So Katsuki And Chubby Reader Y/n Have A Great Relationship. They Rarely Argue They Really Are Best Friends

So Katsuki and chubby reader y/n have a great relationship. They rarely argue they really are best friends . One night they get into a fight and y/n doesn’t know how to handle it besides giving him the silent treatment. Katsuki’s being petty and doesn’t want to cave in to his chubby baby and say sorry . So the next day

Y/n is going out with friends to relieve stress she dressed A little to sexy for katsuki liking but he still doesn’t say anything when he peeps the outfit .But he does follow her. To his surprise she ends up at a male strip club with the girls and what does katsuki do? he goes in and creeps on his baby further . He is actually close enough to hear their conversation. he begins to lose his shit when they encourage her to get a private dance from the current male stripper on stage making googly eyes at her. Mina leaves and come back and tells her “I booked it your in the gold room “

Y/n is nervous and didn’t wanna go . She honestly wanted to be at home with katsuki but Mina practically pushes her in the room . She was sitting for a few mins when the lights went dark and music started suddenly a familiar figure appears from side curtain onto the small dancing area .

Dressed in a little male stripper outfit Katsuki turns to his girlfriend with a smirk 😏 he puts on a show then teaches her a lesson for being a brat and ignoring him and coming to a strip club . Make it nasty babes 😘😘😘

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The "L" Word│Bakugo x Chubby Reader

Warnings│smut(oral fem!receiving, breeding), angst to fluff: the miscommunication trope)

Katsuki would rather die than to admit this; but you were his best friend.

You were there for him during his awkward transition from middle school to high school, as well as being a source of support during his traumatic memories after being captured by the LOV. You even cheered him on when he first debuted as a hero, throwing a small get-together at your shared apartment between your closest friends on their first successful day as heroes.

He loved you, he truly did. More than a best friend should. But he knows he’s abrasive, hard to love at times, so while he aches to have a deeper connection with you, he’s willing to sacrifice his happiness if it means you’re in his life.

You, on the other hand, were spiraling.

There had been rumors that Dynamite was spending lots of his free time with some “mystery girl” and you were not only shocked, but hurt by the news. You loved Katsuki and while you have long accepted the fact that he might never be into you, it hurt that your friend was supposedly in some secret relationship and didn’t tell you.

You were on the phone with Mina one day, ranting about the whole thing when she cut you off. “Not to be rude or anything (Y/NN), but are you sure you see him as just a friend?” She asked, coating her nail in a fresh coat of polish. “What do you mean?” You ask, brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know just, from the way you’re talking, you seem jealous?” She says, blowing air on the wet nail. “I- I’m not-” “Now that I think about it, if a girl so much as looks at Bakugo, you get quiet.” She says, the gears in her brain visibly turning. “That’s not true!” You exclaim, realizing that she’s probably right in her deduction. “It’s not? So you wouldn’t care if he’s seeing someone?” She asks, smirk present on her face. She knows she’s got you backed into a corner, she just wants you to own up to your feelings. “I didn’t say that.” You mutter, annoyed that she’s right about the situation. “Ahh! So you do like him! Omg, you totally have to make a move on him.” She rants, going into detail about how cute you and Katsuki would look together. You chuckle at her enthusiasm before cutting her off. “Yeah, that’s nice and all but let’s be real, he doesn’t like me like that.” You chuckle sadly. As you sing his praises, you fail to notice him standing by your room door. He clenches his fists before walking away, heart caught in his throat.

Since that day, you’d noticed that Katsuki began acting cold toward you. Never staying in the same room for five minutes with you before leaving with some half-assed excuse. Being too busy for your chill nights where you both watch some awful movie while sharing a bowl of popcorn on the couch. He didn’t even hug you anymore, anytime you’d go for one he’d dodge your arms before walking away. You respected his boundaries, but you wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt.

