༊*·˚ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 — 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

genshin man (your choice ofc) overstimulating reader ☺️🫵🏻☺️🫵🏻

・✶ ｡ including — alhaitham, kinich ☁︎ synopsis — he likes overstimulating his darling, he loves it, even <3

warnings — overstimulation, sweet talks with alhaitham <3 teasing genshin man, kinich is a little mean, fem! reader

— alhaitham

"if you could only see yourself the way i see you," alhaitham murmurs as his lips brush against your ear ever so tenderly— and his voice was like a soothing balm hovering on top of you, grounding you in the present moment even as your senses spiraled into near insanity.

with purpose, his hands move and explore your writhing skin, discovering every sensitive spot on your body as his hips thrust with vigor, the messy, wet squelches of your cunt making you arch your back as the bubble inside your belly threatens to pop.

with alhaitham, there was no rush in his actions, only a deep, profound care to give you the most intense pleasure until your body borders on overstimulation and love. his fingertips trace delicate patterns over your skin as his eyes, filled with an intense yet tender focus, watch how your legs shake and quiver around his narrow waist.

you continue to arch into his touch and whimper when you catch his lips curve into a small smile each time your pussy squeezes him, his gaze never leaving your face. he wanted, no, needed to see every expression you made, every moment of pleasure he could draw from you until you lose control of yourself, the feeling of his erection pressing into you over and over being unlike anything profanely possible.

"just let go for me, yeah?" he whispers, his voice like a husky command that sent a cold shiver down the entirety of your spine, "i'm with you, here with you," as he continues to grind his cock into you, the lazy, yet skilled drags of his shaft rushing around your spongey walls as you mewl out his name.

there was nothing you could do other than cling to his shoulders, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the sensations were beginning to turn overwhelming, each touch, each kiss, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you and feeling like a mountain was tied against your frame, looming and threatening to crush you.

his hands moved lower to find your swollen clit to pinch and press into the little pearl before rubbing you fiercely as it that had you crying out in deep pleasure until you just couldn't take it anymore.

your body felt so tense, the pleasure building to its pinnacle as you messily released all over his cock, intense waves of pleasure bursting through you as you simply shattered, your body convulsing in his strong arms as alhaitham held you through it all, his merciless touch on your clit never faltering as he rubbed you through your blissful orgasm.

— kinich

kinich's eyes sparkled with mischief as he traced a finger down your arm, his touch light and teasing while his grin was somewhat playful, quite menacing as well if being honest, yet promising a night of unrestrained pleasure until he could see you fall apart for him.

"you look so tempting to me, i can't wait to feel you over and over and over," the man purred, his voice resembling a seductive whisper as you leaned into his warmth, his breath hot against your neck as he kissed a trail down to your collarbone before biting into your flesh.

it's obvious he knows exactly how to drive you wild, how to make you beg and cry.

in a matter of seconds, you tremble underneath him, toes curled and your hips grinding up so your clit could rub into his pelvis as kinich chuckled at your eagerness, finding it rather amusing as it fueled the ego inside of him, "patience, ever heard of it, hmm?" he teases as his lips brush against your ear, "don't you realize we have all night?"

his fingers induce electric bolts into you as they danced over your skin with ease, never lingering in one spot for too long as he found it to be the most pleasurable if he was able to tease you until you would literally break— because you see, each touch was a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come, leaving you breathless and yearning for more and kinich utterly adored that.

"how odd, you're so sensitive there," he remarks with a giggle as he messily thrusts into your cunt before grinding his hips down whenever he was fully inside, "i wonder why," as his voice turned in a husky whisper, his eyes meeting yours in a trice, a spark of amusement and desire in their depths and taking you by surprise.

"ugh, i love seeing you like this, so vulnerable,"

kinich's grin was wicked, insane, his eyes never leaving yours as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. "more, come on," he whispers, "i want to see you fall apart for me, you think you can do that?"

and with a final, teasing thrust— so strong, in fact, that it made your boobs jiggle up and down, he sent you over the edge, your voice dying in your throat before you felt something pop in your stomach and fuck, it was so effortlessly quick like he didn't even need to try to make you feel this way.

