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Slip

Bokuto’s been on the brain lately that’s all I’m saying | cw: smut, fem!reader, shower sex, size kink, little bit of manhandling | wc: 1.5k

Bokuto Koutarou is a large man.

He’s always been pretty big, even as a baby, all chubby cheeks and chunky thighs and wide, golden eyes. As a teen, he was taller than most, and starting to fill out his volleyball uniform quickly from training so much. And now, as an adult, he’s the star of his fans' wildest fantasies.

Bokuto is beautifully sculpted, the result of so much hard work, and he’s all yours.

Strong, broad shoulders and biceps that you can’t even fit two hands around, flex and bulge under his shirts when he lifts you excitedly in greeting. Pecs that double as the perfect pillows when you’ve had a long day, along with meaty thighs, and an ass that’s annoyingly perkier than your own. He can easily toss you around as though you weigh nothing more than a bag of flour.

But sometimes, he doesn’t know his own strength.

Under the hot spray of the shower, you rinse out your shampoo, distantly hearing the sound of the front door swinging shut. The bathroom door is unlocked since you’re home alone, and Bokuto takes advantage of that knowledge, barging in and quickly shedding his workout gear.

“At least knock first, Kou.”

“Relax, baby.” He slides the shower door open and steps into the steam, crowding your space and moving under the running showerhead. “You’re my wife, remember?” he says cheekily, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Your wife still likes a little privacy from time to time.” He grins, grey strands of hair beginning to sag and flop down against his skull from the weight of water beating down on his head.

“But I missed you, baby!” And there it is, the whine paired with earnest eyes that douses any brewing irritation. You roll your eyes, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. He responds eagerly, humming against your mouth and letting his hands travel down your body. Warmth of a different kind trails over your sides and waist, down to your thighs where he taps lightly.

“Up,” he mumbles, easily hefting you into his arms. Your legs tangle around his waist, and any thoughts of actually showering pour out of your mind and down the drain when his tongue slips inside your open mouth. You suck on the wet muscle, grinning when he groans and kisses you more desperately.

Bokuto resituates his hands so that they’re resting on your ass, slapping your right cheek playfully and swallowing your yelp of surprise. His cock is already hard, you realise, poking at your inner thigh, pulsating and hot.

“Missed me, did you?” you say with a snicker, pulling away to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against his wet jaw and throat.

“I did!” he insists. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you when you texted saying you were gonna shower. My mind wanders, y’know. ”

“You little perv,” you gasp teasingly, nipping at the skin of his collarbone. He huffs but doesn’t say anything, instead squeezing the fat of your ass between his fingers. “What were you thinking about?”

“You,” he gasps when you lick a stripe up his neck to under his ear, before sucking the lobe between your lips.

“What about me?” Your whisper tickles his ear and you can feel the way his cock jumps excitedly against your thigh. You run a hand down over his chest, grazing your fingers gently over his nipples, and squeezing his pecs teasingly. Continuing down, your hands slide towards his cock, brushing the head gently with the pads of your fingers.

“Fuck, baby- was thinking about your- fuck,” he whimpers when you wrap your fingers around his weeping length, rubbing it slowly over your clit.

“Mm, thinking about my…”

“Don’t tease,” he says, breathing growing heavy. “Touch me properly.”

“I am touching you properly, Kou,” you say, lazily enclosing your fist over his shaft before resuming grinding against him. “You were saying?” He swallows hard, the heady mix of steam and your warm cunt quickly making him dizzy.

“Was thinkin’ ‘bout- oh, fuck- about your pussy. Wanted to fuck you so bad, wanna fuck you- shit- you’re driving me crazy here, baby-“

“But I’ve barely even touched you, sweetie,” you coo softly.

“I know but-“ he stutters over a whiny groan when you slowly pump him, precum mixing with your own where you’ve rested his cockhead. He can feel the heat emanating from your entrance, drooling in anticipation of his dick.

“Enough,” he says exasperatedly.

Bokuto takes your hand away from his cock and tosses it back over his shoulder, stroking himself along your gooey slit himself, before slowly pressing inside with a gasp.

Another thing that’s big about Bokuto-

“Kou, wait-“

-his cock.