Everything came to a head when you decided to confront him on his actions. He was being weird and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You knock on his room door, the usual “go away” sounding through the door. You roll your eyes before trying the knob, pushing the door open when you realized it was unlocked. Bakugo picks his head up to look at you, scowl present on his face. “What the fuck are you doing-” “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you being mean to me?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He furrows his brows before standing in front of you, mimicking your stance. “Mean to you? This is how I always am, the fuck are you on about?” He grumbles. You roll your eyes, sighing. “The way you’re acting! We don’t do the fun stuff we used to do together anymore. It’s like you don’t like being around me anymore.” You mutter. “Maybe cause I just don’t wanna hang out with you anymore, huh? You ever think of that? Why don’t you go bother your little boyfriend to hang out with you?” He says, turning away from you. “Boyfriend? What are you talking about, Kat?” He visibly shudders at the name before flopping back onto his bed, picking up the manga he was reading before you stormed in. “I heard you and Pinky on the phone the other day, talking about some guy. Just go bother him.” He says, flipping the page over. You narrow your eyes and huff, turning to leave the room. “Maybe I will.”

Since then, you’d actively avoid Bakugo, staying in your room when you knew he was out of his. Ignoring him when your friends came over. They’d noticed the change in dynamic, but felt that it wasn’t their place to say anything.

--

The entire ordeal with Bakugo had you stressed, so, in a spur of the moment decision, you decided to take Mina up on her offer to go to a club.

You took extra care of yourself, soaking in a warm, lavender scented bath, shaving, putting on your favorite scented lotion and doing your full skincare routine. You exited the bathroom in just your towel, slipping into your bedroom, failing to notice Katsuki standing in the hallway.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes before walking into his room. Since when did you go out late at night?

The question bounces around his head for the next hour before the sound of the doorbell ringing snaps him out of his thoughts. He opens his door to answer the bell, only making it as far as the kitchen before you beat him to it and he catches a glance at what you’re wearing. Skin tight black dress that just barely covers your ass, which he can tell you’re not wearing panties underneath. It hugs your soft rolls, accentuating them to the point where he just wants to get on his knees and nibble on them. And is that makeup you’re wearing? Lips so shiny he can almost see his reflection in them. Lips so plump he just wants to bite and suck on them. Fuck, how can you simply exist and reduce him to a pile of mush.

The sound of your voice along with others pull him out of his reverie. He pretends he’s getting a drink of water, listening in on your conversation when he sees you slip on a pair of sleek black heels and a black fur coat. He only manages to make out the words “club” and “men” before a sinking feeling settles in his stomach. Are they trying to set you up with someone? Are they going with the intention of you meeting someone? Did you want to meet someone? Katsuki knows he hasn’t been the nicest as of late, but did he really push you into the arms of another?

No.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

He knows you're still upset with him when you give him a half-assed “See you later, don’t wait up” before shutting the door behind you, not even sparing him a glance. He picks up his keys and leaves after you, tailing Mina’s car from a distance.

He follows your group to a building that from the outside, looks like your standard club. Long line, flashing lights, the whole nine. He sees your group walking up to the bouncer, Mina sweet talking him into letting you all cut the line. He goes after you, shoving his pro-hero license in the bouncer’s face when he tries to stop him, telling him he has “urgent business to attend to.”

You were his business alright. And clearly, you needed attending to.

He scopes the area out before his eyes find you again, seeing you toss back three vodka shots back to back before pulling your friends with you on the dance floor, throwing your ass back on whoever was there to catch it.

Originally, Bakugo wanted to blend in to the back, be a watchful eye in case some drunk idiot thought they had a chance with you, but it’s when he sees Mina whisper something in your ear before making her way to one of the male strippers and pointing towards you that he makes the connection.

Oh hell no.

He waits until she makes her way over to you before he heads towards the worker, grabbing him by the red suspenders strapped snugly to his little boy shorts. “You better tell me what Raccoon Eyes said or so help me-”

--

You’re seated in a dimly lit room, a maroon, velvet loveseat to match the color of the room. You can faintly hear the sound of music playing but you’re too distracted by your racing thoughts. What’s Katsuki up to? Does he miss talking to you as much as you miss talking to him? Is he thinking of you the way you do him? Was coming here a good idea?

