feverswan

You lay on your tummy in the soft sheets, phone glowing in your hands as you scroll mindlessly. Suguru’s resting on your back, his big body a comforting weight that pins you gently into the mattress. He feels so solid and warm, his chest rising and falling against you with each breath, the room's quiet except for the low hum of the fan and the occasional tap of your finger on the screen.

"Should we order something for dinner?" he murmurs near your ear, voice low and smooth, "Or maybe I can make something just for you? Eggs the way you like them."

You smile into the pillow and nod, his hands starts to wander then. At first they're innocent, sliding along your sides, but soon his palms grow bolder and he slips them under your t-shirt, mapping the curve of your waist and the softness of your skin. His touch gentle yet sure, fingers spreading wide to feel more of your warmth.

A soft moan slips from your lips. It was quiet, barely there, but it made him shift and you felt it immediately. His cock begins to harden against your ass, pressing through his sweatpants as he moves, the more he rocks subtly, the more obvious it becomes... he's getting hard just from touching you like this.

"Are you getting hard right now, Suguru?" you tease, voice playful.

He sighs, a sound full of pain and want. "Fuck yes Princess. And you're such a brat for pointing it out."

Before you could laugh, he flips you over with ease. His strength always surprises you and now you lay on your back, staring up at his handsome face, dark hair falling forward, framing those sharp violet eyes thats looking at you with hunger and he traces his hands up your arms until he pins both your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. The other resting besides your face.

He leans down and kisses you. First came soft pecks, light and teasing against your lips, then the kiss deepens, his mouth claiming yours fully, tongue pushing inside to taste you. You moan into it, body arching up to meet him and he slots perfectly between your thighs, his hips settling against yours as if he always belonged there.

The grinding starts slow, his hard cock rubbing right against your pussy through your thin shorts, with each roll of his hips makes you wetter, the fabric growing damp from how much you want him, then his free hand roams down your side, squeezing your hip before sliding under your shirt again to cup your breast.

You tug against his grip on your wrists, not to escape but to feel the control he has and It sends sparks through you. Suguru notices and tightens his hold just enough to remind you whose in charge as his tongue tangles with yours, the kiss turns messy and hot, breathy sounds filling the space between you.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, lips brushing your jaw. "Look at you. Already so wet for me and I haven't barely even touched you properly, sweet girl." His voice husky and he grounds down harder, letting you feel every inch of his erection pressing against your plump pussy.

Your legs wraps around his waist instinctively, the pressure feeling so good, each movement drags cock right over your clit, making you gasp and he kisses you again, deeper this time, swallowing every little moan you give him, His hand leaves your breast and travels lower, slipping into your shorts to find you soaked.

Suguru groans against your mouth. "So warm and ready. My sweet brat." His fingers teases your folds, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips buck and you try to move your hands but he keeps them pinned, forcing you to take the pleasure he's giving.

He kisses down your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot that always makes you shiver. His hips never stopping their slow grind, even as his fingers explore you. Two thick fingers pushes inside your pussy, curling just right and the stretch feels perfect and you clench around them, moaning louder now.

The weight of him on top of you is everything. His broad shoulders blocking out the light from the lamp. His scent, clean and masculine with a hint of his shampoo, surrounds you, making you feel safe and claimed all at once.

"Please, Suguru," you whisper.

He lifts his head up to look at you, eyes dark with lust. "Please what? Tell me, baby." He adds a third finger, pumping them in and out slowly while his thumb rubs your clit.

You whimper... "I need you inside me. All of you."

He smiles, that lazy, dangerous smile. "Good girl for asking so nicely." Then he releases your wrists but only to pull your shirt off. His own clothes follows quickly and when he settles back between your thighs, his bare cock rests heavy against your slick pussy.

He takes his time rubbing the head up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Every slide making you tremble, then he pushes in, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he bottoms out, the fullness makes your head fall back against the pillow.

Suguru stays still for a moment, savoring how you pulse around him and his hands finds yours again, lacing your fingers together above your head and he starts to move, deep and steady thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside you.

Your moans mix with his low groans. The bed creaks softly under you both, he leans down to kiss you through it, tongues sliding together in time with his hips and weat begins to slick your skin where you're touching.

He angles his thrusts to grind against your clit with every push, the pleasure builds fast and your legs tightens around him, heels digging into the small of his back. "Aaa— Close," you breathe.

"Come for me," he commands softly. "Let me feel it."

You shatter around him, pussy clenching tight as waves of pleasure washes over you and he keeps moving through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking. Only then does he let himself go, burying deep and filling you with hot pulses of his milky cum.

He collapses on top of you, still inside, his weight comforting once more, he presses soft kisses to your shoulder as you both catch your breath.

"Dinner in a minute," he murmurs with a smile. "And maybe round two after."

