out. or maybe youâve gone into the workout space? oh fuck, heâs too late again isnât he?
âjust call me bakugou. iâll see you next week for sure.â
Simon Ghost Rileyâs interests were a bit⊠different.
Not weird. Maybe nerdy? This is besides the rock collection heâs been building up since he was a kid, and besides the plethora of Lego sets he still loves to build (he doesnât have shit else to blow cash on, why not?) and besides the knife collectionâ
Simon Riley has played this extremely adorable yet addicting puzzle game that has a very well known and loved mascots. He doesnât even remember how he got into the game, but itâs been 3 years playing the game now and perhaps the collection of cute stuffed animals and stickers on his home laptop hasâ accumulated. Maybe too much
So when thereâs a collab with his favorite video game at his favorite cafe, and with a strike of luck wins the raffle for players over level 100â of course Simon Ghost Riley is at the event!
And early at that.
Wellâ maybe he was sitting at the cafe near by. So stand off ish, in all black, mask on with a cap, no one could see the three collector item kitty cat keychains he had on. Too nervous to wait in line and look out of place, his knee bouncing up and down, phone clutched tight in his hand. Eyes stuck on the growing line, the cute pink, purple and blueâs of the decorationsâ he loved it. But could he really go in? By himself?
And heâs lucky you walk by, a little ditzy and absentminded, if you hadnât so loudly gasped and asked if he was going to the cafe next doorâ someone probably wouldâve asked him to leave the premises.
You slap your hand over your mouth, âSorry, that was loud. But I saw the purple ticket on the table! You have to get in line to get a good seat like⊠now! Or all the influencers will take your spot.â
His ears burn red, scratching his hair, âYeah, But⊠itâs a little-â
ââYou like it, donât you?â
Simon eyes widen a little, âWell, yeah.â
âThen you should enjoy it to the fullest! Dont worry about what other people think!â
And Simon doesnât even fully register it all, youâre taking his hand and helping him up, âWe can sit together! Double the fun when itâs two people, itâs true!â You give him that jaw dropping smile that has his stomach feel like itâs about to flip. A new reason to be nervous taking over.
But heâs thankful for how headstrong you are nonetheless, got a perfect seat by the window with you, got to try to new sweet treats and drinks while thankful the mask he had covering his face his mask to hide the amounts of times he gushed at the cute items and how cute you looked across from him, giggling and taking pictures with and for him. Got a bag full of new merch, a long with a friend to finally talk about his hidden hobby with.
a/n: alt ending where they⊠âget to know each otherâ in the car after the event, your face all pressed into his hoodie that smells like him and licking and biting up his neck while he helps you grind your hips against his hard on through his pants . Your panties creating a stain the more your roll your hips, can feel his chub poking you through your sticky folds, donât even remember how he got that Jean skirt that went to your ankles off of you, but Simon likes how good you look a little disheveled, biting your lip as you say his name thatâs still fresh to you in barley a whisper. And Simon canât help but let out low groan after low groan, the way your ass feels in his calloused hands, how hot you look in that shirt of his favorite mobile game practically squeezing your tits, the way you keep pulling away from kisses to look into his dark brown eyes that match yoursâ youâve got the man hooked.
No puzzle game.
Sometimes the house became almost painfully quiet when Simon was away. Not the good kind of quiet, the kind that settled softly over the room and let you breathe for a while. This was different. A strange, persistent silence that felt like something was missing from the walls themselves, like the whole place had forgotten how to sound like home.
You did your best to fill it.
Books, music, little cleaning spurts that turned into reorganizing entire shelves, and, most often lately, cooking. Cooking helped. It gave your hands something to do and your mind something to focus on. It was soothing, for the most part, until you made something you knew Simon would have loved, and there was no one there to tease, taste, or steal the first bite.
Still, tonightâs recipe had gone well. The kitchen smelled warm and rich, all garlic and herbs and something sweet lingering underneath. You stood there with a plate in one hand, ready to finally serve, when you heard it.
A shuffle. Then a low groan from the front door.
Your whole body went rigid.
Simon was not supposed to be back for another week. You were alone. No guests, no deliveries, no reason for anyone to be at the door at all.
Someone was breaking in. Shit.
You went cold all at once, every lecture Simon had ever given you on self defense flashing through your mind, but panic left no room for careful thinking. You grabbed the plate tighter, your knuckles whitening around it, and moved before your brain could catch up.
The lock rattled, the door bursting open and you swung.
The plate shattered spectacularly against the head of the very tall intruder.
For one breathtaking second, you stood frozen, half expecting a stranger, a threat, anything else.
Instead, a familiar grumble filled the doorway, "Fucking hell."
D'aww. đ„ș The best welcome home there is. Nothing will ever top it (except, maybe, a pan đ).
Very few times in his life has gaz been given a direct order from his spouse, and every single time he treats it with the urgency of a mission.
He has never once failed any of your requests....until today, it seems.
"Gaz, baby, you better come home smelling like that tomorrow." You had whispered in his ear last night after hours of sex. Not that you two never fucked, but he swears you were trying to kill him that night, face tucked into the crook of his neck.
