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Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; somnophilia, blowjob, riding, size kink, overstimulation.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

Leon doesn't need to open his eyes to know it's still the middle of the night, he had been trying to fall asleep hours ago, but he was still restlessly turning around on the bed, a heavy arm wrapped loosely around his waist and a hot breath against the back of his neck. He couldn't take it anymore. He gives up.

He turns on his back and opens his eyes with his jaw clenched, he's tired, he's stressed, and very, very horny right now. And laying next to him, peacefully sleeping without a clue of his current state, was (M/n), his boyfriend. Leon looks at him, his lips slightly parted open, feeling his breathing against his face now, the light of the moon shines a bit through the blinds and he's able to see his torso as it rose with every steady breath, the sheets dropped over his hips, he was laying on his side and Leon lifted a hand to press against (M/n)'s shoulder, and just like that, he was now laying on his back too, still asleep.

Leon knew his boyfriend was quite the heavy sleeper, and this is something they previously discussed so... It was okay, right?

Because Leon could not control himself any longer.

The slightest move made his dick rub against the fabric of his short shorts, feeling it twitching and how he was leaking pre-cum already, making him feel so wet. He whined quietly as he rubbed his thighs together, reaching his hand up to his mouth and wrapping his lips around his fingers, licking them and sucking on them as he let out muffled moans.

His mind wandered to the memories of (M/n)'s fingers playing with his tongue, looming over him and observing him with adoration while Leon could only whimper and blink away the tears gathering in his blue eyes. Leon just loved whenever his boyfriend played with his body however he liked, it allowed him to let loose for once.

He pressed his thighs together as he took his fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to his lips, and with his free hand he moves the fabric of his shorts aside, pressing his fingertips against his twitching entrance, slowly pushing them in, not caring about the stinging pain he felt when he did so. He wanted more than just his fingers, and he wanted it now.

Not even a minute had passed when Leon got too impatient and pulled his fingers out with a grunt, shifting around the bed until he was on his knees, looking down at (M/n) who was still unaware of what was happening next to him.

Leon's eyes trailed down to his hips, removing the sheets and rubbing (M/n)'s dick over his shorts and underwear. He felt it growing under his hand, but it wasn't stimulating enough, so he pulled (M/n)'s bottom half clothes down until his hardening cock was freed. Leon swallowed as he wrapped his hand around it, his mouth salivating as he couldn't help but want to put it in his mouth and choke on (M/n)'s cock.

Taking a shaky breath in, Leon leaned down and slowly licked the tip, earning a soft sound from (M/n) yet he didn't wake up. He continued licking for a short while, until he felt brave enough to wrap his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue around it, using his hand to jerk off what he couldn't fit.

He used to be scared to give (M/n) a blowjob due to his size, but right now? He didn't give a fuck, he wanted (M/n)'s dick deep down his throat, making him gag and choke, he wanted to cry as he struggled to take every inch in.

Slowly, he started leaning down further, his eyes rolling back as he felt (M/n)'s dick reach his throat, releasing a groan as he grinded on the bed, needing some kind of friction on his oozing cock.

Leon heard a groan coming from (M/n), and he looked up, blinking his tears away as he observed the male frowning as his breathing picked up in pace.

"Leon..." He muttered while shifting his hips upwards, pushing his cock further down Leon's throat, causing him to gag, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as his thighs trembled.

He pulled away taking rapid breaths as he coughed as quietly as he could. Whining, Leon waited a few seconds until his thighs weren't shaking so much, feeling his cum dripping down the inner sides of them as he moved to straddle (M/n)'s hips, holding his throbbing cock in his hand and moving the fabric of his shorts slightly to the side.

Leon held his breath when he feels the tip pushing past his rim of muscles, biting his lips before swallowing hard and lowering his weight fully on (M/n). His mouth opens as he releases a choked moan, placing his hands on (M/n)'s abdomen to steady himself, remaining still as he gets used to the stretching inside him.

Whimpering in pain, Leon raises his hips and lowers them at an even, slow pace, and soon enough, the pain mixes with pleasure in his foggy mind, he can only think about cumming over and over again, having (M/n)'s thick cock filling him up, wetting his insides with his hot cum, marking him as his, only for him to use as he pleases.

His crying became louder as he desperately bounced, pulling on (M/n)'s tank top, whining, and mumbling to himself.

"More... m-more, fuck... please~," he closed his eyes tightly, leaning down until his chest pressed against (M/n)'s, "I n-need more, (M/n)... please, fuck me..."

Having woken up a few minutes ago, (M/n) opened his eyes and glanced down at Leon who was nuzzling against his chest, crying quietly while he continued moving his hips back and forth. Moving his hands, he gripped Leon's waist, making him flinch as he looked up in surprise.

"Sorry I kept you waiting, darling," before Leon could say anything in response, he felt his body being lifted slightly and brought down with force, his whole body tensed and trembled as his eyes opened wide, rolling into the back of his head as he released a loud, high-pitched moan of his boyfriend's name. "Hm~ you like that, don't you?"

Leon was just able to whine and nod frantically as he felt every inch of (M/n)'s throbbing cock deep inside him, his body going limp as he was being manhandled with ease as if he was a mere ragdoll, treated like nothing else but a fleshlight. And he loved every second of it.

Tears fell down his flushed face, and (M/n) wished there was more light in the room to be able to see every expression showing on his pretty face, how his light freckles became just a bit more noticeable than usual. Gritting his teeth, he sat on the bed, maintaining his tight grip on Leon's waist as he handled his shaking body.

"Damn, darling... It's gonna be a long day today," he held Leon still, making him gasp at the pressure he felt on his prostate, "I'm gonna fuck you full of my cum, and you're gonna take every drop of it."

Leon whimpered, wrapping his weak arms around (M/n)'s neck, "Yes~! I will ta-take it all... Keep m-moving, please..."

Chuckling quietly, (M/n) reached a hand up and held Leon's face, staring into his bright, glossy, and lust-filled eyes.

"You look so fucking adorable like this, puppy..." Leon showed (M/n) a small smile, he was in a daze, and (M/n) loved that, especially because he dropped the tough guy look to become an obedient little puppy.

Leon leaned closer and placed a sloppy, messy kiss on (M/n)'s lips, whining when he felt (M/n) pulling away to tease him.

"Don't do that~" he muttered tightening the hold of his arms around (M/n)'s shoulder, his fingers messing up his hair even more, "Let me kiss you," now he was pouting and there was nothing (M/n) could do other than let him.

"Alright, okay, didn't mean to tease you like that," he responded with a wide smile, causing Leon to smile too as they leaned in to kiss, "Hold on tight, baby," (M/n) said as he lowered his hands to hold Leon's his instead, and the blond did as told, "I love you."

Being caught off guard, Leon giggled and kissed the tip of (M/n)'s nose, "I love you too~."