“I know, baby, I’ll go slow, I’ll go slow, please, just need to be inside you- fuck, I can’t wait. Been thinkin’ bout this- ooh wow, you feel amazing. ” He thinks he’s going slowly, but he’s staring down intently at the way your pussy struggles to swallow his thick length so soon, and his brain goes completely fuzzy. You’ve gone from teasing him to whining about how big he is, how much he’s stretching you out, in the space of a few moments.

“It’s okay, baby, oh fuck- you’re so tight- so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, overwhelmed by how you’re squeezing down on him so perfectly. His skin buzzes, electric with pleasure as he clumsily rubs soft circles into your sensitive nub to help you relax around him a little.

“Koutarou.” You sigh as the slight burn from being split open on his cock eventually begins to ebb a little.

“Mm, yeah, there we go, there we go.” His grip readjusts to your hips, and he lifts you off his length before bringing you back down again, and again, still mumbling to himself. “That’s it, that’s my girl, fuck-“

Bokuto moves to lean you against the tiled wall, condensation cool under your back, a sharp contrast to the steam curling from the still-running water. He fucks you deep, carving his way through your cunt, lighting your body on fire with every delicious drag.

“So big-“ you whimper again, clinging onto him for dear life. Your nails are digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indentations behind, but your husband barely registers any pain. He’s too busy being enthralled by your hot insides, slick and squelching with every thrust. He’s been inside you countless times before, but he’ll never get used to how heavenly it feels.

So much so that he begins to hammer into you, gripping your hips even tighter as he pulls you on and off his cock - there’ll be bruises in the shape of his fingers come morning. You’re moaning unabashedly, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, even as your back begins to slip against the damp tile. It’d be uncomfortable if you were cognisant of any sensation other than the throbbing heat between your legs.

“Slow down Kou- what if I, mm- f-fall-“

“You won’t fall, I’ve got you, I’ve got you see?” He squeezes your hip to prove his point, pressing closer to you so that he can kiss your parted lips singing so sinfully for him. It’s more a mess of tongue than anything, saliva dripping down your chin and immediately being washed away by the stream of water pattering into your skin.

Hot pleasure drips and pools in your belly, bubbling fiercely until you feel as if you may burst when his cock repeatedly strokes against the spongy spot inside you.

“Right there, Kou- fuck! I’m gonna-“ The grip you have on him tightens, legs and arms alike, until you feel your orgasm crash into you intensely.

“Fuck! Kou!” You cum with a keening wail, pussy strangling his cock and forcing his own orgasm to wash over him.

“Baby, oh- god- hah- ‘m cumming, gonna cum-“ Bokuto doesn’t stop moving, still erratically pumping into you as he climaxes. His legs are shaky as he does so and in the midst of voicing his pleasure, his foot slips in the water pooling in the shower tray, and you slide down the tile with a screech.

“Shit!” He manages to catch both of you before he actually falls and does any damage, panting harshly from adrenaline when he stills. You’re still in his arms, eyes squeezed shut with a cunt full of cock, trembling both from fear and the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“That was close,” he huffs, slowly straightening up.

“I told you to slow down,” you say lightly, flicking his nose in annoyance and watching it wrinkle.

“‘M sorry baby, you just felt so good!” It’s hard not to smile when he flatters you casually. “If anything it’s your fault.”

“How is it my fault?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s your pussy.” he says, running a thumb over your puffy clit and feeling you twitch around him. He looks at you with a smouldering golden gaze, lip caught between his teeth to hide his smirk. “It’s dangerous.”

“I’m serious, sweetie. No more manhandling in the shower,” you tell him gently, kissing his nose where you just flicked him. “You can throw me around in the bedroom, but not in here. ‘Kay?” Reluctantly, he nods in agreement. You kiss his lips softly, gasping into his mouth when he slowly pulls out, before gently setting you back on your feet.

“Let’s go then, we can shower after.”

