AAAHHH My Dear @nkogneatho Inspired Me A LOT With This Sexy Post!! I Had To Share My Thoughts!! Thank

AAAHHH my dear @nkogneatho inspired me A LOT with this sexy post!! I had to share my thoughts!! Thank you so much for the sexy idea, Pasi!! ♥️♥️

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 400 Warnings: 18+, smut, consensual somnophilia, poly, Sukuna takes over Yuuji's body (consensual), light spanking, masturbation, creampie. Reader gets fucked by Sukuna and later on by Yuuji while Sukuna watches. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact.

Imagine sweet Yuuji being completely tired after a long day, and he is like,

"Hey, I have to get some sleep, but you two can have some fun. Sukuna, promise me to take good care of our girl, ok?"

And Kuna DOES take good care of you! Uses Yuuji's body to fuck your brains out. A bit rougher than Yuuji would do it, with lots of teasing comments and meaner thrusts. Your face is pressed into the pillow, your ass in the air, stinging a bit from the occasional slaps Sukuna gives it, your pussy twitching needily around Sukuna's cock as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you.

And once Sukuna has fucked you to sleep, a now-rested Yuuji comes back to hold you in his strong arms and cuddle you in your sleep, giving you all the love and aftercare you deserve. Until he gets horny from your naked body pressing against him.

Your wet pussy rubs against his thigh, leaking your cream and his warm seed onto his skin, driving him insane with need! Yuuji can't hold back and takes you too, sinking his fat cock into your already stretched-out pussy while spooning you. Moaning when he feels his own cum deep in you, where Kuna fucked it into you earlier.

"Fuck, baby, gonna give you more on top."

Yuuji holds you tight, playing with your tits and kissing your neck, snapping his hips almost desperately to fuck his cock deep into you while you are asleep. God, he loves you for allowing him and Sukuna to fuck you like that anytime they want!

Sukuna's lazy, tired voice is in Yuuji's head, giving him tips while Kuna is sprawled on his throne in his domain, slowly stroking his cock as he watches his two brats,

"Hmm yeah, do that again. She likes it right there. Make her cum in her sleep."

You wake up a while later, moaning from the intense orgasm you just had and thought was a dream, only to realize you are really getting railed from behind. This time by Yuuji, and you are stuffed with his orgasming cock, which is drenching your pussy with a fresh load of his cum.

Yuuji's cute mewls get joined by a growl, and you realize that Sukuna let a mouth appear on Yuuji's cheek, just to bless you with one of his sexy low groans, letting you know that he just came too to the sight of Yuuji fucking you.

THEY ARE MY BIGGEST WEAKNESS!! I LOVE POLY WITH YUUJI AND SUKUNA SO MUCH AAAHHH!! I hope you enjoyed it too! Thank you so much to my sweet Pasi for blessing me with this brainrot ♥️

Comments and reblogs would be sweet!

pornstar!satoru who knows there are a million eyes on him, he’s seen his view counts—the whole world has seen his form. He’s cocky, loves knowing just how many people have gotten off to the sight of him.

pornstar!satoru who, despite his infamous confidence, gets nervous when you walk on set and offer him your camera-ready smile. You’re such a pretty thing, the dictionary’s definition of perfect.

pornstar!satoru who can’t help but excuse himself before the shoot, so he can was his face and sate his nerves. Locks himself away in a bathroom just to pull his phone out and google your name—and god does he like what he sees.

pornstar!satoru who is minutes away from having to be balls deep inside of you and can’t help himself from touching himself in the bathroom. scrolling endlessly on his phone, pictures of you in different positions, different little outfits, looking fucking perfect in each one.

pornstar!satoru who cums harder than he has in months, in a porn set bathroom, just to the fantasy of his hand being yours. he feels like a sex-driven teen again, hands clammy as he washes them clean from the receipt of his desperation.

pornstar!satoru who is hard again the second he steps out to find you already naked on the scene bed. your skin looks satin soft against those sheets, eyes soft and lips softer as you watch him stalk over to you. consent checks and camera placement talk goes through one ear and out the other, he can’t get his eyes off you.

