Prey. (continued)

prey. (continued)

Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

Part 3 of JJK Farm AU

Part 2 here

A/N: this is 11 pages of straight smut, y’all. Downright filth 😤 ✨enjoy✨

CW/TW: heat cycle/going into heat, chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, lactation, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, Toji is a pervert bastard, dumbification, coercion, biting/marking, knotting, reader has mommy milker tig ol bitties (duh lol)

Word Count: 4.6k

“…..ooohh…uugggh…my head…” You groaned at the dull ache in the back of your skull as you stirred awake.

“Where am I…” you mumbled, tenderly touching around the sore spot as you sat up to gather your bearings. You noticed you were under the futon of a kotatsu, laying on a floor sofa in a wooden floored room that was sparingly filled with boxes. It looked like someone was in the process of moving into wherever exactly you were. Besides the boxes, the place looked to be clean and fairly modern.

“Hello?” you called out. As you tried to get up you winced in pain and let out a yelp. You whimpered and reached down to touch the tender ankle that was causing you pain. “Ow..” you inspected it closely and teared up at the sight. Your ankle was splotchy and discolored with bruises and a nasty rope burn.

“Owwww!” you yelled, fully realizing the extent of your injury. “Ouch, ouch! Hello!? Is anyone there!?” you whimpered, forcing yourself up in a panic, carefully putting all your weight on your good foot. You felt woozy when you were upright and quickly sank back down to the floor.

You whined in distress. “oh…” It felt like your skin was burning and when you shifted your legs, you felt the familiar stickiness of slick gathering in your panties.

“No no no…Master is going to kill me if I don’t get home soon! Ugh!”

You took a moment to compose yourself, letting your vision clear and got up once again, slower this time, to hobble around, feebly gathering in your surroundings. It was evident that it was someone’s home you were inside of, but who’s? Did someone happen to be passing by in the woods and helped you? You wondered if the home you were in belonged to the owner of that hybrid who’s trap you fell victim. If that were the case, you were certainly going to give them both a piece of your mind! Especially that rude mutt!

As you limped down a hallway, you were stopped by a voice and the sound of footsteps coming coming from around the corner you were approaching.“About time you wake up, house pet. Been asleep the whole damn day!” You gasped and pointed an angry finger in the stranger’s direction when he was finally revealed to you.

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A Dreadful News

Figured that posting mostly incorrect quotes of our lovely Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros (+ El Sin a.k.a cartel momm– I mean Valeria Garza) is too easy. So I figured to do something new to challenge myself.

Also, this is my first time(ish) to do a full paragraph story/image/one shot/whateverthisis. So the explanation of the actions or the plot of the story may or may not confuse you.

This is gender neutral by the way. Happy reading.

Oh and by the way, be ready to cringe because English is not my mother tongue.

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The Task Force 141 fortunately finished a successful mission. They have carefully eliminated the threat that could’ve doom half of the living things on Earth. To celebrate their hard work, all Task Force 141 members, including Laswell, decided to throw a picnic lunch party somewhere in a park. (Y/n) recommended a park, a particularly park where they always go for their daily run before going on a mission.

When (Y/n) first discovered the park, they were surprised of how It looked so undisturbed. As if no one has been there before. Because of this, (Y/n) found this park suitable for a rowdy, yet lovable, bunch.

Soap thought that he was to arrive first as the park seems to be empty. Heck, he even thought he went to the wrong park. But as it turns out, he was in the right park and that (Y/n) was already there. As he gets closer to the early bird, Soap smiled and raised a hand to greet them but stopped himself as he sees the serious expression that they have on their face.

(Y/n)’s elbows are on their lap, mimicking a pillar. Their hands were locked together and are used to bury their nose. Soap furrowed his brows, wondering what could be bothering them. Being closer as he was before, Soap called out to them.

“Hey (N/n)!” Soap called out. Their head perked up.