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(i) things about HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU

pairing : (very) hot neighbour ! suguru x fem ! reader

warnings : non-sorcerer au, suggestive, pervert suguru (as expected), ulterior motives, accidental flashing, shy reader (because suguru's that fucking hot), suguru the ultimate tease, important note in the end !! also i had too much fun writing this it's a sin

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suggestive content under the cut, minors dni

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HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU just moved into the apartment beside yours. you just happen to stumble upon him when he's getting his last boxes in, and you felt rude to have stared at him the way you did. you were not-so-subtly checking him out, as a tight navy shirt hugged his undeniably built upper body to contrast the loose black pants, and strands of jet black hair just effortlessly falling out of his bun. you were even more embarrassed when he offered you his hand with a smile, saying "hi, i'm geto suguru. your new neighbour, i believe?", while all you could spout back were stuttered words.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU can't forget about you. he especially can't forget about the way you looked at him. and, it wasn't like many people haven't obviously gawked at him, but he especially liked it when he saw how nervous you got just at the sight of him. "she's cute.", he speaks to himself, going into his nap thinking of you.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU meets you again when you're going up the stairs, as he's going down. you tell him that the elevator would be out of service for a while, even though he didn't even ask, but he appreciates it nonetheless. especially since you said it without even gathering the courage to meet his eyes. his "thank you" catches you off guard, since he ever so briefly placed his much bigger hand on yours, before walking down.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU is also not bothered at all by the fact the elevator is working. while his friends say it's "unlucky" that the elevator broke down since he just moved in, he says it isn’t. he doesn't tell them why, but it's his absolute luck that he often meets you on the stairs, especially when he's going down. why? he feels he's been blessed by the gods that you wear short skirts so often. he gets such a wonderful view as he strides downstairs, while you cluelessly and timidly take steps upwards. he wonders if you've always worn skirts often or if it's because he moved in.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU is surprised when you knock on his door, asking him to help with a light bulb change in your living room since you "can't find your ladder". of course, he comes in to "help you" with changing the light bulb as an excuse to check out how many places he can bend you over. you also asked him oh-so-nicely as you gave him the privilege to hear you say his name when you asked "g-geto, do you mind helping me with something? please?"

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU smiles when you offer him something to drink, since he graciously helped you with the bulb. he leans against the kitchen counter while he watches you pour out juice into a glass, only to suddenly walk towards you. you tense up when you hardly feel his wide body against your back, watching as his hand takes the filled glass and he (rhetorically) asks "this for me?". while he chuckles, unfazed by your slow nod, you're still too flustered when he moves away from behind you and stands beside you.

HOT NEIGHBOUR ! GETO SUGURU sees you the next day, both of you just coming home from work. he asks you how work was, how your day was, any troubles ... and you answer every question, but your eyes are glued to your door knob. at first, you don't see suguru smirk, but you're soon sucking in a breath when the man suddenly approached you, similarly to how he did yesterday, and uses his pointer finger to move your chin to face him. your head tilts upwards, since he's tall, and you could see his sly expression crystal clear as he says "it's impolite not to look at people when they're asking about you, y/n."

note : should .. i make this a fic?? like .. of when reader and geto get together? because the concept of getting fucked by neighbour ! suguru is too good to resist.. please say so either through the post replies/reblogs, or in my ask box !! thank you :D

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

imagine nerd!eren rejoicing and boasting during his book club about you, Ms. Perfect taking his virginity. He’d be so bashful, face brighter than the ripest apple as he recounts the memories. The boy who was afraid to harm a fly, but fucked you so good that you couldn’t bear come to school the next day, cock drunk. The virgin boy who spilled his cum into you three strokes in, but he was so horny he went on for hours. It was his first time could you blame him, and your pussy was just that good. Goes to the bathroom whips out his phone and scrolls through your instagram stroking his dick because he misses you so much and heads right back to his club being the good student he is.

pussy whipped

nerd!eren who comes to your house to “check” up on you, sweater wrapped knuckles knocking on your front door. Greeted by your mom who then takes him upstairs to your room. “umm… y/n I-I was just wondering,” he’d begin pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and turning his face away cause he’s that embarrassed “could we do it again, cause it felt really really good.”

“SOUND GOOD, ANGEL?” ─ Satoru Gojo.

ᨳ  ࣪ . 001. wake up feeling desperately horny? good thing you have a hot boyfriend to help you out!

ᨳ  ࣪ . 002. c/w: smut (mdni), f!reader, unprotected sex, pussyjob, creampie, overstimulation, teasing, cursing, pet names, grinding, thigh fucking, cervix fucking, slightly dom gojo, slightly bratty reader, um um I think that’s it!