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(The ending is so cheesy what the heck 💀)

(Wanna write about Jake next but I have no ideas lol)

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝕭𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 - BakuMina x Izu(Y/N) ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

warnings: mature content, mature language, swingers, penetration, oral sex, semi group sex, rough sex

“Are you sure about this” YN sighed, looking over her slim figure in the mirror. She was a tiny thing. Dainty like a ballerina, and short in stature. Though she did have small curves, it was nothing compared to the voluptuous Mina Ashido.

The pink girl looked amazing in her black lingerie set. Filling it out like y/n never could. Her large breasts bulged provocatively, threatening to burst through the seams. While (y/n)’s flat chest barely lifted in the lacy white material.

“Oh (y/n), don’t be nervous. They’re bestfriends, they share everything. This was bound to come up sooner or later” Mina shrugged, “besides, I wouldn’t mind being on the receiving end of that Detroit smash everyone’s always fawning over.

The statement made (y/n) flinch. The thought of her Izu being intimate with Mina, her close friend and his best friend’s girlfriend made her nervous. Mina was everything she was insecure about; a perfect curvy body, a fun and outgoing personality. She had it all, why did she need Izuku too? Seemed kind of greedy.

Mina, noticing her friend’s hesitance softened and stood behind her. SHe wrapped her arms around (y/n)’s torso and rested her chin on her shoulder. "Look at you. You’re gorgeous (y/n).’ She coos, placing a soft kiss on her neck, "don’t you want them to see how good you look?” Y?N sighed, leaning into her friend’s touch. “I’m just nervous. I look like a little girl standing next to you.” She pouted, but the expression dropped when MIna lowered her hand to rest against her clothed clit.

“You’re definitely a woman, (Y/n)” Mina murmured against her neck and pressed against her sensitive mound. (Y/N) bit her lip to hide the moans that were threatening to spill out. “Besides, good little girls get rewards.”

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Persistence.

Another request from another person who wants to remain anonymous. Probably one or two more requests until I get back to regularly scheduled programming.

***

Persistence - firm or obstinate continuance in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition. A core trait that you've always believed in. Without fail, persistence always pays off.

Heejin glared into your eyes, her eyes full of hatred, thinking about how she ended up with her lips tightly wrapped around your cock. For years she has denied every one of your advances. It started with asking her for dinner - denied. Maybe something more casual like lunch - denied. Perhaps lunch was still too intimate so you asked her for coffee or even a walk - denied. Growing desperate you even offered her money for her body which was unequivocally denied.

From your very first meeting, Heejin hated everything about you–your cocky attitude, your smug smirk, and especially the way you thought money could buy anything. Heejin was determined not to be one of those things. The keyword here is: was.

Once on top of the world, the first member of her group introduced. A solo album shortly after that. A subunit, a group debut, CF endorsements, there was limitless potential of where her career would go. Until there wasn't. That idyllic world came crumbling down when her group was near disbandment. Now in a desperate situation, the once proud Heejin found herself wrapped in a morning ritual she absolutely despised–nothing more than a plaything for your sexual desires.

She may hate you, hate what you're asking her to do, but there's no denying she's good at performing. Her tongue flicked under your head with relentless precision, her cheeks hollowing out with unfathomable suction–bobbing her head up and down, just deep enough before she gagged.

"Feels so fucking good. You look so beautiful with a cock in your mouth Heejin." You taunted. "You must love sucking my cock."

And there it was. That undeniable glare of hatred. Turning you on even more seeing the absolute disgust in her expression.

"Fuck you." An understandably muffled response, seeing how her mouth was full of cock.

With her hair in your hands, a hard thrust pushed you past her gag point, holding her down while her hands furiously slapped your thighs as she struggled to breathe.

"If you hate me so much, just tell me so and I'll stop." A downright evil grin on your face, knowing she couldn't respond.

Your grip released, and she recoiled back, coughing and sniffling, taking deep breaths to catch her breath. You look down, relishing that ever familiar look of hatred on her face as she flipped you off with both hands.

Despite this, Heejin eagerly opened her mouth again once she felt your tip pressed against her lips. She took control, using both hands to corkscrew your cock while she licked and sucked–her tongue swirling around, her lips pressing firmly against you. She moved her head up and down, her mouth working its magic, her hands never stopping.

You almost get lost in the moment, groaning in response to her unbelievable skill. Heejin increased the speed of her movements, her mouth and hand worked together in perfect harmony, sensing you were near completion. With only seconds to spare, you regained your composure and stepped back.

"Naughty little girl aren't you?" Heejin tried and failed to hide her look of disappointment when you stepped away. "Trying to make me cum before I could fuck you?"

You pulled her to her feet and simply marveled at her exquisite physique. Heejin became flush with embarrassment, standing there completely naked and exposed with nowhere to hide–your piercing glare only making her more and more uncomfortable.

Desperate to escape your lecherous gaze, and already knowing what's about to happen, Heejin turns around and bends over the desk. Her hands braced the edge, her body pressed against the cold wooden surface. For just a brief moment, it felt nice–a deep contrast against the heat of her body, part of it anger, part of it arousal. Her heart started racing and her breathing became shallow. She hated this, she hated you, but more than anything, she hated herself for being turned on.

Before the true fun can begin, you took time to admire Heejin's perfect idol body bent over before you–her tight pert ass lifted into the air just waiting to be taken. You've been in this position before, Heejin's petite body being enveloped in your hands when you took your place behind her. Her entire body shivered when you traced your finger down the length of her spine, your hand resting on her perfectly shaped ass, giving it a squeeze.

Her eyes followed your hand as it reached into a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. A liberal application into her tight puckered hole was just the beginning.

"You know what happens next." Your voice low and gravelly, your entire being anticipating fucking Heejin.

"Yes…" Heejin faintly responded, clenching her teeth, an internal struggle of mind and body. Her body betrayed her as she felt the underside of your hard cock pressed in between her cheeks, teasing her, the heat radiating off your cock driving her wild.

Heejin felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was supposed to hate it, and she did at one point, but over time she had become addicted to your cock. The way it filled up her ass like nothing else ever had before. The way you fucked her like she was a piece of meat. Like she wasn't adored by millions of fans. She wanted it more and more, and you could sense it growing with every day that passed.

With your hands on her hips, you pushed forward, just slightly, until just the tip breached her tight opening. Heejin almost shuddered in response, instinctively pushing back to take you deeper, accidentally allowing a low moan to escape her lips. But you had other plans. She had to be broken before she could experience pleasure.

"Beg me for it Heejin." Refusing to push forward until you heard those magic words.

"Fuck you! I hate you. Just get this over with already so I can go!" She spat out her words with malice, but once again her body betrayed her.

You reached around and brushed two fingers against her core, digging around and gathering up her sweet nectar.

"This tells me otherwise…" Holding your thought to taste your freshly coated fingers. "...but if you truly hate this, I'll let you go."

Then you retreated, pulling out of her ass, fully committed to letting her leave. A worthy gamble to break the psyche of the ever proud Jeon Heejin.