pornstar!satoru who forgets he’s a pornstar the moment his hands touch that sweet body of yours. he’s completely fumbling the scene laid out, the scripted dirty talk is forgotten the second his lips open. the only reason cameras aren’t cut is because the filth that leaves his mouth instead is more pornographic than the scene at hand.

pornstar!satoru who presses you down into the mattress in a mean mating press when he’s supposed to have you face down ass up. who would he be to deny himself a long look into those pretty eyes of yours? no way is he losing this opportunity for a paycheck he doesn’t really need.

pornstar!satoru who loses his curated pornstar persona the minute he bottoms out inside of you. his usual moans and groans are replaced with desperate whines of real pleasure. this is sex, he’s a mess of need and want and sweat and god do you look good stuffed full of his cock. he can tell you’re feeling it too, that something else, that electric eroticism that gets lost when you fuck for a living.

pornstar!satoru who can’t stop wondering what you’d look like pinned down in his own bed, away from the harsh light and prying eyes of the production crew. who has such a visceral feeling of dread knowing how many people are going to see you like this, fucked out and cockdrunk by his doing. it’s possession, a need to keep you to himself, sequester you away for his eyes only.

pornstar!satoru who cums ropes way too quickly. he’s usually good at holding his orgasm at bay for long enough to make a porno, but your pussy clenched around his cock was too much, your nails in the corded muscle of his biceps, your lips against his, your body in his fucking vicinity? he can’t help it.

pornstar!satoru who, after filming, invites you back to his for a drink or three, and gets swiftly rejected when you bat your pretty lashes at him and mention your boyfriend waiting for you at home.

pt 2!

warnings: dub con ? (cursed speech), nsfw 🔞, virgin inumaki and reader, (inumaki is aged up to 19)

boyfriend!inumaki who accidentally groans ‘fuck’ as you guys makeout and before he can stop you, you’re already pulling his cock out of his boxers, slipping your loose shorts and panties to the side and sitting on it till the hilt before you snap out of your daze.

your eyes drop to examine your connection, and even though you seemed to have initiated it, you’re still taken aback by the sight. his cursed speech had never been used against you before and honestly it kind of scares you how powerful it is.

“y—you’re inside me—” you gasp out, shock and terror in your expression and tone. his hands fly to dig his fingers into your hips to keep you from moving as he grunts.

your eyes widen in tandem with his and you stare at each other with embarrassment and surprise. he then comically pulls out his phone with shaky hands and shows you a note saying ‘i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to’

whether you like it or not, inumaki has now taken your virginity and you’ve taken his. you had barely started getting comfortable enough to dry hump with him and now you can feel his leaking tip kissing your cervix. you’re quite lucky you had grown sufficiently wet making out before this because it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

“i—it’s okay,” you mumble briefly, aware that it’s not really his fault. you try to pull away from his pulsing cock with a flushed face but it feels as if an invisible barrier is holding you in place. honestly, you should just be thankful your body isn’t compelling you to bounce on him, despite his command of ‘fuck.’ you assume it’s because you’re a virgin, and your inexperience is somehow working in your favor, even though you obviously know what fucking entails.

“i- i can’t get off,” you whine in panic, gripping his shoulders like a vice as his lidded gaze flickers from your face, down at where he’s buried inside of your warm chasm with a wince.

panic rises to impossible heights as you hear someone walking in the hall past your room, likely another student. because you guys were only making out before, you had left the door to your room cracked open, your naive selves thinking it was quite risky and hot to do so. but now that his dick is inside of you, the hot risk has turned into a terrifying risk. yes, it’d be embarrassing and shameful if one of your peers walked in but god forbid a teacher did, you’d both probably be suspended or worse.

“t-toge, the door!” you whine at him, shakily and panicked. he seems just as scared because his wide gaze flickers at the door before gulping.

inumaki sets his phone down to the side and returns his shaky hands to grip your hips. he pulls desperately, attempting to help you get off but it’s like his strength has disappeared with his cock into your pussy because he can’t summon any power to pull you off for the life of him.

