Time Skip Characters!! NSFW/ Bestf! To Lovers, Atsumu Miya X Reader , Pussy Eating, Pussy Sniffing LMAO

Time skip characters!! NSFW/ bestf! To lovers, atsumu Miya x reader , pussy eating, pussy sniffing LMAO

I can just imagine your attempting to bake and it just keeps going wrong. You go to grab the salt for the bread recipe and it just slips out of your hand falling to the floor and spilling everywhere. Causing you to bend down kneeling sitting on your heels, your legs spread and all you here from in front of you is atsumu “Jesus is that your fucking pussy?” And you just go bright red as you look him the eyes, the fucking audacity on this man. “Excuse me?” You manage out looking at your 6’1 best friend.

“I can smell your pussy from over here” and your just denying it cause my god you’ve never been so embarrassed in your whole life. You and atsumu have been friends since you were kids, stuck to each other’s sides 24/7 your parents are so tired of all the trouble you two cause. You’ve had a crush on atsumu since you could remember getting your period for the first time. He’s never shown any signs that mirror yours, always flirting with girls at the party that HE dragged you to, saying ew anytime someone would ask if you guys where dating, bringing girls home to your shared apartment.

He was staring at you from across the room, now talking big steps crossing you’re spacious shared apartment. “It’s probably your horny man imagination, always thinking about sex “ you rolled your eyes picking up the remains of the salt and walking passed him to throw it in the trash.

“If I was that horny I’d already be fucking something y/n” your ears where burning this was not a usual topic for you two ,sure you’ve talked about his experiences with woman but never about yourself. “Can you just shut up and get out of my kitchen” you let out a frustrated sigh grabbing at his forearm to pull him out and away from you and your horrible baking skills. You hoped he wasn’t able to hear your heart beating in your goddamn throat from how nervous you were.

Then your seeing the room spin and then your pinned to the dining table. He holds you still with one hand pushed on your chest and the other spreading your legs. He brings his face down directly in front of your pussy closes his eyes and smells. “That’s your fucking pussy y/n” he growls flicking his eyes back up to yours and if you were blushing before you probably look like your about to explode and fuck Jesus you hope he can’t smell the slick that’s now coaxing your bottom folds, you scurry to push his head away and your breathings gone shagged

“tsumu, your being so werid get off” even with all your thrashing it’s not enough to throw the pro athlete off of you. He holds you still, holds eye contact and then he’s looking at your pussy again no shorts on just his oversized tea and your pink panties. “I can smell your arousal, and it’s making me fucking hard” he groans, pushing your shirt up with both his hands letting his grip on you go he grabs the bottom of your left thigh lifting it up to spread you better and you let a whimper slip when he blows on your clothed slit. “So fucking pretty for me gonna let your best fiend eat you out aren’t ya?” And then he’s kissing your thighs

“Always wanted to eat ya out baby, make you fucking mine, walking around with those emo boys when ya have all ya need right here” he kisses your clothed slit and your knees are giving out but your arms catch you “tsumu please, always wanted you ,make me yours ya?” Your hands are fisted in his dyed hair pushing him forward into your cunny and he’s letting out the prettiest groan

“You were always fucking mine princess, from the beginning ,You’ve been mine” he pulls your panties off “ think guys didn’t talk to ya cause you were ugly? Nah I told them not to touch you, or I’d kill them” he looks you dead in the eyes as he licks a strip up your pussy and you can’t even be upset with him because fuck you love him and fuck his tongue feels fucking good so all you manage out with your moans is a tiny “fuck you tsumu” and all he does is let out a deep chuckle as he eats your pussy.

“ oh ,you will tonight”

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NOT PROOF READ

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Most people tend to forget that his quirk is literally an explosion. He is like a bomb, if you want to make a clear comparison. This alone can help you conceptualize how dangerous he can be. 

Katsuki knows this better than anyone else. And he may act like he is brash and extremely careless when it comes to using his quirk… but lately, because of you he is realizing how scary he can be. He is dangerous. His hands can cause destruction. His hands can hurt you and that is the last thing he wants to happen. Sometimes it gets to him and he overthinks. Whenever he is around you, especially when he touches you, he worries. Sometimes it even haunts him before he lays down to sleep while holding you. What if I suddenly activate my quirk while I am hugging y/n? What if i have a bad dream and then when i wake up i see that i already hurt y/n? 

