#my hero academia smut
ztoji · 2 days ago
# : old fic and my sister kept bothering me when i was rewriting it so if it’s bad i blame it on her
tags : f!reader, punishment, badly written pussy spanks + spanking, d/s dynamics?, mention of multiple orgasms
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“count for me, loud and clear too. i don’t want you mumbling into the pillows like a dumb baby. because that’s not what you are, right?” he asks, preparing you for the spanks he’s about to put on your poor pussy. you look back at him, bottom lip wobbling a little because this is not what you expected when you decided to tease him and not wear panties under your dress while out today.
you thought he’d only put a few slaps on your ass and then fuck you until you go dumb, guess you were wrong about your outcome from the night.
you nod your head once he looks back at you. he sighs, clearly disappointed in your actions. “don’t be a brat, i want you to use your words too.”
“y-yes, i’ll be good and count for you daddy.” you tell him, whimpering when he flicks a finger against your clit when you take too long to answer him.
“good girl. how many do you think you deserve? i think around ten or fifteen.” he smirks when your eyes widen at his suggestions. “what? did you think i’d just give you five or something? no no baby, you were naughty and this is what little sluts like you deserve.” he says, flicking your clit again before giving a harsh slap on your cunt.
it was not hard enough to hurt so bad you want to cry, but you know better and know that he will probably put more strength into his spanks at the end just to make it clear where he and you stand and who’s really in charge.
“o-one, daddy.” you say, out loud as he told you which results in not one or two more spanks, but three more and a small kiss on your lower tummy.
“such a good girl baby, how many are we at right now?” he asks, rubbing your thighs slowly while waiting for your answer.
“f.. f-four daddy.” you whine out. small shots of pain going through your body making you shudder. “good, only eleven more to go. if you keep this good work up i’ll reward you with my cock.” he says. pulling his hand back and against your cunt again, hand coming down more times than before, harder too. making you try to escape his hand by inching your hips away. he seems prepared for that though - because he’s quick to put his other hand on your hip to lay you back down in place.
“how many are we at now baby?” he asks, taking his thumb and rubbing it almost feather lightly against your slit. humming as he sees your cunt slowly dripping.
“i.. i can’t remember, please daddy!” you whine before pressing your face sideways to your pillow, a few tears escaping down your cheeks and damping the pillow. you feel him rubbing your clit harder again, your thighs start to shake since you’re so sensitive from his hits your cunt have taken.
he tuts, “don’t hide your pretty sound now baby. and we’re at nine, are your poor cunny a little sensitive?” he laughs mockingly when you nod in answer.
you mumble out a ‘yeah’ before pressing your hips back into his hand. just wanting to get done and over with the punishment, wanting him to fill you up and make you cum until you can’t think anymore. your head only full of him and how good he is.
he hums as if thinking what to do next, considering you haven’t seemed to keep count. “you were at nine, little one.” he begins, “let’s take the last six ones on your ass instead, what do you think hm?” he asks. you nod into the pillow, and he lets that slide since you’ve been good enough so far;
he rears his hand back, whipping it against you two more times before sinking half of his cock inside of you. you scream into the pillow from the stretch, since he didn’t prepare you that much for his cock - and he’s not even on the smaller side. dick gifted in both length and thickness. he mumbles out that you’re a good girl, rubbing over where he put his hand on your ass.
“how many?”
“we’re at eleven n-now i t-think, daddy.” you answer and as a price for your good behavior he slowly starts to thrust in and out of you, making you moan softly and trying to push your hips back against him.
“i think that’s enough for now baby, let’s change it up and you can give me more orgasms instead.”
“i want your pretty cunt to cream on my cock until you can’t talk, think or push against me anymore. i want you going dumb on my fucking cock baby.” he’s quick to picking up his pace, “are we clear baby? think you can do that for me?”
he puts his hand around your neck and lifts you up until your back is flush against his chest, slipping down his other hand to rub against your clit. making you grind back against his cock automatically, filling you to the brim. cock rubbing against your cervix with the way it’s filling you up.
if he would’ve rubbed any harder on your little clit you think you’d explode already. whining at the thought of that.
“y-yes daddy,” you start, “..i understand.”
with that he pushes you back down again, pulling your ass up and face down in the bed and starts thrusting ruthlessly. making you bite onto the pillow again as to not disturb the neighbors too much.
“good kitten.”
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ghoejo · a day ago
* 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 ft. eijiro kirishima.
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warnings : hard dom kiri, condescending kiri, marking, pet play [bunny reader], dumbification, pet names: [bunny, pet, slut, princess, good girl], degradation, light praise, and throat fucking. aftercare!! — reposted
word count : 0.5k
minors do not interact! — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are consenting to the consumption of nsfw content.
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Your breathing was shakey, the stretch of him flooding your senses. Eijiro’s fingers dug into your hips, no doubt leaving marks that would later darken.
“Come on, bunny. I know you can take it.” He hissed into your ear.
You were shaking, mind swimming with every sensation you were feeling. Everything around you was him, feeling him, smelling the sweat that dripped from his chin. You gasped as he bottomed out. He leant over you, chest pressing into your back as he brought his hand up to grab your throat. He squeezed just a bit at first, leaving a soft kiss on your temple before starting a bruising pace.
You were whimpering, briefly acknowledging how your brain was flickering in and out. But Eijiro was eating up how fractured your babbling was.
“Already fucked dumb, eh pet?” He chuckled after licking a stripe up your neck, “Such a good slut for me.”
“W-wanna cum,” you stuttered.
“Bunny wants to cum?”
You nodded your head eagerly, biting your lower lip when he thrusts into you rather roughly.
“Not until I’ve used you in every way I can.” He whispered, before pulling out and using his grip on your throat to pull you around.
Eijiro looked you in the eyes, smirking down at your form. He appreciated his work so far, the beginning of bruises scattered across your delicate skin. He gripped the armrest where your head was laid, bringing his other hand up to caress your cheek and stroke your lower lip with his thumb.
With softened eyes and a lil pout, he whispered, “Be a good girl for daddy and suck me off.”
You were a good girl and you knew this always cracked a bit of his shell. You took pride in how good your head game was because even the hard dom part of Eijiro broke every time you wrapped your lips around his length. So with what energy you had left, you parted your lips and took him in your mouth.
But of course, he always had his own plans. So his hand shifted from your cheek to being firmly nestled in your hair, using it as leverage to fuck your throat. You should’ve expected it, but a surprised yelp vibrated against his cock and, his head drooped forward a bit. Eijiro’s chest shook every time he hit the back of your throat, eyes shut tightly as stars formed in his mind.
The closer he got, the rougher his thrusts were and your gagging and shallow gasps for air only made him fuck you harder. Your hands flew up to hold his thighs, nails digging into his skin. He cursed, both his hands flying to armrest of the couch. You took over and like the good girl he knew you were, you took all of him, feeling his release hit the back of your throat.
Eijiro pulled out, immediately reaching down for you, holding your face in his hands. “You okay, baby?”
When you nodded, he kissed your forehead before going to get a warm washcloth to clean you up and a blanket. He pulled you into his lap to clean you up and check your marks.
“You did good,” he praised, leaving soft kisses on your shoulders. “Too rough?”
“Not at all,” you smiled.
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ellar21 · a day ago
Do you prefer soft Dabi/Touya or mean Dabi/Touya? I really need to know
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itsruiblue · 3 months ago
Sweet (Like Honey) | K. Bakugou
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Entry 02 | The Virginity Chronicles
Summary: When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out.  
(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)
Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader
Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, fingering, dry humping, cunnilingus,  creampie, multiple orgasms, no contraception mentioned, extremely unrealistic (seriously, this is not what losing your virginity is actually like), characters are aged up to 18
Note: So this was inspired by someone on my AO3, who wondered what Bakugou would be like when he lost his virginity. And this is what my brain had to say. 
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When you agreed to date Katsuki Bakugou, you’d honestly thought you’d been prepared for everything. The ash-blond was probably as explosive as a single person could ever get and one needed nerves of steel to simply remain in the same room as him for an extended period of time and not get blown up. And, considering you’d had this down for far longer than you’d actually been in a romantic relationship with him, you’d assumed there’d be nothing he could do that could ever put you in a perpetual state of shock.
You were proven suddenly, violently wrong one evening towards the end of your UA career when Katsuki came storming into your dorm room with a look on his face that would probably have caused some poor old lady to keel over from heart failure if she caught sight of it.
You, however, were somewhat tougher than some old lady and so, when the door of your bedroom slammed open, you merely gave your boyfriend a mild look from where you were lying on your stomach on your bed.
“What’s up?”
Katsuki didn’t reply immediately. Rather, he stared at you, his face curling in an odd mixture of disgust and embarrassment that you had never seen before. His cheeks flushed pink in such a way that you might have thought he’d been working out, (despite the fact that you knew he hadn’t). His gaze moved, slipping from your face to the book you had propped up on a pillow that you’d relocated to the foot of your bed, to the UA uniform you had yet to change out after the school day. His jaw clenched as he seemed to steel himself.
Then he said, “Let’s fuck.”
You choked. The air in your lungs had suddenly turned to cement at your boyfriend’s unexpected proclamation and it felt like all you could do was gape at him, your mouth opening and closing like some kind of confused fish.
Katsuki glowered at you heatedly, obviously choosing to ignore the way his cheeks were practically glowing from his furious blush. “Don't look at me like that. You look ugly as fuck."
"Fuck you, Katsuki!" Your mouth snapped closed and suddenly you could breathe again. Katsuki took absolutely no notice of your indignant words, however, only turning to close your bedroom door before going right back to staring at you intently.
You glared back at him, now in a thoroughly bad mood. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Let's fuck," Katsuki repeated, taking a step closer. "Right now."
 You gave him a disgruntled look, your face doing well at hiding the absolute shock and surprise that was still coursing through your body like acid. 'Let's fuck,’ - What did that even mean?
Katsuki let out an annoyed grunt and crossed his arms over his chest as you continued to sit in silence, thinking. Then he rolled his eyes heavily.
"Look, if it disgusts you that much, then it's fine, we don't have to." He started to turn away, his expression still stoic but you could tell immediately by the look in his eyes that he was hurt.
You were on your feet before you even had time to think, reaching out to grab hastily at the back of his school shirt. Katsuki felt your grip on the material and stopped, however, he didn't turn around. His hands were at his sides, clenched into fists and shaking just slightly.
For a moment the pair of you stood, silent, as you thought about what it was you wanted to say. Then you sighed.
“That’s not what I meant,’ you said in a very quiet voice, almost too quiet to be heard. “I want to, Katsuki. I just… I’m confused.”
Katsuki exhaled softly. “Confused?” he asked in a tone just as low as your own.
“Why do people fuck?” He turned around then, one eyebrow arched as he gave you a very questioning look. “I thought you were smart, nerd.”
You slapped lightly at his bicep. “No, dipshit, not like that. I mean… why now? Why do you suddenly want to do this?” You dropped his gaze. “I’ve brought it up before but you didn’t seem very interested. I thought you didn’t want to… you know, with me.”
“You dumbass,” Katsuki mumbled. “That’s not…” he ground his teeth together in frustration before placing his hands on either side of your face. You stared at him, surprised, as he turned your head upwards forcing you to look into his sharp ruby eyes. “That’s not it at all. I just wanted to be sure we were both ready. I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“Really?” you mumbled. He nodded earnestly.
A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. You poked him lightly in the chest. “Wow, look at you being considerate.”
“Tch,” Katsuki scowled at you, annoyed. “I’m always fucking considerate, you nerd.”
“Yeah, sure.” You continued to poke him, grinning properly now. “’Considerate Katsuki’, that’s definitely you.”
“Fuck off!” He shoved you away from him, glowering. You stumbled back, laughing, though not before you grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled him with you. The pair of you collapsed unceremoniously backward onto your bed.
You relaxed at the feeling of Katsuki’s familiar weight pressing your body into the mattress. Reaching your arms up, you linked them around the back of his neck, sighing happily as Katsuki nosed his way into the crook of your shoulder. For a moment, the pair of you remained there, still and quiet, listening only to the sound of each other’s breathing. Then you turned your head slightly, glancing down at the shock of pale hair tickling your ear.
“You never answered my question. About why you wanted to do it now?”
Katsuki shifted; you could feel him scrunch his nose into your collarbone. Then he mumbled something, a jumble of words none of which you could make out, muffled as they were in your shoulder.
Frowning slightly, you turned your head further to look at him. “What was that?”
“I walked in on Shitty Deku and his girlfriend.”
You froze, eyes widening in shock. “You mean...while they were-?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki mumbled. “Fucking gross.”
You couldn’t control your giggles. “Oh my god, Katsuki!” Your chest heaved as you laughed. “That’s awful! Poor Midoriya.”
Katsuki raised his head to give you an incredulous look. “Poor Midoriya?” he repeated in a tone so disgusted it sent you in a round of fresh giggles. “What the fu- Poor ME!” He gave an exaggerated gag, seemingly reliving the experience. “I don’t wanna see that shit! It’s their fault for not getting a room!”
“Where the fuck were they?” you asked, wide-eyed.
“The goddamn training room.” He sniffed, unimpressed. “Shows how smart that fucking extra is. The fuck did he think was gonna happen?”
You were practically in tears, you were laughing so hard. “And you seriously just walked in on them?”
Katsuki shrugged, incredulous. “I didn’t know they were there! If I had I wouldn’t have gone in.” He gave you a disgusted look. “Do you think I wanna see Deku’s junk? Fucking gross.”
“Oh yeah,” you chuckled, wiping at your eyes. “Because it’s not like you two bathed together when you were little, right?”
Katsuki shoved your face into the pillow, muffling your relapse of laughter. “You promised you’d never bring that up!” he screeched, steam practically coming out of his ears as his cheeks burned bright pink. “I fucking knew I should never have told you.”
You were fully prepared to continue teasing him, your love for the boy beginning to sink beneath your overwhelming desire to make him squirm. However, when Katsuki started to get up, absolutely fuming, your laughter stopped immediately.
“Wait,” you whined, making grabby hands in his direction as he pulled himself off you and backed away from the bed. “Nooo, where are you going?”
“Away from the bitch who’s tryna squash my self-esteem,” he mumbled back, although you could tell from the low tone of his voice that he was jesting, just a little. Sitting up, you reached out for him again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop laughing,” you pouted, fingers wiggling in his direction. “Please don’t leave.”
Katsuki watched you for a minute, seemingly contemplating his options. You knew it was highly possible he’d ignore your complaints completely and walk out just for the sake of being petty. After all, Katsuki had never been one to be swayed by puppy eyes.
However, he seemed to want to stay just as much as you wanted to keep him, and so after a few agonizing seconds, he came traipsing back towards the bed. You waited until he’d flopped down beside you before climbing into his lap and looping your arms around his neck once again. Katsuki glared at you as you smiled down at him, however, he didn’t push you away. Rather, his hands came up to rest on each of your hips, holding you in place with one of your legs on either side of his body.
You leaned down to give him a light peck on the tip of his nose. “I’m sorry.”
Katsuki scowled. “You should be.”
“And I promise I’ll forget that you and Midoriya bathed together when you were three.”
Katsuki’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips. “You’d fucking better,” he snarled, which had you hiding your smile.
(You knew you’d never forget it. But you weren’t particularly inclined to tell him just yet)
For a moment, the pair of you sat in silence, simply looking at each other in the dim light of your dorm room. You’d already closed your curtains; the darkness of the evening being kept at bay only by the warm yellow glow of your desk lamp. Katsuki’s eyes were calm as he watched you, his expression relaxing as one of his thumbs began to brush circles into your hip bone. You made up your mind.
“So…” you said, quietly willing your voice not to shake. “You still wanna fuck?”
The widening of Katsuki's eyes was so slight it was almost indiscernible. Almost. He let go of your hip and leaned back to rest his weight on the heels of his hands behind him, studying your face with a blank expression on his own. You looked right back at him, refusing to let your features give anything away. However, despite the both of your causal attitudes, there was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there moments before. And it was mounting.
Katsuki tilted his head slightly to the right. His eyelashes fluttered as his gaze flicked up and down your body. Then he shrugged one shoulder.
"I mean, if you wanna."
You were on him in a second. Chest to chest, you drank in his scent, his taste, as your mouth met his in a bruising kiss. Katsuki let out a small grunt of surprise but didn’t shy away from your enthusiasm. In fact, his arms came up to wrap securely around your body and pull you even closer on his lap as he himself collapsed backward until his back was flat to the bed.
You slid a hand into his thick hair to grip at the blond locks, fingernails scratching along his scalp. Katsuki’s mouth was furious against yours; you could feel the tension spilling from him into you as his lips molded with yours and his arms trapped you flush against his chest. His tongue slid between you, begging eagerly for entrance to your mouth, and when you failed to open up for him, he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your bottom lip.
You pulled back with a slight squeak and gave him an annoyed look. “Quit doing that.”
“Quit teasing me then” was all he had in reply before one of his hands came up to grab the back of your head and forced you back down to him. You didn’t resist and your lips smashed into his again with an eagerness that had you both groaning. Taking advantage of the situation, you were quick to nip Katsuki back, and when his lips parted in slight shock, you slid your tongue between them to meet his. Katsuki groaned, loud enough that you felt it vibrate through his chest. Without warning, his hips thrust upwards and you gasped a little as the bulge of his semi-hard cock pressed into the flesh of your thigh.
