DES Says . . . Most Ive Wrote In Weeks, Omfg. ANYWHOO, I Present To You: “can He Pay My Bills?” Ft.

I NEED MORE FANFICS WHERE BAKUGOU CALLS HIS GF/WIFE MA/MAMA PLSSSS !!!

thanks for coming to my ted talk 😋

somehow the conversation with kageyama goes worse (based on this post!!)

amoreco

shoyo hinata x fem!reader

warnings smut, mdni, fic under the cut, brazil!hinata, thigh riding, semi-exhibitionism, poorly written smut, please do not perceive me, dom!hinata, did i mention semi-exhibitionism?, reader wears a skirt

the night air was thick–humid, sticky, and humming with the restless energy of the city. below them, rio pulsed with life. a distant beat of funk music thumped from a bar down the street, voices rising and falling in drunk laughter. the golden glow of streetlights flickered and touched it’s surroundings–creeping and crawling up to find anything to grab a hold up; however, up here, they were untouchable.

or at least they should’ve been.

he sat on the cushioned lounge chair, legs spread wide and shorts riding up his toned, tanned thighs. his skin was still warm from the days sun; the familiar mix of salt, sweat, and cinnamon lingered on him, spicy and addictive. it was so undeniably him.

“you sure about this, amoreco?” he teased, hands placed strategically against her waist, fingers gently tracing shapes into the soft fabric of her skirt as he stared up at her. there was a playful glint in his eyes, but the heat behind his gaze was unmistakable.

the heat between them was palpable, a charge in the air that was only growing stronger the longer they stayed like this. her heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard, trying to keep control, but it was hard when he looked at her like that.

before she could react, he shifted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he pulled her down, guiding her firmly onto his thigh. the motion was smooth, and as she settled herself onto him, the night air left traces of goosebumps on her bare skin.

she should have said no. the balcony wasn’t exactly hidden—anyone in the apartments across the way could look out at the right moment and see everything. but that was the problem. the risk of it, the heat curling in her belly at the thought of being almost caught.

and then there was him.

the way he looked at her, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed from more than just the warm night air. his fingers flexed against her waist, impatient.

she gasped at the touch, feeling the warmth of his leg beneath her, the friction as she instinctively shifted, her core brushing against him. the sudden pressure was almost overwhelming, and her body reacted before her mind could catch up—tightening, craving more.

there was nothing between them but heat—bare skin against his shorts, damp lace pressing against solid muscle.

his gaze was locked on her, intense, tracing every subtle shift of her body. he could feel the damp heat between her legs, could sense how much she needed him, and it only made him tighten his hold on her, pulling her down just a little more firmly.

“you’re already soaked,” he murmured, spreading his legs wider, making sure she felt every inch of his thigh pressing against her.

she whimpered, fingers clutching his shoulders, but he didn’t let her move just yet.

“i didn’t even do anything,” he teased, his tone light, but there was a rough edge to it now, something deeper. his hands slid lower, slipping beneath her skirt, palms warm against the curve of her ass.

“hina—”

“nah.” his grip tightened, cutting her off, forcing her hips down until she gasped. the pressure—god.

“shoyo,” he corrected, voice dark, dangerous in a way that made her shiver.

then he moved her. slow, controlled, dragging her exactly where he wanted.

“that’s it,” he praised, watching her the whole time, watching her fall apart. his eyes—sharp, locked onto hers, completely focused on the way she trembled in his hands.

he was watching her, and she could see the desire burning in his eyes. the way his lips parted slightly as he drew in a breath, the shaky exhale of a groan every time she moved.

the air between them was heavy, thick with anticipation. she could feel every tiny movement, the slow drag of his hands, the way her body was reacting to him—like she was coming apart at the seams, but he was the only thing keeping her together.

“shoyo…” she whispered, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a look, his gaze intense. she felt lost, like she could fall into him completely.