He grows restless sometimes, but him being Katsuki Bakugou, he hides it perfectly. And in days like this.. he thinks he may no longer have to hide anything anymore. In days like this, he understands even more why you are the perfect match for someone like him. You love him, and you will stay; no matter how dangerous of a man he can be.

Today he was tired, as usual. And to be frank, you were as well. It just so happened that you came home a little bit earlier than he did, so you had the time to whip something up so that he can eat something when he comes home. You were kind of irritated because you did not anticipate him to come home a few minutes after you had just put on your apron. “Dumbass. I will do the cooking instead! Your food tastes weird!” he always overreacts when you do something for him. Your food tastes okay, but he just doesn’t want you to do more work. But after a long day… Katsuki’s food sounds delightful. “Okay. I just thought I can cook something before you arrive.” 

After cooking, he served you the meal he made in the couch. You two never really eat in the dining table. You always use the little lap desk he bought and sit in the couch instead so you can be in front of the television while eating. It is much more comfier and better that way. 

You were feeling really drained already so you ate up all the food in a matter of minutes and he did as well. After that, you just plopped down his lap, finding a position where you feel the most comfortable. “Were you really that tired? hey, y/n, SLEEP IN THE BED.” it was too late. You were already asleep. 

Katsuki couldn’t do anything but to stare at you. He couldn’t believe it. You really fell asleep the moment you found your desired position. IN HIS LAP. On the couch, nonetheless. He paused for a moment to take in your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful. You were sleeping like a baby, with a little smile on your face, like this is where you belong.. like this is your safe place. 

That is when it hits him. Yes, his hands can be dangerous. His quirk can be scary. He possesses a power like non other. But as he caresses your face while you’re asleep, he realized how much trust you put in him. 

Because you know that you are the safest in the hands of the man who will burn the whole world to the ground for you. He can never hurt you, and the fact that he is so scared to do so is the proof that he never will.

for the ask game, can I get bakugou and "you look so good with your hands around my throat" 💗💗

oh god yeah you can

bakugou x reader - minors DNI, cws hatefucking, choking, bakugou threatens some light ncon breeding but doesn't follow through, cumshot, and then he's sweet ish at the end. dom bakugou sub reader but no titles used. degredation, praise.

"So sick of your shit," He growls in your ear, "Askin' me tough questions on live fuckin' tv," you feel his teeth sink into your neck, hear the lewd squelch of his cock in your pussy, "Gonna be a sweet girl for me from now on, aintcha?"

"Y-yeah," you manage, barely breathing, staring up at the pro hero who currently had you pinned against a wall in an alley outside the nicest restaurant in the city. He follows your eyes to the street and chuckles, thrusting up cruelly and pulling a harsh cry from your lips.

"You don't want anyone to see," he taunts you, "Anyone could walk by, and my rep," he chuckles, "I could fuckin' take it but you, you'd never fuckin' work again huh, takin' some hero cock in an alley, some kinda respectable," he reaches a hand up and wraps it around your throat, "Respectable reporter you are, huh?" You whimper, your hands flying to his wrist, but he doesn't move, and your struggling does nothing against the iron of his muscles. "Relax, princess," he says, spitting the second word like an insult. "I ain't gonna hurtcha, we're just gonna play a little game, hm, you wanna play a game with me?" You nod.

"Yes, I'll," you moan, interrupting your own sentence as he starts to choke you, just a little.

"Dirty fuckin' slut." He rolls his eyes. "Knew you'd like that shit, tell ya what, every time you cum on my cock, you owe me a goddamn favor." You whimper again. "Good, sounds like you understand." He picks up the pace then, cutting off your breathing sporadically, bringing tears to your eyes and then letting you breathe at the last possible second. You feel him palm your breasts through your dress, letting out a soft groan of his own when you clench down on him.

"You gonna cum, stupid?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, "You know if you cum," you feel his lips on your jaw, his teeth on your neck, "You know if you cum I fuckin' own you, right? You know that?"

"Mhm," you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, your nails digging into his muscled back through his suit.