“Fuck, sorry.” Katsuki pulled back with a grimace. “I didn’t mean…”
You shook your head. “No, it’s okay. In fact…” you pursed your lips, trying to stifle your nerves, and then gave an experimental roll of your own hips. “Keep going.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened in earnest and he bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to leave it bright pink. “Fuck,” he mumbled in a low voice as his hands slid to grip your hips once again, holding your body in place over his crotch. You ground down on him again and Katsuki groaned, his head falling back against the bedcovers. “H-holy shit.”
This wasn’t foreign territory for you. Despite not having gone all the way yet, you and Katsuki were well acquainted with the idea of dry humping; heavy make-out sessions after particularly frustrating training exercises had become the norm for you, the second that mutual comfort regarding each other’s bodies was developed. You’d learned enough in those few instances to have a good idea of what made your boyfriend tick, and now, as you rutted your hips back and forth against his, you said a silent thank you to the universe for it.
Gaining confidence, you sank one of your hands back into Katsuki’s soft hair and pulled it just enough to force his head back and to the side. A shock of satisfaction rushed through you as the smooth skin of his neck was exposed for your hungry eyes and then, unable to help yourself, you leaned forward to trail kisses down the line of his jugular. At the same time, your free hand slipped between where your torso was pressed against Katsuki’s and snuck quietly under the hem of his shirt to trail absentmindedly over his muscled abdomen.
You felt Katsuki’s entire body shiver under you, a soft moan falling from his lips. His fingers dug deep into the divots of your hips and then, without warning, he took control, moving your body back and forth of his own accord against his now fully hard cock.
You sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, a shock coursing through your nerves as your clothed clit dragged against the front of Katsuki’s crotch. Your boyfriend seemed to notice this and a small smirk caught at his lips as he repeated the action, forcing your hips towards him and then down along the bulge in his pants. You keened into his shoulder, unable to ignore the way heat flared between your legs, and then, frustrated by the change in dynamic, sunk your teeth into Katsuki’s sweet spot.
“Ah fuck.” He moaned at the feeling, unable to control the way his hips instinctively rutted up.
Your own pleasure was becoming distracting now. With the sound of Katsuki’s whines in your ears and the way his constant thrusting was stimulating your clit (though not quite enough), you were finding it difficult to focus on anything other than your continued assault of his neck. Katsuki usually didn’t permit hickeys, considering the idea of people knowing he felt any emotions other than “strength” to be disgusting. However, you judged by the way shivers were rushing up and down his body in tandem with your licks against his neck, that he had no objection now. This was only confirmed further when one of his large hands left its place on your hip to palm the back of your head, physically preventing you from pulling away (not that you wanted to).
As you worked on his neck, the hand that had snuck under his shirt was exploring. Your fingertips brushed light as feathers across his abdomen, the barely-there scratch of your nails against his skin driving the boy under you absolutely insane. His muscles flexed every time you brushed over them, probably more out of instinct than anything else, and when you laid your palm flat against his chest, you could feel the pounding of his heart beneath it. 
Tilting your head upwards slightly, you gave a light nibble to Katsuki’s earlobe. He suddenly stilled, both his hands going to grip your hips hard enough to slow your movements as his entire body stiffened. You pulled away from his neck then, confused, to see that his eyes were squeezed shut so hard it almost looked painful and his jaw was clenched into a sharp line.
Propping your torso up against his chest, you gave him a concerned look, a spike of worry shooting through you that maybe you’d somehow made him uncomfortable. “Katsu? Are you-?”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, cutting you off as his muscles began to relax once again. “Just…gimme a second.”
He shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s all good. I just… almost came in my pants.”
You blinked then grinned. “Aw, Katsu, you must really be enjoying this, huh?’
“Shut the fuck up,” he mumbled, blushing. “You’re enjoying it too, you little shit.”
You couldn’t lie; you were enjoying it. Especially now that you knew Katsuki had almost hit his climax just from you grinding on him; it sent a special kind of fizz right to your core and made your legs clench a little closer together around Katsuki’s hips.
Katsuki himself seemed to have recovered somewhat because his eyelids fluttered open and he raised a single eyebrow at you, sharp eyes gleaming.
“You still wanna do this? Not scared?”
“Course not.” You gave him a sly smile though your heart was pounding in your chest. “Are you?”
“Tch.” Katsuki scoffed and gave you a look as if to ask ‘are you dumb?’ “What the fuck do I have to be scared of?”
You shrugged and sat up once again. “Pussy?”
Katsuki coloured deeply but kept his scowl as he pushed himself up to grab your hips again. “Fuck no. Your pussy better be scared of me, dumbass.”
“Oh, I’m sure. Considering you’ve never once gone near it.”
You’d expected him to be embarrassed, a ploy to get him to show off his pretty blush even more. But to your surprise, a smirk began to curl across Katsuki’s lips and you realised his interpretation of your words was very different to your own. A shock passed down your body when his hand slipped, sliding from your hip downwards until he was gripping your thigh.
“Do you want me to?” His voice was low, barely more than a growl, and you could feel the vibration of it rumbling deep in his chest through your hands. You gave a sharp inhale in tandem with a jump in your nerves. Something throbbed between your legs.
“I…” you mumbled, flustered enough that your words tangled on your tongue and it took you a few seconds to unravel them. “I mean… i-if you want.”
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed slightly and he gave your thigh a hard squeeze. Your jaw went slack as you let out a soft gasp.
“None of that crap,” Katsuki growled low, leaning forward so his mouth was just centimetres from the shell of your ear. The feeling of his breath against your skin sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “What do you want?”
The words came before you could process them. “Touch me.”
And then his mouth was back on yours, tongue sliding immediately between your slack lips as his hand kneaded the flesh of your thigh, his palm warm and rough against your skin. You kissed back fervently, one of your hands immediately flying back to his hair while the other cupped the side of his jaw, holding him as close as you possibly could. Katsuki groaned into your mouth as your hips rolled instinctively and his grip on your hip tightened, forcing you to stop moving.
“No fucking way,” he mumbled as best he could through your flurry of kisses. “I‘m gonna touch you, and you’re gonna sit still.”
You didn’t even have it in you to object as the hand on your thigh finally moved, sliding up and up, the skin beneath his touch burning. With every centimetre closer his fingers drew to your core, you could feel your arousal growing. You were sure your panties must already be wet through.
Your suspicions were confirmed when Katsuki’s hand finally disappeared beneath your skirt and you hissed as the pads of his fingers pressed right up against your clothed cunt. Katsuki sucked in a breath at the feeling and cursed softly under his breath. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”
You could only exhale shakily in reply, nerves already jumping at the feeling of Katsuki’s long fingers brushing back and forth against the dampness of your panties. Even through the material you could feel their light pressure against your clit; the feather-light touches were agonising and the feeling, combined with the continued building excitement, was beginning to cloud your head.
Katsuki, who had definitely noticed the way your torso went just a little limp against his chest, grinned. “I haven’t even touched you properly and you already look like that? Fuck, princess.”
You scowled as best you could. “S-shut up, a-asshole. You’re fucking teasing me.”
“I can stop?” His smirk was cruel as he pulled his hand back. You let out an uncontrollable whine as the feeling of his fingers disappeared completely, and slumped forward so your forehead was pressed into his shoulder.
“Nononono, please don’t stop,” you slurred into the material of his uniform shirt. Your hips rolled uncontrollably against his crotch. “Please, Katsu.”
His expression softened just slightly at the nickname, his inability to say no to you battling with his deep desire to tease. He kept his hand back for a long moment, watching as you became more and more desperate on his lap, your whines almost turning to wails. Then his resolve crumbled and he brought your face to his with a firm hand on the back of your head, lips meeting yours roughly.
You couldn’t help it; you moaned into his mouth as his hand snuck back under your skirt, bypassing the teasing this time to rub up and down your clit. Your kisses grew sloppy as the feeling overwhelmed you, the parallel processing of kissing Katsuki and grinding your hips down on his fingers suddenly becoming too much for your brain to handle. You broke away from him with a gasp, your entire body twitching as he increased the pressure just slightly.
Katsuki was blushing hard; his cheeks glowing a bright, rosy pink as he explored your most intimate region. Even so, his eyes were burning even more, bright and focused, and he seemed to eat up your reactions like they were his last meal.
It didn’t take long for his thumb to hook into the band of your panties.
You bit down on your lip, hard, and let your head fall back to his shoulder as you felt his fingers slide up and then down, slipping inside the now-soaked material of your panties. Both of you sucked in a sharp breath as his fingertips stroked down your slit proper.
“Fuck,” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes widening at the feeling as your heat pulsing beneath his digits. “You’re so wet!”
The expression on his face was almost comical; eyes round and mouth slack-jawed with surprise, and you probably would have laughed if your head wasn’t so fuzzy from the feeling of his middle finger rolling over your clit. All you managed was a slightly disgruntled, “No shit.”
“What…” Katsuki started, then swallowed. His heart was beating incredibly hard through his chest, something you could feel through your own. “What feels good?”
You bit back a whimper as his finger ran over your clit again, too fast. “Here,” you mumbled, unwinding one of your arms from around his neck to slip your hand down to join his beneath your skirt. “I’ll show you.”
Your grip moved from his wrist to the back of his hand and then you spread your fingers out, your hand covering his. Gently you began to direct him, moving his fingers with yours.
“There,” you mumbled as you maneuvered his placement. “Rub there… like this.”
Katsuki seemed to be concentrating hard, his eyebrow furrowed and his mouth set in a small frown as he took in the way you moved his fingers. He let you control his digits for a moment, rubbing small circles on your clit using his middle finger while he spectated. Then, once he felt confident by himself, he gently took the control back.
“Like this?’ he asked quietly, mimicking your movements without your help. You could only nod as your back arched, chest pressing closer to his as the tingling of pleasure shot down your spine.
“O-oh fuck, Katsuki.”
“Shit,” Katsuki mumbled and his voice trembled almost as much as yours. “Don’t moan my name like that, princess.” Unprovoked, he moved his hand further down to slip one of his long fingers up inside your cunt. You keened, eyes squeezing shut at the intrusion.
“Holy shit, that’s tight,” your boyfriend mumbled, almost to himself as he experimentally began to pump his finger in and out of you. “I… holy fuck, princess.”
You suddenly became aware of the fact that his whole body seemed to be trembling beneath you, his muscles tense as he marvelled at the feeling of your inner walls pulsing around his digit. His finger moved without resistance, coated in a thick layer of your slippery arousal as your pussy practically gushed around it.
You could feel his cock straining against his uniform slacks, its bulge pressing into your inner thigh. He hadn’t made any kind of suggestion for you to touch him since the earlier grinding, and while you appreciated the fact that he was focusing solely on you, you didn’t want to leave him out either. It was this that prompted you to slowly slide one of your own hands down his chest, path set on the tent made in his pants by his hard cock. You moved slowly, giving Katsuki fair warning should he want to stop you. However, as your hand brushed down his chest to his abs to the buckle of his belt, the only reaction he gave was a sharp intake of breath.
Your fingers were curling around his belt, ready to undo it, when a shock of pleasure shot through your entire body and you slumped forward with a muffled moan. A second of Katsuki’s fingers had slipped inside you and he’d curled them, stroking along the spongy inside of your cunt with surprising precision for someone who had absolutely no experience. At the same time, his thumb had moved to your clit to continue rubbing slow circles there and your whole body trembled at the feeling, a sudden knot becoming apparent in the base of your stomach.
You bit down on your bottom lip and forced it back. No fucking way am I gonna cum before I get to touch his dick.
 Katsuki groaned as you undid his belt buckle and then the button and zip of his slacks. His cock was straining against his briefs beneath, a spot on the grey material already damp from pre-come. You didn’t pull the clothing away yet, mind too hazy to think as Katsuki pushed his fingers even deeper and hit your g-spot. “Ah fuck!”
“Baby,” Katsuki whimpered as you moaned, the word slurring slightly on his tongue. “Baby, you’re so…”
You didn’t give him time to finish, reaching down to palm his cock directly over his briefs before the sentence was complete. Katsuki let out a muffled grunt of surprise and then his head fell forward, coming to rest, much like your own, on your shoulder. You could feel his heavy breath against your collarbone.
The tension in your abdomen was building now, a constant pressure that reminded you of the high Katsuki was slowly drawing from you. Your moans were sweet, constant, but now they were joined by Katsuki’s groans of pleasure as you rubbed up and down his length through his underwear. He was rutting his cock regularly into your touch, his abs working as he forced his hips upwards despite your weight holding them down. “Katsu,” you found yourself mumbling over and over, although you weren’t sure if it was a result of his fingers still pumping in and out of your cunt or the way he seemed so desperate for you to keep touching him.
And then suddenly, his fingers were gone, pulled from your cunt and your panties as Katsuki groaned loudly, his chest heaving. “Fuck,” he mumbled as you let out an almost painful whimper, devastated by the loss of stimulation. “I’m sorry, baby, just… let me” he began to claw at his shirt, undoing some buttons and breaking others until the entire front was undone and open. “s’too hot.”
You helped him push the garment from his shoulders, all too eager to expose his torso for you to ogle. The dim light of the room had his already tanned skin glowing golden, while the dips of his muscles were thrown into even greater contrast. Without thinking you leaned down to kiss his defined collarbone, nipping gently at the soft skin as you tried to distract yourself from the desperate ache between your legs.
Thankfully Katsuki didn’t let you go unattended for long. After throwing his shirt somewhere into the depths of the room, he grabbed at you once again; taking a few seconds to massage your thighs before his hand snuck beneath your skirt and dove back into your panties. There was no hesitation as he slipped his fingers inside you this time. In fact, he seemed more confident, curling them upwards almost immediately to bring all the burning tensions rushing back. Your head fell back at the feeling, lips parting in a moan. Your hand stilled on Katsuki’s cock for a second, mind too clouded to fully process everything. Your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind, however, he was too busy staring up at you with hearts in his eyes as a whine of his own tumbled from his tongue.
“Fuck,” the boy mumbled before leaning forward. His mouth was so hot when it met your neck, tongue practically burning as it laved along your skin and sent you into an even higher state of pleasure “You’re… so…fucking…hot,” Katsuki mumbled between kisses, punctuating his words with a thrust of his fingers. “D’you think you’re gonna cum?”
You bit your lip. “Maybe.” Your voice was high and shaky, pleasure turning the corners of your mind fuzzy and unfocused. “K-keep going.”
And so he did, pushing you higher and higher as his middle and ring fingers thrust into you while his thumb drew figure-eights on your clit. Your hips ground rhythmically into his hand, instinctively looking for more friction as your moans grew steadily higher. You could feel it building, the heated tension that held back the waves of pleasure. Your desperation, too, was growing, spurred on by the way Katsuki groaned softly every now and then, just from looking at you. Finally, you were sitting right on the edge, legs shaking and hips jumping as you pushed further and further, searching for that final something that would send you tumbling into the haze of your orgasm.
Thank fuck Katsuki knew what that something was.
Pulling his head from your neck, he rested his chin on your shoulder so his mouth was right against the shell of your ear. For a moment, he pressed soft kisses to the skin beneath it that had your whole body tingling. Then he leaned impossibly closer and whispered, his voice just a little scratchy, “You’re doing so well, princess. Come on, cum for me. You can do it.”
Your body seemed to buffer for a moment, the shock of his unexpected praise sending every axon into overdrive. Then your head tipped backward in a silent moan as your orgasm crashed through you, the tension finally snapping and sending you into a haze of pleasure so intense your senses deserted you for a few seconds.
You had never once felt that before.
Katsuki worked you through your orgasm, thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit as he kissed up and down your jugular. When you finally drifted back to yourself, eyes fluttering open to give him a hazy look, he grinned, far too smug for his own good.
You stared at him for a moment, brain struggling to place what had happened. Then the slightest semblance of a scowl crossed your face 
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I didn’t say anything, dumbass,” he replied, still smirking. “You just fucking came, didn’t you?” He pulled his fingers from your cunt as he spoke. When he held them up to the light, showing off the way they were coated in liquid, so much so that it was dripping from his fingers down the tendons on the back of his hands, you felt yourself flush. Cheeks burning furiously, you hide your face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck, refusing to show him your embarrassment.
Katsuki laughed, not maliciously, and rubbed his clean hand up and down your back. It was comforting, despite his teasing, and you couldn’t help the way you relaxed into him, loving the way the bare skin of his shoulder was so smooth against your hot cheek.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” His voice was low as he spoke, tone serious enough that you knew he wanted you to trust what he was saying. “That’s was fucking amazing, you dumbass. Please tell me you liked it.”
You almost laughed. “Of course I liked it. I mean, fuck, Katsuki. Where on earth did you learn to do that?” Your eyes suddenly narrowed and you raised your head to give him a piercing look. “Have you been practicing on someone else?”
Katsuki wiped his fingers on your bedsheets – a move that had you making a small, outraged noise – and then flicked you in the centre of the forehead. “Who the fuck am I gonna practice on, huh? You’re the only shitty girl I can stand, you loser.”
“That’d better be true,” you threatened, glaring at him. “Otherwise, I’ll cut your dick off.”
“As if you could-ah!” his words dissolved into a low moan and your hand slid between the pair of you to squeeze his still-hard cock.
