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bakugou x reader

summary - life as kirishima's roommate is good. like, 90% of the time. smut hurt comfort, it's valentines day. this is a repost of my first fic ever. soft kiribaku poly ending. praise, degredation, choking manhandling rough sex aftercare. daddy kink, slut/aff.

Kirishima was a good roommate. That’s what you reminded yourself. He paid his rent on time, cleaned up after himself, and was polite and kind. Kirishima wasn’t the problem. You were working late, again, on your laptop trying to organize data on a spreadsheet in a way that told the right story. You glanced at the clock with a sigh. 8:14PM, on Valentines Day. Ugh. Your phone lit up.

Kirishima: working late again?

You: yeah

Kirishima: okay well I picked up your favorite tea for you when I went out this morning. It’s in the kitchen

Kirishima: they work you too hard :( it’s a holiday!!!

You: you are the sweetest

Kirishima: you can take a break every once and a while!!! Relax a little.

You sigh. It’s not like living with a sweet pro hero on the rise didn’t have its perks. You padded softly down the hallway in bare feet, now certain that the problem would be waiting for you in the kitchen. Your suspicions were confirmed when you found him, so comfortable he could have owned the place, tall and blonde, his smartphone almost comically small in his large hands. He grunts a greeting to you and you nod, determined to ignore him. He seems to have other ideas.

“Shouldn’t you ask me how my day was or something?” You go to the cabinet and answer with your back to him.

“That’s not information I was planning on collecting.” You glance over your shoulder. “Where’s Kirishima?” Bakugou snorts a laugh.

“Idiot got slimed at work today. He’s in the shower.” You nod slowly, opening the cabinet. There it is, your favorite lavender chamomile tea, at the center of the highest shelf, much closer to the ceiling than it is to the counter. Bakugou watches you struggle with an amused half smile. You start by rocking up onto the balls of your feet, doing a little jump to try and reach the box, unintentionally making a soft high pitched grunt as you exert yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, hard, and turn around, meeting his condescending smirk. He flashes you a pair of scarred palms, he wasn’t going to help you if you didn’t ask. You huff haughtily and drag over a stool. Bakugou watches you climb on it, tucking his phone in his pocket and staring at your ass as if this was the most entertaining show on television. You’re kneeling on the stool, and it’s rocking back and forth underneath you on the uneven kitchen tile when you turn around and glare at him. He gives you a guileless smile.

“Need something, princess?”

“No.” You say quickly and go back to trying to reach the box, aware of how the large t-shirt you were wearing would ride up when you stretched, exposing probably a little more of your upper thigh and tiny shorts than you wanted. Goddamnit. You were still, about an inch away from being able to reach the tea. Bakuogu loses patience now, coming up behind you and lifting you unceremoniously by the waist, letting you snatch the box of tea, and then setting you down so that you were sitting on the counter in front of him. Pain blooms on your ribs from the tightness of his grip. He was close, too close, uncomfortably close. You could count the freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose, close.

“Whaddya say?” He rumbles in a deep growl, hands moving down from your waist, lightly trailing your silhouette until they reached the bare skin of your thighs. Your mouth goes dry.

“Thank you.” You say quickly, a pink blush dusting your cheeks. He smirks.

“Not what I was lookin’ for.” You roll your eyes and he firmly catches your chin, holding your attention on him. “Try again,” He coos condescendingly.

“Bakugou let me down!” you whine, trying to wiggle out of his grip, pulling on his wrist, but he doesn’t release your face, his other hand pins your leg to the counter.

“Not till ya thank me properly.” You scowl at him.

“Thank you, Bakugou.” You say coldly. He shakes his head.

“I dunno how you’re not gettin’ this. Are ya stupid or somethin’?” You sigh angrily.

“What, what is it you want me to say, you sick fuck.” You think maybe he’ll get angry and release you but instead, he seems to find your annoyance comical. He lets go of your face with a chuckle. You push on his hard chest and he laughs harder, moving backward, letting you slide off the counter.

“Nothin’ like that.” He says when he’d composed himself, as you fill your teakettle with water, your back to him. “I was just thinkin’ since I did a heroic thing, you could say thank you Dynamight.” You set the kettle on the stove.

