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— bakugou katsuki x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: you ask your boyfriend what language he thinks in. NOTES: suggestive, 18+, you speak english, established relationship, cosy n sleepy. probably needs another proofread aha

your bedroom is toasty, with remnants of your citrus honey perfume you sprayed on before you rushed to work in the morning and lingers of your boyfriend’s infamous smoky sweet smell from where he undressed moments ago to lay beside you.

under the covers beside bakugou katsuki, you couldn’t imagine anywhere safer. you both purposely decided to go to bed early (early for you, not for him) just so you had enough time to make out like teenagers.

you’re in your pyjamas, a lilac soft camisole and old granny striped panties from years ago. they’ve slightly lost their elasticity, a little out of shape but that’s the reason you love them so. also they always manage to get a hearty laugh from katsuki despite their lack of sex appeal. they don’t bother him, he’ll still tug them off with his teeth.

you’ve got your pale pink silk bonnet on, tied to a bow around your head. you’ve tried getting bakugou to wear one, protecting his blonde locks but you’re lost on getting it to stay during the night. it ends up by his feet on the bed, the floor, his face, one time your face. you’ve given up, buying him a silk pillowcase for when he stays over.

the silk is cold on your cheek as you share a pillow on your double bed. nose to nose, body to body.

The bedside lamp flickers, the pale yellow glow washing over you as you shake a nail polish bottle, tapping it against your palm as you sit back against Sukuna. His broad chest is warm, two of his hands resting against your thighs. “Okay, let me see.” You hum, taking one of his large palms in your much smaller one. You gently brush a pale pink polish onto one of his nails, chewing on your lip when it comes out streaky.

“What a waste.” You mumble, rolling his digit back and forth to see how the light catches the blotchy polish.

Sukuna pears over your head, brows furrowed in confusion. “Looks fine to me.” He mutters, tone bored as he watches the way you add a second coat.

You tilt your head back to meet his eyes,“It’s not opaque enough.” You clarify. “I spent good money on this.” You hear Sukuna scoff, his chest rumbling against your back. “I paid good money on this.” He corrects.

You wave you hand, rolling your eyes dramatically before taking his hand once more. “Whatever, the nail polish was bought with someone’s money.”

You’re so frustrating to him in the smallest ways, he thinks. You feel his other arms tighten around you, swallowing you up in a wall of muscle. “Don’t be a brat, you’re lucky I’m even letting you do this.” But you can feel the mouth on stomach grin, lips pressing against the small of your back as you begin to paint his second nail. “Yeah yeah.” You huff, a small smile of your own pulling at your lips.

“come on babe it’s gonna look so cool!” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes in another attempt to convince him.

you’d been scrolling through pinterest, following your nightly routine, when you came across a really cute couple pic where the guy had lipstick marks all over his bicep, maybe an overly used idea but you still found it pretty cute. and well, safe to say the idea had been stuck in your head for a week before you finally decided to play dirty and convince him to recreate the exact same picture for your perfected instagram feed.

and in your book, playing dirty meant mean puppy eyes and pouty lips with glossy tears sitting tightly on the edge of your lashes, threatening to spill over them.

a sight you knew he was hopelessly weak for.

you grinned to yourself. he was as grumpy as ever, letting out a long groan before throwing an arm over his eyes in a poor attempt to ignore you. huge mistake.

you were sitting on top of him while he lay sprawled across couch with his legs hanging over the armrest. fond as he was of summer, he wasn’t exactly immune to the dry heat that came with it and now he was dealing with a persistent headache for days, causing him to lay in the same spot for hours until the sun went down. currently, he was in his fourth hour of the day.

“babyy,” you whined with the exact pout you knew he could never resist.

he groaned again, one hand instinctively settling around your waist to steady you. “y’know you’re a fucking menace.”

you grinned. “does that mean yes?”

a tight silence stretched across his features. he sighed as his voice crawled up to a tone so defeated.

“do whatever you want.”

you let out an excited squeal, a scream of victory, before immediately reaching for the red lipstick.

ever since you’d started dating, you’d realized no matter how stubborn or intimidating he could be, never before had it seem as he had the determination to say a simple ‘no’ to you. at first he’d been genuinely confused by it, convinced there had to be some scientific explanation for why he was physically incapable of rejecting you. well, the explanation he came up with was that he was just a guy so in love. a guy weak and devoted in love.

he seemed to accept this half scientific explanation he had for himself wholeheartedly. he was a weak man.