It was as if the both of you had suddenly remembered the fact that Katsuki was still painfully turned on. Even the lightest brush of your hand over his length had your boyfriend practically writhing beneath you, his eyes wide and hazy as he grabbed onto your hips in search of support.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Katsuki whined as you stroked the full length of his cock, still through his boxers. “Baby, please...”
“Please what?” you whispered to him as your pussy throbbed between your legs, sparking back into feeling as Katsuki panted beneath you. He thrust up erratically and whined when you withdrew your hand.
“Please what, Katsuki?” you repeated, your voice stronger this time. It wasn’t often you would get Katsuki like this, shaking and desperate beneath you, and you intended to take full advantage of it in the limited time you had.
Katsuki gave a choked swallow at your assertive tone and buried his face in your shoulder. You could feel his erratic breaths against your skin. “Please,” he whispered, and his voice was so desperate, so needy, it gave you a headrush so strong you had to bite back a moan of your own.
“What do you want me to do?” you whispered to him. “Tell me, Katsu, otherwise I don’t know.”
“Make me cum.” His answer was immediate, quiet but strong, and you knew that was as close you would be getting to having Katsuki on his knees begging for.
A smile curled across your lips as you pulled him into a deep kiss. “With pleasure.”
His briefs gave without much resistance, your fingers eager to slip them down and allow his length to spring free. You didn’t waste time staring at it, equal parts too nervous and too excited. Instead, you reached out immediately to stroke him, admiring the way his skin felt soft as velvet beneath your touch.
Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath at the raw contact, his eyes rolling almost immediately into the back of his head. “O-oh,” he mumbled softly, his tone weak, and for a moment you thought he was going to collapse backward onto his back. Then his grasp tightened on your hips, stopping him from falling away. You smiled slightly, grip teasing up his length.
“Good?” you asked. Katsuki jerked as the pressure of your fingers increased just a little.
“Good,” he confirmed, nose hiding in the crook of your neck. “More.”
You gave him what he wanted, your pace increasing. You could feel the veins that ran up the side of his cock, pronounced with the constant blood rush. Pre-cum leaked from his tip, running down his length and making your hand slip smoothly along him. Katsuki was rocking his hips in time to your pumps – most likely instinctively – as he pushed for his own pleasure, his moans muffled into the soft skin of your neck.
The angle was a little awkward, your wrist having to flex in a way it wasn’t accustomed to in order for you to reach all of him. But you continued anyway, already drunk off the way Katsuki was falling to pieces under your touch.
“Shit.” Katsuki’s shaky whimper snapped you from your thoughts. “I’m so close, fucking hell.”
This encouraged you further and you increased your pace, twisting your hand to try and stimulate more of his nerves at once. As your thumb slid over his head, Katsuki keened; a long, low whine slipped from his lips as you felt his whole body tense beneath you, preparing for release. Using your free hand, you tugged his head from your neck by his hair and smashed your lips to his in a searing kiss that had both of you moaning. Suddenly, it felt like all the muscles down Katsuki’s torso rippled, and then, finally, he came with a long groan, muffled by your tongue.
You pulled back to let him breathe, your heart beating so hard it felt like your whole chest was vibrating. Katsuki’s forehead fell against yours as his shoulders heaved with panting breaths. He was trembling slightly.
For a moment the pair of you sat in silence, staring at each other. Then a small smile broke across your face.
“You’re so cute.” The words slipped from your tongue before you could reel them back in. Almost immediately, any sense of fucked-out-ness disappeared from Katsuki’s expression and he gave you a filthy look – one that had you grinning harder to yourself.
“M’not fucking cute, you little shit,” he spat angrily, sitting up straight to glower at you properly. “No fucking way.”
You pouted at him playfully. “But Katsu… You’re so sweet when you moan for me.”
The look on his face was indescribable, a mixture of shock, horror, and pure unbridled rage. You couldn’t help it as you began to giggle, the deep flush of his cheeks spurring you on despite the voice at the back of your head telling you that you’d definitely regret it later.
Katsuki growled. “Say that again.”
You were stupid. You dismissed the warning in his tone. “You look soooooo cute when you’re moaning for- mff!”
Katsuki had grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand – the hand covered in his cum – right at your face. Your eyes practically fell out of your head as he stuffed your dripping fingers right into your own mouth, smothering your tongue in the taste of him.
You choked, shocked.
“If you’re gonna fuck with me, you’re dealing with eating my cum off your hand,” Katsuki practically snarled right up close to your ear. There was a feral glint in his eyes as he watched you choking on your own fingers that you didn’t recognise; it was humiliating and yet… you couldn’t deny the way your pussy throbbed at the dangerous tone of his voice.
Obediently you licked at your own fingers, collecting all remnants of Katsuki’s release from them. It didn’t taste as bad as you expected, salty but not to a degree that had you gagging. Your eyelids drooped as you focused on what you were doing, feeling the burning glare of your boyfriend as he watched your every move.
Finally, once every drop had been swallowed, you pulled your fingers from your mouth with a resounding ‘pop’. Holding them up, you showed them to Katsuki as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. The ash-blond inspected your digits for a few moments as if confirming for himself that your work was up to his standards. Then an evil smirk curled across his face and his eyes met yours again.
“So,” he murmured, leaning in as his crimson eyes pierced through your own. “Am I cute now?”
You shook your head, eyes wide. Katsuki grinned. “S’what I thought.” His hands ran up and down your sides for a second as you continued to stare at each other, the gravity of what was to come next somehow beginning to sink in.
Then Katsuki asked, quietly, tentatively, almost as if he was scared to hear the answer, “…you wanna keep going?”
You didn’t bother giving a verbal answer. Instead, you leaned in and kissed him.
Katsuki’s hands were on you within a second. Rough palms sliding up your sides to your chest, fingers pawing at the material of your school blouse, grabbing as much as they could of your breasts through the material of that and your bra. You arched your back into his touch, chin tipping back at the feeling of his hands on your body. It was addicting, the kind of high you’d never once thought you needed but now that you’d had a taste, you wouldn’t be able to forget it for a while.
Languidly, Katsuki began to pop the buttons of your blouse, eyes drinking in the sight as more and more of your skin was exposed to the open air. His mouth dropped to the swell of your breast, accentuated by the cup of your bra, before he’d even fully discarded your blouse. His lips were feather-light on your skin, barely a soft reminder of his worship of your body. However, it was enough to make you squirm; you could already taste the tang of excitement and pleasure on your tongue and it had butterflies storming your stomach. Your hand slipped into his hair.
“You’re…so…fuckin’…perfect…” Katsuki mumbled between nibbles at the skin of your breast. Your blouse slipped from your arms, forming a heap on the floor somewhere behind you, but you didn’t care. In the dimly lit room, with only Katsuki’s sharp ruby eyes on you, you felt completely comfortable. More than that; you felt valued. Your heart swelled with warmth and love as Katsuki focused on kissing as much of you as he possibly could.
His fingers snuck round your back to grab at the clasp of your bra, inexperience causing him to fumble. Without a word you unhooked the thing yourself, and let the thin straps slide down your arms until the garment had joined your blouse on the floor. Katsuki groaned aloud.
“Fuck,” he mumbled lowly, eyes wide as he stared at your chest in wonder. His hand snuck out, hovering over you for just a second before touching you properly. Katsuki went practically bug-eyed at the feeling of your bare flesh in his palms.
“They’re so… squishy,” he mumbled, teasing at the point of your nipple. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“Well, what the fuck did you expect them to feel like? Rocks?”
“Shuddup,” Katsuki grumbled, flushing. His hands cupped both, palms enveloping each breast fully, and he seemed to marvel at them for a second before looking up at you again. “I like them.”
You leaned down, eyes half-lidded. “A teenage boy likes boobs,” you mumbled sarcastically into the air you two shared. “Shocker.” Then you kissed him before he could complain.
It was a soft moment, a kind of calm before the storm, that both of you took time to revel in. Katsuki’s hands slowed their frantic movements just a bit, and his tongue was slow and languid as it rolled with yours. He seemed to drink you in, your taste, smell, feel, as if he wanted to drown himself in you. And you reciprocated gladly, in turn enveloping yourself in all that was him.
Then Katsuki’s fingers found the zipper of your skirt. He yanked it down and rid your body of the material, leaving you sitting in just your still-soaked panties beneath his hungry gaze. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself as his fingers hooked into the waistband at your hips. “C’mon, get these off for me, yeah?”
You began to wiggle out of them before a thought struck you and you froze. “Wait,” you mumbled, voice slightly slurred. “We need to switch positions.”
Katsuki’s gave you a confused you – a look that told you he was fully prepared to fuck you right then and there. “What? Why?”
You frowned at him. “Because I’m not being on top my first time, dipshit! Now roll over!”
Katsuki frowned right back at you. “Well, why should I have to be on top my first time?” he countered. It was a valid enough argument, but you could tell his resistance was due to pettiness over you bossing him around and not an actual aversion to being one top. Still, you chose to play to his narrative.
“Because you’re big and strong with ungodly amounts of stamina, and I’m weak and powerless.”
Katsuki laughed outright at that, “You’re so full of shit,” he told you, squeezing slightly at your sides. “The fucking last thing anyone would call you is ‘weak and powerless'.”
He was right of course but your point still stood. Looping your arms around his neck, you gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please, Katsu?”
He cracked immediately, you could see it in his face. Even so, he scowled and looked away from you, eyebrows furrowed as he struggled with his pride. “You so fucking…fine! Whatever. Just don’t complain about back pain or some shit later.”
“Back pain?” you snorted. “I don’t think you could fuck me hard enough to give me back pain, Katsuki.”
You were on your back before you had time to realise just how badly you’d fucked up. Katsuki loomed over you, propped up with his elbows on either side of his head, his eyes dark and dangerous as he smirked.
“Is that a challenge?”
Your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your chest, your windpipe suddenly feeling like it was filled with ice. A shock of pleasure zipped up your body as you stared up at your boyfriend; he suddenly seemed so much bigger than you, like his entire presence was squashing yours as his body pressed you back into the mattress of your school bed. It would probably have been scary if you couldn’t see his eyes and the complete unadulterated love that shone through all the lust in his expression.
There was no warning when his lips smashed into yours. Your hands slipped around his back, trailing across his defined muscles as you kissed him back. Then you gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers hooking back into the band of your panties.
The suspense was suffocating as he slowly slid them down your legs. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, nuzzling to hide your face into the crook of his neck when he pulled away from your lips to look down at your naked body properly.
There was a moment of silence during which a million and one thoughts seemed to rush through your head; ranging from ‘holy fucking shit, I’m naked!’ to ‘What if he thinks I’m ugly?’
Then Katsuki cursed low under his breath and the word was so strangled, so broken, it sent tingles rushing across your skin.
The sound of light scuffling suddenly reached your ears and you blinked your eyes open to see that Katsuki was struggling to rip his own pants and briefs off. His gaze was still fixed on your body, running up and down your skin, looking in a way you could only describe as ‘awestruck’. It sent a flush of warmth through your chest and calmed your raging insecurities enough that when Katsuki let out a stream of garbled curse words, you only giggled.
Once Katsuki was dressed in nothing but his own skin, you pulled him back down to you. His hips slotted between your thighs and your eyes widened slightly when you felt the hardness of his length rub up against your slick folds. Katsuki too groaned at the feeling and pressed the bridge of his nose into your shoulder. He inhaled deeply.
“You still sure you wanna fuck?”
You snorted. “Isn’t it a bit late to back out now?”
Katsuki shook his head. “S’never too late,” he mumbled into the skin of your shoulder. “Tell me to fuck off and I will. Don’t wanna if you’re not comfortable.”
You smiled softly and nosed at his thick hair. One of your hands found his against the bedsheets and your fingers laced with his. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you murmured. “But for now… c’mere.”
You pulled his mouth to yours and Katsuki groaned, giving an experimental roll of his hips. His cock pressed against you and both of you let out low gasps.
“M’gonna….” Katsuki slurred and his free hand slipped down between your bodies to grip the base of his cock, lining himself up. You braced yourself as his head breached your entrance.
It felt weird at first, the stretch far too much to be comfortable. Then it began to burn and your lips opened in a small yelp of pain. Katsuki tensed, prepared to stop, but you shook your head violently and ran your fingers down his back. “Keep going,” you mumbled to him, determined to take the pain – if you were honest with yourself, you had a feeling if he stopped you wouldn't have the courage to continue.
Katsuki gritted his teeth and did as you asked, although his face contorted slightly with each whimper that fell from your lips as if he was being hurt too. Despite this, his eyes were clouded with lust and as he sank further into you he seemed to have a harder and harder time controlling his movements.
Both of you let out long exhales when he finally bottomed out, Katsuki’s of pleasure and yours of pain. He stopped moving then, his entire body stilled as you gripped at his back and bit your tongue, trying to muffle your noises of discomfort.
“I’m sorry,” Katsuki mumbled softly, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “Fuck, m’sorry.”
“S’kay,” you mumbled back, your brain hazy. The pain was still there, like fire in your abdomen, but so was a slowly growing feeling of satisfaction, as well as the intoxicating sensation of having Katsuki so close. You bit your lip.
“You…you can move.”
Katsuki visibly gulped. Then he nodded shakily. “Okay.”
When he pulled back, the pain flared again and you clenched your jaw as tears beaded in the corners of your eyes. Katsuki went slowly, though not as slowly as when he’d entered, and despite how wet you were, each ridge and vein and bump on his cock seemed to catch on your insides. However, in one of the oddest combinations you’d ever experienced, it also felt good.
When Katsuki had pulled out enough that only his head still remained inside you, he gently rolled his hips forward, breaching your inner walls once again. The reaction was immediate.
Your head fell back, a garbled mixture between a yelp and a moan escaping you. At the same time, Katsuki let out a choked, “Fuck” and attached his mouth to your neck. 
From there, his thrusts became regular as the pair of you settled into an inexperienced rhythm. The pain was subsiding, giving way to an inexplicable pleasure and with each roll of his hips, Katsuki seemed to grow more confident.
The first moan you let out was long and low, and you felt a physical shiver rush down Katsuki’s spine at the sound. “Fucking hell,” the boy himself muttered and gripped your hand tighter. “Holy fucking shit.”
“Katsuki,” you whispered into his ear. Your hand snuck up into his hair and then pulled impossible tight as you felt his fingers trailed across your abdomen to rub slow circles into your clit. Your whole body seemed to tremble.
“How the fuck are you so tight?” Katsuki gasped. “Fucking hell – I can’t – s’too fucking- fuck.” His words were jumbled, not making much sense and yet you had to agree with him. The pleasure was building; you could feel the tip of his dick nudging up against the sweet spot inside you and it was sending all of your senses into overdrive. Your back arched upwards.
“Please don’t stop,” you whispered into the darkness of your room. “Fuck, Katsu, please.”
Katsuki was practically whimpering. Sweat was beginning to form a light sheen on his skin, dampening the roots of his blond hair, and when he raised his head to kiss you, his eyes had a hazy, fucked-out look that had your entire body thrumming in pleasure. Katsuki moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him.
“H-holy fuck, baby,” he choked out when you broke apart. His hips slammed into yours at a pace you had absolutely no clue how he was keeping up. “Fuck, fuck fuck, you feel s’fucking good.”
It was all you could do to moan his name in reply, your head beginning to grow foggy as pleasure coursed through your veins like acid.
Katsuki’s eyes suddenly widened and he thumbed harder at your clit, causing your whole body to jerk. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “Fuck, I think… fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
You stroked a hand down the side of his face. “S’okay,” you whimpered to him. “Cum for me, Katsu.”
But Katsuki seemed to be forcing his orgasm back, his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths as he pushed himself to the absolute limits. “How …” he stuttered, his voice trembling. “How close – fuck – are you?”
You shook your head. “Not there you,” you mumbled, still only just able to feel the beginning of an orgasm in your lower belly.
Katsuki’s expression hardened, his mouth settling into a line and suddenly he shook his head. “Absolutely fuck no.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, about to ask what he was talking about when suddenly his thrusts stopped. Your eyes widened in confusion and then a small squeak dropped from your lips when he pulled out of you completely.
“Not fucking happening,” Katsuki mumbled, probably to himself, shooting you a disgruntled look when you keened at the loss of contact. Before you even knew what was happening, he was sitting up and pushing his body downwards, no longer draped out on top of you.
You started to prop yourself up on your elbows. “Katsuki, what the f-?” and then your eyes widened as his head snuck between your thighs and his mouth met your pussy. Your words dissolved into a surprised moan.
Katsuki seemed almost angry as he forced his tongue between your folds, using it to fill the empty space his cock had left. He held your thighs apart with his large hands, forcing you to spread out for him as he devoured you in a way you could only describe as ‘feral’.
“No fucking way,” you could hear him hiss between slurps. “No fucking fair.”
“Katsuki?” you managed to get out, trying desperately to fight through the haze of pleasure as he licked eagerly at your clit. “What-?”
“I’m not cumming until you do, dumbass,” Katsuki grunted as he pulled a moan from your lips. “Just this once… I’m not gonna be…fucking first.”
He flicked at your clit with his tongue and you choked, your back arching up away from the bed. Without thinking, one of your hands came to grip his hair.