"P-Please…" Heejin whispered. She hated herself more than ever, but she couldn't deny her carnal desires after she got a taste.

You returned to her, placing your hands on her hips and driving your cock back into her ass, just slightly deeper than before.

"What else?"

Heejin bit her lip, her entire body trembling with desire. "I...I love being fucked in the ass," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good girl." You said mocking her, giving her cheek a well deserved spank before thrusting.

Heejin closed her eyes, her body tensing as you slowly entered her. She could feel every inch as you pushed in deeper and deeper, moving slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her muscles began to relax as she became accustomed to the intrusion, her body shaking with pleasure with every thrust.

"Ugh. Your ass is so tight. I would fuck it every morning if I could. Oh wait, I already do."

Heejin wanted to retort. But she couldn't. Too lost in the pleasure and pain of your hard cock stretching out her ass. The way you pounded into her ass with reckless abandon like you owned it. She was quickly becoming undone. Never before had she felt so completely dominated–her body being pounded into submission.

"Fuck me harder…fuck me harder…" Heejin kept repeating. No longer worried about keeping up her facade and solely seeking out her own pleasure. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the desk, your two bodies nearly embedded into one as you fucked her as hard as you could.

All the signs were there. She was close. While pounding into her with steady precision, you pulled her hair, her back arching until she was next to you. "Cum for me Heejin." Then there it was. Her heavy moaning became eerily silent as her body became stiff and she squirted all over your desk.

There was no time for her to bask in the euphoria of her orgasm. You kept thrusting into her tight ass, the tensing of her muscles squeezing you even tighter. Her body writhed in pleasure, your forceful thrusts quickly overstimulating her senses. A tight grip on her hips held her in place until you could hold out no longer.

With a loud grunt, you released everything inside of her–Heejin immediately feeling the sensation of hot cum filling up her ass. You pulled out and Heejin slumped over, completely exhausted from this morning's session. You step back to admire the evidence of your hard work, cum slowly leaking out of Heejin's ass. You give cute ass her one final spank, sending another jolt of energy into her body.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Heejin sighed, her body still trembling with pleasure. Resigned to her fate, but deep down she knew she began to love it.

BONUS Heejin from her IG:

Okay but actual Bull Bakugou

He'd be a Spanish fighting Bull, beeg and beefy boi, squishy looking like Ferdinand uwu

Strong Megachonk. He is scary as he is big chungus.

(featuring a scheming cow)

Friends that can keep a secret

Male Reader x Jo Yuri (ft. two male friends)

Length: 3.500 words

Tags: foursome, gangbang, MMMF, drunk sex, seducing, a faux game of spin the bottle, making out, sharing a girlfriend, rimming, face fucking, double penetration, anal, spanking, rough sex, anal creampie, riding, cowgirl, protection, not_your_girlfriend!Yuri

TW: there are other male OCs in this and you fuck a girl in all her holes, I dunno, if you don't like that, feel free to leave

Inspiration: @breach12 for the request/prompt

(A/N: here is something I promised to write quite a while back. It's finally finished. I changed the prompt quite a bit, but I hope the person who requested it likes it (and y'all too))

“Should you knock or I knock.”

Daehwi grins and you roll your eyes. He can never make things easy.

“Dude, just fucking knock.”

You and your friends recently finished another semester in college. You really had to think, was it the fifth, the sixth, the—no, it was the sixth. It felt like forever since you enrolled in that university with it’s unimpressive name and even less impressive campus. In the end, you made it through this time without impressive grades or interesting stories, but maybe this is your ideal life.

Calm and uninteresting, at least to others.

Your friends are a bit different. On one hand there is Daehwi, the crazy one. He is like a wild animal, free from every and all constraints but a slave of his desires and instincts. He gets a lot of girls, hookups, relationships, break ups, scandals—nothing ever slows him down. No matter how stupidly crazy his ideas are, they always work out and in the end, even his grades pan out. Daehwi has either figured out how to live a perfect life or he is just insanely lucky.

But he is a good friend in time of need.

On the other hand is Junseo. He is one hell of a cutie-patootie, caring for every one of his friends, colleagues, even profs. No bad word ever comes from his lips and he is always punctual. Literally always. He trades loyalty for loyalty and is the perfect example for genuinity and consistency. It is only fair that he got the most beautiful girl as his girlfriend.

Junseo is a great friend, but sometimes Yuri takes up all his time.

Yuri is the rock star on campus. She can make the entire university fall on their knees by grabbing a mic and singing her heart out. She is talented, smart, gorgeous—the crush of many, until they find another girl to smash. Yuri was never ready for one night stands, and so it was only fitting that Junseo and her fell in love gradually. No hookups, just pure, romantic love.

Love without you. You watched from afar as your best friend fell in love with your crush. That crush on Yuri that everyone has at least once in their campus life, it still lingers in your heart. You have to suppress it almost daily, but it is a tiny stain on your otherwise good life. Suppress it for Junseo, especially today when you get to celebrate another successful semester at his place. 

"Oh hey guys, come in!" Junseo opens the door with a wide grin and a surprising pink hue on his cheeks.

"Yo!” Daehwi shouts until his chest vibrates. “We bought beer, let's celebrate—damn, did you start drinking without us?" Daehwi puts down the two six packs and starts to aggressively pinch Junseo’s cheek. You start to laugh as the two playfully fight like two lion cubs.

“I brought some snacks,” you shout and try to get their attention. Fun is good and all, but you’re still standing outside and the cold air is brushing past your sensitive calves. "I got them for you, but if you don’t move, I’ll eat them all alone."

The three of you finally make your way into the flat and onto the couches. You feel the good vibes radiating throughout the room and it only gets progressively better. The first step to make such a celebration unforgettable is good beer and surprisingly, the cans Daehwi bought (at least you hope that he bought them) are filled with it. You down two of them easily, Daehwi is already on his third while Junseo reaches for a Soju bottle to create an intoxicating mixture. 

“Damn, I didn’t know you got Soju,” Daehwi groans in ecstasy as he takes a swing straight from the green bottle. “Your grades must have been terrible.”

“Nah, it’s not that,” Junseo responds with a pout. “It's because this might be the last time we have a celebration like this.”

“Huh, how so?” you protest and get a handful of crackers into your mouth, not willing to accept that such a well-kept tradition would end tonight, without warning.

“It’s because, next semester, I’m done, so the party is gonna be bigger. And afterwards, with work and all, I don’t know if it will work out like this again.”

“Shit, life is really catching up to us.” Daehwi clicks his tongue and you can already see that his drunk, a bit more melancholic but still wild and direct self appears. After all, he can’t keep himself from downing liquor. 

“If only I knew,” you sigh, angry that you forgot that Junseo was already here when you started to study. He was always ahead and now he will be the first to leave behind college life and become a truly normal person. “I would have brought stuff to make this more memorable.”