𐙚 plug!choso x fem!reader | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list | art by @/_7undeed on twt

𐙚 “The fuck is your problem?!” “YOU’RE my problem!”After not seeing your plug Choso for a week, you give him attitude that he has no problem fixing for you.

It wasn’t often that you argued with 𐙚 plug!Choso. In fact, you didn’t really argue at all. So when you came over as you usually did, you were quiet while he fixed the blunt up in the pretty pink papers he gets just for you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, how’s school?” He coughs, eyes flickering up to your face just to see you not even looking at him. Instead you were tracing circles on your thighs. He watched you shrug, which takes him back- the fuck?

“It’s been alright. The usual.”

Even your tone was off. Choso makes a face but he stares back down at the tray. Pink, hello kitty themed. The grinder he used was one he ordered just for you, pink and also hello kitty themed. Hell- he had a whole fucking set just for you when you came to smoke with him. Everytime was fine except now.

“…Alright cool.” He murmurs, “How many you wanna smoke today?”

“None. I want my stuff to go.” Your arms folded over your chest. Choso’s tongue licks alongside the paper before rolling, and he laughs. You look over at him- finally look at him. The whole set up pink, contrasting with his grunge-like attire.“What’s funny?”

“You’re funny.” He sets the tray down, inspecting the pink joint before grabbing his lighter and lighting the end. You watch as he his tips back, arm outstretched on the back of the couch as his body relaxes into the furniture. The end of the blunt entering his pierced lips before he inhales deeply, blowing the smoke out. “…I’m not doing that.” He leans back up, eyes dead locked on yours.

He watches the watch your brow twitches with that cute pout on your lips. “Cho, I’m serious.”

“So am I, princess.”

“I want my shit to go.”

“Now she’s cursing at me.” His eyes widen, smile on his face growing. Usually you bossed Choso around, he liked it, but he could tell something was bothering you and that this wasn’t an act. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” You smack your lips before rolling your eyes and getting up.

“If you’re not gonna do your job then I’ll go see what Sukuna’s sellin-“

I’m sorry? He pauses, the smile fading from his face.

“…Sit down, princess.” It wasn’t often Choso talked to you like that either. He spoiled you too much. He was always soft and gentle with you, hurting you was something he never wanted to do. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you froze for a second before huffing and turning away from him.

Choso took another drag of the blunt, “Not gonna tell you again.”

“Then don’t.” And you had a smart ass mouth. “Stop acting like you give a fuck.”

“The fuck is your problem?!” Choso shouts. You flinch for a second before giving him the middle finger. He’s never raised his voice at you…well, in a serious manner, only at others who really, really got on his nerves. You’ve seen every side of Choso and how he was with others, not you.

But Choso knew you well, and he knows that you don’t like being yelled at. “You’re my problem!” You grab your bag, shuffling to put on your shoes.

“Princess-“

“Shut up Choso!” You bolt for the door, slamming it shut as you left. Choso stares at it for just a second in disbelief, playing the words back in his mind before he followed you out. You haven’t even left from in front of his door before he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back in (and locking it).

He presses you up against the door, bros furrowed as he stared at you- down at you. “You wanna repeat what you said?” He questions. His breath fanned over your face. His face slightly red, you could hear the panic in his heart beat. He held your hands firmly but not tightly. You could definitely break free from his grasp. If you wanted to that is.

You could also tell that he was worked up by the way he panted. “Repeat what you said to me.” A demand this time.

“…Shut u-“

“Before that.”

“I…I’m gonna go see what Sukuna’s selling.” You swallow back a whimper. You watch as his lips twitch before he lets out a breath. He looks away for a second, in disbelief. Why would you, of all people on campus? Of anyone even remotely close in what Choso sold- fucking Ryomen Sukuna?

“Yeah?” The tone in his voice made your heart thump against your chest. You hadn’t heard it in a while. Choso’s face gets closer to yours, down by your neck. You didn’t even realize how hard you were breathing, his voice deep in your ear, “You gonna go fuck him too?”