“Y-you don’t…” you gasped between moans, not wanting him to force down his own needs for the sake of yours. “You don’t need to – ah fuck, Katsuki – I’m f-fine, I – oh fuck!”
Katsuki raised his head to look you in the eye. “No way. I’m doing this shit properly.” His gaze was dark and dangerous, so focused it sent heat rushing up your legs. “Now lie back, loser. I’m going to make you see fucking stars.”
And he did. Katsuki had always been a ridiculously fast learner and it took him no time at all to figure out exactly what had you practically crying beneath him. His tongue was highly skilled despite his inexperience and you could feel him smirking against you as he sucked at your clit, forcing you to squirm and cry out his name.
It didn’t take long for the familiar feel of an impending orgasm to come crashing down on you. Heat was building in your lower abdomen, rushing up your legs and causing your thighs to tremble around Katsuki’s head. You’d collapsed backward, your back flat to the bed, and couldn’t help but roll your hips into his face, the desperation to reach you high clouding your mind.
Katsuki too seemed to understand, not missing the way your pussy clenched harder around his tongue or the way your moans shot up an octave, your chest heaving with exertion.
“You close now?” he mumbled through a smirk, lips and chin glistening with your slick. You nodded frantically.
“Yes, shit, so fucking close Katsuki.”
“Good,” was all he said before hauling himself up your body again. “Now, I’m gonna finish this properly.”
Your mouth fell open in a slight moan as he sank his cock inside you in one thrust. You were so much wetter now, your cunt still pulsing from all he’s done with his mouth, that you barely felt the stretch this time round. Instead, an overwhelming wave of pleasure tore through your nerves as, almost immediately, he squarely hit your g-spot.
Katsuki himself moaned aloud, eyes clouding immediately. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled as he began to thrust regular again, chasing both of your highs now. “Oh god, you feel so good, Y/N.”
You dragged your fingers down his back, too far gone to fully register his mumblings. The pleasure was almost unbearable now, your lower belly too tight and only getting worse as Katsuki continued to pound into you. All your muscles were trembling.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Katsuki choked out above you, his eyes squeezed tight shut. “Holy shit, I’m gonna…fuck, fuck, fuck. “
His desperate pants pushed you on, nudging you closer and closer towards the edge. You were crying out his name over and over again, begging him to get you to your high. And then, as his hand slipped between your sweaty bodies once again to circle quick figure-eights on your clit, you felt the damn wall crack.
You hugged him close as you came, face buried in the crook of his shoulder as you felt the wave of white-hot pleasure rush from your toes to your head until you really were seeing stars.
Katsuki himself didn’t take long to follow. As your cunt pulsed and clenched around him, he bit down gently on your neck, muffling the desperate moan that escaped him. With one final thrust deep inside you, he felt the wave of his own climax crashing through his body as he hugged you just as tight, ropes of cum bursting forth inside you.
Silence fell as the both of you clung to each other, bodies trembling in the aftermath of your highs. Katsuki kept his face buried in your neck, his chest heaving as he struggled to breath with his head foggy and clouded. You held him tightly, sure he could feel the fluttering of your heart through his own chest as the tension in your body gradually subsided.
Eventually, Katsuki lifted his head to stare down at you. You stared right back, eyes wide and full of stars.
Katsuki swallowed, looking lost for words. “Holy shit,” was all he seemed able to say, cheeks still flushed and chest heaving. A soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips. 
“I…” Katsuki pursed his lips. “You… what…why the fuck did we not do that before?”
You laughed aloud at that and reached up to tug his head back down until his nose was pressed to your collarbone.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself?”
Katsuki grunted as you carded your fingers through his sweat-slicked blond hair. “No shit.” Then he shifted backward slightly and raised his hips to slip his softening cock from inside you. You groaned slightly at the loss of his warmth and pressed his face even closer to you.
All was silent for a moment as you basked in the warmth and the feeling and the scent of Katsuki. Then you turned your head to press a kiss to his temple. 
“I love you, Katsu.”
Katsuki sniffed in the way he always did when you expressed affection. However, his hands around you tightened.
Eventually, he mumbled, “Love you too, dumbass.”
Your eyelids were growing heavy as you lay quietly with him. Katsuki too seemed to be drifting off, his breaths becoming slow and even against your skin. Then he muttered something, his voice low and so muffled that you almost didn’t catch it. Almost.
“Stupid fucking Deku. He’s not gonna beat me.”
Silently, you smiled up at the ceiling. You’d have to remind yourself to thank Midoriya later.  
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sukunababy · 4 months ago
𝕳𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙 𝕯𝖊𝖚𝖘 || 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 2021
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“𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚”
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𝗙𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲/𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘀
𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 ⇨ 𝗝𝘂𝗷𝘂𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻, 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁, 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗔𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗮, 𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻, 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂!!, 𝗡𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗼 & 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗠𝗮𝗻
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𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁
♰ 𝟭. 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿/𝗣𝗲𝘁 — 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗮 ⇨ After Party
♰ 𝟮. 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗹 — 𝗪𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮 ⇨ New Pleasures
♰ 𝟯. 𝗗𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸 — 𝗧𝗮𝗶𝗷𝘂 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗮 ⇨ Daddy’s little girl
♰ 𝟰. 𝗗𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮 — 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗝. 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 ⇨ Crybaby
♰ 𝟱. 𝗖𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝘂 ⇨ Late Night
♰ 𝟲. 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗡𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 ⇨ Dance in the Dark
♰ 𝟳. 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗢𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮 ⇨ Movie Night
♰ 𝟴. 𝟲𝟵 — 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 ⇨ Daddy knows best
♰ 𝟵. 𝗚𝘂𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 — 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘇𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗼 ⇨ Harley & Joker
♰ 𝟭𝟬. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗴𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 ⇨ Halloweed
♰ 𝟭𝟭. 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅 — 𝗦𝗲𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻 ⇨ Mirror on the wall
♰ 𝟭𝟮. 𝗦𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ⇨ Endorphins
♰ 𝟭𝟯.𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 — 𝗗𝗮𝗯𝗶 ⇨ Stockholm
♰ 𝟭𝟰. 𝗣𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰— 𝗦𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗺𝗲𝘀 ⇨ Swan Lake  
♰ 𝟭𝟱. 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 — 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 + 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 ⇨ Daddy’s best friends
♰ 𝟭𝟲. 𝗘𝘅𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗺 — 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗼 ⇨ The Meeting
♰ 𝟭𝟳. 𝗞𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆 — 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 ⇨ Blades
♰ 𝟭𝟴. 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗧𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 ⇨ NNN
♰ 𝟭𝟵. 𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸 — 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 ⇨ The Babysitter
♰ 𝟮𝟬. 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 — 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗿 ⇨ From Fuck You to Fuck Me
♰ 𝟮𝟭. 𝗢𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹 — 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 ⇨ Smile ‘n click
♰ 𝟮𝟮. 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 — 𝗠𝗶𝘁𝘀𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶 ⇨ Pillow talk
♰ 𝟮𝟯. 𝗖𝘂𝗺𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 — 𝗢𝗚 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ⇨ The Queen of Curses
♰ 𝟮𝟰. 𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 — 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲 ⇨ In the Mic
♰ 𝟮𝟱. 𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗞𝗲𝗻 𝗥𝘆𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗷𝗶 ⇨ Engine faults
♰ 𝟮𝟲. 𝗗𝗣 𝟭 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 — 𝗢𝗚 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ⇨ The King
♰ 𝟮𝟳. 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗔𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗺𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮 ⇨ My handyman neighbor
♰ 𝟮𝟴. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗻𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮 — 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘂𝘆𝘂 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼 ⇨ Sweet dreams
♰ 𝟮𝟵. 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘁 — 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 ⇨ The Cabin in the Woods
♰ 𝟯𝟬. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 — 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 ⇨ Spring Riding
♰ 𝟯𝟭. 𝗚𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 — 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼, 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂, 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 & 𝗥𝘆𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗦𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 ⇨ Welcome to the Party
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oh-katsuki · 3 months ago
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WC: 833
TW: breeding, overstimulation, soft dom shoto, husband!shoto, cockwarming, multiple orgasms (m)
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Shoto always looks so pretty when he cums. This is the third night in a row you’re doing this, straddling his dick, letting him fill you to the brim with cum. 
You’re ovulating, Shoto tracked it. Ever since you both decided that you wanted to get pregnant, he’s been following your cycle, waiting until you’re in the perfect condition to breed. It was almost obsessive, the way he’d lay his hand over your tummy and tell you he’s gonna put a baby in it, warm and firm against your skin. 
You gasp over him when you feel him cum, a heavy load stuffed into your cunt. His eyebrows pull upwards, hands firm on your hips as he holds your squirming figure down on his cock. Shoto’s so pretty, hair falling in front of his face and a deep and low groan emanating from somewhere in his chest. You can feel his orgasm run through his body, the way his grip grows tight on your hips and how he angles his chin towards the ceiling. 
You can see the way his face flushes as he cums, spreading across his cheeks and up across his chest simultaneously. It’s almost enough to make you cum again, but you’re spent, nearly collapsing on top of him before he speaks. 
“Turn over. Don’t let me fall out.” Shoto says, though you’re not sure how he could with his size.
He’s not very chatty in bed. Your husband has always been the quiet type, sexy groans and whines rather than filthy vocal words. Though you can recall one night after a bottle or two of wine when he got incredibly chatty. 
You oblige him with a nod, wrapping your arms around his back as he stays seated inside of you. His weight is heavy between your legs while you lay on your back, pelvis aching from the way you’ve been spread open for him all night. 
Shoto fucks his cock into you deeply from there, overstimulating himself. He’s quiet, completely lost in your cunt and his breath shakes with each of his movements, eyes focused on yours. Shoto’s hair falls in front of his face and he leans down to kiss you with a shaky grunt, careful with each thrust to not let any of his cum spill from you. 
“We need to get it deep.” He says, voice strained. “Need to make sure it stays.”
“S’gonna stay, Sho.” You mumble, eyes darting between you both. “Gonna get pregnant n’ have your baby.”
He groans, hips stuttering like he’ll cum again. 
“Yeah? You’re going to be so pretty full of my babies.” Shoto says it matter of factly, like he’s certain that you’ll be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen carrying his kids. “Gonna mother my kids.” 
Something about it rolls off his tongue so nicely and you clench down around him once again with a slight whimper. Shoto gives you an exasperated laugh, eyebrows pinched together as how overstimulated he is, still fucking his cum back into you. 
He’s so deep in you, both his cum and his cock. You’re gasping as you pull at the skin on his back with the pads of your fingers. He’s breathing heavily into your mouth and it’s all hands and fingers from you as he struggles to hold his weight up on his haunches, part of him just wanting to lay down on you entirely and trap him under him so you couldn’t run from it if you tried. 
You’re both delirious, this slow pace somehow too much. He wants to get you pregnant now. On your first cycle trying. He knows he will. Shoto knows that it’s going to work because with how deep he’s fucking his cum into you, how could it not? 
Shoto’s pace picks up a bit again and he’s groaning again, his unstable breathing becoming a quiet melody of moans and whimpers. 
“Gonna give you another one, okay?” He breathes, hips moving back and forth so steadily that you might lose your mind. 
He can feel himself kissing your cervix in this position, cock finding its way right to where it needs to be, ready to fill you up again. It’s twitching and throbbing, filling you up perfectly. And Shoto crumbles again, thrusts growing sloppy until he’s slowed completely, his body still while he keeps you plugged up. 
Shoto rolls over so you’re both on your sides, legs tangled together and his softening cock still in you. Finally, he removes himself from you, sitting up on the bed and rubbing circles into your tummy. He’s gentle, careful not to apply pressure because he doesn’t want it to spill out. He uses the back of his cool palm to calm you, rubs circles into your nippls and brings you down gently. 
“Mm, yeah.” He hums softly to himself, giving you a soft but cocky smile. “I definitely got you pregnant. Right here.” He places his hand over your lower stomach. “You’re carrying my kid here now.”
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katsupeach · 4 months ago
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bakugou x f!reader
wc: 7.9K
summary: fed up with his inability to deliver the way he wants to in a relationship, bakugou turns to a dating app for casual sex and companionship. he assures his friends he's capable of maintaining a platonic sexual relationship, despite his own misgivings. After things go well the first time, you establish a casual thing, and bakugou finds himself prying you open.
a/n: incredibly overworked reader and bakugou engage in a series of escalating casual hookups, bakugou falls for you, you fall for bakugou. choking, spitting, degredation, impact play, bondage, sir kink, daddy kink, praise, degradation, bakugou's BIG on communication and aftercare, dom!bakugou, reader has corporate job and body is unspecific but she does have acne scars. bakugou is a mean hard dom right up until he cums and then he's needy and affectionate, but if you're uncomfy w degradation, this is not the fic for you. villain/hero predator prey kink roleplay is discussed but not described really. part one. part 2 here
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After the first time you sleep with Bakugou Katsuki, you avoid eye contact with him. You’re yanking your clothes on as quickly as possible, anxious to get as dressed as possible before he turns the lights on and you have to perceive yourself, perceive what you’ve done, been doing.
“Hey,” Bakugou says, “Should we uh, should we talk? About that?” You feel something cold wrap around your heart, a drawbridge closing.
“Um,” you swallow, “Um, I’m good. Don’t need to talk.” He looks over his shoulder, a little confused, but you’re focused on lacing your sneakers up again, ignoring him. “No need to um, to talk.” You reiterate and he nods slowly, inspecting you.
“Can I uh,” he walks across his bedroom, and when he rests a hand on your shoulder you jump like he’s shocked you.
“I don’t need the uh,” you gesture to the bed, “The cuddling and stuff, I’m all good.” You stretch a little. He narrows his eyes.
“Was it uh, good, for you?” He’s embarrassed at how relieved his is when he reads your genuine smile.
“Yeah.” You say brightly, punching him in the arm. “Thanks for having me, buddy.” He physically recoils at the nickname, glancing at his phone, he knew the people used tinder to date online casually, but he didn’t think you’d be this indifferent.
“Cut that buddy shit.” He says, and you laugh a little, exhaling through your nose. “Wait uh,” He catches your wrist, stopping you from leaving, pure curiosity spurring him on more than anything else. “Can I,” he starts lamely, “Can I see you again?” He senses your hesitation and backtracks. “Like can we uh, can we fuck again?”
“Oh!” Your eyes shoot open. “Sure.” You pull your phone out of your pocket and he watches you check a calendar. “Actually,” you chew your lower lip, “If you’re down for something casual regularly, I can see you on Saturday at like 2PM?”
“Yeah I’m off on Saturday.” He says. “Anything I can do to uh, improve the experience? Since we're being so clinical about this.” He says, covering up his surprise with sarcasm. You giggle, leaning against the closed door.
“You’re pretty good in bed,” you cock your head at him, “But you knew that, didn’t you?” He nods. “I like uh, I like it rough generally, which you’re already on the edge of, but if you think of any ways to up the ante there, I’m down. We can talk about it first, but I actually have to go. I have an appointment” You put your phone away. “Shoot me a text okay?” He thinks about kissing you goodbye, and thinks better of it, letting you slip out of his apartment, and down the hallway.
“You keep checking your phone, bro.” Kirishima knocks his shoulder. “Waiting on someone?” Bakugou shrugs, then takes another sip of his beer.
“Deciding whether to text a girl.” He says again, barely able to speak above the crackle and boom of conversations and laughter in the bar.
“What’s stopping you?” Kirishima probes, and Bakugou rubs his eyes.
“The sex was good,” he admits, “She’s hot as fuck.”
“Sounds perfect.” Kirishima cocks his head at the blonde. “You’re the one who’s always saying you work too much for a relationship.” Bakugou stares down at the amber liquid in front of him for a moment before responding.
“She was, she was really casual.” He thinks about it. “I asked if we could chill again and she took out her google calendar and made us an appointment.” Kirishima snorts, and then chokes a little on his beer.
“Listen, if you had good sex it doesn’t seem like you have anything to lose,” he pauses, “Of course, unless you think there’s something there, romantically, because we both know you’re not really a casual guy.”
“I’m totally fucking casual,” Bakugou roars, and Kirishima shakes his head.
“You are the CEO of catching feelings and you goddamn know it.”
“I’m not gonna catch feelings,” he says the phrase like it’s a vile expletive. Kirishima raises his eyebrows.
“Alright, well, better text her then.”
You show up at his place, hair tied away from your face, the last vestiges of golden afternoon light spilling into his apartment on the thirtieth floor. You’re all business.
“Do you mind if I get a glass of water before we start?” He shakes his head, gesturing to the kitchen. “I was kinda surprised you reached out.” You say, rocking onto your tiptoes, stretching to reach his water glasses on the top shelf. You feel his presence behind you, he takes one down and hands it to you.
“Why’s that?”
“I dunno,” you laugh, “I guess you seemed a little jarred when I left so suddenly.” You go to his sink and fill your glass, taking a sip of it. He shrugs.
“You did seem like ya were in a hurry.”
“I was almost late,” Your mouth quirks a little, “You were better than I expected.” He shakes his head,
“Flattery, huh?” He reaches out, cupping your face with one calloused hand, thumb pressing into the plush of your cheek. “You tryna butter me up?” You giggle nervously, setting the glass on the counter. He leans over you, red eyes unreadable, as he takes you by the waist, lifting you easily, setting you on his island. “I’m not touchin’ you again unless we have a safeword, green for fine, yellow for slow down, or less, red for stop completely, and I’ll uh, how do you want to be taken care of?” You consider, and he watches your hands dance in front of you.
