So Katsuki And Chubby Reader Y/n Have A Great Relationship. They Rarely Argue They Really Are Best Friends

So Katsuki and chubby reader y/n have a great relationship. They rarely argue they really are best friends . One night they get into a fight and y/n doesn’t know how to handle it besides giving him the silent treatment. Katsuki’s being petty and doesn’t want to cave in to his chubby baby and say sorry . So the next day

Y/n is going out with friends to relieve stress she dressed A little to sexy for katsuki liking but he still doesn’t say anything when he peeps the outfit .But he does follow her. To his surprise she ends up at a male strip club with the girls and what does katsuki do? he goes in and creeps on his baby further . He is actually close enough to hear their conversation. he begins to lose his shit when they encourage her to get a private dance from the current male stripper on stage making googly eyes at her. Mina leaves and come back and tells her “I booked it your in the gold room “

Y/n is nervous and didn’t wanna go . She honestly wanted to be at home with katsuki but Mina practically pushes her in the room . She was sitting for a few mins when the lights went dark and music started suddenly a familiar figure appears from side curtain onto the small dancing area .

Dressed in a little male stripper outfit Katsuki turns to his girlfriend with a smirk 😏 he puts on a show then teaches her a lesson for being a brat and ignoring him and coming to a strip club . Make it nasty babes 😘😘😘

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The "L" Word│Bakugo x Chubby Reader

Warnings│smut(oral fem!receiving, breeding), angst to fluff: the miscommunication trope)

Katsuki would rather die than to admit this; but you were his best friend.

You were there for him during his awkward transition from middle school to high school, as well as being a source of support during his traumatic memories after being captured by the LOV. You even cheered him on when he first debuted as a hero, throwing a small get-together at your shared apartment between your closest friends on their first successful day as heroes.

He loved you, he truly did. More than a best friend should. But he knows he’s abrasive, hard to love at times, so while he aches to have a deeper connection with you, he’s willing to sacrifice his happiness if it means you’re in his life.

You, on the other hand, were spiraling.

There had been rumors that Dynamite was spending lots of his free time with some “mystery girl” and you were not only shocked, but hurt by the news. You loved Katsuki and while you have long accepted the fact that he might never be into you, it hurt that your friend was supposedly in some secret relationship and didn’t tell you.

You were on the phone with Mina one day, ranting about the whole thing when she cut you off. “Not to be rude or anything (Y/NN), but are you sure you see him as just a friend?” She asked, coating her nail in a fresh coat of polish. “What do you mean?” You ask, brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know just, from the way you’re talking, you seem jealous?” She says, blowing air on the wet nail. “I- I’m not-” “Now that I think about it, if a girl so much as looks at Bakugo, you get quiet.” She says, the gears in her brain visibly turning. “That’s not true!” You exclaim, realizing that she’s probably right in her deduction. “It’s not? So you wouldn’t care if he’s seeing someone?” She asks, smirk present on her face. She knows she’s got you backed into a corner, she just wants you to own up to your feelings. “I didn’t say that.” You mutter, annoyed that she’s right about the situation. “Ahh! So you do like him! Omg, you totally have to make a move on him.” She rants, going into detail about how cute you and Katsuki would look together. You chuckle at her enthusiasm before cutting her off. “Yeah, that’s nice and all but let’s be real, he doesn’t like me like that.” You chuckle sadly. As you sing his praises, you fail to notice him standing by your room door. He clenches his fists before walking away, heart caught in his throat.

Since that day, you’d noticed that Katsuki began acting cold toward you. Never staying in the same room for five minutes with you before leaving with some half-assed excuse. Being too busy for your chill nights where you both watch some awful movie while sharing a bowl of popcorn on the couch. He didn’t even hug you anymore, anytime you’d go for one he’d dodge your arms before walking away. You respected his boundaries, but you wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt.

Everything came to a head when you decided to confront him on his actions. He was being weird and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You knock on his room door, the usual “go away” sounding through the door. You roll your eyes before trying the knob, pushing the door open when you realized it was unlocked. Bakugo picks his head up to look at you, scowl present on his face. “What the fuck are you doing-” “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you being mean to me?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He furrows his brows before standing in front of you, mimicking your stance. “Mean to you? This is how I always am, the fuck are you on about?” He grumbles. You roll your eyes, sighing. “The way you’re acting! We don’t do the fun stuff we used to do together anymore. It’s like you don’t like being around me anymore.” You mutter. “Maybe cause I just don’t wanna hang out with you anymore, huh? You ever think of that? Why don’t you go bother your little boyfriend to hang out with you?” He says, turning away from you. “Boyfriend? What are you talking about, Kat?” He visibly shudders at the name before flopping back onto his bed, picking up the manga he was reading before you stormed in. “I heard you and Pinky on the phone the other day, talking about some guy. Just go bother him.” He says, flipping the page over. You narrow your eyes and huff, turning to leave the room. “Maybe I will.”

Since then, you’d actively avoid Bakugo, staying in your room when you knew he was out of his. Ignoring him when your friends came over. They’d noticed the change in dynamic, but felt that it wasn’t their place to say anything.

--

The entire ordeal with Bakugo had you stressed, so, in a spur of the moment decision, you decided to take Mina up on her offer to go to a club.

You took extra care of yourself, soaking in a warm, lavender scented bath, shaving, putting on your favorite scented lotion and doing your full skincare routine. You exited the bathroom in just your towel, slipping into your bedroom, failing to notice Katsuki standing in the hallway.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes before walking into his room. Since when did you go out late at night?

The question bounces around his head for the next hour before the sound of the doorbell ringing snaps him out of his thoughts. He opens his door to answer the bell, only making it as far as the kitchen before you beat him to it and he catches a glance at what you’re wearing. Skin tight black dress that just barely covers your ass, which he can tell you’re not wearing panties underneath. It hugs your soft rolls, accentuating them to the point where he just wants to get on his knees and nibble on them. And is that makeup you’re wearing? Lips so shiny he can almost see his reflection in them. Lips so plump he just wants to bite and suck on them. Fuck, how can you simply exist and reduce him to a pile of mush.