You laugh softly and nod, running your fingers through his raven hair. The night is still young, and Suguru is far from being done with you.

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♡ ⸝⸝ lazy morning sex w suguru ❤︎₊ ⊹ cw: nsfw

sunlight peaked through the curtains of your shared apartment. it was early morning, but the exact time was unclear. you had woken up a few minutes ago and suguru was stirring beside you. you felt him first: his big arms wrapping around you, soft lips leaving wet kisses down your neck, and the hard tent in his pants pressing against your ass.

wasting no time, you slowly grinded against him, earning a low grown from the raven haired man. his soft lips ghosted over your skin while his hands gripped your hips. you instinctively opened your legs as he inched closer to you. the only thing you had on were your flimsy sleep shorts and matching tank top. suguru snaked his hand in between your thighs and tugged off your shorts. arching into him, you spread even wider so he could reach where you ached the most.

“already so soaked for me,” he murmured. using his fingers, he spread your slick across your folds a low hum. all you could manage was a small nod. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping two fingers inside of you. you moaned into your pillow and shuddered. his long fingers reached where your own couldn’t. he curled them and you bit the pillow to muffle your embarrassingly loud moans.

he cupped your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “don’t hide from me. i wanna hear you.” your cunt fluttered at his words and you whimpered his name.

“you’re taking my fingers so well my love,” he cooed, picking up the pace a little. broken moans left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. you didn’t hold back this time, letting him hear just how good he made you feel.

“my baby is so needy in the morning, isn’t she?” suguru pressed his lips to your neck. a soft cry escaped your lips, your thighs shaking as he curled his fingers again.

you shattered, the pleasure taking over you. you whispered his name quietly as you came down from your high. suguru pulled out his fingers with a wet squelch before bringing them to his lips.

“mmm,” he moaned shamelessly. you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he swirled his tongue to taste you. he smirked when he realized you were watching him, then pulled down his boxers.

precum was already oozing from his mushroom tip. you reached behind you and pumped the base of his cock, earning a low groan from him. as you glided your thumb across the head, he twitched in your palm and bucked his hips into your hand slightly.

after you teased him a bit, he did the same suguru teased your entrance, smearing your wetness with his length before pushing inside. you gasped at the stretch. he split you open as he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. once he fully bottomed out, he began to move his hips slightly.

the angle was more agonizing than his pace. his thrusts were shallow, he barely pulled out before slipping back inside of you, but the way his tip nudged that spot deep inside made you shiver. your velvet walls clenched around him with each stroke, taking every inch.

“my pretty girl,” he whispered. you whined softly, too tired and too fucked out to think properly. "perfect, just perfect."

he rolled his hips slowly. you arched your back and grasped the pillow under your head. his dick bullied your cunt, making your brain go all fuzzy. the way he whispered sweet, yet filthy things to you wasn’t helping either.

“you take me so well, my love. the way you melt like putty in my hands drives me crazy.” he smiled into your skin. “milking the shit out of me as a ruin you. so tight, you’d think i never take care of you.”

but that wasn’t true. mornings like this with suguru were a reoccurring thing. he always found himself slipping inside of you, reaching where you needed him most.

wc ; ~700 · ° .ᐟ

Katsuki was laid out beneath you, crimson eyes half-lidded and burning as you straddled his hips. His broad chest glistened with a sheen of sweat, muscles flexing every time you moved. His spiky hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his scarred hands gripped your thighs so tightly his fingers left marks.

“Fuck…” he groaned, voice rough and low. “Move, baby. Don’t just sit there.”

You rolled your hips slowly, teasing him just a little. His head pressed back into the pillow, jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temples into his damp spiky hair.

“Shit— stop going so fucking slow,” he growled, but there was a desperate edge in his tone. “Ride me how you know I like it. I need it.”

You braced your hands on his chest and started bouncing on his cock, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing louder each time. Katsuki’s eyes were locked on you, dark and hungry, his abs flexing every time you sank down.

“Yeah… just like that,” he panted, voice strained. “Fuck, you feel so good. You know just what I like.”

His eyes trailed down your body, analyzing your lustrous skin, descending down your breasts to your narrow stomach. Your thighs were burning but you kept going, grinding down deep before lifting up again. Katsuki’s grip tightened, almost bruising.

“Faster— shit, please,” he rasped, hips jerking up desperately to meet you. “Don’t tease me right now.”

He looked wrecked in the best way. Flushed cheeks, mouth slightly open, eyes half-lidded as he watched you ride him. Still in control, but clearly starving for more.

You leaned forward, hands on either side of his head, bodies pressed together, slick skin sliding against slick skin. Katsuki immediately wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close as he thrust up harder.