Junseo grabs the hem of your shirt and there is this drunk grin on his face as he babbles: “Don’t worry, I have things planned.

“Yuri, dear, you can come in now~”

Honest to God, you forgot about her for a split second—you will never for the rest of your life. Yuri walks in, the walk of a supermodel. Her high heels clack on the wooden floor, her hips sway in that stupidly short miniskirt, her eyes sparkle when she winks at you. You’re staring everywhere at once, to the point your throat goes dry again and you quickly need another drink. Luckily, Yuri brought more Soju and hands you a bottle.

“Congrats on beating another semester,” she says with a saccharine smile that stuns you, glues you to the couch, all to the amusement of Junseo beside you. “You gonna take it or not?”

“Su-sure, thank you.” Grab the bottle like an idiot and drink from it like one. Daehwi isn’t any better, dry lips stuck to his can while his eyes are glued to Yuri’s back. She makes sure to stick out her ass for him to see the nice curve. The green plaid skirt is barely long enough to hide her cheeks as she kneels next to him, hands on the table, searching for crackers or chips.

“Yuri, you are gorgeous,” Junseo compliments his girlfriend with a wicked grin and Yuri responds with an expression so sly and sexy, you almost drop your bottle and spit out its contents. Those two must have been drinking before Daehwi and you arrived, otherwise they wouldn’t be so bold.

“Damn, what the hell is going on with you two?” Daehwi bluntly asks them, but all he gets are glances from the couple and a confused shrug by you. “I bet you two are drunk already. Better stop now before any accidents happen.”

“There are no accidents tonight,” Junseo says firmly and makes room in the middle of the table for an empty Soju bottle. “No accidents, no boundaries, no questions asked. Do you two understand?”

“Well, that is a question,” you try to respond with wit, but it’s quickly forgotten when Yuri spins the empty bottle.

“Whoever this bottle lands on gets to have a free wish—kinda like truth and dare, except everyone else has to accept the dare and what you want to do to them.” Yuri’s words have your mind rotating faster than the bottle; is she for real? No limits, no boundaries? No one will ask questions? Can you just—go for it? Ask her to love you for this one night—no Junseo, just you?

Your wish fades to black when the bottle stops and points straight at Junseo, who does not hesitate and grabs his girlfriend at the wrist. Blink once, blink twice and she already sits on his lap, right next to you, and he is ready to stick his tongue into her eager mouth.

“My wish is that everyone fucking loosens up and just watches.”

The most tense thriller could not be more engaging for you. To see Junseo fondle Yuri, her tight little body, her covered boobs, her flawless back, down to the edge of her skirt has you sweaty all over. All over, again, he doesn’t stop and goes for that long, blonde hair and combs it back. Yuri moans and her nails dig into the back of the couch. Then they go back to making out, provocatively loud and Yuri’s top almost slips over her boobs.

You’re not the only one starring. Daehwi gets into position behind them, and he shamelessly looks under Yuri’s skirt—what he finds must be utterly mind melting, because he quickly grabs the bottle and points it at himself. He clears his throat to get everyone’s attention and for a second, the silence is heavier than a black hole.

“I-it’s my turn.” Daehwi gulps, the couple pants. “Can I pull down your skirt, Yuri?”

“Sure, just let me get up.”

With a final kiss on the cheek, Yuri leaves her boyfriend’s lap and stands in front of the kneeling Daehwi. She reaches for his hands and places them on her hips. This was the final straw, the last chain that held back the savage animal. Daehwi roughly yanks down Yuri’s skirt; with every gasp, more of her lower body is revealed until—nothing but a skimpy thong. You get to see it from behind only for a second, because Daehwi immediately spins Yuri around to knead and lick her cute butt cheeks. 

You’ve only heard stories of Daehwi’s sexcapades, the endless rounds of loud smashing, of groaning, of cumming—you never knew he could become so feral at the touch of two small round buttcheeks. It seems to work however, Yuri is definitely feeling herself, hands in her hair, head thrown back as she moans profanities towards the ceiling.

Suddenly, the head of a bottle crosses your vision. Juseon has the green thing pointed at you, on eye level and you don’t let him even start his sentence before uttering your own wish. It’s a bit desperate, but totally accurate to your situation and pent up feelings.

“Yuri, I—I want to make out with you, o-on my lap!”

“Oh yes, for sure~”

Followed by the still manically kneading Daehwi, Yuri climbs on top of you and goes straight for your mouth. Her tongue, still glazed in liquor and tiny chips particles quickly turns into the most delicious treat you have ever had. Yuri engages the kiss, starts off what could have been an equal dance but she quickly succumbs to your sudden dominance. 

Call it a return to your monkey brain, anything but civilized. You fuck her mouth with your tongue, play with her hair lovingly while tormenting her slender frame with rubs and squeezes. Yuri’s giggles urge you on more, you become bolder, reach into the top of her bra—there is no bra, just bare tits to fondle and knead the way only Daehwi would, though he has transitioned to eating Yuri’s ass, thong pushed to the side. 

You’ve lost sight of Juseon, but who the fuck cares when you can stick your hands down to where the sun doesn’t shine and find Yuri’s pussy. She is laughably wet, her juices dripping on your finger while your teeth move to bite her collarbone. She moans and hugs your body, pressing herself further down your length which has been an issue in the tight confines of your jeans for way too long—

“Yuri,” Juseon suddenly shouts. “I think you’re the last one to make a wish.”

You pull out your fingers from those drenched folds and even Daehwi backs off from the feast that is Yuri’s ass. Everyone listens closely when Yuri finally gets her wish out.

“I want you three boys to finally get your cocks out and fuck them into my tight holes until I can’t walk anymore. Don’t think, just fuck me.

“I’m your semester trophy tonight.”

Juseon suddenly stands next to you, feet in the cushions of his couch and his pants meet them quickly. He whips out his cock and as if her lips were magnetically drawn to it, Yuri starts to kiss and lick over it. From tip to base, she does not leave out one spot. Equally sudden is Daehwi, who’s pants you can’t even see anymore, but his cock is clearly pressed against Yuri’s cheeks and then on the ring in between them.

To your surprise—not that you ever actively thought about it—their cocks are just average in size, maybe even below that. Yours might be bigger, but they get girls and relationships all the time—your thoughts shouldn’t become so weird, especially because you have already pulled out your own dick and begun to stroke it to the hardest it has ever been.

Yuri, while her face is getting fucked slowly, her boyfriend’s cock entering and leaving her lips, gently places an unwrapped condom into your sweaty hands. Good thing that they are prepared, because you of course did not bring something like this to what could’ve been a harmless party.

Harmless college parties? Yeah, no, who are you kidding. Just roll the plastic contraceptive over your hard shaft and then try to find Yuri’s pussy. Those hot folds, they are right there—further down. You rub along her midriff, navel, even her crotch but are unable to find it.

Yuri pops Juseon’s cock from her lips and smiles at you while her hand continues to lazily jerk the throbbing, wet thing. She reaches in between your legs and finds your thing poking her belly. 