"That's it," he says, feeling you clench down on him, releasing some of the pressure on your wind pipe, he reaches down between your legs, watching your back arch off the wall and starts rubbing at your clit. It's so gratifying, he thinks, watching you self destruct, watching you melt in front of him, go from someone cold and intelligent to this filthy wanton mess.

You hiccup, a wet, sad little sound, and he adjusts you, releasing your throat and lifting you off the ground, hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he lifts you off your feet, holding you up and bouncing you up and down on his cock himself, feeling the way you cling to him, face buried in his neck.

"F-fuck," you choke out, "Dynamight, I'm gonna-"

"That's two favors." He rasps, "You sure you wanna, you wanna cum so bad you wanna-" you cut him off, nipping at his neck, tears welling in your eyes as you cum a second time. He feels the wetness and pulls your face out of his neck, bracing your body against the wall. "So pretty like this," he manages, his words more of a hushed gasp than a confession, "Should, should go on air like this sometime-"

"Shut up," you whine, and he laughs meanly.

"Shouldn't have said that." He says, "Shouldn't have said that at all," you feel him pick up the pace, and he stops talking, fucking you through at least one more orgasm before you feel his thrusts get sporadic.

"Pull out," you say, a degree of urgency to your voice.

"Nah." Bakugou growls. "Not gonna."

"Please," you beg, squirming a little in his iron hold, "Please I'm not-"

"Not on birth control," he grunts, "But ya let a pro fucken hero fuck you raw in an alleyway, real smart princess,"

"Please," you plead, and he shakes his head.

"M'so close," he grunts, and you can feel it, he is, you watch his teeth sink into his lower lip and feel a wave of desperation.

"Cum on my face instead!" You offer, "Please, Dynamight I-" He makes some kind of a strangled noise and moves you so quickly you barely realize what's happening, just feel your knees hit the pavement.

"Mouth open." He snaps, and you obey, closing your eyes as he cums hard, and so loudly you nearly jump at the rough, ugly sound. You feel it hit your face, and swallow the cum that lands in your mouth. "Good girl," you hear, and open your eyes to see him towering over you, bracing one thick arm against the wall. He reaches down and starts wiping at your face with a handkerchief. "It woulda been funny to leave ya like this," he says, a good natured smile tugging at his lips, "But lucky for you I'm a fuckin' gentlemen, huh?" You nod, not quite capable of speech.

"Alright," he grunts, lifting you to your feet. "How 'bout I call us a car huh?" Your legs wobble and you collapse against his chest before righting yourself, leaning against the wall and picking your purse up from where you'd put it down reluctantly on the ground.

"I can get home," you whisper, and he rolls his eyes. "I can get myself home."

"I know you can," he rolls his eyes, "But we're goin' back to my place."

"Oh?" You lift your head, raising your eyebrows. He just scoffs and takes his jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"You heard me." He grins at you. "I own you now." You shiver. "Been thinkin' about puttin' ya in your place for a while, and you think I'm just gonna let you go home and never call me? Fuck off." He takes his phone out. "I'm callin' a car, and you're gonna take a shower at my place, sound good?" There's a pause and you realize this is your chance, that if you want to say no, he's giving you the option.

"Sounds good." You whisper, folding your body into his.

"Atta girl." He wraps an arm around your waist. "Atta fuckin' girl."

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What’s a girl gotta do to find some good alpha bakugo x omega reader 😪

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— 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐔 : hinata shoyo.

cw: fem!reader. switch dynamics for both shoyo and reader. — i just cannot get the thought of calling him senshu out of my mind v.v

⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ letting him fuck your fist after the all stars game.

"'m so tired," hinata leans close and whispers in your ear, taking your wrist and squeezing gently as he leads you back into the locker room, now empty after everyone had finished up, having taken their things and left.

pushing you against the wall — the smooth surface cool against your body with the effect of the air con — he presses his forehead against yours as you reach up and tangle your fingers in his bright hair.

you kiss him, and he's quick to deepen it, opening his mouth and humming with satisfaction when he tastes your lip gloss on his tongue — his hands place themselves around your waist, pulling the lower half of your torso against his, bumping your bodies againt eachother— and when he feels your breath hitch at the contact, he smiles, breaking the kiss so he can look in your eyes. "wanna fuck in here?"