You’re taken out of your thoughts when you hear the door open. Thinking it's the dancer Mina hired for you, you keep your gaze downwards. “Listen, I know my friend paid for a dance, but I’m kind of not in the mood. You can keep the money though!” You’re sure to emphasize. When you don’t hear a response you look up and the sight has your jaw dropping.

It’s not a stripper. At least, not any that you were expecting.

It’s Bakugo, clad in the tight golden boy shorts the male strippers are supplied with, along with deep red suspenders securely attached to the shorts. And the cherry on top, the matching red bowtie wrapped around his neck. A gift almost.

His torso is covered in a light sheen, baby oil you presume, and the way his body glistens in the soft lighting has your mouth watering.

“I-” You start, thoroughly taken aback at the sight. Bakugo huffs, a deep blush spreading across his neck as he watches you take him in. It’s definitely an ego boost, the way he renders you speechless. “Like what you see?” He smirks, taking his time in making his way over to you. You feel his rough, calloused hand under your chin, pushing it upwards to close your mouth for you as he slots himself between your legs. “Should close your mouth, sweet pea. Unless you want me to give you a reason to keep it open.” He mutters before trailing his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it downwards to coax your mouth open again. He pushes his thumb in once you grant him access, feeling your tongue swirl around the digit as you suck him into your mouth. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, princess?” He smirks when he hears your soft whine, the words yes, ‘suki being muffled by his thumb.

He pulls his hand away from your mouth before crashing his lips against yours, tongue easily slotting into your mouth, dominating the kiss. He’s everywhere, your mouth, your stomach, your thighs, you feel him, and your pussy throbs at the thought.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” He mutters against your lips, licking along your bottom lip. “So sexy, fuck. See what you do to me, baby?” He asks, taking your hand to feel his erection bulging in his shorts. “F’you. All f’you, baby. Please. Please, let me fuck you, baby.” He practically begs, and you nod, needing to feel him inside you. “Fuck me,” You whimper against his lips. “Please fuck me, ‘Suki. Need you, baby. Please.” You whine, grinding against the thick thigh slotted between your legs. You can feel the muscle in his bare leg and when he flexes it has you grinding against him harder.

“Mhmm, gonna ride my thigh, baby? Gonna get off on just my thigh? Fuckin’ slut.” He groans in your ear, moving to press sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking hickies into the skin. “Do it. Fucking cum for me. Can feel you soaking my leg.” He says between each rough suck into your skin. It’s with those words and a rough pinch to your nipple that has you coming undone, grinding your throbbing clit against his legs as your orgasm washes over you, your moans going straight to Bakugo’s cock. He feels himself throb in his shorts as he moves his mouth back over yours, swallowing your moans.

Your hands are all over, caressing his abs and strong arms, the muscles rippling in his back and Bakugo knows that if he’s not inside you soon he might burst.

He takes off the suspenders and shorts, motioning for you to follow in getting undressed. He’s about to remove the bowtie when you stop him, “What?” He asks, brows furrowed. You look away shyly, before muttering “Could you maybe, keep it on?” He’s confused, but he figures he’s pissed you off already, why not indulge you. He leaves the bowtie on before making his way back over to you, perfectly spread across the loveseat, “You know we don’t have to do this right? I-” “‘Suki, I need you to fuck me. It’s okay, I want this. Want you.” You say, locking your legs around his waist to keep him secure. He nods before kissing you deeply, though it’s different from your earlier kisses. This one is slow, warm and wet. It has your stomach turning in the best way possible. He slowly guides his cock to your entrance, the mushroomed head easing its way into your syrupy entrance, your slick coating his cock to make the glide easier.

Katsuki groans into your mouth when he bottoms out, the warm wetness of your pussy engulfing his cock has him shaking, the way your cunt sucks him in each time he fuck into you turning his brain to mush. It's so good. He swears he’s never felt this way before, almost like his soul is leaving his body each time his heavy balls smack against your ass.

And you’re doing no better, each time the head of his cock hits that special spot inside you, it has you creaming over his cock, a white ring coating his cock at the base, dripping down to his balls. You’re mewling each time one of his rough hands grabs at the fat of your sides, warm mouth engulfing a pert nipple as he sucks on the bud like a newborn baby.