What’s with the serious face? Thought that this was supposed to be a joyous day?” Soap said and stopped right next to them. (Y/n) sighed and closed their eyes, finally letting their hands down but still kept their elbows on their lap.

“Johnny boy,” (Y/n) replied, “you might want to sit down for this…”

And so he did.

*10 mins later*

Gaz thought that he was to arrive first as the park seems to be empty. Heck, he even thought he was on the wrong park. As it turns out, he was in the right park and that (Y/n) and Soap were already there. As he gets closer to the early birds, Soap smiled and raised a hand to greet them but stopped himself as he sees the serious expression that they have on their face.

(Y/n)’s elbows were on their lap, mimicking a pillar. Their hands were locked together and are used to bury their nose. Soap’s posture copied them. Gaz furrowed his brows, wondering what could be bothering them. Being closer as he was before, Gaz called out to them.

“(Y/n)! Soap!“ Gaz called out. The two’s head perked up.

“What’s wrong? Thought that this was supposed to be a joyous day?” Gaz said and stopped right next to them. Soap sighed and closed his eyes, finally letting his hands down but still kept his elbows on his lap.

“Well Gaz, you might want to sit down for this.” Soap said.

And so he did.

*5 mins later*

“Where are they?” Price, Ghost, and Laswell walked through the park. The food felt heavy on their hands. (Y/n) had gone ahead with the paper plates, plastic spoons, forks, and cups.

“Are we even on the right park?” Price questioned as he looked around the empty park.

“Well, this is the address (Y/n) sent,” Laswell said putting her phone on her pocket “We should look further.”

Price and Ghost nodded and continued to go further the park. Finally, they see the three troublemakers. Surprisingly, they weren’t goofing around as they always been when they were put together. Instead, the three were sitting on a bench with a serious expression. Their elbows were on their lap, mimicking a pillar. Their hands were locked together and are used to bury their nose.

This worried Price. He didn’t want to admit it, but he prefer to see them goof around than being serious. Even after a successful mission.

“(Y/n)! Soap! Gaz!” Price called out. The three’s head perked up.

“Why are you three looks so serious?” The captain questioned as he stopped right next to the three. Ghost and Laswell behind him.

Gaz sighed and closed his eyes, finally letting his hands down but still kept his elbows on his lap. His head dipped between his shoulders, avoiding eye contact.

“Well, captain, you might want to sit down for this.” Gaz said, his head still dipped between his shoulders.

Price looked behind him. Making an eye contact with Ghost and Laswell. Laswell shrugged while Ghost stood there, they were worried as well but didn’t want to show it. Price nodded and sat down on the empty space next to Gaz, putting the warm goodies on his lap.

As he sat down, he could’ve swore that the two beside Gaz snorted but was covered by coughing.

“Well,” Price insisted “Get on with it.”

Gaz cleared his throat

“The bench is freshly painted…”

Silence

The captain was flabbergasted. Laswell was amused, but hid her expression by looking away. Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a ‘fuckin’ hell’ under his breath. (Y/n), Soap, and Gaz.. Well.. They’re breathing heavily to avoid from laughing, the sound of snorting could be heard from them from the attempt.

End Point

Bonus

“RUN AWAY!” (Y/n) shouted while laughing

Soap and Gaz followed behind them, laughing as well.

“GET YOUR BLOODY ASSES BACK HERE NOW!” Price shouted, chasing after them.

Laswell and Ghost stayed behind to set up the food, enjoying the energy that the three had created. They needed the laugh.

“HAVE MERCY ON US, CAPTAIN!”

—

The fresh painted bench is base on a incorrect quote

Knit him a cute little ghost scarf ahhhhh

Simon found you in the living room with two needles in your hands and a basket of yarn next to you. He could already see what you were working on.

He sat beside you, draping his arm around your shoulder.

“Something for me, love?” Simon asked.

You made a fake, dramatic gasp.

“Simon, I can’t give you a sweater. This one’s for me,” you said.