“Goddamn— you’re soaking me,” He groaned against your neck. “Look at the mess you’re making.”

You moaned loudly, grinding down on him in tight circles. His breath hitched. “Fuck, don’t stop,” he pleaded, voice hoarse but still demanding. “Keep fucking me just like that. Please baby, I’m so close already…”

His other hand slid down to grip your ass, spreading you as he helped guide your movements, thrusting up frantically. The desperation in his voice mixed perfectly with that cocky tone you loved.

“Yeah? You like me all needy like this?” he growled, even as his hips stuttered. “Then don’t you dare slow down. Milk me dry, baby. I need to feel you cum on it.”

Sweat was caught in his brows. His whole body was glistening, muscles tense and shining as he fucked up into you harder, chasing that high. You could feel how badly he needed it and you.

“Katsuki—” you moaned, bouncing faster.

“That’s it. Right there, oh fuck, please don’t stop,” he groaned, cutting you off sounding wrecked. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard if you keep doing that.”

You clenched around him on purpose and his eyes rolled back for a second, a broken moan slipping out.

“Fuuuck— you’re gonna kill me,” he panted, voice rough. “But don’t you fucking stop. I want it. I need you to ride me till I fill you up.”

His desperation finally pushed you over. You came hard, crying out as your pussy pulsed around his thick cock, soaking him even more. Bakugou groaned loudly, arms locking around you in a tight hold as he thrust up deep and came right after you.

“Shit, take it, take all of it,” he growled, burying himself to the hilt while thick ropes of cum flooded your pussy. His body trembled underneath you, sweat pouring off him as he held you tight through both your orgasms.

You both stayed like that, panting, bodies glued together from the heat and sweat. Bakugou’s hands lazily ran up and down your back, still buried deep inside you.

“Needed that bad.” he muttered, voice hoarse.

He pressed a rough kiss to your shoulder, then smirked against your skin.

“I needed you so bad.”

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“You’re soaked. Really gave her a workout, hm?”

His thumb swiped between your legs slowly, lazily. Just enough to graze over your clit, still perked and twitching with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

He paused a moment just to watch you clench around nothing, to indulge in the feeling of your clit pulsing beneath his thumb before his touch dipped lower. Calloused fingertips traced around your entrance, smearing the slick left drooling there in the wake of your nth orgasm.

“But not here, right?” He questioned, voice nothing but a deep rumble as he teased at your rim.

You shook your head slowly, feeling dizzy and a little breathless. Brain fuzzy now with the delicate brush of his fingers tracing your neglected entrance, and the way his voice felt over your ears - silky and utterly decadent.

“Of course not,” he soothed, voice still low, painfully intimate, “because only I’m allowed inside, isn’t that right, pet?”

As the last word left him, his wrist finally moved. Two thick fingers slipping inside with an ease that made your stomach drop and your pulse leap to a frenzied thrum. Your body welcomed the contact, sucked the length of him inside greedily until you felt the heel of his palm grind against you.

ryōmen sukuna has a clingy s/o.

genre: fluff / comfort

the king of curses mutilates people for less than any of the things you do to him on a daily basis.

walking into the room to inform him of the latest update on the warfront, uraume decides they have certainly witnessed more compromising states than this.

they bow down before the king of curses, who is currently lounging on his throne with you draped over his shoulders—like some human mink coat or a sentient scarf of sorts, snoring softly into his unkempt hair.

“lord sukuna.” they rise and address him, tone within the emotional range of a stone.

“speak.”

“...i can return later.”

“no, report.”

uraume’s eyes divert to the snuffling form of you for exactly half a second, a monumental display of curiosity for the permafrost-carved servant. they begin their report, speaking in their usual monotone intonation, but sukuna catches note of the way their eyes keep drifting upward.

“what.”

“nothing, my lord.” uraume meets his four eyes, choosing the addition of words with care. “it’s just... interesting, to see you so—”

“watch your mouth before i slice it off.”

“accommodating.” uraume finishes, deadpan, because they've served him long enough to know when he’s all bark.

sukuna's upper set of eyes narrows, but the lower pair flicks upward—toward your head, where your exhales stir the fine strands of his light crimson hair.

“i am going to flay you,” he says, deeply flat.

burrowed so deep into the crook of his neck, sukuna feels the damp warmth of your huff against him like a warm parasite that had somehow convinced itself the king of curses is a personal mattress. your previously limp hand curls into the fabric of his dark kimono, loosely holding on to a fistful of the silk robe as you exhale harder into his thick neck.

uraume's eyebrow twitches, a fraction of a millimeter—practically a scream of emotion from them.