“get off,” he commands shakily, trying to help but instead, it does the opposite. your body feels as though its a doll with strings tied to it because now it chooses to use two fingers to start swiping harshly against your clit in that familiar way you do all alone. it seems his command was perceived as making yourself cum rather than getting off of his lap.

you immediately gasp in forced pleasure, forcing him to let out a groan as your pussy flutters around him. to play with your clit in front of your boyfriend of only a few weeks is terribly embarrassing and quite awkward for you but to toge? this is just about the hottest thing he’s ever seen. he can’t help but gawk and study the way you’re pleasuring your little bud, jumping at the opportunity to learn what you like. you know it’s not his fault but you can’t help but use your other hand to slap against his chest with irritation as your other refuses to relent.

“q- quit it!” you plead with panic, eerily aware of his gaze on your vulnerable clit.

“s-stop touching yourself,” he hesitantly commands at your request, making you deeply sigh in relief as your hands fly to grip his shoulders instead, leaving your poor clit alone. you don’t miss the way his cock twitches inside of you as he says those words, as if he’s aroused at the idea that he can force you to touch yourself or to stop whenever he likes.

honestly, his mind is reeling. he’s been desperately attempting to hold back filling your pussy with cum since you forced him in, he wouldn’t be able to think of a command to get you off of him efficiently right now even if he tried.

he does feel bad knowing it likely hurt you to take his seven inches in all at once, he and yuta often talk about the importance of foreplay for women, both desperately not wanting to be one of those guys who seem to be incapable of pleasing a woman. he also knows you’re anxious about the door as well, but he can’t help but feel giddy that he’s actually feeling your insides. after all, he’s the definition of a stereotypical nerdy virgin, desperate for any kind of stimulation from his sexy girlfriend. he’s never seen this expression on you before or any real woman, you look so shamefully aroused.

he’s fantasized about this moment for years, since you had become friends. though, he did imagine it to happen a bit differently, something with him eating you out until you’re nice and gushy and then easing his way inside before fucking you as long as he possibly could— but he’ll take what he can get.

“the door, the door,” you babble, redirecting his attention. you’re aware that he’s hesitant to give you another command, likely worried he might make things worse again like he did earlier when he accidentally made you touch yourself so the door takes priority over anything else. he nods at you with a gulp in preparation.

he then wraps his arms around your thighs and stands, making you both groan as the new position pushes his cock in even deeper. you take deep, shaky breaths in attempt to cope as he bites back the instinct to just start fucking you with hopeless abandon.

“g-go, toge, go.” you urge him, unintentionally moaning it out, making him clench his eyes shut briefly to focus before walking to the door and shutting it quickly. every step is like you’re being impaled, agonizingly euphorically.

you both breathe out in relief as he locks the door, but that relief is short lived because the next thing you know, he’s gently lying you on your back on the carpeted floor of your room as he places himself between your legs.

“o-kay—mhm— out, toge,” you breathe out, reminding him to pull out.

a long few moments of an unmoving toge deep inside of you with his head tilted down, eyes glued to where you’re connected makes your brows twitch in confusion. you almost believe he’s not going to pull out because of his pause.

little do you know, toge is at war with himself. part of him wants so badly to just say fuck it and fuck the idea of stopping right out of you, it’d be so easy. but the other, more logical part wants to take your feelings into consideration, aware that this is probably not how you wanted your first time together to be.

“t-toge?” you ask, tilting your head to the side a bit in attempt to see his face.

he seems to choose your feelings over his own at the sound of your shaky voice because he begins to slowly pull out, making you both moan together as you grip his shirt harshly.

when he finally withdraws from your weeping chasm, you get your first clear view of his pretty, blushing dick while he takes in the beautiful sight of your pussy. neither of you can help but stare. his leaking, glistening seven inches bobs just above your pussy and makes you bite your lip with a slow exhale.

“t-that was inside me?” you mutter in disbelief, his cock is just huge. part of you assumed he’d be on the smaller side, mostly because he literally calls you his omega and jokes that he howls at the moon but you couldn’t be more wrong.

he groans with clenched eyes, your praising words doing anything but assisting his self control. he pushes to lie on his back beside you, taking a large amount of effort to force himself off of you.

but before you can even sigh in relief at the feeling of no longer being stuffed to the brim, your body seems to act on its own once again. as he starts to slip his cock back into his pants, your body flies to straddle him and slip him fully inside again. it’s as if since the command hasn’t been called off or combatted with another, your body isnt able to stop until it is.

you whimper in a pathetic broken whine as you try to cope. but that’s nothing compared to what inumaki is feeling as your walls hug onto him, practically begging him to breed you.

he hisses and grips your hips again, unable to stop himself from bucking up into you in a singular harsh thrust, pulling a ‘ah!’ from your pretty lips.