“Um,” you close your eyes and shake your head a little bit, dismissively, “I’m sure I won’t need it, but um, just like, praise and physical comfort.”
“Hard limits?” He says, and you raise an eyebrow.
“You’re taking this very seriously.” He doesn’t take the bait.
“Yeah, I take not accidentally hurting you pretty seriously, you don’t have to be my girlfriend for me to want you to feel safe with me.” There’s a pause.
“I mean, I’m sure you get this all the time when you have these conversations, I’m pretty typical,” there’s an assumption he catches there, that he does this often, that his celebrity status means unlimited one night stands, and he doesn't bother to correct it, but it tugs at him for a moment. “But you know, um, vomit, scat, piss, I wouldn’t do really hard impact play or knifeplay with someone I didn’t know. Degradation is fine, if you praise me too much it might take me out of it but I um, I trust you. What about you?” He nods.
“That covers my shit too. And I’m not usin’ my quirk on ya, so don’t ask. That shit can scar.”
“Oh, um, thank you.” You’re still perched on the counter, and he lets you take another sip of water, downing half the glass, avoiding eye contact. Eventually you speak again, “Bakugou I-” He cuts off your words by wrapping a hand around your throat, squaring your hips against his, “I,” you whisper, pupils dilating, mind spinning,
“If I didn’t know better,” he says, voice a match barely striking tinder, rough, and low, “I’d say you were scared.” You blink up at him and slips a thumb between your lips, and he watches all pretense slip from your face, your eyes soften and you suck gently at it. “I knew you were smarter than you looked,” he says, tightening the hand he has around your throat, tugging his thumb from your lips with a soft pop. He jerks his head towards the bedroom. “C’mon, dummy.” To his surprise and subsequent delight, when he releases you, you slide off the counter onto the floor, crawling next to him down the hall. He sits on his mattress, and beckons you forward with one finger, utterly bewitched as you move to him, sitting on your knees between his legs.
“Why are you here?” He rumbles, unsure of the words as soon as he’s said them, but you seem to understand what he’s asking, even if you’re already far away from your body.
“Wanna be good, for you.” You say softly. He nods, slowly, and slips your dress of your shoulders, reaching around and unclipping your bra with one swift movement. Your breasts fall a little without the support, and he tosses your bra across the room, reaching for them, massaging the plush between his fingers, squeezing hard enough to push a gasp of pain from your lips, “This whatcha meant,” he growls, “When you said you wanted it rougher.” You nod a little.
“Y-yes.” You whisper, as he lets go of you, pushing his joggers down. He pumps his cock in front of you, once, twice, and then spits coarsely on the tip of it, rubbing his thumb across the head.
“You want this?” He asks, watching your eyes widen. “You wanna suck my dick?” You nod, “Dirty fuckin’ whore.” He reaches out and gently taps the side of your face. “Is that what you are, a dirty fuckin’ whore?”
“Yes,” and you realize what he wants, “Please, please, I’m a, a dirty whore, let me suck your cock daddy please-”
“Daddy,” he interrupts and repeats to you, an evil smile growing. “Daddy, huh? You think you get to call me that?” He shakes his head. “Nah. Gotta earn that shit. Let’s stick with sir, huh?” You nod, understanding. “Give it another shot, slut.”
“Please can I suck your cock, sir?” You look up at him, eyes wide with soft innocence, and he can’t stop the expletives that fall from his lips as he nods, taking a hold of the back of your head as you plant the softest kiss on the tip of his cock.
“That’s it,” he breathes, guiding you, softly at first and then working harder, moving your head so that you’re stroking his cock with your throat, watching your eyes water as you gag. “Am I too big for ya,” you shake your head and he rips you off of his length tapping your face with his wet cock, “I asked you a fuckin’ question,” You blink up at him, lashes wet.
“N-no sir,” You sputter, and the genuine fear in your voice makes his dick twitch. “No I can take it, I promise,” He cuts you off by thrusting hard into your mouth, fucking your face in earnest as tears drip down your cheeks. Your lungs burn for oxygen, and he only allows you short sharp breaths before he puts you back to work. It’s a few minutes of this before he stops, holding you off longer, letting you catch your breath.
“Color?” He asks, gruffly.
“Green,” you gasp. He pauses, “Green, I promise,” you protest, as he wipes a few tears from your face. “I’m fine.” He grunts with annoyance and stands, lifting you partially by the hair and partially by your arm, tossing you onto his bed. He pulls your dress off your body quickly, your panties soon follow, and you watch him climb on top of you, kneeling between your legs. He parts your folds with a finger, and slips it inside you, loosening the muscle a little. You react like you’ve never been touched, and he can’t help but marvel at the performance, shaking his head.
“Cut that shit,” he says roughly, “You don’t gotta act like everything fucking works for you, I actually want to make you cum.” You freeze, awkwardly, and he squints at you. “Seriously, I want you to be real. Tell me what I can do better.” You nod, catching your lower lip between your teeth.
“S-sorry.” You sit up a little, “I don’t um, I’m not used to, um, communicating.” He shrugs.
“I’m a patient guy, give it your best shot.” You search for the words, your face warming, and he watches you squirm uncomfortably. “Why does this freak you out more than me roughin’ you up?”
“Ahhhh,” you squirm, “Unclear. But um,” you reach out and take his hand, and for a moment, he thinks you’re reaching out for comfort, he’s ready to hold you, to tell you you don’t have to keep going, but you guide his hand back to your cunt, and slip two of his fingers inside you. You push them up, wincing a little at the stretch, and he feels it, “Right,” you gasp as he presses hard against that spot, ‘Right, right there, fuck-”
“Dirty little bitch,” He snarls, surprising even himself at how easily he falls back into it, shoving you roughly back onto the bed. Your back arches up as he picks the pace up, happier with the sounds your making, they’re less pretty, but they sound real. “That’s it,” he nearly coos, watching tears burn in your eyes, “There we fuckin’ go.”
You’re only able to take short sharp breaths as the waves of pleasure rock your body, he leans over you, watching you genuinely fall apart at his hands.
III. Two Weeks Later.
Bakugou fumbles with his phone when it buzzes, tucking his coffee into the crook of his elbow.
You: I’m free tonight.
Bakugou: love how you don’t do small talk.
You: too busy.
You: can we try this?
Bakugou opens the door to his office with his elbow, and sets his coffee down before sitting in his chair, mind racing with possibilities.
You: video.exe
You: minus the daddy thing since that's something you don’t like.
He turns the volume almost all the way down, glancing up to make sure the door to his office is closed, and clicks play on the video. It’s porn, I mean, what did he expect, but not something he’s seen before. The girl has her arms tightly bound behind her, and her partner is fucking her so hard she’s having trouble keeping her ass in the air. His brows knit together when her partner leans down, and spits in her face, rubbing it in and growling a stream of viscous, degrading expletives in her ear.
Bakugou: *something you have to earn.
Bakugou: bad day huh?
You: the worst.
Bakugou: sure. I don’t have rope though.
You: I do! I’ll bring it.
Bakugou: am I ever gonna see your place?
You: tell you what
You: you pick something for us to try and next time we can do it at my apartment.
He frowns, putting his phone down and taking a sip of his coffee before responding. It’s true, he has things he’s wanted to try, things he wanted to do with a partner, but could he even call you that? Was partner too intimate? He did, however, want to see your apartment. He imagines it, maybe as sterile as your phone, cleared of applications for anything except things explicit functions. Would it be all white, clean lines? As crisp as the skirt suit he’d ripped off of you last week, sending you home with an apology and a pair of his sweatpants and a merch t shirt? He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
Bakugou: deal.
Bakugou: can you do 6PM?
You: ahhhh
You: might have to work, can we do 8?
Bakugou: that’s late to be working
You: very bad day.
You: really want you to make me cry about it.
Bakugou: can do.
It’s 8:15 when he hears the soft click of your heels in the hallway outside of his apartment, and then your soft knock.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” You say, before he even opens the door, and he takes a moment, balking at your appearance. “I came from the office.” You confess, and he nods, some of your makeup is smudged underneath your eyes, and your hands are trembling a little, likely from caffeine.
“All good,” he says, “Shit though,” he reaches down and pulls a little piece of fluff from your hair. “Don’t take this the wrong way but you look exhausted.” You nod, stepping out of your pumps.
“Do you mind if I freshen up?” You look up at him, every inch an apology, and he shrugs, gesturing towards the bathroom. You put your purse and a plain bag on the counter. “The ropes in there, I stopped by a place and grabbed some so that I wasn’t even later to you. If you like it, you can keep it.” He nods, padding over to the counter and peeking in the bag, it’s bright orange, and doubled over in a knot.
“Aw,” he calls, just loud enough so that you’ll hear him down the hall, “Didja get it to match my hero outfit?” He hears you giggle, a beautiful soft music he hasn’t been treated to before.
“I did, actually.” You peek your head out. “I’m just gonna take my face off and put it back on really fast, I promise I’ll look human in a couple minutes.” He rolls his eyes.
“Just take your makeup off. I don’t give a shit.”
“Really?” You say dryly. “You want to see my actual skin?”
“How bad can it be?” He shrugs, “S’not like I’m your boyfriend.” He watches you consider, and weigh the vulnerability.
“Um, alright,” you say, after a long moment, “But don’t worry I’m not gonna start coming over looking a mess.” Bakugou grunts noncommittally, but stands in the doorway, watching you slowly remove foundation, some kind of tinted lip thing, and eyeliner.
“Gonna tell me what happened today?” He asks, and you shrug, splashing water on your face and then wiping it on one of his clean hand towels.
“Don’t laugh at me,” you beam at him, and the forced light is just a little too bright, “But I have a pretty high pressure job. I’m not, like, saving lives though.” He shrugs. “Enough though, just tell me if you think I look like frankenstein's monster or something,” he inspects you carefully, sure, there’s a splotchyness that wasn’t there before, some acne scars, and your eyes are less defined, less catlike. But it’s still you.
“Ya look fine, dumbass.” He hits you lightly on the back of the head. “C’mon.” You take his outstretched hand, marveling at how fucking good he looks in just a pair of grey sweatpants and a t shirt.
“Do I ever tell you you’re ridiculously sexy,” You ask, cocking your head, “Emphasis on ridiculous?” He snorts.
“No.” He grabs the paper bag off of the counter and leads you to the bedroom, ripping the rope out of it’s packaging as you start getting undressed. “And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He says, genuine annoyance in his tone. You swallow, nervously. “That’s my job.” He walks up to you, slowly and slips your jacket off your shoulders, tossing it on a chair. He leans down, his lips meeting your jaw, mouth moving down your neck as he unbuttons your shirt, and slowly pulls it off of your arms, letting it fall to the floor. You reach for him and he shakes his head. “Don’t move.”
“Y-yes, sir.” He watches you relax a little, your shoulders drooping as he unclasps your bra, your tits falling a little without the support. He unzips your skirt, and chuckles dangerously.
“Wearin’ these all day, huh?” He gestures to the black thigh high tights. “Dirty fuckin’ slut.” He tugs at the matching lacy panties.
“Was thinking about you,” you murmur, closing your eyes as he pulls them down, and helps you step out of them, feeling the full vulnerability of being naked, while he’s fully clothed. He balks a little at that, but you don’t see it, you just feel him reach between your legs to check, slipping between your folds, pulling a choked gasp from your lips.
“You’re certainly fuckin’ wet enough.” He chastises. “Damn.” He stands up again, spinning you around roughly and pressing you against the wall, folding your arms behind your back, tying them tightly, exactly like in the video you’d sent. “Too tight?” He asks and you test them a little.
“It’s comfortable.”
“You sure this is what you want tonight?” he asks, measuring how tired you look, the droop of your eyelids, the corners of your mouth slightly downturned.
“I need,” you start, and you’re taken aback by the desperation in your own voice. “I need to lose control. For a little.” You sound so soft, so vulnerable, Bakugou can’t help himself, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the apple of your cheek.
“I’ll take care of it.” He says, his low rasp right in your ear warms your face, “Remember the safewords?”
“Green for keep going, yellow for slow, and red for stop.”
“Good girl.” he says, and then leans down and cups your ass, pressing you harder against the wall, “Not a lot of praise in that video you sent,” he cautions.
“None, I should think.” He grinds his crotch against your ass, reaching up and squeezing your breasts.
“And you’re fine with that?”
“Yep.” You say, then let out a soft, high pitched grunt as he starts pinching and rubbing your nipples, you can feel his length grinding against your ass. He pinches them tightly and pulls hard enough to make you cry out in pain, before landing a harsh slap on your ass. You yelp, and he takes you by the hips and throws you down on the bed, moving so quickly you barely see him, flipping you facedown and lifting your hips high.
“Down farther,” he snaps, “Get your fucking face in that mattress.” He barely gives you a second to comply before spanking you hard. “Come on slut,” he snarls, “Is it difficult, is it fuckin’ hard to arch your goddamn back,” you shake your head quickly, doing as your told.
“No sir.”
“No sir,” he repeats in a high pitched mocking tone, “Awful fucking polite, arentcha?” He spanks you again, “For a slut.” You know better than to respond, he slaps your ass again, admiring the way it moves, soft under his calloused palm, hitting you over and over again until he hears what he’s waiting for, the tiniest little sniffle. “Aww,” he coos, still taunting, mocking, “Does it hurt?”
“Y-yes sir,” you breathe, on the verge of crying, tears burning in your eyes and soaking into his blankets.
“Do you like it?” He asks, and you nod.
“I-I do, sir,” you say, and he laughs at you, landing a hard slap directly on your cunt. It’s hard enough that you yelp in pain, but keep your position, shifting your weight from knee to knee. He does it again and you choke out a sob, then feel a soft touch.
“Color?” He asks and you catch your breath.
“Green.” You can’t see it, but he shakes his head, before slapping you directly on the clit again, this time you cry out loudly and he follows it up with soft rubbing,
“You’re soaked,” he breathes, half surprised that this was actually turning you on as much as it was him, “Fuck,” at this point it’s more to himself than to you, he slips two fingers inside you, every little sob making him harder. He scissors them, and hears your soft moan, grinning at his ability at this point to play you like a fiddle.
“Ah-fuck,” you bite down hard on your lower lip, feeling your skin burning from his hands, the pleasure now is undetachable from the pain, “Please, please,” you beg, “Want you to fuck me,”
“Yeah,” he says, curling his fingers inside you, pulling a whine from your lips, “You wanna get fucked, bitch, you want my cock that bad?” You moan loudly. “Filthy fuckin’ thing,” he says, and he slaps your ass hard again, knowing the skin will rise in the shape of his hand, that it’ll warm that way, “Beg me more.”
“Please, need it,” you mumble, rolling your hips against him desperately, “Need your cock so badly,” you say, it’s almost a whine, almost wanton enough for him to give in, “Please, please, please-” He spanks you one last time, tugging his shirt off over his head and easing inside you, taking his time, feeling your walls clench and throb around him. He wraps a hand around your forearms, still tied tightly behind you, and uses it as leverage.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, it’s like this every time, and he has to bite back praise, bite back telling you how fucking good it feels to be buried inside you. “Fuck,” he settles on, picking up the pace of his thrusts, wanting to hear you moan and cry for him, the slapping of his hips against your ass fills the room, your desperate, soft mewls. He tightens his grip on your arms, holding you firmly in place.
“Oh my god,” you fall flat onto the bed, unable to stay upright against him, but he just lifts you and keeps fucking you hard, you look so beautiful like this, tears in your eyes, lips parted, and he feels you clenching before you even you’re nearing your high,
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ cum,” he snaps, “Don’t you dare.” He leans over you, pushing your back into a harsher arch, “That’s my fuckin’ pussy, and I say when it cums,” you nod and babble incoherently, a mix of begging, and please, and baraganing but he almost doens’t hear it he’s so drenched in the ecstasy of not having to hold back, he knows he’s holding onto your hips tightly, knows it might bruise, but fuck it, all day everyone tells him what to do. He goes where the commission tells him, he defeats the villains they put on his plate, he doesn’t bite the presses’ head off and here, right now, being in control again, feels right in an almost sacred way.
“Cum with me,” he orders suddenly, the words falling from his lips before they even form in his head fully, “Wanna feel you cum on my goddamn cock, slut,” you feel him get impossibly hard inside you as you vault over the cliff of your orgasm, gasping as your vision whites out, barely hearing his mangled snarl as he rakes his nails down your back and collapses next to you. There’s a moment where you’re both lying there, chests rising and falling rapidly, before Bakugou remembers you’re still tied up, and curls his body around you, rubbing your back as you cry quietly. “C’mere.” He grunts, gathering you onto his chest, unable to stop himself from kissing your teary face as he works the knots out. For a moment, he’s seized by the fear that even this intimacy is overstepping, but maybe it’s the day you’ve had, or how tired you are, but you curl into him with your free hands, wrapping your arms around his neck. He rubs your head, “Good girl,” he coos, experimentally and you hum softly. He wraps a thick arm around your waist, anchoring your body to his own. You sigh. “So good,” he tries again and feels you tighten your grip on him.
“More.” You mumble, and something inside him warms, he squeezes you tight to him.
“Good girl,” he breathes, “Did such a good job f’me, huh?” You nod, whimpering a little.
