Gojo Satoru Ofc, Atsumu, Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Mattsun, Maki, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Tendou, Terushima,

you don’t even get a chance to put your bag down before bakugo is yanking you into his arms, grumbling something about how damn long you kept him waiting.

“katsuki—”

“shut up,” he mumbles, already burying his face into your shoulder. “just lemme have this.”

you sigh, but it’s hard to be exasperated when he’s clinging to you like this—arms tight around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt like you might disappear if he lets go.

“you’re so needy,” you tease, running your fingers through his hair.

he grunts. “so what?”

you laugh softly. “so nothing. it’s cute.”

his grip tightens. “ain’t cute.”

you can feel how warm his face gets, even if he’s trying to hide it against your neck. his breath is warm, sending a little shiver down your spine when he mutters, “kiss me.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.

he tenses. then pulls back just enough to glare at you. “babe. a real one.”

before you can even think about teasing him again, he’s already moving—cupping your face, leaning in, kissing you slow and deep like he’s making up for lost time.

when he finally pulls away, he stays close, forehead resting against yours. “missed you,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

your heart melts. “i was only gone for a few hours.”

“too long.” he huffs, dragging you toward the couch. “now shut up and cuddle me.”

dazai sleeps like a princess. i know it. i know he does.

Hiiii, how are you? I just started reading your blog recently and I just loved the way you write, if you don't mind, and you have time (feel free to decline the request) I wanted to know if I could request a Dazai x female reader oneshot, which could be nsfw or fluff if it bothers you, where dazai and the reader have known each other since dazai joined the mafia, and they are very close (evidently they are both over 18, ew) I apologize if I explained it wrong, it's the first time I've asked one, thank you very much anyway and have a nice day (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

hometown lvr ! — o. dazai

this is such a cute prompt !! decided to go with js fluff and a slight suggestive ending ⁽͑˙˚̀ᵕ˚́˙⁾̉

cw: fem reader, suggestive kissing, lmk if i missed anything

“osamu, you look well.”

osamu grinned from ear to ear, his heart finally feeling full after not being able to see you for years. you’ve grown to become a rather beautiful individual, one that took his breath away the moment he saw you. osamu has memorized every little thing about you ever since the two of yous first meet. the small little marks on your face, every wrinkle when you scrunch your face after he says a rather embarrassing comment, the way your eyes dart around, everything.

“you look beautiful as ever.” the bandaged man said with an airy tone. you really did take his breath away.

seeing each other was rather random. you were out after getting groceries, the plastic bags making you sigh out in struggle, and dazai was strolling around the busy city, humming to himself.

you could tell from right then and there that dazai really had changed, his once dark and disturbed persona seemingly gone, though, his eyes were still that dark chocolate brown, just as you remembered.

”ah, let me help you with that.” dazai snapped out of his trance, rushing to your side and grabbing a few bags. you smiled and thanked him, making small talk about how he was, his job, everything that seemed important at that moment. his responses were lazy, soft spoken. he slipped how the work was much easier than the mafia (considering that that hat rack wasn’t in his way all the time …)

the walk to your apartment wasn’t far, and dazai helped drop off the bags on your kitchen counter, his shoes off and the doors closed. it almost felt as if he was with you again, whole and as one. he asked what you were having for dinner and if he could stay, his stomach grumbling. you couldn’t say no, you really couldn’t.

insisting to help you cook, the two of you weaved around the kitchen, as if lovers who have lived with one another for years. he placed mischievous touches here and there, his hand caressing your hips and back, making you turn red in response. it’s been so long since you’ve been with dazai in such a way.

dinner went by smoothly, playing feetsies and chuckling as you two shared stories, later switching over to your couch, movie playing in the background as dazai’s chapped yet soft lips roughly made it to your, his hands on the back of your head and moaning slightly into your mouth, his other hand under your shirt and softly grazing on your skin. your hands neatly wrapped around his neck, you felt as if you found your puzzle piece in life. osamu was back, after four years of no contact, you couldn’t argue, too speechless and far too lovesick.

~Midnight Injections~

Chuuya x reader x Dazai

Tw: fem! Reader, threesome, consensual non con, cursing, drugging, drug influence, extreme horniness, leg humping, oral, face fucking, anal oral, getting fucked on a table, anal, double penatration, multiple orgasm, (different holes) there could be more YoloSPELLING ERRORS, no beta we die like men.(this,was not proof read at all I'm sorry)

Wc: 4.5k words of pure unsolicited porn

A/N: this was originally a tokyo revengers fanfiction but my friend wanted a bsd version so here we are

"What are you doing!?" You yelled as the dark haired man pushed you down against your will, holding a syringe to your neck. Before you could open your mouth to scream, his large peachy smooth hand clamped down on the bottom half of your face, seeing the look of fear in those glassy e/c eyes filled him with a wicked satisfaction, lips quirked up into a smirk, droopy eyes regarding you in an alayzing way you couldn't quite dicipher as he leaned down to your ear "don't worry doll face.... it's only a harmless expiriment" the low and almost soothing tone an entirely different contrast to the devilish smile adorning his handsome face.

In turn, it really was just a little expiriment, nothing to put you in horrifying torment, but oh well, Dazai had always been one to play with his food. The syringe needle pricked into the skin of your neck, pulsating with the same rapid pace of your heart. The liquid flowed into your bloodstream with the slow movement of his finger pressing on the base. As it settled into your body u froze, but it was soon turned to confusion as you were still very much awake and in your right mind. Dazai removed his hand from your face as he got up and studied you. The tall man was looking at u in slight dissapointment, as nothing happened for the past minute, he gave you one last smile and walked out the room.

He intended on coming back in to make records your reaction to the sex drug they created by accident. The mafai were cooking a new one to brainwash its users into believing anything they were told, it could extract information and even create human weapons if used right. Somehow thier first test did put its victims under a trace of sorts- only problem, it released sex hormones instead and an wildly absurd amount of oxytocin.

Chuuya left his "prisoner" for three minutes. Three. Minutes. Nothing to bad could've happened in that time right? Wrong. He realized this when he opened the door returning with a new water bottle for you, only to be found on the ground lying on your side, a panting sobbing mess. Hands still tied behind your back, sweat glistening your whole body in a shiny coating, a full veiw of your pink lacy bra through the now see through veil in your white shirt. Skirt hiked up on your hips, a teasing show of matching panties in full veiw, leaving very little to imagination as the more your body convulsed erotically. Soft whines of his name making it all the more bothering. "Chuuya~ it hurts" the soft whining of his name made it hard to focus, the movement of your body splayed out erotically moving up and down in ragged breaths made his dick twitch. Regardless your well being came first.

Immediately he got on his knees, regarding you for any sort of injury "y/n? What happened? what hurts??" his voice rushed and full of concern and confusion. "Pleassee~" needy voice calling out to him as you whimpered, body reaching for him in calling manner. If your hands weren't binded with rope, you would be desperately grasping at him right now. "i need you! I need help, please~" soft desperate whining fills the air as you fought your restrains to reach him. Noticing this he unties the ropes caging your delicate wrists in.

He was stunned for a second with the shock of your lips pressed to his. Tongue easily slipping it's way into his mouth. As your head twisted sideways deepening the now make out session with the confused man. A shallow whimper left his throat, muffled by your mouth on his, tongue pressing into his as it slithers further into him. Spit mixed together, pooling in your mouths as a slimy trail ran down your chin.He felt the wetness of your dripping cunt seeping through his pant leg as u bucked your hips into his thigh with desperation. A trail of wet spit connected to chuuya's tongue left your mouth as you pulled away. A loud groan rolled out of him as he eyed the slimy line of saliva. He felt slender fingers lacing thier way into his silky orange hair, his hat long fallen next to him without even noticing. Your fingers gripped him firmly, pushing his face into the valley of your breasts, so swollen and perky. A slight stinging but arousing sensation from every bouncing movement your body made, grinding into him.

Hands hastily removing his coat as you moved to cover his neck and collarbones with sloppy little kisses and kitten licks, nibbling on his choker occasionally. If u weren't so brain dead you would've cursed at all his fucking layers while u struggled to undo his X shaped suspenders before ripping his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere as u moved lower leave kisses on his chest.

Breathless moaning, panting and his groans filled the air as you fucked yourself against his twitching leg muscle. Chuuya's hips guttered upwards, cock strained against his pants, rubbing into the thick of your thigh between his legs, giving just enough friction to ease his painfully hard cock. Teeth bitting into the flimsy blouse and tugging it open to reveal your clevage and laced bra. Open mouth kisses littered against your collarbone down to the soft mounds spilling out of the pink fabric. "ohhh my god~ yes!". "Keep going chuuya please" your please went straight to his dick as his bucking into u became more sloppy.