“i know,” he whispered back, his voice low, like he was savoring every moment. “just a little longer.”

she shuddered at his words, her body betraying her. she wanted more, to find some release, but his hands held her in place, rocking her slow against his thigh, making her feel the tension stretch tighter. every moment, every touch, pushed her closer to the edge without giving her relief.

“please” she whispered, not sure if it was a plea for him to move or to stop. her body, however, knew better. the instinct to press against him, to seek out that friction, was too strong to fight.

“shh,” he murmured, his voice deep and playful, yet edged with something darker. he tightened his grip around her waist and moved her just slightly, deliberately, forcing her to feel the hardness of his thigh against her aching clit, the pressure making everything intensify. his gaze never left hers.

“you’re so eager,” he whispered, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. his hand moved from her waist to trace along her inner thigh, his touch light, teasing. “but you can’t rush this.”

her body responded before her mind could—her breath quickened, her pulse raced, and a heat blossomed low in her belly, spreading across her entire body. the subtle, teasing movements of his leg under her, making her grind just enough to feel it, only heightened the tension.

she tried to muffle a sound, biting her lip, but he wasn’t having that.

without warning, shoyo rocked his leg under her again, this time faster, more deliberate. his hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her, pushing her down onto him with the slightest pressure, making it impossible for her to hold back.

“don’t hold back. let me hear you,” he murmured, flexing his thigh, forcing more friction, more pressure.

her breath hitched as she moved against him, the pressure building with each deliberate thrust of his leg beneath her. his control was undeniable, the way he forced her to feel every inch of him, making her pulse race faster, the heat in her body so intense now it was almost unbearable.

his grip tightened on her waist, his movements growing faster, pushing her deeper, and she couldn’t help but gasp as her body shuddered against him, her mind clouded by nothing but him, his touch, the undeniable force of his presence.

below them, someone laughed in the street. a door opened in the apartment across from them. a light flicked on.

she froze.

but he didn’t.

“don’t stop now,” he said, voice dripping with amusement, dragging her hips down again, making her grind against him even harder.

her fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate.

“shoyo—someone—”

“then you better be quiet, baby.” his lips brushed her jaw, his grin nothing but trouble. “unless you want them to know what you’re doing out here.”

her stomach clenched, heat coiling low, thighs shaking against his. her grip on his shoulder never let go as she rode his thigh through her high; soft gaps and grunts fell from her lips, just fueling his own desire.

and when a shadow moved in a window across the way, a flicker of light catching someone’s silhouette, shoyo smirked.

“told you it was risky.”

hdonistic, 2025 -> please do not copy or repost my works without permission

☀️🌊🌸

𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍

pairing: deaf!katsuki x gn!reader

warning: collage au, swearing, softsuki, pure fluff, all words italicized are meant to be spoken in sign language

notes: this might be my fave thing ive written so far

632 | Bakugou’s never needed words to tell you how he feels. The only problem?You never understand what he’s been saying.

Bakugou signs alot.

At first, you thought it was just muscle memory, like how someone might talk to themselves under their breath. He’d move his hands with sharp, purposeful flicks, his fingers quick and angry, like he was arguing with the air.

But he always signed to you.

You noticed it when he’d glance your way mid-conversation, hands spelling out something with too much intention for it to be coincident. You didn’t understand a word, of course, and he never explained himself. He’d roll his eyes or scoff when you asked. Saying something like figure it out if you’re so interested, but even with his dismissal— he kept doing it.

When he was annoyed with you, his fingers moved fast.

On the rare chance you made him chuckle, he’d sign something slow and subtle, hidden behind his dumb smirk and eye roll.

When he looked at you too long, he’d blink, sign, and look away.

It wasn’t until weeks later, when you finally decided to take a crash course in ASL at your campus library that the words finally started to come together.

