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sum. after a long work trip, he comes back to his wife needing to take all the stress away. warnings: breeding and spit kink.

how did it end up like this? you were getting stretched out by the toji fushiguro. but god you were loving it.

toji was tired, stressed out from all the work he has to do. he is always on work trips, and he barley can spend that much time with you. any time he tries to sit down, spend time with you, fuck you silly, it is always interrupted by a call by his boss. he missed you, and he definitely needed something to help get all the stress away.

once he entered the house, you recognize the footsteps. you rush downstairs, and give him a big hug. “toji! i missed you. are you okay?” but, instead of giving a response right away, he looks at you with those pretty emerald eyes and you know that look. “i’m doin just fine, sweetheart. heh.” before you can respond, his lips crash into yours, followed by a “i missed you so fuckin much” by him. the sounds of ur lips smacking filled the room, and fuck you guys both needed each other. “all this work, can’t even fuck my pretty wife. i missed you and this pussy.” he then carries you to the bedroom, and lays you down. “mmm t-toji fuck i need you.” he smirks and says “i bet you do. so needy for me. would it make you feel better if i touch here? he ends up touching ur pretty clit, and you gasp. and shit he’s hard as fuck right now. if you’re gasping because of one touch, he’s wondering what other sounds u can make when he fills u up with his cock. “t-toji! just fuck me already. i need it !” he rolls his eyes, and says “ah, ah, ahhh. that’s not how u ask. say it right, baby.”

you scoff. “please t-toji i want you to fuck me” toji lets out a laugh, followed by a “ur being such a good girl for me already.” he takes his pants and his cock springs out. and god, it was so pretty. the pink colored tip had you hypnotized. or dicknotized as you can call it. toji smirks, and says “like what you see baby?” toji takes ur hand, leads it to ur cock, and you start to jerk it a bit. precum was already leaking out of it. fuck he was so horny. so ready to fuck you. by the next second, he puts it inside. “oh fuck baby y’er pussy is so wet. ‘s all mine.” ur tongue was rolled out, eyes rolling back. “ahhng t-toji! k-keep going!” you were getting so loud, and toji loved it. “just keep taking it baby. i missed this pussy so badly.” he was fucking you so good, you needed this so badly. you were sick and tired of playing with ur little pussy with fingers that barley worked. you needed some dick in ur life. especially his. your moaning, completely at his mercy.

“a-ah! t-toji i’m cummmmingg.” toji groans and throws his head back. “again?” he says. as you cum, he keeps fucking you senselessly and you were so sensitive. open y’er mouth, pretty girl.” you comply, and he ends up spitting in ur mouth and u swallow without him even asking. “good girl, you know exactly what to do.” you say, “toji i w-want you to cum in me. breed me, p-please!” he smiles, and says “awww, poor girl. want my cum so badly. but whatever my wife wants, she gets.” he ends up cumming so much in you, ropes of thick cum spilling in you. he groans and says “fuck baby, take all of this.” you pull him into a kiss, and said “i love you.”

Fluff/slow burn.

The classroom was dead silent.

Even the air felt different now that the sun had dipped behind the windows long golden streaks slashing across the empty desks, painting shadows like they were watching. You shouldn’t still be here.

Neither should he.

But here you were. You, still finishing some notes you missed during Aizawa’s lecture, and Bakugo, sitting diagonally behind you, unmoving. He hadn’t made a sound in the last fifteen minutes. Not even the scratch of a pencil. Not a huff. Not a single explosive curse.

You tried to ignore the weight of his stare. You really did. But your spine had gone stiff under it, and your pulse was starting to crawl under your skin.

You glanced over your shoulder, slow. His eyes met yours instantly. Caught. Your breath caught too.

“…What?” you asked.

Bakugo blinked once. His mouth twisted, but no words came out at first. He looked like he wanted to argue, but didn’t know what the argument was.

Then finally, with a scowl forming

“Don’t look at me like that.”

You turned in your chair. “Like what?”

He shifted. Uncomfortable. Like you’d hit a nerve. “Like that.”

You raised a brow, trying not to smile. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

He hesitated. Then muttered, more to the desk than to you.

“With that fucking face.”

A beat of silence.

You blinked, surprised. “My face?”

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah.”

You laughed, soft and breathless. “What does that even mean, Bakugo?”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated but not leaving. Not storming out like he usually would. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes flicking toward the ceiling.

“You look at me like I’m not a fuckin’ problem.”

You paused. That shut you up. “Because you’re not,” you said quietly.

He scoffed. But it wasn’t cruel it was something shakier.

“Yeah? Then why does it feel like you’re the only one who doesn’t see it?”

You turned fully now, folding your arms on the back of the chair. “Maybe that says more about them than it does about you.”

He looked at you. Really looked. None of the usual annoyance. Just quiet. Like something was coming undone in his chest.

You could feel the tension knotting between you, heavy and unspoken. Then, softly

“…You piss me off.”

You smiled. “Because I don’t treat you like a grenade?”

“No,” he muttered. “Because I want to kiss you and I don’t know how to not blow that up.”

Your smile faded. A beat passed. The room tilted.

You stood slowly, heart pounding. Walked toward him on steady legs even though your stomach felt like it was made of paper.

When you stopped in front of him, he didn’t back away. He just stared.

You reached out barely like you were going to touch his cheek. But your hand hovered there, not brave enough. Not yet.

“…Katsuki.” She says his name like it hurts to say. His breath hitched. He leaned in.

Slow. Slower. Close enough that your lashes almost brushed.

His eyes dropped to your mouth. Then flicked up again.

And just when your lips were a breath away

CREEAAAK.

The classroom door cracked open a few inches. Wind slipped through, chilling the tension in the air like a slap to the face.

You both jerked apart.

Bakugo stepped back like he’d been burned.

“Shit,” he muttered, grabbing his bag with more force than necessary. You stayed frozen. Skin tingling. Heart in your throat.

He didn’t look at you as he headed toward the door, jaw clenched tight. But before he crossed the threshold, he paused. Just enough to throw his voice over his shoulder:

“…Don’t look at me like that unless you mean it.”

Then he was gone. The door clicked shut behind him. You stood there, breathless.

Minho is the type to…

Minho is the type to give you random compliments throughout the day. Either it’s your “amazing hair” or “beautiful eyes” that makes him get awestruck.

Minho is the type to work hard on his figure to “secretly” impress you. Whether it’s carrying heavy boxes for wayyy too long, or doing random push ups in the forest throughout the day.

Minho is the type to sprinkle you in kisses instead of makeouts. Makeouts are only a rare thing, since he wants to save them for a better time, with a better outcome……

Minho is the type to plan “dates” around the glade. Loving to climb trees and look at the sunset with you when he could and isn’t stressed.

Minho is the type to love holding hands. No matter who is looking he loves to have reassurance and ground himself.

Medjack ver:

Minho is the type to start calling you nicknames ever since you became a Medjack. “Hey doc,” and “my great special healer.”, were a usual.

Minho is the type to make sure he gets special treatment when he gets hurt. “Can you at least kiss it? It’ll make me feel better…” he’ll say with a slight plead in his voice.

Runner ver:

Minho is the type to always make you race him when placed together for running. “I can run faster than you ever could.” He would say before dashing off.

Minho is the type to carry your water bottle and food for you, not wanting you to tire yourself out while running.

Cook ver:

Minho is the type to absolutely devour his food whenever you helped made it, saying “It’s the best thing I’ve eaten all week.”

Minho is the type to ask for extras when you pass out the food. “Pleaseee, I’ll give you a kiss…”

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