“Should I help you?” she asks and you avoid her eyes in embarrassment—only for a second thought. Something draws you to their sparkle, lewd and thrilled, while she tries to adjust on your lap until— 

“Ah, fuck, Daehwi, wait!”

“Wha-what is it?” he asks with a somewhat annoyed growl, hands wrapped around Yuri’s waist, cockhead perfectly aligned with her asshole.

“Give me a second. I want all of you to thrust in me simultaneously. I never felt something like that.

“It’ll be great.”

You gulp when Yuri gets you to the entrance of her light pink cavern. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for for a long time—not really waiting, just dreaming of. Luckily, you don’t need to dream anymore and just focus on not exploding the moment you—

“Now, fuck, now.”

The signal sends your hips upwards in a thrust. It’s not a full thrust, only half of your cock fills Yuri’s insides. You couldn’t commit to all of it; you need to flex your thighs to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. Daehwi and Junseo do not seem to care about that: both went all in from the get go, filling Yuri’s mouth and ass to the brim with their dicks and their thrusts don’t stop. 

Daehwi’s rough, feral pumping gapes Yuri’s ass and you feel every second of it. He is on the other side, careless, just like in the stories from the countless one-night stands that loved his enthusiasm. This is not enthusiasm, more unbridled sexual desire. He chases his own orgasm every time her ass meets his crotch.

For Junseo it’s similar. He seems to really enjoy Yuri’s drool running down her chin, sometimes even stopping the thrusts just to spread it all over her face with either his tip or a finger. You totally understand why he indulges in the way Yuri looks, all messy and silly, but you’d love to hear her moan louder—you want to see the strongest kind of bliss on her features.

Instead of your own pleasure, you try to find Yuri’s spots and poke your cock against them purposefully. You’re a lot slower than the other two, but your stamina does not decrease at all. Unlike Daehwi, you don’t need any brakes to catch your breath. You just continue to fuck Yuri in this mesmerizing rhythm that has her humming on her boyfriend’s shaft.

“Is this good, do you feel good?” you ask her in between deep breaths, arms around her torso, while she finds stability on your shoulder again.

“Yesh, yes,” she mumbles as Junseo flops out of her mouth. You see him shaking, losing his mind when she starts to twist his tip with two fingers. “You can go faster, harder—don’t think of me. I’m just the reward.”

“Too bad.” Whisper in her ear. “All I can think about is my reward.”

Yuri’s expression shifts, like she is trying to challenge you, like she doesn’t believe that you really care about her, like she—and then she can only think of Daehwi again, who goes on another rampage in her back entrance, while covering her ass with hard spanks.

A tender pain on your lower lip when she bites it. You halt your thrusts, but Daehwi makes it feel like Yuri bounces and rubs on your entire cock. You hear both the guys scream profanities while your own profanities are stuck, unable to come out because of Yuri’s bite.

“Yuri, babe, I’m—” Junseo can barely stand. “I’m so close.”

“In my mouth?” she asks, cutely-lewdly.

“N-no, I want to… finish on your ass.”

“Great idea.” Yuri jerks his cock harder and starts to stick out her ass which seems to trigger another orgasm. Instead of politely asking, Daehwi just growls like a wolf to the moon and Yuri feels his thick cum flood her rectum. “Yes, fuck! Fill that ass, creampie me!”

Now that wasn’t cute at all. Just lewd. Lewd like her fucking face when Daehwi’s cock loudly pops out and Junseo sprays his cum all over those red buttocks. She looks thoroughly satisfied with all the white on her skin, in her hole—maybe she isn’t thinking yet of the mess on her couch, the carpet or on her clothes. 

“Fuck, guys, that was—

“Why haven’t you finished yet?”

Yuri looks at you, as if she expects you to just burst from the look in her eyes. No, she underestimates you. Your stamina is still going strong and your enjoyment of her cunt hasn’t diminished by a single percent.

“I-I can still keep going!”

“Really? Let’s see about that.”

As if you had fucked a million times already, Yuri’s riding and your upwards fucking synchronizes instantaneously. When she crashes down, all of your cock fills her hole and when she rises, you’re right at her entrance, ready to repeat what can only be described as heaven—an entry to happiness. 

But happiness isn’t a dominant emotion right now, hell, you don’t even want it. You just want Yuri and her snug pussy always around you, hot and milking you with that flawless texture. The pink thing should accept you the entire night and with how eagerly she slams herself down on your manhood, she wants it too. 

Maybe Yuri feels happiness, maybe that is your wishful thinking blurring with her mindless expression, mindless moans, mindless tongue that suddenly searches for yours and you engage in a tornado of kisses that leads to Yuri resigning. Her body is all yours now, yours alone, and she is begging to cum. Trophy this, award that, in the end she has her needs and you will fulfill them.

Hold onto her waist and like in the final battle of a video game, use all your knowledge and skill to stimulate the inside of her pussy. Nothing can stop you, not the cum from her gaping hole that drips on your balls, not her weight laying on top of you, not the shocked gaze of Junseo—he must have never seen his girlfriend get fucked so well.

“Fuck, I’m-I’m,

“I feel so good, don’t stop.”

Yuri’s whine feels like a victory. You know she will climax before you do. This is all you’ve ever wanted. After this, you can let your feelings for her die in peace. But for these last few thrusts, she is all yours. Her entire body and mind is occupied by you, and so you claim her with a gentle kiss and a not-so-gentle flick on her clit.

“Who makes you cum?”

“You! You, you make me—ah!”

That scream is so long, so good; she is so tight, so perfect. Yuri trembles, electric shocks of pleasure surge all across her body. Her cunt is so tight and hot, you don’t feel the condom anymore and release your seed into it with lazy pumps. Yuri mewls when she feels the hot sticky mess which sadly misses her hot, messy holes and instead sticks to your dick.

“Okay, fuck,” Junseo sighs and sinks onto the carpet. “That was hot, that was crazy.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Yuri weakly says, a bright but tired smile on her lips as she looks back to her boyfriend. She turns back to you, face in adorable scrunches “Lemme, uhm… clean up.”

“Oh, yeah.” You quickly try to get your composure, because you’re still balls deep inside her. “Fuck, sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize.

Junseo can never hear that. He never will. And Daehwi is long asleep. Those following words are just for you.

“That was the best thing ever.”

𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼.

      ⇴ male reader [25, dom]       ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

summary: keigo wanted to try cuckolding. you regret ever saying yes very quickly.

