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⭒ ── 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑫﹕bloodhounds ⟢ hong woo-jin !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⟡ no one understood how someone like you who was so levelheaded could date someone so hardheaded that he couldn’t even accept someone’s inventions to lunch.

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐖 𝐀’ 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄. x f! reader — no description of reader. levelheaded! reader. soft for reader! woo-jin. established relationship between reader and woo-jin. swearing. lowercase on purpose. ╰─ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄. five hundred or less.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . new layout because i deserve it for now long i held up with the last one (if you’re looking for my links they will be at the bottom). also new man and he’s literally the sweetest <333

after the fight against geon-woo, woo-jin was not only hung up on the money he could’ve won- to get rib eye or maybe even a nicer apartment- but also the fact that, that asshole had embarrassed him in front of his girlfriend. you didn’t seem to care too much about his failure though, you would only praise him for even making it past the first round. “you did so well!” you smiled at your boyfriend, arm wrapped around his waist. arm slung around your shoulder, woo-jin could only share you a glance and shake his head, smile creeping on his face as the two of you left the locker room.

“you’re basically payed to say that,” he says, trying his best not to smile hard at your comment but he couldn’t help and grin a little. before you could praise him a bit more without boosting his ego to the max, you see someone looking at the two of you as he sat on the bench and he quickly stands once you and him make eye contact. woo-jin notices how you’ve stopped and follows your eyes to geon-woo who pulls down his mask.

“what? huh?” woo-jin is quick to be defensive. you pull away from him, very tempted to hit him on his ribs for being so rude but you remember how hard geon-woo had punch him in his rib cage so you don’t. even after his rude behavior, geon-woo smiles at the two of you. “wanna get a bite?” he asks, sweetly. woo-jin scoffs. “why don’t you ask those other assholes you KO’d to eat with you?” he groans.

“woo-jin,” you warned, making him look at you and practically frown. “what? this fucking guy showed me up in front of you!” he said, damn near pouting, you could hear it. you only sighed and shook your head. “no one could show you up in front of me but you, my love. now, be nice,” you smiled, eyeing begging him to act like he has some kind of respect. as you turn your attention geon-woo, he’s lightly chuckling at the nickname you’d used for woo-jin. woo-jin is quick to turn around, face flushed. “what you laughing at!?”

geon-woo shakes his head, still chuckling under his smile. “sorry, about him,” you grin, happily to make the situation less tense. “he’s so stubborn sometimes,” you start before walking up to geon-woo. the two of you join hands and bow as you say your name and he says his. “he’d love to have dinner,” you grin, once standing, hands separated.

woo-jin eyes go slightly wider at you taking his offer, before his eyes settle back to normal with a groan and a roll of his eyes. “will you be coming along?” geon-woo lightly smiles as he asks, making your boyfriend quickly walk over and point a finger at him. “stop flirting with my girlfriend,” he says making you roll your eyes. geon-woo says nothing and you can tell he’s confused. he’s just really sweet. you wished your boyfriend understood that.

woo-jin leans in unexpectedly, with squinted eyes. “hear me?” he asks, finger still pointed at geon-woo. “yes,” he says, with a small grin and an apologetic bow. woo-jin nods to himself with a grin as he puts down his finger. “sorry, again for him. i’d love to come, if i’m not intruding,” you say and geon-woo is quick to shake his head. “you’re very much welcome,” he smiles.

you smile as woo-jin sighs.

xxx

“i’ll go get the meat,” geon-woo says once you enter the buffet place. before he could walk off you speak up. “no. no, i got it. i mean you’re paying after all.” you stop him and he shakes his head. he definitely didn’t talk much.“it’s the least i can do,” you smile, trying to persuade him. “come on, show-off. i’m starving. let her before she starts fighting you for it,” woo-jin comments. geon-woo is surprised by his comment. “you’re a boxer?” he asks, and you shake your head with a chuckle. “no, but i do pitch ears really good,” you says making geon-woo fold with a small smile and a nods towards you.

