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you just reply with "oh yeah he's just like that" with a happy smile even though he's really not.... at least not like how he is with you... his hands grabbing your waist and hips as he passed you as he talks to you. his hand fixing your hair or gently touching your face and neck. the way he hugs you.... isa swears she's seen his hand on your ass but maybe she was just seeing things...

the worst part is you always end up nearly getting caught making out... you'll sneak into his trailer to "run lines" when really he's running his tongue over whatever skin he can get to during your 20 minute break.

One time you were straddling his hips finding the perfect rhythm as your hips grind together and you get a knock at your door a familiar voice calling your name your hand flys over Gerrans mouth to muffle his moans and your hips came to an abrupt stop

"hey, wanna go get coffee while we're on break?" you hear Shabana's muffled voice on the other side of the door. You're scrambling to get up and shove gerran aside muttering at him to hide. he gives you a huff concealing his hard-on and moving out of sight so you can go out with Shabana

thankfully she didn't suspect anything...

softdom!dennis whitaker practically pouncing on his sweet little girlfriend when he gets home from the ER at night because he just missed you soo much.

cw: dom dennis, sub reader, pet names (honey, sweet girl, baby), fingering, protected pnv, praise, sweet sex (i think?)

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after coaxing you away from the couch to the bed, cooing about "c'mon, honey, it's late, y'didn't have to stay up for me," while his hand slid around your waist in the way he knew made your knees weak.

it didn't take long before he was on top of you in your shared bed, gently lowering you down into the pillows below, free hand already slipped into your panties, rubbing slow and steady circles on your clit. he groaned into your lips, kissing you heavily and practically drowning out the sound of your soft whimpers from his fingers alone. he tugged down his scrub pants easily, freeing his dick fast enough for it to be already sliding into you in seconds.

he gasped out a moan and grunted, one hand holding him up and the other stroking your hair so sweetly, listening to your whines below him. "hey, shh, shh," he murmured in your ear, pressing light, sloppy pecks all over your jaw and cheek. "you're okay, 's okay," he reassured you, falling into a more plank position so his hand could cover your mouth to suppress your whimpering. the poor neighbors, apartment walls are thinner than paper!

his other hand stroked the side of your face and your hair, murmuring soft praises through moans and gasps above you. "missed you so much, sweet girl," he pecked your lips a few times, rutting into you slow and deep now, listening to your gasps and thrusting even deeper when you grasped at his back.

"mmmph-fuck," he gasped, almost collapsing fully onto you, head ducked down with his mouth right by your ear, panting and gasping. his thrusts began to quicken to the same pace of his breath - fast, sloppy. his hand dug into your hair and cupped the back of your head, pressing it to his collar as you whined out and gasped a few soft, inaudible pleas. "there you go, baby, that's it," he cooed as you both came, pulling out minutes later after laying you down and murmuring in your ear, and discarding the condom into the trash can (safe sex is great sex!).

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high writing this sooooo sorry if it sucks 😅

anon, i love you for this. sorry this is really short, i’m at a party rn but you’ve had this request in for like two weeks so i had to get it done!!

after the party·˚ ༘

summary: dennis finally gives in to his pleading step-sister after spending so long jerking himself off with her in his mind

word count: 0.9k

cw: stepcest, they do it in a car, handjob, sloppy makeouts, mentions of the church n shit because i can’t help it, lots of saliva.

you don’t remember when you started to see dennis as something more than the son of your mom’s boyfriend.

maybe when he trotted out into the barn with an old, hand me down wife beater and cuffed jeans, fetching the logs of wood your mom asked him to get. or when you were walking into the bathroom for a well-deserved shower, only to get a full view of his toned front, fisting his cock while aiming the shower head at his leaky purple tip.

you knew he thought of you as well. insisting on doing your laundry so you can focus on studying, yet hearing his bedroom door click shut instead of the stairs creaking. that time that your mom had treated the two of you road trip at the beach, where he cupped your mound to try and pull you back for a ‘splash fight’.

the two of you would call those touches accidental, but you both knew better.

and you wanted more. since he was so scared of asking to drown in your pretty cunt like the three tabs of step-bro/step-sis porn he had left on his computer suggested, you knew you had to be the bigger person and make the first move.

now, with the heel of your palm rubbing at him through his jeans, you don’t know what took you guys so long! you’re not thinking about your shitty plans which had ruined your night because all you can think about is convincing dennis to get his cock out.

“y- you’re like a sister t’me! we can’t,” he stutters, gripped the back of the headrest.

a dramatic pout pulls at your face, one that he can’t even see with your face buried in his neck. “don’t lie to me, den. you know, ‘s really mean,” you whine. “you like me, i like you— where’s the problem?”

“p- problem? the problem is this whole situation!” he groans out.

you watch as those expressive eyes go all wide as your palm finds his tip, his eyebrows furrowed as he mentally tells himself to resist, resist, resist! it’s like you can see the gears turning in his head, telling him that you’ll blabber to someone, a passerby will drive down the road and catch the both of you. you can’t help but feel sorry for him.

slowly, your free hand tilts his chin down gently. “den, it’s okay. no one has to know, it’s our little secret. it’s an empty road, no one will drive by.”

dennis can’t take his eyes off of you as he thinks over your relieving words, trying to make a link with a bad consequence, but finding none.