A gutteral moan ripped it's way out of your convulsing body, back arching as his teeth harshly bit into the mounds of your breast through the flimsy bra. Your fingers dug dangerously deep into his shoulders, nails leaving red cresent marks in its wake while his calloused hands gripped into your ass keeping you in place as your body spasamed with a mind numbing orgasm. Waves of clear sticky liquid gushed out the clenching pussy situated on him like a waterfall, soiled the panties still adorned on your squelching cunt. Post orgasm high still crashing down as you barely register being flipped over, back against the floor.

The muscular man crawled on top of your shaking form. Before registering anything his pants were off, boxers down to his knees as one hand hooked into your soaked panties, pulling them off. After that exchange he needed to be inside you, his entire body begging him for it.  An abnormal amount of clear slick pooled out of your heated core. Watching in mesmeration as it dripped down to your ass cheeks and off your leg creating a little puddle of fluids underneat your bodies. Gasping "Chuuya...more.. please"  The way you whimpered out  "please... i need you! I need you inside me... please~" Hearing the broken sobbing whimpers for him sent him fucking feral.

Hooking your legs onto his hips he Positioned his unbelievably thick cock at your entrance and pushed in all the way in one go. An erotic scream made its way out your throat as his shaft buried inself inside you. Gummy walls clamped down on him as a tsunami of pleasure washed over you, tears trickled down from your eyes as your back arched upwards. Your jaw slacked open, eyes rolled back into your head as all u saw was a white blur. You were cumming and all he did was bottom out inside of you. Wasting no more hestitation he started thrusting, hard and fast, riding out your orgasm. Embarassing wet, skin on skin slapping noises, moans, gasps and grunts filled the room. The sent of sex long protruding the air, all these heightened your senses as you felt every vein rub against the ridges of your walls.

He picked you up by the waist, still hitting shallow thrusts into you. As he walked over to the long rectangular table, your small whines of displeasure, wanting and needing him to continue were soon fulfilled. He gently dropped you, back arched outwards on the smooth wooden table as he slammed his thick lenght back into your crying pussy. Streching you so full, you whined out as he twisted your bottom half sideways, lifting one leg high onto the side of his torso. Hips ramming into you with such force it was almost violent, a deep contrast to the gentle kisses he gave as he bent further downwards to suck hikeys onto your collar bone and tits.

You felt it all, harsh movements of his cock pushing into your cervix, the way his skin felt under your hand, desperately grasping at his forearms and shoulders, scraping down his back as red marks made thier way onto him. Smelt the air full of sex and humidity as your screams and grunts travelled through the atmosphere. The loud squelching noises of your cunt with every thrust was almost embarassing. But the only thing that filled your mind as u cried out chuuya's name was the eye contact you held with the dark haired man across the room, leaning by the door way as he palmed himself through the black pants of his suite.

Chuuya felt his balls tighten, and his hips move sloppier knowing he was close, his hand dipped below where you both conjoined to rub circles into your clit. His other hand travelled to fondle your left breast, pinching at your nipple and massaging into the supple flesh, his mouth suctioned on the right, tongue massaging little circles into your perky nipple. His mouth sent you into another dimension of pleasure. All the added stimulation made you cry, half lidded eyes fighting to stay open as your eyes kept its lock on those earthy brown ones. They darkened with lust upon seeing your features strunched in pleasure a loud lewd moan of "Chuuya! Im cummi- AHHHH~" before blast white consumed your vision, mouth hung open as your tongue lolled out, spit leaking down your chin all the way to your neck and breasts. Eyes rolled upwards in a criss cross fashion as they broke the contact, eyelids fluttering shut and open a few times as your vision spaced out of focus. Chuuya felt as you clamped down on him, walls cleched as you creamed all over him, a ring of white at the base of his cock, while your fluids gushed out, your pussy walls sucked him further into you. Hearing the scream of his name pushed  him over the edge as ropes of sticky hot cum painted your insides, as he moaned out your name.

He slowly regained himself from the post orgasm high, still buried inside you, as slow clapping echoed through the room. "My~ my~" playfully tisked the slender man as slow footsteps stalked towards you both. "Must say, I didn't expect the drug to take such drastic effect~"Dazai sing-songed ."Or maybe our sweet little y/n is just a raging cum slut instead?" Lopsided smirk plastered on his delicate but devious face as the teasing continued, now directed at chuuya. "You're the one who did this? What drug are you talking about u cunt!?" Chuuya now regarding his everyday companion and "partner" in furiousity. "Relax it was just a hormonal drug Mori wanted to test out" with that he pulled out of you to face his friend "and he said to use y/n!?"

Before either of them could escalate thier argument you whined. Very loudly "No!~". Both heads snapped to you, splayed out on the table under both of them,"more...please...", gasping out "i need more. I want you~ inside me". To simply tease his friend dazai responded first. "Oh? And who would u prefer darling?" With a teasing smile on his face but your answer and the zero hesitation with it, hit him by surprise. "Both! Either! It doesn't matter just pleaseee!~" They both stood shocked, hearing u cry out "both" registering in thier minds. They observed, quite mesmerized as your hand moved groping at your breasts through the pink brasserie, now fully drenched in sweat, travelling down to your core, legs open wide. The sight of kakuchou's white cum, mixed with a wallerfall of clear smily fluid seeping out of your cunt in gushes. Needy gasps left you as your body moved up and down with every panting breathe, hands groping everywhere and your body entirely hot and burning to the touch, droopy eyes looking so tired but so desperate. You casted a pleading look at Chuuya, Bambi eyes begging for him before quickly changing to a halfassed glare and what seemed to be lust? as you made eye contact to Dazai again. The looks you gave filled both with a want, no, a need to fuck you right then and there. Chuuya always admired the way your out up as u laughed at something he said, or they way they looked at him with that big doeyed innocence everytime u came to him asking about things with genuine curiosity. Dazai always loved the way you'd glare at him everytime he teased you, he annoyed u just to see it actually. It's no surprise they both cherished you in some way so seeing you spread out so openly, bragged them to fuck you unlocked something in them. They shared a glance in a silent agreement to discard whatever the fuck they were talking about and take you right then.

You could register they way your body was moved sideways, head and legs hanging off the width as your back pressed into the surface. Chuuya's hands gripping your thighs as they caressed the skin moving up to your hips and down again as he stood between your legs. As he leaned down to pepper kisses to your stomach.. trailed downwards. Dazai's hand moved down to the flimsy bra still covering your tits as they upined the straps, one hand roaming under you to undo the the claps, skillfully removing it in just two motions. The hand drifted to massage your breasts, twirling the nipple between his fingers as the other held up your head, forcing you to make eye contact. A sinful groan left his mouth and the hateful glare you sent into his eyes, going straight to his already hard dick.

"What's that look for darling?" His disgustingly sweet velvet voice whispered to you as he smirked. "Fuck yo-MMPH~" before you could finish your lovely response his soft pink lips were on yours, tongue moving down your throat. You whimpered loudly at the feeling, mixed with his smooth hands fondling your breasts". He pulled away smirking to himself "Do you love me y/n~?" He voiced before pressing his lips to your throat, sucking  gently into the skin. "I hate you~" you mewled in response to him. He groaned at that one, seeing your eyes of anger and desperation while hearing your harsh words in that needy whining undertone made him wanna shove his dick inside of you.

And thats exactly what he leaned back to do. "AHHH~" a mixture of a scream and a moan ripped it's way out of you, body arching at the sudden, and much needed intrusion of Chuuya's cock. The stretch was fucking amazing, he's as thick as a fucking coke can and it had you gasping out from just having it rammed all the way inside you. As your mouth fell open in a silent scream Dazai's dick was shoved down your throat, head upside down, hanging off the edge. Tears streaked out the sides of  your face, moans and screams muffled as both men thrusted into you from opposite sides.

Dazai thrusted his dick into your mouth, hand gripping in your hair as he held you in place. Spit and tears leaking off the sides of your face, choked mewls and gagging being pulled out of your body. His balls slapping onto your flushed cheeks with every thrust of his hips on your fucked out face. Chuuya's sweet touches, fingers digging into your waist so hard they would obviously leave bruises as his cock was being buried into your cervix from the violent thrusts. Leg being thrown over his shoulder. A nerve wracking moan released itself from your throat at the new angle, muffled itself, the intense vibration making Dazai's cock twitch inside you even more. Both men groaning as they fucked into your wet holes.