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bf!sukuna who is annoyingly perceptive of everything that you do. you don't realise it but this man basically knows you better than yourself. he knows your routine, what time you sleep and what time you usually wake. he can tell if your appetite has changed and if you're eating too little. he can tell if you have a little too much stress going on just by your mood changes and the little crease between your brow when you frown.

he knows the food you hate and foods you’re craving. he can tell how much sleep you get by the ways you greet him in the mornings. he sends reminders for you to eat or drink water knowing how packed your schedule is.

he knows just by your exhaustion how much you need to lay next to him and be in his presence. he wraps an arm around you saying nothing more.

Explosions in the Rain - K. Bakugo

When you were four years old, you were physically Katsuki Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

Your Quirk was Precipitation, which allowed you to control and manipulate water, but specifically water from the atmosphere or the air around you, such as the rain. For as long as you could remember, whenever Bakugo created those annoyingly loud and intrusive explosions of his, you would also gather the water particles in the air around you and drop water at his hands to stop the explosion. You effortlessly pissed him off to no end, especially when you would always stop him from bullying Izuku.

He hated it; how you got so used to stopping him from creating his explosions to the point where you could even predict when, where, and how he was going to use them. You read him like a book, and he despised it. He despised how well you knew him, despised how perceptive you were despite only being four and the same age as him, and despised how you made him feel weak.

When you were twelve years old, you were mentally Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

It’s already been established for the past eight years that you had grown completely and utterly familiar with Bakugo and his Quirk. But twelve was a difficult age for everyone; most people were entering puberty, it was the time of inexperienced preteens doing things that they will regret later in life, and most people began to understand their crushes.

Bakugo wasn’t most people. When his heart raced whenever you spoke or bickered with him, he assumed that he was just getting adrenaline from “winning” the argument (he usually always lost in the end). Whenever his face reddened when you accidentally brushed his hand or touched him, he just assumed that he was angry. Whenever you defended Izuku from Bakugo, he always assumed that he was pissed because of the sole fact that you were defending Deku of all people.

When you were sixteen years old, you were supposedly Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

You were both first years at UA, and despite your constant arguing, name calling, and childlike behavior with each other, everyone always assumed at first meeting that you were both dating but just had particularly strange ways of showing affection. They had even spread rumors that you were both dating--although you were both used to it, as the same thing used to happen in middle school.

You both denied those rumors, although deep inside of Bakugo’s heart, he did want those rumors to be true. However, even with the knowledge from the both of you that the rumors were false, most people still assumed that you were both in love. After all, you both always looked for each other during a villain attack and stuck to each other’s side. No one will ever forget just how fragmented your mental state was when Bakugo was kidnapped by the League of Villains, and how you cried when you and a few others managed to get him back.

When you were seventeen, Bakugo realized that you were never his greatest pain in the ass, but his greatest soft spot and weakness.

How absolutely heartwrenching your scream was when he basically died. How he felt his soul leave his body when you saw you bloody and unconscious. How he held you close when the war ended and you both narrowly survived.

And finally, finally, he realized that all this time, he never despised the feelings you gave him. He adored it, and he began to relish in it. The red on his cheeks and how you held his heart in your hands and never once dropped it. How he loved you.

When you were twenty-two years old, you truly became Bakugo’s greatest weakness.

Or perhaps we should change how we address him to Katsuki, as Bakugo is now also your last name.

The cold golden ring against your finger was a small yet impactful sensation, enough to make you tear up. You’ve always dreamed of this day, of getting married to the one you loved most. And standing right in front of you at the altar was your dearest Katsuki, who you refused to allow to wear makeup to cover up his scars. “Today, we are here to celebrate the knot of two wonderful young souls…” the priest began.

As the priest finished his long speech, Katsuki leaned in, and right before he kissed you, he muttered something. “You know, growing up, you were my biggest pain in the ass.”

“Same with you.” You murmured, chuckling breathily. His eyes softened before cupping your cheek with a calloused hand.

“I’ll love growing old with you just as much as I did growing up with you. I love you.”

He kissed you after those words, and finally, you eternally became Katsuki’s greatest weakness.