“yeah?” he asks breathlessly.

you smile. “i promise, den.”

he pants heavily for a moment, still reeling in the unfamiliar touch of a hand this close to his cock that isn’t his own. then, that good, clean boy act is ripped off.

he licks his way into your mouth desperately, parting his lips further to get even just a small taste of your tongue. you let out a breathy moan into the kiss, feeling your panties flood with his compliance.

the kiss is more of tongues and teeth clashing, scratching at each other’s lips. what else can you expect from two people who have been shut out from anything but the church and purity?

it’s inexperienced but it’s so fuelling, pumping you with so much adrenaline that your leg begins to jump up and down.

you pull back with tapered airways, your eyes half-lidded and dreamy. quickly locating the buckle of his belt, you pull the leather loose and shuffle down his jeans. as you tug his baggy checkered boxers down, thick globs of precum already beading through the fabric, you crash your lips back onto his.

your thighs clench as you hear the whiny mewl that chokes its way into the kiss, just as you wrap your hand around dennis’ velvety length. his head slams back against the headrest, a little trickle of spit that broke from the kiss printed onto his chin.

“yes, yes, yes—“ he whimpers, the sound growing straight to your belly.

dennis’ eyes track over your hand as it pumps his strangled cock. every single scripted and cheesy porno he jerked off to could never compare to this. he felt so dirty. so free. anyone could walk by, and instead of making him nervous, the thought only made his hazy eyes roll back.

you bring your hand away, earning a whine from dennis. that quickly changes when you spit on both hands, fist his cock, then twist your wrist.

the sound is sinful. the wet schlick, schlick of your saliva pooling between your knuckles sends dennis into a state of bliss, his loud moans growing high-pitched and irrepressible.

you don’t hear his stuttered, barely audible warnings. it’s like there’s a fish bowl over your head, blocking out everything around you but the sight of dennis’ twitching dick.

so, it catches you by surprise when you lean down to spit on his lengthy shaft, only to be met with thick, sticky ropes of white painting your lips and chin. unable to resist, your tongue darts out to taste the gooey release.

“h— oh my god, i- i’m sorry. i tried t-to warn you, i s-swear!” he cries, hips still twitching into your fist.

you giggle and sit back up, swiping a finger across your chin to suck his salty cum right off. “it’s okay, den. you can make it up to me and return the favour.”

@WHIMSILVERHAND '26

if i have the energy i might follow this up where they just get more perverted and icky!

hi… yes. you text dennis saying you wanna try something new, and send him pictures of two pairs of lacy panties, one with blue stripes and a tiny bow to match and another that’s transparent pink with dainty flowers all over, telling him to pick one. he’s already losing his mind picturing you in them, says you’d look beautiful in both. but you tell him no, they’re not for you, theyre for him. the poor boy is so confused, asks you what you mean… guesses if he had to pick, it’d be the blue ones…

you have them delivered to his place (which trinity doesn’t see, thankfully) and when you come over the next time, you find him sat on his knees on the bed, naked, donning the new gift you got him.

he’d be soo flustered :( just imagining the raging blush on his cheeks that travels all the way down to his chest. d-do you like it? he’d stutter out, barely meeting your eyes. oh, my baby. i love it. my pretty boy. you’d coo, rubbing him over the thin fabric that already has a large wet spot from his pre leaking.

he’d whine so loud, head buried in your neck as he mumbles about how unfair it is that you’re fully dressed. your hand strokes his cock under his panties, running your thumb along his sensitive tip to hear the sharp gasp he lets out in response.

a-ah- ‘m gonna end up making a mess! please, just let me take these off-

shh, no. don’t worry about that right now, den. i’ll get you new ones. you wanna try the pink ones next time, right?

y-yeah, fuck, please. wanna look pretty, wanna be good, all on display for you- haah, ‘m cumming, im cumming! he whines out, coating your hand and his panties with spurts of his sticky release <3

tags: mdni! smut, dom(ish) sho, missionary, p in v, hair pulling, a luh rough (maybe ooc i’m sorry)

bfprohero!todoroki x femgf!reader - shoto loses his composure in front of your eyes

a/n: i feel sho is a softdom, the sweestest dom actually, but yk… a softdom is still a dom… 👀

shoto todoroki had never been easy to read. not to anyone, and sometimes, not even to you— his girlfriend. it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, that was just how he was. he was a great boyfriend, always so sweet and caring. he took care of you, never letting stress get to that pretty head of yours. you were the flame and he was a mere moth, enamored by your being.

so when you saw him come back from work one day, shoulders sagging and expression etched with frustration, it was unfamiliar. bad days weren’t unfamiliar, no, but him carrying it home was. in an instant, you were on your feet, heading over to him.

“hey. bad day?” you asked gently, taking off some of his gear and setting it aside. seeing him so weary brought a pang to your heart. he responded with a bleak nod, already heading for your shared bedroom. you could see how exhausted, or maybe frustrated, he was. you couldn’t exactly tell.

“the guy i fought brought up touya. i lost my composure, went overboard.” he explained, continuing to walk to the bedroom.

you gave him a moment, then followed him in, closing the door softly behind you. he just stood there, and now the distinction between frustration and exhaustion was clear.

your feet brought you to stand in front of him, your hands massaging his shoulders lightly. then, sweetly, you brought your lips to his, presenting a kiss. normally, his hands would’ve resided on your waist or hips. you felt only one go to your hip, squeezing your skin, and the other shooting to your hair.

but he didn’t just let it rest in your hair, no. he fisted your luscious strands, grabbing hard.

you let out a soft whine from the sudden tug, the sensation new but… tasteful. the hand he had on your hip moved to the waistband of your shorts, tugging. you broke away from the kiss to quickly shed your clothes, leaving you bare.

his eyes didn’t wander like they normally did. they bore into yours instead, gesturing to the king-size bed behind you.