“Thanks for saving my seat,” you said softly, placing your bag down beside him. He hums, nodding, red eyes never leaving your own and it’s enough to make your face heat. You’d always thought Bakugou was good looking, but for the longest time, you kept your distance. That is, until he showed up to the lecture one day reading one of your favorite books, and something about that felt like an opening. Since then, sitting next to him became a habit you looked forward to more than you’d admit.

Your other friends liked to joke that you’d worn him down. That you annoyed him into a friendship.

But every time you walked in and found his bag already nudged off the chair beside him, saving the seat just for you, it felt like the smallest kind of miracle.

He never said much about it. Never made a show of saving your space, but he did it every time.

Bakugou shrugged, his hands move fast. You look… tired?

You blinked. “Wait, I— did you say I looked tired?”

He froze. His brows furrow, eyes narrowed. A tiny break in the confidence that was so Bakugou it practically had its own gravitational pull.

“What the fuck," you heard him mumble. It makes you laugh.

He’s quick to sign again. You understood that?

You bit your lip, suppressing a grin. “A little. I’ve been uh—“ You cut yourself off, your own hands coming forward. Learning.

Bakugou scowled, but his ears were tinged red. He signs again, how? you stalking me now?

“No,” you said, laughing. “I took some classes in the library. Besides you're the one who’s been talking at me this whole time. I finally decided to catch up.”

His hands lifted. It is then that the piece start clicking. If you had learned what he was saying than that means... his eyes narrowed.

What else have you seen?

You pause. Beautiful, he had signed once. You’re beautiful.

Another time: I like your laugh. It sounds like wind chimes. The words 'Wind chimes' was a hard one to figure out for sure.

Once: I wish I could kiss you without making things weird.

You shook your head gently. “Beautiful a couple times... but that's all I remember."

Bakugou exhaled sharply. That's all you remembered!? He's going to fucking explode, dear god. He can feel the heat traveling down his neck. His fingers twitched like he wanted to deny it, like he wanted to scream just to redirect the attention.

Instead, he groaned. Looking away before signing something slowly— hands pausing just enough to make sure you’d catch it.

I can help you remember the rest.

You smiled. Yes. I'd love that

/##/ izuku gets bitten!

pre - spider-man drabble about izuku getting bitten in front of you, but no one thought anything of it

CW// nothing really, fluff, mentions of being bitten and spiders ofc, broad science depictions (i ain’t doing allat), reader is mentioned to study maths, gender neutral reader. 750 words

spiderman izuku au m.list

izuku midoriya has never done anything reckless in his life, in fact, he is the safest person anyone could know.

don’t get me wrong, he will throw down his life to protect people (even though he can’t even pack a punch), but when it comes to day to day lifestyle? he does not play a single thing risky.

which is why when he suggested to sneak into the science lab to carry out some research, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.

“shush, we are going to get caught!” izuku panicked as he started jotting down observations in his book, some fluid you could not bother to pay attention to when he listed the chemicals he was sloshing together now oozing out of a skinny tube.

“i literally did not even say anything.” you deadpanned, sitting next to him as he kept looking over his shoulder as if he was committing a felony.

“look!” he sudden blurted out, a bright smile warming his face with eyes that were slightly crazed with knowledge, darting around his experimental contraption.

in all honesty, you didn’t even know what you were looking at. you studied maths and while science was slightly up your ally, you did better in a calculation than a scientific observation.

so, you pretended to understand, nodding sweetly and humming, causing izuku to blush furiously as he looked at your gentle smile.

always so understanding, you were.

izuku had always thought you were nothing short of breathtaking, of course, he never said this outloud, with the fear of ruining the friendship, and hell, you both have been friends for a while, even back when katsuki was a big bad bully (not much has changed in your opinion).

regardless, he’s chosen to keep his feelings to himself, a lovely mystery that tormented his heart and his freckled cheeks for every time he looked into the abyss your eyes held, or you helped him with a ridiculous math problem or even when you both walked to the dorms together.

“ah!” you suddenly screamed, frantically moving away from your desk as far back as possible.

