you tell jack who’s been knuckles deep inside your pussy for the past hour that something feels weirder than usual, as you’re sitting in between his legs — your back pressed against his chest with your thighs parted giving him the perfect amount of access needed to pleasure you.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he murmurs against your temple with a gentle kiss as his calloused digits are rhythmically plunging in and out of your hole. curling his fingers sweet into that spongey spot inside of you, it’s almost cruel the way he knows exactly how to make you lose it. “it feels weird.” you testify, eyes fixated on the recurring disappearance of your boyfriend’s fingers inside of you.

“yeah? tell me what feels weird, hm.” he hums, feeling you shift and squirm against him as he holds one of your legs open by the backside of your knee. and you can barely utter the words from your mouth, “your fingers keep pressing against my bladder, its making me feel like i have to go— go to the bathroom.” you bite down on your bottom lip.

every time jack’s fingers plunge back inside you, it feels as if you’re peeing yourself already. as if the motion of his fingers are forcing that specific release from you. “that so?” you feel his chest rumble against you as he lets out a gruff chuckle, “that’s good then. that’s the feeling you want when it starts feeling good, sweetheart.” he reassures, as your walls pulse around his fingers.

you whine, throwing you head back against his shoulder. each drag of his digits bringing you closer, and closer towards the edge as you let out soft moans.

jack let’s out an impressed whistle once he starts to feel your hips rock into hand. “fuck— it feels good.” you moan warm against the side of his neck, “so good i might actually pee.” which earns a low, amused groan from jack.

“mhmm, you gonna make a mess on my hand?” he lifts his thumb up, before pressing mean against your swollen clit making you jolt. “w—wait!” you stammer, throwing your hands towards jack’s forearm in attempt to halt his movements as he shakes his head in disapproval. “uh-uh, can’t have you telling me to stop now.” he rasps, pressing circles around your nub as it twitches under the pad of this thumb.

“c’mon and show me how messy you can get.” his breath fans warm against your cheek, before your body’s involuntarily letting loose. your body is shaking, and your walls are caving in around jack’s digits as you’re whimpering. “thaat’s it, baby— give it to me.” he groans, targeting that sweet spot inside of you, before you’re making a wet mess all over yourself.

“mmgh, jack— jack.” you’re whimpering as slight humiliation fills your chest, though the pleasure is far too euphoric as he coaxes every last drop out of you. “atta girl.” he nudges his mouth against the side of your head to whisper in your ear. “i love nasty girls.” he groans.

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this is soooo stepdad!jack abbot who goes camping with your family and sneaks into your tent at night cause he knows you're scared of the dark and doesn't want you to sleep alone

he invites himself into your sleeping bag and presses up close to you "for body heat, baby," promising to protect you from the wolves and bears outside while he ruts against your ass :(

sammy nd his badge bunny getting caught having sex in the back of his cruiser. the red nd blue lights flashing, siren sounding. sammy moves from on top of u, ure bunching ur shirt up to ur naked chest, shaking nd not even trying to fix urself while sammy is fumbling w his belt “i dont wanna go to jail, sammy! i wont like it” u whine, sammy nods, buckling himself. “sweetheart, uve gotta pull urself up” sammy sighs, helping u “oh..” u twist to let him zip ur skirt, pout morphing into a tiny sob, “m too prettyy..”

sammy grabs the shirt ure fisting, but u shake ur head, too scared to let go “m mm.” sammy dives for his own, tugging it over ur head, “sh sh, baby, stop crying. ure not going to jail, i got this.” the cop identifies himself as one of sammys buddies, knocking on the window, immediately laughing at what he sees when sammy lets it down. ure confused nd babbling nonsense “he didnt do anything, i swear! hes a cop, show im ur badge, sammy..” he drops his head, eyes pinching closed.

“jus take me instead!” u hold ur wrists out the window, quickly pulling them right back “wait dont.. let me think..” sammy raises a brow at his buddy “u done, man? put that thing away” referring to the flashlight shining in ur guys faces. he shakes his head “only if u let me put this on ur record, this shit is hilarious.” he cackles. sammy frowns angrily at him while u mutter “ure a mean cop..” sliding down in the seat.