“go.”

he used the same tone as he did when commanding sidekicks— and it certainly commanded you. you sat on your side of the bed, watching him closely as he stalked over to the edge, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he took off his hero costume.

this was a new side of him you hadn’t seen before. with intimacy, it had always been free-flowing, and he was a gentle giant. nonetheless, the effect was the same. warmth and moisture consumed your core, against your will.

he grabbed your ankle firmly, pulling you to the edge of the bed. he stood between your legs, taking a look of your body laid out beneath him before leaning down to kiss you roughly again. your legs immediately moved to wrap around his waist, whimpering against his lips as his finger found your clit, circling the nerve brutally.

he pulled away to breathe, adjusting himself so his leaking cockhead pressed firmly against your opening, not pushing in just yet. he typically liked to take his time with you, but today had him in the mood for immediate relief— and you were not complaining.

“look.” he commanded, fisting a handful of your hair and forcing you to look down between your bodies to see where they connected. he held your head there as he began to push into you, the sopping walls of your pussy accepting him gracefully.

only did he let you put your head back down when he’d bottomed out inside you, leaving your mouth slightly agape and a deep arch in your back. he hooked both your ankles over his shoulders, then bent one of his legs and propped it onto the bed, keeping the other planted on the floor. he began to thrust into you, with a punishing but pleasurable snap of his hips. immediately, moans slipped off your tongue, your hands rushing to grip the sheets.

he may not have been fucking you fast, but he was sure as hell fucking you hard. and it felt so good.

then, he began to speed up, not only fucking you intensely, but quickly.

“sho— please— oh fuck,” you sputtered, turning into a mess over the covers. your pathetic whimpers filled the room, as your body grew to be newly and blissfully overwhelmed.

“s-slower, please— ngh—!” you whined, but he didn’t let up. the whines and whimpers continued, your hands desperately reaching for his as they held your thighs.

“stop— fuck,” he groaned, actively trying to hold himself back from finishing his sentence.

“stop,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “complaining.”

never had he ever verbally commanded you like that, but fuck if it didn’t make you hornier. so you obliged.

“you can handle it.” he reaffirmed. his pace and intensity were relentless, and part of you wished he came home upset more often. your body had never felt so electrified— not to say the sex before wasn’t good— but this was so foreign.

he leaned forward, making your legs push closer to you as well, pushing you to your limit. a hand left your thigh to cup your face, roughly and gently at the same time, and make you look at him.

he came right after you, filling your puffy pussy with his warm seed. in short, it was the most exhilarating sex you’d ever had.

“sorry. was i too rough?” he said, his eyes flashing with concern. you shook your head, smiling and taking your legs off his shoulders to wrap around his waist.

keigo’s folding you as if he believes your body is malleable.

cock head hammering in and out of your greedy cunt, contorting the gushy walls inside that pretty lil’ womb he calls home, shaft snuggly squeezing throughout each little crevice it can find, stretching you wide open.

every last inch of skin is practically covered in him. dry trails of spit lingering on your clammy flesh, deep plum bruises blooming in the imprints of his teeth, the countless hours of devotion on your body claiming you for the world to see slowly yet surely leaving you deliriously slurring for more, drooling mouth pleading for his cock.

OPEN UP *♬ . °♪~

Cw: slapping

You dropped down to your knees with a small thunk. You looked up at Katsuki, his chest was almost heaving with excitement. His ruby eyes were half lidded, his face was a mix of something you couldn't quite place. He looked ruined, and like he would ruin you too.

Pushing your face into the crotch of his sweats, you whined. His scent was strong, burnt caramel and something musky and masculine. You never admitted it but it turned you on like crazy.

"Fuck baby.." Katsuki sighed as you pulled down his sweatpants to his ankles. Revealing how his cock strained against the damp fabric of his boxers.

You looked up at him for permission and when he nodded you peeled off his underwear.

His cock sprung up and slapped against his abs and you couldn't help but stare. It looked delicious, it was thick and had a prominent vein on the underside. It curved up into a pretty pink mushroom tip, he leaked all over himself. You zoned out looking at it, thinking about all the stuff you could do- rather than doing it yourself.

"Open up.." Katsuki mumbled as he gently tapped your lips with his heavy cock. You blinked back into reality at the feeling of his warmth on your mouth.

Katsuki grunted, "I said open up." He hit his cock into your face again. You couldn't help but leak in your own panties, you whined. God he's hot. You were rocking against his foot for friction when you looked up at him.

Before you could even start to apologise you heard a loud SMACK. Katsuki had just slapped you! Your cheek was red and stung in the most addictive way. It hurts, like a lot. A slap from a man with that amount of power would hurt no matter if he was trying or not. You were stunned, what had just happened?

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGd9ho5PY/

⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘? ✦

pov. reader pranks rafe by calling him her friend, and he shows her what friends don’t do.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, cussing, missionary, degrading, praising, face grabbing, no proof read, teasing, dom!rafe, sub!reader, penetration, slight mention of throat grabbing, edging(?)

your phone was already recording before rafe even wandered into frame. “rafe!” you called out.

he got up from the living room couch and came to you soon as he heard his name. you were standing at the kitchen island with some overpriced drink you’d bought because your followers kept asking you to try it, the front camera angled just enough to catch both of you. they also requested you to prank him, and who are you to say no?

rafe leaned against the counter beside you, absentmindedly spinning his truck keys around one finger while watching you talk to the camera. he was focused on his plans with golfing, so he wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying, only half listening as he reached over and stole the drink out of your hand for a sip.

you laughed, pulling it back. “give it—” you say, watching him drink it. “it’s not even good,” he muttered after swallowing, setting it back in front of you. his disgust settling faintly on his face.

you rolled your eyes dramatically toward the camera. “anyway,” you continued, “my friend picked this one out, so if it’s disgusting, blame him.” you say to the camera, and then silence leaked into the conversation, not from you, but from him.

you noticed it almost immediately. rafe didn’t move, he didn’t even blink at first. it was almost like he was he was freezing to contain himself.