“what?! is there a teacher?!” izuku panicking alongside with you, despite his heart of gold, he was a chronic panicker.

“no, even worse, a spider! oh my goodness, it looks.. green?! hell no!” you shouted, ignoring izuku’s desperate pleas to keep quiet and calm.

“it’s fine, i’ll take it out!” izuku reassured, looking around to locate the spider.

‘there!’ he thought to himself as he found it on the corner edge of the desk, placing his hand out while using the other to softly scoop it up.

he smiled to himself as he brought it closer to him, seeing the way your face relaxed and you started walking up to him slowly, gratitude shown explicitly in your expression.

he loved it.

he felt like your protector, provider, like your man.

it was stupid and extremely outdated but he couldn’t help but fall into those uber-clique roles when he fantasises about being with you.

i mean, was it so wrong to want to be your man?

your hero?

just then, he felt a sharp pang from his hand, provoking a sharp shout to escape his lips.

then, a rush started to flow from his palms to all over his body, it felt like his insides were on fire but also slightly cool. it was as if he was injected with lukewarm water that was flushing his veins.

then, it just stopped.

“are you ok?!” you ran to him worriedly, swatting the spider away from him and stomping its poor body as it landed on the ground as you looked into his eyes with care.

is it weird that he loved it?

“i mean, i guess, yeah. it really hurts tho.” izuku dramatically pouted, yet poor little you was too worried to understand that he was simply exaggerating just to experience being doted on by you.

“come on izuku, ill pack up for you and clean you up. you’re so silly, always wanting to help that you forget to take care of yourself.” you cooed.

izuku’s face flushed a bright red as you spoke, feeling your hand caress where the bite was, your soft fingers added warmth to his hot bite.

“y-yea, that would be nice.” izuku shyly smiled.

i guess getting bitten by a spider was worth it, izuku thought to himself as you looped arms with him.

his mind forgot about how the spider was weirdly green, how the bite had abnormal aftereffects and even how his bite marks had traces of green.

he didn’t know it yet, but soon, his only secret won’t just be his overflowing feelings for you.

can i get a man like this

AGHHH sitting on bf! katsuki's shoulders while he cooks to make up for skipping the gym.

katsuki was supposed to hit the gym today. he really was. but the moment you wrapped yourself around him in bed, all thoughts of training went out the window.

“shit,” he muttered, stretching his arms above his head. “didn’t even work out today.”

you, still groggy but entirely unrepentant, grinned and nuzzled into his neck. “you worked out your patience.”

"yeah? and you worked out my ability to say no.”

you grinned wider. “exactly.”

even after every time he tried to move to adjust himself, you clung to him like a koala, nuzzling into his chest, whining about how warm and comfortable he was. and damn it, how was he supposed to leave when you looked so damn cute?

so yeah, gym? skipped. gains? delayed. but cuddles? so fucking worth it.

now, in the kitchen, katsuki is making up for it. sort of. with you sitting comfortably on his broad shoulders.

he'd already deadlifted you a few times while waiting for the pancake to cook, grumbling half-heartedly when you cheered like he was performing in the olympics.

"you're way too happy about this," he muttered, flipping a pancake with precision despite your weight balanced on his shoulders.

"that's because you're my personal chef now," you teased, playing with the strands of his hair like you were styling them. "and i'm basically remy."

"tch... the rat from ratatouille?"

"yeah!"

he snorted, shaking his head slightly to mess up whatever you were doing. "the hell you are. you ain't cookin’ shit."

"excuse you! i am the mastermind behind this whole operation, thank you very much. you're just my hands."

katsuki rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the smirk tugging at his lips. "yeah? then where's my little chef hat, huh?"

you gasped dramatically. "oh my god, we need to get you one!"

"like hell we do," he scoffed, adjusting his grip on your legs as he effortlessly lifted you up again, just because he could. you let out a small squeak, gripping onto his hair, and he chuckled.