“finish the report,” sukuna growls, low enough that it vibrates through his wide chest—and through you, because you're plastered to his body like a second skin. you stir, mumble something unintelligible, and he stills again.

uraume continues, detailing the skirmish in various territories, relaying information on sorcerers who think they could exorcise a fragment of their lord’s power. standard fare and utterly boring, sukuna only half-listens. the other half of his attention tuned into the way your breath starts to even out again, deep and slow, weight becoming heavier against him—fully asleep and dead to the world, completely vulnerable in the lap of the most deadly being in existence.

reckless, sukuna thinks. how idiotic.

his lower left arm moves, the rough hand settling against the small of your back, steadying you as you slip dangerously close to sliding off his shoulder.

he adjusts without thinking—tugging you close against him, rearranging your limbs so you lay across his lap instead.

uraume stops mid-sentence.

“continue.” sukuna snaps.

“the latest front has been... largely pacified.” uraume’s voice is perfectly measured. their eyes are not—intrigued gaze fixing on the way sukuna’s thumb traces an absent circle against your spine. “we anticipate the remaining forces will mobilize. shall I—”

“no.”

uraume continues theorizing as sukuna's second mouth, the one on his stomach, lets out this tiny rumble—not quite a growl, nor a purr. something in between. something possessive.

he cuts uraume off without looking away.

“speak quieter.”

“very well.”

silence engulfs the quarters. uraume remains perfectly still, head bowed, waiting for the inevitable command to execute the upcoming massacres. the only sound is the rhythmic, maddeningly peaceful puff of oxygen against sukuna’s skin.

your hand finds one of his in your sleep, palm curling against two of his fingers. he stares at your grasp like it offends him.

"i am going to kill the rest," sukuna announces.

uraume nods, faint and brief.

“in the morning.”

“naturally.”

“when they’re awake.”

“i’m sure they’ll be devastated.”

sukuna’s eye twitches. he could kill uraume. he won't. but he could.

then you sigh in your sleep—soft, contented—and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, right over his pulse point, where the skin is thinner and no one has ever been dumb enough to put their mouth.

sukuna’s grip tightens around yours, his chest tightening. he grits his teeth.

“uraume.”

they perk up.

“find a blanket.”

uraume blinks, most expressive they've been in decades. “...a blanket.”

“you heard me.”

“of course, lord Sukuna.” they bow, and sukuna picks up on the hint of a smile his servant holds off.

the sliding doors shut behind uraume.

then sukuna is alone. with you, your breath—the hands, tiny compared to his, enveloped in his, and the infuriating, tight heat spreading through his torso.

a curse user who has unraveled sorcerers from the inside out, yet he cannot bring himself to move.

he is the BEST kisser. he’s so judicious with his tongue, teases and tastes into you all heated and almost shy at first, puffs soft, hot, panting breaths against your mouth when your tongue finally brushes back against his. he reads how you like it and matches it effortlessly, learning with you how the two of you move together.

When Simon is too tired to fuck you or not in the mood to spend twenty-seven minutes getting your cunt loose and wet enough to take his monster cock but you're horny and practically humping his leg on the bed, he has you lay on your back and pull your legs up to present.

And then he kneels on the mattress, rubs your puffy slit and thumbs at your swollen clit until you're leaking slick down your ass crack.

"There we fuckin' go, bunny," he murmurs before spitting on your pussy to make a bigger mess; slick and saliva foaming on your skin.

Then he slowly plunges two long, thick fingers into your sopping hole, sometimes three if your pussy is greedy; feeling your inner muscles tighten around him.

And then he fingerfucks you properly until you're squeezing and squelching around his thrusting digits while your pretty whines and helpless moans make his own cock swell in his pants.

There's a rapidly forming damp patch on the front of his sweats; the smell of precum mixing with your musk. Because his cock didn't get the memo tonight, always aching for your pussy.

And when your back bows and you cry out his name, his free hand tightens on your knee to keep your legs apart, all while his tawny eyes stare at your greedy cunt as you come around his fingers, soaking his hand.

He groans shamelessly, easing his finger out before smacking your puffy, twitching cunt until you whine and shake.

"Si, s'too much," you mewl, pushing at his hand yet grinding your hips for more.

you finally understood the importance of the type of man you marry.

your whole body was weak, aching, and sore all over after giving birth. for the first couple days afterwards, you were pretty much bedridden at the hospital. but through every agonising hour, toji was by your side, refusing to leave, glued to an uncomfortable chair beside you.

after day two, you finally regained some energy and movement. the nurses suggested you try to walk and take a shower, get your body back into commission. toji refused to let anyone else help you, practically shooing the nurses away as he helps you out of bed, one strong arm around your waist as he walks you to the bathroom.

you limp a little, wincing still at the lingering pain between your legs. "can’t you just carry me like you usually do when i’m tired?" you whine, holding onto toji for dear life as you pad closer to the bathroom. "y’can do it, baby. few more steps, atta girl," he encourages, supporting you effortlessly with those strong arms.