The groans of them pierced the air as the dirty noises of your pussy and the gaging of your throat could be heard. Your mouth desperately suctioned at Dazai's long, slender cock in need, tongue running over the small veins and swirling over his pretty pink tip everytime he pulled out. His sweet sweet~ high pitched moans reached your ear drums, made u want to suck him as best as you could just to hear his pretty groans more. Your cunt tightening more with ever splash of clear liquid spraying out of you and coating Chuuya's abdomen as he pistolled his hips into yours, his soothing rough hands holding you in place by the waist.

He leaned down to suck your perky nipples, swirling his warm tongue over your sensitive buds, biting into your mushy flesh as he continued his harsh thrusting. One of your hands moving to grip into Chuuya's auburn locks, fingers tangling in his hair as the other braced itself on Dazai's thigh, sharp nails digging him. All of your movements became slurred as you were cock drunk and they couldn't hold back anymore.

Your scalp burns with the harsh grip you were given. Gulps of hot cum spraying down your sore throat as he held u by the hair. Pulling out, lines of white graced your lips and the sides of your mouth, forming sticky webs across your face. He took a moment to admire his work, eyes once glaring at him with hatred now completely clouded over in nothing but fucked out lust and desperation. He admired the way they rolled back, mouth opening in a final piercing moan as Chuuya came inside you. Ropes of cum spraying across your clenched walls as an impossibly harsh orgasm wracked itself through your entire nervous system. You creamed over his cock as he filled you, gushing clear liquids drenching his shaft as a white ring grew thicker at his base.

As his shaft pulled out of your dripping heat, both men watched as his cum leaked out of your swollen pussy onto your thighs. Two fingers moved to your dripping hole as Chuuya collected the white cream and stuffed it back inside of you. You whimpered at the feeling, already too sensitive from so many orgasms but still not satisfied. You body was  turned on the table to lay down fully as you caught your breath for a few seconds. "More.." a small whisper left your mouth.

Chuuya seemed surprised you still weren't satisfied however haruchiyo just chuckled lowly. You were barely aware of the rest of whatever scraps of clothing were on you being discarded before being flipped over, stomach pressing into the table, ass out facing Dazai. You were startled as he got down on his knees behind you "wait what are you doi- MMPH~~" a dark blush spread across your face as you felt his tongue move across your tight muscle. "Dazai! No not there~" another moan fell from your lips. It seemed so wrong to you but felt so sinfully good. The exact thing you would expect from the port mafia's dog. The lewdest moans they've ever heard was being spewed from you right now as Dazai fucked his spit into your hole, twisting his tongue at just the prefect angle to have u seeing stars.

His pretty long fingers slowly pushing into your tight ass scissoring it open while his tongue lubricated your gummy walls. Chuuya sat in the lone chair, giving small strokes to his huge cock as he watched your pretty face,cheeks painted dust pink, eyes screwed shut and mouth slightly parted. listening to your sweet moans and gasps. God you looked so fucking cute despite being in such a filthy act. He could watch u writhe and squirm all day and never get bored.

After Dazai thought that you were wet and streched enough he pulled away, trails of slick siliva conected to your hole as it dripped out and down the flesh of your ass.Your half limp body helplessly being manhandled into a doggy position on the floor. Dazai got behind you, his dainty hands running up your thighs and waists, his touch sending electric waves into you,goosebumps rising on your skin as Dazai positioned his hardened dick at your entrance. Without any warning he rammed into you so roughly. A loud scream forced out you made both men groan. He started thrusting inside you at a rapid pace. So hard it was honestly violent, you barely had any time to breathe.

"Daz-Dazai! No its too much! Slow down- nyaaa~" all your begging just seemed to turn him on more by the groans he gave u in return. Your nails were gripping into floor, tears filled up your water lines driping down in small streaks. His left hand travelled up to between your breasts as he griped your neck tighly. A surprised gasp left your mouth when he tugged your body upwards, back pressing into Dazai's chest, head dropped back onto his shoulder. As your face turned to him he brought his mouth to yours. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid into your mouth. Hot breathes fanning into eachother as his tongue went deeper down your throat. His hand tightening on your neck.

So preoccupied with Dazai's make out sessions you dont register kakuchou kneeling down infront of you till u felt his hands grab your legs, draping them over his, as he positioned his stiff cock against your puffy folds. Clear creamy fluids dripped down onto his dick as he rubbed it on your clit. You pulled away from sanzu gasping for air. Before u could intake enough oxygen a different pair of lips were on you, tongue tangling in yours over and over, slipping out to swipe over lips and biting into them. "God your fucking flithy~ you love this dont u little bitch?" Dazai spoke into your ear before sucking harsh marks into your neck. The only response you could fanthom was a loud moan into Chuuya's mouth as he thrusted inside you. Finger nails scratching his muscular shoulders. Dazai resumed his movements, both men moving inside you as a mismatched pace.

Your back arched in, head draped over Dazai's shoulder. You could feel every movement of thier cocks rubbing inside your walls, it felt so full. "Haa~ Ahhh~ kaku!- h-haru!! Too much! Its too much please!" Your pleading just fueled them to thrust even harder. "Shut the fuck up little whore~ you love it! Dont you?" Haruchiyo grabbed your jaw from behind as he whispered harsh words to you. Both men groaned in sync, feeling your pussy and anus clench at his degrading words. "Say it..say how much you love getting fucked by two men at once". "I LOVE IT! "I love getting fucked by you! I love being stuffed full off your cocks~" streams of tears blurred your vision as you mewled out those words. Dazai grinned as he turned your head to kiss you again.

All of you were on the verge of your orgasms, you could tell by Dazai's sloppy thrusting against your prostate and Chuuya's hips bucking as he was hitting your cervics in every thrust. It was too much sensations all at once you couldn't take it any longer. "Oh fuck~ you're doing great doll~ you take us so well~. Your face was pulled away from Dazai by your hair, the milisecond of confusion soon washed away by Chuuya's tongue being rammed down your throat. Fuck it's too much...to much...the only tought occupying your fucked out little head. Hell it was mystery how you were still consious right now. If it wasn't for the extra dose of horny Dazai put in your system you'd be long gone. With one synced thrust, hitting the perfect spots inside you, your knots came undone.

Your were creaming over both men, searing hot cum dripping down onto thier cocks, abdomens and thighs. The feeling of having two orgasms was like noting you ever felt before. Dazai's cum splattered inside your as you experienced an anal orgasm for the first time. Pussy clenched down on Chuuya, it was so tight he couldn't even move anymore. He moaned into your mouth as you milked him of all his cum. Sticky, heated white spraying inside your in thick ropes. It felt so fucking good your body spasamed as you came, vision going black and white, body slumped down onto Chuuya's chest as everything became a white blur.

After the shock wave moved throughout you,  your whole body went limp. The slight movements of your chest up and down along with shallow breathes leaving you indicated to the men that u passed out. They both looked at eachother, a silent agreement to clean you and forget about whatever argument they should be having right now. They cleaned u off, and dressed you in some of Dazai spare clothes before placing you to sleep on boten's shared couch in the main room.