The sound of your voice along with others pull him out of his reverie. He pretends he’s getting a drink of water, listening in on your conversation when he sees you slip on a pair of sleek black heels and a black fur coat. He only manages to make out the words “club” and “men” before a sinking feeling settles in his stomach. Are they trying to set you up with someone? Are they going with the intention of you meeting someone? Did you want to meet someone? Katsuki knows he hasn’t been the nicest as of late, but did he really push you into the arms of another?

No.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

He knows you're still upset with him when you give him a half-assed “See you later, don’t wait up” before shutting the door behind you, not even sparing him a glance. He picks up his keys and leaves after you, tailing Mina’s car from a distance.

He follows your group to a building that from the outside, looks like your standard club. Long line, flashing lights, the whole nine. He sees your group walking up to the bouncer, Mina sweet talking him into letting you all cut the line. He goes after you, shoving his pro-hero license in the bouncer’s face when he tries to stop him, telling him he has “urgent business to attend to.”

You were his business alright. And clearly, you needed attending to.

He scopes the area out before his eyes find you again, seeing you toss back three vodka shots back to back before pulling your friends with you on the dance floor, throwing your ass back on whoever was there to catch it.

Originally, Bakugo wanted to blend in to the back, be a watchful eye in case some drunk idiot thought they had a chance with you, but it’s when he sees Mina whisper something in your ear before making her way to one of the male strippers and pointing towards you that he makes the connection.

Oh hell no.

He waits until she makes her way over to you before he heads towards the worker, grabbing him by the red suspenders strapped snugly to his little boy shorts. “You better tell me what Raccoon Eyes said or so help me-”

--

You’re seated in a dimly lit room, a maroon, velvet loveseat to match the color of the room. You can faintly hear the sound of music playing but you’re too distracted by your racing thoughts. What’s Katsuki up to? Does he miss talking to you as much as you miss talking to him? Is he thinking of you the way you do him? Was coming here a good idea?

You’re taken out of your thoughts when you hear the door open. Thinking it's the dancer Mina hired for you, you keep your gaze downwards. “Listen, I know my friend paid for a dance, but I’m kind of not in the mood. You can keep the money though!” You’re sure to emphasize. When you don’t hear a response you look up and the sight has your jaw dropping.

It’s not a stripper. At least, not any that you were expecting.

It’s Bakugo, clad in the tight golden boy shorts the male strippers are supplied with, along with deep red suspenders securely attached to the shorts. And the cherry on top, the matching red bowtie wrapped around his neck. A gift almost.

His torso is covered in a light sheen, baby oil you presume, and the way his body glistens in the soft lighting has your mouth watering.

“I-” You start, thoroughly taken aback at the sight. Bakugo huffs, a deep blush spreading across his neck as he watches you take him in. It’s definitely an ego boost, the way he renders you speechless. “Like what you see?” He smirks, taking his time in making his way over to you. You feel his rough, calloused hand under your chin, pushing it upwards to close your mouth for you as he slots himself between your legs. “Should close your mouth, sweet pea. Unless you want me to give you a reason to keep it open.” He mutters before trailing his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it downwards to coax your mouth open again. He pushes his thumb in once you grant him access, feeling your tongue swirl around the digit as you suck him into your mouth. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, princess?” He smirks when he hears your soft whine, the words yes, ‘suki being muffled by his thumb.

He pulls his hand away from your mouth before crashing his lips against yours, tongue easily slotting into your mouth, dominating the kiss. He’s everywhere, your mouth, your stomach, your thighs, you feel him, and your pussy throbs at the thought.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” He mutters against your lips, licking along your bottom lip. “So sexy, fuck. See what you do to me, baby?” He asks, taking your hand to feel his erection bulging in his shorts. “F’you. All f’you, baby. Please. Please, let me fuck you, baby.” He practically begs, and you nod, needing to feel him inside you. “Fuck me,” You whimper against his lips. “Please fuck me, ‘Suki. Need you, baby. Please.” You whine, grinding against the thick thigh slotted between your legs. You can feel the muscle in his bare leg and when he flexes it has you grinding against him harder.

“Mhmm, gonna ride my thigh, baby? Gonna get off on just my thigh? Fuckin’ slut.” He groans in your ear, moving to press sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking hickies into the skin. “Do it. Fucking cum for me. Can feel you soaking my leg.” He says between each rough suck into your skin. It’s with those words and a rough pinch to your nipple that has you coming undone, grinding your throbbing clit against his legs as your orgasm washes over you, your moans going straight to Bakugo’s cock. He feels himself throb in his shorts as he moves his mouth back over yours, swallowing your moans.

Your hands are all over, caressing his abs and strong arms, the muscles rippling in his back and Bakugo knows that if he’s not inside you soon he might burst.

He takes off the suspenders and shorts, motioning for you to follow in getting undressed. He’s about to remove the bowtie when you stop him, “What?” He asks, brows furrowed. You look away shyly, before muttering “Could you maybe, keep it on?” He’s confused, but he figures he’s pissed you off already, why not indulge you. He leaves the bowtie on before making his way back over to you, perfectly spread across the loveseat, “You know we don’t have to do this right? I-” “‘Suki, I need you to fuck me. It’s okay, I want this. Want you.” You say, locking your legs around his waist to keep him secure. He nods before kissing you deeply, though it’s different from your earlier kisses. This one is slow, warm and wet. It has your stomach turning in the best way possible. He slowly guides his cock to your entrance, the mushroomed head easing its way into your syrupy entrance, your slick coating his cock to make the glide easier.

Katsuki groans into your mouth when he bottoms out, the warm wetness of your pussy engulfing his cock has him shaking, the way your cunt sucks him in each time he fuck into you turning his brain to mush. It's so good. He swears he’s never felt this way before, almost like his soul is leaving his body each time his heavy balls smack against your ass.