This was made on a whim, and this is also my first time ever writing for MHA…do tell me what you think of this lmao

UNDERNEATH.ᐟ

pairing ᝰ.ᐟ sister's bf! lee heeseung x reader

genre ᝰ.ᐟ smut

warnings ᝰ.ᐟ cheating, fingering, etc.

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ part 2 of she’s right, mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

you don’t know how it happened—how you ended up like this, pressed into the armrest of the couch, your body tense with awareness. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. but somehow, heeseung had found his way right next to you, his presence suffocating, his warmth radiating off of him like a silent taunt.

your sister lay draped over his chest, her focus entirely on the movie playing on the tv, oblivious to the way his attention wasn’t on her.

it was on you.

your breath catches the moment you feel it—his fingers, featherlight, grazing against the exposed skin of your thigh. the touch is barely there, but it sends a ripple of heat through you, goosebumps rising in its wake. you swallow hard, your heart pounding as his fingers continue their slow, deliberate path, tracing lazy patterns against your skin.

heeseung acts as if nothing is happening, his eyes locked onto the screen, his face unreadable. but his fingers say otherwise. they move with intention, creeping higher, brushing just under the hem of your shorts.

you suck in a sharp breath, fingers curling into the fabric of the blanket draped over your lap, your body screaming at you to move—to stop this before it goes too far.

but you don’t.

because as much as you hate to admit it, a part of you is frozen in place, anticipation thick in your veins, waiting to see just how far he’s willing to go.

“heeseung—” you whisper, your voice barely audible, breath hitching as you feel the gentle but insistent tug of his fingers on the waistband of your shorts. your body tenses, heat pooling low in your stomach, torn between the fear of being caught and the undeniable thrill of his touch.

his eyes flicker to yours, dark and unreadable, his lips curling into the faintest smirk before he leans in just enough for his breath to fan against your ear.

“shh, baby…” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, his fingers toying with the elastic of your shorts, pulling it back slightly before releasing it, letting it snap softly against your skin. the action is subtle, but it sends a jolt through you, your pulse pounding in your ears.

your gaze darts toward your sister, still curled up against his chest, completely unaware of the illicit touches happening just inches away from her. her eyes remain glued to the tv, her face illuminated by the flickering glow of the screen, lost in the movie while you’re trapped in this dangerous moment with her boyfriend.

heeseung shifts slightly, angling himself closer, his fingers dipping just beneath the fabric now, skimming along the soft skin of your hip. his touch is slow, lazy, as if he has all the time in the world.

“you’re so tense,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. “just relax, baby… let me take care of you.”

your fingers dig into the couch, knuckles white, trying to ground yourself as the weight of the situation crashes down on you. this is wrong. so, so wrong.

but the way heeseung’s fingers move—the way his voice seeps into your skin like honey—makes it so damn hard to stop.

before you can fully process what’s happening, you feel it—his hand slipping under your shorts, fingers deftly pushing past the waistband of your panties. your breath catches in your throat, your entire body stiffening as his fingertips brush against your already-soaked folds. the touch is light, teasing, but the sensation sends a shiver through you, your thighs instinctively parting just enough to grant him access.

his fingers move slowly at first, tracing along your slit, gathering your slickness before pressing just a little harder. the faintest grunt slips from his lips, barely audible, but you hear it—feel the way his body shifts slightly, adjusting himself as if even just touching you like this is too much for him to handle.

“fuck…” heeseung exhales, his voice rough, almost strained.

his fingers continue their lazy exploration, circling around your entrance but never fully pushing in, his touch deliberate, torturous. he drags his fingers through your wetness, spreading it, his breathing growing heavier as he feels just how ready you are for him.

your nails dig into the cushion beneath you, your heart hammering in your chest as you risk a glance at your sister. she’s still nestled against him, completely unaware, lost in the glow of the movie playing on the screen.

but you’re not.

you’re drowning in the heat of his touch, in the way his fingers glide against you with practiced ease, in the way his breath grows heavier, hotter, with every passing second.

heeseung tilts his head slightly, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “so fucking wet… all for me.”

