Girlboss

satoru being obsessed with your postpartum body— kissing your stretch marks, his big hands cupping your swollen breasts and tweaking your puffy peaks, cupping the plush fat of your ass and worshipping your new curves the baby gave you and he’s wondering why he didnt knock you up sooner. buys you the tightest, prettiest sundresses for you to wear when ya’ll go out and his hands dont leave your body ONCEE. he’s just all over you as your shopping, buying food, etc. you can’t be mad when he slaps your ass and fingers you in the passengers seat right? you just look too good. you having to scold him when his mouth is latched onto your mounds drinking your sweet nectar as you lazily ride his cock and milk him for filth. “save some for the baby- nng.” you whine. but when does he ever listen?

do ghosts think i act weird

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Thank you I would love to send in some Jack ideas and drabbles your work is great and I just love when ur here and read your fics 💗 your doing great thank you for you and your writing

go ahead and send someeee! 🫶🏼

part 2 soon come lol🫶🏽

001 ; 'love in the time of post-partum'

synopsis: the reader has pent-up stress and anxiety and takes it out on jack.

It was your first day back at your job ever since Alora was born and you were stressed out.

Jack insisted you stay home for a few more days. You knew he was only trying to make sure you were okay but it really set you off.

Postpartum depression had been kicking your ass and jack's constant nagging didn't make it better.

"Baby you really don't have to go back so early." He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

He kissed your neck softly and you shook out of his hold.

"Jack, I want to go back. You know I don't like to sit around and do nothing." You said sliding on your blazer.

"You know I'm just trying to help. I may not know what your going through right now but just know I'm always here for you." He said running his hands through his curls.

"Baby I'm fine." You said before giving him a kiss and walking out of your shared bedroom to wake your baby up.

"I don't know what to do steph! I know he's just trying to help but he's honestly just making things worse." You said frustratedly to your co-worker.

"I totally get you, when I had my son every little thing my husband did pissed me off." She said giggling softly at the end.

"But guess what? It's normal babe! It's just your body going through changes and he's trying to help you out." She said rubbing your back softly.

"But steph what if it doesn't get better? I feel like I'm falling out of love with him." You said tearing up out of pure guilt.

"Aww honey come here." She said pulling you into her chest.

"I feel like a bad wife and a bad mother." You said crying softly into her chest.

"It'll get better, my love I promise. You love that man and he loves you! After all the wild stories I've heard about the both of you I can guarantee you still love him. When this all blows over you'll be okay." She said, coaxing you through your tears.

"I love you so fucking much man." You said wiping your tears and giving her a proper hug.

"You look exhausted." Jack said when he saw you on the couch typing away at your computer.

"I have to get this done." You said tiredly rubbed your eyes.

"Mamas, I don't like the way your working yourself. If your tired take a break and try again tomorrow." He said sitting next to you on the couch.

You looked up at him tiredly with tears in your eyes. You hated feeling useless.

"That's easy for you to say jack. I'm not a celebrity! I don't have thousands of people ready to help me. Money doesn't just come out of my ass. I have a job to get done and your getting in the way!" Your sudden outburst surprised you.

Jack was stunned by what you said.

He knew you were going through it and he tried his best not to take it personally but there was only so much he could take.

I don't think I can do this anymore jack." You said putting legs up to your chest.

"You can't do what?" He said nervously, bouncing his leg up and down.

"Us babe." You said closing your computer and walking into your shared bedroom.

this was inspired by that on human resources episode !

002; 'my life would suck without you' sequel

synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better

The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.

Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.

A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.

"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.

You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.

"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.

"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.

"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.

"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.

"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.

"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.

"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.

"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.

"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.

“You gotta be a sick mf to want to be slutted out by Jack Harlow”

this would be rly funny actually but imagine jack having a hypersexual girlfriend like one day he just looks over at reader and her eyes are hooded over and he’s like fuck bc he doesn’t know if he has the stamina to keep up LMAO

This is a really fun idea LOL. Tbh I don’t think this is my best work.  This was sitting in my drafts for a hot minute as I kept re-working it. But idk, there is something missing. I’m going to post it anyway though since the idea itself is nice. I think some other Jack writers are going to have fun with this too :D

Nymph

Warnings: Fem!reader, hypersexual!reader, suggestive, past sexual experiences referenced, mild fluff, not smutty but kinda 18+

Somehow, this conversation was more awkward than the time Jack told his friends he didn’t like deep throat.  There were eight of them in the restaurant in total, everyone except for Druski was an official member of Jack’s collective, Private Garden. These were people Jack considered his brothers, including, his actual younger brother.  They knew almost everything about him and yet conversations like these still seemed to render them silent.  Druski opened his mouth to speak, blinking a few times, and then closed his mouth.  He tried one more time before laughing to himself, shaking his head.  “Damn, Jack got me speechless...”