“No-“

“That what you did while I was gone? Is that why you’re acting like a damn brat right now?” And you shudder, thighs squeezing together. “I leave for a week and suddenly you wanna have an attitude with me.”

“N-No- s’nothing like that.” His lips graze your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a small sigh of relief at his lips on you. He licked the spot, teeth grazing it before sucking. “Cho-“ You whine.

“Nuh uh, tell me you’re gonna go see Sukuna again.” Choso takes the skin between his teeth, humming as you squirmed. His lips felt gentle on your skin even when he teased you. He kisses the spot once more before letting your hands go, his eyes filled with annoyance, but Choso wasn’t one to dwell on things for too long, and he surely didn’t want to be upset with you.

Instead, he waves you off, turning away from you to sit back down in his spot on the couch. You watch him pick back up the neglected blunt and light it back up. You swallowed thickly, your breath heavy as you just…watched. The spot on your neck throbbed, knowing he left a hickey there that he’d usually get yelled at for.

His tired eyes drag over to you, low as he blew out smoke. “Go on, Y/N.” It’s been so long since Choso’s called you your actual name. The feeling cold in your chest as you bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d get that upset. “I’m not gonna charge you for anything since you didn’t smoke… If that’s all you can leave.”

Everyone knew that Choso and Sukuna were related in some way, but they didn’t like each other for plenty reasons, one being how they were technically in competition with each other.

You hadn’t see Choso in a week. Maybe your reaction was a bit petty over a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. A man who spoiled you with anything you asked for like it was nothing. Someone who smoked and fucked you and took you out afterwards. You talked everyday, but for a week the contact was silent.

Standing by the door, you found yourself picking at your nails. Choso was there when you got them done. He watches you before sighing, leaning back into the cushion. “Cmere.” Voice soft, gentle yet still laced with annoyance. He pats his leg, and you shuffle to take your shoes back off, walking back over to the couch, the rug soft beneath your feet.

“Take the blunt.” His hands rub over the curve of your hip. the moment you straddled him. You hold the joint between your fingers, knowing that Choso was the man you’d only ever buy from- except your services were free.

He watches your gloss covered lips take the pink blunt between them. Your eyes close instantly, the warmth clouding your lungs. Your body relaxes into his grasp like it always did. “That’s it..” He hums, scooting you up closer until he could feel the softness of your breast against his chest. His fingers graze your chin before his lips are on yours, smoke traveling from your mouth to his. You whine softly as he bites down on your lip. The kiss greedy- hungry. You missed him. He missed you. Choso lets out a grunt, his hand finding the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. The metal on his tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth.

Choso swallowed all of your whimpers, your clothed cunt rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing until a loud smack ! has you pulling back and flinching with a yelp. “Cho-“

“You still mad at me?”

You bite down on your lip, looking down at his chest. “..Yeah.”

Without a word, Choso scoops you up into his arms, holding your legs around his waist while you held on tight- wrapping your arms should his shoulder. “What are you doing- put me down Choso!” You huff.

The man says nothing, carrying you all the way to his bedroom. You’re immediately hit with the scent of soft vanilla, the room a mixture of him and the random things you had over- a hello kitty plush on his bed (the only plush on his bed), little figurines sitting on his desk that you’d got together on various trips, your strawberry lipgloss (that you thought you’d lost) sitting right there on his nightstand. He lays you down on the bed, body hovering over you.

His fingers trail up your thighs up to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down without a word, kissing moving down your body. Your panties were soaked, and you felt shy in his arms. “…Say something.” You try to close your legs but Choso shakes his head, prying them open wider. With a soft hum he pins your arms above your head with one of his hands, the other slipping into your panties.

“Need to fix this attitude of yours.” Choso kisses your forehead. His finger circles your wet clit as you whine, gasping softly. You stare up at him, the wrinkle between his brow deepening as he flicked your pearl faster. Taking his lip between his teeth, he adds another finger. “Cho…” You whimper, your breath picking up as your back arched slightly, legs opening wider. More, you wanted more.