ᨳ  ࣪ . 003. w/c: 3.9k (this was supposed to be a drabble what) | based on/inspired by the super yummy yuannaoi fanart of gojo + the girl in bed! You guys should all go and support her on twitter and TikTok!!👀 I hope you all enjoy!

You don’t know where it comes from - the intense jolt of arousal that wakes you up, pooling low in your abdomen with a delicious heat. The little jolts of pleasure shoot across your abdomen every time you squirm, your eyes squeezed shut as remnants of sleep still dance across the edges of your vision. 

Gojo’s embrace is gentle around you, and you realize that sometime during the night, you must’ve wriggled around more than usual. 

You’re half on top of him, his arms loosely encircled around your waist, your breasts pressed up against his bare chest. Your nipples are hard with arousal, pressing tight against your thin tank top; at the feeling of Satoru’s toned chest rubbing against yours, you swear the room starts to spin, a fresh wave of arousal rushing through your body.

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Lending a Hand

Summary: Shoto is thoughtful and solution-oriented when it comes to your pleasure.

Tags: Shoto x f!reader, aged up characters, spanking/impact play, Daddy used as title, d/s dynamics

a/n: @bakubunny remember when i mentioned a dessert?

After so much time together, you were starting to pick up on when Shoto was up to something, but you still could never guess what he had in store for you.

That wouldn't be changing today as you knelt naked on the soft rug in the bedroom, holding your wrists behind your back as Shoto ran his hands down your shoulders and arms before reaching around to grasp your breasts.

"Gorgeous. My perfect girl." He continued with gentle touches and praise to walk you down into the familiar, fuzzy headspace.

Once he's satisfied with the state you're in, he crouches down in front of you, gazing steadily into your eyes as he cups your face in his hand. "I know you've been wanting things to be a little rougher lately," he begins and your eyebrows knit together. He had fucked you quite thoroughly earlier this week; what did he mean?

Seeing your confusion, he continues. "Last month after our impact scene, you said you were more than satisfied. And I believe you. But I just wanted to give you...well. More."

The discussion had been part of your regular check-in regarding punishment and spankings. Shoto had left some delicious bruises on you during your last scene, but you saw how difficult and draining it had been, and held off on asking for it again so soon. You feel your body grow warm with excitement as you start to understand his meaning.

"There's some other things we talked about that I wanted to try today, too, and it may get intense. Remember I love you and we can stop at any time."

He stands up and turns to the doorway, and it's only then you notice that the two of you aren't alone. Your eyes widen in surprise to see Katsuki Bakugo, dressed in form-fitting black and a predatory smile.

The other man is slow in approaching you, giving you plenty of time to voice concern or object. But you stay silent, and soon a gloved hand is grabbing a fistful of hair to force your gaze upwards.

"The bastard is really spoiling ya with this one, eh princess? You sure you can handle such a gift?"

You nod vigorously, adding a "yes sir" when you see Katsuki's eyes begin to narrow.

Before your brain can fully catch up, he's hauled you up by the elbow and is pushing you over the bed, exposing your ass in the process. You lift your head to see Shoto settling across from you against the headboard, stripped down to boxers and clearly hard.

A quick, sharp smack to your right cheek pulls a gasp from you; Katsuki massages into your flesh as he gives you your instructions.

"You're going to count until I tell you stop. Understood?" At your assent, he brings his hand down again. It's harder this time, and by the tenth stroke you're squirming and panting into the sheets. He gives you five more on each cheek and one final smack across both that makes you yelp.

In the pause that follows, Shoto leans down to take your hand in his, using the other one to brush the hair out of your face and pull you into a kiss that's all heat and tongue. You're leaning back to get a breath in when something hard and wooden lands across the tops of your thighs. You would have leaped right off the bed if not for the firm hand now holding you in place.

"That's for not counting the last hit." The sadistic smirk is evident in Katsuki's voice.

"Time for round two, princess," is all the warning you get before he brings the paddle down across your thighs and ass again and again. The rapid succession has your cunt drenched, arousal trickling down your legs as you moan and writhe underneath the assault. You feel Shoto squeeze your hands and press feather-light kisses against your fingertips, and the contrast leaves you dizzy.

The blonde stops again, pulling you up by the hair to meet mismatched eyes.