“Thank you, Dynamight.” You say quietly. “You’re a real dick, you know that?” He watches you light the stove.

“Heard that a few times.” He admits. “But that’s not what you think of me, is it?” You turn around.

“It is actually.”

“Hmmmm,” He rumbles thoughtfully. “Don’t think so.” You nod emphatically.

“Definitely.” He smirks.

“And what have I done,” he makes his way around the island so that he’s standing right in front of you, “To make you say such a nasty fuckin’ thing, huh?” You swallow nervously, but you plant your feet on the tile. This was your chance.

“You-you come over all the time,” you say quickly, “You’re always here, and whenever you do you rearrange all the things I have in the kitchen and I can’t find the things I need.” He nods.

“Didja consider that maybe you have your cabinets organized wrong?”

“No.” You say plaintively. “They’re my cabinets, and I liked the way they were before.”

“Didja consider how fucken cute you get when you’re all riled up like this?” You blink at him in shock. “It’s adorable. Come on.” He growls. “Stomp one of those pretty little feet.” Your hands ball into fists. “I can see why shitty hair likes you so much.” That makes you stop in your tracks and wince. You knew Kirishima had a kind of puppy dog crush on you, but you’d chosen to ignore it. “Yeah but he’s not really your type, though, is he?” You’re not sure when Bakugou got so close to you again. “Not that you make it easy on any of us,” he leans down to growl in your ear, delighting in the goosebumps that erupt on your neck. “Walkin’ round here in those tiny little shorts.” He lifts you again, gently by the waist this time, sitting you back on the counter so that you’re eye level with him. “Lookin’ so fucken good, all the time,” and then his mouth is buried in your neck, you gasp, you can’t help it, the blood rushes to your face, “Think if I removed the huge stick from your ass,” he breathes in your ear, “I’d be doin’ everyone a favor.” He pushes right against the counter and you can feel his tongue and teeth just above your collarbone.

“Ahh, I,” you get out and he groans.

“Don’t worry, princess.” he breathes in your ear and you moan, “I’m gonna turn off that overactive brain of yours for a little bit, huh?” And then his lips crash against yours, his huge warm hands roaming your back and then moving lower to squeeze your ass and your thighs. His tongue swipes your lips and you open your mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He laughs into your mouth and then pulls away. “Thought you didn’t like me?”

“I don’t.” You breathe, but it’s getting harder to believe as your face flushes and you reach for him, taking a fistful of his soft t-shirt and pulling him back to you, cupping his face in your hands. He squeezes your ass again, kneading it almost painfully, then one hand moves slowly, too slowly, between your legs, lifting up the hem of your oversized t-shirt, fingertips brushing the soft inside of your thighs. He doesn’t stop there, though hands ghosting the skin underneath your shirt until they reach your chest, finding your nipples easily, palming them through your soft bralette, and then pinching them hard enough so that you gasp into his open mouth. The sound of your own voice, already so debauched, already so high and soft, reminds you of what you’re doing, in your own kitchen, and you don’t even like Bakugou, do you? It’s getting harder to tell when he’s everywhere, pulling your body flush against his own, when you can feel his cock, hard through his grey sweatpants. You reach for the rational, for a moment of clarity.

“Ba-bakugou,” You stutter, and he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, where he was planting a rough open mouth kiss that you’re certain will bloom into a purple bruise.

“What?” He snaps, and you can’t remember what you were going to say, you can only stare into his eyes. He searches your face, eyes flicking from your swollen plush lips to your red cheeks. “No thinking.” He orders decisively, going back to your neck, flicking his soft velvety tongue over your sensitive skin, followed by a hard bite that makes you gasp again. “Quiet.” He growls. “Are ya that pent up,” he lifts his head again, “That you can’t even handle-” You kiss him, hungrily, desperately, maybe he was right, how long had it been, since you felt touched like this, since you felt wanted like this? Maybe that’s why you find yourself lifting his shirt over his head, and kissing him harder, running your hands over his muscled chest, littered with raised scars. You don’t even flinch when he pulls you down off the counter, reaching a hand between your legs, the other hooked around your waist. He shoves you up against the refrigerator as he circles your clit with one finger, delighting in how it makes you jump, and then arch your back, your eyes opening quickly and then closing slowly. “Look at me.” He says, it comes out hitched and desperate but you obey immediately and he watches your pupils dilate as you whimper, expertly wringing wave after wave of pleasure from you. Your soft, sweet hiccupping gasp when he slips a finger inside of you drives him insane,