“okay. i’ll go get the meat. make sure the grills hot,” you grin, and head over to the raw meat. the boys find a table while they wait patiently for you. as woo-jin sits there, he thinks about he should do you a favor and make friends with geon-woo, especially because of the way you’ve taken a liking towards him. so he bottles up his jealousy and speaks. “so… how long have you been boxing?” woo-jin starts, eyes lingering on geon-woo in front of him. “about three years ago, you?” he replies, sharing a glance to woo-jin, as he turns on the grill.

“couple of years… this was my first competition with her cheering me on,” he starts, eyes looking over at you who’s mindlessly picking meat. “and just for you to show me up, show-off,” he groaned, now looking over at geon-woo. geon-woo looks at him, after eyeing the grill for so long. “i consider myself humble,” he says making woo-jin flare. “she doesn’t seem to care about it too much,” geon-woo says sharing a glance to you quickly.

“yeah. she’s never really cared about me winning,” woo-jin comments and with a nod, eyes giving the table a look. “nice,” geon-woo says. woo-jin looks up from the table and squints at him. “why? think she too good for me?” he stumbles, eyeing geon-woo for an answer. he’s quick to shake his head. “you just don’t seem like the type to date someone so nice,” he shrugs. woo-jin nods as if he’s satisfied with his answer. “i hear that a lot by like old grandma and grandpas,” he grin with short chuckle. geon-woo mimics him.

“from enemies to lovers,” you tease, placing the plate of pork on the table before taking your seat beside woo-jin. both of them left out a light chuckle and smile at you. “is it hot?” you ask, glancing to the stove between the boys. geon-woo nods and holds his hands out for the plate of meat. “she’s a professional, bro. let her handle it,” woo-jin says, using the arm that wasn’t on the back of your chair to touch his heart with his hand. “really?” geon-woo asks you.

you nod, before cutting a piece of the meat with scissors and placing it between chopsticks. “i use to work here when i was a teen,” you smile, rubbing the small slab of meat on the grill and watch as it sizzle. “me too after my family lost everything,” geon-woo says, making you give him a apologetic nod. woo-jin only gives him a short one. you place the strips of meat on the grill and sit down the tongs.

the three of you talk some more about family and training while the pork cooked. “hey, learn to respect your elders,” woo-jin points at geon-woo who only nods, eye practically stuck to the table. woo-jin and geon-woo had just learned of their age difference, and geon-woo was apologetic for his manners before. “understood?” woo-jin asks and geon-woo nods with a “yes, sir.” you shake your head. “stop that,” you start glaring at your boyfriend. “it’s fine, geon-woo, really,” you smile at him and he raises his head.

“it should be done, yeah? flip it,” woo-jin urges, eyeing the meat and you. “we’re the professionals,” you and geon-woo say unison. you and geon-woo laugh as woo-jin shares a disappointing glance between the two of you. “you’re a bunch of show-offs too!” woo-jin says, frowning.

︒ ☆ ꓸﾟ ( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⟡ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 ) ♱｡ ⟢ ⦁ ꓸ

this is so bad. i think i have writers block… i might come out with some dating headcanons for the both of them as well.

𓏲 ☆  2023 starpdfs !!

when cat does leg thing

A ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏғ Dʏɴᴀᴍʏ - part 15

He works hard for the money. 💸

When you see a meme and feel the urge to turn it into Dynamy.

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who tears through the city streets on his expensive motorcycle, always insists on taking you for rides that make your heart race. He revs the engine, smirking, "Hold on tight, you wouldn't want to fall off and slow me down, loser."

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who has a penchant for leather jackets. Whenever he catches a glimpse of you strutting around in those leather pants and jacket, showcasing every curve, his brain practically short-circuits. His cock down there, twitching like he's got a mind of its own, and he's doing mental gymnastics to resist the impulse to sweep you off your feet right then and there to fuck your always-tight pussy senseless.

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who takes pride in his rebellious nature.

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who views the world with a mix of arrogance and determination.

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, has you wrapped around his finger. You find yourself hooked on your man - his deep voice, that strong touch sending shivers down your spine, the heat radiating from his body, and the icy stare of his crimson eyes. He's your personal addiction, a drug you crave every single day, or else your whole system goes haywire. And let's not even start on the days he struts around in his biker gear, rocking those heavy boots like he owns the damn universe — now that is a fix you can't resist, feeling yourself getting wet at the sight itself.