In conclusion, Dazai was very fucking proud of his creation if that was the reward, Chuuya also very happy with the aftermath. Only thought they've ever had in common with each other was that this definitely won't be the last time.

happy birthday osamu❗❗❗

Pop your pérignon — d. osamu

summary. so what if he doesn’t care about his own birthday? you still wanted to make him feel special

content. gn!reader, fluff, idk the ending seems rushed sorry :(

notes. the silly doodle is drawn by me <3 and happy happy birthday to our sweet, adorable, charming dazai !!! mwah mwah ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

you have been mentally counting the days to his birthday.

dazai has told you about his birthday once and you’ve told yourself to not forget it since. he doesn’t really care for it, thinking that there’s little to no point celebrating his age growing by one, a mere reminder that he’s managed to live through yet another year. or so he told you and it makes you a little sad when you think about it. most people you have met get excited or at least look forward to their birthdays so seeing him be so indifferent about his own is unusual for you.

that doesn’t mean you were going to keep it that way. while you had nothing grand planned, you still wanted to surprise him and that in itself turned out to be a much more difficult task than you expected. dazai knows you really well and because of that you can’t afford to make even a single slip up. 

now the hardest part was actually figuring out what to gift him. you didn’t want to get him just something random and expensive, you wanted it to have a meaning for him. you found the amount of time you spent thinking about it embarrassing because who doesn’t know what to give to their own boyfriend? but in the end you did get an idea. a simple but sweet idea. whenever dazai went on a longer mission or had to be somewhere, you used the chance to work on it and put it together. and of course afterwards making sure it was hidden well, under the bed behind many boxes to be exact.

getting a cake was trickier. at first you thought about making it yourself but then you’d have to make it a day before his birthday with no way of knowing if he was going to be away somewhere or not. so if he were to stay with you then making a cake without him noticing is near impossible. with that in mind you chose to buy one and that wasn’t easy either. to somehow get a cake in the fridge a day before without him suspecting anything? yeah you couldn’t have done it alone. that’s when you decided to ask tanizaki for help.

you told him exactly which cake to get and when the time was right, you sent tanizaki a message, a sign that he could enter since you had intentionally left the front door unlocked for him. you were laying bed with dazai when he came in and you didn’t even hear him open or close the fridge. his ability was the plan b in case if dazai happened to suddenly go there. in the end everything went smoothly and you couldn’t feel more relieved. you made a mental note to yourself to pay him back for the cake later.

and before you know it, the day is here. you lazily rubbed your eyes as the rising sunlight woke you up. you slightly shift your body, turning your head a little to see the familiar chocolate brown hair and his face nuzzled against your back. his peaceful state always managed to bring a subtle smile to your lips. but that soon falls as you remember something and god you should have realised this earlier.

how are you going to get out of bed?

the ideal scenario would be that you slowly manage to escape his grasp, placing a pillow in your place and then you would have the chance to get everything ready and surprise him before he wakes up. except it’s dazai that we’re talking about. asleep or not, this man refuses to let go of you easily and only whines about how cold it is without your warmth. and most of the time it works because you can’t deny how comfortable it is to relax in his embrace and forget about the world around you for a moment.

but right now you actually wanted no, needed to get up. you sigh slightly as you think what to do. you know he is going to wake up, dazai has never been a heavy sleeper so moving out of bed would definitely alert him. which leaves you one last option that has to work. you carefully start to shift your body, trying to move his arm, which is wrapped around your waist, out of the way. you were close to sitting up before you could feel dazai’s hold tighten around you, making your movements pause.

“where are you going..?” he mumbles against your skin, the sleep in his voice evident. i take a small breath and then respond. “to the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” your voice is quiet as you let one of your hands brush through his hair. you silently prayed for him to let you since you really have no idea what else you’re going to do otherwise.

you have to hold in an exhale of relief when his hold loosens again, giving you the chance to sit up. a sleepy ‘okay’ is all he says in return and you’re almost surprised at how effortlessly you managed to leave. it could be because he’s still half asleep. all that matters now is the cake and the present. as quietly as possible, you take out your wrapped gift and the cake from the fridge. a rather small cake because you know that he doesn’t have a really big sweet tooth. you wanted to put candles on it too but now wonder how many. definitely not the age he is turning because they wouldn’t all fit. without thinking too hard you just put three as it looked nice like that.

you took out a lighter and within a few moments, all the candles were lit. all that is left now is to go and wish him a happy birthday the way he deserves. you carefully take the cake and the present, approaching the bedroom door as small nervousness starts to grow. what if he doesn’t like it? the last thing you want to do is to make his own day worse for him. thankfully you don’t get to dwell on your thoughts too long because you don’t want the candle wax dripping down on the cake.

when you enter the room, dazai is laying on his back, lazily rubbing his eyes before he turns to look at you. the immediate confused look in his eyes made you smile.

“happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear osamu, happy birthday to you!” you sing softly while slowly sitting down on the bed, placing the cake beside him. you noticed the way he is blinking and dumbfounded as if he couldn’t believe this was real at first. you expected that kind of reaction.

“what?” he speaks up after you sing, slowly sitting up. seeing dazai so off guard is rare, even to you. “come on, blow out the candles!” you tell him with a chuckle. with some hesitation, he does as you say and your face beamed. you also decide to give him the present.

“i know you don’t really care about your birthday but i couldn’t let today just pass by either.” dazai seems like he’s speechless for a moment before focusing on you again.

“you seriously didn’t need to do this.” his voice is soft yet you could sense a bit of disbelief in it as he sees the wrapped gift for him as well. “but i wanted to and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” you say back with certainty, leaving no room for argument.

you then encouraged him to open the gift, your anticipation for his reaction growing. as he removes the wrapping, a small book is revealed and as soon as he opens it, a couple of pages filled with pictures of him and you can be seen. basically a photo album. while dazai flips through the pages you can’t help but notice his lack of reaction, only a small smile coating his lips.

does he not like it that much? you had hoped that he would at least point out a few photos or something but he’s completely quiet, which makes you even more anxious.

“…is it okay? i’m going to be honest, for the longest time i wondered what to give you because i wanted it to be something special or meaningful to you. then i got this idea and thought it’s perfect, a photo album containing the memories of us. but if you don’t like it then i can—“ your unsure rambling is cut off by dazai as he presses a tender kiss on your lips. and suddenly everything seems okay again.

“don’t like it? my love, you have no idea how grateful i am for this,” he tells you, holding your face so that you’d see the sincerity in his gaze, “…i don’t think anyone has ever properly celebrated my birthday, including myself so you just going out of your way to do this for me? i don’t deserve it.” his words push you to give him a light kiss, relishing in the soft surprised sound he lets out.

“yes you do, osamu. i’ll make sure that today will be all about you.” you say to him with a sweet smile, warmth and fondness pooling in your eyes. you swear that for a brief moment you could hear dazai’s breath falter. it’s clear as day that he is not used to this but you are determined to change that.

he looks like he’s about to argue back before eventually sighing in defeat, cuddling closer to you as he buries his face into the crook of your neck and you almost miss his quiet words spoken against your skin. 

“god i love you so much…”

pressure to party // katsuki bakugou

when he clearly has a favorite roommate

a/n: so there was indeed supposed to be a written portion with this but it was too srs n i just needed to make something silly <\3 roomie kats in my brain is sssssoooooooooooooo rated r i think i would go crazy

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katsuki tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet @kaldurahms-lover

“And the winner of the UA Sports Festival for his third year in a row, Katsuki Bakugo!”

The frequency of Present Mic’s voice reverbs through the stadium, mixing with the roar of the crowd as the realization sets in — you lost. But you didn’t go down without a fight, pushing yourself and Bakugo to your absolute limits at almost an hour long duel. You assume he’s standing proudly on the other side of the arena, hands on his hips with that cocky smirk of his as everyone celebrates him for claiming the top spot once more…but no.

He’s running, sprinting over to you.

You’re on your feet right as he bursts into your personal bubble, arms wrapping around your waist and picking you up effortlessly. He spins the two of you, a genuine boyish grin on his face underneath the dirt and sweat, his celebratory cheers echoing in your ears.

“Katsuki!” You chuckle when he puts you back on your feet. “The hell are you doing? I lost, go get your trophy!”

Bakugo shakes his head and flicks your forehead. “Already got it.”

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WHAT YOU NEED; A RUINATION

[ nsfw ] — smut (18+) ; bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 7,149 — read on ao3

tags: shameless smut, rough sex, established relationship, aged-up characters, oral sex, vaginal sex, explicit language & sexual content, praise kink, dirty talk, domestic fluff

summary:

He’s everywhere; consuming you; possessing you, and you let him. You want him to. Because there’s no one else who could ever make you feel like this.

No one else who could ever ruin you so perfectly.

Or, in which Bakugou Katsuki is the one ruining you, yet also the one being ruined in the end.

The bedroom is dimly lit, bathed in the soft golden hue of the bedside lamp. The air is warm, and the only sounds filling the space are the steady breaths you take, and the quiet rustle of the sheets as you shift between his thighs. Katsuki sits propped up against the headboard, legs spread comfortably wide as you kneel before him, your gaze fixed on his hard cock resting against his abdomen, flushed and glistening with beads of pre-cum that call to you like a siren.

The moment feels intimate, personal—like a secret shared only between the two of you. His bare chest rises and falls steadily, his crimson eyes half-lidded, softened by the warmth of the moment, by the way you look at him like he’s the only thing that matters. And to you, right now, he is.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. His knuckles brush your cheek, grazing your skin so tenderly that it makes your heart stutter. He pushes a few strands of hair from your face, tucking them gently behind your ear as he leans back again, watching you with that intense gaze of his. There’s affection in the way he looks at you, mixed with the unspoken desire burning in his eyes. “Good girl,” he whispers, the words rolling off his tongue like honey, thick and sweet. “So good for me.”