“Oh,” you moan, eyes closing again, “Fuck, Bakugou”

“Did you really come in here and climb on that stool with no fuckin’ panties on? Dirty goddamn slut.” He spits the last word as he pumps in and out of you, scissoring his fingers a little. You don’t answer, you can’t, because he’s just pressed up against that fleshy spot inside of you, the one your fingers aren’t quite long enough to reach and he watches as you tremble, as your eyes become glossy and unfocused, your soft, wet lips part.

“Oh,” you gasp, “’m gonna cum.” He laughs harshly.

“You aren’t.” You blink up at him in surprise.

“Can’t help it!” You whine. “‘M gonna.”

“No.” He snarls. “You wanna be a good girl for me, right princess?” You nod emphatically, delirious from the pleasure.

“Yes, wanna be a good girl for you.” You get out. “Please, please let me cum, please I wanna,” you press your forehead to his chest and keep mumbling, and this display of submission awakens something feral inside of him, “Wanna so badly, ‘m so close-”

“Good girls cum on their daddy’s cocks.” He snarls at you and you look up at him sharply, for a moment he wonders if he pushed you too far but then your hands are fumbling with the drawstring on his sweatpants. “Easy, easy,” he says, and you whimper when he withdraws his hand from you, but he rips off your shorts and steps out of his pants almost as quickly. His hard cock springs loose from his dark green boxers, and it’s so pretty, long and thick, hooked upwards, you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it dripping with precum, the tip of it purple with need. He follows your gaze with a satisfied smirk. “Think you can take it all?” You look up at him, wide eyed.

“Yes, daddy, I want-” but that’s all you get out before he practically knocks the wind out of you lifting you back up on the counter and easing inside you, it takes every ounce of self-control he has, to wait until you stretch to accommodate him, groaning loudly at how soft and warm you are.

“So fuckin’ tight, princess,” He breathes.

“Oh, oh my god.” Your eyes widen as he starts to thrust inside of you, slowly at first and then picking up speed, “”m gonna,”

“Go ahead slut, come on,” he goads, “Cum all over my fucking cock,” You lean forward and dig your nails into his shoulder blades as your release overcomes you, white-hot pleasure ripping through the core of your body, before then, you’d been biting down on your moans, conscious of your roommate, of your neighbors. But you lose all control now, and you cry out his name like a prayer as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ve had in years. Bakugou groans loudly as you clench around him, feeling your inner walls flutter, “Good fucking girl,” he snarls, watching your eyes roll back in your head as you slump into his chest. You barely feel him move you, but as your vision clears you realize you’re standing on your tiptoes bent over the counter, legs trembling. He pounds into you and you cry out, reaching for something to brace yourself with, fumbling for the backsplash, the edge of the counter, anything. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your back into a harsh arch.

“Oh my god,” you get out, “Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Yeah,” you can feel his smirk, “Am I your fuckin’ god? Tell me how it feels.” He commands and you obey, babbling praise incoherently

“So so good, daddy,” you moan, “You feel so good, don’t stop, don’t stop please, I need it,” He pulls your hair back, lifting you off the counter as he fucks you harder, leaning down to growl in your ear.

“Who makes you feel this fucking good huh? Who is it, bitch?”

“You daddy,” you chant, feeling a second orgasm building inside of you, that coil in your stomach begins to tighten. He feels you clench around him.

“Gonna cum again, huh slut?” He slaps your ass hard. “Who’s pussy is this?” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Whose tight fucking pussy is this, tell me, and then cum for me.” He rakes his nails down your back with his free hand, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

“It’s yours, it’s yours please, daddy,” you cry out. He grunts loudly,

“Come on princess,” He says, “Cum for me.” Your orgasm wracks your body, and your cunt clenches around him, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK.” He snarls, exploding inside of you, releasing your hair. He fucks you gently through his own release, listening to your soft mewls, watching you shudder under his hands. He swears, the teakettle behind him starts to whistle and he whirls around and turns the stove off, reluctantly leaving your warmth. He only leaves you for a second, you’re trembling, so he scoops you up and cradles your body to his. You snuggle unconsciously into his chest and he deposits you on the couch, wrapping you in a soft throw blanket. He leaves you there, for only a minute, coming back with a steaming mug of tea that he sets gently on a coaster. “C’mere.” He grunts, lifting you and settling you on his lap. “Now sleep.” He orders, reaching for the remote and turning the TV on. You lean against his bare chest, and suddenly you’re so embarrassed you could die, did you just- in your own kitchen? You start to squirm away from him and he anchors you to his chest. “Where the fuck are you going?” He asks angrily.