↣ rating: 18+ ↣ warnings: smut, cuckolding, dom/sub, edging mentioned, turns into dom using safe word and being comforted, yn feeling bad for being a “bad dom”, lil bit of self-deprecation, fluff at the end

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Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader Pt. 2

Continuation of my previous post due to request :)

Part One | Part Two

cw: implied oral sex (r receiving), love bites, sex omg just sex, miguel gets fucked, reverse cowgirl and leapfrog positions, breeding kink, pet names, crying, established relationship (at the end tho)

Didn’t expect people to actually like the first part 🥹 this is for y’all

@sad-author-san @dragonspaint09

(word count: 2.6K+)

“Go lock the door.” Your voice was full of lust, a wave of arousal sweeping over you at Miguel’s whimper. You had no idea your superior could make such pretty noises. How were you just now taking notice of the pretty creature in your hospital room? Were you blind? You’d never really noticed just how alluring your boss was, face and figure, up until now. And the man touched himself to you groaning? Was this even the first time? Oh, you were gonna be up for a couple hours now.

He was extra careful during foreplay, despite your encouragement to do what he pleased, gently unraveling the wrap shirt the hospital gave you, uncovering your mouthwatering physique. Sat in your lap, his fangs gently nipped your pecs, indulging in one of his many desires that you so generously allowed as you stroked the tops of his firm thighs with your bandaged hands, groaning at the sight of his love bites. He scooted back before leaning down further, his tongue laving over the ridges of your abs, his fangs somehow even gentler as he nipped what skin he could without further irritating your still recovering ribs.

You slid a hand down Miguel's spine, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants as he looked up at you, a shy expression on his face as a string of saliva connected between his pointed tongue and your abdomen. What a fucking tease. "I don't have any lube." Miguel whispered, a sultry look in his eyes. He was testing your patience. Testing you. He knew you could move only but so much with your injuries. You gripped the back of his hair, pressing his head closer to the large tent in your sweatpants. "You will." You said in a low tone, staring him down with a predatory gaze.

Miguel felt dizzy as he bounced in your lap, the room filled with sounds of your skin making contact followed by his whimpers and whines. His rapid inhales were quivery and heavy as he tried to hold back his cries of pleasure, fat tears dripping down his cheeks. It was far past visiting hours, and the last thing Miguel wanted was a nurse coming in and seeing the owner of the damn building riding one of their patients like his life depended on it.

He was leaned forward, his upper half propped up by his clawed hands, tearing into the hospital sheets between your brawny thighs. He rode every inch of your length, rising till the bulbous tip of your cock was left before slamming his hips back down. His hole was gobbling up every last bit of you, sinking down on every vein decorating your girth with ease, mouth ajar, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as hoarse cries were held back.

Y/n was groaning in Miguel’s ear, a mix of pain from the movement on your recovering body and pleasure as his hole fluttered around you. Miguel grew worried at the sound of your occasional pained grunts, slowing his pace and turning his head to try and look back at you. “Are you alright?” He asked with a wary expression. You didn’t respond, opting to wrap one of your calloused hands around his hip, slamming him back down on your cock while the other muffled the shaky sob that erupted from him. “Don’t fucking stop.” You growled into Miguel’s ear, causing him to nod frantically, warm tears transferring from his flushed cheeks to your hand as he resumed his desperate pace.

Miguel’s bottom lip trembled as he moved, your cock reaching deep inside him in ways he didn’t know was possible. Every thrust rocked against his delicate prostate as his own cock hung heavy over the sheets, dripping pre onto the bedding. “M’ close, y/n, so close.” Miguel was practically sobbing as he spoke in a hoarse voice. His arms were struggling to hold himself up, his vision flickering every time the underside of your cock ground against his bundle of nerves.

“Keep going for me, mami, c’mon.” Your voice was raspy in his ear and the name slipped off your tongue so easily as your hands rubbed up his sides. Miguel let out a low sob at the label, his pace was frantic as he bounced in your lap. He had never been more thankful for his strict training regime, giving him the strength to keep moving on your cock even with the burning sensation in his thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miguel whined hoarsely, his eyes rolling back with each drop of his hips. Your mind was battling between different desires, a part of you wanting to reach around Miguel and stroke him to finish, but another wanted to watch him unravel on your cock alone. Fuck it. You reached one of your hands forward, teasing his tip with your thumb while your other hand held his hip lightly. Miguel came undone quickly, his cum coating your fingers as he sobbed out your name, tears streaming down his pretty cheeks.

Miguel’s arms were trembling too much to hold himself up, slowly bending them and lowering his upper half down to the bed as his tears soaked into the sheets below. Your hard cock was still nestled inside him as his last few drops of release dripped onto the fabric, his hips stationary as they trembled above yours.

You weren’t done. Not yet. You gritted your teeth as you prepared to reposition, sliding the IV out of your arm before gripping Miguel’s hips as you lifted him a few inches off your cock, prompting him to whine softly. “I know, mami, I know.” You said soothingly as you bent your leg, readjusting yourself to kneel behind Miguel while propping his lower half up on his knees to properly meet his hips with yours.

The position was a bit painful on your still recovering ribs as you leaned over him, but that didn’t matter in this moment. You reached a hand back, grabbing one of your pillows. You wrapped your other arm under him, your forearm pressing into his chest as you gripped his neck, lifting him like a toy before stuffing the pillow under him and dropping him back down onto it, giving him something to muffle his sweet noises with. He was going to need it, cause you weren’t in the mood for mercy.

Miguel was bawling into the pillow as you moved, pounding into him at a brutal pace. Your eyes were raking over what you could see of his body as you leaned over him, one hand pressed into the bedding next to his head and the other gripping his hip tightly. His back arched so prettily to meet your thrusts, the muscle of his ass smushed against your pelvis every time you bottomed out and—Oh my god. Was this love? He took you so goddamn well. So perfect. You could tell this was his first time getting fucked by an actual cock. He must’ve relied on toys up until now. Did he think of you when he used those too? You wanted to ask him, but you could tell from his body’s reaction to your size that none of his little imitations could compare to you. His breathing was erratic and some of his inhales were choked off by a mix of sobs and moans.

“You’re doing so good, cariño, taking me so well.” Your voice was husky as you felt yourself steadily approaching your climax, your ears filled with the sound of Miguel’s cries in response to your words. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I’m out of here.” Miguel nodded weakly at your words, his arms wrapped around the pillow as his head swayed in sync with each of your thrusts. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. You would’ve been deep in denial if someone told you you’d be balls deep in your boss only eight months after being brought on the team. "Can't believe you were hiding this pretty thing from me for so long." You muttered, your words accompanied by a harsh spank against Miguel's right cheek, grinning when you heard him yelp and felt a flutter around your cock in response.

Fuck it. Miguel didn’t care anymore. If someone caught you two in the act, then so be it. He was doing a bit of everything now. Sobbing, moaning, sniveling, mewling, whimpering. He thought you’d cum not too long after him, but the rising feeling in his gut of another climax approaching him as well as your relentless pace said otherwise.

Miguel had a terrifying thought in the back of his mind that this all was just a lust on your end, only doing this for mutual pleasure, nothing more. Those fears were quickly erased however when he felt you slow your pace to a grind, the length of your member rocking against his prostate as you leaned down, pressing tender kisses against the muscles in his back. Your hand on his hip massaged circles into his soft flesh as you whispered sweet words into his ear, your cock grinding deep inside him as his eyes rolled back.