“…fuck you just say?” he asked, his eyes look in at yours. you looked over innocently. “my friend.” you echo, and his eyebrows pulled together into an scowl. “what’d you just call me?” he questioned, and you frowned like you genuinely had no idea what he was talking about. “…my friend?” you repeated.

he stared at you for another second, waiting for you to laugh, but you didn’t. instead, you turned right back toward the camera. “he picked it because he said it’d be good.” you said to the camera, smiling.

“i’m your friend?” he asked again, his voice was flatter now. you looked back again. “yeah.” you say, your face straight and tone nothing but serious.

you were looking at him as if he was crazy and that bit at his patience. “no.” he replied, and you blinked slowly as if you were just trying to piss him off…you were.

“..no?” you echo, and he continues glaring at you. “don’t call me that.” he demand but you let out a confused little laugh. “why?” you ask. “cause i’m not your friend.” he answered and you tilted your head, brows furrowed in confusion.

“yes, you are.” you reply.

he looked at you like you’d just said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. “…what?” he asked, but not wanting an actual answer. “you’re my friend.” but you gave it anyway.

“no, i’m not.” he defends, shaking his head side to side.

“rafe,” you laughed, “you literally are.” you continue, and his jaw flexed. “no, i literally ain’t.” he corrected, you tilted your head, toying with his patience. “but you are.” you add. he let out a slow breath through his nose, trying very hard to stay patient.

“that’s not what i am.” he says. “then what are you?” you asked, testing even more how far you could take this. he gave you an incredulous look. “…seriously?”

you only shrugged.

“i mean… you’re my friend.” you said, and silence settled once again. this time, the tension was thick. he looked from you to the phone, then back to you. his irritation was starting to be visible now. “are you hearin’ yourself?”

you frowned. “what?” you asked. “friends?” he quoted you and he scoffed under his breath.

“friends don’t fu—” he stopped himself due to the video, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before shaking his head. “nevermind.” he mumbled.

you rolled your eyes to smoothly hide your face so you could at least grin from your suppressed laughter. you then looked up at him with the straightest face you could possibly have. “what?” you ask.

“nothing.” he replied, then he looked away for a second, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck before looking back at you. “don’t call me that.” he commanded.

“why are you getting so worked up?” you asked, genuinely selling the confusion. “you are my friend.” you stated, his head tipped back for a second in disbelief. “i’m your boyfriend.” he corrected. “yeah…” you said, dragging the word out.

“…and?” he asked, gesturing his hands as if he wants you to speed up the word and finish the sentence. “…boyfriends are friends.” you state and he let out a dry laugh. “that’s not the point.” he said, getting serious. “i don’t see the problem.” you admit and he stared at you in response. “course you don’t.” he comments, his annoyance finally slipped into his voice.

“you stand there, lookin’ me dead in the face, callin’ me your friend like we’ve just been… hangin’ out.” he describes, his eyes never looking away from your eyes. “we do hang out.” you reply.

he shut his eyes for a brief second. “jesus christ.” he mutters to himself and you smiled sweetly at him in response. “what?” you ask. he points at himself. “i’m your boyfriend.” he corrects and you shake your head side to side. “no, you’re my friend.”

“oh yeah? i’m just your friend, now?” he asked, his tone dripping with dare. you swallow, his eye contact making you nervous. “yes.” you confirm and he stared at you for another long second before snatching up your phone and ending the video.

his thick cock pushes into you in one rough thrust, stretching you so wide you gasp, back arching hard off the mattress as you try to adjust to the sudden fullness. he’s so deep already, buried to the hilt, your walls fluttering around his girth.

“look at me,” he orders, his voice low. you barely manage to focus, eyes glassy, when his hand roughly grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces your face up to meet his intense stare. his hips snap forward again, fucking into you harder, making your tits bounce with every thrust.

“is this what a friend does to you, huh?” rafe questions, eyes filled with tease, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over. you’re so full, so overwhelmed, the words stick in your throat. only broken whimpers escape as he keeps pounding into you, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the room.

“answer me,” he demands, tightening his grip on your face, hips never slowing. your back arches sharply again, trying to take him deeper, adjust to how thick he feels splitting you open. your nails dig into his shoulders as you finally grunt out, voice wrecked, “no!”

rafe smirks, satisfied, and leans down to bite at your neck while he fucks you even harder, claiming every inch of you like he’s proving exactly how far from ‘friends’ you really are.

rafe doesn’t let up for a second, his hips slamming into you with punishing force, driving his thick cock so deep your eyes roll back. the wet slap of skin on skin echoes louder as he fucks you harder into the mattress, your legs spread wider around his waist.

“fuckin’ look at you,” he taunts, voice rough and mocking as his hand stays locked on your jaw, forcing your hazy eyes back to his. “so cock drunk on your supposed friend’s dick already. can’t even think straight, can you? just taking it like a good little slut.” he teased.

you try to respond but another brutal thrust knocks the air from your lungs. your back arches even harder, pussy clenching tight around his girth as he grinds against that spot that makes your toes curl. words won’t form, only broken moans and gasps spill out while he rails you.