“Why can’t you?” Simon replied.

“There’s a curse. If you give your significant other a hand knitted sweater, the relationship usually ends,” you explained.

“You can’t believe that,” Simon said, sounding rather amused.

“It happens,” you said. “Which is why this sweater is for me, but you’re welcome to wear it at any moment. Hence the extra, extra large size.”

Simon let out a huff of air, still amused. However, he leaned closer to you and kissed you on the temple.

“Alright,” Simon said. 

You shifted on your seat when Simon did the same in an attempt to move you so that he could sit against the armrest of the sofa and you would sit with your back against his chest.

When you both were positioned comfortably, Simon rested his chin on your shoulder and watched the satisfying knitting movement that you made.

“Let me know if you run out of yarn, I’ll get some more,” Simon said.

“Sure,” you chuckled.

Idc how sick I'll get, I'll kiss Simon Riley in the rain a million times over again 😤

i want a cheesy romantic cliché of kissing him the rain 😚💀🌧

-

It starts with a flash of lightning, then a deep thundering crackle, followed by a small gasp of sweet excitement.

"It's raining!"

You practically threw yourself at the window to watch the raindrops pelt the ground with childish wonder.

It's cute. Endearing. It makes Simon's insides freeze up from the sudden rush of tender emotions that clutches at his heart.

"Simon, come here!"

And like an eager, obedient little puppy, he obeys in his own quiet way, walking up to you on autopilot. He doesn't think you know just how much power you have over him. He doesn't think anyone truly knows just how weak he is for you. If you asked him to move mountains, he would do it. If you asked him to carry you through scorching magma, it would be done. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. God forbid someone gets in his way to make you happy; he'd bulldoze over anyone who would dare try. And you're the only one who has this eternal hold on him.

"Look!"

You flash him the most adorable smile as he walks up behind you, pointing out the window as your breath fogs it up. Simon hides his own tiny smile--something only you can pull from him--and rests a hand on your waist as he leans over your opposite shoulder, following the path of your finger to the pouring rain outside.

He sees nothing special. Just falling droplets of water. Simon holds no strong opinion for it. But the way your eyes sparkle in admiration for it makes it feel like it's the most precious thing in the world.

"Let's go!"

Simon blinks.

What?

You don't even give him a chance to fully comprehend what you said, turning around and grabbing the wrist of the hand he has on your waist. Simon lets himself be yanked along--you would never be able to pull his full weight effortlessly, big man that he knows he is--but he looks at you with a bemused raise of his eyebrows.

You're so . . . special. Care-free. You see beauty in things most people wouldn't care for. And it's sweet. Pure and gut-wrenching at the same time. It's moments like this where Simon sees how soft you are in comparison to himself--how excited you always get to share these little things with him. Like a cat bringing its owner a dead mouse just because it wants to share it with you, but instead of a cat and a dead mouse, it's you and whatever interest that holds your attention. It would be annoying if you were anyone else, but that's just it--you're not anyone else. You're special. You're special to Simon, and that's more devastating than any gunshot wound he ever received.

With an excited grin, you hurridly pull him out the door, with Simon only resisting for one moment to tug you back in to wrap one of his jackets hanging from the rack by the door around you. He rolls his eyes at your whiny Simon--the n being drawn out--and shuts you up with a kiss and a soft You'll get sick, love, and you're a nightmare of a patient. He adds a pinch to your butt as a teasing warning and revels in your squeal as your hands bat his away with another Simon!

Once he makes sure you're bundled up, he puts on a jacket for himself and slips his balaclava over his head before pulling his hood up and letting you lead him outside your house. It isn't raining that hard, but there's still a chill in the air, and belatedly, he realizes he should probably bring an umbrella to hold it over your head. But then there's another flash and crackle, and the sound of delighted laughter spilling from your lips. You look back at him with unadulterated joy, and the breath in his lungs disappates as he takes your happiness in.