Gaz doesn't want to admit defeat, but he's crawled through the entire base. Sniffing everything like a fucking dog trying to identify what smell had rubbed off on him. He didn't leave base, followed his normal schedule yesterday, so eventually he should find it.
He's in the middle of helplessly sniffing soap bottles in the hopes he accidentally grabbed someone else's when ghost walks in, postâ...whatever he does to workout. He raises a brow at gaz sniffing the soap bottle, but says nothing.
Gaz knows ghost wont say shit about it, given everything he's walked in on ghost doing andâ
Wait.
....gaz takes a much to obvious sniff in ghosts general direction.
....that's the smell. Gaz remembers the sparring he did yesterday, how ghost seemed very keen on grapples that time. The smell that had you jumping gazs bones last night was the smell of his lieutenant covered in dirt and sweat.
Gaz contemplates for a moment, looks ghost up and down. He's far from a turn-off, thats for sure. Easily both of your types.
"Hey, L.t...ever had a threesome?"

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what it's like dating kiribaku.
~tags: kiribaku x reader/black reader, fluff, poly stuff hehehe. @veilist @nctwayv127dream @h3avenlyglory @ejk31 @valiantreaperworm @sherrietynneil
you love it.
being in a relationship with two men who have contrasting personalities, but both love you very dearly.
kirishima, who talks to you in the sweetest and most loving voice ever. heâs a naturally upbeat and outgoing guy, but heâs always so so happy to be in your presence. your favorite thing about him is how much of an empath and sweetheart he is. he's the type of person who, if you or bakugo were to start crying, he would cry too.
kiri always checks up on you, making sure that youâre okay. he loves cuddling and covering your face in kisses. he usually finds himself checking your location absentmindedly.
when itâs time for date night, he always gets so flustered seeing your outfits. he feels like he could pass out every time he sees you. he's someone who loves capturing the moment, so he's always taking candid photos of you and bakugo.
whenever heâs having doubts about himself, he always comes to you. kiri thinks youâre a great listener and good at giving advice. he feels safe and comfortable around you.
he also has a habit of "submitting" to you. like he will whatever you say, just because it makes you, and him, happy. he's never one to say no.
you love how silly he is; he always finds a way to make you guys laugh. even bakugo, who acts like it annoys him, loves kirishimaâs antics.
you've always heard about bakugo's personality. how heâs rude, always yelling, and it seems like heâs never in a good mood. but to be honest, youâve rarely ever seen him that way.
katsuki never speaks to you how he speaks to others. he doesnât dare to. thereâs no reason for him to have a temper around you, simply because he loves you. you and kiri calm him down. he feels grounded with you two and has a soft spot for you both.
but when you do spot him getting angry with someone, all it takes is a soft look from you to immediately change his attitude.
when talking to you, his voice is the same, just softer, quieter.
whether you guys are at home or out and about, he'll randomly come up behind you, hold onto your waist, and rest his head in the crook of your neck.
he never says anything to you; he just stands there patiently. itâs his way of saying that he just wants to be close to you.
katsuki hates seeing you two upset. heâll do anything to help you guys feel better.
when you're showing affection to both men in public, there are always stares. but they quickly avert their eyes when they see katsuki glaring at them. sometimes he'll go so far as to walk up and confront them.
your boyfriends would do anything for you. your safety and happiness are their number one priority.
Dating a very shy man who also happens to be a virgin and insists on taking it slow.
Which of course you donât mind because you love him and things are going so so well! You wouldnât wanna mess it up by being horny but he doesnât make it easy for you. Like now, the two of you have had a few glasses of wine between the both of you and itâs like all of the pent up sexual frustration comes back with a deep throb in your pussy. Heâs laying back against the bed, eyes scanning your face as the movie finishes on the screen and the credits begin to roll. You toss your leg up so it drapes across his lap and your warm cunt gains a glint of satisfaction by resting against his thigh. He doesnât even seem to pick up on anything, he just leans down and presses a kiss to your lips and itâs slow, dangerously slow. His tongue slides over your bottom lip and slips into your mouth and you canât seem to fight the moan that slips from your mouth out of pure desire for the man in front of you. Your hips, albeit slow, moved with a desperation. Your hips were stuttering as you deepened the kiss. His hands slid down your body, one inching down your back and the other gripping the thigh you caged him to the bed with. Somehow it escalates even further, you end up on top of him entirely. Pussy resting directly over the bulge in his shorts, rocking back and forth with so much want that the bed beneath you squeaks as result. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening with each movement of your hips, all the while the two of you havenât stopped kissing once. His hands are squeezing your sides, his hips bucking upwards without any hesitation until he simplyâŠstops? Youâre confused and you pull away with hazy eyes and swollen lips and he looks up at you with a nervous expression and messy hair and you can feel the way heâs throbbing underneath you. All for you and yet-
âI-I think we should stop hereâ he says, clearing his throat following a nerdy crack in his voice.
âNo no youâre rightâ you say and scurry off of the manâs lap, eyes immediately finding the obvious wet patch you left on his shorts and your cheeks heat up at your desire being so obvious.
He doesnât mention it he just pulls you back into his chest and kisses the top of your head, snuggling like nothing ever happened and you wonder if anyoneâs ever died of sexual frustration before.