“such a slutty little thing,” rafe sneers, leaning closer so his breath fans hot against your lips, hips snapping relentlessly. “got a boyfriend waiting somewhere and here you are, legs spread wide open for me. letting your ‘friend’ stretch this pretty pussy out. bet he doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” he teased again.

you’re shaking under him, overwhelmed, body jolting with every deep stroke. your nails rake down his back but you can’t manage a single sentence, just pathetic whimpers as he pounds you senseless.

he chuckles darkly, thumb brushing your bottom lip before he grips your face tighter. “is this what you want, huh? my attention? my cock ruining you?” he punctuates the question with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out, walls fluttering wildly around him. “answer me, baby. tell me this is exactly what that slutty pussy needs.” but you can’t.

you’re too full, too fucked out, only able to moan and arch into him as rafe keeps driving into you without mercy, owning every inch while he teases you mercilessly in that low, filthy voice, dripping with his annoyance he had before toward you.

“you love this, don’t you?” he growls, voice low and taunting, grinding deep before pulling back and slamming in again. “tell me, baby. do you love me? huh?” he asks.

you’re so cock drunk, eyes glassy and unfocused, but you nod repeatedly, fast and desperate, your body jolting with every thrust as broken whimpers spill from your lips. your move closer, trying to take him even deeper, pussy clenching around his girth like you never want him to pull out.

rafe’s smirk, satisfied. he leans in closer, lips brushing yours as he fucks you harder, hips relentless. “yeah? then what are you to me? say it. what the fuck are you to me?” he asked.

you’re gasping, barely able to form words, but the pressure of his cock dragging against your walls forces it out between moans. your voice comes out wrecked and breathy, “you’re not my friend—i love you—” you babble.

the words break off into a loud moan as he rewards you with a particularly deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt and staying there, grinding slow and filthy while he stares down at you with hunger.

“damn right i’m not your fuckin’ friend,” he hisses, finally releasing your jaw only to slide his hand down and wrap it around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin as he starts railing you again.

rafe’s thrusts grow erratic, harder and deeper, his thick cock swelling inside your tight, fluttering walls as he chases his own release, while he stares down at your wrecked face. “gonna fill this slutty pussy up,” he growls, hips snapping forward with punishing force. “bad girls like you don’t get to cum, but i do. take it.” he comments.

you’re shaking, so close, desperately trying to grind up against him, but he pins your hips down with his weight and fucks you even rougher.

your moans turn into broken sobs of pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt one last time, groaning low and filthy as he cums hard inside you. thick, hot spurts flood your pussy, pulsing deep while he grinds through it, making sure every drop stays buried in you.

you clench around him, right on the edge, whimpering and arching, begging with your body for just a little more.

but rafe pulls out slowly, his spent cock dragging against your sensitive walls, leaving you empty and aching. his cum leaks out of your stretched hole as he sits back on his heels, breathing heavy, a cruel smirk on his lips.

“bad girls don’t get to cum,” he says, voice rough and mocking as he watches you squirm. “you wanna joke about me being your friend on your little tiktok shit? then you can stay dripping with my load and unsatisfied like the desperate slut you are.” he stated.

he leans down, pressing a mocking kiss to your forehead while you whine and try to reach for him, thighs trembling.

Katsuki Bakugo x fem! Reader

Plot: Movie dates are always fun, especially when they end up with you in your boyfriend’s lap.

CW/TW: 18+, smut, fingering, ignored sex(?), Katsuki ignoring you in favour of the film, petnames, dumbification (?), reader is fucking horny, silent sex?, Katsuki kinda mean.

A/N: just working through the backlog of things I’ve had written and seeing what’s decent enough to post. I have a bunny! reader one I’m thinking of posting but it’s kinda heavy on breeding kink soooo maybe

It started with a movie; it always did. Behind the barks and snarls, Katsuki was secretly a film buff. Detailed reviews on Letterboxd, a membership to the local cinema, and a definitely snobbish attitude on what counted as ‘true art’.

Who better to share those opinions with than his sweet girlfriend? You attempted to understand what he was on about when he talked through every film with commentary. Labelling certain choices and colour palettes with pride, as if he were the one to direct the film.

“I was thinkin’ a pre-quirk era piece tonight,” Katsuki muttered as he scrolled through the options for you, calling it a ‘piece’ rather than a movie like a normal person, “a hero film from before heroes existed. Sound good, angel?”

You nod, already fidgeting with the blankets to make the couch as comfortable as possible. You hadn’t been particularly vocal today, a weird feeling in your tummy distracting you from most things, but Katsuki, you could always focus on—at least to some degree.

You could definitely focus on the way his biceps were outlined by his sleeves, and the way his broad chest strained against the flimsy polyester of his pyjama top. You could definitely focus on the angle of his jaw, his downturned brow, or the way his hair was slightly flattened from the shower.

You didn’t focus on the fact that the film had already started, or the long opening credits prevalent in older movies, or the way you’d subconsciously scooted closer to him.

You hadn’t heard what he was saying at all, vaguely registering the way his hand moved to point to some obscure actor who hadn’t been seen in any film aside from this one. Even then, you were focused on his scarred hands, rough from work. You definitely didn’t notice the warmth building in your tummy, or the way your thighs pressed together.

But Katsuki did.

“Already?” He asked, forcing a sigh to hide the smirk in his words, the same hand you were so intently focused on gently grabbing at your thigh, “Not even fifteen minutes in, angel.”

He knows how you see him, and he knows how the world sees him. Katsuki knows he’s stupidly hot, and aren’t you lucky you’re the only one he shares it with?

Such a lucky girl.

“At least sit through the movie.” He offers, despite the hearts dancing in your pupils and the dryness in your mouth, “I’ll take care of you after.”