They were all chilling in Sarpino’s Pizza in Atlanta, opting to eat inside to get a change of pace instead of ordering to the studio. The restaurant was typically a carry-out spot, but they had a high table that extended along the length of the back window. As frequent customers, they were allowed to pull the stools to create more of a curved shape so they could see each other and chat.  As a result, there were two half-circles composed of the members of Private Garden and friends.  One group was talking about a recent basketball game.  The other had been halted to silence as Jack awkwardly ignored his girlfriend’s phone call.   

If a guy was avoiding calls from his girlfriend, it was usually because he was cheating or ready to break up. While his friends would be disappointed in him, especially since they knew how well you two got along, they wouldn’t push into his business.  However, Jack’s explanation blew their mind. Jack was probably the only man in the world who felt a surge of panic when his girlfriend called because he knew she wanted to have sex. So much so, he refused to even answer her.

“Can you explain what the actual problem is?” Shloob asked, sipping on his drink. “Because I think I lost it.”

Jack was now the one at a loss for words.  A girl with a high sex drive seemed like a myth created and perpetuated by male fantasy.  But here you were, his own little nymphomaniac and he was too focused on the “maniac” portion. It wasn’t that the sex was bad, it was some of the best he had in his life.  It was the frequency. Three times a day minimum with several rounds during a single hookup was intense. You never needed a break either.  He was pretty sure that you ran on water, iced coffee, and big dick energy.

“Look, y’all know how I’m rocking.” Jack sighed. “I like to get my dick wet probably a little more than the next guy.  But damn. I am pretty sure I’m shooting blanks at this point. I’m surprised it’s even still getting up.”

That comment opened the flood gates of sarcastic responses. Jack could feel fury and envy radiating off of his friends who were a mix of newly single men and long term boyfriends.  In other words, all guys who were currently having the opposite problem. 

“Must be nice--”

“Congratulations--”

“I’m soooo happy for you.”

Jack rolled his eyes, putting up his hands in defense.  “No, you don’t understand.  She’s like a succubus or something.”

“I’m sorry...” Druski put up his hands to stop Jack right there. “...she’s a what?”

“A succubus.  They’re like sex demons.” Jack explained.

“Why do you know the word for that?” Druski asked. “That’s not a normal word to know.”

“These are the things I look up at 2am at night when the demon is asleep.  Do you understand me, brother?” Jack look genuinely distressed as he pressed a hand to his chest. “Don’t get me wrong.  Y/n has a grip on my heart, but if I have to choose between her and my dick falling off...”

Jack’s phone started buzzing.  This time it was a FaceTime call.  He groaned inwardly. The contact photo he had for you was a picture from your first date.  Jack had taken you on a picnic so you were wearing a floral sundress that covered your knees when you sat down.  He stared at the photo and finally realized why it looked so strange.  You had clothes on.

“Are you going to take that?” Urban asked after the group of men all stared at the phone in silence for a beat.

“Definitely not here...” Jack muttered.  

He motioned for them to move so he could scoot out of his chair, the legs squeaking on the tile. He slid his phone of the table begrudgingly and walked to the back of the pizza parlor where there was a bathroom for “customers only.” He slipped inside and shut the door.  He leaned against it, his body feeling heavy as he finally accepted the call.

“Are you avoiding me?” You asked, your face so close to the camera that he could only see your eyes and the top of your nose bridge.

“Yes...” Jack said in a deadpan voice.  He had to resist smiling.  You were so cute.

“Whyyyy?” Your voice was high pitched and sing-songy with a tinge of sadness.

He hated when you pulled that voice on him.  He was basically putty in your hands at that point.  He sighed and slipped his free hand in hair, running it through.

“Babe, you’re killing me here. I know you just want to f-ck. Can we just not do this back and forth tonight? I’m tapped out.”

You frowned, pulling your face away from the phone.  You were standing in a location that was familiar to Jack, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He could see you were wearing a black jacket with the collar turned up.

“W-Well, I don’t!” You argued.  “Want to have sex, that is. I just wanted to see what you were doing. Be a good girlfriend. That’s why I came to the studio. See?”

You extended your arm to allow your phone to pan around the background.  You raised it high to show you in the studio room with no one else around, the belongings of Private Garden scattered across the room. Jack started to feel bad for ignoring you, thinking about how you were probably outside when he had been avoiding your calls. He was grateful for which ever security guard took pity on you and let you in. He would be sure to thank them later.

“I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have assu--” Jack paused mid-sentence. “Y/n, what are you wearing?”

Your eyes widened slightly and you cleared your throat. You pulled the phone back to eye level quickly, realizing that you messed up.  It was too late. Jack noticed the light pink ruffle that was peeking through your jacket.  It was a piece of lingerie that you had bought recently.  You had modeled the item for him and even Jack had to admit it didn’t take much for him to indulge in the action of taking it off of you. For that reason, it was seared into his brain. He easily recognized it from a single glance.

“Uhm...I really just came to say hi.” You doubled down. “So, once you come and give me a hug, I’ll just head back to the apartment. No funny business.”

Jack paused, smiling a bit.  It was cute the way you avoided looking at the camera.  In fact, this whole thing was kind of cute.  Showing up to his workplace practically naked for a quickie?  There were worst things a girl could do.

“You lying?” Jack asked, a grin spreading on his lips.