your head tilts back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pleasure rolls through you. his fingers stroke your clit with an agonizing precision—slow, deliberate circles that send electric shocks pulsing through your core. the sensation is overwhelming, your thighs jerking slightly in response, but heeseung only tightens his grip, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

your breath comes in shallow pants, chest rising and falling with each teasing motion of his fingers. every stroke is a calculated push, a silent command for you to give in, to let go, to let him take you apart piece by piece.

you bite down on your lip, desperate to stay quiet, but then heeseung moves lower, his fingers gliding through your slick folds before dipping inside you. the stretch is slow, torturous, as he eases one, then two fingers into your heat, filling you inch by inch.

a muffled whimper threatens to escape, your body trembling as he curls his fingers just right, pressing into that sensitive spot that makes your stomach clench.

“so fucking good for me…” heeseung whispers, his breath hot against your ear, voice thick with lust. his fingers move in steady, deliberate strokes, pumping in and out of you, his thumb still working your clit in perfect rhythm.

the room feels unbearably hot, every nerve in your body hyperaware of his touch, the weight of your sister’s presence only making it all the more intoxicating.

“keep quiet, baby,” heeseung murmurs, smirking as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck. “or she’s gonna find out just how much of a mess you’re making for me.”

you clench helplessly around his fingers at his filthy words, a muffled whimper slipping past your lips before you can swallow it down. the heat in your stomach coils tighter, twisting into something unbearable as heeseung continues working you open, his fingers curling with calculated precision, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that makes your entire body tense.

just when you think you might be able to keep yourself under control, heeseung suddenly withdraws, leaving you empty for a brief, torturous second before pushing back in—this time with three fingers.

the stretch is intense, burning in the best way possible, your walls instinctively clenching around him as your back arches slightly. a sharp gasp rips from your throat, louder than you intended, the sound echoing in your own ears like a betrayal. panic surges through you, your sister still so close, and you barely have time to react before you’re slapping a trembling hand over your mouth, muffling your own pleasure.

heeseung doesn’t stop—if anything, he takes your reaction as an invitation. his pace quickens, fingers plunging deeper, fucking into you with a quiet desperation that makes your thighs shake. his free hand grips your inner thigh, keeping you open for him, making sure you take everything he gives you.

“that’s it, baby,” heeseung whispers against your ear, his voice dripping with amusement and arousal. “feel so fucking good squeezing me like that.”

your legs tremble violently as the pleasure builds, your entire body on fire, dangerously close to the edge. and the worst part?

you have to stay completely silent while he ruins you.

“naughty girl,” heeseung breathes against your ear, his voice laced with amusement and something darker, something possessive. his fingers never slow, plunging deep inside you, curling just right as he watches every desperate reaction spill across your face. “letting me finger fuck you while your sister is right here… you really have no shame, do you?”

his words make your stomach tighten, the coil inside you winding impossibly tight, threatening to snap at any moment. your breathing is uneven, ragged, your body trembling as his fingers continue their ruthless pace.

“should i even let you cum?” he taunts, his lips barely grazing your jaw as he whispers the cruel question.

your eyes fly open, desperate, pleading, as you meet his dark, hungry gaze. heeseung looks utterly amused, completely in control, reveling in the way you’re falling apart at his touch.

you nod furiously, your movements frantic, your entire body begging for release without a single word. your grip on the couch tightens, your free hand still clamped over your mouth, muffling the whimpers that threaten to spill out as the pleasure builds to a breaking point.

heeseung smirks, clearly enjoying your desperation. his fingers slow just enough to make you whine softly against your palm, your hips bucking in silent protest.

“hmm,” he muses, pretending to think as his thumb lazily circles your clit, sending another jolt of pleasure straight through you. “i don’t know, baby. do you really deserve it?”

“y—yes, heeseung—please…” you whimper softly, voice barely above a breath, laced with desperation. your head tilts back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut as your body completely surrenders to his touch. every nerve is on fire, every sensation heightened by the sheer risk of the moment, by the fact that your sister is still so close—completely unaware of how her boyfriend is ruining you right beside her.

your thighs tremble, threatening to snap shut around his hand, but heeseung doesn’t allow it. his fingers keep working you open, pressing deeper, curling with perfect precision as his thumb continues slow, teasing circles against your clit. the pleasure is overwhelming, stealing the air from your lungs, making it nearly impossible to stay quiet.

heeseung watches you with dark, hooded eyes, his lips curving into a wicked smirk at the sight of you coming undone for him. he leans in, his breath warm against your skin, his voice nothing more than a whisper against your ear.