You had a strong urge to taunt him, make your little leader beg for your cock. You didn’t pick up the pace, opting to murmur against his nape, suggesting that maybe you two should leave it at this tonight, claiming that you didn’t want to overwhelm him with another orgasm. In the midst of giving your (fake) reasoning, Miguel had already reached one of his clawed hands out, gripping the wrist of your hand that rested next to his head, nearly drawing blood. He blabbered out a bunch of pleads, clearly distraught by your recommendation. “I can take it, I can take it,” his whines were cut off by a snivel, thick tears flowing down his face in desperation, “I need you, y/n, you can’t stop now. I need you to cum insi—”

You pulled back, sliding your cock out just enough for the tip to catch on his hole before slamming back inside him, resuming your merciless pace. “Fuck, you want me to fill you up, baby?” You grunted out between your thrusts. “Make me a daddy?” Miguel was delirious, couldn’t even respond as his eyes rolled back, drool leaking past his puffy lips and onto the pillow below him. You tucked your head against the curve of his nape, muttering dirty things in his ear as you pounded into him.

God, normally you didn’t like talking, but tonight you were feeling chatty. “Answer me, mami. Or do you want me to stop?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse and whiny, slurring his words as he got more and more drunk on your cock. “I wan’ it, I wan’ it.” He couldn’t hold his head up even a few inches anymore, slumping into his tear-stained pillow as he got closer and closer to his second orgasm. “You can have it, baby, it’s all yours.” You groaned into his ear, your own climax approaching. “Take everything, my first born, my last name, take it all, mami.”

Your pace stuttered as you climaxed, filling Miguel up with your seed as you bit his nape harshly. The sensations drove Miguel over the edge, staining the sheets below him for the second time tonight as he sobbed your name into the pillow. It was too much for him, falling into darkness only moments later, the sound of you clicking a few buttons on his wrist watch being his last memory before succumbing to his exhaustion.

Miguel woke up the next morning in your burly arms, his head tucked against your neck as the two of you laid on your sides, facing one another. He was sweating a bit, your body emitting heat like a furnace as he tried to recall the concluding events of the previous night. He was in a foreign room now, dressed in some of your clothing, sunlight illuminating the little signs of life around the large bedroom. Your room. Clearly well furnished as he took notice of the mini living room in one of the walls of the room.

Miguel knew you were wealthy, known for your business relations all over your Earth. He was always a bit perplexed at how little time you spent in your own dimension, always either scouring other Earths for anomalies or spending time in HQ, debriefing Miguel on your expeditions while awaiting your next assignment. Like a machine. This always irked him, nearly made him wonder if his attraction to you was just objectification. But now that he had a clear view of your rarely unmasked face, he could see that he was wrong. That the Spider-Man of this Earth was very much human.

You let out a low groan as you slowly awoke, your arms tightening around Miguel before lowering the arm that wasn't smushed under his side to rest on his waist. "The nurses are gonna be angry when they see I'm not in my room." You murmured in a husky voice, your eyes still closed. "I'll make an excuse for you, they won't argue with me." Miguel whispered back, a giddy smile spread across his face as his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice.

You could practically hear the smile in Miguel's voice, slowly opening your eyes to meet his. Miguel was a bit surprised at the satisfied look in your eyes, a bashful expression spreading on his face as his eyes darted away from yours. You squeezed an arm around his back, pulling him flush against you as your other hand squeezed the sore mound of his rear. "Don't be a prude, boss." You said in an undertone before pressing a tender kiss against his lips. Miguel accepted the kiss for a moment before quickly pulling his face back an inch from yours, a look of displeasure on his face. "C'mon, y/n, don't call me that right now." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small grin danced across your face as you turned, leaning your body over his as he shifted to lay flat under you, your arms bent and bordering around his head. "What would you prefer, Miguel?" You said in a low tone before you began pressing even softer kisses on his lips, his hands lifting to rest on your chest. "Mi vida?" A kiss. "Cariño?" Another one. "Or," you lowered your head enough so that your lips brushed against his when you spoke, "mami? You seemed to like that one last night." Miguel's lips pressed into a thin line at your last few words, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the memory. How fucking adorable.

"Y/n," Miguel murmured, a determination in his eyes, "what are we?" You stared down at him, thinking for a moment. "Y'know, I always knew when you were visiting me at night. I could feel you massaging lotion into my hands, or dripping antibiotics into my ear, or whispering stories about how you met Jessica. You're not very discreet." Miguel looked up at you, a vulnerable look on his face. "Why?" "I love you." Miguel blurted out a low tone, though his eyes were full of confidence. "I love you too." You replied in a softer tone, your elbows pressed into the firm mattress as your fingers ran through his hair.

Miguel looked like he could cry at the intimacy of the moment, but you beat him to it, one of your own tears dripping right below his eye before leaking down the side of his face. Miguel chuckled, reaching his hands up to hold your face. The two of you spent the morning exchanging kisses and sweet words before you both eventually had to return to HQ, returning to your room to receive a proper scolding from one of the older nurses.

Bro, I cannot put into words how badly I wanted to write miguel giving head. Imma have to save it for a part three where reader is fully recovered 😔 (obvi only if yall want it)

But yea, i hope yall enjoyed this 😆 It's like 3AM rn so I'm going to bed ✌️ feel free to let me know about any typos

daddy’s little boy — megumi x male reader

author’s note. another self indulgent fic AHH. megumi with daddy AND abandonment issues?? hottest combo. thank you to @anime-nymph​ for helping me out with the plot, i really appreciate it sweetheart <3 ALSO T***LR IS A WHORE.

tw. DARK CONTENT, DILF READER, pwp, pseudo incest, age gap (Reader is 42, Megumi is 19), huge size difference, manipulation, daddy kink, feminization, barebacking, manhandling, virginity loss, corruption, face fucking, unprotected sex, cuckolding, forced ‘breeding’, aged up! mai zenin ( wc. 1.6k )

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬.

☼ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lexi howard x male!black!reader

☼ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: brief mention of sexual activity

☼ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐞𝐝)?: Lexi Howard with a really buff black himbo bf is something that makes everyone around her jealous - anonymous.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 730+

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Through trial and minimal effort, Lexi Howard obtained a brick house.

𝘈/𝘕: This lacks the jealousy component, but it's the first thing I've successfully written in a week so I'm a little proud. Send the requests in, and if you've already sent one expect them to be posted tomorrow and Monday!

Your muscles caught Lexi's attention first.

The cheer team decided to work on the side of the field while the football players practiced, and Lexi just so happened to be waiting for Cassie on the bleachers.

The sun was beating down on the field and cast a golden glow making you and your exposed skin in that cropped muscle tee and basketball shorts look damn near angelic.