"okay, okay, you're strong, we get it," you laughed, ruffling his hair. "now, my strong, muscular, incredibly attractive boyfriend—flip that pancake before it burns."

“i ain't lettin’ you control me," katsuki clicked his tongue but did as you commanded, all while holding you up like you weighed nothing. he should’ve gone to the gym today, sure—but honestly? this was way better.

"i practically do," you tug lightly on his hair, and to your delight, his head moves slightly in the direction you pull.

katsuki freezes. “...did you just try to steer me like a damn car?”

you laugh. “maybe.”

“hmph, you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, adjusting your weight like it’s nothing. “but if you try to puppet-master me again, i’m droppin’ your ass.”

you grin, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “i love you too. and no you won’t.”

katsuki sighs, but you feel his shoulders shake with a quiet chuckle. yeah, okay, maybe he won’t.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ saw this on twt but i cant find the video again☹️☹️ hope you enjoyed!!💜

hands off!

18+ under the line!

sub!shoyo x reader :)

he was so lonely. he couldn't help himself. he had to touch himself. he knew you wouldn't be home for a really long time (two hours), so he knew he had time to do it before your arrival. his poor aching cock formed a tent in his boxers and was begging to be released from its fabric confines.

he started off tame. well, tame in his eyes.

he knew that touching himself without your permission was extremely bad behavior. he was usually such a good boy. you could trust him to be alone while you were at work, right?

after he couldn't take just touching over his underwear, he pulled his painfully hard cock out, spit on his hand, and started stroking.

——

well, weren't you lucky! you got off work a good bit early today. you could surprise your good boy with an early arrival home!

you pull your car into the driveway and hop out quickly. you push your keys into the lock and open the door...

it's way. too. quiet.

shoyo was never this quiet.

unless...

you were practically running up the stairs and to your room. you quietly pressed your ear against the door and listened

"mmph.. fuck... mommy! god it's soooo good~!"

*SLAM*

"what the fuck are you doing?" you said sternly.

he swallowed hard, hand still wrapped around his dick.

"i- uh- uhm nothing at all!" he squeaked out.

"oh? it doesn't look like 'nothing'."

you take a few steps forward, plucking his hand away.

he whines.

he. fucking. whines.

"why are you whining? you know you shouldn't be doing this in the first place. did you ask me to touch yourself? i don't recall getting a call or message from you," you clench your teeth and start to undress from your workday.

"momma please! i'm so sorry and i missed you so much! i couldn't wait any longer and i didn't want to bother you while you were at work! a-and i didn't want you to say no to me! and i just needed to cum so so bad momma! i'm so sorry! please forgive me!" he babbled on and on.

"sorry isn't going to cut it this time, shoyo."

"shoyo"...? Oh you were ACTUALLY mad...

"mommy, please! i really am super sorry! i didn't actually cum, i promise!" he pleads. was he about to cry?

"i do not care how sorry you are or if you came or not. you know what my rules are and you are expected to follow them, no matter what." you stared, emotionless and with absolute anger in your eyes.

“actually, you know what? i have a great idea,” you said condescendingly.

“y-yea? what is it?” he looked like he was going to start shaking.

“lay down, shoyo.”

he complies, already starting to leak precum. you take the tip of your pointer finger and swipe it off the tip, causing him to gasp.

you walk away from him and gather a few things: blindfold, handcuffs, vibrating cock ring, vibrating buttplug, and some towels.

“those look nice… does that mean i’m forgiven?” he asks shyly, squirming a bit at the sight of what’s in your hands.

“something like that, sho.”

you begin to lay out the towels, put on the blindfold, cuff him to the bed, and finally get the toys in and on their respective parts.

“color?” you ask.

“green,” he practically moans out. you haven’t even started.

“perfect. since you wanted to come sooooo bad, feel free. cum as much as i want,” you spit.

