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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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

THE THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE, gojou satoru.

gojou satoru x fem!reader. modern!au. hate sex. hair pulling. creampies. spanking. slight degradation. reader is a meanie. short and sweet.

CONTENT rated m for mature.

“IF MY DICK IS SO BORING WHY’FE YOU MOANING LIKE BITCH IN HEAT?” Gojou yanks your hair back even harder. “Tell me how good it feels. Admit it."

You wanted nothing more than to scream that he fucked worse than his worse enemy would. It was there. It was screaming inside of you. But good taste only barely prevailed in your spiral down.

"And lift your dicks ego? No thanks."

It was weak. Limp. But it was effective. A poor joke always worked just enough to push Gojou off the edge. At least when he was in this state. You got spanked, sent into the dreamy joy of pain that you were open to moaning through, knowing you courted insanity, your actions contradicting your words, but you didn't care. You craved more of these mad pressures, more of the fire and the heat and the want with the white haired fool that kept you invested. You wanted more of whatever you could get, and your actions transcended reason.

Whatever Gojou felt about this, right now, it felt good, and he was happy to keep going, keep pounding, just losing himself to pure spectacle and chaos, to a fire beyond sense. He wanted this, and he felt overjoyed about letting it push him, giving up completely. With a mad, balls deep thrust into you, he let everything go. His hips were ready, slamming messily and mercilessly forward as he filled you up. Again. “Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever fucked…shit.”

He'd lost track of the unprotected creampies he'd given you now, but he knew one more wasn't going to be the deciding factor on anything, slamming forward and filling you up with the hot, messy joy of another load. He sent you squealing into joy, noisy and chaotic and full of frenzied delight, a passion and a bliss to give in to completely, and he was happy to let all of it push him. You trembled under the thrill of another climax, another load leaving your pussy feeling warm, dizzy, and overwhelmed. It was just what you needed, the continued slide into chaos for a girl ready to give up compeltely, and Gojou didn't care about thought or control. Not with your cunt wrapped greedily around his cock, pulsating with every whine and shiver, filled to the brim with his seed, and his seed only. It was just warmth, just delight, just perfection.

possessive boyfriend atsumu who always wants to be near you and fill you up with his cum <3

you're going to the store? he'll shove your panties aside and fuck you senseless, shooting load after load until you're completely full and dizzy with thoughts of him. surely, you can't leave without his cum dribbling out of your hole and leaking down your thighs so everyone knows you're taken.

you're studying and need to focus? how about let atsumu tests your focus by cockwarming you? he promises he won't move, just want to feel your tight hole around my dick, that's all, he says. but you can't expect him to sit still when you keep squirming and tightening up, can you? so the next time you shift in his lap, he'll bend you over the table and drills feverishly into you like there's no tomorrow.

he just loves the sight of his cum frothing between your legs, knowing fully well that you're his.

rapport.

ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader 

ଘ genre: smut, alternate universe ( canon divergence ), toji lives, housewife!reader, husband!toji, stoner!toji 

ଘ word count: est. 6.3k 

ଘ beware: fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, big daddy toji, filthy smut i am not ashamed, dirty talk, pet names, lots of cussing, usage of marijuana, usage of alcohol (briefly), oral sex (m!receiving, f!mentioned), choking, toji is 6′5″ and has a monster cock (get off your ass and get on the court with lebron), slight dubcon, daddy kink, size kink, degradation, overstimulation, descriptions of rough sex, unprotected sex (toji is the type to say he’s too big for condoms lbr), anal play, cum play, watersports (briefly mentioned), some descriptions of marijuana, toxic relationships, a slight tiny moment where toji’s implied to be a cheater but not really, slight angst if you squint, deadbeat husband and father fushiguro toji, soft toji at the end because why not

ଘ synopsis: you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you expected both of you to come home to an empty house at some point in your relationship. what you didn’t expect was the love of your life neglecting you after disappearing for months. mind clouded with need for him, you’ve decided enough is enough. attention will be had. 

ଘ song recommendation: lose my mind - tamia, some nights - taeyeon, nasty - ariana grande

ଘ notes:  read on ao3.  i’m not new to writing fics, but i am new to writing jjk fics. i’m down bad for any man who brings a glock to a dragon fight and that man rn is toji. i hope you enjoy reading 6k of toji being a lil nasty! reblogs and interactions are loved!

how in the hell did you end up becoming involved with the sorcerer killer? sure, many girls your age were thrilled by the concept of a bad boy, that was true. bad boys, meaning, trust fund posers who drove motorcycles co-signed by their rich ceo daddies; drenched down in designer cologne, shades, and italian leather jackets to look the part. frauds. little boys. girls like you did not get involved with dangerously handsome men, infamous assassins like fushiguro toji. so why did you? 

you wonder this each day. not a second guess or regret of your decision to be with him, but more like a recurring thought in your head at all hours when he isn’t around. during any task, too. as you pick up a bloody shirt he threw haphazardly over the couch in the apartment. while scrubbing a spot on a dirty plate as you washed the dishes from last night’s dinner he didn’t come home to. when you lay awake at night with stubborn tears in your eyes, loneliness capsizing your happiness and cold sheets making you miss the warmth of his hulking body next to you in bed. 

you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you craved the attention of a lover and he didn’t. you expected both of you to come home to an empty apartment at some point, not just you. you were a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and toji killed people like you every day for a pack of cigarettes and a quick buck he could blow in a back alley card game. your naivety had you anticipating an average modern day couple with jobs and schedules that didn’t agree with each other. you were wrong, of course. because here you were, missing him, dressed in one of his big ol’ tees that his scent still clung to. day 31 of hoping for him to come home— fushiguro toji’s meek and mild little wifey. 

he’d been a decent boyfriend as far as you could remember. he didn’t spoil you like he spoiled his gambling problem, but he held your hand as you two went on whatever date you wanted. he whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises in your ear at dinner. he brought home gifts occasionally, claiming he thought it was your birthday when it wasn’t. he’d been a decent boyfriend, but he hasn’t been a good husband at all. 

yes, you married him. in secret. the great adversary of jujutsu society. 

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𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ─┈ gojo satoru.

wc: 1.2k.

content warning: fingering, squirting, praise, slight overtimulation, soft satoru once again.

a/n: wrote this in like half an hour, could’ve been less but i kept screaming into my pillow, anyways this is the result of me not being able to stop thinking about this stupid man all day </3

Dense, heavy, that’s how the room felt right now. Your cheeks burned like fire itself thanks to the intense heat, not being able to even control your breathing when it became more and more labored with his every calculated movement.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”, a sweet like honey voice whispered in your ear, huskier and thick than usual, attracting butterflies to your stomach as his thrusts turned slower and more precise each past second.

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