She watched as the underclassmen nearly collapsed in exhaustion from exertion and the heat while you smiled and yelled words of encouragement as you and the rest of the upperclassmen carried on.

The girls joined Lexi at her spot on the bleachers. Maddy insisted on waiting for Nate. Lexi went back to pretending to do her homework, but when her eyes left the papers in her lap, and she'd fumbled pencil hand too many times, the rest of the group quickly spotted what held her attention.

Maddy leaned forward over her shoulder to directly see what Lexi stared at.

"Y/N? That's who you're staring at, right?"

The rest of the girls turned their wandering eyes to you. 6 feet something and built like a brick wall, it was hard not to see you.

"Tall, dark, and handsome? He's your type Lex?" Maddy continued to inquire, the matchmaker cogs in her head, turning as her eyes went from you to the book nerd in the seat in front of her.

<3

The next time Lexi saw you was in the hallway. She was on her way to her next class and quite literally crashed into you while rushing to Calc on the third floor.

Pretty impressive for her not to see you. Even more impressive was how you caught her before she hit the floor with her books.

You grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close to your chest.

Her cheeks immediately reddened when she realized who'd caught her and spread to her neck when her eyes met yours. Wide and doe-like eyes, and a large hand reaching up to grab her cheeks as you checked her for a possible injury.

Books still spread on the hallway floor, but all Lexi could focus on was the warmth of your palm and the color of your eyes.

"Airhead, we gotta go to lunch, 'm hungry."

The brief encounter between the two of you was stopped short by Nate hitting your shoulder, dropping to pick up the remaining books of Lexi's, stacking them back in her arms and following Nate down the hall.

'Handsome and a gentleman.' Lexi concluded as her eyes followed your movement through the students in the hall.

<3

Bumping into you became a regular occurrence. It wasn't on purpose, but each time Lexi found more and more joy in seeing the strain of your biceps and deep concerned tone.

Bumping into each other turned into acknowledging each other's existence while passing in the halls. You brightly waved at the girl so much smaller than you while her friends giggled around her, cooing, "Y/N and Lexi, sittin' in a tree…" and other jokes once you'd passed.

And soon, those smiles and waves turned to casual conversation, and Lexi learned something.

If she had to name a fictional character that mirrored your personality, it'd definitely be Thor.

Your skin was obviously far from pale, and your hair grew to the sun instead, but much like the god of lightning in Marvel, when you and Lexi spoke, each conversation left behind a disorienting feeling.

"… he's like an environmentally-destructive Steve Jobs-"

"Who?"

"Who- Do you mean Steve Jobs or Musk?"

"Yes."

"Which one, Musk or Jobs?"

"Yes."

"WHICH ONE?"

<3

You were each other's New Years' kiss. And this time the collision was intentional.

You'd been acquaintances for months at this point, and she leaned in to kiss you when the crowd screamed 'one!'

From that night, the two of you began dating.

You follow her like a golden retriever and her indulging in your idiotic insistent thoughts.

"What are you doing?" Lexi walked into the kitchen, naked under your shirt, legs wobbly and unstable as a semblance of last night's activities. Your parents were out of town, so Lexi stayed with you for the week.

"Seeing if I can actually be electrocuted by shoving a fork into a toaster," you said casually, hunched over the counter, fork in hand.

"Y/N, nO!"

Lexi loved her very buff, very idiotic boyfriend (sometimes).

Bakugou is, for all intents and purposes, a massive baby.

God forbid you leave him for ten minutes before he starts wandering around the house looking for you. Mercy on you if you go out to the grocery store and don’t take him. And how dare you even consider get up to get a snack when he's in the bathroom, letting your shared spot get cold.

These things, he can not let go easily.

Naturally, this slips your mind every once in a while because a peaceful life with Bakugou Katsuki doesn't exist. When you forget, he makes it his mission to force you to remember his clingy ass.

Tonight, it would appear to be no different.

It's 02:30 when you snap back to reality, bleary eyes blinking to get your bearings back.

The lamp on the side table blinds you momentarily, there's music coming from the tv- credits, you deduce, from the show Denki had raved to you both about. When you angle your head up, you're met with a firm jawline that lets out a loud snore from the slight disturbance.

Katsuki never was good at staying awake during these things.

Smiling up at him, you're quick to place a tender little kiss on his chin, watching as the corners of his mouth twitches slightly. Gently, you slip out of his arms and cover him with the blanket, using the parted lips releasing the smallest little snores to ensure his slumber. He smacks his lips and turns slightly on his side, as if chasing the warmth you'd taken away, and you click the tv off to keep him in the dark. You shuffle your way into your bedroom to get your own rest; you shiver once you slip under the covers, the fabric cold from the lack of use and lack of Katsuki's body heat.

The minute you do warm up, however, you're out like a light, and you remain so for a few hours.

But then, there's someone at the end of your bed. You feel them, and it wakes you just barely. You shift the blankets higher on your shoulder for protection from whatever your subconsious picks up, and just when you feel normal, something speaks.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

The raspy voice coming from the foot of your bed is more than enough to snap you from your sleep, but it isn’t until you see the massive, bulky frame that your heart sinks and you scream, you scream as loud as you can, immediately scrambling to the corner of your bed.

“Stop screaming, it’s me.”

Your shaking hands immediately shoot to the lamp next to your bed and upon flicking it on, you’re greeted by a sleepy Katsuki, blanket around his shoulders and sleepy scowl on his face, as if you’re the one who just inconvenienced him.

“You freak! What are you doing!” You snap, quickly rubbing your eyes to knock the sleep from them to properly scold. He merely shrugs and smacks his tired lips, indifferent to the previous heart attack he’d given you.

“Left me alone on the couch,” he says, dropping the blanket onto the floor before crawling into bed next to you, casually. “We were snuggling. You abandoned me.”

“You-! I was-! Why-!”

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he says, burying his face into his pillow and making a grabby hand for you, “c’mere, wanna spoon.”

Your heart, still pounding in your chest, finally lets breaths of air in, your hands trembling as you flick back off the light. You’re still mad, now shaking with fury, and as you roll to have your back facing him, you try to take deep breaths to calm down and not smother the man you somehow chose to love with a pillow.

“Hey,” he grumbles, tugging your sleep shirt. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking stand you, Katsuki. I don’t even want to be in the same bed as you right now, you scared the fucking shit out of me.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you.”

“And you thought threATENING ME AT THE END OF OUR BED WAS A GOOD WAY TO DO THAT?”

He goes silent, and you almost think he’s given up, and just as you blink your stinging eyes, he suddenly rolls on top of you, knocking the wind out of you at his heaviness.

“Katsuki!” You scold, but it’s shrouded in laughter, an absolute contrast of how you just were talking all of ten seconds ago.

“Now you can’t leave,” he says, cockily. “You wake me again and I will kill you.”

“You woke me up just now! You could’ve easily come to bed like any sane person!”

“….”

“Katsuki!”

“Cant hear you, I’m asleep.”

“KATSUKI!”