honestly, you were dying for a hot shower. and to get out of the bulky pads you’re wearing to stop you from pissing yourself.

toji flicks the shower on, then turns back to you, carefully unfastening your maternity gown and letting it pool at your feet. he smiles gently at your still swollen belly, covered in stretch marks, rubbing it with two hands and feeling how empty and soft it was now. "gonna miss this bump."

you place your hands on his shoulders as he helps you out of your underwear, discarding the used pad with his bare hands like it wasn’t covered in all types of bodily fluid.

without an ounce of judgement, he sits you down on the toilet, holding your hand as you relieve yourself, gritting your teeth through the burning sensation. once you finish, you hold onto one of his arms as he wipes you gently, careful not to cause you any discomfort. “still sore?" he asks, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

you nod slowly, letting toji walk you to the shower, the warm droplets beginning to cascade down your skin. you look at him expectedly as the steam begins to fill the small bathroom. "yeah, i’m comin" he says, taking his own clothes off to join you.

your husband steps in with you, pressing his chest to your back, hands steady on your hips as he presses soft kisses to your neck. you sigh in relief, finally able to take a second to breathe after all the chaos.

toji takes the soap from your bag nearby, lathering you in it, then takes a soft sponge and washes you. he’s extra careful, hands unhurried as he cleans you, praising you with that low, gravelly voice. "been so strong these last few days, mama.”

he moves on to your hair, washing and conditioning it thoroughly, doing everything in his power to help you feel refreshed again. once he’s done, he holds you close once more, hands on your soft belly, chin resting on your shoulder.

it was pure bliss — serenity. you both stayed there for a while, enjoying every quiet moment you can get whilst the nurses took your baby for its checkup.

when you exit the shower, he’s already grabbing you a soft robe, helping you into it and grabbing you a fresh pad and pair of underwear. "hold onto me, there ya’ go," he says, slipping your underwear on, up to your knees and sitting you on the lid of the toilet.

he hadn’t even bothered to dry himself off yet, or grab a towel; you were his priority. always.

toji crouches in front of you, sticking your large pad to your underwear. you watch him with a smile, so careful, so focused. he then layers the pad with soothing compresses before helping you back onto your feet, pulling your underwear up and fastening your robe.

"feel ok?" he asks, tucking a stray, damp strand of hair behind your ear.

you smile and nod, too exhausted to dry or brush your hair. you limp back towards your bed, toji follows close behind you in case you fell — quickly grabbing a towel beforehand. he helps you back into bed, pulling the blanket back over you.

"need anythin’ else, baby?" he asks, perching on the end of your bed, hand over your thigh.

"a kiss before i nap for like another ten hours?" you smile, closing your eyes. without having to be asked twice, he leans over, kissing you softly — once on your cheek, once on your lips. "love you," he murmurs."

"mm, love you too."

the room grows silent as you settle in, resting your mind and body. he stays sat with you, rubbing your thigh, still shirtless and dripping wet.

"you better put a shirt on before the nurses come back," you mumble. "on it," he responds with a low chuckle, heading back towards the bathroom.

a/n; just a toji blog atp LOL

synopsis . SukuGo but you’re getting fucked in between them while they argue. content . afab!reader, established relationship, rough sex, eiffel tower, sukuna x gojo, a bit of dirty talk, bickering, little attention on the reader, creampie, etc.

"You talk a lot of shit for someone who's barely keeping up right now." Sukuna rasps out to the sweaty, white-haired man on the other side of your currently ruined frame. He's got a single hand weaved into your hair as he works your mouth up and down the length of his blushing cock, still managing to argue even while he's halfway down your throat.

To which Gojo scoffs profoundly, "Oh yeah?" He starts, hands currently clinging onto the purchase of your hips whilst his pelvis meets the soft flesh of your ass with his heavy thrusts, heavy balls plap! plap! plapping! against your achy clit, "Says the idiot who-, hah, fuck... came on her face before she even stuck her tongue out," He fires back to the pink haired individual leaking all over the inner walls of your mouth.

Sukuna almost immediately rolls his eyes before setting them down onto you and sighing at the way your lips look bulging around the thick of his cock so prettily, "That was intentional.." He claims, weighty palm lightly stroking the top of your head whilst you lap your tongue against his most sensitively bulging vein, "After all, look at her now," He smirks when you try to take him a little deeper into your mouth but gag around him instead, "Poor girl won't even be able to talk properly tomorrow, I bet."

You try (pathetically) to insert yourself there and argue with Sukuna's last little complain but the only thing either of them catch out of you is a choked out moan with the way Gojo starts plowing into you harder from behind and Sukuna slips his hand off to the back of your hand to force your mouth further onto him.