“look at you,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with amusement. “so fucking desperate. you want to cum that badly, baby? even with her right here?”

you can’t even bring yourself to answer—only a shaky, breathless moan escapes as your fingers clutch at the fabric beneath you, holding on for dear life.

“please, seungie—i can’t…” you whimper, your voice trembling, barely coherent through the haze of pleasure consuming you. your entire body is wound tight, every muscle tensed as the pleasure builds higher, dangerously close to spilling over.

the hand that had been gripping the couch in a desperate attempt to ground yourself now flies up to your mouth, pressing firmly against your lips to stifle the moans threatening to slip out. your breaths come in short, ragged gasps against your palm, the heat of your own touch doing little to muffle the sounds completely.

your other hand, shaky and weak, reaches out blindly, searching for something—anything—to hold onto. it finds heeseung’s wrist, fingers curling around it in a silent plea. his skin is hot beneath your touch, his pulse steady, unbothered, in contrast to the absolute mess he’s turning you into.

heeseung smirks, clearly reveling in your desperation. his fingers don’t slow, still thrusting into you with that agonizing precision, curling just right, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you like he knows your body better than you do.

“can’t what, baby?” he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “can’t take it? or can’t hold it in?”

his words only make it worse, make the coil in your stomach tighten even more, make your thighs shake as you struggle to stay quiet. heeseung chuckles, his free hand sliding up your thigh, squeezing lightly before whispering,

“then be a good girl and cum for me… but don’t you dare make a sound.”

his words are your undoing. the moment they leave his lips, the coil in your stomach snaps violently, pleasure crashing over you in thick, pulsing waves. your entire body tenses before completely unraveling, your back arching slightly against the couch as you fall apart on his fingers.

your hand clamps down tighter over your mouth, pressing so firmly against your lips that your knuckles turn white, desperate to keep yourself silent. a muffled whimper escapes anyway, swallowed by your palm as your walls flutter around his fingers, gripping them like a vice.

heeseung groans under his breath, feeling the way you gush around him, soaking his fingers, dripping down his hand. his movements don’t stop—he keeps thrusting, slower now, dragging out every last bit of your high, prolonging your pleasure until you’re trembling beneath his touch.

your thighs quiver uncontrollably, your muscles weak and useless as the aftershocks ripple through you. your free hand, the one clinging to his wrist, squeezes weakly, as if silently begging him to stop, to give you a moment to recover.

but heeseung doesn’t pull away immediately. instead, he lets his fingers linger inside you, feeling the way your walls still clench around him, your body twitching with sensitivity. his gaze flickers to your sister for a split second, ensuring she’s still lost in the movie before his eyes return to you—dark, satisfied.

finally—finally—he eases his fingers out of you, the slow drag making your breath hitch, your body still reeling from the high.

he doesn’t say anything at first. he just stares at you, watching the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lips part slightly behind your trembling hand, the way your thighs still quiver from the intensity of it all.

then, with slow, deliberate movements, heeseung lifts his fingers—glistening, coated in the evidence of your pleasure. the sight alone makes your stomach tighten, heat rushing to your cheeks as you watch, wide-eyed, unable to look away.

his expression remains unreadable, but there’s something dark, something dangerously smug in the way he parts his lips, slipping his fingers into his mouth with an agonizing slowness. his tongue flicks over them, savoring every trace of your slickness, his eyes still fixed on the tv as if this were nothing more than a casual indulgence.

but you see it—the way his chest rises just a little deeper, the subtle twitch in his jaw, the tension in his shoulders betraying the restraint he’s barely holding onto. he hums lowly, the sound barely audible over the hum of the screen, but you hear it, feel the vibration of his satisfaction curl in your stomach.

when his fingers finally slip free, shining with the wetness of his lips, heeseung exhales slowly, savoring the lingering taste like something he isn’t ready to let go of just yet. then, as if nothing happened, he lowers his hand, the movement unhurried, almost lazy, as he lets it fall onto his lap.