“Thanks, Bakugou.” He swallows, hating the way his last name taste in your mouth when he can feel the tears still hot on your cheeks. “Thanks for having me.” He wonders how you mean that, having you over, or temporarily taking both responsibility and control of you.
“Of course,” he finds himself saying gruffly.
“Is this okay?” You ask, barely audible over the hum of his air conditioner, and he realizes you mean the cuddling, the aftercare, the closeness.
“Yeah.” He says, trying to hide his own eagerness, “S’long as it’s okay with you.” He traces patterns down your body, rubbing the places on your skin where the rope left marks, where his hands had left bruises, “You want a glass of water?” He asks, and there’s a silence. He listens to the soft rhythm of your breaths and realizes you’ve fallen asleep. Just a few minutes, he reasons, couldn’t hurt. You wake before him, pleasant and warm, at first not sure where you are. You blink a couple times, the light in his room still on, he’s snoring quietly, muscled arm locked around your body, and your heart breaks into a sprint.
“Hey,” you say, with an undercurrent of urgency in your voice. “Hey, I’m gonna go,” He groans a little.
“Why?” He opens an eye, “M’comfortable.”
“I have work in the morning.” You whisper and he looks over at the clock on his nightstand, flashing 2AM. He sighs.
“S’not safe for you to get a taxi or anythin’.” He rolls off the bed, rubbing his eyes and releasing you. “I’ll drive ya back.”
“Are you sure,” you say, standing and looking for your clothes, but he puts a hand on your shoulder.
“Just put on my sweats and a t shirt. That suit looks uncomfortable anyway.” You nod, yawning again. Bakugou, for his part, barely bothers getting dressed but you suppose when you're built like a greek god anything goes, He yanks on joggers and doesn’t even button his flannel up before shoving a baseball cap over his bedhead. You take the elevator down to the garage level, and the night is cooler than you thought it would be.
“Why uh,” he says, ‘Why do this, instead of dating?” His voice carries in the parking garage, bouncing off the hard surfaces.
“I work too much to date.” You shake your head. “I’d start seeing someone I liked and then my job would pick up and I’d ghost them without even meaning to.” You sigh. “But I’ve got needs.” He chuckles.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” You swat at him and he only halfheartedly entertains your playfighting. You hop up into the front seat of his jeep. “What about you?” You ask as the engine hums to life.
“Ah,” he shrugs, “I’m more of a relationship person, but I kept lettin’ people down. ‘Cause of my job, I can’t say, you know sorry I’m saving lives I’m gonna be late to dinner every fuckin’ time now can I?” You nod. “Sucks though. I still want all of it.” He presses a button and the radio plays.
“All of what?” You lean your head back on the seat.
“All the crap that comes with being in love,” he says gruffly, turning his face to you to back out of the parking spot, “Like, memorizing their coffee order, wakin’ up with them. That shit.”
“That would be nice.” You murmur.
“I like the idea of coming home to someone,” He says, still avoiding eye contact, “But I can’t expect them to wait up for me. Not every time.” He adjusts his baseball cap. “Also, whoever I’m romantically involved with, when it becomes public knowledge, you know, there’s a certain scrutiny, from the media, and also added danger since you’d be-” He catches himself, and you, by some grace, don’t say anything, “They’d be a target for villains to use as leverage against me. It’s not really a conversation I can have in a bar. ”
“Sure.” You’re still staring at him, when he glances at you, so he scowls.
“I didn’t peg you for a relationship guy.” You say simply.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he pauses, turning his signal on before making a left, “You ain’t peggin’ me, ever.” You let out a bright giggle. “Bratty fuckin’ bottom.” He shakes his head. “No way you could do that.”
“I absolutely could!” You protest. “I just would need instructions, and a strong authority figure to guide me through it.” He chuckles, and you point at the street sign, “It’s actually not far, just a couple blocks that way.”
“Cool.” He says, stealing a quick glance at you. “You mean it, next time I pick something I want to try, and we do it at your place?” You nod.
“Yeah, sounds good. Ah, up here, on the left,” it’s a nondescript stone apartment building, “I’ve got some work stuff coming up, so it’ll be a few days but yeah, let me know and I’ll put it on my calendar.” Bakugou fights the urge to lean across the seat and kiss you goodnight, settling for a quick pat on the thigh.
“Yeah, uh, sleep well.”
“Will do.” You struggle opening the car door, he reaches over, giving you a soft tch, opening it for you. “Ah, thanks,” you hop out and walk awkwardly to your door, punching in a code and swinging the door open, he watches you disappear and drives home.
“Brooooo,” Denki calls, “You keep checking your phone. What’s going on with you?” Bakugou takes a sip of his beer and mashes his palms into his eye sockets.
“It’s nothin’.”
“Bakugou is ‘keeping things casual’ with a girl,” Kirishima says, clapping the blonde on the back, “It’s not going well for him.”
“It’s going fine,” Bakugou snaps, “I’m doing fine.” He glances at his phone. “She just said she’d text me, and she hasn’t yet.” There’s a silence.
“And that’s fine,” Sero says, “Because you’re a pro hero, and you can get laid whenever you want.” Bakugou scans the bar, frowning.
“Not like her.” He mumbles, hoping no one really listens. “It’s different.”
After 72 hours of radio silence, Bakugou takes matters into his own hands, scrolling through his bookmarked porn videos, trying to find the one he’s looking for. It takes him longer than he’d like to admit, remembering how long his dry spell had been before your arrangement.
Bakugou: video.exe
You’re in your kitchen, making yourself a late dinner, barefoot in a giant t shirt and panties, stirring some pasta, and open the video.
You: you want to roleplay? Color me shocked.
Bakugou: don’t really think you can kink shame me princess
You: no nicknames and no shame here
You: just surprised
You: I’ve actually got an outfit that might work for this
Bakugou: send me a picture
You: right now?
Bakugou: what, are you at work?
You snap a picture of your pasta and sauce, simmering low on the stove.
You: no but this is in a delicate spot and if I burn it i’ll cry
Bakugou: are you making puttanesca?
You: are you well versed in italian cuisine?
Bakugou: do you think it’s fucken cute to answer a question with a question?
You: do you find it cute?
Bakugou: jesus christ I wanna spank you bloody
You: lol it’s puttanesca yeah
Bakugou: that’s a lot of food for one person.
He’s pacing around his apartment, hating how fast his brain is moving, are you alone, he wants to ask, are you as nervous as he is, do you know what it’s doing to him that you cook, well apparently.
You: lol I just cook when I can in a big batch or I’d live on takeout.
You: when I take this off the heat i’ll send you a picture.
Bakugou: be wearing it.
You: of course.
It’s another forty five minutes before he hears from you.
You: sorry this actually took forever to find
You: photo.exe
Bakugou stops washing his face, and glances at his phone, nearly dropping it on the cool tile. You’re wearing a tight black catsuit, that dips low between your breasts.
Bakugou: perfect.
Bakugou: I’m serious with the safewords on this one though, you gotta fuckin’ communicate with me.
You: I do!!
Bakugou: mhm okay
You: I can be better
Bakugou: that’s a good girl.
You heave a sigh, it’s late, and he’s a pro hero, probably on some kind of diet, and it’s a bad idea, you know it is but by the time you’re seized by a violent regret it’s too late, you’ve already hit send.
You: if you haven’t eaten yet you can swing through for dinner.
Bakugou scoffs, it’s 9PM, of course he’s eaten, the dishes have been done, and the grilled chicken and vegetables are sitting in his stomach. He groans loudly, mashing his palms into his eye sockets.
Bakugou: yeah I haven’t eaten.
You: cool cool cool
Bakugou: what’s your apartment #
You: 1412
You have time to light a candle and blow it out several times before Bakugou arrives, you wriggle out of the catsuit and throw on some leggings and a flannel, hoping that’s neutral between catsuit and only a t- shirt. You open the door when he knocks, grateful he’s also stayed casual, jeans and grey t, but he leans down and kisses your cheek, and you get a whiff of his cologne, leather and cedar and citrus.
“Smells amazing in here.” he says softly.
“I like cooking,” you invite him in further and he glances around, it’s normal, normal enough some pictures of your family, comfortable couches, dark wood shelving units lined with books, “What, is it what you expected?” He shrugs.
“I did wonder if you lived in a dungeon,” he says gruffly, and you laugh lightly, gesturing to the plates you’ve made. He glances at the kitchen, you’ve made a complete mess. “Didya have me over so that you didn’t have to do dishes by yourself?”
“No, no promise.” You take a seat at your little table and he follows suit, twirling some pasta and spooning it into his mouth. You watch him carefully, but he doesn’t betray any reaction. “Okay, well?”
“It’s good.” He says, begrudgingly, and you preen at the praise, he watches you light up, “You cook often?”
“Never more than once a week.” There’s a touch of sadness to your voice. “Work.” He nods. “Is this weird, that I invited you over?” He thinks about it.
“Only because you woke up in my arms and practically sprinted out the door.” He says eventually, “Gettin’ over that fear of intimacy?”
“Oh almost certainly not,” you sigh. “But the company is nice, I think.” He reaches over and wipes some sauce off your face with a thumb, and you swallow nervously. This is Bakugou’s second dinner in so many hours, but he finishes it anyway, and the conversation is warm and inviting, and he’s treated to the sound of your genuine laughter as he describes his friends, and talks to you about his life and maybe you wouldn’t even have noticed the time passing if it weren’t for the empty plates in front of you. You sigh,
“I should get some sleep,” you glance over your shoulder, and he nods.
“I have afternoon patrol so I’m gonna stay up for a bit,” he stands, stretching a little, full of pasta. “Are you not gonna do those dishes?” You groan.
“I’ll do them tomorrow.” he shakes his head.
“Nah you’ll do ‘em now,” he holds a hand out to you, “I’ll help, c’mon.” you let him drag you to the kitchen, but you go noodly against him, flopping against his body, ignoring attempt to pull you forward, “Seriously,” he looks down at you, “Thought you were a big fuckin’ girl.”
“I hate cleaning.” You moan. “I’ll do it tomorrow, please,” he goes to stand at the sink.
“I’ll rinse, you dry. You’ll feel shitty if you wake up to a mess.” You sigh but obey, loading the dishwasher. He’s rinsing out the sink when he feels you cling to one of his arms. “You’re gonna get wet,” he cautions, and you moan,
“I’m done standing.” He smirks, and takes the sprayer, and squirts it all over you. “Oh, my god.” You flick water back at you and he sprays you again. “Bakugou!”
“Whatsa matter,” he drawls, and you leap at him, jumping into his arms even as he tries to catch you and hold you at arms length before you can use him as a human towel. “Shit, fuck,” you succeed in pressing your body to his, soaking through his thin t shirt, “Fuck you,” he throws you over his shoulder. You explode with giggles and he unceremoniously dumps you on the couch, climbing on top of you before you can slip away, pinning your wrists. There’s a moment, where he almost kisses you, as the laughter dies, and suddenly you’re two people, who are very very close to one another, faces warm, heart rates slowing.
“It’s late,” you whisper.
“Why did you invite me over?” He says back, low rasp sending shivers up your spine,
“I-” You start but his lips find your neck, “Bakugou,”
“Why,” he says in your ear, lips closing on it, biting down before continuing, “Did you invite me over,”
“I wanted you here.” You breathe, and he groans loudly before flopping on top of you, burying his face in your chest. “Is that okay?”
“As friends?” He says, not looking at you.
“Sure.” You say evenly. He lifts his head, then, trying to get a read on you. “I dunno, Bakugou, I wanted to see you. That’s all I know, that’s, that’s a lot for me to say that’s very vulnerable for me.” He nods, sitting up, hearing your throat tighten, even just a little.
“I uh, I get it.” He acts on impulse, and leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m not gonna push you, okay?” You nod.
“O-okay.” He stands.
“I’ll see ya this weekend, if you have time.” You nod.
“Yeah I’m um, I’m looking forward to it.” He pats the top of your head, and you walk him out.
Bakugou sits in the front seat of his car for a few minutes, then fumbles with his phone.
Bakugou: I’m gonna need you to hold the i told you so
Kirishima: sure
Bakugou: the girl
Kirishima: mhmmmmm
Bakugou: I might have feelings for her
Kirishima: yeah, duh
Bakugou: shut the fuck up
Bakugou: she spooks real easy tho, she’s super jumpy
Bakugou: AND for some reason she can’t just SAY what she’s thinking or feeling
Kirishima: can i have permission to mock you
Bakugou: fine.
Kirishima: so what’s it like dating yourself
Kirishima: hm
Kirishima: independent?
Bakugou: yeah she’s so self sufficient I goddamn hate it
Kirishima: workaholic?
Bakugou: chronically yeah
Kirishima: too smart for her own good?
Bakugou: absolutely
Kirishima: does she have your temper?
Bakugou: no she’s a fuckin’ angel
Kirishima: sounds like you oughtta lock it down.
Bakugou tosses the phone into the seat next to him, turning the engine of his car on and driving back to his apartment without turning on the radio. He parks, and picks it up again.
Bakugou: I’m seeing her this weekend. But just for sex.
Kirishima: so sweep her off her feet!!
Kirishima: have you talked about why she keeps things casual
Bakugou: she says she worked so much she’d ghost without meaning to. I think I gotta take it slow, if I want to do anything.
Kirishima: i mean if you’re looking to romance her it sounds like you have to show her you can fit into her life
Kirishima: assuming the sex is good
Bakugou: the sex is mind blowing.
Kirishima: maybe try and do things to make her life easier, show her that people can be an asset rather than a drain
Bakugou: mm
Kirishima: good idea kirishima
Kirishima: thanks bakugou you really appreciate me
Kirishima: yeah well it’s nice to be appreciated
Bakugou: shitty hair
Kirishima: Hm?
Bakugou: thanks. For talking shit out with me.
Kirishima: you’re welcome
Bakugou stands nervously in front of your apartment, freshly showered, a duffel bag on his shoulder, dressed in his summer hero costume and a jacket. He checks his phone before knocking, making sure he’s not too early, but 8 minutes early is practically on time, right? He raises a hand and raps the door, seconds later it swings open.
You step aside to let him in and he notes that this time, you don’t stiffen at his presence. You seem nearly relaxed. Which he takes as a good sign.
“So I have to admit,” you grin up at him, “I’m not an actress, or a villain.” He nods. “Are they really as theatrical as they seem on TV, with like the outfits, and stuff?” Bakugou thinks about it.
“The really dangerous ones aren’t.” he says, slipping his jacket off his shoulders, surprised when you take it from him, and hang it up in the hall closet, getting a whiff of the soft leather. “But you’re not gonna be anything I can’t handle.” You laugh, and smirk at him.
“Maybe this is my grand quirk reveal,” you tease, “And I’ll finally best the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” He squints at you.
“You’re quirkless?”
“Just call me a damsel in distress,” you mock sigh, “But yeah. I can’t do anything.” He shakes his head at you.
“Did you ever think you wanted to be a hero?” You lead him to the bedroom pulling the catsuit from the closet,
“You have to help me put this on, and um, no,” you shrug, “I’m not really athletically gifted, and I never had been before. It was a bit of a bummer, but I got over it.” Bakugou’s left hand twitches, he remembers something.
“Did kids bully you?” You cock your head at him. “For bein’ quirkless.” You sigh.
“Oh sure, for being quirkless, for being intense, and weird and liking things too much, or liking the wrong things, it’s all,” you step into the pant leg of the suit, pulling it up and then wriggle into the top of it, turning your back to him.
“Huh.” He says, zipping it up.
“I’m um,” you sigh, “This is probably TMI but don’t worry about me, I’ve got stuff, but I’m in therapy, I wouldn’t, I don’t need to rely on you for emotional support.” He nods, smoothing the zipper.
“As long as you know you could. If you wanted to.” He says simply, resting his hands on your hips, pulling you into his body, you can feel the warmth of his chest against your back. He kisses the top of your head, inhaling deeply, and he speaks right before you can respond. “You look fuckin’ insane in this,” he growls, “I basically dropped my phone when you sent that pic.”
“Really?” You say softly, shivering at his touch.
“Really.” He leans down and speaks in your ear. “Here are the rules for tonight. One, if you need to safeword, I need to know that you will.” You nod. “Say you understand.”
“I, I understand.”
“Two, we’re both gonna need aftercare after this, no kickin’ me out or some shit, alright?”
“Alright.” You shift your weight nervously.
“Three,” he says, “I’m gonna count to fifteen, and let you hide somewhere in the apartment, and when I find you, you’re gonna fight me.”
“Yes, sir.” You practically whimper, and he slaps your ass playfully.
“You sure you’re okay?” He asks. “I’m gonna check in, I’ll be careful. I promise I know what I’m doin’ and I’m not gonna leave any lasting damage.” You nod, and turn around in his hands, looking up him, eyes soft.
“Bakugou, I trust you.” He can’t stop himself, loses all self control, leans down and kisses you hard, cupping your face in his gloved hands. He takes over, pressing you against the wall, you rock onto your tiptoes and he lifts you off your feet, crushing your body against his. It’s a few minutes before he lets you go, setting you back down on the ground, cupping your face softly and staring at you. “Bakugou,” you whispers, “What was-”
“Fifteen.” He says, voice low and threatening, and your heart breaks into a sprint. “Fourteen.” You squeak and dart out of your bedroom.