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who whisks you away for midnight rides through the city when sleep is just a distant thought. Because sometimes, words are overrated, and you both crave the electric silence where it's just about basking in each other's warmth and existence.

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who gets a kick out of how you dig the thrill of speed just as much as he does. But, of course, he's always playing it safe when you hop on the back with him. Gotta keep you in one piece while enjoying the ride, right?

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who hooks you up with matching dark helmets because, let's face it, you both need to roll out looking as mysteriously cool as humanly possible when tearing up the streets together.

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who throws in a spontaneous pit stop to catch the sunset or soak in the city lights. He casually sits you on his bike like it's a throne, then nonchalantly inches closer, standing between your legs. His hand takes a leisurely stroll up and down your thighs, while his other hand rubs your crotch slowly.

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, smirking as your moans fill the air, effortlessly slides his hand into your fitted pants and panties in less than a second. His calloused fingers delve inside you, and you can't help but throw your head back, succumbing to the pleasure as he rapidly pumps his digits in and out of you. "That's it, doll, moan for me like the little whore we both know you are."

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, his voice a husky murmur against your skin as he feels your pussy is already drenched. "Always so damn eager for me, aren't you, baby?"

Biker boyfriend!Bakugo, who has you pinned to the motorcycle with your legs spread after he takes off your pants, thrusting into you right there. He sees it as a 'punishment' for how quickly you got wet for him. He's relentless, driving his cock in and out of you ceaselessly until you're shaking, moaning, crying and begging for him to let you climax.

To the ghost on my shoulder

Imagine fumbling a girl so badly she literally haunts you.

💛🎴

cuteness aggression

based on a curiouscat ask i got

As far as I'm concerned, there is no way I can disagree. There was a great deal of tension and chemistry between these two. Amazingly well portrayal of Jake.

Management of Anger || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Steven and Marc send Jake to anger management therapy so he can work on his murderous behavior. However, the whole therapy goes horribly awry.

Rating: 🔞explicit

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!

Word count: 3333 😃

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - reader speaking Spanish, red italics - Jake speaking Spanish, blue italics - Marc speaking Spanish

Jake was fed up with it.

Marc and Steven kept bugging him about stupid anger management.

He didn't really need it, of course. His anger issues were nonexistent. Jake was fine, but those two were taking his actions too seriously, fucking pussies.

Yet here he was, sitting in a waiting room.

When another patient left the psychiatrist's office, a receptionist, who appeared to be a young girl, smiled at him. "Please come in, the doctor is awaiting, sir."

"Fucking finally. I was getting ready to leave," he growled, walking inside.

The receptionist frowned slightly but chose not to comment on the man's behavior.

The office was a large room with just a wooden desk, a massive leather chair, a chaise lounge, and an armchair.

You graduated two years ago and have recently opened your first office. You'd gained a lot of regular customers since then, but this man was someone new. "Please take a seat, sir," you said, nodding to the armchair.

Jake took a seat and looked around. The room wasn't anything special, but the thing that really got his attention was the pretty, cute doctor that was about to help him.

"I was expecting to see a kind of Hannibal Lecter-style doctor, but seeing you here makes it more worthwhile," he smirked.

You smiled at him and rose from your seat; after circling the desk, you approached the man and extended your hand to him. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm the psychiatrist who will assist you with your anger issues. Would you like to start by introducing yourself?"

He grabbed your palm gently. "I am Jake Lockley. At your service," Jake said softly before placing a kiss on top of your hand.

You gave him your sweetest smile; it was very charming of him to act like an old-school gentleman. "Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me what brings you here," you returned to your previous location.

Jake was quiet for a moment. Telling you the truth could put him in more trouble. “I was forced to come here by two of my friends," he muttered, looking at you. "When I look at you, it wasn't such a crappy idea after all."

"I'll take it as a compliment," you said as you settled into your leather armchair, crossed your legs, and put on your glasses to look over his file. "That's a reasonable place, to begin with. It's critical to have others' support, and I'm sure your friends were just concerned about your behavior. Jake, how would you describe yourself and how do you feel right now?"