“Back to my room. To work.” you mumble, your face hot. He shakes his head.

“Why?” He looks annoyed. “I’m comfortable.”

“Bakugou-” He grins.

“Thought we settled on a new title for me princess,” You flush deeper.

“I am not calling you that.”

“How about just when we have sex?” You look at him, shocked.

“W-we are not doing that again!” You protest. “I don’t, Bakugou I don’t even like you.” His smirk only widens.

“Seems like you like me just fine.” You sit up, straddling him on the couch.

“I don’t I don’t like you.” You cross your arms. “You’re a jerk, and a bully, and whatever you can do with,” you gesture to his crotch, “That, doesn’t change that-” he takes you by the wrist and yanks, pulling you back down onto his chest.

“Just shut up, and let’s watch some TV okay?” You look at him, struggling futilely against his arms. “You work too much. Kirishima is worried about you.” You look at him in shock, frozen. “And uh,” he looks away, “I’m a little worried too. So take the night off. It’s already nine.”

“You uh, you’ve been worried? About me?” He rolls his eyes.

“DIdn’t I just fuckin’ say that, are you deaf or somethin’?” He sighs. “‘S’ppose I coulda asked you out or somethin’ but pushing all your buttons about the way you organize your cabinets seemed more…” he looks for the words. “Fun. Plus I knew I’d break ya down.”

“You were gonna ask me, um, ask me out?” Your eyes are wide, you push against his grip again and this time he lets you sit up. He looks away.

“Obviously.”

“Obviously?” You repeat, incredulous. “Obviously?!!!”

“Obviously?” He dramatically mimics you. “Yeah, you’re beautiful, and fuckin’ smart, and ambitious but you’ve got a stick up your ass a mile fuckin’ wide, so let me take care of that shit.” You blink at him, you’re stunned. “Finally, she doesn’t have anything to say.” he taunts you. “Now lay the fuck down and cuddle with me.” In shock, you obey, snuggling into his chest. “Was that so goddamn hard?” You feel something digging into your stomach.

“No, but you are.” You tease and he scowls at you.

“Brat.” he glances over his shoulder, you hear the shower turn off, and the sound of someone stepping on wet tile.

“Bakugou,” You hear him call down the hallway. “Are we gonna play…” He trails off when he sees you, tucked into his friends chest. “Oh.” he looks at the kitchen, observing the jars on the counter that Bakugou had left askew, in favor of cuddling you right away on the couch. “Did you two uh,” Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Get over here, stupid.” Kirishima goes redder than his hair. “She’s taking the night off.” You sit up a little.

“I am, c’mere.” Kirishima beams at you both, running over and lifting both of you off the couch and into his huge arms.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou snaps, “Put me down.” Kirishima squeezes the two of you together.

“No!” You laugh breathlessly.

“Kiri, Kiri too hard.” He releases you onto the couch where Bakugou grumbles something about how he hates both of you. Kirishima joins you, and you lay with your legs in his lap, and your head in Bakugous.

“Happy Valentines Day!” Kirishima coos, massaging your thigh absentmindedly. You sigh. Bakugou is playing with your hair, detangling it with his fingers, careful not to pull.

“Happy Valentines Day,” you mumble, your eyes closed. “Maybe I could take a few days off, every once and a while.” You can physically feel Bakugou roll his eyes.

“MAYBE?”