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nymphobunnie · a month ago
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+ headcanons. 751 words.
+ contains. hawks, dabi, bakugou.
+ warnings. afab reader, degradation, overstimulation, praise, creampie, fem reader.
+ note from val. we need more fluff!! i will provide that.. eventually.
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he usually likes being on top and having the control, but has no problem letting you ride him
just lays back and enjoys the show
likes it better when you’re facing him because he gets to see all the cute expressions you make
he also gets to see your tits bouncing while you’re grinding on his cock
his hands wander, a lot!
he’ll grab your ass
play with your nipples
and he’ll buck up into you just to see your eyes roll back into your head
want to wipe that smug expression off of his face? edge him
ride his cock and as soon as he’s close to the edge, just stop
his dominant persona will disappear so quick
“Ngh- Why’d you stop? I was so fucking close. Come on, baby. Let me cum, please let me cum. Fuck! I wanna come so bad, I need it!”
keep denying him and he’ll get desperate
when you finally decide to let him cum, overload his senses
tease his nipples, tug on his hair and his wings, bounce on his cock
he’ll cum so hard, he’ll definitely be out of it for a while, his head just clouded with pleasure
$. DABI.
he’s more laid back and chill
this happens when he needs a little stress reliever after a long mission
he likes it more than he’d like to admit
it makes him feel taken care of? in a way
riding dabi is more passionate than rough
you’re the one in control which means he can’t go as hard as he normally does
it also mean you get the chance to admire and explore his body
this is the perfect time for some praise and body worship
compliment him and tell him about how good he makes you feel
leave hickeys and marks all over
he’s not good with words so he’ll show you he’s thankful by fucking your brains out
he’ll wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his chest before thrusting up
he’s not quiet about it either
he’ll moan out your name and throw your praise back at you
telling you about how beautiful you look
“You made me feel amazing, doll. Now let me return the favour, okay?”
another guy who’d rather top you
he gets very impatient, and he’d rather be the one in control
when you’re riding him he’s a huge brat
he’ll tease and taunt you the entire time
“Awh, don’t tell me you’re getting tired already? I knew you couldn’t handle me, babe.”
“I -fuck I don’t feel a-anything. Ngh- Fuck you!”
the only way to shut him up is to occupy his mouth with something else
gag him
the view will be amazing
looking at him underneath you, a drooling mess, trying to pretend he isn’t feeling good
switch up your pace too!
he’ll have such a hard time trying not to prematurely cream
and as soon as he finishes, don’t stop moving
his cock will be super sensitive and he can’t handle overstimulation
if you take off the gag you’ll hear his delicious broken moans, he won’t be able to think or speak
“What was that about not being able to handle you? Hm? Now I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied or until you beg me to, got that?”
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minifuyu · 10 days ago
has a fat dick. girthy. stretches you out deliciously. hurts so good. always has you feeling so full, literally stuffed to the brim. cock so thick it has tears welling in your eyes every time they snap their hips up into yours, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that always manages to have you reeling for more. veiny too, you can feel them as you swipe your tongue against the length of him, some being thicker than the others. has a particularly big one running from the base of their cock to the tip. pretty pink tip. blushes so easily. sometimes it’s hard to fit inside you, just the tip making you suck in breaths. give it a few kisses and it’ll be dribbling, pre cum spilling from the slit embarrassingly fast, straining down his length down to his balls. <33
-. ken, hakkai, ran, takemichi, kakucho, uzui, rengoku, gyomei, denki, izuku, kiri, yuuji, toji, choso, shoyo, atsumu, kiyoomi, koganegawa, iwaizumi, asahi itto
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anime-nymph · a month ago
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Pairing: Bakugou x f!reader
Tags/tw: breeding kink, marking, established relationship, mating press, light daddy + mommy use (bc pregnancy stuffs), mention of lactation
WC: 1.4k
A/N: Day 3 with breeding boy Bakugou <3 thanks again to my betas @vanille--kiss @meiansmistress
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"What if we made our gifts this year?"
Bakugou looks up from his phone, his eyes a darker red than usual and his lips curled in a small, rare smile. "I think it'd be fun."
You look at him with scrunched eyebrows, mind scrambling to understand. Your anniversary is in the fall, Valentine's day was last month… there are no approaching holidays. "What gift, Katsu?"
"Our Christmas gifts." His smile widens as your brows furrow further in obvious confusion, and he lifts himself out of his seat and pads over to you.
"That's like… ten months away," you point out slowly.
"Yeah," he mumbles, picking up your hand and playing with your fingers as he sits next to you. "Ten months, forty weeks…"
Your eyes widen as he pulls your hand towards him, sucking one finger into his mouth, vermillion eyes darkening with an obvious need.
"...W-wait. You mean it?" You breathe the words, moaning softly as his tongue teases the pad of your fingers. Your heart begins to thud in your chest as you realize what he’s saying.
You've mentioned wanting to settle down with a family before, but Bakugou had never seemed overly interested in the idea, too focused on rising through the hero ranks.
Little did you know he’s enamored with the idea of you waddling around with a swollen belly, carrying his child. There’s nothing he wants more, he just wanted to wait until he was sure you were both ready—and he’s ready now.
"God yes," he groans, kissing you fervently. Your moans grow louder, but muffled as he continues to kiss you deeply, his tongue demanding control like always. When he pulls away, your lips are flushed and swollen. "I can't wait to see you with our kid, you'd be such a good mom."
Your heart soars as he scoops you up and starts carrying you back to the bedroom. "Now's a good time to try, yeah?" He grunts, pulling your shirt off and smooths his hands down your sides.
It takes a moment for you to realize that he's been tracking your cycle, your eyes going glassy as that little tidbit finally seems to help you register how serious he is about this. "I-I'm ovulating for three more d-days."
Bakugou hushes you soothingly, kissing your cheeks softly as your eyes grow wet with happy tears. "You're gonna look so sexy swollen with our kids, gonna be my hot little mama."
Just the idea of your soft body plump with his offspring has his cock raging hard in the confines of his pants, and with a watery laugh you reach down to brush your hand against it, eliciting a low moan from him.
You both quickly strip and Bakugou can barely contain himself, pushing you back into the bed and climbing on top of you, grinding his weeping cock against your thigh.
Despite what many people think, there's a side to Katsuki that is soft. He just doesn't show it to anyone but you, he says your the only person in the this world of extras that deserves to know the real him.
His fingers find your entrance, slipping between your damp folds to slick them up before finding your clit. You find yourself arching into his touch with quiet whimpers, sighing his name against his lips as he kisses you languidly, your body lighting up with pleasure as he applies just the right amount of pressure to the small bundle of nerves. "Ah, Katsuki more!" You plead softly, bucking up into his touch. "I want you, wanna feel you."
But Katsuki is still Katsuki. No matter how soft his center is, he still has those rough edges that you adore and crave.
His groan turns into a low growl as his lust begins to get the better of him. He thrusts two fingers into your tight heat, curling them against the soft spot inside you that has you gushing over his fingers in little time at all, crying out his name as you twitch into an orgasm. Your whines only fuel his desire like gasoline on fire, making him scissor his fingers quickly, trying to prepare you for his cock.
Once he’s deemed that you’re as ready as both of your impatience can handle, Bakugou settles between your thighs, slicking his cock between your folds before slowly pushing inside. Your cunt is still sensitive from your first high, clamping down on the thick intrusion. Your eyes roll back as the veins on his cock rub against your g-spot as he slides in, stretching your walls unrelentingly until he’s seated deep inside your fluttering cunt, pressing almost painfully against your unprotected cervix. You ignore the pain, the idea of him cumming so close to your womb making you clench and whimper needily.
"Move Katsu, fuck me please. Want your babies."
"Fuck," Bakugou growls, immediately snapping his hips forward, pressing your thighs up towards your chest so that he thrust into you more deeply. "You're gonna be so pretty stuffed with my cum, aren'tcha?"
Your moans are swimming through his ears as he leans down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, sucking them greedily as he imagines what they'd look like swollen with milk. He nearly cums at the thought, throbbing inside your gummy walls, but he wills it down for your sake.
He's growling against your chest and you can barely make out his words through the haze of pleasure as he fucks into you, the drag of his veiny cock against your velvety walls already pushing you towards another high.
You force yourself to focus on him, listening over the obscene squelch of him driving into your sopping cunt, only to clench down on his cock when you finally make out the filthy words spewing from his lips.
"Gonna make you a mommy, baby girl. Gonna fill this pussy up, breed you 'til you're knocked up with my kid. You ready to be a mommy, hah? All round, tits full of milk..."
His eyes are glazed over, lost in his imaginings as he continues to fuck into you, pelvic bone bumping against your clit with each thrust. Each word pushes you closer and closer to pleasure, but it's when he pulls your hips, changing the angle and sinking impossibly deeper into your cunt that you cream around his length with a loud cry.
"Daddy!" You whine, eyes rolling as pleasure curls your toes, shuddering as waves of ecstasy render you breathless, your nails raking down his back as you search for a way to ground yourself.
You don't even realize that you said it until Bakugou curses.
"Shit that's right, cum for daddy." With a loud groan, Bakugou pushes your thighs even closer to your chest, bending you practically in half as he forces your body into a mating press. His cock is now slamming into your poor overstimulated pussy, and he can hear the squelching of your juices, the slap of his cum-heavy balls against your ass.
His cock is throbbing inside you, just on the edge of release, but he can't hold off any longer when he hears your happy dazed little mewling, completely lost in pleasure. "Feels so good.. gonna make you a daddy, Katsu... Gonna have your cute little babies..."
Your moans almost harmonize as Bakugou cums, a load of thick cum splashing right against your cervix, each hot rope making you shudder and slur. "So good, baby. Feel s'full."
He lets your legs fall to wrap around his waist instead, not pulling out in favor of holding you close. He likes the idea of plugging you full of his cum, not wasting a drop. It gives him a near feral sense of satisfaction.
Your head drops to where Bakugou is nuzzling against your neck, sucking dark possessive marks from there all the way down to your chest. He always got like this after sex, and it makes you feel loved, proud that he wants to claim you so visibly.
Your eyes shoot open with a sharp moan as Bakugou rolls his hips, sensitive walls clamping down on his still hard cock. It isn't often that he's ready to go again right after, normally he needs at least a few minutes. "K-katsu?"
"You said three days," Bakugou growls against your neck, soothing the marks with his tongue. "I'm not leavin' this sweet pussy 'til I'm sure it takes. I've gotta be sure."
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killsaki · 2 months ago
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touya hates the couch in the living room, but for you, he’d sit on it every second of the day.
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touya todoroki x f!reader
cw/tw: quirkless au, college au, roommates/bestfriends to lovers, shitty frat/rich boy!keigo, reader tells keigo no & he ignores it, soft, sweet, consensual sex w touya.
6709 words. | minors dni.
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“don’t be a fucking idiot.” you hear your best friend yell over his shoulder from his seat on the couch that doesn’t belong to you nor him but somehow made its way into the apartment that the two of you share.
“i don’t think that’s something you can call someone who has a higher iq than you do.” you laugh back, expecting his usual disgusted face that you usually get when you poke at him. instead you’re met with a death glare from over his arm that slung over the back of the couch, something you physically react to, which earns a scoff from him as he turns back to the tv.
“if you’re so smart, you’d know he’s just going to try and fuck you.”
you know touya’s just trying to look out for you, in his own stupid way. and you also know that keigo doesn’t have the best reputation when it came to relationships. not that most girls minded, because that one night with him was seemingly enough for most of them, that is until he stopped replying to their messages the next day.
but you also know that touya is no better than keigo is. so even if all the things keigo has filled your head with in the past two weeks is bullshit, all the sweet texts and late night phone calls, at least you’ll be trying something new. instead of sitting in your room listening to your roommate fuck some random’s throat on that same couch.
“don’t call me to pick you up when he starts being a fucking creep,” he stretches his tattoo’d arms, not bothering to look back at you. “i’m having bitch over, so i’ll be busy.”
“because it’s so hard for you to get up from a blowjob?” you say nonchalantly, slipping your jacket off the hook and onto your body.
“exactly.” he glances up at you again when you reach for the door, only making eye contact for a second, that permanently bored look etched on his face as his eyes drag down your body, more than likely judging your outfit choice, before he snaps his head back to his phone. “now fuck off, she’ll be here soon.”
you can only sigh before securing your shoes on your feet and leaving out the door, being met with the bright smile and even brighter red car that both belong to keigo takami. you watch as he pushes himself off his car, phone shoved into his pocket, freeing both of his hands to rest at your waist.
“you look..” he starts, eyes dragging down between the two of you before meeting yours again, that pretty grin never once leaving his face. “god, do i feel underdressed.”
“stop it.” you shake your head, resting your hands against his chest that’s adorned with a tight black t-shirt, fingers playing with the gold chain that rests on top of it. “i think you look great how you are.”
“oh, you think?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
“i think.” you confirm, letting go of the pendant and tapping his chest. “you ready to go?”
“i thought we could just stand here for the rest of the night.”
playfully, you swat at his chest, laughing when he lets out the fakest of groans, clutching his chest dramatically. once he finally ‘recovers’, he opens the passenger door of his car for you, letting you settle inside before closing it behind you and jogging over to the driver's side.
the rest of the night seems to go just as good. with him as chivalrous, just as sweet; he lets you play whatever you want on the aux, even nodding along with it, though there’s no way in hell he’s ever actually heard half of the songs that you play. he’d opened all your doors for you, pulled out your chair at the restaurant, and of course paid for your food despite the way you insisted you could pay for it on your own.
“everything tonight is my treat,” he smiled for the umpteenth time, something that you’ve found to be progressively harder to deny; something so sweet that it distracts you from the possible venom behind the next words that fall from his mouth. “you can always pay me back another time.”
it’s fine after that even, or it seems to be. after dinner, he insists on ice cream. the desert menu at the restaurant was just a bit too pricey for either of your liking, so the local mom and pop’s shop would suffice, if not exceed the fifteen dollar small plate of chocolate cake that you could’ve had.
“it feels so good out tonight.” you hear him say, one arm resting around your frame. “we should drive around and eat.”
the breeze does have plenty of warmth to it, so much that you actually ditched your jacket. you agree without much thought, smiling and leaning into his sturdy frame. as the line moves up. he starts chatting you up about one of the bands you played on the ride over, going on about how every other song seemed to be by them. the two of you talk music until you’re back in his car, then you’re having to struggle to eat because he just won't stop making you laugh.
you’re so caught up in the charm that you don't even notice whenever he pulls into the empty parking lot and rolls the windows down before he kills the engine.
“you’re so easy to talk to.” he rests his head back on the seat, before rolling it over to look at you. “thanks for hanging out with me.”
you can feel warmth creep on your cheeks as you play in the last bits of your now melted ice cream.
“why wouldn’t i?”
he laughs, raising an eyebrow. “i don't really see you hanging out with anyone.” he shrugs, glancing down to the cold cup that’s still nearly full in his hand.
“well, i’ll have you know,” you furrow your eyebrows playfully. “i hang out with my roommate whenever we’re in the living room at the same time, and that’s at least twice a week.”
you can feel yourself soften into the seat at the sound of his soft laugh, warmth blooming in your chest when his deep dimples show in the dim light from the parking lot.
he stares at you for just a moment, golden eyes glancing down to your lips back up to meet yours again. he leans in without another word, meeting your lips with his own and you can taste the vanilla ice cream on his tongue before he even slides it into your mouth.
his free hand comes up to cup your nape, fingers digging into your skin to pull you deeper into the kiss,
“d’you wanna get in the back seat?” he nods behind him as if you needed to know where it was.
“actually, keigo.. i don’t want-”
“fuck!” he jumps back, pulling at the crotch of his pants to keep the now spilled cold and runny ice cream from touching his skin.
“holy shit how did you-”
“is- i gotta- fuck, it’s gonna stain.”
you can’t help but laugh at the whine in his voice at the idea of his precious khaki pants staining with white, his head snaps over to you struggling to hide the sound.
“you think this is funny?” his eyes widen, as he looks back down to the mess in his lap. “i gotta go change.”
he starts the car again, one hand still holding the material off his skin the best he can manage as he maneuvers his way back to the big blue house with unreadable greek letters on the front. you find that it’s quiet, light chatting coming from the living room, and some gun fire playing off the tv, but not much other than that.