Jake laughed softly at the 'support' part. They weren't supporting him, they were forcing him to come here. "I would describe myself as incredibly handsome and now I feel horny as fuck if I can be honest."

He made you laugh; this was not what you expected to hear from your patient, but he was so cute in his boldness. "Uhm, Jake, thank you for your input, and I must say, you're a very handsome fella, but I was more interested in whether you're angry right now and how your life looks on a daily basis. What are you doing for a living?"

"I do... Stuff," he shrugged, "if not for those two idiots who support me, my life would be a fucking paradise. It pretty much depends on the order I get. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I feel calm like a fucking río."

"Is it safe to say that your job causes you stress and negative emotions? What steps do you take to get rid of them?"

"I..." He shrugged. "Punch a few fuckers. It not only calms me down but also gets the job done. So double win."

You took some notes and returned your focus to him. "Good. Let's move on to something else. Do you have any interests, Jake?"

"Let's see, smoking, drinking, guns, knives, murder...." He looked up at you. "Documentaries."

You took more notes with your brow raised. "Thank you for your candor. Would you mind telling me where you got your interest in guns and knives? You can move around the office freely if you want; it helps most patients think."

Jake nodded and got up to walk around a bit, curious about what he would find there. "What if I do mind telling you that?"

"We can of course change the topic then. No pressure."

"¡Maravilloso! Let's change the subject to... You being so preciosa that I want to fuck you here and now," Jake said boldly, walking closer to your desk.

You cocked your brow slowly. "That's very kind of you, Jake, but we should concentrate on you, not me," you chuckled, trying not to blush at the man's words.

"It's difficult to focus on me when you are here, pretty one."

"Mr. Lockley," you got up from your desk, giving him a look. "I need to remind you that I'm a doctor and you're a patient."

“I think that's a very fitting scene, don't you think, Mrs. Y/L/N? Just you, a pretty, cute doctor, and me, a troubled thug. We could have fun, cariño," Jake muttered in a low tone, daring to wrap an arm around your waist.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips; the situation was spiraling out of control. What scared you the most was that you were tense at all times, which was not only unprofessional but also inappropriate.

"You are so stiff. You like this, huh?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe yes or maybe a lot?" He whispered.

You cleared your throat to maintain composure. "Mr. Lockley, I think you're crossing the line," you said quietly, barely moving your lips. "I'd like to request that you return to your previous location."

"Oh, I will return to my previous location, with you on my lap," Jake responded.

You led him back to the armchair he had previously sat in. "Now, Mr. Lockley, let me remind you that this is a therapy session, not some type of get-together."

He grabbed your waist and pushed you onto his lap. "Well, it's an anger management thing. What if you help me with my anger?"

He took you by surprise - you fell onto his lap with a tiny whine. You tried not to move too much while he held you on his lap; the situation was spiraling out of control. You reached down to improve your black pencil skirt, which reached just above your thigh. "I'm glad to hear I can help you with your anger, but Jake, this isn't about to happen this way."

"¡Vaya! Me encanta cuando me llamas por mi nombre," Jake hummed happily, placing a hand on your leg to stroke it gently. "I'd like to hear you scream it and moan it."

This guy was having an effect on you; no matter how hard you tried to remain professional, his grip on your waist and his touch on your leg made it nearly impossible for you to think clearly. "Jake... Please, bring us back to the session. Anyone can enter at any time."

"Oh, you are too pretty to lie and you are terrible at it, cariño. My session is on, no one can walk in as they please. Not to mention your guarding bitch that will stop anyone who would get such an idea," he whispered and gently kissed your neck. "Hueles tan dulce ... sabrosa. I can feel that all the anger is fading out so quickly."

You moaned, instantly covering your mouth with your curled palm, blinking in disbelief at your own action, as you couldn't keep your cool any longer.

Chuckling lowly, he moved closer to your ear and whispered. "Apenas te toqué y cantas. musica para mis oidos.”

You slid off his lap and looked down at him, your cheeks flushed. You pulled your skirt up and straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks into your hands to kiss him because he knew how to keep you going.