“Hey, hey,” Kirishima cautions. “It’s progress.”

vampire kat 🩸

SPIDER-MAN YUUJIIIIIIIII aali aali the spider-man upside down kiss with him???? im blushing so hard

CAN YOU IMAGINE CAN YOU IMAGINE !!! standing in the rain after yuuji’s saved you, him slinking down his webs and you roll up his mask, brush your thumb over the scarred tissue at the corner of his mouth n whisper something like “i’d like to thank you…for helping me out back.”

sobs you sound so unsure of yourself when you’re usually so confident and yuuji’s heart is racing :( because usually he’d be too shy to be this close to you but he’s spiderman this time around. he doesn’t have to be nervous when you don’t know who he is.

“go ahead, don’t be shy.”

screams and then you lean in, gently pressing your lips to his — he tastes like rain and blood and a cherry chapstick that you know but have never tried. it’s soft and slow, yuuji letting you take the lead because he’s dreamed of this so many times and his heart hurts because he’s not sure if you’d ever kiss him the same way without his secret identity.

neither of you want to pull away, but you step back before you can get lost in your hero and smile. “thank you,” you whisper, pulling down his mask and pressing a kiss to his mouth over it. “for keeping me safe.”

“all in a days work.” yuuji hums, all giddy as he retreats into the night to fight crime — his only thought, making the city a safer place for you.

thinking about…

satoru as a husband ᡣ𐭩

words: 1.3k

lazily, he slots himself on the couch, laying across the long piece of furniture, his feet dangling off the edge. he thought about how you would get upset that he dirtied the couch, but he would brush it off by telling you he’d buy you a whole new set.

just a minute.

he swore he closed his eyes for one second, only for 45 minutes to have passed by. when he had finally opened his eyes he remained on the couch, except you had weaseled your way to move his heavy head onto your lap, running your fingers through his snow-like hair.

“hi handsome” you smile down at him. he blinks and yawns. “i thought i heard the door open and when i finally came down to investigate here you are asleep” you giggle and slightly pinch his nose.

he crinkles it slightly and sends you a small smile. “ ‘m sorry baby, i could’ve sworn i closed my eyes for one second. but there’s nothing better than to wake up and see your pretty face” he reaches for the hand that's in his hair and lays gentle kisses from your wrist to your palm. internally you frowned, he looked exhausted and your heart ached a little when he winced from adjustung his head so he could look at you better. he worked so hard to provide, he worked so hard for you.

you smile brightly and place a kiss on his forehead, “you’re so sappy” and he chuckles, bringing your hand to cup his cheek.

“why don't we get you cleaned up, yeah?” he stares into your eyes, tender and warm but fatigue laced in his icy blue orbs, your gaze lingering on each other for just a second too long. he sighs and reluctantly gets up, leaving you and your warmth to make his way to the bathroom.

the tension in his muscles melts away when he feels the pelt of hot water grace his supple skin. he sighs, his head turned down with eyes close. he feels the ache in his body fade away until it resides as a slight ebb. it made him even more sleepy. after shampooing and lathering his body in soap, he turns the shower off, and steps in front of the steamy mirror.

he notices the growing dark under eye circles and slight stubble he's been neglecting recently. he notices the slight wrinkles that are growing prominent from the frequency of his frowning lately. he grimaces, turning around to flip off the light and closes the door.

his eyes are met with dim candle lights and incense burning, you're sitting prettily on your knees with a silky pink gown. “what's all this for pretty?” he feels his heart tightening, making his way towards you, his knees touching the edge of your bed.

“i wanted to do some skin care on you, you never take care of yourself toru” you look into his azure eyes as you pout.

how did he ever end up finding you.

he brings his hand to your face, gently thumbing your cheek, “i don’t focus on such frivolous things, i have to keep my girl safe and happy. you didn’t have to do all this for me baby.”

you stand up from the bed, grabbing both of satoru’s hands and speak to him, “i want to take care of you toru, you’re so good to me i need to return the gesture, it’s what my husband deserves.” he chuckles and brings his forehead to yours, “you don’t need to do anything for me. you don’t owe me anything either, everything i do for you is purely because i want to do it. all i do for you is the bare minimum, i should be doing more in fact!”

you pout again upset at how he discredits his actions. as if making you quit your job so you can stay at home stress free and spoiling you with love and thousand dollar shopping sprees is bare minimum. not to mention all the traveling you guys do when he spontaneously mentions that he’s taking you on vacation. “you do so much more than that and you know it. all i’m asking you for is to lay in bed and relax!” you shove his shoulder.

he finally flops on the bed with his hands behind his head, waiting for you to move. he wiggles his eyebrows at you which makes your eyes roll but makes you smile nonetheless.