“d-don’t do that!” you plead, whining. your adorable tone is absolutely not helping in toge’s attempt at forcing away the impending doom of cumming with scarce amounts of stimulation.

if he could talk without potentially hurting you, he’d repeat that he’s sorry like a broken record.

“fuck— we need to think of something,” you quickly breathe, attempting desperately to ignore the obvious as you rake your brain for ideas.

toge simply nods frantically, licking his lips as he eyes your pussy. he can’t think of anything but the blissful sight of your cute little clit twitching in distress.

“tell me to— ngh—” and before you can even complete your messy thought, he abruptly hisses harshly and loudly as if in a panic.

“move! move!” he groans at you in desperate warning of his imminent orgasm, nails digging into your hips as his begin to sporadically thrust up into you like he can’t control it. it feels as though he’s the one under compulsion because his hips just won’t stop humping up into you. it’s really not his fault, he tried to hold it back for as long as he could.

and unfortunately, ‘move’ does make you move— but not in the way he intended. you begin to grind your hips down on his jolting ones, unintentionally milking his cock of all of the cum he’s offering your pussy.

“are you—! cumming right now?” you gasp at the euphoric feeling of warmth shooting deep inside as his hard member bullies through your sensitive walls frantically.

you may as well be speaking to the wall because even though he hears you, the intensity of his high is just too euphoric to focus on your words. he’s not sure he would even choose to if he could because it’s just so embarrassing.

the sight of you fucking down on him as he desperately fucks up into you is anything but sexy, though inumaki would disagree. you both look like desperate, pathetic virgins who have no idea how to fuck, thrusts not lining up at all but still somehow working to help him ride his high.

“hahh— fuck! so good, you’re so good,” he babbles in such a pathetic tone that makes you moan back loudly with hands fisting his shirt. you really wish you didn’t have to, but you slap a hand over his mouth to silence him and prevent him from making things worse. while you can’t blame him for struggling to control his words at a time like this, the rare sound of your boyfriends sexy voice speaking normal words only brings you crashing down to your own climax

finding a solution is no longer on your minds; the intensity of real life sex is overwhelming. you anticipated it would be intense, but this feels beyond anything you could have imagined.

he groans beneath your palm, his brows pinched as his high slowly subsides, yet his ruts up into you remain relentless.

“i’m! i’m— i think— it’s—!” you stutter, hands flying to grip his hands on your hips, attempting to communicate that you’re right on the edge of your own orgasm. you don’t even need to say it, inumaki understands what you mean just from the way your grinding turns into a harsh bounce.

desperate to make you cum after embarrassing himself so badly, he uses two fingers to rub against your clit with zero technique and strategy. he’s trying to copy your moves earlier but he’s failing terribly, maybe he’d be able to do this efficiently if you weren’t bouncing frantically on his overstimulated cock.

it soon becomes clear that his inexperienced circles against your clit only work to rile you up more after a few minutes, seemingly making your orgasm stray away instead of pulling it closer.

you whine in frustration and he panics, eager to return the pleasure you gave him. despite the fact that you’re abusing his sensitive cock after he just came, his only concern is that he’s fortunately still hard enough for you to eventually find your release.

“p-please— wanna cum too!” you whimper, leaning down to lay a messy kiss against his lips, making his brows twitch in sympathy. the second an idea graces his mind, he halts his movements against your clit and instead tightens his hold on your hips to help you bounce. it’s impossible to hold back pathetic whines as he takes control of your moves.

“cum hard for me,” he coos, commanding you with urgency. and like clockwork, your vision blurs, your orgasm crashing down on you so hard that your back arches and you scream out his name for all of the dorms to hear just how good inumaki seems to be treating you.

