Lost Focus And Had A Consensual Workplace Relationship

jan philipzen

AH rubbing your nips against each other and the piercings catch occasionally and it feels so good even Bakugou can't keep his moans in KAKMA

## new match ! -> pierced pretty.

— re: katsuki bakugou.

— a/n: i had to turn this into full thirst bc your brain im </33 dizzy with this idea !!!

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, creampie, nipple piercings, nipple stimulation, implied multiple orgasms, implied overstimulation, katsuki is a needy dom who begs, fem!reader.

— wc: idk bc i wrote this in tumblr drafts lmao, living life on da edge.

oh cause bakugou would already have sensitive nipples, but throwing fresh piercings into the mix drives this poor guy absolutely insane !!!

usually you could make him cum just by playing with his sensitive buds alone, flicking them with your tongue or twisting them with a finger and thumb while you’re on top makes a foggy haze sit over his brain— making bakugou stupid with lust to the point where he can only tell you to shut up between breathy whines...so in the weeks after he gets them pierced bakugou is on the fucking edge of creaming his pants no matter where you are.

while they heal, poor baby has to be extra slow throwing a shirt on in the morning— because if katsuki rushes, the fabric hits his nipple piercings just right and makes is soft cock twitch to life and a shudder run down his spine. it’s even worse for bakugou when he’s at work, fighting back a gentle while training with the number one hero ( deku ) and practically struggling through a dry orgasm during an interview with reporters on national television after taking down villains.

you laugh at him for weeks about it, teasing the blonde until his cheeks are red as his eyes about all the boner’s he’s popped over his sensitive nipple piercings. he’s definitely all pouty about it, mumbling ‘s’your fuckin’ fault anyways. better fuckin’ take care of it,” breathily into your neck when he makes you jerk him off after a day of suffering. because it’s easier for him to blame you and putting the idea of matching nipple piercings into his head than for him to accept that he likes having his tits played with as much as the next guy.

when they are actually healed, bakugou’s ripping your clothes off— begging you to touch him, aching for you to feel him up. “fuck, please fucking touch me,” he’s stammering as soon as your hands touch his body, probably has you in his lap with his cock bruising your insides already :(( leaking everywhere because he’s unbelievably turned on by you twisting his nipples. “fuck, baby, play with ‘em more,”

and even though bakugou’s the one in charge; lifting his hips to pound your tight cunt, obscene squelching sounds swirling through the tight, hot air between your bodies— he can’t help but whimper against the crook of your neck, sweat on his cupid’s bow as colourful language escapes him.

a muscled arm wraps around your waist, large palms gripping your ass cheeks to bounce you over his cock until your eyes cross and fire pulses through either of your veins. you can’t focus on his words, like static in your ears underneath the dopamine and serotonin pulsing in your brain with every kiss the tip of bakugou’s cock pressed to your g-spot.

“k-katsuki, suki, i can’t, s-slow down!”

you beg, tears in your eyes and heavy lust in your brain— in reality you don’t want him to. how could you ask him to? when strings of thick arousal and milky precum connect your exhausted bodies. your poor pussy is raw and soaked through and katsuki is nowhere near close to finishing...not when you haven’t played with him yet.

“just fuckin’,” he simpers, hot against your flesh and for a second you think you can feel the chill drops of his tears against your shoulders. katsuki takes your hand, trailing it between the sticky plains of your bodies to his pert and pierced nipples, letting you thumb the metal bar that slides through them. “—here, play with me like that just— just like that, f-fuck. you know how i like it baby,”

“like...like that suki?” hot whispers slip from between your lips, smaller-than-his hand brushing over his hardened pink buds, tweaking them as best you can when your bodies are pressed flush against one another. bakugou hisses, broken in by obscene claps of his balls against your ass before he slows you to a grind— pulling you back and forth and back and forth on his swollen cock as though not to forget about your pleasure.

and then he shudders, oh god he shudders. his entire body, lean and muscled from his work on the field shakes beneath you, thighs locking, previous releases fighting to escape your tight cunt and pooling onto the couch below you. all this is for you, because of the way the pads of your cool fingers press into his flesh and the way your own pierced nipples catch on his when he fucks up into your addictive heat.

katsuki nods, barely noticeable, unlike the way his cock twitches inside of you. “like that, again baby...more, please,”

you’re wetter than wet at this point, tummy slick from your own juices or katsuki’s cum? you can no longer tell— doing your best to flick at the bars in your boyfriend’s tits as he starts up a rough pace all over again. your chest bounces with his rough and mismatched thrusts, bakugou close to blowing his load every time your piercings brush against one another. he’s getting erratic, uncontrollable as he uses your body like his own personal fucktoy.