“i like where this is going” he whistles at you as you straddle his lap, you lightly slap his arm. “get your mind out of the gutter. nothing is happening tonight just so we’re clear” he rolls his eyes and mumbles a ‘yeah yeah’.

you place a headband to hold his hair back and softly say, “okay close your eyes.” he complies, his white eyelashes fluttering shut. you carefully place 2 cool cucumbers on his eyes and he sighs. he feels like a puddle, your soft touch and home-like scent invading his senses sending him into a plane of euphoria. next you grab a clay mask and a brush, gently painting his face with the gray liquid.

“how’s it feel lovey?” he hums and sighs, leaning further into the fluffy feather filled pillows beneath his head. “feels wonderful baby” you giggle and continue putting on the mask. “okay toru, gonna leave that on for 15 minutes kay?” he nods but then his eyebrows furrow.

“what am i supposed to do?” he had never been able to take a moment and put everything on pause before, the thought of having to lay still and do nothing made him a bit antsy. after placing the container that held the liquid mask in, you turn to him, “just relax baby, would you like some water kind sir?” he hears the clink of glassware and the swish of water grow closer and he smiles.

gojo satoru had never ever been pampered. spoiled rotten maybe, but no one had ever taken care of him the way you are now. sure he was praised in the highest degree in the clan, and sure he was fawned over by a broad sea of girls, both young and old. but no one had ever cared about him so deeply that his well being was always a priority. he was amazed by the thought of you caring about him so much that you would go out of your way to take care of him in a way no one else had ever done. all he could think of at the moment was how incredibly kind your heart is and how he was so fortunate enough to have ever stumbled upon your life. he was so grateful that you let him into your life. he was so grateful for you.

“i would love some m’lady” you bring the straw to his puckered lips and he smiles.

after doing 2 face masks, eye patches, your own night time routine and plucking his eyebrows, satoru finally snuggled up to you, his face buried in your chest with his arms wrapped around your torso.

“thank you for taking care of me baby, you’re the best wife a man could have ever asked for” you giggle as he peppers kisses on your chest. “of course, i love loving you. it's so easy, like breathing.”

“i love being your husband. i love loving you.” you can hear the tiredness in his voice grow with each word he says. a couple seconds later his soft snores could be heard throughout the silence of your home.

2 SEATER ᡣ𐭩

atsumu miya x fem!reader college au

words: 1.2k

summary. just sweet sweet love making with your saccharine boyfriend in his 2 seater beamer. this is very self indulgent, i love sappy and sweet sexᡣ𐭩 this is also my first smut don’t roast me hehe

cw: smut, mdni 18+, car sex, established relationship, nicknames (i.e. baby, pretty), praise, dirty talk, creampie, markings, making out, atsumu’s unadulterated love for you,

squeak squeak squeak

the sound of atsumu’s ball joints creaking in the back of the parking lot of a movie theater can be heard if you got within 50 meters. any closer and you could hear the mewling and groaning going on inside of the bmw.

“tsumu, oh fuck, tsumu” you whine, gripping atsumu’s shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.

the windows are foggy and you feel like you’re on fire from how hot it is in his car.

the six foot man currently has you on hip lap, bouncing on his cock leaving you a babbling mess, chanting his name like a mantra. he’s reclined his seat, hands on your hips and biting his lip, eyeing you as you move up and down. the look of pure lust and love he’s giving you makes you squirm and clench around him even harder.

“that feel good, baby? yeah? my cock making you feel s’ good? hm?” he groans when your walls flutter around him, making him grip your hips harder which you were sure were going to leave a mark in the morning.

the lewd squelching sound of your juices mingling fills the car, along with pants and moans. his angled cock was bullying your insides, sticky tip hitting just right at that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars and leaving a hot white feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. you were left speechless, mind blank, only able to spew out a few words that consisted of only his name and a few curse words.

he looked angelic underneath you, kiss bitten lips, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat, the tips of his ears were red, washboard abs littered with angry red scratches. he was a walking god, and you were just like a little nymph following him around, praising him and being utterly hopelessly devoted to him.