“Yeah...” You responded finally meeting his eyes through the phone.

Jack recognized that hooded, lustful expression.  You were going to get what you wanted tonight.  Judging from the tent developing in his pants, he was going to be capable of giving it to you too.  

“Alright, Y/n.  I’m at Sarpino’s. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.  Do you want anything to eat--” You opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off. “And do not say my cock.” Jack warned, his dark blue eyes looking tired.

You gave a sheepish smile. “Then I’m good...”

He let out a loud sigh trying to hold back his smile. “Are you going to be a good girl until I get there? Or are you gonna keep blowing up my phone?”  

“I’ll be good.” You reassured him, nodding quickly.  “Just tell me how you want me, J, and I’ll do it.” 

Jack smirked at you.  For the first time that night, his eyes mirrored the lust in yours. “Come on, baby you know what I like. If you do well, I’ll reward you.”

You smiled, placing the phone down on a table.  He could see you balancing it on some items so he could see you on the couch.  You practically skipped over to it.  You climbed on, resting your knees on the cushions. You were on all fours and put your butt up in the air.

“Like this?” You asked.

Before Jack could respond, you turned on your back.  You extended your legs, revealing them to be bare, but your coat still covered most of you.  You held your calves, pulling them toward your body to put yourself in a self-induced mating press.

“Or this?” You asked again, your breath heavy from moving around.

“Or maybe...”

Jack laughed, “Baby!” His voice was rich and happy.  It made your heart swell, stopping you mid-motion. “I’m hanging up. Surprise me.  And try not to scare anybody who maybe passing by.  We do want to rent from there again, don’t we?”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded, obediently.

Jack ended the call on that note, knowing how much longer you could keep going once you pulled out the “sir.” He took a deep breath, did a once over of himself in the mirror and braced himself for the commentary as he walked out of the bathroom.

Jack would have loved to walk past all his friends without saying a word.  However, he could feel their eyes glued to him.  Even the second group who hadn’t be in on the conversation seemed to have been clued in now. He focused on the window the table was pressed against as he spoke, “So, uh, Y/n’s at the studio.  I’m going to make sure she gets home okay.”

The barrage of comments came once again.  It felt like the words barely lingered in the air before they were coming at him.

“Riiiight...”

“Come on, man!”

“I left my hoodie on the couch, can you at least fold it?”

Jack leaned his head back, opening his arms wide and signaling for them to keep it coming, a sh-t eating grin on his face. Of course, this action caused them to all start booing him This was his punishment.  In about ten minutes, he was going to receive his reward.  He wasn’t kidding before.  He was burnt out.  Some days he just wanted to cuddle or watch a movie without getting pounced on.  He would definitely have to sit down and talk to you about cooling down on the sexy time.  But, he guessed that conversation could wait until after he railed you on that couch.

imagine making out with katsuki in a hot tub, under the stars, stoned to the bone 🥰 maybe smoking another one and eating fruits and snacks

blown out (5.5k)

bakugou katsuki x f!reader

what’s better than a spliff in a hot tub with your girlfriend?

cw: minors dni (18+), afab reader, they smoke weed, fingering, pussy eating, unprotected sex, katsu calls her pussy his lol, slaps her ass, lots of pet names, dirty talk, in a hot tub, spits on ur pussy lol

a/n: yes today i finally finished the beloved hot tub fic !! this imagery is too powerful for me to comprehend let alone write like anon you just handed me all this and let my imagination run wild. i hope whoever reads this enjoys this like i did writing it :)

“why are you wearing that?”

he hears your voice behind him before he sees you. currently, bakugou was in his matching navy pyjamas, a gift you got him for christmas which he wears almost weekly ever since. the digital clock beside him flashes a neon green 1:00AM so he was unsure as to why you were asking him this.

“hah? because it’s—,” he starts, words dying on his tongue when he turns around to see your pretty figure. pretty is an understatement for what you are. even ignoring the ugly crocs you have on your feet, you donned the tiniest bikini he’s ever seen and he’s definitely never seen on you before. it was so tiny that if you moved too fast your nipple would fall out and he already knew from how thin the strings are on your hips, your ass cheeks were most likely out too. you still made sure to decorate yourself with gold; to your ears, waist, neck, wrists, fingers and even your ankle had dainty charms circling it. you sounded like music when you moved, all your jewellery clinking against each other lightly and bakugou couldn’t look away. he didn’t want to.

“actually, why the fuck are you wearin’ that?”