"thought you were tired." you say, voice soft as you meet his gaze with a half-lidded stare. you say it like you're denying his cute little request, but your actions show off otherwise — running a hand slowly down his chest — the fresh, white t-shirt he'd put on after his shower clings to his form beautifully, and you trace his muscles with gentle fingers as you make your way down. "don't you wanna go back to the hotel?"

"maybe i just wanted you to baby me," hinata grins, amber eyes sparkling as he leans in again, pressing hips lips back on yours. "give me kisses 'n suck my cock, make me feel better."

you try not to let it show, but a smile tugs at your mouth anyway, and you finally slip the hand that's been playing about with the waistband of his shorts through, slowly wrapping around his hardening cock—

you barely have his dick fisted before it's twitching in your grip, leaking hot precum onto the tips of your fingers. "mm, i didn't think the matchless hinata-senshu would need babying."

"huh?" hinata asks, brows creasing with pleasure when you swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the sticky beads of cum and spreading it across his length, pumping his cock at an agonizingly slow pace — he braces himself with a palm placed flat against the wall by your head, other arm circling around your waist and pulling you into him. "say that again, baby."

you look into his eyes again, and see that familiar, sharp glint flecked into his fiery orbs — bringing your lips closer, right against the shell of his ear, you repeat what you knew he wanted to hear. "you like it? when i call you senshu?"

the squeeze you give his cock along with your words has him stumbling forward — maybe he really is tired — and he jerks his hips, cock now all flushed as he starts fucking into your fist, lips parting to let out a chain of hoarse pleas for you to say it one more time, for you to tighten your grip and move your hand up and down for him.

you hear the sound of footsteps passing by the locker room doors, the faint murmur of voices fading in and out — a thrill runs up your spine at the realization that fuck, you're gonna have to make this fast, or you'll get caught.

get caught? and have people find out you're fucking the star of the entire game, the entire monster generation, in the lockers after a game that he'd flown all the way from brazil for?

"c'mon, shoyo," you whisper, as he shuts his eyes and presses his face into your neck, exhaling heavily, his hot breath sending more shivers through you. "hurry up and cum, and then we can get back, finish things up there."

"hah — say it," he stutters, smelling of citrus and sweat as he falls into you, heavy and hot against your smaller frame, bicep flexing beside your face as he presses his forearm onto the wall, forehead resting on your shoulder, eyes fluttering open so he can see how you work your hand over his length, and meet your movements with shallow thrusts of his hips.

you wanna make him moan, wanna drive him over the edge of his high and beyond, into overstimulation, you wanna get on your knees and suck him dry right here and now — but really, you cant risk getting caught, no matter how tempting it is to fuck him in here, where any staff or cleaner could unlock the doors and walk in on you.

"you like cumming on my fingers, don't you?" you urge, free hand lazily carressing his stomach, feeling the way his abs flex and how his breathing becomes tentative and hurried as you slacken your wrist and bob your fist faster around his cock. "go on and cum for me. i know you like it, senshu."

"fuck," hinata growls, and you think he's about to cum — you know he's real damn close — but then he stops you from moving by clamping the hand that he'd kept at your hip this whole time around your wrist.

his hold is rough, and when he pulls your hand off his cock, grabs your chin and drags your face up so you see his expression, you see the fire in his eyes has picked up.

"yeah, i like cumming on your fingers." he rasps, and you experience for yourself firsthand, just how strong he's gotten, when he places his hands firmly at your side and lifts you off your feet, moving your positions around so he can rest his back against the wall and do this comfortably.

"mmh," you whine, when he puts you back down and grabs at the waistband of your skirt and pulls it down, snaps your panties to the side.

"on my cock, baby, make it fast," he breathes, pulling you onto him so his length is pressed to your ass, the precum streaked all the way down to his base slick against your fluttering cunt.

"i like cumming on your fingers," he whispers, snaking one hand up your torso and wrapping it around your throat, pulling your back to his chest — you realize that you're going to be stuck here in the lockers with him for a lot longer than you thought—

and as he slips his cock into your cunt, he says, breath hitching in your ear, "but i like cumming in here way more."