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Damn Saïx is so hot like damn like fuck bro like ugh
I wonder how big Robert wadlow's dick was
Toji loves his son’s chubby little day care teacher. The way you care for his boy is seen in and out of school. Megumi is just a little kinder and more cooperative than ever after having you as his teacher and Toji sees this. He’s grateful that you provide a fulfillment he can’t provide. But he’s just a man. And a damn hungry one. He love that pretty full body, the way your dresses hug your hips and the fullness of your ass has him reeling. When he sees you bend over and the bit of cleavage spills from your top mad him chuckle to himself. So constantly reminds you his doors are open. He flirts with you, opens your doors, fixes whatever you want without a compliment. He loves telling you how much Megumi thinks of you, to him it’s like father like son. So when Toji finally gets you to come to him, begging him to scratch that itch? Nothing but a chuckle escapes his hips. His dick has been stroked to the thought of you sitting on his face for weeks. The mere thought of him rubbing your soft tummy has given him the hardest cock he’s had since his youth. So he fucks you like he’s about to lose you. He savors the way your clit taste. His tongue works slow strokes of varying pressures on your sopping cunt. When you stroke him with your tits he thinks he might die then and there. When he finally cracks you open and folds your legs to your ears he’s in heaven. His cock just rests between your pussy lips as he slowly savors the image. When he finally pushes in and both you and him moan in tandem. Your tits pushed together and entrapped by your full belly. Toji swears he’s in heaven. The way you’re moaning and gripping his dick along with this killer view? He doesn’t think he can simply give it up. He wants to come home to this every night
Such a Slut
Bakugou Katsuki x afab reader
Contains: slight breath play, 'dom' reader, 'switch' Bakugou, language, marking, kissing, v v tiny 'handjob' (if you can even call it that), degrading, think that's it?
A/N: please someone tell me WHERE to get the pretty little banners from, the smutty ones, the cute ones. I just want some pretty banners cuz I feel like my posts need to be prettier. Also venturing out a little here with Bakugou, really hope I did him some justice. I just wanna put him in his place sometimes, you know? Fuck with him a little. As always, read with caution and such. Word count is a little over 1,000. If that matters.
Thirst Thursday?
“You’re such a slut, Katsuki.”
The blonde whips his head toward you, his ruby-red eyes wide in shock and anger. “Hah?! The fuck did you just call me?! You damn-” You giggle, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, cutting him off, “You’re a slut.” Katsuki's face turns redder by the second, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles begin turning white, small blasts coming from them. You swear you could see steam shooting from his ears.
“I mean look at you. Dressed like a slut.” You grin cheekily, teasingly, and he scowls. “The fuck do you mean? How is my hero suit slutty?” It brings you the utmost joy. The utmost pleasure seeing him so furious. You smirk, “Oh come on, Katsuki. You don’t see it?” Your words only seem to anger him further, you can see it. In the way his nostrils flare, the way the veins in his neck seem to bulge out, and the way his forehead begins to dampen with sweat. All because of you.
His stance his deliciously broad shoulders hidden in his sleek hero suit are tense, like the rest of him is. His fingers clench and unclench, his hard gaze fixed on you and that stupid, shit-eating grin you continue to wear. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not a slut and I never-” You cut him off, faking a pout, “Oh but Katsuki, you are. A big slut, and you pretend you aren’t but deep down you are. The biggest, sluttiest-” This time, it’s him who cuts you off, speaking through gritted teeth, his fist slamming into a nearby wall. “I swear if you call me that one more goddamn time, I’m gonna blow your fuckin’ head off! You hear me, Y/N?! I’m not no damn slut! It’s my goddamn hero suit, you brainless twig! Idiot! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but stop calling me that!”
You feign innocence, tapping your index finger against your lip. “Calling you what, Katsuki? A slut?” You smirk as his hand slams into the wall again, denting it this time, and curses tumble from his lips. “Damn you, Y/N! The hell is wrong with you?! I warned you, didn’t I?!” His heavy boots thump thump thump towards you and, in a matter of seconds, he’s looming over you. His hands come crashing into the wall on either side of your head, caging you between it and his body, his voice low and menacing. Bingo.
“You little brat. Calling me a slut. Who the fuck do you think you are? I bet you’re some little freak who gets off on this shit. Your panties drenched or something? Filthy fucking brat. This must be some sick fetish of yours, right? Something you do before you go rub one out? You’re pathetic and sick, Y/N. I’m gonna beat the living shit outta you, you goddamn-”
“Kiss me.” He freezes, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open in shock. He stares at you, dumbfounded, dizziness overcoming him, and everything else fades away. Time seems to slow around him now, his mind replaying your words over, and over again. He can’t believe it. Just minutes ago you were insulting him and now you want him to…kiss you? His anger just dissipates in an instant, shock showing in his features, except in his eyes. His eyes hold a different emotion, a certain desire. You smirk, satisfaction showing in your features, a certain smugness he wishes he could wipe off.
So he does.
He grabs you, holds you firmly against him, presses his big, bulky frame against your smaller one, and crashes his lips onto yours. It’s a messy kiss, an angry one. His gloved hand tangles in your hair, his fingers gripping and tugging at the strands to force your head back. His free hand, which was gripping resting on your hip, moves up to rest on the wall behind you, his palm flattening against it. He feels like he’s got the upper hand, especially when he further traps you between his body and the wall behind you. So, when he parts his lips and swipes his tongue along your bottom one, he expects you to open your mouth and grant him the access he’s demanding.
He doesn’t expect your hand to wrap around his throat. For you to squeeze your hand, cutting off his oxygen. He doesn’t expect you to part your lips, for your tongue to venture into his mouth and dominate the kiss he was once in control of. He doesn’t expect you to push him back, to guide him until the backs of his deliciously muscular thighs meet a wooden table. He doesn’t expect your lips to wrap around his tongue, for your hand to tighten around his throat again. And he certainly doesn’t expect the guttural groan that slips past his lips.
Of all the things he never expected, he certainly didn’t expect to enjoy this treatment. Especially from you. But when he feels the familiar tightening of his pants he knows he needs more. Before he can even think of taking back control, your free hand travels down his chest and your lips leave his. Tracing over the muscles of his toned torso, your lips press against his defined jaw before moving down to the column of his throat.
As your hand continues to make its way down, your lips press hot, wet kisses along his throat, licking, sucking, and biting the sensitive skin there, pulling more groans from him. His breath hitches when your fingers graze against his throbbing dick confined in his pants. Just as he’s about to roll his hips forward, seeking more of your touch, you pull your hand away. A chuckle slips past your lips as you kiss your way up to his ear, your lips grazing the tip of it, your voice dropping noticeably. “Now now Katsuki. I thought you weren’t a slut? What happened?”
A low growl, a rumble from his chest, reverberates through your body as he speaks deathly low, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. “What the fuck-” He’s cut off mid-sentence by you firmly squeezing the bulge, even more prominent now. He hisses softly at the sudden friction, his hips rolling into your palm unconsciously, his mind beginning to cloud over. He thanks whatever god there is when your hand slowly rubs across his clothed dick instead of pulling away, giving him a taste of what he could have.
His eyes flicker up to yours, down to your hand rubbing against his bulge, then back up to your eyes, unsure of where to settle his gaze. Your lips graze his ear once more as you move in to kiss him. Stopping just mere inches away from his lips, your breath fans across his face softly as you murmur. “It’s okay, Katsuki. Don’t worry. You’re my slut.”
"And I'll treat you accordingly."
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(Gifs not mine, credits to owners)
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