Your breath hitches at his praise, thighs clenching together instinctively as arousal blooms hot and thick between your legs. But it’s not about you right now; it’s about him—about making him feel good, watching the way his lips part and his jaw tightens as you slowly lower yourself, your mouth hovering just above the tip of his cock. You can feel his heat, the slick bead of pre-cum teasing your lips, and it sends a wave of anticipation through you.

You press a soft kiss to the head, tasting the salt of him on your tongue before you part your lips and take him in. Slowly, you swirl your tongue around the tip, savoring the way his body reacts—how his thigh muscles twitch, how his breath catches for just a moment. He’s watching you, always watching, and the weight of his gaze makes your skin prickle with excitement.

“Fuck,” he groans quietly, his head falling back against the headboard, fingers curling into the sheets. But even as the curse slips past his lips, there’s a gentleness in the way he cups the back of your head, guiding you but never forcing, letting you set your own pace. “Just like that…”

You hum against him, the vibrations of your voice making him hiss through his teeth. His approval fuels you, makes you more eager to please him, and you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you start to bob your head, tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. The weight of him fills your mouth, every inch of him stretching your lips, and you can’t help the moan that escapes you as your chin becomes slick with spit.

Your hands come up, fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as you pump what you can’t take in your mouth, and it’s intoxicating—the sound of your wet mouth working him over, the salty taste of him, the low grunts and growls that escape him in response. You’re lost in it, in him, so completely consumed by the way he feels against your tongue, by the way he reacts to every little movement you make.

It’s impossible to ignore how wet you are, how your own body throbs with need as your thighs press together, trying to alleviate the ache building between them. But no matter how turned on you are, you can’t stop. You don’t want to. The taste of him, the feel of him twitching in your mouth as his hips start to move, gently thrusting up into your heat—it’s all too good. Too much. You can’t get enough.

“You love this, huh?” Katsuki breathes, voice thick with lust and amusement as he gazes down at you, his fingers stroking through your hair. “You love sucking me off… fuck, you look so pretty like this.”

The praise sends another rush of arousal through you, making your toes curl as you take him deeper, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You gag just slightly but push through it, the mix of discomfort and pleasure driving you to take him even more.

His fingers tighten in your hair as he groans low and deep, and you can feel him trembling beneath you, his thighs tensing as he fights to keep his control. But you don’t let up, even as his breath quickens, even as the taste of him becomes stronger—bitter and salty as the first spurts of his release hit your tongue.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—” His voice cracks, and with a final thrust of his hips, he spills into your mouth, hot and thick. The taste of him floods your senses, a little sour, a little bitter, but intoxicating in the way it fills you completely, like you were made to take it.

But you don’t stop.

Even as he trembles beneath you, even as he curses and gasps for breath, you keep going, sucking him through his orgasm, your lips still wrapped tightly around him as you bob your head slowly, milking every last drop from him. His body shudders, a broken moan tearing from his throat as his hand tightens in your hair, pulling you closer to him as if he can’t handle the pleasure but doesn’t want you to stop, either.

“Shit, baby,” he groans, his chest heaving as his hand falls from your head to cup your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly across your spit-slick skin. His voice is softer now, more vulnerable, and it makes your heart swell. “Too good… you’re too fuckin’ good.”

The sound of his praise, the way his thumb strokes your cheek, and the sight of him above you—flushed and breathless, with his chest heaving and his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction—it all makes your heart flutter in your chest. There’s such a softness in the way he looks at you, even now, even after he’s just fallen apart in your mouth. The love in his gaze is undeniable, and it makes you feel warm all over, like you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.

You swallow what’s left of him, your lips parting with a soft pop as you finally pull back, resting your cheek against his thigh as you look up at him, your own body trembling with the aftershocks of arousal that have yet to be addressed. You’re breathless, your face and hands covered in spit, but you don’t care. All that matters is him—the way he’s looking at you, the way his fingers continue to trace patterns on your skin, like he can’t stop touching you.

“God, you’re perfect,” he mutters, his voice hoarse as his hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you up to meet his lips. The kiss is slow, tender, and filled with a kind of love that makes your chest ache. When he pulls back, his forehead presses against yours, and you feel the soft brush of his breath against your lips as he smiles, just a little. 

Your breath comes out in soft, shaky pants as you slowly rise, straddling Katsuki’s hips. His cock rests against your soaked folds, teasing you as you hover just above him, already wet and needy from everything that’s come before. The sheets cling to your knees, and your thighs tremble with anticipation, your body practically vibrating with desire. 

Katsuki leans back against the headboard, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you, his crimson eyes half-lidded but focused entirely on you. His arms rest casually on either side of him, but his fingers twitch like he’s dying to touch you, to feel your skin beneath his calloused palms. His chest rises and falls with steady breaths, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he shifts beneath you.

“Whaddya want, huh?” His voice is rough, teasing, yet there’s an edge of softness beneath it, that familiar tone he only uses when it’s just the two of you, when you’re wrapped up in each other like this. His fingers finally come up to brush your thighs, dragging along your skin slowly, so slow it sends sparks of heat straight to your core. “You gonna tell me what you want, or are you just gonna sit there lookin’ pretty?”

You bite your lip, feeling your heart stutter in your chest at his words, at the way he watches you like he’s waiting to devour you whole. Your hands press against his chest for balance, his skin warm under your palms as you lean forward slightly, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“Wanna ride you,” you whisper, your voice low and breathy, trembling with the weight of your desire. You can feel the heat of his body, the way his chest rises to meet yours with each breath. “Wanna show you how much I love you, Katsuki.”

At your words, he groans softly, his head tilting back slightly as his hands slide up your thighs, fingers digging into your hips. There’s a flicker of something tender in his eyes, something that makes your heart swell even more, and the way he looks at you—like you’re everything he’s ever wanted—only makes you more desperate to feel him inside you, to be closer to him in every way.

“Yeah?” His lips curve into a smirk, but there’s an unmistakable warmth in his gaze. His hands grip your waist, holding you steady as he watches the way you line yourself up with him, your slick folds gliding against his length, coating him in your arousal. “Then show me. Show me how much you fuckin’ love me.”

With a deep breath, you sink down onto him slowly, your walls stretching to accommodate him as he fills you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, the stretch so deep and so good that you can’t help but moan, your body trembling as you take him inch by inch. His grip on your hips tightens, his head falling back with a deep groan as you clench around him.

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice low and hoarse as he watches you through half-lidded eyes. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your lips as you begin to move, slowly at first, your hips rolling in smooth circles as you ride him, your body desperate to feel every inch of him. The heat between your legs is intense, and the way he fills you so perfectly has you gasping for breath, every movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your body.

His hands slide up your back, one cupping your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing strokes. You moan softly, your back arching into his touch as he leans forward just enough to take your nipple into his mouth, his lips warm and wet as he sucks gently, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

“Katsuki,” you breathe, your voice trembling as you continue to ride him, your pace quickening as the pleasure builds inside you. His mouth on your breast, his hands on your hips, his cock buried so deep inside you—it’s all too much, and yet, you need more. You need all of him. 

He groans against your skin, his breath hot against your chest as he pulls back, his tongue flicking over your nipple one last time before he leans back against the headboard, his hands gripping your hips again. “That’s it, princess. Keep goin’. You’re so fuckin’ good.”

His praise sends a shiver of excitement through you, making your movements even more desperate as you ride him faster, your hips grinding down against him with every thrust. The slick sounds of your bodies moving together fill the room, the wet heat between your legs driving you wild as you feel your climax building, creeping up on you with each roll of your hips.

His hands wander down to your ass, fingers digging into your skin as he helps guide your movements, his eyes dark and full of lust as he watches the way you take him, the way your body moves so perfectly above him.

“You gonna take all this cum, huh?” he growls, his voice strained as his grip on your hips tightens. “You gonna let me fill you up?”

You nod eagerly, your head falling back as you gasp for breath, the pleasure too much to contain as you feel the first tremors of your orgasm building inside you. “Always, Katsuki,” you whimper, your voice shaking with need. “For you, always.”

He groans at your words, his hips bucking up into you as his fingers dig into your skin. The heat between your legs is almost unbearable now, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside you until you can’t hold back anymore.