✦ 爆豪勝己 ／ mdni bakugō katsuki ; voice kink

it doesn’t take long for katsuki to notice how much you react to his voice, and it’s not even just during sex — his words immediately catch your attention and you’re always so attentive when he’s talking, especially when it’s just the two of you.

your pretty angel eyes are always on him and him alone, like he’s the only person in the world with something important to say. you’re nodding, long lashes framing your gaze, leaning into him like you just want to melt into his skin.

he’ll even notice that sometimes you have to rub your thighs together if he’s flirting with you, trying to act unbothered but you’re so very obviously affected by it. you’re so cute, and he loves it.

but it’s even worse in bed, when he fully has you in his grasp, and it really is like he’s the only person other person that exists right now. he’s so handsome that he’s pretty, with a perfectly toned body, and it flusters you so badly. just a few touches have you dripping for him, and he could talk you through an orgasm without even touching you.

but he won’t, of course. because touching you and tasting you are his favorite things. instead, he’ll put his sexy, raspy voice to work, methodically picking you apart and putting everything back together as many times as you’ll let him.

this also means that phone sex with him is absolutely insane .. he’s usually dominant, but he isn’t afraid to be a bit vulnerable with you, just to let you know just how much he needs you .. and how much you affect him, especially if he’s been away for a while. you’re both so fucking down bad for each other, and that just makes the sex even better.

his hands will no longer stay on your hips. they move up slowly, sliding to your waist as he grips the hem of your blouse. there’s a brief pause — like he’s checking you, watching your reaction — before he starts pulling it up, careful not to rush anything.

and you don’t stop him. you encourage him.

your hands come over his, guiding his movements as he lifts the fabric higher and higher, over your stomach, inch by inch, until he finally reveals your breasts. your nipples harden instantly in the open air, and he bunches your blouse just above them, holding it there, leaving you exposed in front of him.

you moan softly into the kiss, your head tilting to the side, following his rhythm — or trying to— because it’s getting harder to keep up. wet, messy sounds fill his room along with your soft whimpers, the closeness between you two only growing more intense.

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“You don’t have to, like… sit on me or anything.”

Bakugo said it while you were already halfway into his lap.

You froze—halfway between kneeling on his bed and planting your ass right on his thighs.

“…Should I not?” you asked, suddenly unsure.

He looked like he regretted speaking. “No—shit, no. I just—fuck, you can.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes. Just—do it quick before I die or something.”

That made you laugh. You climbed the rest of the way onto his lap, settling carefully on his thighs with your hands braced on his shoulders. His arms stiffened at his sides. His entire body felt like a coiled spring—solid muscle, warm under his shirt, and completely overwhelmed.

“You okay?” you whispered, tilting your head.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, eyes darting from your face to your mouth to the corner of the room and back again. “Totally fine. He was not fine. He was flustered as hell. The blush across his face was criminal.

You leaned in and kissed him. Just once. Soft and quick. And then again. And again, And suddenly, it wasn’t soft anymore.

He kissed you like his body caught up before his brain could—hands finally landing on your waist, gripping, like he didn’t trust himself to let go. His lips moved like he’d been thinking about this since your first date and trying not to. A little too rough, a little messy.

You gasped when his tongue brushed yours—and he immediately froze.

“I—shit,” he breathed, pulling back an inch. “Sorry. Was that—too much?”

You blinked. “No. No, it was good. You’re good.” He looked like he was short-circuiting. “Oh.”

You giggled. “You’re really bad at this, huh?”

“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to scowl, but he still had his hands on your hips like they were glued there and his ears were turning red. “I don’t do this shit.”

“You don’t kiss girls?” you teased.

“Not ones I like.” Your brain short-circuited. Before you could say anything, he muttered,

“Forget I said that—shit—fuck—”

You kissed him again to shut him up. This time he kissed you back with a little more confidence—not much, but enough to make you melt into him. His hands gripped your waist tighter, tugging you closer, and when your body pressed into his and your skirt slid a little too high, he made a sound in his throat that was pure, panicked arousal.

“Katsuki.”

“…Yeah?”

“You’re, like, really hard right now.”

“Don’t say that out loud—!”

You buried your face in his neck, laughing, and he groaned like he wanted to sink into the floor. But his arms wrapped around you anyway.

And his voice—muffled, mumbled against your shoulder,

“Can we just… do that again? The kissing part?“

“Yeah. We can.”

You kissed him again, deeper this time. And something in him broke.

His hands moved like they were figuring it out in real time—gripping your hips, then sliding up your sides, then back down again, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more: to hold you still or pull you closer.

Your fingers twisted in the front of his shirt as you tilted your head, kissing him harder now, mouths warm and open and clumsy. When your teeth bumped, you both flinched and laughed—but then he kissed you again before the moment could even end.

His breath was hot, ragged against your lips. “Fuck, you taste good—” You moaned softly, and he shuddered.

