From "I Like You" To "I Love You"

From "I like you" to "I love you"

—when you get left on read

IM DYING THE ACCURACY?!?! Honestly my favorite part is the idea that Arm follows horoscopes

Can't get over this man's beauty.

fem!reader. 18+ MDNI

Thinking about husband!Bakugou, who loves nothing more than having you in a mating press every single morning before he leaves for work.

Every inch of your skin is drenched in sweat by the time dawn seeps through the parted curtains of your bedroom window; the effort he puts into fucking you trickling down his temples and making the spikes of his ash blonde hair damp and droopy in that enticing way only he can pull off.

Nothing but quiet, sleepy gasps and hushed moans are exchanged between your panting mouths as he keeps kissing you. He's tracing his warm tongue across the roof of your mouth and over the flatness of your front teeth as he holds himself steady above you, broad, scar-riddled shoulders flexing before he dips in and sucks your tongue inside his mouth to make your saliva mix together.

He's slamming home every single time he pulls his hips back and rams them straight back into yours - movements now more animal than human after twenty minutes of raw screwing - and the friction gives him this wild look in his eye you only get to see when he's vulnerable like this. It's the one that makes the red in his already fierce irises even more vicious, and that tells you just how intensely he cares for you without ever uttering a word about it.

And it hurts when he gets it. All of it hurts, from how deeply he starts to crawl and sink himself inside you because of it, but you take it like a champ; you always do. Even if you cry and whine about it like a little cat in heat that needs to get taken care of. Even if you start to squirm underneath that massive, vigorous frame of his.

You're worried that he might be annoyed from how much you're moving around, trying to squeeze your legs back together and to push him out so that you can fucking breathe, but it's all for nothing.

After all, your softness doesn't bother your brute of a husband at all. He just licks your tears away, kisses your sticky cheeks that have a tang of salt to them from the tears you keep spilling that make the pillow underneath your head wet, before he bottoms out yet again and just holds himself there; making you endure his hard cock that is outright throbbing inside your belly now.

He's dazed because of your soft cunt; outright delirious as you start to tighten and gush all over him for the third time ever since his alarm clock woke you both up. He's never felt more like a man - chest puffing with twisted pride - as he watches you tip your head back into that goddamn pillow and just sob his name out with quivering lips again and again.

It's a struggle to go to work after all of that. Your pussy is so wet for him, he can hear it. The squelching noises are so obscene that they make his mind go fucking hazy with lust and adoration. You just can't stop sucking him in, despite crying about it.

So, you surely need more, right? Need him to go even deeper and fill you up, so that you're all warm and sticky with his cum. I mean, what kind of husband would he be if he didn't give the missus what she's silently begging him for?

"Shh, shh, shh, baby. Jus' one more and then we're done, yeah?"

Perhaps he'll take the day off today. Lie about that 'one more' and spoil you rotten, instead.

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