He kissed you back and immediately picked you up, getting up from his seat. Still kissing you, he walked to your desk, pushed the stuff off of it, and then sat you down before pulling away. "This skirt is annoying me."

You hummed a bit at him. "It's a shame, for you have to deal with it in some way. I'm not taking it off."

Jake smiled and pulled out his pocket knife. "Let's make a sexy slit for that beautiful leg of yours." Before you could protest Jake cut the material of your skirt on the side. "Let's see what is hiding there."

When his gaze fell on the black, lacy underwear, you gasped and your cheeks flushed. "You know how much I paid for this skirt, Jake? Now, give me the knife."

"Not happening, little one," he shook his head, hiding the knife. "I bet you will rip me off enough to buy a brand-new skirt."

Your hand rested on his hips and slid down to his crotch, where you massaged the slight bulge you could already feel growing.

Jake purred at your touch. "You are a quick one. Don't ya want to stay professional anymore?"

His mocking of you grew tiresome. "Fuck off, Jake Lockley, and do what you've wanted since the moment you laid your eyes on me."

As Jake laughed loudly, he knelt between your legs. Humming, he shifted the panties aside and latched on your clit.

You rolled your head back and slipped your hand into his locks, muttering quietly fuck.

He licked the delicate bundle of nerves, biting it gently from time to time just to get a reaction out of you.

Observing his actions turned you into a moaning mess. "Keep going, Jake, don't stop," you said, putting your legs on his shoulders. Him biting on your clitoris was the most pleasurable torture. After a while, you realized how wet you had become. "Fuck me, fuck me, I need you to fuck my pussy."

Jake looked up at you. His fingers slipped into your hole. "Oh, really?” He asked, moving his finger slowly in and out. "Ask nicely."

"Fuck me," you whined quietly, taking your glasses off and putting them aside. "Fuck me. I know you want it too."

"I want you to keep these on," he said as he reattached the glasses. "Yeah, now I can fuck you. Looking so fucking sexy," Jack nodded, working on his belt.

You bit your lower lip as you watched him. "Do you mind if I assist you, Jake?"

"Go on. Be a smart girl and take care of it."

You instinctively reached for his belt and undid the metal buckle holding it in place, then opened his fly, looking him in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

Jake watched you as he played with your hair.

As you gently pushed him off the desk, you hopped up and kneeled in front of him, pulling his cock out and licking his shaft.

He pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly in his hand as he commented, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"I want that as well," you replied, smiling at him, then bent in and caressed his left testicle with your tongue before sucking the whole nugget inside your mouth. You moved your right hand up to the base of his cock. Your mouth let go of his cock as you released the gentle sucking pressure. Your mouth and tongue then traced a trail up his penis until you reached the head. You used your tongue to trace small circles in the triangular region just under the head of his cock until he was squirming. Then you placed the whole head in your mouth still stimulating the underside with your tongue. Then you took as much of his shaft into your mouth as you could. Your right hand firmly held the base shifting up and down with your mouth which provided a gentle sucking pressure.

Jake hummed loudly as he enjoyed your attention. While playing with your hair, he scanned the wall clock. "You are one naughty doctor, but you better hurry up. Time is running out and I don't want to pay extra."

With a loud pop sound, you pulled him out of your mouth and spat down on his cock's tip. "If you fuck me well, I'm not charging you for another visit." When he was close to coming and his ball sack had tightened up into the base of his penis, you pulled back up to the tip of his cock, toying with him again tracing tiny circles with the middle of your tongue. You weren't ready for him to come yet. You released him with your mouth and hands and slowly stood to kiss him, hopping on the desk again, spreading your legs a little. "Come on. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Look at you," Jake mused, moving between your legs. He grabbed both of them and wrapped them around his waist before pushing his cock into you. Without giving you even a moment to adjust he set a strong pace with deep thrusts. "Tan poco profesional. Traes vergüenza a toda tu profesión. Me encanta," Jake said with a smile.

"Y no te molestó ni un poco," you gasped, wrapping your arm around his neck, in an attempt to support yourself, yet his pace was too rough to bear, so you ended up laying down on the desk, your back arched.