“Feel good?” His fingers dip down between your slick folds, dragging the slippery mess up to your clit. “Y-Yes—!” You moan, your hands twitching in his grasp. “Yeah?” He whispers, your legs twitching. Slippery fingers pressed down on your clit.

“So wet for me..” Choso groans, his fingers rubbing faster. Your breath hitches, mouth falling open as another moan passes your lips. Your hips start sputtering, rubbing into the hand for friction. “M-Mhm- fuck— fuck Cho g-gonna cum.” Your high so close you could taste it, eyes closing as your body relaxed in his grasp. His touched that you longed for and it had only been a week. The heat building into your lower stomach as you whimper, awaiting the orgasm that never came.

Your eyes opened immediately. Choso pulls his fingers out of your panties, taking them into his mouth with a small groan. “Cho.“ You frown, eyes staring wide up at him. Watching the fingers in his mouth go right back to those panties.

“Yes princess?” He traces your clit teasingly through the fabric. Down to that waiting hole of yours, leaking so much that you couldn’t help the small noises you were making. “I-I didn’t cum.”

“I know.” He grabs hold of the wet fabric, tugging them to the side until a loud riiiiiip ! of the material shouts throughout the room. “My panties!— The fuck Choso-” Your hands tugging to be freed while you glared up at him.

“Shut up, I’ll buy you some more.” He huffs.

Choso was messing with you right? Trying to scare you from going to see Sukuna. It made perfect sense. Is that why he didn’t let you cum? …It had to be….

It was torturous. The way your legs shook, his palm rubbing against your clit while three fingers thrusted deeply inside of you- so deep they touched that pretty spot inside, curling.

“F-Fuck—!” Your back arched, but Choso kept you down. His brows furrowed in concentration, the wet sound filling his ears alongside your pleasure filled cries. Your pussy squeezed around the fingers, the squelches getting louder, but Choso knew your body well.

You hiccuped, small test slipping down your cheek as your orgasm neared for the fifth time. “You wanna cum?” He asks sweetly, softly above you, as if he was going to let you. Still, you whined, “p—please!” and for a second, Choso considered letting you have your way. You always got your way with Choso.

Your chest felt heavy. You couldn’t think of anything, nothing but the man whose fingers played between your legs. Sweat beaded your forehead. You were close..so close. Sniffling softly, you hiccup, biting down on your lip.

“You look pretty so pretty princess.” Princess. You realize just how much you missed him for that one week. How badly you wanted him to call you by the name he’d whisper into your ear everytime he fucked you like you were really his.

“Cum for me.” He pulls his fingers out, quickly rubbing them against your clit. Your body jerks, “Choso—fuck I-I’m—“ Your toes curl, a broken moan falling from your lips as your orgasm finally hits you “Fuck- fuckfuck-“ You were seeing stars, vision clouding through the overstimulation.

His fingers still caressed you sensitive clit as you felt your pretty pussy gush between your legs, making the creamy mess even messier. “There we go…thats my pretty girl.” Your body clinging to Choso’s voice as he touched you until the very last drop spilled.

You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing and the softness of his lips on your forehead, working down to your nose and finally to your parted lips. “You did so good princess.”

Choso makes quick work of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. “So perfect for me.” He murmurs, sliding the torn fabric of your panties down your legs. His lips kiss your thighs softly. He wipes the tears from your eyes, carefully slipping your shirt off and tossing it. “I-“ Love you, he wanted to say

He pulls your body gently into his arms as he laid on his side. The cool air of his room hitting your skin just the way you like, with his body cradling yours. He kisses your forehead, your head leaning into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

When you woke up you were surrounded by Choso’s scent, but not the man himself. You rub your eyes, feeling around the bed. Changed sheets and covers, but your plush the same. “Cho?” You had on one of his shirts. When he didn’t answer you bit your lip, going into the living room.

“Cho?”

The smell of smoke hits your nose. You peek into the kitchen to see him leaned up against the counter, blunt hanging from his mouth with his eyes closed. On the stove was a pot with the isle on low. His eyes peel open, holding his arms open. You hug him tightly, tucking your face into his chest. “I made you something to eat. Want some rice and stew?”

“Mhm…”

“..Im sorry for earlier.” He murmurs, arm wrapping around your body, fingers running through your hair. “…Could you tell me what I did to make you mad?”