“t-thank you— thank you— thank you—” you babble like an idiot, but he thinks you sound like a fucking angel.

he just about cums again at the sight of your twitching, jolting body mixed with the feeling of your pussy clenching on him harder than ever. though he’s a bit hurt he wasn’t able to make you cum without his cursed speech, he’s mostly just glad he was able to make you cum at all considering the situation at hand. he thinks it’s the least he could do for you.

after a few moments of your pussy squeezing him like a vice, it begins to clench in a pattern of sorts, like it’s your bodies built in way of assuring his cum will penetrate your uterus. he wants so badly to ask why that’s happening but he’ll have to wait to look it up later because the idea of typing that out makes his cheeks burn.

then, you collapse onto his body, slowly softening cock still snug inside of you as you gasp for air. he rubs your back soothingly as you tuck your head in his shoulder, basking in the afterglow together.

his phone must have landed near you because you hear him typing, making you sit up lazily to check.

he presents his phone to you with a blush, ‘i know that wasn’t ideal but that was really good for me. thank you and i’m sorry.”

and you can’t help but laugh, though you’re just as embarrassed, face burning as harshly as his is.

“it—it’s okay, you’re lucky i’m on birth control,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his torso with relaxed closed eyes, more than unbothered that his soft dick is still nestled inside. it feels like you’re hugging him down there and up here, only adding to the intimacy.

“and it was good for me too,” you whisper seductively before nibbling on his neck.

you giggle when you hear him sigh deeply in relief and wrap his arms around you.

“you came awfully fast, toge,” you suddenly tease, making his face grimace in shame before he groans.

he wishes he could tease you back but he settles with pinching your waist playfully, causing you to squeak and jolt, making your hips jerk down on his sensitive cock. before you can even pray that he doesn’t react with an another command—

“f-fuck!”

landlord sukuna who fucks you every week as payment. sometimes, you'll cum too hard and he'll claim it didn't count because "you enjoyed it too much"

trying to play footsies with bakugo but he doesn’t get what you’re doing so he just kicks you back really hard

college roommate fwb bakugo x fem!reader 18+

“Are you guys dating or something?”

You would sooner reply with ‘or something’ than deny, but the rational part of your mind always interfered. Katsuki had asked you long ago to keep your little... relationship secret, arguing that it would only fuel your friend's teasing and gain the public's unwanted attention. These were all fair reasons, so you found yourself agreeing without a second thought.

Once you get rid of the metaphorical cotton in your mouth, you reply, “No, we're just friends.”

But ‘friends’ don't bend you over their desk, the kitchen counter, or the bathroom sink. They don't plow into you like they've been dying to feel your soaking cunt wrapped around their dick all this time. And they most definitely don't whisper sweet nothings in your ear while their hands roam your curves, the ones they've memorized like the back of their hand.

Friends don't use each other's bodies like you and Katsuki do. Roommates don't spend the night in each other's rooms, bare and entangled to the point where you aren't sure where he ended and you began. At first, it was just a means to destress from all your college workload; no kissing, just pure, impersonal sex, usually from the back and happening as quickly as possible. You guys were trying to blow some steam, not catch feelings.

But things have definitely changed over the year and you weren't sure how to feel about this arrangement anymore. You were lying on the couch one day, aimlessly scrolling through your phone when the door to his room slammed open — a daily occurrence, given the spiky-haired man's flickering temper.

What you didn't expect is having him stomp over to plop on top of you, burying his face in your chest while his arms snuck around your waist. He's gotten more physically affectionate since you first started living with him, but it never failed to surprise you whenever he'd seek comfort in your presence. You had an inkling you'd never get used to it, not when your traitorous heart thumped so aggressively in its confines that you were afraid he might be able to hear it.

“Did something happen?” you mumble, feigning nonchalance as you continue scrolling on your phone, much to his dismay.

“No,” Katsuki replies gruffly, nuzzling further into your plush chest.

To that, you quirk a brow and tilt your phone to the side, eyes settling on his carmine ones that were already studying you. Struggling to fight the blush creeping on your cheeks, you inquire once more, “Did Kiri beat your ass in Mortal Kombat again?”

The blond pushes himself up, staring at you with newfound anger at the mention of his friend, “That bastard has to be cheating! I swear, I press every button as fast as I can and he still wins. It's insane.”

A giggle slips past your lips before you can stop it. “Or he's just got faster fingers. Don't beat yourself up too much, 'Suki. It's just a game.”