It’s too much, but then again it's not enough. You need more of him, more more more.

He picks up his pace, slamming his cock so hard he’s practically kissing your cervix, sliding a hand in between your legs to rub at your throbbing clit and you’re thrashing, the feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you. “You gonna cum, pretty girl? Can feel you clenching around me, fuck!” He groans, thrusting harder, faster inside you. You whine, nodding your head when suddenly you feel a harsh slap against your clit. You gasp, eyes opening as you look up at Bakugo. “Eyes open, princess. Want you to look at me when you cum. Want you to see who’s making you feel good.” He mumbles into your mouth. You mewl as you tighten around him, you orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. You’re sure to keep your eyes on him though, keeping eye contact with Bakugo and it’s the intensity of his stare that has you gushing all over his cock, soaking him in your juices as you squirt for him. The sight has his cock throbbing and with a few more thrusts he’s filling you up, stuffing his cock so deep inside you you’re sure your womb is coated in him, cum hot and thick as he fills you up. The thought has you clenching around him again and he hisses from oversensitivity. He pulls out after a few minutes, his cock no longer plugging up the rush of cum gushing from your spent cunt. The sight has him groaning and well, he can’t leave you all messy, can he?

While you're still coming down from your orgasm, you fail to notice Bakugo making his way down, leaving trails of kisses in his wake. He spreads your pussy lips before taking a bold lick, the feeling causing you to gasp and jerk away from his hold. “‘Suki! No! ‘m too sensitive.” You mutter, trying to push his head away. Bakugo’s undeterred however, holding onto your plump waist and burying his tongue in your cunt, lapping up your shared juices, your combined flavor dancing on his tongue. He moans into your cunt, the feeling traveling throughout your body. You’re writhing beneath him, hips jerking and you’re unsure if you’re trying to pull away or wanting more. Katsuki seems to know the answer as he begins to suck your clit into his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue and it’s that which makes you cum for a third time, breath getting caught in your throat as you ride his face, grinding your pussy against his tongue. He’s drinking you up, slurping up everything you have to give him, and it’s then that he realizes he’s been grinding his cock against the couch, his second orgasm washing over him as he eats you out into overstimulation.

He pulls away after a few minutes, you both catching your breaths. He moves to hover over you, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, the taste of you coating your tongue. He pulls away to look you in the eye, almost like he’s searching for something. “I love you.” He says after a few minutes. “I love you.” He repeats, holding you so close you can feel his heart beating in his chest.

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maybe a toji tattoo artist? y/n getting a underboob tattoo maybe.

for ash (in heat)

bahahah xoxo<3

Done.. I don’t even know if this is good? When I was writing it I was like hmm.. I hope it’s okay? I based y/n on ren, hehe.

- ash

tw : smut, nipple play, fingering, cream pie, mutual orgasm, age gap, mocking, perversion, finger sucking, there’s others too heheh 18+.

NSFW 18+

wc : 1.8k

The room was tranquil. Nothing but the small faint beats of korn playing in the back as you swung your legs off the table. Patiently waiting for your tattoo artist to come and ink you up.

You wasn't innocent to tattoos, your body already covered in many images, some big some small. You first became addicted at 18 and now that your reaching 22 it's no different. But this time you wanted something more sensual, something that only the lucky few would be able to see, and there's only one tattoo artist you'd ever trust with that... nobara kugisaki - your bestfriend.

The clock was ticking and it had already been ten minutes you were waiting, what on earth was she doing?

'Sorry I'm late I got caught up with traffic.' An unrecognisable voice called.

Spinning your head around you were hit with the sight of an unfamiliar man. From what it seemed A 40 year old dilf with biceps bigger than your arms. Who on earth is he and why isn't nobara here?

'Erm I think you've got the wrong room...'

'Y/N L/N right?' You saw the flicker of his eyes bounce up towards you, a small tug of his lips as he examines you. Snapping the glove on his hands and making his way over to you, a hand reached out to you...