You tuck your face farther, the hand in your hair pausing. “You don’t have to-“

“Haven’t talked to you in a week.” You mumble, “I was overthinking is all.”

“Overthinking?” Choso puts out the blunt in his ashtray, pulling your body back to look down at you.

“Yeah.. I know we’re not dating, but I got really used to your company and then it just went radio silent so I figured you wanted to go back to just strictly business or you figured I started catching feelings and was pulling away and-

“Slow down, princess.” He puts the blunt out in the ashtray on the counter. “One, I asked you if I could be your boyfriend before I left. Two, I also told you I’d be in the mountains for Yuji’s birthday week without service…You don’t remember?”

You stood frozen, searching your mind for the memory of two weeks ago. The last time you hung out with Choso before he left you’d tried something new he had got a hold of. “I…fuck I have to stop smoking.”

He laughs, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, you…really had me nervous.”

“Nervous enough to edge me?” You huff, reaching behind him for a bowl, your stomach growling.

“Because why the fuck would you even mention going to Sukuna-“

warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.

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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.

The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.

“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.

Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.

a/n: god i need him u guys don’t get it 

snow leopard!shoto x bunny!reader

shoto wakes up to his heart pounding and his cock throbbing in his shorts. he rubs his face, ears already flat to his head when he smells you. he turns to you, his mouth instantly watering and his cock starting to leak.

your legs are parted, panties already soaked from his scent filling the room, breathing still deep with sleep. he reaches out for you, sliding his fingers up your panties and groaning at the syrupy wetness he finds. you stir, cotton tail twitching when his pheromones fully hit you and you know what’s coming. 

“shoto.” you pant. “sho, inside.” you raise your ass into the air. 

there’s a rip and your panties are hanging off your body while he prods his tip at your entrance. he’s gritting his teeth trying to go slow so he doesn’t hurt you but you push your hips back and suck in the first couple inches of him, he groans, fingers digging into your waist, his tail flicking wildly behind him as he sinks the rest of the way in. 

“i.. fuck..” he pants, settling deep inside you. “i can’t go slow.” he moves his hands from your hips and presses them into the bed beside your head as he leans over you. 

“s’okay.” you nod. “jus.. jus need you to move.” your walls pulse around him, coaxing him to use you like you both need. 

he buries his head in your neck and grinds his hips into yours, groaning at the feeling of your tail brushing against his abs. you shiver when you feel his lips at the back of your neck, followed by a soft scraping of his teeth. he ruts into you once and after that there’s no end in sight. 

plap! plap! plap! plap!

“gonna carry my babies? huh?” he pants straight into your ear. “i’ll keep you round all year.” a nip at your soft lop ear.

“nghhh! yesyesyes!” you arch your back more and he responds with fucking into you harder.

his tail wraps around your calf as he presses you closer to the bed, his labored breathing fanning across your warm skin. he nibbles soft marks onto your neck, soothing over each one with his tongue before starting a new one. his pace is relentless and leaves you gasping and drooling into the pillow, gummy walls helplessly fluttering around him. 

he prods into the spot that makes you let out a high pitched cry and you cum instantly, fingers digging into the sheets. when his teeth sink into the back of your neck you go limp, orgasm intensifying as he pounds into you, so much pre from him it's already leaking out of you. you can’t catch your breath, each snap of his hips sending more and more stars into your vision until he suddenly pulls out.

“what-?”

you’re flipped onto your back the next second, legs pressed up against your chest and he’s plunging back in. he stares down at where you suck him in, at the bulge each time he bottoms out, abs flexing as his pleasure builds. his eyes drag up to your tits bouncing under your shirt and he yanks it up to your neck, lips parting and tongue dragging across his lower lip when your nipples harden. 

“feel so good.” he grunts, barely recognizing his own voice. 

“ha-harder!” your toes curl, bucking your hips up. 

his hips fall into yours faster, the creamy ring on his base getting bigger and messier with each rough smack. his pelvis rubs against your clit each time he sinks in, coaxing you to clench tighter around him and that coil in your tummy close to snapping again.

“sho! shoto!” you hiccup, ears twitching. 