“Okay.” You mutter in response, trying to give a confident nod, tearing your gaze from him to whatever was playing on the screen.

You try, oh, how you try, to focus on the 136-minute runtime. You try not to count the seconds until this stupid film is over. You try not to breathe too deeply to avoid inhaling any of that aphrodisiac caramel smell. You try not to nestle closer into the strong, radiating warmth that’s to your left, to not focus on the feeling of Katsuki’s strong arm wrapped around your waist, to not focus on the ridges of muscle against your back-

When did you even get in his lap?

“You’re jus’ too needy, huh?” He asks lowly in your ear, breath tickling at your baby hairs, “You gonna let me watch the movie?”

You nod enthusiastically, hips bucking as his hand traces across your tummy and under the soaked panties you wore.

Katsuki lets out a sharp breath as his middle finger runs through your honeyed folds, pressing a kiss to your neck, “Gotta keep quiet so I can focus on the dialogue.”

“I’ll be quiet, promise, promise.” You babble pathetically, the words tinged with a whine as two fingers pinch gently at your clit making you jolt against him.

“That’s not being quiet, is it?” He rumbles against your back, the questions coming straight from his chest, the only hint that he’s just as affected as you are, “C’mon, angel, you know I can’t turn on subtitles, they take away from the cinematography.”

You listen, biting down on your lip harshly, as his fingers circle your sensitive bud. You want to be good, to let him enjoy his film, you know how much he enjoys them. The second his fingers move downward, collecting your arousal as they tease your sorely empty hole, you cover your own mouth to muffle the whimper spilling out.

“Tsk, still so loud,” Katsuki grumbles in response to the wet squelch as soon as his fingers are nestled inside of your cunt, “if it’s not your mouth, s’this pretty pussy talking.”

He’s tutting at you, and it only makes you want to whine louder. Your toes curl as he curls his fingers just right, hitting that gummy spot inside of you with practiced ease.

You’re melting, thighs trembling and back arching, muffling pathetic mewls and moans against your palm as he bullies your spongy walls with his fingers. All while he’s still watching the film, you focus briefly, and his gaze is still trained on the TV and whatever the characters are saying.

His palm hits against your clit, letting you rub against him as he takes you apart in his lap. You see stars, the knot in your tummy releasing. Your whole body is wracking from the force of your climax, legs jolting, soaking his wrist and your poor panties as his fingers fuck you through it.

You call his name, too loud to be muffled by your hand.

Katsuki stills his fingers inside of you, his unoccupied hand reaching for the remote to pause the film. His gaze finally focuses back on you, flushed and trembling and he clicks his tongue, “Really can’t be quiet can you? I’ll find another way to shut you up.”

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“I wish I had someone strong to rely on” you said to ragebait your boyfriend. Unfortunately for you, Satoru took that very personally and now you’re too busy choking on him to take it back ♡

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CW: NSFW. rough face fucking. Throat bulge. Choking. Deepthroating. Cum on face. Spitting in the mouth. Size kink

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You were both lounging on the couch, simply enjoying each other’s company after a long day. Satoru looked way too relaxed, so obviously you had to do something about it.

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips before you let out a dramatic sigh.

“Ugh… Sometimes I wish I had someone strong to rely on”

Satoru slowly turned his head toward you, phone completely forgotten. His blue eyes narrowed, that signature cocky grin twitching like it couldn’t decide whether to laugh or snarl.

“…Excuse me?”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

“I just thought about it, I don’t know” you shrugged innocently.

He tossed his phone aside and in one fluid motion yanked you into his lap, making you straddle him. 

“You’re literally dating me” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, but like…” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I’m talking about someone really strong”

Satoru looked at you with a mix of amusement and mild condescension. “I am really strong.”

“Mmm…” You traced a slow pattern on his arm, pretending to think deeply. “But, like… stronger”

His eyes narrowed “Stronger than who?”

You gave a casual shrug. “I don’t know”

“Yuki?”

“No.”

“Yuta?”

“No.”

“Then who?”

You sighed dramatically. “I don’t know, Toru. Someone… elite”

He looked genuinely offended. “You do realize I’m already at the top, right?”

“Mhm”

Satoru sat up straighter, hands still firmly on your hips. “You’re literally living with the peak of humanity. I’m the measuring—”

“I’m just saying…” you purred, leaning in closer “sometimes a girl wants to feel protected by someone really powerful, Satoru~”

“Oh” he said, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. “You are absolutely ragebaiting me.”

“Am I?” you asked sweetly.

“Okay,” he murmured, his legs parting wider to accommodate you, grinding his crotch firmly against yours to make sure you felt exactly what you were dealing with. His voice dropped an octave, dripping with ego and possessiveness. “Keep talking then. Tell me again how you wish you had someone strong. I dare you. Let’s see how long you can keep that attitude before I fuck it right out of you”

You smiled innocently. “…Sometimes I really wish I had som—”

Satoru growled and pulled you flush against him.

“Oh, you are so getting it tonight.”

You laughed against his neck, victorious, as his hands slid under your shirt.

—

Well, in fact, he was really fucking it right out of you. 

After fucking you senseless on the couch, Satoru finally pulled out, leaving you trembling and dripping with your own fluids. Your legs were still shaking, your breathing ragged as you tried to recover.

But he wasn’t done. 

He stood up in front of you, towering over your seated figure. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with your juices, thick and heavy as it bobbed right in front of your face. A smug, slightly mean smirk played on his lips while he looked down at your dazed expression. 