“Katsuki,” you whimper, your voice breaking as you ride him faster, your body trembling with the intensity of your need. “I—I can’t… It’s so—” 

“Fuck, you’re gonna come for me, huh?” He grins, his voice breathless and teasing, but there’s an unmistakable tenderness in his gaze as he watches you, his hands never leaving your skin. “Do it, baby. Come for me.”

That’s all it takes for you to fall apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave as you grind down against him, your walls pulsing around his cock. The pleasure is overwhelming, stealing your breath as you gasp for air, your thighs trembling as your entire body shudders with the force of your release.

Katsuki watches you the whole time, his lips parted in a quiet groan as he grips your hips, holding you steady as you ride out your orgasm. His gaze is soft, full of affection, and something deeper, something that makes your heart flutter in your chest even as your body quakes with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of warmth as his thumb brushes over your trembling thigh. “You’re so good for me.”

Even as the last waves of your orgasm fade, you can’t stop. You’re still so wet, still so needy, and the way he fills you, the way his cock feels buried deep inside you—it’s not enough. You need more. You need all of him.

You start moving again, your hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as you ride him, your body aching for another release, another high. His hands slide up your back, one cupping your breast again as his other hand presses against the small of your back, guiding your movements with soft, gentle pressure.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, his voice hoarse as he watches you, his eyes dark with lust and affection. “You can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You shake your head, your breath coming out in short, desperate gasps as you grind down against him, your body trembling with need. “No,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. “I can’t… I need you, Katsuki.”

He groans softly into your mouth, his hand sliding up to cup the back of your head as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours in a slow, languid dance. The kiss is full of love, full of the warmth and affection you always feel when you’re with him, and it only makes your heart swell even more.

You ride him faster, your body moving on its own now, desperate for more of him, more of the pleasure only he can give you. His hands roam your body, his touch gentle and firm all at once, and you can feel him trembling beneath you, his cock pulsing inside you as he nears his own release.

“I’m gonna come,” he growls, his voice strained as his hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as he thrusts up into you, his hips meeting yours with every roll. “Fuck, baby… you’re so fuckin’ good…”

You nod, your head falling back as you gasp for breath, your body trembling with the intensity of your need. “Please,” you whisper, your voice shaky as you grind down against him, your walls pulsing around his cock. “Please, Katsuki… fill me up…”

With a final thrust, he spills into you, his body trembling as he releases inside you, hot and thick. The sensation sends another wave of pleasure through you, and you can’t help but moan as you grind down against him, taking everything he has to give you.

For a moment, neither of you move, your bodies tangled together, breathless and trembling. His hands slide up your back, pulling you against his chest as he holds you close, his lips pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your jaw.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice soft and full of love. His breath is warm, his words making your heart swell as you melt into him, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. The world outside the bed fades, leaving just the two of you—bare, tangled, and basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

You rest your forehead against his shoulder, still catching your breath. His skin is damp, his chest heaving as he slowly calms down from the intensity of it all. But Katsuki’s hands never stop moving—one glides up and down your back, gentle and soothing, while the other traces lazy circles on your hip. Even after everything, he’s still touching you, like he can’t get enough of your skin against his.

"Still got energy to keep goin'?" His voice rumbles against you, teasing, but there’s an unmistakable tenderness there. He tilts his head down, pressing his lips to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair, pushing the strands away from your face.

You smile, your heart fluttering at his touch. The warmth in his gaze, the quiet affection that lingers behind his teasing words, it’s everything you’ve come to know and love about him. Katsuki—rough, tough, a little brash, but in moments like these, he’s soft and open, all for you.

"Mmm… maybe," you hum, your voice lazy, though the aftershocks of your pleasure still send pleasant shivers through your body. You shift slightly, wincing at the sensitivity between your legs, and Katsuki's hands immediately tighten around you, as if instinctively trying to protect you.

“Oi, don’t push yourself.” He clicks his tongue, but his voice is soft, and there’s a glint of worry in his eyes, even if he’s trying to mask it with that usual gruffness. “I’m not goin' anywhere, you know.”

You chuckle, leaning up just enough to look him in the eye. “I know, I just…” You bite your lip, your hands tracing the contours of his chest, your fingers gently brushing over his heart. “I love you. And I always want you, Katsuki. It’s like I can’t ever get enough.”

His eyes darken at your confession, and for a moment, the teasing smirk on his face falters, replaced by something deeper. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he gazes at you with that soft, yet intense look that always leaves you breathless.

“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice rough but filled with so much love it makes your chest tighten. “Every part of you. Every damn part.”

There’s a possessiveness in his tone, but it’s not harsh or overbearing. It’s full of adoration, the way only Katsuki can say it—like he needs you, craves you, but also wants to keep you safe, wants to love you in all the ways he knows how.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his thumb before leaning in to kiss him on the lips. It’s slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that speaks volumes without needing words. He kisses you back just as gently, his hand slipping from your cheek to cradle the back of your neck, holding you close as your lips move together in perfect sync.

When you finally pull away, both of you breathing heavily, Katsuki gives you that lazy grin that makes your heart skip a beat. He looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world, his crimson eyes soft but still burning with the intensity that makes you melt.

You trace your fingers over the firm planes of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your touch, the way his muscles tense just slightly at the sensation. Your nails scrape lightly over his pecs, then drift lower, tracing the deep ridges of his abdomen, following the defined cut of muscle that leads downward. The whole time, your gaze is locked on his, watching for every little reaction, every subtle shift in his expression. And you see it—the way his breath hitches, the flicker of something dark and hungry in those crimson eyes, the barely-there tremor in his fingers as they twitch at your hips. 

He’s trying to stay composed, to keep that usual cocky edge, but you know him too well. You know how to unravel him. 

“You’re so sexy,” you breathe, voice laced with unfiltered desire, your words rolling off your tongue with the kind of smooth confidence that’s second nature to you. The smirk that tugs at your lips is slow, teasing, like you’re savoring the power you have over him. You drag your nails lightly down his abdomen, feeling his stomach clench beneath your touch, and let your fingers dance along his v-line. “I want you all the time.” 

His reaction is immediate. A deep, low growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against your palms, and his grip on your hips tightens, fingers pressing into your skin like he’s fighting to hold himself back. His jaw clenches, his throat bobs as he swallows hard, and his pupils blow wide with something raw, something primal. His breath is heavy, uneven, and for a moment, he just stares at you—like you’ve stolen the air from his lungs, like he’s trying to process the weight of your words and the way they punch through whatever restraint he’s barely holding onto. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, voice rough, thick with something almost reverent, and then he moves. 

It’s sudden, fast—before you can blink, he flips you onto your back, pinning you against the mattress with a kind of controlled force that makes your stomach flip. His body is solid, warm, pressing down over you, his thighs caging you in, his hands bracketing your head. He’s hovering just above you, close enough that you can feel his breath against your lips, but not close enough to kiss. Not yet. He’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you, savoring the moment, making you wait. 

You swallow hard, pulse hammering against your ribs as you stare up at him. His face is shadowed in the dim light, his golden skin glowing under the soft hue of the bedside lamp. His hair is a mess, wild and tousled from your fingers, and his lips are parted, pink and kiss-swollen. But it’s his eyes that make your breath catch—the way they burn into you, intense, filled with something so unfiltered it makes your skin prickle with heat. 

“Say that again,” he demands, voice low, almost dangerous, but there’s something underneath it, something deeper. A plea, almost. 

You know exactly what he’s asking for, exactly what he wants to hear. And you don’t hesitate. 

“I want you all the time,” you say again, slow, deliberate, letting every syllable drip with sincerity, with hunger, with devotion. You lift a hand, cupping his cheek, your thumb grazing over his sharp jawline, and his breath stutters just a little, his lashes fluttering as he leans into your touch—just barely, but you catch it. 

Something about the way you say it, about the way you look at him when you say it, makes his whole body tense. His fingers curl into the sheets beside your head, his muscles coiling like a predator about to pounce, like he’s barely holding himself together. 

Then he’s kissing you, hard. 

It’s not just a kiss—it’s a claim. His lips crash against yours with a bruising intensity, stealing your breath, swallowing the quiet gasp that escapes you. His hands move, one tangling in your hair, gripping tight as he tilts your head back, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, deliberate stroke that makes your toes curl. The other hand drags down your side, firm and possessive, following the curve of your waist before gripping your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh. 

He kisses like he does everything else—fierce, overwhelming, like he has something to prove. Like he wants to ruin you for anyone else, make sure you never forget the way he feels, the way he tastes, the way he consumes you whole. 