“suki, suki...s’too much, ‘m gonna cum—!” you cry, losing your grasp of bakugou’s chest to steady yourself, the burn in your lower belly becoming too much for you to handle.

you’re gushing before you can stop yourself, the cord snapping while bakugou bucks up into you at feverish pace, ignoring how your release sloshes messily between you both and fills the air with the scent of sex. he’s too far gone, chasing his own release that you could give him from stimulating his rosey nipples. “‘m not gonna stop, can’t fuckin’ stop, can’t fuckin’ stop,” the blonde chants, words sliding over the saliva that pools on his tongue. “c’mon baby, be good f’me, fuck this cock, play with me here, fuckin’ hell,”

you’re tired, slumped over with your pussy fluttering and leaking all over the place, but do your best to help katsuki along, finding the energy in you to twist his nipples and play with his piercings until his red eyes are crossed and he’s drooling against your hot skin. his dick bulges in your tummy, sending shock waves through your weak and fucked out body.

but you can take it, you’re his good girl and you owe it to him, ‘specially after you’ve coaxed him into this nipple piercing fest. you know he’s sensitive there, you knew this would make him go crazy with savage lust— so the least you could do was sit on his fat cock as it pushes against your walls and presses up on nerves and pleasure spots you’d never even known about.

the least you could do is let katsuki bakugou tremble and shake and claw at your back as he creams inside your sweet little pussy— filled to the brim as you lock his aching cock in, feeling it pulse with the ropes of cum that paint your inner walls. all because of the nipple piercings you’d somehow convinced him to get.

bakugou sobs, chest sore and red, entire body caked in sweat while the world blurs behind his eyes until his high is over, your name written like a prayer on his lips.

a silent thank you to whichever god told him to get his nipples pierced.

Hey pretty how are you doing,in the most respectful way,will you be my sugar baby and how much you need right now?🥰❤️

daddy’s girl (reupload)

“mommy, can i have this?” alora asked pointing towards the fruit snacks in the candy bowl.

“after dinner bubby.” y/n said adding the beef to the lasagna.

alora huffed and walked out the kitchen to play with her toys.

she looked at her papa who was busy on his computer, doing god knows what for work.

she whined knowing she wouldn’t get what she wanted because her mom isn’t the type to spoil her that much.

“papa, can you get me candy please?” she asked putting her chubby hands on his legs, looking up at him innocently.

“of course bubs.” he said, picking her up and setting her on the couch.

he walked into the kitchen opening the pantry and grabbing two packs of fruit snacks.

“thank you papa!” alora said standing up on the couch to grab them from his hand.

“your welcome my love.” he said bending down to give her a forehead kiss before getting back to work.

“dinner will be ready in about an hour- what the hell?” y/n stopped mid sentence.

“what happened?” jack asked looking at her confused.

“why are you eating candy after i told you to wait after dinner?” y/n asked crossing her arms.

alora immediately hid in her dad’s neck. she always did that when she knew she was in trouble.

“alora you are something else.” jack said with a laugh. you just rolled your eyes and sat next to him on the couch.

“your not in trouble bub, but when mommy says no you listen okay?” jack said to the four year old.

“i’m good baby, don’t let it happen again though.” y/n said running her fingers through alora’s curls.

“okay papa.” and she turned to her mom offering her a gummy but she declined.

building a new life and identity໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ ʚ🐇ɞ 🌸

building a new identity and life for urself is actually easier than it sounds. u only need to commit to the new identity.

who is the person that u want to be? how do they act? what is their education? that’s the first question to ask urself. i talked about a garden analogy in one of my previous posts but just in case u missed that i’ll remind u:

so basically imagine urself as a gardener and ur life is ur garden. it’s boundless. u can fill the garden with flowers 🌸 and plants, anything u desire really. think of ur desires as the flowers that u fill ur garden 🪴 with. the plants that u water the most or the pay the most attention to will grow beautifully. this is how manifestation is. 

so what i’ve been doing lately is keeping 2-3 affirmations on loop in my brain whenever i get a minute to. (kinda like when u put something on queue in ur mind) when im doing mindless activities or something. i’ll repeat the affirmations in my mind OR out loud. but i’ll only do this when i want to. (cuz nothing in manifestation should be forced) 

doing this, i kinda imagine my affirmations as watering my manifestations 🪷. now that we’ve established setting up ur garden, let’s FILL it. (this is the funnest part) i want u to write down who u desire to be as though u were already that person living that life. so you’d title ur page (who i am) 

my name is ___ i am ___ years old 

ur personality and character traits 

ur skills and talents 

ur appearance 

ur self concept and how life treats u 

ur education 

ur relationships

how long it takes u to get everything u want 

literally EVERYTHING. this is scripting. ur creating a script in which ur reality will follow. next we need to PRACTICE the script. 

how do we do that? being delulu, affirming, manifestation exercises, daydreaming, SATS, literally PRETENDING. fulfilling urself in ur imagination is u practicing the script. 

once the script is persisted in enough and we’ll practiced you’ll see it play out in ur life. congratulations, you’ve built a new life and identity for urself <3

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

he’s bewitched me… mind body and clitoris

When you that girl 💕✨