And you’re doing no better, each time the head of his cock hits that special spot inside you, it has you creaming over his cock, a white ring coating his cock at the base, dripping down to his balls. You’re mewling each time one of his rough hands grabs at the fat of your sides, warm mouth engulfing a pert nipple as he sucks on the bud like a newborn baby.

It’s too much, but then again it's not enough. You need more of him, more more more.

He picks up his pace, slamming his cock so hard he’s practically kissing your cervix, sliding a hand in between your legs to rub at your throbbing clit and you’re thrashing, the feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you. “You gonna cum, pretty girl? Can feel you clenching around me, fuck!” He groans, thrusting harder, faster inside you. You whine, nodding your head when suddenly you feel a harsh slap against your clit. You gasp, eyes opening as you look up at Bakugo. “Eyes open, princess. Want you to look at me when you cum. Want you to see who’s making you feel good.” He mumbles into your mouth. You mewl as you tighten around him, you orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You’re sure to keep your eyes on him though, keeping eye contact with Bakugo and it’s the intensity of his stare that has you gushing all over his cock, soaking him in your juices as you squirt for him. The sight has his cock throbbing and with a few more thrusts he’s filling you up, stuffing his cock so deep inside you you’re sure your womb is coated in him, cum hot and thick as he fills you up. The thought has you clenching around him again and he hisses from oversensitivity. He pulls out after a few minutes, his cock no longer plugging up the rush of cum gushing from your spent cunt. The sight has him groaning and well, he can’t leave you all messy, can he?

While you're still coming down from your orgasm, you fail to notice Bakugo making his way down, leaving trails of kisses in his wake. He spreads your pussy lips before taking a bold lick, the feeling causing you to gasp and jerk away from his hold. “‘Suki! No! ‘m too sensitive.” You mutter, trying to push his head away. Bakugo’s undeterred however, holding onto your plump waist and burying his tongue in your cunt, lapping up your shared juices, your combined flavor dancing on his tongue. He moans into your cunt, the feeling traveling throughout your body. You’re writhing beneath him, hips jerking and you’re unsure if you’re trying to pull away or wanting more. Katsuki seems to know the answer as he begins to suck your clit into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue and it’s that which makes you cum for a third time, breath getting caught in your throat as you ride his face, grinding your pussy against his tongue. He’s drinking you up, slurping up everything you have to give him, and it’s then that he realizes he’s been grinding his cock against the couch, his second orgasm washing over him as he eats you out into overstimulation.

He pulls away after a few minutes, you both catching your breaths. He moves to hover over you, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, the taste of you coating your tongue. He pulls away to look you in the eye, almost like he’s searching for something. “I love you.” He says after a few minutes. “I love you.” He repeats, holding you so close you can feel his heart beating in his chest.

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maybe a toji tattoo artist? y/n getting a underboob tattoo maybe.

for ash (in heat)

bahahah xoxo<3

Done.. I don’t even know if this is good? When I was writing it I was like hmm.. I hope it’s okay? I based y/n on ren, hehe.

- ash

tw : smut, nipple play, fingering, cream pie, mutual orgasm, age gap, mocking, perversion, finger sucking, there’s others too heheh 18+.

NSFW 18+

wc : 1.8k

The room was tranquil. Nothing but the small faint beats of korn playing in the back as you swung your legs off the table. Patiently waiting for your tattoo artist to come and ink you up.

You wasn't innocent to tattoos, your body already covered in many images, some big some small. You first became addicted at 18 and now that your reaching 22 it's no different. But this time you wanted something more sensual, something that only the lucky few would be able to see, and there's only one tattoo artist you'd ever trust with that... nobara kugisaki - your bestfriend.

The clock was ticking and it had already been ten minutes you were waiting, what on earth was she doing?

'Sorry I'm late I got caught up with traffic.' An unrecognisable voice called.

Spinning your head around you were hit with the sight of an unfamiliar man. From what it seemed A 40 year old dilf with biceps bigger than your arms. Who on earth is he and why isn't nobara here?

'Erm I think you've got the wrong room...'

'Y/N L/N right?' You saw the flicker of his eyes bounce up towards you, a small tug of his lips as he examines you. Snapping the glove on his hands and making his way over to you, a hand reached out to you...

'Yes?' You reluctantly took it, fingers wrapping around yours as he lingered for a bit too long. Peering at his face you took notice to the small scar tugged on his lip, you felt so small compared to him. His height staggering atleast 6'5, the table you were sat on gave you no height either, made you feel even more vulnerable as you should. The cut of your top giving him an entire view into what he was about to get into.

'I'm Toji fushiguro. Nobara couldn't make it so she asked me to fill in, hope that's okay?' The slight twang of his voice implied his confidence. You knew you wasn't complaining, but a bit of a heads up would be better... 'So... underboob right?'

'Yeah, you sure your qualified? I've never seen you round here before.'

'Why? Think I'm lying?' Grin obvious on his face as he began crouching down. Tugging at your top for you to take it off - simply complying, leaving yourself topless for his eyes to see, not like you cared. 'All these tattoos on me don't show you imma artist?'

His arms and body was scattered in it, spider tattoos, skull tattoos, anything dark was on him. The tensing of his veins made it look even sexier - a content sigh leaving your lips as his tatted fingers began treading on your skin, playing with your nipples as he touches your flesh.

'Whatever, anyways I want a tat like this' swiping up on your phone you show w picture of the words sinner, almost slithering all the way up towards your nipple. The lick of his lips definitely showed his approval.

‘Sinner huh? What’s that about.’

‘Doesn’t matter… anyways could you start?’