And you? You love it. You thrive on it. 

You moan into his mouth, your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl. His hips press down against yours, his cock heavy and hot against your soaked folds, and the friction sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through you. You arch into him instinctively, chasing more, desperate for him, for everything he’s willing to give you. 

“Needy little thing,” he mutters against your lips, his breath warm, teasing, but there’s a roughness to it, like he’s just as desperate as you are. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, tracing the shape of your mouth before pressing inside, against your tongue. His gaze darkens as he watches you suck on it, your lips wrapping around his thumb, your tongue swirling over the pad. 

His breathing stutters again, and you can see it—that momentary flicker of vulnerability, of sheer awe, like he can’t believe you’re his, like he doesn’t know what to do with the way you undo him so effortlessly. 

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he murmurs, shaking his head, his lips curving into a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It’s softer, tinged with something tender, something he’d never admit out loud, but you see it. You always see it. 

You grin up at him, releasing his thumb with a slow, wet pop, and tilt your head, your voice dripping with playful confidence. “That’d be a hell of a way to go, wouldn’t it?” 

He barks out a laugh, sharp and genuine, before cutting it off with another kiss, this one slower, deeper, more controlled. His hands roam your body, tracing every curve, every dip, committing you to memory. And then, with a low, gravelly whisper against your ear, he promises, “I’m gonna make sure you never wanna go a fuckin’ day without me.” 

And with the way his fingers slide between your thighs, teasing, coaxing, setting your skin on fire, you know he means it.

You whimper softly when his fingers find your clit, the pads of his calloused fingertips circling it with a touch that’s hesitant yet firm, like he’s still figuring out just how much pressure will make you shatter. “I wanna be good for you,” you whisper, voice soft, but there’s a weight behind your words—a promise, an invitation. Your hands slide over his broad shoulders, down the ridges of his chest, tracing over every defined muscle, every inch of skin that’s burning hot under your touch. You feel the way he tenses beneath you, the way his breath hitches just slightly, and it sends a shiver of satisfaction down your spine.  

Katsuki's fingers twitch against your clit, and you swear you feel him shudder. He swallows thickly, his crimson eyes flickering between your face and where his fingers are pressed against you, as if he’s trying to memorize every little reaction you give him. He’s hesitant—not because he doesn’t want this, but because he always wants to do it right. Because despite his rough edges, despite the sharp tongue, and the explosive temper, Bakugou Katsuki is meticulous when it comes to you. He treats your pleasure like a challenge he refuses to lose.  

But there’s something else simmering beneath the surface—something darker, more primal. His need to take something soft, something untouched, and leave his mark all over it. It’s that childhood troublemaker in him, that same part of him that probably kicked over sandcastles just to watch them crumble, the same part of him that grins whenever he makes a mess. Only now, you’re the sandcastle, and he wants to wreck you.  

Your breath hitches when he finally presses a little harder, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit. His other hand grips your thigh, his touch firm, grounding. “Yeah?” His voice is low, rough, filled with something almost smug but not quite. “You wanna be good for me?”  

You nod quickly, your fingers trailing over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. You know he likes the praise and craves it even if he won’t admit it, but he also loves hearing you submit like this, knowing that you’d do anything for him. And you would—you'd let him have all of you, let him ruin you completely if that’s what he wanted.  

He exhales through his nose, his smirk deepening. “Course you do,” he mutters, but there’s something almost affectionate in his teasing. His fingers move with more confidence now, rubbing slow and steady over your clit, watching your every reaction with laser focus. “You’re always so fuckin’ good for me, aren’t you?”  

You whimper, pressing your thighs together, but his hand on your leg tightens, keeping you spread open. He doesn’t stop touching you, doesn’t let you escape the slow, devastating pressure of his fingers.  

Your nails dig into his shoulders, trying to ground yourself, but Katsuki doesn’t give you the chance to breathe. He leans in, lips brushing against your ear, voice dropping into something dark and velvety. “You always say the right shit to get me goin’,” he murmurs, his fingers dragging lower, teasing at your entrance before sliding back up. “Always runnin’ that smart fuckin’ mouth, and then you look at me like this—” He presses down harder on your clit, just for a second, making you gasp. “Like you need me.”  

You do. You need him so badly it’s almost painful, and he fucking knows it. You can hear the satisfaction in his voice, see it in the way his eyes darken as he watches you squirm beneath him.  

Katsuki shifts, pulling his hand away, and you whine at the loss of contact. But before you can protest, he grabs your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look at him. His grip isn’t rough, but it’s firm, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, pressing down just enough to make you part your lips for him.  

“That desperate, huh?” he taunts, his smirk widening as he watches your lips tremble. “You want it that bad?”  

You nod, your breath coming in short, shallow pants, but he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Nah, c’mon, baby, use that mouth. You were talkin’ real sweet just a second ago.”  

You swallow hard, trying to focus, but it’s difficult when he’s looking at you like this—like he’s already won, like you’re already his to break apart and put back together.  

“I want you,” you breathe, your voice shaking. “I want you to ruin me, Katsuki.”  

His eyes darken, something dangerous flashing through them, and you know you’ve just fed into that part of him, the part that loves to take something soft and make it his.  

Katsuki groans, his grip tightening for just a second before he lets go, shoving you back onto the bed. He moves fast, so fast it makes your head spin, settling between your legs, pressing his body against yours. His cock is hot and heavy against your inner thigh, and you can feel how hard he is, how much he wants this, wants you.  

“Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained as he looks down at you, his hands braced on either side of your head. “You don’t know what you do to me.”  

You smirk, your wit bubbling up even through the haze of arousal. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”  

Katsuki growls, but there’s amusement behind it, something fond beneath the frustration. “Smartass.”  

But he doesn’t give you a chance to retort—he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, all heat and hunger and raw, unfiltered need. His hands are everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up your waist, squeezing your thighs as if he can’t get enough of touching you.  

And then he’s lining himself up, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing you with slow, shallow thrusts that don’t give you nearly enough. He watches your face, drinking in every little twitch, every little gasp, his smirk widening as he sees how badly you need him.  

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice rough, possessive.  

Your fingers dig into his back, your body arching against him. “Ruin me, Katsuki.”  

His breath shudders out of him, and then, finally, he thrusts into you, stretching you open inch by inch until he’s buried deep inside you. The stretch is just enough to make you gasp, to make your nails rake down his back, but it’s perfect. He’s perfect.  

Katsuki groans, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath ragged. “Fuckin’ hell,” he growls, his fingers tightening on your hips. “You’re so—” He cuts himself off with a shaky breath, swallowing hard. “Shit, baby.”  

You feel him tremble slightly, like he’s holding himself back, trying not to lose control too soon. But you don’t want him to hold back. You want all of him.  

“C’mon, Katsuki,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. “You can do better than that.”  

His eyes snap open, locking onto yours, and for a second, there’s nothing but silence between you. Then, his smirk returns, but this time, it’s sharper, more dangerous.  

“You really wanna test me, huh?”  

Before you can respond, he grips your hips and slams into you, knocking the breath from your lungs, making you cry out. He sets a brutal pace, his thrusts deep and demanding, every movement claiming you, leaving no room for doubt—no room for anything except the feeling of him, the way he fills you completely, the way his body moves against yours like he was made for this.  

He’s everywhere; consuming you; possessing you, and you let him. You want him to. Because there’s no one else who could ever make you feel like this. 

No one else who could ever ruin you so perfectly.

Your gasp is swallowed by the heat between you, your breath catching in your throat as Katsuki's hands find yours, his fingers threading through yours in a firm, grounding grip. His palms are rough, calloused from years of training, from battle, from holding power in his hands—and now he’s holding you, keeping you steady as he thrusts into you with deep, measured force. His grip tightens, squeezing your fingers just as his hips snap against yours, drawing a sharp, breathless moan from your lips. His forehead presses against yours, damp with sweat, his ragged breaths mingling with yours, the heat of his body searing into you.  

The pace he sets is relentless, every roll of his hips sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, your body arching to meet every thrust like you’re trying to take more of him, trying to pull him deeper. His cock stretches you perfectly, every inch dragging against your walls, hitting that devastating spot inside you that has your legs trembling around his waist. He watches you through half-lidded, lust-darkened eyes, his gaze flickering between your parted lips and the way your face twists in pleasure. His expression is one of pure, unfiltered possession—like he owns every moan that leaves your mouth, every shiver, every needy whimper that spills from your lips.  