You couldn't even join in if you tried, seeing as they way-too-easily had you moaning and sobbing tears of pleasure around both of their cocks.

"Fuck you," Gojo eventually huffs back after a moment of getting a little too lost inside you, literally. His fat tip is knocking right against that spot that has you gushing all around him and it's making it harder and harder for him to keep up with Sukuna's taunts.

The man who's busy watching your saliva gather up around his plump base and drip off of him and down onto the soaked sheets finds himself cocking an amused brow. "Oh?" The man starts off as he sends Gojo that signature smug grin of his, "You wanna?"

the front door clicks open, the sound of clumsy footsteps making your older boyfriend’s ears prick up like a dog. he sits lazily on the couch, scar twitching as he takes in the sight of your drunken form.

“what time d’ya call this, doll? told you t’ be home by two," toji grumbles. he wasn’t angry, just worried — the thought of something bad happening to his sweet girl felt like a knife twisting in his heart.

"you waited up?" you say, padding over to him, almost tripping over your own feet before sitting on his lap comfortably. your cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded from the excessive amount of alcohol you’d consumed.

two large hands find your waist, holding you steady as you bury your face into his neck. “course i waited. always do. someone’s gotta keep ya’ pretty ass in line."

“m’sorry i was late,” you slur, kissing toji’s cheek, salt and pepper stubble bushing your skin. the thin straps of your dress fall from your shoulders as you cling to him like a koala, the potent scent of tequila radiating from you.

he hums lowly, kissing the top of your head before standing up abruptly, carrying you over to the bathroom like you weigh nothing. "cmon, kid."

you giggle drunkenly as he carries you, hiccuping quietly as toji sets you down on the surface next to the bathroom sink. “arms up, baby," he says, peeling your dress off you, forbidding his eyes from wandering.

he takes off your dress, then your heels, chucking them carelessly onto the bathroom floor. you lean against the mirror, eyes closed, mind foggy from a mix of alcohol and fatigue.

"m’cold," you mumble, sat there completely bare before him without a care in the world. "yeah, yeah, i know. gimme a second," toji responds, stripping off his shirt and helping you into it instead.

toji was somewhat glad your eyes were shut so you couldn’t see the faint smile on his face. he always found it so damn adorable how his shirts fit you like a loose dress, stopping a couple inches above your knees.

he places two hands on your thighs, pushing his shirt up a little, then hooks his fingers under the sides of your panties. "want these off?" he asks, for once, completely innocently — your comfort being his only thought.

you nod feebly, lifting your hips just enough for him to take slide them off you.

then, he grabs a nearby glass, filling it with cold water and bringing it to your lips. "drink."

with a weak whine, you oblige, gulping down a few sips of water before pulling away, ready to have your secretly soft, big brute of of boyfriend carry you to bed.

“atta girl," he praises, setting the glass aside, then taking you back into his arms, carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom.

you melt against his chest, body limp in his arms. when toji reaches the bedroom, he lays you down on your side, slipping in beside beside you. he hauls your back against his chest, softly, draping an arm around your waist.

“get some sleep, princess," he says, kissing the side of your cheek.

"mm, loveyou," you murmur, drifting to sleep, safe and spent in toji’s strong arms.

"love you," he responds, still wide awake and watching over you, listening to the steady beat of your heart.

A/N; HE HOLDS ME IN HIS BIG ARMS DRUNK AND I AM SEEING STARS THIS IS ALL I THINK OF !!!!

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synopsis . Comforting Nanami about his biggest insecurity. content . semi-crackfic, fluff, size kink, slight begging, an insecure nanami, light praise, jerking him off in the mirror, oral sex (m!receiving), etc. (not proofread)

Nanami has always hated how big his cock was.

It sounds stupid to most people off rip but it’s a real hinderance for him. In his opinion, he has extra inches he doesn’t believe are necessary—especially when he knows how to please a woman with much less. Yet somehow, your hand was always running over that same bulge he hates so much and he’s simply incapable of understanding your obsession with it.

All the things that make his face twist up with displeasure whenever he’s staring into the mirror, you seem to drool over. He’s got no clue how he ended up with such a sweet girl but there you were.

In mornings where he pulled up his slacks to head to work, that thickness in between his legs would cause such difficulty for him. He’d zip his pants up just for his cock to practically mold against the damn fabric, sticking out like a sore thumb and making him look like some kind of attention starved whore.

God, he hated that.

And yet there you were, rolling over on the bed after a peaceful night’s rest and then letting your eyes fall down his reflection in the mirror as if you adored every annoyingly extra inch of his. “Kento,” You’d hummed, “You’re doing it again, aren’t you?”

Nanami would roll his eyes too quick for you to see before sighing. “How is it that tailored slacks still manage to fit me this way?”