'Sure thing, now stay still, this might pinch...' dragging the gun towards your breast you watched how he examined closely what he was doing, gun darting into your skin causing a hiss from your teeth. 'Thought you'd be able to take it better'

'For somebody whose just a fill in, you got a lotta talk old man'

'Old?!' He stopped his movements, looking up at you tryna hold your laugh. Your pretty eyes moving away from him, he didn't even know you. But from how nobara described you he knew you would be a catch - but to see you this up close he knew he would be getting himself into some trouble if he looked more. 'I'm 42? That's not old.'

'Older than me, by 20 years to be exact.'

'Your 22?' His thumbs begin kneading back into the dough of your breasts, a small moan leaving your lips as you feel the warmth of his thumb from within the glove, his cock beginning to twitch from the sound of you 'You got a nice pair for a 22 year old, why you got so many tats?'

'I've been getting them since I'm 18...' eyes clammed shut in an attempt not to scream, this wasn't missed by toji, a small chuckle escaping him as he began massaging your tit again, this time rubbing his thumb against your erect nipple '.. but this ones definitely the most painful...'

'Really? Would've thought this one right here was the most painful.' Eyes dropping towards your exposed thigh, face starting to glow red with the realisation of how close he was...

'Y-yeah, that was actually my first.'

'You got one that close... for your first? Your a brave one princess..'

You shouldn't of felt the flutter in your stomach at the nickname he just gave you, but from how he's looking at you, you really couldnt help it - one glance to his left ring finger showed you everything you needed, completely empty. Not even a dent of a ring. 'Got it for your boyfriend?'

The fan of his breath against you skin alerted you what was happening, and how he was just here to give you a tattoo and go him, but a little harm won't hurt. 'Boyfriend? Nah been single for god knows how long, I don't do relationships...'

'What do you do then?'

'Men.' Your blunt answer earned a laugh and a dart up from him as he placed down his gun, gloves thrown off as he begins licking his thumb, dabbing down with his bare skin on the small smudge he made, only to lightly drag his thumb on your erect nipple, a small gasp escaping your lips.

'Any age requirement?'

'Nope, as long as they are good looking... and hopefully single.' Teeth moving to nibble at your lower lip, his body moving between your legs. Thumb cupping your chin up, peering down at you, you could swear his next words made you internally moan.

'You tryna flirt with me princess...'

‘Don’t be so cocky, but if I was… is that a problem?’

‘No baby…’ his lips nearing towards yours, thumb kneading on your tits ‘…not at all.’

Rapidly, you felt the touch of his lips on you, sucking gently on your thumb, arms wrapped around his head as you felt yourself starting to grind on his abs. Fingers moving to rub gently at your nipples and breasts, trying his best not to touch your new tattoo, fingers darting low to toy at your clit, you could see he takes no time in entertaining women. 'Shit your actually wet..'

'Mmm yeah...' you moan seductively, mind in a frenzy at how his tongue ring rimmed your tongue, not expecting his rugged fingers to begin pushing inside of you so fast. The feeling of his erect cock hitting on your thigh made your stomach begin to churn. 'Fuck- faster..'

'You like that hm? Still an old man to ya?' The scar on his lip tense against your lips, eyes moved down to watch how he pushes inside of you, your head starting to lean back in satisfaction and content. It's like you'd never been touched before… ‘Good girl, fuck- you been this desperate for me hm?’

The way you rode his fingers had him mesmerised, the moans of your body and arch of your back made him closely watch your tattoo, wouldn’t want to ruin any part of your perfect body now. Your edge nearing closer and closer the deeper he got, tips arching up into your g spot, thumb paced on your red clit. He swore he could’ve came at the sight of someone as precious as you, melted down so deep on him. ‘Gonna cum.. fuck…’

The words drawled from your mouth as you gushed all over him, a low whistle escaping him as he watched you become so undone for him. Cum dripping all the way down to the coffin planting right on his knuckle.

Lifting it up to his mouth, you watched him closely lick it up. Lips left with a pop as he slammed his face on you, your sweet cum dropped onto your lips as you mumbled a loud moan. ‘Fuck, wanna see what else this pretty pussy can do.’

He took no time undoing his belt, head fallen on your shoulder as he sucked quickly and harshly at your skin. Eyes widening at the sight of his huge cock, Prince Albert piercing nudged right on his tip. ‘Fuck… your so big.’

‘Yeah baby, that a problem?’ His hand fucking himself off before he swiftly pushed himself inside your tight cunt.

‘Ah- fuck.. n-no problem.’ You wince in slight pain and immense pleasure, his body waiting a second before slamming deep inside you. Your body lowered down so he could see how fucked out you were, your tits jumping with every deep thrust, the new tattoo you just got printed, not even smudged. A small ego boost sent straight to tojis cock from how he twitched inside of you.

‘Feel that huh? Feel this old man deep inside ya?’ Hand moving to plant on your stomach from how he began fucking your cervix, your fucked out eyes moving to glance at him, the bead of sweat trickling down his forehead made you almost go crazy, body clammed down on him. You could hardly breath, throat feeling so tight from all your moaning and the way his fingers crawl up to squeeze at your voice chords and slip down your throat, wrists moving to scratch at his wrists and gag at his touch.

‘I feel ya, fuck yeah- I feel you sooo deep..’ your brain was practically fucked out, his flushed tip nearing you closer and closer to your second orgasm, from how he was looking at you, he wasn’t sure if he was able to pull out on time, the lewd clapping noises of his balls slamming harshly against your skin filled up the room, sounds almost outweighing the music.

‘I’m gonna c-cum…’

‘Let me cum in this pretty f-fucking pussy huh?’ Every word said with a thrust sent deep into your core

‘Yes… yesss please…’

Suddenly you felt yourself squirt all over him, his cum filling your stomach up deep inside releasing a loud scream from you, back arching off the desk, his head thrown back as he kept cumming balls deep inside you, some even trickling down your legs, his fingers moving to plug it straight back inside your pretty, tight pussy.

‘Never did i think I’d be fucking a client..’ his breathless voice began to speak as he watched you almost doze off to sleep, a snap of his fingers in your face alerted you of what was going on, and where you was really at.