He doesn't seem to appreciate that response, because he drops his full weight on you out of nowhere, huffing while essentially squeezing the life out of your poor body. You squeak and smack his broad shoulders to push him away, phone falling to the ground in the process.

“Katsuki! You're heavy!”

“Kiri has got faster fingers, huh?”

“Well, he beat you, didn't he?”

“That doesn't mean anything.”

“It does, though!”

You writhe helplessly beneath him and laugh at the stupidity of the situation. Is he seriously mad that you said Kiri had faster fingers? He didn't usually get jealous, so you couldn't understand why exactly it bothered him so much. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy seeing him like this, teasing you with that ridiculous grin on that extremely kissable face of his. It was kind of endearing and also annoying at the same time and it vexed you beyond belief.

“Get off me, you fiend!” you say between giggles before one of his hands reaches up to squeeze your cheeks, pushing your lips out which instantly shushes you.

“Say my fingers are the best and I'll get off.” His offer was doable, however, you had the bad habit of not listening to get a reaction out of him. You wouldn't call yourself a brat, but...

You go limp under him, chest heaving from the exertion of trying to push that beast of a man off. “They're average at best,” you say, the words coming out muffled from the strong grip he had on your cheeks that kept you from smirking.

“Liar,” he huffs, voice dropping as he leans down and stares intently at your puffy lips, still sticking out from his grasp. Forcing the admission out of you by sealing them with his plump, eager ones.

It's sloppy, given that you can't quite move, but he works through it. His tongue tangles with yours quickly after it sneaks into your mouth, swallowing your little noises of protest. You didn't mind his kisses, you could never, — in fact, you've begun to crave at least one a day — but you did mind his insanely muscular body crushing you.

You try pulling back, only to have his mouth follow yours ardently, melding to its shape. The simple action makes you dizzy, messily returning your tongue to his while cupping the back of his head, fingers brushing over the trimmed tufts of hair on his nape. Katsuki is anything but gentle when it comes to making out, mostly because it's his way of showing how much you truly mean to him. Words fail him any other time, but not when the two of you make love or lock lips. It's something akin to a raw, unfiltered yearning that has your mind reeling, wondering if this is how all friends with benefits act. You know it's not.

“C'mon,” he groans into your mouth, shifting so as to not hurt you, “Stroke my ego a little.”

A breathless giggle fans over his lips and he fights the genuine smile that pulls at them, offering a rather awkward one instead. “Isn't it big enough already?”

Katsuki smirks, his nose nudging yours while raising a brow. “I don't know, you tell me.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, settling on just pushing his shoulders a little harder than before. “Pervert. Fine, your fingers are the best. Happy?”

He gazes at you for a while, drinking in your features. Staring at you is one of the things that makes you feel flustered the most and he knows it, which is why he often uses it to his advantage. Although truthfully, it's simply become a force of habit now to admire your features.

“What about my dick?” he plays the intense eye contact off with a joke, blatantly ignoring his racing heart.

“Oh my god, Katsuki, really?”

“Well?”

“I'm not answering that!” You successfully shove him off, sitting up while he catches himself on the opposing armrest and chuckles. God, he sounds so good when he laughs, you want to punch him.

Huffing, you pick your phone up from where it had been discarded on the ground before stomping away. You don't get far, his hands snaking around your waist to pull you onto his lap in a feeble, yet successful, attempt to prevent you from retreating to your room. The realization that you didn't fight it because you wanted to spend more time with him makes your stomach feel fuzzy; his bad jokes, gruff behavior, and all simply draw you in further. It makes you rethink your whole friends-with-benefits arrangement, chewing thoughtfully on your lower lip.

“Hey, stop that,” Katsuki says sternly, aware of your lip-biting habit, “Stop thinking.”

Begrudgingly, you glance sideways at him, a small pout on your lips that he can't resist kissing away. His toughened palm finds your cheek, cupping the soft skin lightly and tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. The position is less than ideal, but you try your best to kiss him back, although it's more or less sloppy. He likes it best when it's messy, like you're reaching for his lips out of pure desperation and it's the hottest thing he's ever seen. He opens his eyes midway through, observing the face you make when you think no one's watching you. When you're being kissed senseless.