“Look at you…” he murmured, voice low and rough. “All trembling and messy because of me. And you still had the nerve to say you wanted someone stronger?”

He gripped the base of his thick cock and started slowly dragging it across your face. The heavy weight of it slapped softly against your cheek, then your other cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum and your own arousal on your skin. He rubbed the swollen head along your lips, teasingly smearing it back and forth.

“Open your mouth” he ordered.

You parted your lips obediently, tongue out waiting for him, but Satoru leaned forward slightly and spat directly into your mouth, a thick string of saliva landing on your tongue.

You couldn’t stop the broken whimper coming from your throat.

“Swallow” he commanded.

You did, eyes locked on his.

“Good girl,” he praised, but his tone was still edged with that possessive arrogance. “Now let’s put that bratty mouth to better use.”

With both of his large hands he grabbed the sides of your head, his long fingers practically enveloping your skull. His grip was firm, controlling, leaving you with nowhere to go.

He pushed the thick head of his cock past your lips, sliding it over your tongue until he hit the back of your throat. Then, without warning, he thrust forward hard, burying himself deep in one powerful motion.

You gagged instantly, your throat tightening around his heavy cock. Saliva immediately started dripping from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin.

Your eyes widened when you felt it — the obscene bulge in your throat. Every brutal inch of his cock stretched your neck from the inside, the thick outline of his shaft clearly visible under your skin as he forced himself all the way in.

“Fuck— look at that,” Satoru groaned, eyes darkening with raw lust. He kept one hand on your head while the other slid down to wrap around your throat, his palm pressing lightly over the prominent bulge. “You can see me right here, baby. So fucking deep.”

He started fucking your throat with deep, rough strokes, watching mesmerized as the bulge in your neck moved up and down in time with his thrusts. Your throat convulsed violently around him, the obscene outline of his cock appearing and disappearing with every snap of his hips.

Your jaw ached from how wide you had to stretch around his thickness, but you were so ridiculously wet that the discomfort only made you throb more. You were certain you could cum just from this.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and soon spilled down your cheeks as he thrust harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. You could feel his heavy cock pulsing against your tongue, the veiny underside dragging along it while the bulge in your throat kept shifting under his fingers.

You gagged wetly around him, loud and messy. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking your throat filled the room.

“Breathe through your nose, baby” he cooed mockingly, still thrusting deep, his thumb stroking the bulge in your neck. “You asked for it, now take it”

He picked up the pace, pulling you forward to meet his hips as he drove into your throat. Your eyes watered uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face while you looked up at him with hazy, fucked-out eyes.

Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his abs tensing as he got closer.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum all over this pretty face” he growled.

He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He stroked himself fast and hard right in front of you.

“Look at me” he demanded.

You did, mouth open and tongue out. With a deep, guttural groan, Satoru came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across your face in powerful spurts. He kept pumping his cock, milking every last drop onto you until your face was a complete mess.

When he finally finished, he let out a long, satisfied breath and looked down at his work with a dark, proud smirk.

“Fuck… you look so much better like this,” he murmured, thumb gently spreading some of his cum across your bottom lip. “All mine”

He crouched down in front of you, still towering slightly, and wiped your eyes carefully with his fingers so you could see properly. Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, surprisingly soft despite everything.

“Still wish you had someone stronger?” he asked, voice husky but affectionate now.

You could barely speak, but you managed a weak, breathless smile. “…Maybe tomorrow.”

Satoru chuckled and pulled you into his arms, lifting you easily from the couch. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

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yeah im not okay

AM I THE ASSHOLE?

❤︎ SYNOPSIS: eijirō feels like he’s going insane. he wants to fuck his best friends girlfriend, but, like, also his best friend? is he the asshole?

❤︎ CONTENT: f!reader, alternate universe - modern!au, slight perv!kiri, domestic fluff, eiji feeding kat grapes on the beach (no i wont elaborate), semi-unsanctioned voyeurism, blowjobs, penetrative sex, riding…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.

❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: i need perv!kiri like i need air. eijirō cry count: 7

❤︎ NOW PLAYING: this is why, paramore.

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r/AmItheAsshole

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AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?

okokok. hear me out.

i [26M] have a best friend and roommate [also 26M]. i’ve known the guy since high school and we’re pretty close (obviously, best friends) but hes like, my best-best friend, yk? the bestest. i love the guy (platonically) and idk what id do without him, so i really dont want to fuck that up.

now. my best friend has a girlfriend. shes super sweet and nice and makes him so happy. like soooo happy. like i didnt realize my bro could be so happy. but thats besides the problem. the problem is that she moved in. and shes a good roommate, im not complaining about any of that, but also like…shes hot…?

which is fine. its sooo fine and cool and i would never do anything that got in the way of my bros relationship. i love him!! (platonically) but the problem is that she lives here. she eats in our kitchen and takes naps on the couch and walks around with no bra and tiny shorts and i’m LOSING MY MIND

i feel bad. i definitely FEEL like an asshole bc its like im j some misogynistic asshole that cant stop viewing women as sex symbols, but i swear its not my fault. i literally found one of her panties in my laundry load im going to cry.

but yeah. AITA??? i feel like the asshole depending on the day. is there a help line for this???

𑣲 roommates, katsuki & eijiro, shows how badly they missed you. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

katsuki had been more explosive than usual during training, and eijiro had spent his off-hours staring at his phone, waiting for a text. the distance left a heavy tension between the two men, their constant arguing growing worse every day you were gone. you just had to take that trip..

when your plane finally landed, they were both waiting for you. katsuki drove home with a tight grip on the wheel while eijiro held your hand from the backseat, neither of them willing to let you go.

the moment you stepped through the front door, they wouldn't leave your side.

they both followed you like a shadow, clinging closely to you. hungry? katsuki quickly heated up your favorite food that he had cooked earlier. wanted a warm shower? eijiro started it at the perfect temperature.

honestly, what would you do without your wonderful, loving roommates?

but the sweet routine didn't last past the bedroom door. the second you stepped into the room in that towel, the lingering tension snapped.