It's beautiful and pure, and he suddenly can't find it in himself to step back in for the umbrella. He doesn't want to miss a second of this. And you don't let him.

"Come on, Simon, dance with me!"

You pull him a little further, the smell and sound of the rain filling your senses, and turn yourself around to wrap yourself in his arms.

Simon raises an eyebrow, but his hands grip you closer, and his lips curve up into a fond little half-smile.

"In the rain, pet?"

You pout, and in an instant, Simon knows what you're going to say. He can feel himself already giving in just from your sweet eyes and the curve of your soft lips.

"Please, Simon?"

It's so small and so soft, but it's enough to bend him to your will.

He sighs, saying nothing, but by the growing sparkle in your eyes, he knows you know you got him. Brat. Simon rolls his eyes in fond exasperation. You could bring him to his knees if you wanted. Without warning, he grips you tighter and begins leading you in a sloppy waltz of his own, swaying side to side. It pulls a yelp from your lips from the unexpected movement, but you quickly follow his lead with a grin on your face, pressing your body to his.

In that moment, the rain lightens, but a drop manages to wet the exposed skin near his eye, and he looks up at the grey, cloudy canvas above their heads. Simon never cared much for the rain. It gets him wet and uncomfortable. It can be hard to see through on missions, and there's always a chance of catching a cold. But--your gasp echoes in his ears, It's raining!--and the wonder you have for it makes him wish it would rain forever just so he could see that awed look on your face till his dying days.

There's a grip on his chin, and suddenly, he's looking at you, your hand directing the movement. The dancing stops, but the grin on your face has his heart racing a mile a minute. It's a treasure he wants all to himself.

"Kiss me, Simon."

And he doesn't hesitate to give you what you want--what he wants. Simon pulls down his hood and tugs off his balaclava. He can feel the bite of the wind, and the rain is cold against his skin, but he hardly notices as he takes your lips against his.

You're warm, and right then and there, Simon decides that, yes, maybe he does like rain after all.

-

Bonus

(Later on, as you get ready for bed, a sneeze wracks your body, and a chill runs through you. There's a sigh, and some shuffling, and soon a blanket is wrapped around your shoulders.

"I told you you'd get sick.")

"Home" Masterlist

This Masterlist is for the "Home" Series. Hopefully, this makes it a bit easier to read.

Synopsis: You are the younger sister of Kyojuro Rengoku.  After the death of your mother, Ruka, your father falls into a delusion that you are his deceased wife.  And he will try anything to get you to believe that as well.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

This will never NOT be my favorite thing

Not Allowed on the Bed

This was just supposed to be a thirsty drabble, but okay

Warnings: hybrid reader, swearing, virgin!reader, chubby reader, mentions of pregnancy

This is my first time writing hybrid, so it's not good, but here we go

You never thought you'd get adopted. It wasn't that you weren't cute, of course you were, but every time someone came into the shelter to look at the pets they'd look at you, maybe even play with you, and end up taking home one of the smaller hybrids. Still, you never stopped feeling hopeful when someone came in. You'd smile and speak sweetly and play as politely as you could manage. You didn't even jump up anymore, that wasn't nice, and you were a nice girl, or you did your best to be. Most of your friends had already found homes, you were happy for them, but you were also a little jealous, and lonely. The people that ran the shelter told you to be patient, that someone would choose you someday, and you believed them. Why wouldn't you? They were so nice and took such good care of everyone.

"C'mon, man, just give them a chance, you've only seen a few of them." Your floppy ears perked up at the voice. He sounded kind, your heart flooded with hope and your tail wagged tentatively. 

"Tch. Whatever, let's just get this over with." The other voice wasn't as kind. In fact it sounded downright mean. Like he was growling. But, you shouldn't judge a person by their voice, so you remained full of hope. Their scents were faint, but pleasant in different ways. 