"Fuck," he growls, voice rough and breathless, his grip on your hands tightening as if to anchor himself. "Say my name again."  

You barely have the presence of mind to respond, too lost in the feeling of him pounding into you, filling you over and over again, but you manage to whimper, "Katsuki—" your voice breaking on the last syllable as he thrusts particularly deep, your head tilting back against the pillow.  

A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest, his lips brushing over your jaw as he presses himself impossibly closer, his body flush against yours, his weight pinning you down in the best possible way. He’s everywhere, surrounding you, his heat, his scent, the intoxicating mix of sweat and something inherently him flooding your senses. You feel drunk on him, utterly consumed, and he knows it. You can feel it in the way his body tenses, the way his hips jerk just a little more erratically, like he’s losing himself in you the same way you’re drowning in him.  

His hands, still clasped tightly around yours, suddenly push your arms above your head, pinning them to the mattress as he leans in, lips ghosting over your ear. "You're mine," he breathes, his voice low and wrecked, sending a shiver down your spine. His teeth graze your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "Say it."  

You barely manage a nod, your thighs tightening around his waist, desperate for more, desperate for all of him. "I'm yours," you gasp, and that’s all it takes for him to snap.  

Katsuki growls, something primal and desperate in the sound, and his pace turns brutal, his thrusts rough and deep, claiming you in every way possible. His hands are still wrapped around yours, fingers locked together, but there’s nothing gentle about the way he’s taking you now. It’s raw, all-consuming, his body demanding more, his need for you spilling over in the way he fucks into you like he’s trying to carve himself into you, like he never wants you to forget this—forget that you belong to him.  

Your moans are nothing but broken cries now, his name the only thing you can manage, gasping it into the air between you like a prayer. His lips crash against yours, messy and desperate, swallowing your sounds, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. He’s close, you can feel it—the way his thrusts are growing erratic, the way his breath stutters against your mouth, the way his hands squeeze yours so tight you’re sure he’ll leave marks.  

“Fuck—" he grits out, his whole body tensing, his hips slamming against yours in a final, deep thrust. And then he’s gone, lost to the overwhelming pleasure. His groan vibrates against your skin as he buries himself as deep as possible, his release crashing over him like a tidal wave—dragging you under with him. A sharp gasp escapes you as your own pleasure surges, legs trembling around his waist, eyes rolling back as the sensation overtakes you completely. You can feel the way he trembles above you, the way he breathes your name like it’s the only thing grounding him as he spills inside you, his body shuddering with the aftershocks.  

He stays there for a moment, his forehead still pressed against yours, his breath heavy and ragged, his body pressed tightly to yours as if he never wants to let go. Slowly, his grip on your hands loosens, his fingers uncurling, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he laces them together properly this time, softer, more deliberate, grounding himself in the warmth of your touch.  

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he exhales, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there as he whispers, "You're mine." 

This time, it’s not a demand—it’s a promise.

"I only want to be yours," you whisper, your voice soft yet unwavering as your fingers uncurl around his and weave into his hair, tugging gently at the damp strands. Katsuki stills above you, his breath catching, and for a moment, everything slows. The heat between you lingers, but the intensity shifts—melting into something deeper, something raw and unguarded.  

His grip on your wrists loosens, fingers flexing as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with them now that the fire has simmered down. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing, and when he finally meets your gaze, his eyes are wide, uncertain. Vulnerable. It’s rare to see him like this, stripped of his usual brashness, his walls lowered just enough to let you see the boy underneath—the one who’s never really known how to handle tenderness without wanting to crush it in his hands.  

"You’re already mine," he mutters, but there’s no cocky edge to his voice, no smirk tugging at his lips. Instead, he says it like he’s trying to convince himself, like the idea of being wanted this much is still something he doesn’t know how to accept.  

You offer him a small smile, brushing your fingers through his hair, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. He exhales shakily at the sensation, his body relaxing into your touch despite himself. You can feel the tension in his muscles ease, the weight of something unspoken lingering between you both.  

"You don’t have to act so tough with me," you murmur, tracing the shell of his ear, your touch featherlight. "I love you, Katsuki. All of you."  

His eyes dart away for a second, like he needs to escape the weight of your words, but you don’t let him. You tilt his face back toward you, catching his gaze and holding it, refusing to let him run from this—run from you.  

His jaw clenches, but then, with a slow inhale, he lets himself sink against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers if he lets go.  

"You fuckin’ ruin me," he mumbles, his voice muffled against your collarbone. But his hold on you tightens, contradicting his words.  

You smile, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Good," you tease softly, earning a quiet huff from him.  

But he doesn’t pull away. He just stays there, breathing you in, holding you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. 

And for once, Bakugou Katsuki lets himself be loved.

nsfw ahead !

sigma and dazai have been on my mind for a WHILE. which, obviously, has resulted into uhm,,, unholy thoughts 😁

therefore, imagine dazai taking you from the back, pounding into you and abusing your cervix with every thrust as you suck sigma off <3

and dazai is not making it easy for you to please sigma because he’s fucking you dumb, holding onto your hips like he’s holding on for dear life,, which he isn’t known to do. and sigma? sigma is a blushing mess. one hand lovingly on your head as you bob it up and down on his length, the other one across his mouth as he tries to hide his moans.

and dazai just speaks pure filth to you, smacks your ass and everything while sigma lets out quiet “fuck” ‘s and whines. dazai slides his hand down, rubbing your clit with one hand as you moan out loud, gripping the sheets. the dark haired man lets out a chuckle, pressing his lips to your ear “you like the way i’m fucking you, beautiful? feel good? don’t forget about my friend over there, okay?” he kisses your temple as he gestures to sigma.

and sigma’s ears go red “no no, it’s fine i— oh f..fuck” he tries to say before you lick his dripping tip. your eyes trail up to him, a silent chuckle vibrating against his sensitive cock as he whines, closing his eyes and looking away. “look at the effect you have over him, pretty girl. got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” dazai coos as he caresses your back, hips slapping against your ass.

and god, aren’t you just so beautiful? aren’t you just handling them both so well? that’s part of the filthy shit dazai whispers to you as he rubs your swollen clit, thrusting himself balls deep into you. and sigma agrees. he’s not going to say it out loud,, he’s too shy for it. but with the way you’re taking care of his hard-on, he could very well pass out.

your fingers trace patterns on sigma’s thighs, making him get louder, more vocal as he gets closer to reaching his peak. dazai, on the other hand, is aiming towards making you cum. he wants to see you fall apart because of him, wants you to know nobody else can fuck you this good. so he pulls out, like the annoying cunt he is and watches your hole gape and clench around nothing, making you whine impatiently.

“come on. let her have it” sigma says as he watches you squirm. dazai chuckles, a cocky smile appearing his lips “oh? think she’s not gonna make you cum if i don’t fuck her?” he teases as sigma rolls his eyes with a blush. “osamu.. please” you whine, looking back at him as he catches your jaw between his fingers.

“awww.. can’t refuse you when you ask me so nicely, belladonna. want me to fuck you stupid?” you nod impatiently, hand lazily pumping sigma as he watches the whole scene. dazai applies a sweet kiss to your lips, pulling away with a bite to your bottom lip. “only for you, pretty” dazai says with a wink as he parts himself away from you, slamming himself back into you.

soon enough your body shakes violently, as you yell his name. sigma takes a bolder approach, reaching for your face as he muffles your moans with a sweet kiss, tongue swirling against dazai’s previous bite. as you reach your high, dazai groans, gripping your hips tightly before painting your walls white with his thick cum, pulling out and watching it drip out from your aching hole.

your hand moves down to sigma’s dick as he whines against your lips, pumping his length before parting away from him “need you to cum too” and sigma bites his lip as you and dazai’s piercing eyes watch him. unfortunately for him, being watched only made his cock twitch in your hand as he gripped the sheets of the bed.

you got to work quick enough, kissing and licking at his sensitive tip as he begged for you to let him have it. his hips push up, fucking your fist as you chuckle, watching him rub himself in the palm of your hand “good boy, sigma. doing so well” and he whines, closing his eyes and throwing his head back before sticky ropes of cum shoot out from his mushroom-tip.

soon after you’re squished between the two as they kiss, praise and caress your body, taking care of you and making sure you aren’t hurting. sigma cannot stop thanking you, dazai cannot stop kissing all over you,, you’re so pampered, you’re their princess. until.. you know.. dazai decides to speak up.

“so… up for round two?”

“osamu, shut up”