"Buena niña, mi propia pequeña zorra," Lockley growled, undoing your shirt so he could get to your beautiful tits. Then he moved your bra up, and his hands grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it.

"I'll fucking cum!" You whined, trying to keep your voice low. As he started kneading your breast, you moaned for him, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick buried deep inside you.

"Cum for me, little one," Jake said, gently pinching your nipples.

With a loud moan escaping your lips, you milked his cock, arching your back even more and wrapping your legs around him tightly, to drive him deeper.

He praised you and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and then pulled you back onto your knees. "Such a pretty girl," Jake muttered, jerking himself off to soon cum all over your face.

With a loud gasp, you tried your best to catch all of his cum into your mouth. You wrapped your mouth around his shaft after he jerked himself off, just to suck him clean. Only then did you get up and wipe his semen off your cheek with the top of your hand. "That was something, Mr. Lockley. You're so fucking talented."

“Doc, you're not so bad yourself. I've never felt so calm in my fucked up life," Jake nodded and adjusted his pants. "I think I would like an appointment next week."

As you pulled your skirt down, adjusted your bra, and buttoned your shirt, you gave the man a nod. "If you'd like, Jake, you can set an appointment with my receptionist. She'll be more than happy to offer you a term. I literally can't wait to meet with you again, Mr. Lockley. Thank you for today. And homework for you - try to focus on breathing and thinking about something pleasant once you feel anger growing."

"Oh, I definitely will do that. Especially when I'll jerk off. I'll be breathing and thinking about something nice... Like my sexy doctor," he muttered, walking to the door.

Running the tip of your tongue along your lip, you nodded. Don't forget to leave me something for me, Mr. Lockley. Have a good afternoon. See you next week."

Once he stepped out of the office, the receptionist gave him a glance; the young lady heard some inappropriate things and she thought she should call the security but since her employer didn't ask her to, she let it be. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah. I would like to set an appointment for next week," he informed leaning against the desk casually, running his hand through his hair.

The girl cocked her brow and typed something on the computer. "Is Friday at 4 pm suitable for you, sir?"

"Sure it is,” Jake nodded. "Hey? Where is the bathroom?”

"On the left, at the end of that corridor," she pointed in the direction. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Jake shook his head and then headed to the bathroom. He locked the door and smiled at the sight of two mirrors. It would make stuff easier. "So, I need to say. This whole anger management thing wasn't such a stupid idea after all," he concluded and started to wash his hands.

"You came there for the anger management, not the sexual management, Jake," Marc scolded him, appearing in one of the mirrors, arms folded against his chest.

Her thick, British accent continued, "You depraved that poor woman..." It was Steven, he was tugging on the sleeves of the shirt as he appeared in the second mirror.

Jake shrugged in response to them both. "Well, she wanted to fuck so I didn't 'deprave that poor woman' but I fucked the naughty doctor and it actually helped me with my anger so it's basically a double win situation."

"Oh, God. Marc, did you hear that? Tell him something. This is not what you do with women just because they want to do inappropriate things," Steven turned with his back to Jake.

Marc shook his head in disbelief. "Jake, really? I heard you set another appointment. Just please, no fucking next time."

"If you want to do those naughty things, you better ask her out, it's more appropriate that way," Steven added. "What if she gets pregnant? Oh God, you couldn't wear rubber, could you?"

Jake rolled his eyes annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I finished on her face, this is not how stuff works, kid, but next time I will take some condoms. Thanks for reminding me about that, Steven. I will fuck her again and I ain't asking her out. Honestly, I already can't wait for another visit."

"Oh my God, Marc, do something with him, I'm going bonkers, I swear," Steven added.

"Jake, Jake, listen, it's anger management, right? We sent ya here so you can work on your murderous behavior, right? Not so you can just fuck your therapist, for Khonshu's sake," Marc shook his head in disbelief.

"Imbéciles, I will keep my murderous behaviors, but I am grateful for your help. For once the two of you actually became useful by finding me a pretty girl to let out some steam," Jake chuckled loudly. "Shall we go back home or will I keep standing here like an idiot and talk to myself?"