“what? what do you mean?”

and with that, you turn, leave, and slam the door behind you. now you wait.

a few minutes later you hear “im cumming” come from the bed. you smile to yourself when you hear him whining louder after he realizes you aren’t coming back yet.

about three orgasms later, you hear him crying. not a bad crying, but he’s crying for YOU. you go back to the room and see what he could possibly need.

“yes?” you ask, irritated for the disturbance.

“i.. i-i i have to pee…”

“go pee then. i didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“but-but i’m stuck. mommy please!”

“you heard me, sho. those towels were for more than cum.” and yet again, you leave, he whines, you close the door.

after a while, the moaning and whining turned more into groaning, signaling that he was likely going to pass out. you semi-rushedly went back to the bed and turned the toys off. you removed the blindfold and unlocked his hands as well. you were mean, but not cruel and so you let him cool off . from what you can remember, he came about 6 times.

“my poor thing. now we know what’s going to happen if you touch yourself without my permission again, right?” you hold him and pet his hair.

he’s non-verbal now, but that is to be expected after something like that. he nods lightly, letting a few tears flow from the overstimulation and his cool down.

“i hate being the bad guy. honey, i really do. i just want my baby to behave while i’m gone. anyways, want me to get you all cleaned up? you made a big mess.” he nods again quietly.

you both take your time in getting him clean and comfortable.

thankfully it was late so you cleaned up the bed, towels, and sheets and re-made the bed with fresh bedding and a new mattress cover.

he carefully laid in bed with his head on your chest.

“i love you, and i’m sorry for being bad.”

“it’s okay sho, goodnight.”

[FA]ゴミ捨て場の決戦💥🏐

Adobe Fresco

2024

i nEED more izu content and you are the best of the best so i needed to come to you

personally, the thing that i think gets over looked about midoriya is that

1: he’s strong as fuck??? (gets me so weak in the knees heaven knows)

2: BLACK. WHIP.

jesus christ he’s just!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think he’s so neat i want him to do things to me

anyways, smutfic about him coming home to reader after she’s been a brat to him all day & him being such a sweet & loving dom but also that type of menacing & powerful hero he is. he loves his s/o to no end, but will not hesitate to put her in her place!!! wow my stomach turns just thinking about it

basically, brat tamer izuku, using blackwhip. i’m so down bad for him it hurts

I remember getting this ask and salivating at it, yet I had no idea how to write and interpret it into a full blown post instead of just a thirst and I just didn’t feel like posting (I meant it when I said I’m barley consistent). SOOO in April 1, no, this isn’t an april fools joke!! I bring you, angry izuku ..

Warning(s): vulgar wording (yk how we do), restraints, mean izuku/passive aggressive, manhandling, inappropriate use of black whip, brat taming, slight intimidation if you squint, Fem reader. Halfway proofread…😒

‘Patient and Gentle’

Izuku had been so sweet to you all day, so caring and soft and understanding- he always had been, so it’s just to say he’s being himself as per usual. But, you. You.

Just so snide today, snappy little thing.

What did he do? He doesn’t know- he doesn’t care to know, he won’t listen to you if you try to explain, well- he will; just won’t let it linger. He’s past that.

You’re past that.

He sighed as he walked into the room, the door shutting softly behind him despite the off energy he had around him.

He doesn’t move from his spot, his hand still resting against the door as his head peers behind him. To you. He just gazes for a while, only a while before- clip! Another snappy remark, it was just ‘clip, clip, clip’ with you today, that’s all he could portray it as.

Something like a… like a-

“oh, that’s weird.”

Or a short ‘clip!’ Of a

“whatever.” In a certain tone a- cadence, if you will.

Why were you speaking this specific way to him. And why was it pissing him off so.. damn.. much…?

He still looking at you, yet at some point he’s turned around a tuned out whatever snide remark you’re sure to have made by now. His eyes keep traversing from one point to another, each point having something to do with you.

A short question of; ‘is there a problem?’

Is there?

“I don’t know.” A shrug from you. And a back fucking turned.