and you made him melt. left him with no words with the way you call out his name, begging him to kiss and hold you while he fucks up into your womb, leaving you aching and longing for more. the way your jaw was unhinged, spewing out his name because he was all that you could think about, your brain consumed by him and only him made him feel utterly euphoric knowing that he’s got you this fucked out.

he was a god, but you were his goddess. your lip tugged between your teeth, the hickeys and bite marks left around your neck and shoulder, perfect tits and perky nipples, and your voice, god your voice, calling out his name like a siren singing in his ear that made his whole body feel tingly from the tips of his finger all the way to his toes.

you hastily nod and murmur, “baby kiss me, kiss me, kiss me please tsumu.” you pant. he smashes your lips together, giant hand reaching for the back of your head to force you even closer. it’s hot and so, so needy, you feel your legs beginning to wear out from his kiss alone. teeth and tongue clashing, his saliva making its way down your lip and he nips at it. he snakes his other hand to the small of your back, pushing you against him so you’re chest to chest. the way your nipples rub against him every time you bounce has you shivering, leaving you soaking and wanting so much more.

the coil in your stomach begins to unravel and you’re moaning so loud. thighs quivering and your voice wobbles as you speak. “tsumu please, i can’t.” and he gives in so easily because the next thing you know he’s planting his feet on the floor and pistoning up into your fluttering hole.

you yelp and fall into his shoulder, biting at the intersection to keep you from sounding like such a needy bitch. this doesn’t go unnoticed by atsumu, who does not appreciate you silencing yourself. he reaches his hand down to tweak at your nipples and your mouth falls open into an o. “fuck, you look so pretty. love it when you call out my name. c’mon pretty, wanna hear all of it.” and you whine and whimper, writhing on top of him from the way his cock is bullying your poor abused pussy.

“tsumu, ‘m close! ‘m so close, please.” you sound so desperate and broken on his cock, he could listen to you all night like a broken record. he adjusts himself so he’s reaching even deeper inside of your velveteen walls, hitting all the spots he knew would be a one way ticket to an earth shattering orgasm. “oh fuck! right there, right there tsumu. gonna cum gonna cum!” you mewl, tears welling in your eyes as the bliss is too great for your body.

“shit baby, squeezin me so tight. only i can make you feel good like this yeah? tell me who’s pussy this is. hm? who’s is it?” his pace is brutal and you’re teetering on the edge, he tweaks your nipple again and you babble.

“‘s yours! all yours! only yours! fuckkkk, love you! love you so much tsumu! love you so fucking much! please.” and you moan so loud when you finally cum, juices gushing and making his abs and thighs glisten from your release. you’re limp on his body, he makes you feel like putty.

“shit, gonna fucking cum baby. ‘s all for you my love. gonna take it all right? gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, yeah?” he grabs your jaw tightly and kisses you so desperately. you whine as he continues his thrust and tightly grip his shoulders. he lets out a husky ‘fuck’, a few more thrust and the hot spurts of his seed spew into you, filling you up and making a creamy base at his cock. you feel so full and warm, and you let out a small whimper as your tongues fight against each other. he shudders from the intensity of his release and the only thing that keeps him grounded is the warmth from your body on top of his. you continue making out as you both come down from your highs, his softening cock still inside of you. the lack of oxygen makes you lightheaded so you pull away first, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

his head is tilted back, leaning on the head rest as his eyes are closed and trying to catch his breath. you both stay like this for awhile, basking in the after glow of making love with the man who makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world. you look up at him with nothing but pure adoration and love in your eyes, one of his arms around your waist holding your bare body against his. it’s such a tender moment that only leaves you with even more love for the man that you call yours.

he finally looks down and catches your eyes, reaching the hand that was behind his head to brush the hair out of your face and play with it. and he feels like jelly when you shoot him a small loving smile, gently placing a small kiss where your chin was resting, making the corners of his mouth twitch up as he mirrors the same smile. he reaches out to cup your cheek and your smile intensifies, turning your head to place a sweet kiss at the palm of his hand.

“i love you so much tsumu.” you murmur, never shying away from his intense gaze.

gently, he uses his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, leaning in to give you a teeth rottingly sweet kiss.

“i love you more, pretty.”