“i said i wanted to go in the hot tub. i’ve set it all up already.”

you must have mistaken his blank stare for something else, his eyes staring at your thighs as some type of disinterest because you started babbling, walking over to him on the edge of his bed, “please ‘ki! it will be fun, i even rolled a spliff and got some fresh fruit.”

you didn’t need to tempt him with these other things because you are already the temptation. so, with a roll of his eyes, he grabs his black swimming shorts from his drawer slowly, full of nonchalance and a shrug as if he has to. but as soon as you left the room, mumbling about checking the tub’s on the right setting, he whips his pjs off and pulled the shorts on with a speed like no other.

now you’re sitting, perched on bakugou’s lap as he sits on the built-in hot tub seats. bubbles rested just under your breasts, and as he slouched, you were just about eye level with him. his eyes almost fluttering closed with the water pressure along the muscles of his back. it felt like it was massaging you, hugging you. the hot tub alone makes you wanna moan.

your boyfriend on the other hand still hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he found you waiting for him. you’re all too familiar with this look, the dilated pupils, ruby eyes half-lidded and his mouth gaped open just a little. he follows your every movement like a tracker, hands glued to your thighs, your waist and he even tried to shift you forward so you could sit riiiiight on top of him comfortably, but you keep poking the tip of his nose. “not yet baby,” you giggle and katsuki feels lighter, “lemme just light this one first.”

katsuki pulls away from you with a huff, mumbling a little “hurry up” which makes a laugh erupt from you at his impatience. when you get up to reach for the lighter and spliff you left behind him, lifting your ass up slightly, your tits get smushed in his face and you can feel his teeth sink into your flesh. tilting his head up a little, he smirks. “ouch! don’t bite me, dummy,” you whine, perching back down on his lap, one hand flying to the flesh of your breast and the other holding the packed spliff and silver lighter. when you pull your hand away, there’s a bite mark left in its place and katsuki’s shorts tighten. he pecks the mark, even leaning in to nip it again which makes you slap his cheek softly, “you’re the dummy sittin’ in front of me like that and not expecting me to do shit.”

then he leans back against the side of the tub rim, a cocky grin permanently pressed into his cheeks. you take this as your chance to admire him. and what a sight the man is. the way his arms stretch across the tub, prettily scarred and oh so large. one tattooed bicep is the size of your head and you have to repeat to yourself he looks like this so he can save lives, not for the sole purpose of making your pussy wet but well, it can do two things at once, right? then down to his perfectly, greek god defined chest, plump pectorals and little brown nipples that were so sensitive when you got your hands on them. the steam from the tub, cast a glossy sheen over him. his golden skin glistens in front of you and he is absolutely delectable. let’s light this damn thing so we can get started.

“whatever katsuki, just don’t splash me, i don’t want soggy weed,” and he only rolls his eyes at you, tilting his head to lean on his shoulder as he watches you put the paper between your lips and hold a lighter to the opposite end.

“i’ll just spark it again with my quirk baby, don’t be moanin’ at me,” he even punctuates his sentence by facing his palm on the side of the tub upwards, orange flickers springing from the skin. you dart your eyes to his party trick back to his face, sharp jaw and strong brow bone. he’s gonna be the death of you.

you don’t even try to respond to him, just giving him a little glare with the spliff between your pink lips. two sparks of the lighter and the flame is burning the end of the drug. the light illuminates your face like you’re about to tell a scary story, your eyes focused on brushing the flame against the end. as soon as a burning red holds, you’re throwing the lighter somewhere behind him and inhaling. you pinch it between two manicured fingers, your eyes fluttering shut. the first relaxing sensation washes over your body like waves.

“feel good, princess?” he asks, calm and rumbling.

you nod before releasing it all over katsuki’s face. the grey smoke causing him to blink and lazily smirk at you.

“you’re sexy even when you’re trying to bother me.”

one strong pull from you already has your eyes trying to close, blinking at the man before you lethargically. you gesture it towards him which he takes after brushing his hand over a towel.

“shush, nothing about this situation is bothering you. you’ve got me in your lap in a hot tub. even some fresh fruit behind you. you like it even more than me.” you lean into him at the last sentence, brushing your lips against his before leaning back again.

katsuki replaces your lips with the drug with a suave nature you only wish you possessed. he rolls in his lips to hold it between them, mumbling to you, “yeah you’re fuckin’ right baby. love you sittin’ on me, lookin’ like a dream.” he flicks his eyes over you, cheeks twitching to grin at you again with ruby irises lingering a little longer on your breasts. you hit his chest when you notice, causing him to breathe out a chuckle and placing the spliff in the centre of his lips. this has you fixated on the plump pink skin, mindlessly shuffling closer to him, breasts brushing against his pecs. you place your hands on the muscles in his shoulders, squeezing lightly and pressing a soft kiss to your name tattooed just under his collarbone.

katsuki inhales, gritting his teeth at you so you can see the smoke swim between the white. then he leans his head up to the starry sky to exhale, grey puffs of smoke merging with the steam of the tub. you stare as he does so, admiring the length of his thick neck and his chest expanding when the leftover smoke leaves his lungs. you’re sure your pupils are hearts right now, only the sound of the bubbling tub surrounding you as your hands slide up to the side of his neck. with one push forward, you can meet his lips for a kiss.

the kiss is smoky, both your breaths are the same as they intertwine. bakugou refuses to let you take control, pushing you to him with a hand on your lower back as he licks at your lips, your tongue and then begins to suck you’re acting like you’re overstimulated already, grinding down onto his lap and wobbly moans trying to escape your throat. when you finally part, you wipe yours and his face at the spit connecting you both, your chest heaving from being so easily overwhelmed.

katsuki knows how you get with a little puff and mixed with the steam from the tub, you’re almost like jelly for him. honestly, you both look just as bad as each other, heavy breaths as you stare into each other’s eyes like you’re lost. bakugou tries to use it against you first though. “what? why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” he gives you a slanted grin, one dark blonde eyebrow raising, “want somethin’ from me, pretty girl?” he slides his hand to grope one ass cheek.