the room remains quiet except for the murmur of the tv, your sister still nestled against his chest, completely unaware of the sinful act that had just unfolded inches away from her.

your breath is uneven, your thighs still trembling slightly, your body betraying you as the ghost of his touch lingers, pulsing between your legs.

heeseung doesn’t look at you, doesn’t acknowledge what just happened—not outright. but his smirk deepens, his fingers tapping absently against his thigh, the motion slow, rhythmic, taunting.

and then, in a voice just above a whisper, meant only for you, he mutters, “that’s my good girl.”

natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ okay if you read my last one, act like it never existed, this is a lot better and i’m actually happy with how it turned out :))

DABI AS A BOYFRIEND ✫

✫ incurably watches you sleep. you get used to waking up to it eventually. maybe.

✫ neck kisses all the time

✫ his communication skills are shit. you feel like a kindergarten teacher explaining to his expressionless face how to talk about our feelings

✫ he keeps a hand on your back or your shoulder or in your hair when you’re together, absently keeping track of you

✫ “you’re cute when you’re scared.”

✫ warm ass hands

✫ he definitely has a weird and scary thing for pain. “you want to touch the staples? yeah, you can touch them. you can rip them out of my face with your teeth if you like.”

✫ dabi doesn’t do nicknames. pet names are once in a blue moon.

✫ driest texter to walk the earth

✫ the self deprecating jokes are actually mad funny. sir please stop calling yourself crispy

✫ gets very um. creative about degradation.

✫ it’s all “come get in the shower with me” and then you stick a toe in and the water is two degrees away from freezing to ice. sorry not all of us have fire inside okay

✫ he doesn’t like you cautious around his injuries, even treating/tending them: “stop being fucking gentle with me.”

“I didn’t shave—“

“I do not…give a fuck. Open your legs.”

You and Bakugo have this argument at least once a month. You only need to wax your little lady once a month after your period , and it’s about that time to do so but you have 2 problems;

Your appointment isn’t until 2 more days, and you have a boyfriend that has been waiting a full week to eat you out.

“‘Suki I told you I hate—-“

“Why do you give a fuck about that? It’s HAIR.”

“I FEEL DIRTY.”

“You just took an everything shower.”

Bakugo NEVER understood the point of shaving your pussy anyway. He genuinely does not care whether there is hair or not on it, and after having an irritating crave to eat your pussy he definitely couldn’t care less.

“It’s a bush.”

“I don’t—- y/n the area I wanna suck—“

“Don’t be a pervert.”

He deadpanned at you, the Blondie also never cared for how blunt he was with his dirty words. Just two weeks ago you and him were eating cereal when he just casually spoke, “When I get home tonight I wanna eat your pussy against the door like I did last night.” As he gets up to clean his bowl.

No emotion

And no care.

He’s a damn savage.

“Your clit don’t have hair on it it’s just the lips.”

“OMY fucking—“

“Please.”

You blink, “what…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Bakugo groans loudly and lays his head on your shoulder. And bites it, “OW!” The main reason why Bakugo haven’t let up is because you and him established a strict safe word rule. He knows he can be pushy with things he wants but he’d never want to make you uncomfortable about it. If you GENUINELY don’t want him to all you have to say is “TNT” and he’ll drop it no questions asked. And never bring it up again.

But here you are, contemplating.

Your thoughts get broken by a soft kiss on your jaw, his scarred warm palms lifting your his shirt , playfully tapping his fingers on your clothed panties, “I heard you playing with yourself in the shower.”

You freeze, feeling his devious smirk against your cheek, his natural scent and musk clouding your mind as he keeps kissing you, rubbing on your body, “You want it as bad as I do. I fucking know you do.”

“Remember last time?”

He had your knees to your ears last time, ass hanging off the edge of the bed as he spit, licked, and sucked all inside and on your pussy. His fluffy hair tickling your inner thighs, his thumbs pressing into your skin so deep you could just barely grind against his mouth. Bakugo was always a nasty ass eater to the point you were embarrassed just watching him.