“you can take it baby.” he nods, hair sticking to his forehead. “you always do.” he leans down letting your ankles rest on his shoulders. 

“i can- mngh! can feel you in my tummy.” you blink up at him with watery eyes. 

“gonna put a baby in this tummy tonight.” he presses even closer to you, hips still rutting into yours. “want that? wanna carry around our baby?”

“please!” 

your pleasure snaps without any warning, you arch into him and with the feel of you falling apart he starts to fill you. he never loses his pace, moaning lowly as you take it all, squirming below him and gasping softly. 

“i’ll go slow.” he presses his lips to yours. “ let you catch your breath.” he mumbles, rolling his hips into yours. “but we're not done.” he lifts up a little. 

“i wanna be on top.” you pant.

the smile he gives you sends heat throughout your body as he flips you both quickly, making sure to stay inside and not waste any of his cum. it only takes you a second to get used to him at this angle before you’re wildly humping against him. his hands are firm on your waist, not guiding, but grounding as you ride him like your heat just started.

it’s going to be a long couple of days for the both of you.

Bakugo Katsuki is weird asf…and heres why…

Here you both, known each other for three fucking years, trained together, fought together, insulted each other constantly and what nickname does he have for you? Woman.

Yup…thats it

For some reason he never mentions any of the weird shit you do or uses it against you. Like how you tripped over thin air, or misspelled the word ‘because’. Didn’t mention how dumb it was that you dotted your eyes with hearts. Or how your forehead has that stupid crinkle in it when you focus.

Bakugo never mentioned it…but he noticed it. He’ll bring it up to you in private. Like he’ll give you a new pencil since you kept bitting your old one. But never called you Pencil Muncher. Or wrote the correct spelling of a relatively easy to spell word on your paper when you didn’t ask. And he didn’t call you dyslexic.

But what he did call you was:

Woman.

“Damn, Woman! Move”

“Pick up the pace Woman”

“Fight harder Woman”

But why? Why nothing personal?

Well if it was gonna be a personal nickname, he would say:

Princess, baby girl, sexy…so for him..calling you woman would stop him from saying something less appropriate….

“katsuki, i’m watching it for research purposes.”

“research, my ass. you’re staring at my chest the whole time.” he points at the screen. “i see how your eyes drift, you pervert.”

you gasp, placing a dramatic hand over your chest.

“excuse you!? i take this ad very seriously, just so you know.”

a smile threatens to break across your face, but you fight it.

“oh yeah?” he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as well. “what’s the ad about then?”

you immediately freeze.

“ugh— it’s about…” your eyes dart to the screen. “uh…”

nothing. your brain comes up completely blank.

a second passes. then an idea hits.

“you don’t know your own ad, katsuki?” you fire back. “that’s so unprofessional.”

his smirk vanishes.

a blink—then several—mouth slightly agape as you stare at your fiancé. “katsuki, what?”

you’re a bit confused…a lot confused, actually—this is quite different from usual, when did he start feeling this way?

when has he ever implied (you have to usually coax it out of his prideful ass) to let you take the reins as he holds onto whatever you need, whatever you take from him? and he said this, without asking? what? it certainly makes your pussy throb, but—

it’s not how he usually plays.

it can be hard for katsuki to relax, to let others explore the softer edges that sits underneath his hard core. it’s even taken you sometime to un-layer parts of him. a shell he portrays—strong and tough—but the toughest still had to practice to become this way. was there any failure? any setbacks?

but he does not have any—at least as he says—and the public will never see him defeated. he is still the toughest, the strongest and the best.

yet when he comes home to you framed where you get to see his hunched posture, exhausted filled through his head to toe, is he still the samev does he feel the same? in this nature of being the best, where does he find his outlet of still being affirmed that he’s the best? from his ranking? knowing he can be counted on? is that his validation or restriction?

you know the setbacks katsuki faced just in this week: the villain attack that damaged property, the media on his ass for everything (because is it actually the press if they don’t press you? probably not) under the sun, his agency—it must ring in his head, consuming the way katsuki presents himself: strong.

he needs you, doesn’t he? to be affirmed that he is the best, the best for you, using him to gain your pleasure.

a crack in the shell. it’s something that swells within your chest as you breathe, placing your hands on his unclothed chest. “i mean…are you sure?”

he lets out a breathy sigh, eyebrows pinched in an exhausted furrow as he leans into you. his head finds your neck, large hands grabbing the softness of your hips, pulling you down into his lap. in his hold, you can feel the thick bulge resting underneath your cunt, making his hands tighten.

a small inhale of your scent, igniting a sensitive warmth across his body, relaxing deeper into the mattress as your hands wander over his body. yes.