“yeah, i want it back, it’s my turn now,” your arm reaches up to grab the spliff from his fingers, but katsuki’s quicker, stretching his arm and holding your waist to him so you can’t move.

“patience, baby, patience. i’ll give it to ya,” you relax, a pout on your lips as you watch him inhale again, the red glowing end of the spliff matching his pretty ruby eyes. then he brings his wet hand to your jaw and your mouth reflexively opens to shotgun. katsuki blows the smoke into your mouth, your lips brushing his before yanking you completely into him in another kiss.

it’s as if—no, you were, breathing in him completely, exchanging breaths like you needed each other to survive. you both tasted the same too, the woody taste of the drug on each other’s tongues and you couldn’t get enough.

you pull away briefly to whisper, “who’s impatient now?”

katsuki grunts, reacting by thrusting up into you making you gasp and water splash around you. the thin material of your bottoms does nothing to prevent the friction against your clit. he pushes you forward so you sit right on his cock, hand on your waist so you’re stuck down. “shut up. still you.” he mutters, staring at your lips before he eats his own words. swiping his tongue along your bottom and joining you in another kiss. the kiss is messy, spit everywhere as you twirl your tongues together and your touches become rough. grinding down on him and if it wasn’t for the fact your hands were in his hair, gripping and pulling, you would have yanked his shorts down to see him slap against his chest.

katsuki pulls away with a boyish smile, the whites of his eyes tinted red, “so needy baby”, but he meets your grinds, helping by moving your hips with one hand, your clit brushing against his hard cock repeatedly. the clear show of his strength to move your body with a single hand makes you let out an accidental whine, and katsuki pecks your lips.

“you’re my pretty girl yeah? tell me you are.” he breathes, the steam creating a sweat like steam over your bodies and you swear you’ve never been more turned on in your life.

he flicks the burnt bits of the spliff behind him, then gestures it over to you. when you move to take it, he pulls back, only letting you if you tell him.

“i’m your pretty girl, katsu.”

“and you’re mine.

“and i’m yours.”

after a few more pulls between you both, grinding and pecks here and there, you were both completely gone.

katsuki’s tongue becomes loose, saying everything that comes to mind while you couldn’t stop giggling and popping the fresh fruit you prepared earlier in your mouth. everything felt fuzzy between you both, all your emotions heightened to a hundred. the heat from the tub made your skin look so shiny and you feel so soft. katsuki couldn’t help but comment on it.

brushing his nose against your neck, feeling your cheeks munching a strawberry, katsuki is muttering, “you look you’re glazed baby. glazed.”

“glazed? like icing?”

“yeah baby.” then he pulls away from your neck to hug you to him and surprise surprise, stuff his head in your chest.

“katsukiiiii,” you whine and it doesn’t help when you lean into him again to grab a piece of mango. “you’re so clingy when you’re high.”

“hey. i’m like this all the time. ‘m showin’ i love you,” he pouts as you lift his big head off you and stuffs a piece of mango in his mouth. he chews like an angry baby, juice accidentally spilling from the corner of his mouth to which you, without any thought process, lick off his mouth and chin.

“mhm. i like that. lick me again baby,” he slurs, blinking with heavy eyelids and you nod staring at his neck with vampiric like urges. he does look so very delicious.

you lick a stripe up the slide of his neck, a low groan rumbling from katsuki and you feel your lower stomach flip. you begin to peck kisses along the skin, before deciding to turn them into hickies. a process of nipping, kissing and licking, only unfinished sentences leaving katsuki’s lips. his hands squeezed any bit of you he could get his hands on, stretching his neck so you had more space, “you taste s’good ‘suki, so sweet.” you pull away, admiring the purplish blooms on the skin. he doesn’t seem to register what you say completely, his mind completely lost in the clouds as he stares at you, his mouth gaped open a little.

“baby, d’you think you can sort out a problem f’me?” he asks, his voice even deeper than usual, similar to when he just wakes up. though his words slightly lisp together, so cutely that you couldn’t help but peck his lips, “i feel like i’ll come if you fuckin’ touch me once.” he says it with no embarrassment though, head tilted to keep his focus on you.

your hand flies to your mouth to cover a giggle though he immediately moves your palm away, kissing it lightly, “y’ur so beautiful. such a pretty little thing. do i tell you enough, princess?”

you nod softly, taking your fingers through his blonde locks that limply lay across his forehead from the steam. you brush it back so his forehead is revealed and you smooch the spot, “mhm you do. i wouldn’t mind if you do more though.”