It makes his blood simmer to an 8 on a stove.

His footsteps are light yet foreboding as they advanced toward you, to you standing so.. he can’t even find the words, how does one stand in indifference? That must be it.

He’s in your personal space now, he’s smiling so sweetly at you; the way he always had, so patient and gentle. Yet his words are cracked with the tone, clashing with the way they dance out of his lips.

“Is there a problem..?” Is there? He needs to know, he had asked you a question, he wanted an answer. He didn’t ask for an ‘I don’t know.’ He asked for an explanation. Did you not understand that?- or, were you being a dumb whore on purpose?

You shook your head, not meeting his eyes. There was no problem. so, what the hell is your deal today?

“Speak up, baby..”

“No..”

you shook you head again. It was mumbled out, maybe due to his body smothering yours, but at least it was in words.

“Then what’s wrong, baby? Yr’ you acting like that.. hm?”

He whispered to you, talking you down as if you were a kid experiencing anger for the first time. His faux sad expression was beginning to make you feel silly. Good. That’s was good.

You look away- or you try to, yet his face follows yours, not letting you escape his eyes.

“Don’t- no, you don’t do that. You look at me. ‘K..? I don’t like that.”

He really didn’t. And you knew that. He looked a little disappointed too, shame. What a shame, yet you were shameless.

He sighed, a click of his teeth as he let silence permeate the room.

A cold solid-? A chilly.. rope.. it slid around your neck, slowly and purposefully. It’s grip tightening with no intent to let go. There was a tug on it, forcing you the look up at him.

Black whip. He activated it and was using it as a leash, he thought it was fitting. Act like a bitch, get treated like one. ‘S only fair.

“Izu’s a little mad okay..? And he’s sorry… but- he needs to teach his girl… m’kay..?”

You stood in place, slightly defiant, yet not outright. So he tugged. Hard. And you stumbled out of place.

“C’mon.. T’ the bed.. s’right there..” a slow step forward, then the rest followed suit, she was hoping for a smooth walk over to the bed, but she was pushed so meanly by him.

He didn’t say anything as he bullied her with such a sweet face. Always so patient and gentle. Even when he’s not.

He rolled the black whip in his hands, his quirk tightening around him as he tugged your neck back, getting on top of you. He had pushed you onto your tummy. He even got down low next to your ear to taunt you like a bully.

“Izu has to do this okay..? Keep his girl good. ‘Zuku doesn’t like disobeying whores. He doesn’t like mean girls.”

Being so mean to him all day. Whore. How dare you. But don’t worry, he loves you so much, he’s willing to teach you himself- just how he likes his girls.

He reached around under your hips and undid your button. And a ‘ziiiip!’ Oh, it was foreboding. Your body was heating up, it was like an oven with no limit.

Your pants were being pushed down, and you keened. A whine at being exposed to casually as he shushed you.

“Shhh.. shh, lemme take it off.. all of it.”

Your pants couldn’t hit the floor before his hands were always working off your shirt, as he let black whip go for a while to get it off.

Yet his hands were right back on it. Harsher, no bra. truly a whore.

He filled his palm with your breast, the soft supple flesh making him groan, a grind of his hips into your ass. He was going to fucking ruin you for this.

His breathing was hot and heavy against your neck, making goosebumps rise and quicker across your skin.

His hands began snaking again, from your breast, to your tummy, your hips, the inside of your panties. Your pussy. So, so.. wet already.

And then he was dragging them down your laps and kicking them away. His finger just playing with your pussy for a while, two finger sliding down the crevices, a palm cupping it whole and rubbing, and a single finger on your clit. Slowly rubbing and pinching, tapping.

His lips kissing your neck so sweetly. So patient and gentle.. a suck across your skin. And moan and a whine, it only made him harder.

He stops his playing- his rubbing and you whine again, disappointed, and it makes him smile a little more sweetly, or cruelly, he can’t tell himself at this point, he just knows he loves watching that sweet face of yours contort.