“Don’t make that sound,” he muttered, trying to pull back. “Seriously. I’ll combust.”

“Then don’t kiss me like that.”

“You kissed me like that—”

You rolled your hips just slightly, and he whimpered—an actual, involuntary noise punched out of his chest. His head fell back against the wall.

“You’re gonna kill me.”

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Your tongue is pressed down with lips wrapped around thick knuckles. His fingers are down your throat. Your chin and lips are messy with the drool, despite your frantic sucking to keep it in.

Katsuki pistons his hips up into you. You’re kneeling around him, barely holding yourself up. Each slam of his cock in your pussy makes your legs buckle. Electricity racing along your muscles as he pounds your g-spot.

“Can’t hear ya,” he growls low in your ear, breath hot and thick.

You scream around his fingers with a vicious slam.

“Shhh, not that loud, you’ll wake Shitty Hair.”

So you can only whimper as your boyfriend continues to use his fingers as a gag, while he pounds you into oblivion.

His thick cock is sloppy with you. All the strength of a hero bullying that thick cock against your slick walls. Kats’ off hand is gripping your hip so deep it’s bruising, yanking you down onto his shaft to meet each thrust until you’re both cumming and collapsing back to sleep.

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His strong arms had your thighs hooked his shoulders, and yanking your hips forward until your pussy was pressed right against his mouth. No teasing, no soft kisses — just pure hunger.

His tongue dragged heavy and flat up your entire slit, tasting every drop of how wet you already were.

He groaned at loud at your taste and buried his face in between your thighs, mouth open wide, licking and sucking like he was trying to devour you. His tongue pushed inside your hole, fucking in and out in deep, messy strokes while his nose rubbed hard against your clit.

“Fuck… you’re so wet already,” he muttered against your pussy, voice low and rough. “Tastes so fucking good.”

Bakugou got louder, sloppier. Wet slurping sounds filled the room as he ate you like he was starved. He shook his head side to side, tongue flat and fast, coating his lips, chin, and cheeks in your slick.

Two thick fingers slid into you without warning, pumping deep and hard while his mouth locked onto your clit, sucking it hard between his lips.

You moaned loud, back arching, but he just gripped your thighs tighter and pulled you even closer, smothering himself in your pussy.

He was making a complete mess of your cunt. Every time his fingers thrust in, more slick gushed out around them, coating his hand and wrist.

He pulled his fingers out for a second, spread your pussy open with his thumbs, and spit directly on your clit before diving back in. His tongue flicked fast and aggressive over your clit while his fingers returned, curling deep inside you, hitting that spot over and over.

“Shit, listen to how wet you are,” bakugou groaned against you, the words vibrating right against your pussy. “You’re dripping all over my fucking face. Good girl… keep making a mess like that.”

He got even more aggressive, sucking your clit hard while his fingers fucked into you faster. The sounds were filthy — loud squelching, heavy slurping, his low groans mixing with your moans. Your thighs started shaking around his head, but he didn’t let up. If anything, bakugou held you tighter, forcing you to take every aggressive lick and thrust.

Your hips were grinding against his face now, chasing the feeling, and he loved it. Your fingers gripped his hair and pulled him closer, desperate for more. He moaned into your cunt, encouraging you, letting you use his tongue however you needed.

“Don’t stop,” he growled, barely pulling his mouth off you to talk. “I want this pussy soaking me. Cum on my face baby.”

The pressure kept building fast. His fingers were relentless, curling and pumping deep while his tongue flicked and sucked your swollen clit without mercy. You were trembling hard, legs shaking uncontrollably around his shoulders. He could feel you getting close, so he doubled down, sucking harder, fingers moving faster, burying his face so deep he could barely breathe.

You came hard. Your whole body tensed up as the orgasm crashed through you. You gushed all over bakugou’s tongue, soaking his face completely. He kept his mouth open, licking and drinking up everything you gave him while your juices ran down his chin.

“That’s it baby, don’t fucking stop cumming” He didn’t pull away even for a second. He kept licking and sucking through your orgasm, dragging it out, making you shake and whimper as wave after wave hit you.

He groaned loudly into your pussy the whole time, clearly loving how much you were soaking him. Only when your legs went limp and you started twitching from overstimulation did he finally slow down.

Bakugou gave your pussy a few more long, slow licks, cleaning up every drop that tried to escape, before pulling his face back slightly.

His entire lower face was wrecked — shiny, dripping, lips swollen and red. Strands of your slick connected his mouth to your pussy before they broke as he pulled away. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, breathing heavy, but the smirk on his wet lips said everything.