They were only a couple of doors away, but there were two really pretty, much smaller pets in between you and them. Somehow, you were lucky, the gruff man didn't seem impressed with the pets before your room. Their scents were stronger now, your rear end was wiggling as you saw them through the window of your room. 

"Aw, look at this one, she's so cute." The red haired one with the kind voice and fresh, earthy scent spoke. 

The other man didn't really look at you, his head was turned and his eyes were cast to the side. "Tch." Was his only response. You looked up at them from where you sat on the floor of your room like a good girl. His scent was harsher in your nose, but you liked it. You tilted your head and smiled. 

"Hi there, cutie." The redhead grinned at you, waving eagerly. 

You waved back, your smile widening. 

"Did you want to meet her?" One of the workers asked the men. 

The redhead confirmed, but the gruff blond just tutted again. The worker let them in and you remained sitting, like a good girl.

"How long has she been here?" The redhead asked. 

"A long time." The worker answered sadly. "She's a sweet girl, and there's nothing really wrong with her except her size. I'll leave you alone so you can get to know each other." 

The redhead thanked them and held out his hand to you. You sniffed him politely and smiled again. "What's your name?" 

You told him and the blond's eyes snapped to your face when you spoke. 

"You bite or somethin'?"

"No." You assured him quickly, raising your hands in front of you, and waving them. 

"Then why the fuck are you still here?"

"Bakugou!" The redhead scolded.

"I'm not small like the other pets." You told him frankly.

"What does that have to do with anything?" The blond called Bakugou demanded. 

You shrugged. You didn't really know why it made such a difference to anyone whether the pet they took home was big or small, all you knew was what you'd heard when you got passed over time and time again.

"You trained?"

You nodded eagerly. "'m a good girl, I promise!" 

"We'll see about that." He smirked. 

Before you really knew what was happening you were headed home. Home. Finally. You were so excited to finally have a home and an owner that when he let you in you started bouncing around your new surroundings, sniffing and touching everything you could get your hands on. 

"Oi!" His firm tone stopped you in your tracks just before you climbed onto the big bed.

You went and stood in front of him. "Yes, Master?"

"The fuck? No, I'm not your fuckin' Master." he protested with a snarling scowl. 

"But you took me home." You reminded him.

"That's-" He swallowed, eyes darting around in search of an answer. "You don't call me that, got it?"

"What do I call you, then?"

"Katsuki." He informed you. 

"Katsuki!" You parroted cheerfully. "'m Katsuki's good girl!" Your behind wiggled in your excitement. 

"Not if you you keep fuckin' crawlin' on my bed." He grumbled. 

He said things like that often, growling and snarling at you, saying if you did this or that that you weren't his good girl, but he always scratched behind your floppy ears while you sat next to him on the couch, always gave you some of whatever he was eating, always made sure you were healthy and safe. The only thing he forbade was you sleeping on his bed, he disliked you even being in his bedroom, but allowed it on occasion when he was with you. You had your own bed, and he expected you to sleep in it, no matter how much you begged. 

His friends were nice to you when they came over. The redhead that had helped Katsuki bring you home was called Shitty Hair, there was a taller, thinner one that always smiled and smelled like oranges called Plain Face, and a shorter blond with grabby hands called Dunce Face. They always brought you treats, scratched your head, and told you what a good and pretty girl you were. You liked them. 

"You want another treat?" Dunce Face asked you, holding the treat over you where you were sitting on the floor. 

You nodded and followed the treat with your eyes. 

"She's had enough." Katsuki scoffed. 

"Aw, but she likes them, and she's so cute." Dunce Face pouted. "Look at her jiggle when she jumps for it!" He lifted the treat for emphasis and you jumped up eagerly.

"Yeah, she can have just one more." Shitty Hair nodded. 

"Oi! Go take a nap, I'll wake you up for dinner." Katsuki ordered. 

"Okay!" You hopped up and went to your bed in the other room. You weren't sleepy, but it couldn't hurt to get cozy in your bed and let Katsuki have time alone with his friends. You walked around in a circle a few times before curling up, yawning a little. 