‘No way, your not falling asleep princess, still got a tattoo to finish.’

𝔻𝕀𝕃𝔽 𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

cw: chubby! reader, DILF! Osamu, daddy kink, size kink, food play, breeding kink, creampie, mating press, AFAB reader, oral sex, horny horny horny

This one is for the chubby girls <3

DILF Atsumu

I can’t stop thinking about Dilf Osamu. Who’s bulked up in his age, still incredibly strong, but his muscular build is a bit softer now. Big broad shoulders, narrow waist a bit thicker now, and he’s a bit taller these days too.

Dilf Osamu with the biggest, fattest breeder balls that bounce up to slap your clit when he fucks you from behind, his thick calloused fingers gripping your hips as he slams his length into you. That feel so nice and full and round when you bring them into your mouth. That twitch and tighten at even the thought of filling you up. That release the thickest cum,, so much of it you think you might drown.

Dilf Osamu who comes home late after a long day at the shop tired and needy. Needs to recharge, needs to feel you, needs to let off steam from work, but is too exhausted to go all out. So he just lays on top of you, letting his full weight crush you, pinning you to the mattress as he lazily fucks into you. His arms around you holding you close, as he works his hips, his face buried in your neck, peppering soft kisses and whispering small praises. “Dont worry, babydoll, daddy’s got you. Doin’ so good,”

Loves it when you call him daddy.

Dilf Osamu who lets out heavy breaths and genuine groans instead of overplayed and pitched moans. The sounds he makes in bed could make you drool~

Dilf Osamu with a big wide tongue <3 he eats you like a meal, takes his time to really savor it. Who says “I’m eating for me, not you.” and really means it. He eats you out like he’s in a dream, entranced by the way you feel in his mouth. Loves the act of it.

Dilf Osamu who likes food play. Who’ll spray whip cream on your tits just to look you in the eyes as he runs his tongue over your chest. Who’ll playfully splash you with powdered sugar when you’re both in the kitchen just to lick it off every inch of your body. Who’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking and smear chocolate syrup on your neck, giggling as you squeak in your surprise, and tell you not to let the food burn while he licks you clean, hands traveling into your pants as he licks a thick stripe up your neck.

Dilf Osamu who loves chubby girls. Revels in the way your thighs squish under his big hands and the way your tummy folds as he fucks you in a mating press. Obsessed with the feeling of bigger boobs <3 loves the weight of them in his hands, doesn’t feel right unless your nipples in the center of his palm. He’s constantly on them, during the day and during play, and your hips, please, he is a man obsessed when it comes to your body. You’re just his type. You’re his dream girl, he’s so into thicker women. he’s got heart eyes for soft arms and side profiles. Feeds you well to keep you in perfect condition to carry his kids <3

are requests still open? if so then can i request something like when you open your arms in front of them abruptly? for suna, kuroo, osamu and iwaizumi. thank you.

standing with your arms open in front of them !

ft. suna, kuroo, osamu, iwaizumi

warnings. very slightly suggestive in iwa's

SUNA

he was drinking water when you waltzed up to him, standing with arms wide open and a blank face. "what are you doing?" he asks, closing the bottle cap before wiping stray drops of water from his lips. a seconds pass as suna waits for your response, sighing before wrapping his arms around your waist, planting a soft peck on your lips. a smile climbs up your face as your arms snake around his neck, his cheeks adorned with a faint dust of pink at the close proximity. "you could've said if you wanted to kiss me, pretty."

KUROO

he stayed up late to work, as usual, and now that you're standing in his study, kuroo is hurriedly shutting down his laptop, stuffing the papers in his drawer as strings of apologies roll down his lips; only to pause as his gaze settles on you standing with your arms wide open. "what, you want me to lift you up?" you don't respond, letting him take his time with arranging his files before his eyes come back to you again. "gosh yn, you're not five anymore." he chuckles, switching off the lights, and you still don't respond, standing in the same stance with eyes fixed on him. "geez, okay," and before you know it, you're in his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso as a gasp falls off your lisp, "tetsu i'm going to fa—" he cuts you off with a chase kiss. "not when i'm here." and his lips land on yours once again.

OSAMU

he was cooking when you randomly dropped by in the kitchen, a smile dancing on his lips that disappeared as soon as you spread your arms abruptly. "do you want anything?" he asks, waiting for a response. "no? do you want a hug?" still no response, and even though his face might not show it, osamu finds this cute. you're about to voice your requests when he pulls you into a warm embrace, engulfing you in his arms with his face buried in the crook of your neck, tracing soft kisses on your skin. your eyes widen is surprise, clearly not expecting this response from him. he pulls back, planting his lips on your forehead before letting his eyes meet yours. "is that what you wanted?"

IWAIZUMI

my guy iwaizumi knows. he's not a stranger to your tricks and antics, almost catching up on your pranks quick enough to leave you unsatisfied. and now that you're standing in front of him with your arms wide open, you don't expect a varied expression. "last time you did something like had, we ended up breaking your favourite vase." he speaks, reminding you of when you randomly opened your mouth in front of him, which somehow lead to a heated make out session and a broken vase lying on your bedroom floor. "you're such a baby, yn," that's all he says before pulling you in his arms, head resting on top of yours while your face is buried in his chest. "i love you," — "iwa, i can't breathe—"

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♡ Sharing -: ✧ :-゜・．

✧ Summary: Haikyuu captains sharing you with their best friends.

✧ Characters: Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Sugawara, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Ushijima, Tendou, Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, Akaashi.