“You look fine,” You protested, making your way out the bed and over to him.

He shook his head and began to unzip himself before you could even make it over, “It continues to stick out. People stare,” He huffs, glancing back at you for a second as he adds, “Women stare.”

You didn’t seem the least bit surprised to hear that, snaking your arms around his waist and then kissing his shoulder, “Of course they do. I stared when I first met you.”

“You still do.” Nanami argued, turning his head back to his reflection, “And I’ll never understand why. It makes me look… less put together, unprofessional.”

“You look perfect,” Your hands are sneaking their way down his torso now, reaching just past his waistline. “I’ll never understand why you despise this part of you.”

He falls quiet as you push his slacks further down and then slip your fingers beneath his boxers. Warning you with a low murmur of, “Honey.. please.”

“Let me show you how perfect you are, Ken.”

“You spoil me-,” His words cut off as his breath hitches, your fingertips reaching the base of his cock and quickly causing it to stiffen. “But, we don’t have time for this. I have work..” Nanami reminds you.

“I’ll be quick.” You told him, even though you knew you’d be everything but.

katsuki who grips your waist a little tighter whenever he can feel the wandering eyes of other filthy men with greedy intentions, because they’re not his eyes and you’re meant for him and his eyes only.

katsuki who follows you around like a personal bodyguard most of the night as you drag him though crowds of loud, drunken people with, as he puts it, not an ounce of self control.

katsuki who buys you whatever pretty little cocktail you want until he finally tells you that he’s not going to carry your blacked out ass home.

katsuki who doesn’t take his eyes off of your pretty lips as you rant about whatever nonsense comes to your mind, mouth sucking on the last bit of your drink through the straw.

katsuki who feels his eye twitch as some drunk old fuck bumps into you, a “sorry sweetheart” spilling from his lips as his hand drags on your waist.

his hand catches the man’s wrist, pulling it off of you and then he proceeds to step up to him. his mouth goes next to his ear and the words that spill out are nothing short of terrorising in a way that sends the man pushing back into the crowd at an alarming pace.

you look up at him with those eyes that ends up with you being dragged to the nearest bathroom. he gently pulls you in behind him and closes the door behind you, the lock sounding with a click.

his hands land on your shoulders as he presses you up against the door before he drops to his knees, muscles flexing through his tshirt as he lifts up one of your legs up and over his shoulder. you can feel the tension in his demeanour, annoyance not directed at you that he’s itching to release.

you gasp at the cold air that hits your clit as your thong is pulled to the side, skirt riding up your hips and his arm tightens around your thigh. his tongue makes quick work as he runs his tongue up and down your wetness, before sucking hard on your clit. you arch your back and release a moan as your fingers quickly tangle in his hair.

his fingers find your entrance soon after and slowly plunge into you as your slick drips downs his fingers and wrist. it starts off at a steady pace but he soon doesn’t hold back as he falls into a fast rhythm, your moaning and whimpering spurring him on.

it’s once you pull on his hair that he sucks hard, you feel the buildup coming quick and his fingers curling up into you. you come undone and it’s hits you like wave crashing down. you pant with a moan as your head tilts back against the door.

he rests your leg on the floor and supports you as he stands up. his two fingers suddenly come up and up and then into his mouth, sucking them clean while looking right into your eyes.

he makes quick work of cleaning you up gently, a kiss landing in your lips in passing, and eventually opens the door of the bathroom as he’s met with annoyed drunks standing right outside, complaining about how long you took. it falls on deaf ears as katsuki has a proud, near shit eating grin on his face.

safe to say he did carry you home and once you decided to have your way with him in the shower? yeah knocked the fuck out.

yes yes i think bakugou is an indie twitch streamer … who goes by dynamight… and plays a lot of horror or story-based games. poppy playtime, the last of us, the walking dead games, life is strange. yess yess, he gets rage baited so easily there are so many clips of him making the wrong decision and when a character dies he just gets up from his setup n takes a lap round the room cursing lmaooo

he’s very interactive w chat but not in the parasocial way he’ll chat with them and tell them not to ask him dumb shit, easily rage baited by them too it’s so funny. “fuck off. i’m not fuckin’ 52 i’m 25.” or “stop callin’ me unc i’ll fuck your shit up so bad.” and also “okay, so. now you’re banned. how’s that.” he’s sooo funny. bakugou bans people soooo easily you’ll see them begging him on twt to be unbanned. thirty min complications of him on YouTube getting baited by his viewers.

collabs with his friends only and he’s super cute and giggly in them i think he has a really sweet giggle that his viewers loveeee so much and he shyly tells them to shut up. mario kart tournaments with kirishima and kaminari and sero which he always loses LOL

he’s always streaming in cosy clothes and hoodies so i think his community doesn’t believe he’s jacked and they make fun of him for it. bakugou one day starts streaming in his tight black tees and someone comments “holy sleeper build.” and he gets sooooo cocky about it — flexes and stuff, puffs his chest over the screen.