"Oh, man, I might need to get myself a pet." Dunce Face pouted again. "Unless you let me borrow yours." He continued in a sing-song tone. 

"Fuck off." Katsuki growled.

"Hey, relax, Bakugou." Shitty Hair tried to defuse the tension. "He's kidding, aren't you, Kaminari?"

"Kinda." 

"Bakugou doesn't do that." Plain Face informed. 

"You don't?"

"Not everyone has sex with their hybrid." Shitty Hair responded, cutting off Katsuki before he could speak, but you'd heard him move. 

Sex. You'd heard about that from some of the other pets, mostly the surrendered ones and a few of the strays. It sounded a little scary, but some of them made it sound nice. You weren't sure what to think, but Katsuki didn't seem interested, so you didn't think it would be a problem for you. You yawned again and drifted off to sleep. 

You felt weird. Huffy and lonely. Katsuki was at work and normally you'd fill your day with the chores you'd chosen to do and sleeping and playing, but today, you just felt . . . cooped up. Something was wrong and you didn't know what, but you knew it wasn't right. Opening the windows did nothing to alleviate the way you were feeling trapped. Even eating, you usually enjoyed, wasn't appealing to you right now. And you just wanted Katsuki home. Why did he have to be at work today? Why were there so many hours before he was coming home? You huffed again, pacing around the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. It seemed huffing was the only thing you could do to express yourself right now. You inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as your senses were overwhelmed by an intoxicating scent. It was familiar, you knew it was Katsuki's, but it was so much stronger, more . . . delicious

Your mouth watered. You needed more of it and your feet carried you toward the source. The place you weren't supposed to be without Katsuki, but you needed it. Your chest heaved as you tried to inhale more of the scent, needy, guilty whimpers already escaping your lips as you entered the forbidden space. You knew better than to be in here, all but one of your instincts were screaming at you to leave this room. Too bad this new, strange instinct was pushing them all to the back of your mind. You crawled slowly into the bed, under the covers, and buried your face in Katsuki's pillow, inhaling deeply. You lost yourself in the heady scent of him, your mind going hazy for a moment, and it felt like you were floating while your body filled with warmth, your skin tingling. You don't know how long you laid there, sniffing his pillow, but you whimpered the whole time, and your pussy was dripping slick onto his sheets, soaking and making your thighs sticky. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" His gravelly voice met your ears and at first you felt sick, guilt coursing through you at disobeying him, but you couldn't control the excited shiver that ran through you at the timbre of his growl, another gush of slick coating between your thighs.

"I said," He moved closer, his voice lowering dangerously, "what the-"

You jumped up and cut him off by clumsily crashing your lips into his. 

He didn't push you away, but made no move to kiss you back, just let you move your lips over his, and swallowed thickly, a snarl on his lips when you pulled away. 

You whimpered, feeling tears sting your eyes when he didn't speak.

Finally, he growled lowly at you, "What's the rule?"

"Katsuki?" You sniffled confusedly. 

"What's the one fuckin' rule?" He repeated.

"Don't go on the bed." You sniffled again. 

"And what did you do?" 

You hung your head, unable to look him fully in the eye because of the way his voice and scent were making you rub your thighs together. "Went on the bed." You pouted. 

"Bad girl." He snarled. 

Your head snapped up, your lips quivering. He'd never called you bad before. You wanted to protest, but he was right. You were bad. You were a bad girl. He was gonna bring you back to the shelter and then you'd never find another home, or if you did your next owner wouldn't treat you the way Katsuki did. Fat, hot tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Tch." He scoffed. "What the fuck're you cryin' for?"

"'m sorry for being bad, won't- won't do it again!" You fell to your knees in front of him. "P-please don't get rid of me." 