✧ CW. AFAB reader, consensual cucking, voyeurism, dom! W/sub! Reader, size k!nk, dacryphilia, oral (m. & f. Receiving), fingering, spank!ng, dirty talk, pu$sy slap, edging, overstim, full Nelson, chok!ng, degradation, praise, handjob(?), exhibitionism, MDNI

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»» Oikawa + Iwaizumi

“If you want to come you better beg." A deep growl falls on your ears but how can you form any words when the muscular ace has his cock buried so deep inside you. Rough palms pressed your knees to your chest and with each thrust, he hit your cervix

"Hajime, please please, need to cum s'bad," Your clouded mind forgot your brunette lover's presence. But you're soon reminded when your wrist is grabbed by a large hand,"No slacking off, baby." Oikawa guides your fist on his cock, leaky tip throbbing under your touch.

“Don’t forget who you belong to.” The possessive tint to his words made your pussy clench around his friend's cock,"'m sorry, Tooru," Your hand resumes to jerk him while Iwaizumi wrecked your pussy with rough strokes right on your cervix.

Just as you feel the band in your belly snap, a feeling of emptiness washes over you. The spikey haired ace fisted his angry red dick at the sight of you whimpering underneath them,"Aww, did you really think you're allowed to cum on anything other than my cock?"

Oikawa coos, kneading your breasts in his large palms before pinching the hard buds harshly. Iwaizumi chuckles at your squeak, releasing hot spurts of white on your fluttering cunt. He delivered a hard slap on your pussy,"Be good f'your boyfriend, yeah?"

»» Daichi + Sugawara

“You feel amazing.” Pretty brown eyes admire you with gentle hands tracing your body,"No more," Your hot palms pressed on the setter's chest as your body trembled above him,"No more, daddy." Your eyes flew to land on the captain's dark brown ones, begging for relief.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” His smirk told you he won't let you rest anytime soon, “Be a good girl for daddy.” Sugawara's hands cupped your breasts as they slid up your torso slowly, drumming his fingers gently on your heated skin

"Yeah be a good girl for daddy." With a shuddering breath, you resume bouncing on the grey haired man's cock, your pussy quivering from overstimulation. They had made you cum thrice on their mouths and fingers before this and you're sure the session is barely over,

"Think you can take Asahi next, baby?"

»» Ushijima + Tendou

Through your blurred gaze you could see the red haired man's smirk,"You look cute like this, baby." Breasts heaving with shallow pants from the two men's antics as you whimper,"'Toshi, please, lemme cum, will be good f'ya'."

Your sob clashes with Tendou's chuckle,"Where's the fun in that?" Long fingers slide inside your folds with ease,"When we can have you moaning like a whore like this," Your thighs close around his arm when he nudges your sweet spot again.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.” A deep voice rumbles near your chest and soon your nipple is engulfed in a hot mouth,"Maybe he'll let you cum then." You don't believe him but you obey your dark haired boyfriend's words anyway.

Ushijima gives a rewarding tweak to your other bud and watches with amused eyes as you squirm under him. Tendou hums, pressing his thumb to your clit and teasing the puffy bundle of nerves till you're crying out all sweet for him,“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you." Maybe he will let you cum this time.

»» Kuroo + Kenma

“Use your tongue.” Kuroo whispered into your skin as his hands wrapped around your body, holding you still for his friend. Dyed blond locks brushed soft on your thighs with Kenma's hum resonating against your wet folds.

The setter pressed a kiss on your puffy clit before licking a smooth strip up your slit. Kuroo's knees held your legs apart so that you don't crush Kenma's head. A globe of hot liquid dropped on your pussy followed by a soft snicker.

Your head falls back on the team captain's shoulders with an unintentionally loud moan as Kenma slides in two slender fingers through your entrance.

"Be quiet," Kuroo purrs in your ear, fingers massaging your breasts through your shirt. He's got you on his lap in the boy's locker room as his friend knelt between your legs,“If we get caught I’m killing you.”

Your complain dies down to a whimper when Kenma curls his fingers upwards,“Oh kitten, don’t make me tell you twice." Kuroo pinches both your nipples with a devious smirk.

»» Bokuto + Akaashi

Your mind is foggy as your jaw aches from hanging open for so long but the hand behind your your head keeps you from pulling away as the dark haired setter in front of you continued to fuck your face,“You’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.”

A moan vibrated on Akaashi's cock at his captain's words,"Fuck," Hearing the usually composed and calculated man curse under his breath made a fresh gush of arousal wash over you,"Oh, oh fuck,” Bokuto's golden eyes roll back from how good your cunt feels around him, tighter and wetter than ever before.

“You can get louder, can’t you?” His grip on your hips becomes almost bruising as he goes harder, plunging his cock deeper. Bringing his palm down on your ass, Bokuto snickers,"Be a bit louder for us, yeah?" Akaashi's hips stutter from the loud whimper you let out. His vein pulses on your tongue before he's cumming in your mouth,"Swallow."

Another slap is delivered on the aching cheek when you falter at your boyfriend's command. His junior shudders when he feels you gulp around his sensitive cock before pulling out,"Good girl." He caresses your tear stained face. Your arms give out under you when Bokuto starts fucking you mercilessly.

Grabbing your wrists, he pulls them behind you as his hips met yours with messy wet slaps,"Now, I want to hear you scream."

»» Kita + Aran

"Too big," You huff, pressing your cheek to the sheets,"Please, can't." A dark hand takes your chin softly and turns you to face brown eyes,"But you're doing s'good for me, darling." Aran pants as your walls wrap snug around his hard length,"She can take it,"

Your lashes flutter up to meet your boyfriend's eyes, a regaled shade of lust hazing them. Kita smiled down at you,"Right?"

Not trusting your voice, you nod with a whimper. Immediately cursing yourself for that when Aran thrusts lightly inside you and your back arches because of how his thick cock pushes in your tight cunt

"Aran, please," The said man can't help the low growl originating in his chest at your mewl.

You look so cute like this, tiny hands clawing at his bare chest as he fucks you dumb in front of his captain,"Hm, darling?" His appreciative hum is followed by a roll of his hips, he'll show you just how grateful he is that he got to be here, buried in your pussy.

Bonus:

»» Kita + Atsumu

“This feels dirty.”