“d’you mind if i do while i play with your pussy? i know it’s soaked in there.”

everything about the way he says that is cute. head tilted, his lips swollen from your kisses and his pupils rimmed red. everything is cute but the graphic words that leave his mouth that instantly make a rush of heat flood through you down to your toes. there hasn’t even been a second from when he asked and he’s already talking.

“baby. my princess you gotta let me. wanna taste you too, been a while since i last felt you on my tongue.” the blonde is ready to beg, would probably get on his knees if you wanted. the last time he ate you out was only a couple of days ago but you know for him that's basically a lifetime.

you nod, your teeth coming down on your lip slowly before letting it go. katsuki eyes the motion. “how do you want me?”

it slipped his mind. the logistics to eating one out in a hot tub. he doesn’t want your knees sore on the ground neither possibly drowning while he’s busy in your pussy so he just kinda gapes at you for a second, impatience hovering in his eyes as he tries to think of how he can have you.

you giggle at his furrowed brows, slapping his cheek lightly so he focuses back on you. you get up from his lap to crawl to the other side of the tub. “c’mon gorgeous, i know you got a brain in there, let’s get moving.” and you make a come hither motion at his body still on the other side. he hates how he still flushes a rosy red at your pet name for him. you called him gorgeous one day and it just stuck to him like that’s what he is by definition. he’s a fan of it.

“‘m comin’,” he mumbles, crawling over to you and like it’s a given his hands crawl up your thighs and your waist and when he stops in front of you.

“i’m gonna lean on here and just link your arms around my—,” and you squeal as katsuki does just that. the unexpected motion has water splashing out the tub and the cold air hitting your stomach. he’s seated before you, arms on your back to lift your lower body out of the water. your head sat comfortably on the edge of the tub and katsuki is now evilly frowning at your pussy directly in front of your face, covered by your bikini bottoms.

“i know what ‘m doin’. take these off for me,” he says in a deep authoritative tone, one you wouldn’t rebel against. your arms slide to your hips to pull the fabric off and katsuki admires the fat of your ass first before your shiny pussy gets revealed to his greedy eyes. just as you throw your bottoms somewhere behind him, he’s already balancing you with one arm so he can use his hand to pry you apart.

“oh fuck baby, you’re already leakin’ out your hole,” and he’s so graphic. you wanna curse him for his crass language but a moan erupts from your throat as he rubs two fingers just outside your hole and a string of white follows when he pulls away. you don’t have it in you to be embarrassed. the way his scarlet pupils are blown out, even more than they were before, fixated on your pussy, you know he’s loving this even more than you. he licks his fingers clean and you start to whine.

“‘ki, gorgeous, touch me please.”

your boyfriend grunts at you like you’re interrupting his alone time with your pussy. he pinches your nipple with his spit slicked fingers and you even moan at that, the rumble of your body making the tub water ripple. “why are you so needy for? let me do what i want with my pussy.”

though he can’t make you wait long because he’s impatient himself. he firstly stuffs his nose between your legs and inhales like it’s lifesaving and he’s on the edge. another drug for him. the sweet scent of you makes him feel drunk and loopy, his member throbbing hard in his shorts. you watch as his eyes roll back and you can feel the sniffs from his nose tickling you slightly. as your fingers come to rake through his hair, he’s giving a longing sigh like he’s so devastatingly impressed. “always so good for me baby. nothin’ better than you.”

and then he sticks his pink tongue out to give you the first lick. he lays his tongue flat to lick from your asshole to your clit and you’re whining at every nerve. everything inside you feels heightened. bursts of serotonin and dopamine coursing through your veins like lighting and this weren’t even you coming.

“oh ka—,” and katsuki starts his rhythm. he’s lapping you up like a dog, licking the entrance of your hole and cleaning up anything you’ve left behind. he’s so intentionally messy with it, sucking at your lips and labia, the smack of his lips when he lets go, sounding in the air. he then moves on to play with your clit, flicking his tongue under the hood and nudging your nub back and forth. you’re withering around in his arms, squealing and moaning like you’re on overdrive, tugging katsuki’s hair pretending as you want him off you though your legs are practically a necklace around his neck telling a different story.

he pinches your ass and pulls away, “stay still.” he sends you a glare, his ruby eyes piercing through you but you don’t have enough room inside you to feel the threat, especially as he conjures a glob of spit and puckers his lips to drop it right on your pussy. the sight was too much, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back on the side of the tub. “be good for me angel.” he mumbles though his words are directed to your swollen nub as he rubs slow circles with his thumb, his spit merging with your liquids.

“mhm mhmf,” is all you can utter as he puts his mouth back on you, noisier than he’s ever been before, even louder than the jets of the tub. he’s sucking and licking every piece of you that he can like a man starved, even managing to work with your unruly hips that can’t stop moving to follow after his tongue. and it feels like you’ve been dropped into another realm, stuck in between earth and whatever this is. the only thing you can feel right now is pleasure, everywhere. the feeling of his stubble is rough against your thighs contrasting against the plush pad of his tongue. you can even feel him moan against you and every time he does you jut your hips up, making him pinch your side to settle down.

you were just about to speak up when katsuki pulls away from you only a few inches, the bottom half of his face; lips, chin and cheeks all covered in your slick. his eyes are dazed like he just took another pull of a spliff while he was licking around you. he doesn’t leave you unattended for long, sliding two of his thick fingers inside you and feeling your soft padded walls suck him up.

you can’t help the tears sliding down your cheek, merging with the steam from the tub, “gorgeous,” you whine.

he flicks his eyes up to you and he smirks at how you’re so overwhelmed just from a few swipes at your pussy. “yes, my baby?” his eyes are just about open at this point, biting on his bottom lip to savour what’s left of you he’s got on his face.