His ring and middle finger swirling circles on your clit as his tongue filled your aching tight hole, the way he stops for a moment to kiss the soft little nub , nearly making out with it making you roll your eyes because his pillowy wet lips felt soooooo good against you.

You remembered how he’d slap your ass a few times when you looked away for too long or covered your mouth, you swore he’d heat up his hands slightly just to do so.

You remembered how he’d hold your ankles up and he licked stripes against your pussy and his tongue teasing your other hole.

You remembered how he’d swished his head back and fourth while his lips captured your clit and tugged on it. Sending you over the edge while he sucked and groaned. Two fingers pumping inside you.

“You remember, huh.” His raspy voice against your ear, already teasing his fingers inside you panties, “You came so much you passed out right after.”

The more he spoke to distract you the further he got, eventually laying you down on his huge couch, to pulling off your panties, to opening you legs, to kissing each thigh, and down to repeating his exact actions from last time.

And no he did NOT care about the hair.

"Kinich!", you had immediately called out to him upon reaching his favourite resting area.

You knew which tree he favoured most, but instead his usual reciprocated call for you from above, or him jumping next to you, you weren't exactly expecting him to suddenly appear next to you upside down.

"Need something?"

Although it didn't show on his face, you can easily see the amused glint in his eyes at seeing your surprise expression. It seemed your Kinich was feeling a little playful today, and so were you actually. You were also actually very giddy today, eager to see him after being busy for most part of the day.

Your body moved before your own brain could properly register it, and maybe the lack of Ajaw's commentary was also the reason you weren't snapped out of your affectionate daze.

Gently cupping his cheek, you easily leaned forward. Pressing your lips softly against his. The kiss felt different, but in a good way. You like it a lot. Or maybe it's just because it's with Kinich. You love all types of kisses with him. All his affection. You just really love Kinich...

Pulling away, his cheeks now decorated in a pretty blush, it doesn't need a genius to know he was taken aback by your gesture. He didn't dislike it though, not at all. And if the way his eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips repeatedly says anything, it's safe to assume he wanted another.

"You're turning a little red there love, why not come down?", you teased lightly.

"One more"

"Huh?"

"One more kiss"

You couldn't help but laugh a bit, especially with how determined he looked to get another kiss from you. But you indulged him anyway, after all you like kissing him to begin with.

"There, now get down from there before you get lightheaded"

"It's just a little lightheadedness, I've been through worst", this time it's him who pulled you closer.

"Kinich?"

"Again..."

Seems like he really liked this new type of kiss...

"cmon baby one more..." he coos into your ear, nails still digging into the fleshy fat of your ass as he guides your hips up and down on his girthy cock. he was determined to get one more orgasm from you. he had to.

it felt like forever. you had been bouncing up and down on his shaft for what felt like ages. you couldn't even recall when it all had started. one orgasm to another, he simply couldn't get enough. he was addicted.

you felt that same knot in your stomach tighten again, this time it was much tighter and intense. the grip you had on his shoulders tightened, your nails engraving small crescents.

your boyfriend had noticed this, he swiftly grabs onto your waist, lifting you up and slamming himself into you at an cervix bruising pace. it was so quick you could barely could even process your own high approaching by second. then you felt it.

back arched, eyes rolled all the way back, jaw dropped, legs trembling. it was intense and heavenly. you've never felt anything so good in your life. it was so good that you didn't even notice the fluid you had squirted everywhere.

as you came back down from your high you realized your boyfriends thrusts had came to an abrupt end. "w-whyd you stop?" you ask, somewhat disappointed. but your boyfriend was looking into your eyes, a cheeky smirk plastered all over his face. "dirty girl- you squirted on me..." he panted out, slowly beginning to buck his hips into your cunt again.

you notice the tacky thin layer of liquid painted between your thighs and his lap. you let out a breathy sigh before your boyfriend whispers into your ear.

"y'think you could do that again for me pretty?"

gojo, geto, nanami, kirishima, hawks, denki, eren, jean + any of ur favs !!

Time to fuckin sob wtf

“her lovely hazel eyes”

“her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples”

“for her petite physique”

Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC

Back story + physical description = OC

Back story + no physical description = reader insert