Black while fluctuates and another tendril seeps out and bind your arms, forcing them to your back. Your pussy drips at the strain in your shoulders.

He hadn’t taken anything off yet, and he didn’t plan too! He didn’t need to. He undid his belt, slowly. Letting the ‘clink!’ And the ‘dink!’ Of the metal fill your ears. Letting you anticipate.

His bulge is almost painful, the strain of it is almost good, yet it still annoys him- having it be let free was heavenly.. his green was deep yet still so sweet, a whine in his voice that never quite went away even as it deepened with age..

His cock bobbed up and as it fell back down, heavy under its own weight, the tip tapped your ass, leaving it to ripple. The sight made him keen yet it dipped into a moan as his own hand wrapped around his aching dick. It drooled precum.

Black whip flickered as his mind was muddled with pleasure, yet his control of it was impressive despite the situation. He wasn’t number one for nothing.

“He’s gonna teach you.. ‘kay..? Fuck… look so good baby… if you weren’t such a mean slut today-.. I’d be a little gentle..”

the way he spoke was as if he ran a marathon, and his voice always had the undertones of a whine.

He pushed his hand to his shirt, as if the action took everything in him- and began to unbutton it in a hurry, he felt stuffy in the article of clothing and he needed it off- or atleast open.

He tightened black whip, wrapping his hand in it further to force you into an arch, stroking his cock and lining it up with your pussy, cunt dripping with arousal.

The tip tapped against the entrance, then it pushed in, and in, and stretched, each inch was fucking delicious. Your eyes rolled and you bit your lip, and he heard it- he didn’t like it, if that angry tug of black whip was anything to go by.

He couldn’t help but slam the rest of it in, making you yelp. His grunts are uncontrollable and he doesn’t care. he whines behind you as his tip just leaks and leaks inside of you, yet he hadn’t cum yet.

Just made it more slippery and the sounds -god, the sounds- the sloppy and wet sounds of his cock driving into you cunt wasn’t drowned out by your combined moans.

He kept it tugged in your little leash as he keeps thrusting, his voice raw with pleasure and still a bit of irritation.

You still had upset him earlier, he had every right to take it out on you. You’re his girl.

He hips sped up, this thrusts got harder and your legs would have given out if his hips weren’t keeping you in place. Fucking his anger into you, and yours out of you.

He pulled your leash up and forced you to your feet, your back flush against his chest as she kept fucking you, going and going and fucking going, you couldn’t barley think- let alone stand. Fucking you like a rag doll was all he planned on doing.

His hand went to your front, and began to play with your clit, rolling it under his finger, making you dizzy, you moans increasing and you felt yourself tremble. You were about to cum, he knew it.

You always came first, that wouldn’t change, even if you were mean, and he was angry, he was going to take care of his girl, let her cum all she wants.

And you did, you came around him and squeezed his cock like it was a lifeline. Her pussy fluttering around him.

But he wouldn’t stop until he was finished too. Your body was pushed back onto the bed, the black whip disintegrating as he took his own hands and used them to restrain you instead. He pushed his hips deep into yours in slow yet aggressive thrusts. He was going to cum, fill you, he was going to teach you just what your place was and to never forget it.

“Fuck..! Fuck!”

And two deep thrusts was all he had left before he burst with thick ropes of cum into your pussy. Your tummy being filled with warmth and your eyes tilting into your head as they closed in exhaustion.

He stilled and let him empty itself before smiling so sweetly at you.

“Does my baby feel better..?”

He asked, just as sweetly as he always has. Maybe you’d learn something this time around.

“M..hm.”

He mumbled into your ear as he settled his chest against your back;

“Good.. don’t forget what ‘Zuku taught you today.. ‘Kay..?”

So patient and gentle.

(Don’t copy my stuff pookie, bitches with juicy pussy DONT copy works.. but you can still reblog… daddy appreciates those.)