“can i hava—,” you inhale sharply when he presses against your squishy spot, your back arching right after. “—kiss, kiss me please.”

“‘course i can. anythin’ for you,” and he gathers your body in his arms to sit back on his lap, dunking your lower body back in the water with his fingers still curling inside your pussy.

now this isn’t high, drunk off you katsuki talking, well partly, but he loves watching you like this. falling apart completely because of him. he knows exactly how you’re feeling, tear stricken cheeks and the cutest pout. even how your toes clench under the water and your thighs shift when he begins to scissor inside you.

you’re back to straddling him, legs open across his lap with your arms over his shoulders. “kiss me?”

he responds with lots of little pecks on your lips, and he’s so close that you can smell yourself on his face, it even gets on you when he kisses you. before he slides his tongue inside your mouth, “can i take this off you?“ he asks, hand tugging at your bikini top and you nod against him. your hips are rolling uncontrollably in his lap to meet his fingers thrusts, and you swear it all feels much slower underwater, more tortuous as you feel your body begin to beg for a release.

katsuki, ever the multitasker, tugs your bikini off and immediately groans when your nipples rub against his chest. “oh fuck baby,” he groans on your lips, “you gonna let me—.”

“yes, yes quickly!”

faster than earlier when he first saw you in your bikini, katsuki lifts you with a single hand on your ass to yank off his shorts. “why did we even fuckin’ wear clothes? we knew this was the plan.”

with his hard cock in one hand, he manoeuvres your waist to let you sit down on him. “the sight of a titty gets you moaning, we probably wouldn’t have even got to smoke.” you retort, your hand finding his on his cock and rubbing his mushroomed head against your clit.

“oh god,” you fling your head back and katsuki pecks between your breasts.

“my name’s katsuki,” he grunts, his breaths ragged as he tries not to moan with just the feeling of your pussy lips and your tiny hand on him, “not my fault i love your tits. i love everything that’s mine.”

and you punctuate his sentence by sliding down slowly on his cock. you feel the pulsing veins of his member against your walls and you know your heartbeat feels the same. you suck him in and practically cradle his cock in you. “holy fuckin’ shit, baby.” the blonde growls, swiping a hand through his hair so his forehead is so prettily free and starts a pace with his hips. your hands find the side of his head at the sight of him, your thumbs rubbing against the rosy apples of his cheeks.

he rubs your clit as the slapping sound of your ass and his thighs fill the air and katsuki only joins in more by slapping your ass cheek. you clench around him and he lets out the most pornographic moan. hot-tub water splashes all around you both, litres spilling out the tub that by the time you’re finished there might not be any left.

“m gonna come, ‘m gonna—,” you start but you never finish your sentence, your hips moving even faster, grinding down on katsuki as his cock head keeps knocking against your cervix paired with his thumb clockwise on your clit. he pecks kisses up your neck messily, “go on angel, do it for me.”

you’re sweaty from all the movement, the hot tub steam too as you dig your nails into his shoulders, back arching as sparks of white flood your vision. your body is jolting as you reach your peak, mouth agape with a single high pitched moan bubbling from you.

you’re boneless now, leaning on his chest as his hand leaves your clit to rest on your back. “gonna make you come now,” you whisper to katsuki, and you can feel his stiff cock inside you twitch.

he rubs his nose against your temple, “‘m so fuckin’ hard baby.” he grumbles and he lifts you by the hips to lay you on the ceramic surrounding the hot tub.

he stands up before you, leg cocked on the seat in the tub and your pussy gushes at the sight of him. droplets are falling from every muscle and crevice on his body, the steam rising from behind him makes him look like he’s on some type of erotic movie poster and his eyes stare you down like you’re prey. and most importantly his thick cock stands, resting in front of his belly button, shiny from your juices and leaking the whitest precome you’ve seen. you can tell his cock hurts, his base a brown while his head is a shiny beaming red.

katsuki’s hands slap at your hips, gripping them to yank you forward so your pussy is just at the edge of the tub, another jolt forward and his cock is in you. “think you can go again? huh? speak up, pretty.”

you nod like there’s no other answer. it hasn’t been long since your last orgasm but you’re raging to go again just by the sight of him towering over at you. he grins boyishly at your nod and blown out, half-lidded eyes, his teeth sharp and his eyes raking over you. “wanna feel you come in me, gorgeous.” you purr breathlessly.

katsuki yanks at his cock a few times, his tongue swiping across his teeth before hissing at his own touch. he moans deeply as you spread your legs for him slow and seductively, your pussy out for him to devour. you rest upon your forearms so you can see when he puts his cock in you. “so fuckin’ pretty, fuck.” he mutters, pressing his cock head against your hole and with your centre already lubricated with your juices, he thrusts in.

you both moan in unison, skin slapping in the air and sweat beading on katsuki’s forehead, “i know you can come for me again, pretty.” he flicks his eyes up to you, his red pupils as dark as blood and a squeak flutters from your lips as he presses at your spot inside you again. “yes, yes i can, i will,” you babble back, eyes fluttering shut and back arching at every touch.