'Yes?' You reluctantly took it, fingers wrapping around yours as he lingered for a bit too long. Peering at his face you took notice to the small scar tugged on his lip, you felt so small compared to him. His height staggering atleast 6'5, the table you were sat on gave you no height either, made you feel even more vulnerable as you should. The cut of your top giving him an entire view into what he was about to get into.

'I'm Toji fushiguro. Nobara couldn't make it so she asked me to fill in, hope that's okay?' The slight twang of his voice implied his confidence. You knew you wasn't complaining, but a bit of a heads up would be better... 'So... underboob right?'

'Yeah, you sure your qualified? I've never seen you round here before.'

'Why? Think I'm lying?' Grin obvious on his face as he began crouching down. Tugging at your top for you to take it off - simply complying, leaving yourself topless for his eyes to see, not like you cared. 'All these tattoos on me don't show you imma artist?'

His arms and body was scattered in it, spider tattoos, skull tattoos, anything dark was on him. The tensing of his veins made it look even sexier - a content sigh leaving your lips as his tatted fingers began treading on your skin, playing with your nipples as he touches your flesh.

'Whatever, anyways I want a tat like this' swiping up on your phone you show w picture of the words sinner, almost slithering all the way up towards your nipple. The lick of his lips definitely showed his approval.

‘Sinner huh? What’s that about.’

‘Doesn’t matter… anyways could you start?’

'Sure thing, now stay still, this might pinch...' dragging the gun towards your breast you watched how he examined closely what he was doing, gun darting into your skin causing a hiss from your teeth. 'Thought you'd be able to take it better'

'For somebody whose just a fill in, you got a lotta talk old man'

'Old?!' He stopped his movements, looking up at you tryna hold your laugh. Your pretty eyes moving away from him, he didn't even know you. But from how nobara described you he knew you would be a catch - but to see you this up close he knew he would be getting himself into some trouble if he looked more. 'I'm 42? That's not old.'

'Older than me, by 20 years to be exact.'

'Your 22?' His thumbs begin kneading back into the dough of your breasts, a small moan leaving your lips as you feel the warmth of his thumb from within the glove, his cock beginning to twitch from the sound of you 'You got a nice pair for a 22 year old, why you got so many tats?'

'I've been getting them since I'm 18...' eyes clammed shut in an attempt not to scream, this wasn't missed by toji, a small chuckle escaping him as he began massaging your tit again, this time rubbing his thumb against your erect nipple '.. but this ones definitely the most painful...'

'Really? Would've thought this one right here was the most painful.' Eyes dropping towards your exposed thigh, face starting to glow red with the realisation of how close he was...

'Y-yeah, that was actually my first.'

'You got one that close... for your first? Your a brave one princess..'

You shouldn't of felt the flutter in your stomach at the nickname he just gave you, but from how he's looking at you, you really couldnt help it - one glance to his left ring finger showed you everything you needed, completely empty. Not even a dent of a ring. 'Got it for your boyfriend?'

The fan of his breath against you skin alerted you what was happening, and how he was just here to give you a tattoo and go him, but a little harm won't hurt. 'Boyfriend? Nah been single for god knows how long, I don't do relationships...'

'What do you do then?'

'Men.' Your blunt answer earned a laugh and a dart up from him as he placed down his gun, gloves thrown off as he begins licking his thumb, dabbing down with his bare skin on the small smudge he made, only to lightly drag his thumb on your erect nipple, a small gasp escaping your lips.

'Any age requirement?'

'Nope, as long as they are good looking... and hopefully single.' Teeth moving to nibble at your lower lip, his body moving between your legs. Thumb cupping your chin up, peering down at you, you could swear his next words made you internally moan.

'You tryna flirt with me princess...'

‘Don’t be so cocky, but if I was… is that a problem?’

‘No baby…’ his lips nearing towards yours, thumb kneading on your tits ‘…not at all.’

Rapidly, you felt the touch of his lips on you, sucking gently on your thumb, arms wrapped around his head as you felt yourself starting to grind on his abs. Fingers moving to rub gently at your nipples and breasts, trying his best not to touch your new tattoo, fingers darting low to toy at your clit, you could see he takes no time in entertaining women. 'Shit your actually wet..'