"It's time to learn how to treat women, and I'm addressing this not only to Jake but to you as well, Marc," Steven replied loudly. "He just fucks every woman he meets and breaks their hearts and limbs sometimes, and you almost dumped your sweet wife and vanished without a word for months. You both suck at maintaining a healthy relationship with girls," Steven added before vanishing.

Marc grimaced and blinked in disbelief. "What the hell was that?"

Jake listened and watched Steven with his eyebrows raised. Then he looked at Marc and shrugged. "Our frustrated, vegan, British virgin snapped? Or something like that, I don't really know. He is crazier than me sometimes."

"Don't be so harsh on him, he's... So much different than any of us. Okay, Jake, get your ass back home, we'll talk there. The last thing we need is to make any more inconvenience to the receptionist."

"Maybe she will join next time..." Jake hummed quietly, rubbing his chin.

"Lockley," Marc replied with a cold grimace. "Rápido, rápido."

"No me digas cómo vivir mi vida. Tu no eres mi madre," Jake said loudly before walking out of the bathroom to finally get back home.

Could you share your thoughts on shower sex with Bakugou? For Sinful Sunday 🔥

A/N: Well, let me tell you, showering with Bakugo is like stepping into a steamy, explosive adventure - the hot water might not be the only thing making you sweat💥😉

SINFUL SUNDAY

Showering with Bakugo was always exhilarating. It often served as a release for Katsuki, a way to let go of the anger and frustration he'd accumulated during a long day at work.

You're massaging body wash onto his back, working to relieve the knots that have formed from dealing with his hero work all day. Your hand "accidentally" slips lower, and you barely have time to register his sharp grunt before you find yourself pinned against the cold shower wall. Katsuki towers over you, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. "You're so naughty, dear one. You did that on purpose, didn't you?" He whispers in your ear, a deep chuckle resounding in his throat. His lips ghost over the nape of your neck, and his hand is stroking your inner thigh.

"Katsuki, please," you beg, but each time you try to shift your body so that his hand is rubbing the soaked spot between your legs, he firmly locks your hips in place and clicks his tongue, "Tsch! Patience. Though I trained you better than that, so don't be a whiny bitch. Do you want me to fuck you? To completely destroy you until the only thing you can think of is my cock inside of you? Is that it, slut?"

You're nodding your head vigorously, however, he's not going to let you get what you want so easily; if you want him to indulge your desires, you're going to have to show him why you deserve it.

He guides you onto your knees, his firm grip in your hair urging you forward. You're salivating at the sight of his hardened dick, and he revels in your eagerness. “Suck, and don’t you fucking dare waste a fucking single drop, bitch.”

The tip of his dick is already pushing inside of your welcoming mouth before you can think of it or do anything. You eagerly take him in, your fervent actions driven by a desire that knows no bounds. You eagerly bob your head, back and forth, back and forth, purring like a little kitten.

His praises flow like sweet music from his lips, driving your passion to new heights as he thrusts deeper and harder into your warm, welcoming mouth. "Look at you, dumbass, sucking me like a fucking pro."

As you drink in every drop of his salty semen, savoring it like a precious elixir, he keeps his promise. Bakugo gently pulls you up to your feet, showering you with praise for your efforts. He grants you a brief respite, allowing you to catch your breath, before commanding you to grab onto the shower bar. With renewed vigor, Bakugo slides his hardened length into you, the sensation of him filling you up to the brim pushing you both to the brink of ecstasy.

His skilled fingers join his dick inside you, their movements perfectly synchronized with the thrusts of his cock. Two fingers scissoring within your tight, wet heat, stretching you and driving you wild with pleasure, while his thumb expertly rubs your sensitive clitoris.

Your body responds with unrestrained passion, every nerve ending tingling with electric pleasure as you moan and writhe under his expert touch. "Oh my God, oh my God!" you're nothing but a whining mess.

His hips stutter as he lets out a quiet groan, ropes of his seed spilling into you. "Yes, take it, take it, bitch," he whispers huskily, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Your bodies tremble together, intimately connected in the heat of the shower, as you both ride the waves of pleasure.

"Piazza Navona" in Rome.

🏛️Italy

Y'all ever just........stare at the blank paper. Cuz like...........no motivation whatsoever