“That's because it is.” Kita's lips mould into a smirk at his junior's words. You tuck your face in the blond's neck with a whimper,“Don’t pretend to be s'innocent.” The wall is cold on your naked back but Atsumu's body is hot against yours,"Not when yer' takin' my dick s'well."

His lips are a breath away from the shell of your ear. Large palms hooked under your thighs to hoist you up as he rut into you, cock hitting all the good places inside your pussy,"In front of yer' boyfriend none the less."

"'Tsumu!" Your ankles lock around his waist as your arms wrap around his shoulders,"Aw are ya' shy?" He bites your earlobe, pulling it slightly before releasing the burning cartilage. You whimper in response,"Drop the facade, y/n."

A cool hand slithers around your neck before fingers press into your jaw and turn you to meet the blond's captain,"I know you love this." Kita's lips are on yours, whisper fanning your skin before he kissed you

"No need to pretend you don't want Atsumu's cock to rearrange your guts." His words made your walls squeeze impossibly around his junior, who grunted and stilled so as not to cum right away,"Yeah? That right, baby?"

You whimper against your white haired boyfriend's lips,"Then admit it."

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Daily Ride

Fushiguro Toji x gn!reader

!! 18+ !! MINORS DNI !!

cw: porn lol, reader’s kind of a perv, mentions of stalking and masturbation, slight mommy and daddy kink?, breeding kink, Toji is rough, penetration, overstimulation, no verbal consent.

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When your friends asked you why you started going to the 10am classes instead of the 8am ones your group usually attended you had to gather strength and try to keep your mouth shut, come up with a dumb excuse. You sealed your lips, you couldn't tell them you had changed your whole schedule due to some hot man in his 30’s, who was nowhere near interested in you. So you lied.

“Oh it’s just that the 10:30am bus is usually way too busy, the 12:30pm one is better. Just that.”

They didn’t question your reasons, but they didn’t believe you either.

Every day at 12:30 you’d get on the bus and look around for big pecs and strong arms before taking a seat or making some place for yourself. Your well-behaved-polite-sweet-citizen-persona soul would leave your body as soon as your eyes caught sight of him, pushing old people and sitting down where pregnant women should be doing so, resting their aching legs. There was no innocent child nor tired middle age worker that could steal your chance of getting a good look at those thick thighs.

Were there times when you felt guilty? Dirty? Disrespectful? Yes, of course. This wasn’t your normal self acting, it was the part of you who was obsessed with the hot daddy who’d take the same bus as you every business day at midday, his cute little son always next to him. It felt so wrong, once you’d get home and think about his hands gripping your thighs, holding them open and burying his head between your legs.

But part of that guilt made it all a little bit more exciting, in some way. Just knowing that what you were doing wasn’t right, that the way you looked at him was obscene and inappropriate, there were people around you but none of them knew any of the dirty little things that crossed your mind.

It’d get even worse during busy rides, when he had to stand and hold onto the tube or rest his back against a window, his son in his arms and his veins noticeable. Would his veins stick out like that in every part of his body?

Once he stood next to you, his back to your face with the little guy facing your way over his shoulder. You’d heard him call him by the name Megumi. He looked exactly like his father except he did actually smile every once in a while.

You didn’t mean to do it on purpose, he was just so cute with his chubby cheeks and grabby hands. It all started with you making funny faces at him, sticking out your tongue, crossing your eyes, anything that’d get him close to smiling. You gave up at some point and turned your back to him. It felt like you had been rejected not only by the big man but by his child as well.

Taking out your phone and clicking on instagram, you started playing with the app’s filters. One of a puppy popped up and you heard a small gasp behind you. Looking closely into the screen you saw Megumi’s face, the filter had caught sight of his form apparently and now the kid had two fluffy ears and a pink nose. He looked so cute you didn’t have the heart to take the filter off, instead you started playing with the effects and had the boy captivated by your “skills”. You looked for more animal filters and humored the infant.

It wasn’t until you put a frog one that you noticed a scary face appearing on your front camera. It was Megumi’s dad, who had turned around when he heard his son squeal at the elephant filter. You froze for a few seconds, then put your phone back in your pant’s pocket and played dumb, the only thing you knew how to do.

After that Megumi started waving at you everytime you got into the bus, bringing his dad’s attention to your form, standing scared and turned on in a corner of the vehicle. You cursed the gremlin for that, but were also glad his daddy was finally looking at you, even if it was with a judge-full stare.

Exam’s weak came and your schedule was fucked up. Again. Some of your professors decided to take the exams really late in the afternoons, so you got out of uni a bit too late. It was winter so the days were shorter, the sun going down by the time you were heading towards the bus stop.

One night you had to take the 10pm bus and were surprised with familiar dark eyes staring into yours. He still wore that cold expression on his face, indifference. You thought about saying something to him, maybe waving like his kid would wave at you? Shit you actually needed that little bastard.

You decided against it, sitting on a seat diagonally in front of him, a few feet ahead. That way you could check him out without being intimidated by his presence, it was just you and three other people inside the bus after all.

“What’s your name?” His voice caught you off guard and you did a little jump in your seat. Was he talking to you? He had to be, the other people were a bit too far to hear him and two of them had their earphones in.

You looked up from his thighs full of shame you’d been caught staring, again. You told him your name, it was almost a whisper.

His eyes burned your skin as he scanned your face and body, stopping at your hands and licking his bottom lip.

“Hm.” That was all he said.

If you had been disrespectful with the way you looked at him for the past weeks, he was practically violating every right regarding one’s privacy. He wasn’t physically close to you but you could feel his hands touching you, squeezing your thighs and slapping your ass, leaving wet kisses all over your neck.

“Come sit over here.” His eyes never leaving yours.

His intentions weren’t clear to you, but you weren’t about to miss out on such an opportunity. Getting up from your seat and walking carefully over to the one in front of him, your hands gripping the hard material of the armrest to keep you steady. You were hesitating, part of you was intrigued and the other going completely nuts.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite.” And before you could stop yourself…

“That’s a shame.” your mouth betrayed you.