'Mmm yeah...' you moan seductively, mind in a frenzy at how his tongue ring rimmed your tongue, not expecting his rugged fingers to begin pushing inside of you so fast. The feeling of his erect cock hitting on your thigh made your stomach begin to churn. 'Fuck- faster..'

'You like that hm? Still an old man to ya?' The scar on his lip tense against your lips, eyes moved down to watch how he pushes inside of you, your head starting to lean back in satisfaction and content. It's like you'd never been touched before… ‘Good girl, fuck- you been this desperate for me hm?’

The way you rode his fingers had him mesmerised, the moans of your body and arch of your back made him closely watch your tattoo, wouldn’t want to ruin any part of your perfect body now. Your edge nearing closer and closer the deeper he got, tips arching up into your g spot, thumb paced on your red clit. He swore he could’ve came at the sight of someone as precious as you, melted down so deep on him. ‘Gonna cum.. fuck…’

The words drawled from your mouth as you gushed all over him, a low whistle escaping him as he watched you become so undone for him. Cum dripping all the way down to the coffin planting right on his knuckle.

Lifting it up to his mouth, you watched him closely lick it up. Lips left with a pop as he slammed his face on you, your sweet cum dropped onto your lips as you mumbled a loud moan. ‘Fuck, wanna see what else this pretty pussy can do.’

He took no time undoing his belt, head fallen on your shoulder as he sucked quickly and harshly at your skin. Eyes widening at the sight of his huge cock, Prince Albert piercing nudged right on his tip. ‘Fuck… your so big.’

‘Yeah baby, that a problem?’ His hand fucking himself off before he swiftly pushed himself inside your tight cunt.

‘Ah- fuck.. n-no problem.’ You wince in slight pain and immense pleasure, his body waiting a second before slamming deep inside you. Your body lowered down so he could see how fucked out you were, your tits jumping with every deep thrust, the new tattoo you just got printed, not even smudged. A small ego boost sent straight to tojis cock from how he twitched inside of you.

‘Feel that huh? Feel this old man deep inside ya?’ Hand moving to plant on your stomach from how he began fucking your cervix, your fucked out eyes moving to glance at him, the bead of sweat trickling down his forehead made you almost go crazy, body clammed down on him. You could hardly breath, throat feeling so tight from all your moaning and the way his fingers crawl up to squeeze at your voice chords and slip down your throat, wrists moving to scratch at his wrists and gag at his touch.

‘I feel ya, fuck yeah- I feel you sooo deep..’ your brain was practically fucked out, his flushed tip nearing you closer and closer to your second orgasm, from how he was looking at you, he wasn’t sure if he was able to pull out on time, the lewd clapping noises of his balls slamming harshly against your skin filled up the room, sounds almost outweighing the music.

‘I’m gonna c-cum…’

‘Let me cum in this pretty f-fucking pussy huh?’ Every word said with a thrust sent deep into your core

‘Yes… yesss please…’

Suddenly you felt yourself squirt all over him, his cum filling your stomach up deep inside releasing a loud scream from you, back arching off the desk, his head thrown back as he kept cumming balls deep inside you, some even trickling down your legs, his fingers moving to plug it straight back inside your pretty, tight pussy.

‘Never did i think I’d be fucking a client..’ his breathless voice began to speak as he watched you almost doze off to sleep, a snap of his fingers in your face alerted you of what was going on, and where you was really at.

‘No way, your not falling asleep princess, still got a tattoo to finish.’

Okay, so I think Toji would drive like an old man and if you drove too fast he’d tell you to slow down, but like in a hot way, with his voice real low like, “hey, slow down darling, there’s no rush”

Or maybe I just wanna hear toji tell me to slow down…. 🤷‍♀️

THE THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE, gojou satoru.

gojou satoru x fem!reader. modern!au. hate sex. hair pulling. creampies. spanking. slight degradation. reader is a meanie. short and sweet.

CONTENT rated m for mature.