"Well go on then, tell him how much you're enjoying the present he got you."

"I-I love it Daddy....it's perfect, you're perfect, thank you-"

Katsuki cuts you off with a strong arm around your waist, pulling you up to be flush against him before slapping your breasts with his open palm, occasionally pausing to pinch and pull at your nipples.

Shoto can only stare in awe at how perfect you look, strung out and drooling in need. He had been worried that this would be too much, going too far, but he recognizes this state you're in. He's had the privilege of bringing you to this point before, where you're consumed and ravaged by waves of pleasure.

It takes him a moment to realize that you've been begging for him the entire time he's been staring.

"Tch, don't tell me you're gonna stop spoiling her now, Half and Half." The blonde pushes you roughly back onto the bed towards your lover. You don't have time to process the sting in your breasts before Shoto has you on your back, spreading your legs so he can rest between them. As one hand lines his cock up to your entrance, the other rubs little circles around your clit, the pressure just enough to have you bucking up into his hand.

"So wet for me," he hums before sliding his cock into your folds with one smooth thrust.

"Only-hhn, fuck! Only for you," you agree, the words falling off into moans as Shoto rocks his hips into yours, the light touches gone as he sets a pace just as rough as Katsuki's spanks.

"Are you going to cum for me too, angel? That's it, make a mess all over my cock like a good girl." You whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach wind tighter with every word. He leans down to lick a hot stripe up your neck before biting down, taking satisfaction in knowing it would be your only visible mark.

That final spike of pain and pleasure is all you need to tip over the edge, your whole body shuddering as you cum, hands digging into his back as you do. Shoto's not far behind, and you let out a contented sigh as he carefully pulls out.

He's quick to scoop you into his arms, pulling a sheet across both of you as you snuggle down into his chest. You come back up slowly to the feeling of his hand running through your hair and the sound of a tray being dropped on the bedside table.

You sit up at Katsuki's return, vaguely listening to the men's discussion about lotion and care instructions. As the other man begins to leave, a sudden thought hits you.

"Bakugo, wait." He turns, eyebrows furrowed in an expression unfamiliar to you.

"Did you...uhm. Did you want me to...y'know..." You trail off, suddenly shy.

Katsuki barks a laugh. "Like I'd ever want to be where that bastard's been. I only agreed to this in the first place 'cause there's no way Deku could've managed it." You don't have to look over to know Shoto is also rolling his eyes at the man's posturing.

"Anyway," he adds, much softer, "I've got my own spoiled brat at home I gotta tend to."

He walks out before either of you can respond, leaving you and Shoto to enjoy the afterglow.

fandom creators always make choso look “blank” or “stoic” when he probably has the biggest range of expressions out of anybody in jjk

chef!choso works at your favorite cafe downtown. the place you always frequent when coming home after a long shift or on the days you just want to read your favorite book and drink a warm latte..it’s peaceful, quiet and has the best food! chef!choso, who always gets nervous when he hears the sound of your voice from the kitchen can’t quite bring himself to come out and greet you, despite being one of his most cherished regulars. chef!choso was always extremely reserved and quiet, allowing his talents behind the stove speak for itself can’t stop daydreaming about the brown eyed beauty with her warm smile and infectious laugh that he’s watched from afar as he hears her praise his cooking, asking to meet the person who makes all the pastries you love so much. Only to be told that he was busy or maybe another time. For now, you’ll just have to accept his name! “Choso, huh? Well give him my regards. He’s amazing.” . chef!choso just can’t bring himself to face the girl that always makes his heart flutter when he sees you sitting in the corner..glasses tilted from your nose as you peer down at the book you’re knee deep invested in..a series he loves just as much! chef!choso finds his opportune moment to introduce himself one night when the shop is nearly desolate and you’re freezing from the snowstorm outside. It’s Christmas Eve and here you are, mashing away at your computer, working hard as always. He finally finds the courage to come and properly introduce himself, brandishing a warm latte with a foam flower drawn on top. His pale cheeks flush red and he can’t make eye contact with you..even stuttering over himself as he grips the dish but he quickly becomes elated when you bless him with that pearly white beam.

“It’s so nice to finally put a face to the name..and such a handsome one at that.”

chef!choso decides from that day on, he’ll have to come out to the front of house more often..!