“your pussy is fuckin’ heaven. made for me, fuckin’-,” and you know katsuki’s been putting off coming for a while now, honestly, he was probably hard from when he first got into the tub. you feel his palms squeeze at your waist, as he thrusts into you, his telltale sign he’s about to come.

“‘ki baby, come, i think i’m gonna,” and you clench around him, this orgasm nothing like the last one. your leg resting on katsuki’s shoulder straightens and your back arches like you just got the wind knocked out of you. this one feels like the wave that washed over you was triple the size as before. katsuki feels it all too, a rumble from his gut before he freezes to paint your walls white. you open your eyes in time to see your lover, now leaning over you, his eyes squeezed shut to come back to earth. you notice his hand mindlessly scrambling to find yours to hold like he usually loves when he comes. just as you slide your fingers into his palm, he clenches your hand as “fuckin’ hell—,” falls from his lips and another spurt of cum shoots out of him. it causes him to thrust sharply into you with an “mhpf” and you whine from the over sensitivity.

“sorry pretty,” he whispers, truly exhausted and the tiredness from the weed sitting in his veins. you know he wants to fall on top of you like he usually does when his knees give way but this time he drops back into the tub, not before picking you up and sitting you on him sideways in a hug.

“not back in the tub, ‘ki. we’re all dirty.” you complain, circling your arms around his shoulders and hugging his head to you.

“what? so it wasn’t dirty when you came the first time? and it’s warm in here, shush.”

you were too tired to argue with the first point but you could agree with the last. the jets soothing over your skin, and your boyfriends embrace around you, you felt like you could fall asleep here.

“hey, don’t fall asleep on me yet. we still needa shower,” katsuki whispers tenderly and pecks your forehead.

you groan at the same time he softly chuckles, “carry me then?” you give him a toothy smile and droopy eyes. he playfully rolls his eyes, squeezing at your thigh.

“how could i say no t’you, huh? trick question, that is,” he tuts, sliding his arm under your knees and one on your back to pick you up bridal style.

“it’s ‘cause you love me, isn’t it?”

katsuki rises to stand and step out of the tub, switching it off soon after. the bubbles slow to a halt and he looks down at your lethargic smile, glossy eyes and swollen lips. if there was a word to explain the feeling of more than love, he’d use it right now and every time after.

your fingers rake through the blonde hair on his nape as your eyes waft over him and he warms at how he can feel your love for him through your eyes, looking over his face to make sure he’s okay.

“yeah. love you a bit too much i think,” he grumbles but you know that’s just the same as a confession from katsuki.

he slides open the doors from outside into his apartment, “gorgeous! you’re gonna get everything wet!”

he must be tired from the weed and sex as all he can do is shrug, “i’ll sort it out tomorrow. couldn’t give a fuck right now.” he yawns, walking into his bathroom to land you on your feet in his shower.

you giggle as he pouts, getting in with you to turn it on, “stop laughin’ at me. ‘m tired.”

you kiss his shoulder as the overhead shower flicks on, “okay okay, let’s be quick and we can go to bed.”

I love your writing! Just one thing about the most recent concept: breast milk doesn’t have a spoiled milk taste. It’s sweet! Taste like a heavily sweetened almond milk. Babies would not drink it otherwise lol.

Can last at room temperature (77°F or colder) for up to 4 hours. In the refrigerator for up to 4 days. In the freezer for about 6 months is best; up to 12 months is acceptable.

thank you for educating me on this! before I wrote it i looked up how it would taste and the answers i got were similar to what you said.

BEDRIDDEN, S. GETOU

| INCLUDES, fem!reader x suguru getou, morning sex, unprotected sex, cream pies, light nipple play, light dirty talk, established relationship, he slaps your ass, a bit of cervix fucking | WORD COUNT, 4.8k | SYNOPSIS, Suguru does his best to convince you to stay in bed with him. It works. | AUTHOR’S NOTE, thank you to my sweet beta reader/editor @jazzyangel242!! | MINORS DONT INTERACT

He wakes up to the sound of music that’s as quiet as a whisper—so quiet that he assumes it’s just in his head. Thin rays of sunlight peek through the blinds of your shared bedroom and he shifts mindlessly so it no longer hits his face. He’s laid on his bare stomach, an arm underneath his pillow, the other beside his head, and long, raven hair sprawled behind him. Though, some loose strands tickle his cheeks and cover his eyes. 

With blurred vision, he lazily searches for you on your designated side of the bed and mumbles your name in his groggy, sleep ridden voice. 

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