You cursed yourself for being so stupidly horny foward, all that time keeping your distance and tryring not to expose yourself (lustful stares apart) for nothing. He smiled though, it was small but you could see his lip scar wrinkle. Fuck he was so hot.

“So you’re as bold with words as you are with your body language I guess” he said as you sat down in front of him.

You weren’t, you really weren’t. You were just a dumb uni student heading straight to horny jail. You stayed silent, you knew if you opened your mouth you’d just make a fool of yourself. Instead, your eyes roamed his body once again, you’d memorized every dip and curve of it but the burning sensation in your lower belly would never get old.

You wanted to play along, to be cocky, maybe a little slutty but you didn’t have it in you. You didn’t need to though, he wasn’t a fan of talking after all.

To anyone else looking at you it would’ve seemed strange, how you looked at him through your lashes and bit your lip nervously, leg bouncing up and down in an anxious rhythm. You moved first, lifting up your right foot and pressing against his right leg, going up to his thigh without breaking eye contact. Your breathing was heavy and his eyes were half lidded, not a single reaction on his face. Once you reached his bulge you decided to look down, hungry and expectant, shifting in the bus seat to try and change your position to a more… relieving one.

Before you could sort of stroke his length with your dirty shoe, his hand came down and made its way inside your loose pants. He gripped your calf and pulled, getting your bottom half of your body to slide off the seat and be almost resting on his lap. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, your back was slightly arched and your ass was hanging at the edge of the cushioned seat. Either way, he managed to snake his hand up your leg and reach your thigh, gripping and massaging the meat and fat covering your bones. You wanted to squeal.

It wasn’t enough and he knew it, but he kept playing with your legs, squishing and pinching. He even rested one of your feet up on his shoulder and bit your ankle.

It was just you two and one more passenger left in the bus when he leaned over your worked up body and manhandled you onto his lap, placing you right on top of his hardening, covered, dick. You wanted so badly to rip his clothes off right there and then, but it would’ve been impossible with the other person and the driver in there with you as well. So you had to make do of what you had.

You started rocking your hips and finally caught his lips in yours, biting and sucking, running your tongue over his scar. Your hands were on his hair, tugging, making him grunt and feeding your ego with every moan he tried to swallow. The friction between your bodies was enough to relieve your pulsating sex but not quite what you wanted, you needed him.

You tried to unbutton his jeans several times, but each one he’d grab your hands and lick your fingers or distract you in some other way, biting your earlobe, groping your ass, running his hands under your shirt and over your perky nipples. It was hard keeping your mouth shut, trying not to moan or whine, but you had to if you wanted it to last.

He kept teasing you for a while, until you realized the bus was nearing your stop and couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please just let me cum, please I promise I-I won’t stare at you anymore I-I’ll stop being a perv please just-” You couldn’t stop your little slut speech because his hands were down on his jeans, unbuttoning and pulling down enough to free himself from his underwear.

“Jesus, are you that desperate?” His tone was condescending, a cocky look on his face. He got close to your ear and whispered. “You really want me to fuck you in this bus? You’ve grown tired of your own fingers not living up to your fantasies huh?”

All you could do was nod, his cheek against yours and his lips brushing your ear were making your hormones go crazy. His hands were on your lower back, digging into your skin and pushing the fabric covering your ass. He lowered your pants enough to leave your hole out in the air, clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

Now this man wasn’t patient, but there was no way you could’ve known that. He pushed two fingers past your lips and inside your mouth, covered them in your own saliva and then brought them down to your hole, pushing past your entrance and opening you up roughly. It stinged and you almost let out a yelp, but his other hand covered your mouth.

“Shut up dummy, don’t be a brat we both know you can take it.” His words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did, he was mean and not gentle at all, but you couldn’t lie. You both could feel how you’d hug his fingers tight even though you tried to push away, moving your pelvis backwards only to fall back down and making his fingers go deeper inside you.

He didn’t take his time, after a few thrusts of his fingers going in and out, curling and scissoring, he took them out and grabbed around his dick, his thumb running over the pink tip. You had been so busy trying to keep your mouth shut while he abused your little hole that you hadn’t even taken a look at him. He was thick, not too long but not short either, but what really caught your attention was the head of his cock. So pink, so glossy with precum, you wanted to lick it and maybe even graze your teeth slightly over it just to get a reaction out of him. It looked so sensitive, maybe he’d moan-or even better, he’d whine.

A burning sensation brought you back to reality, the painful push of his fat member trying to follow the path his fingers did a few seconds ago. His hand was still over your mouth, so big and rough muffling every little sound you made, maybe even wiping a few tears that’d roll down your cheeks. It was such an overwhelming sensation, his grip on your hip, his cock inside of you, pushing and poking, his hand almost suffocating you and his unsteady breathing on your ear.

You pictured his red tip, soft and glistening with juices, pressing against your insides, every hit sending shivers down his spine and making his legs feel weak. You could tell he was aroused, even more than you, he had lost complete control of his breathing, his hip thrusts were getting erratic and the way he was squishing your skin made you feel like you were the one in control, not him. It didn’t matter, ‘cause you came first.

For a moment, you really thought the one losing their mind was him, even though you had been the one stalking him, observing from a distance, touching yourself to the thought of him. Hell you didn’t even know his name yet you’d go home every night from monday to friday, ready to take your clothes off and moan “daddy” and other imaginary names you’d give to his image. So it shouldn’t have surprised you when he made you come in less than 10 minutes, by hitting that special spot repeatedly and biting on your neck.

It took him five more minutes to reach his orgasm and you didn’t even complain from the overstimulation, you accepted it gladly. You felt so warm once he stuffed you full of his cum, white gloss trying to escape your hole once he pulled out.

“There you go, maybe you could be Megumi’s new mama, if you weren’t such a dummy.”