“whatever you need, baby, just take it,” he whispers into your neck, placing dizzying kisses onto your neck.

can’t help to make sure. “katuski—“

though, his eyes snap up to yours. the ruby shines vulnerability, with layers of lusty need and trust. it makes your mouth shut, eyes moving to properly move over his body.

you sigh as your eyes narrow sexily, moving a hand down to his v-line as you roll your hips. you can feel his cock twitch underneath the fabric as he ruts his hips up into yours at the same time.

a deep breath heard as he laps at your neck. “fuck,” he groans, as you begin to move your hips, “that’s it, baby. just take what ya’ need.”

it doesn’t take long for the room to be shaped by shared moans and groans. in the honeyed glow of the room, the sounds of your wet pussy sliding up and down his dick are heard. your hands rest on his chest, using him as leverage as you bounce on him, letting moans fly out without care.

you’re so loud, treating him like a tool, just so you can cum. it makes his eyes glossy, warm hands gripping your ass in desperation in need. breathy whines leave his throat, feels good? right here, baby?

it’s exactly what he needs, to be your medium for pleasure. it’s him making you feel this good, him making your pussy so wet it’s heard every-time you fuck yourself on him.

you slide back down on his cock, grinding the chubby tip into your sweet spot. you whine louder, one hand moving to his throat, squeezing gently.

his dick twitches inside of you, and in your pulses (not just from your coochie!), you don’t think you’ve even seen his shell truly break. it’s a new sight, one that makes your eyes gleam.

In which you jump out of a moving car to spite Boyfriend!Sukuna

“—because he was just making conversation!”

Sukuna scoffs, knuckles turning white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. “Bullshit. That guy wanted to fuck you.”

“Oh my god. So what!” you yell. “It’s not like I was gonna fucking let him!”

“Coulda fooled me.”

Just like that, your angry face, which matches his, warps into one of calm decision. With speed he doesn’t see coming, you unbuckle your seatbelt, push open the passenger door and jump out of the moving car into the dead of night.

The car screeches to a halt not even a second later. 

You’re pushing yourself up and testing the soreness in your ankle when a car door slams shut and Sukuna comes marching over to you. “You crazy, fucking bitch!” he snaps. Sukuna grabs your face, growling when you try to pull away. He inspects every inch of you, brows furrowed, and piercings glinting under the streetlights. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“I got a bitch ass boyfriend, that’s what’s wrong with me,” you grumble.

He ignores that. “You break anything? Wrist? Ankle? Dislocated your shoulder?” You shake your head. “Well, that’s a fucking shame.” Though as he says that, he can’t quite hide the tremors in his hands. Quieter now, he mutters with a tight frown, “Scratched your pretty face up. Fuck. Lost your one redeeming quality.”

“Okay, so I’m gonna walk home,” you say, deadpan. “I’ll see you around, asshole.” 

Sukuna runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated noise. Then he smacks his lips against yours before you can actually start walking away (not that he’d let you get very far). “Alright, alright. You fucking win. Congrats. Christ. Get back in the car — we’re going to the hospital to get you checked out. Fucking dumbass.”

A hospital visit later, you’re in bed with him, cuddled up like nothing happened. It’s how arguments with him tend to go; neither of you really hold grudges against each other. Not when you’ve fucked any grievances out after. The last mention of today’s incident, however, comes in his sleepy mumble against the top of your head: “push me out instead.”

“Hmm?”

Sukuna’s hold around your body tightens, threatening to suffocate you with his hard chest. “Don’t jump out of the car. It’s stupid. Your body’s weak. Skin bruises easily. Cuts easily too. Just kick me out instead. I deserve it, I know... bonus points if it's into oncoming traffic.”

“Okay, will do.”

“Thank you, baby.”