"Dumbass, I'm not fuckin' gettin' ridda ya!" He snarled, then sighed and gripped your shoulder, lifting you to standing. "But I can't let you get away with this." He walked over to the bed, dragging you with him, and put you over his knee. "You know why you're not allowed in the bed?"

"N-no." You sniffled, rubbing your thighs together in spite of your fear and shame, you couldn't help but enjoy the warmth, the source of the scent so close to your nose. 

He was breathing heavily for some reason, running his hands over your skin, squeezing and grabbing handfuls of your flesh. "You can't guess? Hah?"

You tried to think, but it was hard to form anything in your mind with him so close and touching you the way he was. "Be- because 'm your pet." You whimpered out when his hand slid between your thighs. 

He pulled his hand away and spanked you, the initial sting making you yelp and jolt, despite the way you wanted to beg for him to do it again. "Wrong." 

"Not- 'm not your pet?" More tears threatened to fall.

"You ain't a pet to me, baby, but you are mine." He growled out, putting heavy emphasis on the last word. Katsuki went back to rubbing and squeezing you. He let out a low growl as his fingers brushed over the wetness coating your inner thighs. "So fuckin' wet already. This all for me?" 

You nodded, a pleasured whine left your lips when his hand landed another spank to your ass. "Yes, all for you!" You cried out. "So wet for you!" 

"Good girl." 

His words had you gushing and whimpering again. 

"You like that, baby?" He didn't seem to want an answer this time, instead helping you move so you were on your back on the bed in front of him, immediately spread your thighs, and slid two thick fingers into your entrance. 

"Too much, 's too much, Katsuki!" You whined.

"Gotta get you ready, baby, so be my good girl and take it." 

You nodded again, the burning stretch giving way to fluttering, tingling pleasure as his fingers pumped and curled within you, the sloshing noises that met your ears only seeming to encourage him and spur him on. His thumb brushed over and circled a spot just above your entrance at the same time his fingers curled and dragged over a spot within you that had you squirming and seeing stars. You couldn't hold back your voice as you screamed out his name, your entire body tensing, then slowly relaxing while his fingers slowed. He pulled them from you and licked them while you whimpered at their loss. 

You tried to move forward, but he pushed you back. "Stay." 

You whimpered, but obeyed, eyes trained on him as he stood and removed his clothes. Your mouth watered as you took in his fully exposed form, an excited whine escaped you when he started moving toward you. He crawled over you and looked down at you, meeting your lips in a tender kiss. "You're mine." He growled against you lips when he pulled away. 

"Yours." You assured him. 

At your word he pushed inside you slowly. Hands gripping your hips as he sat back and began thrusting languidly. It didn't hurt thanks to the preparation he'd done. You felt so full, so right with him inside, his cock dragging over that place within you that made you squirm and dig your nails into him to ground yourself. Your hands held his shoulders, your eyes were locked on his while his grunts and groans created a lewd duet with your moans and whimpers.

"My good girl, let's fill you up."

When he moved faster you felt the tingling pressure building again, he drew your plush thighs around his waist, and drove into you, your voice rising again as you came undone, feeling him fall apart just after you and spill inside you with a growling groan. 

After he pulled out he put on pajamas and you went to go sleep on your bed, but he stopped you, grabbing your shoulder. "Where the fuck you think you're goin'?" 

"My bed, Katsuki."

He huffed and dragged you to his bed, pulling you next to him, and curling his body around yours. "This is your bed now, baby."

"But- you said." 

"Forget what I said. This is your bed now, dumbass."

"Go take a nap, you've had enough treats."

"Okay." You smiled and jumped up to go to sleep in the bed you now shared with Katsuki, the eyes of his friends trained on your plump behind as you walked. 

"I thought you didn't let her sleep in your bed, man." Plain Face reminded. 

"Shut up. Changed my mind." 

"Aw, Kacchan, what a softie!" Dunce Face teased. 

"Don't feel bad, Bakugou, most people let their pets sleep in their beds eventually." 

"Yeah, but most of them don't knock them up." 

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