“IF MY DICK IS SO BORING WHY’FE YOU MOANING LIKE BITCH IN HEAT?” Gojou yanks your hair back even harder. “Tell me how good it feels. Admit it."

You wanted nothing more than to scream that he fucked worse than his worse enemy would. It was there. It was screaming inside of you. But good taste only barely prevailed in your spiral down.

"And lift your dicks ego? No thanks."

It was weak. Limp. But it was effective. A poor joke always worked just enough to push Gojou off the edge. At least when he was in this state. You got spanked, sent into the dreamy joy of pain that you were open to moaning through, knowing you courted insanity, your actions contradicting your words, but you didn't care. You craved more of these mad pressures, more of the fire and the heat and the want with the white haired fool that kept you invested. You wanted more of whatever you could get, and your actions transcended reason.

Whatever Gojou felt about this, right now, it felt good, and he was happy to keep going, keep pounding, just losing himself to pure spectacle and chaos, to a fire beyond sense. He wanted this, and he felt overjoyed about letting it push him, giving up completely. With a mad, balls deep thrust into you, he let everything go. His hips were ready, slamming messily and mercilessly forward as he filled you up. Again. “Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever fucked…shit.”

He'd lost track of the unprotected creampies he'd given you now, but he knew one more wasn't going to be the deciding factor on anything, slamming forward and filling you up with the hot, messy joy of another load. He sent you squealing into joy, noisy and chaotic and full of frenzied delight, a passion and a bliss to give in to completely, and he was happy to let all of it push him. You trembled under the thrill of another climax, another load leaving your pussy feeling warm, dizzy, and overwhelmed. It was just what you needed, the continued slide into chaos for a girl ready to give up compeltely, and Gojou didn't care about thought or control. Not with your cunt wrapped greedily around his cock, pulsating with every whine and shiver, filled to the brim with his seed, and his seed only. It was just warmth, just delight, just perfection.

TROPHY GIRLFRIEND surprises sugar daddy at home! ┊ nanami kento

┊ 18+ only minors, ageless, & blank blogs do not interact.

┊ warnings not sfw, sugar daddy/baby relationship, dollification

thinking about sugar daddy nanami who's just so good to you - buying delicate little scraps of lace with the promise of ripping them off later, sending you on luxury spa days (only because he likes the contrast of your baby pink polish against the flushed head of his cock when you've got your hands wrapped around him), taking flights to exotic locations just to bend you over the hotel balcony railing and fuck you stupid for the whole city to see.

how could he resist? you were just so perfect for him; a living doll, made exclusively for existing in things he'd paid for.

and really, he asked for so little in return. letting him mold you into his own little fucktoy seemed like nothing in comparison to the endless swiping of his credit card. while he loved taking everything your body could offer in exchange, his absolute favorite method of repayment came in the form of your perfect little mouth wrapped around his thick cock.

you were so desperate to please him - to show gratitude for all his generosity, taking him deep in your throat until you're gagging around him, nose brushing the well-kept blonde hairs at the base of his shaft - never complaining about his tight grip in your hair, holding you still against his ruthless thrusts into your mouth. when he pulls you down to keep you flush against his pelvis and releases his load down your throat with a groan, you're sure to swallow every last drop. your throat will be raw tomorrow and your knees sore from the unforgiving marble floor, but you know he'll make it up to you. he always makes it up to you.

nanami's fixation is obvious. he orders glass after glass of expensive cabernet at dinner just to see the smudge of lipstick around the rim, picturing the same shade staining his cock when he slips it through your plump lips later.

you're dragged to high-end events just so he can paint your pretty face white in the backseat of the limousine. you look up at him with teary eyes and whine about your ruined mascara while he smears the last few drops of his cum across your lips with the tip of his cock, quick to slap away the hand you reach up to wipe your face.

and when you turn to him with those big, pleading doe eyes, clutching some designer dress on a hanger with a 4-figure price tag, he pretends to deny you just to watch your glossy lips turn down into a pout before dragging you to the fitting room and pushing you to your knees. he buys the dress when you're done milking his cock dry, of course, because you'll look oh so pretty in it and good girls deserve rewards, right?

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nap time with dad nanamin!!