"fuckin' missed you so much it hurts." katsuki mumbled against your inner thigh, pinning your legs back to finally bury his face between your thighs, eating you out with a desperate hunger.

eijiro was hovered over your side, marking up your neck with dark bruises. his fingers were squeezing your tits tightly, rolling your nipples as your back arched off the bed.

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.

kirishima was in heaven.

with crimson eyes wide as cartoon hearts, he watched you clumsily kneel to the ground in awe, grabby fingertips squeezing and pulling his heavy cock feverishly out of his grey sweatpants.

“it’s all yours baby,” he’s cooing, stomach tensing as you place him to your lips, the breath he didn’t realize he’s been holding in puffing out of his gaped lips, “been thinking about you allll day long.”

“yeah? missed you too eiji.” it’s difficult to focus on the way he’s already falling apart just from your grasp alone, the squishy tip heated to the touch as you place a delicate kiss against it, feeling his veiny shaft jolt in excitement between your palm.

wrapping your mouth around him, two hands struggle to grip at the base of his girthy cock, cunt dampening when you hear kirishima moan your name, his gritty voice laced in sex.

bf!nanami is a man of physical habit, when you two are winding down on the couch after his long shift—his heavy, warm hand naturally finds a home on your thigh. the first time it happens, he’s just reading the paper, but he feels the immediate, rigid tension in your muscles.

he casually glances over, assuming you’re just caught off guard or feeling a bit shy. "are you cold?" he asks, his deep voice slicing through the quiet room. when you quickly shake your head, he simply pats your knee and shrugs it off, returning to his reading, though his observant mind notes the slight tremor in your frame.

bf!nanami who starts getting genuinely suspicious after the third or fourth time. it doesn't matter if his touch is a passive weight or a gentle, absentminded caress through your sweatpants—your breath hitches every single time. he notices the way your toes curl, the subtle shiver that runs up your spine, and the way you try to casually shift away from his reach.

nanami is nothing if not analytical; he knows compliance versus involuntary reaction, and you are definitely hiding something. he begins to purposely linger his touch, tracing the seam of your pants just to watch your eyelashes flutter and your lips part in a silent gasp.

bf!nanami decides to test his hypothesis on a rainy saturday afternoon. you're both cuddled up, your guard completely down as you watch a movie. without a word or a shift in his stoic expression, his large hand slides up your inner thigh and delivers a sudden, firm squeeze.

bf!nanami watches you gasp, a high, completely involuntary sound escaping your throat—a sharp, needy little squeak that cuts off the moment you realize what you've done. "oh? and what exactly was that noise for?" your hands fly to grip his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but he doesn't let go.

instead, a slow, incredibly rare, and distinctly smug smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. he looks down at you through his glasses, thoroughly amused by your bright red face. "i don't recall the movie being quite that exciting," he drawls, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh.

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nerd!rafe had a hung smile. y’know that smile guys have when you know it’s big. real sultry n’ wide that had you wondering if anything else was wide down low, if you’re pickin’ up what i’m puttin’ down. 

yeah, that was rafe. the handsome nerd in your physics class who you’ve wanted since the first day of classes. laughing at one of his buddy's jokes with that dimpled grin, and smile lines that only added to his charm. 

& a woman’s intuition is never wrong, so when you finally got him in your bed, you were pleased to see you were 100% correct . . . 

“w–what’s wrong?” he stammered, noticing your eyes were glued onto his cock. “you don’t like it? i–i’ll see what i can do, jus’ don’t look at it for too long.” 

“no, it’s pretty,” you finally looked up at him, stopping his rambling. pretty was honestly an understatement; his dick was unreal. 

it was tanned with a prominent vein that ran along the underside of his cock. his tip was mushroom-like, and you were surprised that those actually existed in real life. it was also quite flushed as he grew needier, a pearl of pre jus’ nearly dribbling down his length. both wide n’ heavy, the thickness literally weighing his cock down. 

“it won’t be too much for you, will it?” he questions, mindlessly dragging his leaky tip between your folds, his heart hammering against his chest as he begins coating himself in your sticky slick. 

he already ate you out moments before to prepare you. lapping up your juices for what felt like hours, remnants of your arousal glistened on his lips. he nods when you tell him, “it’s okay, i can take it, rafey . . .”

it felt like rafe was in your throat. by no means was he rough; he was just soooo big that you felt him at your deepest spots with the smallest roll of his hips. he wasn’t even going fast, nervously looking up at each clench, sharp breath, or shiver, making sure you were enjoying it. 

“am i good?” he’d ask with a whine. if you were sane enough, you’d scoff. was he good? good wasn’t nearly enough to describe how perfect he was. the way he filled you, hitting your sweet spot in a way that had you pulsing and expelling your essence around him in creamy rivulets. 

“ ‘s big, rafey,” you managed between moans. all he could do was offer you an apologetic look while your tummy bulged with each thrust. 

his mind and body would go on autopilot, forcing himself to drive deeper into your heat when he saw that dazed expression on your face . . . 

well, it’s safe to say rafe cameron took you thru there, but you certainly weren’t done with him just yet. maybe next time you’ll cockwarm him & see what that’s giving!

xo, blissedbunni