You claw at his bicep, unable to stay twisted that way any longer without the raging back pain following your early adulthood. He has the audacity to laugh against your lips, then leans back and places his arms casually on the backrest of the couch while you move to straddle his lap.

“Want a massage, nerd?” the blond teases and you bite at the side of his neck to shut him up, a low hiss escaping his throat from the unexpected, yet welcome, pleasure.

Trailing open-mouthed kisses up his neck and onto his jaw, you huff. “As if you're faring any better.”

His bold hands have no problem slipping under your shirt after so much teasing, pawing at the mounds of your chest. “Unlike you, I go to the gym. Sorry, sweets, but I'm in prime condition.”

“Don't call me that,” you find the sweet spot that has him immediately groaning, abusing it with your teeth until you feel his hips involuntarily buck up into yours, drawing a grin from your lips.

He had no idea how he managed to make you straddle his lap and kiss him into oblivion, but he wasn't complaining. If anything, he was very thankful for it, wanting nothing more than to destress after his little ‘fight’ with Kirishima.

“Why? You like ‘doll’ better?” you suck harder, a purple mark forming on his skin that eggs you on. “Baby?” that one pet name has your breath hitching, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

“Guessed it on the second try,” he gloats and you just bite him harder, earning a growl out of the overly confident man.

His fingers fall to your hips, digging into the exposed sliver of skin between your shirt and pants as he guides your movements in rhythm with his.

“So? Anyone caught your eye?” you inquire while leaning back, rolling your hips just perfectly to make him see stars for a brief moment before your question finally reaches his ears.

A quirked brow creases his forehead as his half-lidded eyes scan you, an undecipherable expression on his face that you wish you could've read. His movements don't falter, though, and neither do yours. It's much easier to talk while drunk on each other, after all.

“Why are you asking?”

“Just curious.”

“‘Just curious’, my ass. Out with it.” A hard smack is delivered to your rear and you flinch from the impact, moaning a little too loudly for your liking.

But you don't press on, choosing to grind against him faster, to make him forget about that seemingly out-of-nowhere question. He grunts and throws his head back and much to your dismay, completely stops your movements with the same hands that guided you just seconds earlier. You curse under your breath. He never stopped you quite like this before and you scold yourself for asking something so dumb in the first place, knowing it probably bothered him now.

“Tell me, Y/N,” the use of your name is scarce, so you know it must've really riled him up.

Before you can nip your bottom lip again, he cups your jaw and drags it away from your teeth with his thumb, your heart fluttering at his thoughtfulness. Fuck, your heart fluttered.

“I...” you gather your words with a deep inhale, “I think we should stop this.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“Kissing. Fucking. I don't want to do it anymore.”

“You had no problem with it just a few seconds ago,” there's an undeniable shakiness to his voice when he leans his forehead against yours, heaving a small sigh, “What's wrong?”

“I can't...” you weigh your words carefully, heart hammering in your ribs. It's now or never. What you say next will ruin your friendship no matter what. But you let it out like a prayer, whispered into the silence of your shared apartment, in the intimacy of your proximity, “I can't stop myself from falling in love with you.”

It's quiet. It's so quiet you can hear your every breath, every thump of your rhythmically beating heart, every creak of furniture adjusting somewhere that seems so far away now. Because his hold on your hips falters and you flinch, prepared for the worst rejection of your life. Because a shaky exhale slips past his lips and his hands force you to face him head-on — ruby eyes communicating what a thousand words couldn't.

But his lips seal the deal. Unlike any other time you've kissed, he molds his lips to yours slowly, gently, as if afraid you'd disappear if he gets any rougher. And it's like he's been waiting for much longer than you could comprehend to hear you say those words from the passion he pours into the kiss alone, amplified by his hands mapping the wings of your back as if you're an angel and you don't get it, you don't understand why he's pulling you in, not pushing you away—

“Thought you'd get it by now,” he licks your swollen bottom lip, “I love you, dumbass.”

Oh.

© chocogoldie 2024.

a/n: very short thing i came up with today that is probably all over the place! (i'm sorry) will start working on those requests as soon as i get some more free time 🫡 not edited nor proofread

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