“didn’t wanna show off ‘cause i knew you’d all be fuckin’ thirstin’ over everything.” he’s kinda bashful and smirks slow and sexy red eyes sweeping over his twitch chat. someone donates and sends one of those vocal messages ‘show us them tiddies bitch.’ And it actually makes him laugh, like proper laugh. one of his most viral clips from his streams. handcam streams often after that lmaoo

also he hates when people backseat him during games, i think katsuki really likes decision based gaming to liked to analyse the options, big fan of immersive game play and world building/character relationships. so when people skip ahead during times when he’s trying to figure out a puzzle or something he’ll genuinely pause the game to tell people off. “shits fuckin annoying. tuned in to watch me play the game now you’re playin it for me. okay.”

the onlyyyyy time he’s ever allowed back seating is when you, a smaller streamer, join his chat and he’s playing through something — looking for a code to figure out a puzzle and you sweetly comment: “it’s in the top left!!!”

katsuki only notices because he once did a raid on your stream ages ago and thought you were adorable, playing your cosy games and showing off your tomodachi life island and ever since he’s been watching you in secret on his alt account. recognises your twitch handle by heart now.

“thanks, gorgeous.” he grins after reading your comment or listening to it if you’ve donated for him to see it. then he moves on and his chat goes CRAZY cause usually he’s strict as FUCK. people clip it sooo fast, ‘dynamight flirting with smaller streamer????’ it goes viral instantly and you get sooo much attention to your streams it makes you anxious.

Summary: Simon finds your G-spot.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Disgustingly loving sex (sorry). Soft dom!Simon Talks You Through It™️ Creampie. Brief mention of Reader’s insecurities w sex

Note: I’m on Instagram now (kinda), come say hi :-)

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It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried before.

every. single. time.

every single time you’re sitting infront of him, lips interlocked, moaning into his mouth … he just can’t seem to unhook your bra himself.

this time, he’s laid out on your mattress while you straddle his hips. he’s dressed in just his underwear that cling to his pale thighs while you sit atop of him and panties and, his worst nightmare … a matching hook-closed bra.

“fuck.” he grumbles breathlessly into your mouth, not even meaning for it to slip out, just an uncontrollable reaction to crossing paths with his mortal enemy. you pull back slightly, still close enough your breath lingers on him.

“what?” you ask, brows furrowing together while his slender fingers tap at the lacy fabric. you squint down at him while his gleaming eyes vacantly look at you. “satoru? you okay?”

he nods quickly while your words snap him out of his thoughts. mostly just ‘fuck’ repeated and ‘why can’t i just blast this stupid thing off?’ you lean down to kiss at his soft lips again, thinking it’s just one of his weird space outs that happen every so often.

he kisses back, leans to his side and tries to distract you with his tongue in your mouth—or atleast buy him some time to figure this the hell out. he can’t believe he figured rct out at 17, yet at 28 he’s still clueless when it comes to something that should be simple.

his fingertips build up the courage to trace over the hooks while your arms scrunch at his stark white hair. your hips grind down onto his heavy bulge like you’re trying to fuck him through the layers of fabric separating him.

he tries to give himself a peptalk while you’re attacking at his lips, that it’s not that difficult and if he gets this over with he can just fuck you already.

his thumb clasps onto one side of the backing, trying to pull it away carelessly from the other end. no dice. he tries to thread the hooks off one by one with a a single finger at once. you start to foster a confused look on your face as you pull back for air. he finally tries to bring the sides together before yanking them apart… he gets the hooks tangled in the lace some-fucking-how.

you yank back from his mouth, spit still trailing between your faces between the string eventually breaks.

“are you, like, not in the mood?” you ask, utterly confused. you’re actually worried at this point that he just doesn’t wanna fuck you from how much he’s hesitating—couldn’t be farther from the truth may he add—even despite the pulsing boner sitting against you, and his eyes open wide at your words.

he immediately shakes his head fervently to signify NO. “no, no, no! i just…” he hesitates, embarrassed before the words can even fall out of his mouth. “…need help getting your bra off.”

“really.” you deadpan, staring down at him with your eyes squinted and eyebrows pulled up against your forehead. he flushes against your gaze. he’s about to plead out a sorry for ruining everything before you giggle.

you slink your arms behind your back and undo the clasps along the band.

he thinks he cums a little in his pants when you yank your bra off your head and toss it across your room, revealing your breasts to him right infront of his face. he might even have drool pooling at his lips.

“you really never learned how to take off a bra?”