“you can come and wait in my room if you’d like, i’m just gonna shower.” he motions his free hand up the stairs, smiling when you start padding behind him.
another thing that catches you off guard is how clean his room is. not that he comes off as a dirty kind of guy, and it’s not like any of the rumours about him ever included his decor choices, but it was just so neat. no clutter, no cups, not even a sock hanging out of his laundry basket.
letting yourself fall onto his perfectly made bed, and almost instantly regretting it when the comforter wrinkles underneath you, you finally check your phone, finding messages from your roommate you must've missed the vibrations from over twenty minutes ago.
stinky bastard: | hows it going? |
stinky bastard: | not that i give a shit |
you nearly snort at the time stamps, how they were sent within the same minute and all you can think about is how fast he tried to recover from showing that he does in fact give a shit.
sent: | thought you were busy? |
after you press send, you lock your phone. it had been nearly half an hour ago since he sent that, so if he wasn’t then, he most likely is now. you’re most likely not going to get another reply for another thirty min- ding.
stinky bastard: | dont avoid my fuckin question |
stinky bastard: | but i’m getting my dick sucked as we speak |
sent: | make sure you clean the couch this time when you’re done |
stinky bastard: | spit that has been on my balls is an upgrade for this couch |
you audibly laugh at that, remembering all the times he’d be in his boxers, and you’d catch him walking from the bathroom with a wet rag about to wipe up the mess left on the couch seat, mumbling about how he should just ‘throw the fuckin’ thing out.’ as if the two of you could afford a new one.
sent: | what do you have against the poor couch? |
stinky bastard: | a lot, actually. |
you hover your thumbs over the keyboard, shaking your head at your roommate and his imaginary beef with the inanimate object before the sound of the shower turning off catches your attention, but another buzz brings you back to your phone.
stinky bastard: | he being a creep yet? |
sent: | touya, no |
you stand, though you’re not really sure why. tapping the corners of your phone, you walk mindlessly over to the dresser, glancing up at your reflection before turning to lean against it.
stinky bastard: | she’s not too good so i could come get you if you needed |
sent: | i’m fine, touya |
“sorry,“ you hear keigo apologize as he enters the room. “i forgot to grab some clothes.”
you look up to see him draped only in a white towel, one that’s tied loosely around his waist, looking like it’s going to fall any second as he closes the door behind him. heat creeps it’s way back up into your cheeks and you’re sure you look insane with how wide your eyes have gotten.
“don’t worry, i’ll go get dressed in the bathroom.” he laughs, no doubt trying to put your crazy expression at ease.
“right, yeah.” you mumbled, nodding, trying to look anywhere but at his toned chest, or at the way the water was still dripping from his hair down to the dips of his sculpted stomach, or even at the line of dirty blonde hair that leads below the towel to only god- and twenty something girls on campus- know what.
you feel him before you realize that he’s actually there. standing in front of you smirking as he looks down at you, and you can feel the heat off of his body, for a second you just stand there wondering if he’s always that warm or if the warmth of the shower is still sticking to him.
“you know,” his hands find themselves on your waist once again, his head tilted down as he leans his lips to brush against yours. “if you didn’t want me to put any clothes on, you could’ve said that.”
you gasp when you realise where you’ve come to stand and that you’re quite literally blocking the man from putting anything on.
“i’m sorry, i-”
he shushes you, nudging you to look up at him with his nose.
“it’s okay,” his voice is soft, then same as his lips as they press against yours once again. slowly, you ease into it, just like you did before. but the weight of his hands feel heavy, like sandpaper against your skin as they dip under your clothes and drag against your skin
his mouth makes it’s way from your own down to your chin, where he leaves open kisses against your neck. “i’d just end up taking them back off anyways.”
you feel him part your legs with his knee, hands gripping into your softness to pull you closer to him, to control your movements as he tries to get you to grind down against him.
“keigo, i don’t-” a sound escapes you at the worst possible moment when he starts to suck on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck. and the sound of his voice, soft and condensing in your ear makes you want the floor to swallow you whole.
“sounds like you do to me.”
you push at his chest to no avail, his sturdy body locking you into his own.
“keigo-” you groan as the uncomfortable feeling of him sucking your skin between his teeth. “please,” you plead, though you’re not even sure he’s listening. “stop.”
“i’m sorry,” he pulls back finally, leaning his forehead against your own, one of his hands coming to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. “you’re just so pretty.”
“thank you, keigo, i’m just-” you can feel the shake in your voice as you speak and your face grows hotter when you know he can hear it.
“what’s wrong, dove?”
you’re sure if the situation wasn’t what it was, that pet name would make your heart soar.
“i’m not comfortable.” you admit, hoping he would drop all of it so that you could go back to the light hearted conversations that started the night.
“right.” he nods, pulling back slowly. “the bed’s probably better anyways.” that smile plasters itself back on his face and you feel your heart sink into your stomach when he tugs you by your wrist with him.
you thank whatever deity is out there watching over you when a crash downstairs stops him in his tracks. though the feeling of relief is quickly washed away with the grip he still holds on you and look on his face as snaps his head over to the door with naked anger, the cracks of his nice guy facade stripping down.
“you can’t fucking go up there!”
a slam follows the shout, and another after that.
“watch me.”
there’s heavy steps up the stairs, sounds that echo through the otherwise quiet house. just as keigo begins to let go of you, to approach the door to his room, it swings open and your roommate stands at the entryway staring back at you.
“can i help you?” keigo chimes in, stepping in front of you, trying to break eye contact between you two.
“nah, piss stain, you can’t.” touya quickly retorts, not sparing him a look, still eyeing you over the shorter man’s shoulder.
“what are you doing here?” you blink, words barely above a whisper but you know they both hear you.
“you didn’t text me back.” he shrugs.
“we’re busy.” keigo makes it a point to adjust his towel slightly before looking back over his shoulder with a smirk. “isn’t that right?”
you can’t miss how touya’s lip ring twitches, a habit he’s picked up when he’s trying to bite his tongue.
“no,” you let out meekly, bumping shoulders with the blonde as you walked past him, hoping touya’s presence would spare you from another bruising grab at your wrist, and lucky you, it does. “we weren’t.”
you miss the deathly glare they give one another, but you do turn around in time to catch a glimpse of keigo’s back tattoo as he throws his phone into the mattress. you think about how all the other girls described the wings to be so beautiful, how his muscles flexing only added to the serene scene, and now you start to wonder if any other part of their stories were just as fabricated.
“thank you.” you sigh as you lean your head against his back, hands wrapped firmly around his waist as he moves to start the bike’s engine.
“i wasn’t doing anything anyways.” you feel him shrug before he hits the kickstand with this boot and heads out onto the street.
there’s something comforting about being this close to touya, despite how just minutes ago you felt like you needed to scrub your body clean and you never wanted to be less than two feet away from anyone ever again. the way touya relaxes under you, how he breathes calmly despite being on a two wheel death machine, the smell of his three in one clinging to his skin, it makes you want to fall asleep right there. and you almost do, if not for the, again, two wheeled death machine.
he doesn’t say anything when the two of you make it back to the apartment, or whenever you get out of the shower, he leaves your favorite snacks on the counter without even asking if you wanted them. and when you come into the living room, you find him in his spot on the corner of the couch with the fuzzy blanket of his that you always threaten to steal right next to him.
you sit down, taking the blanket and wrapping yourself in it. two of you sit in silence for a while, save the sound of you digging into the plastic that holds your snacks and the show that play quietly on the tv. but there’s not much that you can really find the energy to say. slowly, you start to lean into his warmth, thankfully humming whenever he drops his arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest.
“i’ll kick his teeth in if you want me to.” he whispers against the crown of your head.
you breathe a laugh out, shaking your head.
“or i could get some money off my old man and pay someone else to do it.” he rubs your arm slowly, his warm hands, as callous as they are, feel like silk as they brush against you. “since you care too much about me getting into trouble.”
you let out a small giggle out that time, a weak smile creeping up on your face.
“and why would you think that?”
you know your voice sounds broken, that all the crying you did in the shower took its toll and that it would be obvious now, but with touya, you can’t find a reason to care.
“because i know you.” he leans his cheek against your head, pulling you a little closer to his side. “you care too much about everything.”
you sigh, relaxing further into his hold.
“you think that’s why i wanted to go with him?” you ask, not really expecting an answer. “‘cause if everything he said was true, if he really meant all the sweet things he said to me-”
“you thought it would hurt his feelings.” you feel touya’s head shake slowly. “guys like that don’t even have feelings.”
“you don’t have feelings either though.” you joke, looking up at him whenever you feel his weight lift off of you.
you’re met with those bright blue eyes looking back into yours.
“and what makes you think that?”
your breath catches in your throat when you realise how close the two of you are, how much different it all is with him compared to the piece of shit you’d been with earlier.
“all the girls you have over..” you start but the sight of him twitching his lip ring catches your train of thought and you can’t find any words to finish the sentence.
“they come willingly.” he states, brows furrowing like he’s thinking over his words. “but i guess i don’t feel anything with them,” he rolls his head back towards the tv, lip rings swinging back and forth before he speaks again. “not unless i picture them as you.”
your mind swims with too many thoughts to even begin to process what he could mean by that.
“i’m not some kind of fucking creep, and i wouldn’t try anything after the shit you’ve been through tonight, i just,” he throws his head back on the couch staring up at he ceiling as he sighs. “i don’t know why the fuck i opened my mouth.”
“touya,” you squeeze your eyes closed, letting out a deep breath before you move, pushing yourself up to straddle his lap. he doesn’t move an inch, not even to pick his head up to look at you when you settle there. and he probably would just stay like that if you didn’t physically pick up his head and force him to look at you. “what the fuck are you saying?”
he just blinks at you for a moment, those pretty eyes searching for something in yours. you can feel his pulse under your fingertips, his soft, warm skin thumping slightly under your touch.
“i don’t have feelings,” he sighs, leaning his cheek into your palm, eyes still focused on you. “not until it comes to you.”
you open your mouth to speak, but the words leak out of your brain before you can form any kind of sentence with them.
“i can’t say sweet shit to make you like me, or take you to nice ass resturants with those fancy fucking forks,” you start to panic when your heart beats against your chest, afraid that he’ll be able to feel it aswell. “but i sit on this stupid ass couch all fucking day, waiting for you to come in here and talk to me because you’re the only person who makes me feel anything.”
“and i let you go on that date with that fucker knowing damn well how fucking sick he is-”
“touya.” you interrupt, thumbs running over the highs of his cheeks.
he closes his mouth, blinking at you, waiting for whatever else you wanted to say, though he’d be fine if you just said his name again and again until time ended.
“kiss me.”
and he listens, slowly he leans down, giving you every chance to push him away, to tell him nevermind, that you didn’t actually want him to. but it never comes, instead you lean forward, still cradling his face in your hands as your lips mesh with his. it’s soft, slow, each move of your lips against his feels so full of purpose, so full of feeling.
cautiously, like you’re a wild bunny going to jump from his lap at any second, he rests his hands at your sides, just feeling your body above him. only resting the weight of them fully when you start humming happily into his mouth at the contact.
his hands feel warm and light against your skin, setting your ablaze under every inch that they trail over. you melt into him, you go to move your hands from his face, to find perch in his hair or on his shoulders to pull yourself closer to him, but they don’t get far off his cheeks before he’s capturing your wrists and keeping them there.
“don’t,” he warns when you pull back to speak. “just don’t.”
you laugh, leaning back in only to be stopped.
“not here,” he shakes his head, still keeping your hands attached to his face. “not on this stupid fucking couch.”
you lean your head back in laughter, something that brings a small smile onto touya’s face, something only you can do. a moment later, he’s dragging you to the door of his room and leading you in. the hold he has on you is loose, giving you every chance to pull away but you continue to follow him.
he walks over to change the color of his led lights, letting you linger behind him and take in the sight of his room. it’s a little messy, with things thrown here and there, but not too bad where you can’t walk or see his floor. surprisingly enough it smells good, like pine and a campfire.
“stop looking at my mess.” he mumbles coming back to you, pulling your hands back up to his face.
“but, i like your mess.” you say back, watching as his white teeth peek from behind his lips, reflecting the dark blue light in a way that makes your heart skip a few beats.
“you’re crazy, you know that?” he shakes his head, ducking down to pull you into another kiss, the two of you stumbling blindly until the back of your legs meet his bed and you fall out of his hold and on your back.
“then what does that make you?” you breath as you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he picks up your thighs and shoves you farther on his bed.
“if you’re crazy, i’m in-fucking-sane.”
he peels his shirt off by the bottom hem, exposing his tattooed stomach that you can’t remember if you’ve ever paid attention to before. his hands fall just above your shoulders as he leans down over you, nudging you chin with his nose in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. the feeling of his lips dragging up the column of your neck making heat start to pool in your stomach. you whine out something adjacent to his name as he starts to pepper kisses along your collarbone, and you can feel the comforter underneath you tighten with his fist.
a shaky breath is let out against your skin before he pulls himself back up to look into your eyes, resting his against yours and you can’t help but press your lips against his again despite that he definitely was about to say something. when you pull back, his eyes are closed and he’s nearly panting against your lips.
“you sure about this?” his eyes flutter open to look for your response, one that comes in a nod.
“say it for me.” he whispers, so softly that you’re sure if your bodies weren’t pressed together you wouldn’t have been able to hear it.
“i want you, touya.”
and his lips are on yours again, soft and sweet in a way that is anything but touya, but just like him all the same. the kiss is passionate, deep enough to pull sounds from your throat and make you completely dizzy. so much so that you wouldn’t even have noticed when he has started to pull your shirt off if he didn’t ask for permission before he did it, same with your shorts, and every other piece of clothing that you had left.
with each one he strips off of you, he presses kisses to the spot that the fabric had left bare for him, first your stomach, then the top of your thigh, followed by your sternum, then your hips. each press of his lips against your sensitive skin leaves you more eager, fills your stomach with want, and no doubt is leaving you with a mess of arousal between your thighs, waiting for him to finally touch you where you wanted him most.
you groan at the thought of his fingers, the silver that is somehow cold against his burning skin as they graze down your sides, and squeeze at the soft of your thighs. and gasp at the feeling of his lips, soft and also adored with cool metal as he kisses from your navel up to your throat.
“what is it?” he mumbles into your skin. “hm, baby?” his lips find their way to your ear, words hot against the shell of it.
“i wanna feel you, touya.” you whisper, hands reaching around his shoulder to hold him against you.
“but i’m all over you, doll.” he tsk’s back, obviously wanting you to be more clear with what you’re asking for.
“i want to feel you inside of me, touya.” you can feel your cheeks heat with the blunt words but you can’t find a reason to care, not if it’ll lead you to finally seeing how far his fingers can reach.
“oh, is that all?” he lets out a shaky laugh, fake confidence starting to crack as he shifts his weight onto one of his forearms, looking between your face and his hand that traces down the curves of your body until it meets with the apex of your thighs.
“you just tell me when to stop.” he whispers before kissing you, leaving himself hovering just above your lips.
his middle finger comes to slide along your slit, up to meet your clit with a few experimental circles around it. it draws a gasp from your lips, the feeling of the tip of it prodding at your entrance enough to force another out of you.
“did you hear me?” he asks, voice still soft.
you nod in response, not trusting your voice when you’re so doped out on the promise of ecstasy. but, clearly that wasn’t the right answer, you notice as he pulls his hand from your heat to rub at your thigh.
“i heard you, touya.” you whine out. “i’ll tell you when i want you to stop, i swear, please just fucking touch me.”
and again, he listening to your plead, fingers instantly finding their way back to your cunt. the tip of his middle finger starting to prod against your entrance, his lips making their way to your jaw as he starts to press in, his ear as close to your mouth as he could get it without being completely obvious.
pretty little gasps tumble from your lips as he starts a rhythm with it, pushing it all the way into the knuckle, letting you feel the cool metal against your cunt before he pulls back out, turning his wrist as he does so. you have his finger completely soaked by the second time he does this, which only motivates him to give you-
“more.” you whimper desperately.
he adds another, turning his wrist so he can press his fingertips up against that soft wall that has you letting out even sweeter, louder sounds. each flick of his hand has you seeing stars, the knot of pleasure in your stomach starting to fray away already, and each sound you tumble out, each pulse of your walls around his digits, has him grinding harder into the mattress below you.
“wait, wait, wait-” you say with no real urgency, cursing yourself of shaving off your high.
he retreats from your body immediately, leaning up on his knees so that he wasn’t touching you at all.
“you okay? did i hurt you?” he puts his hands up, making it easy for you to grab them and pull him back on top of you before he tries to slip off the bed completely.
you shake your head to answer his question as he eases himself back over you.
“i said i wanted to feel you, touya.”
you can see even in the dim blue light how his eyes widen the slightest bit, the way his mouth parts and you can feel the way his hands twitch again into the blanket by your head.
“yeah?” his voice is shaky, breathier than before. “is that really what you want?”
“mhm,” you hum back, feeling secure with him, knowing that with touya, this was safe, you were safe. “i want you, touya.”
“fuck,” he pulls himself from you, reaching over and digging through his nightsand drawer for god knows what before returning back to you with a shiny package that he bites and tears with his teeth. “you just tell me-”
“when to stop;” you finish for him. “i know, i will.”
he smirks down at you as he tugs the top of his boxers down, not missing the way your eyes dart down to catch sight of the size of him. and god does he revel in the way you lick your lips at the way his cock slaps up against his stomach. your eyes flutter between his face and the way he slowly unrolls the condom down the length of him.
“can i?” you ask, not expecting to hear the groan that’s only muffled by the way he bites his lip.
after he nods, hand retreating from his cock, letting it slap back up against his belly button, you lean up on your forearm, reaching to wrap around it and work the condom down just the tiniest bit faster. you can’t help but try to savour the sweet seconds that his hips jump forward towards your fist, or the way the curve of it feels against your palm. you regret not dragging it out longer because the second it seems to be completely unrolled, he’s pushing your shoulder back into the bed.
“such a tease.” you hum against his lips, one arm coming to rub his shoulders, the other cradling the back of his head. you mimic the feeling of his smile against your mouth, but it only lasts for a moment. the feeling of him rubbing the tip of his cock along your slit enough to make your face drop with pleasure. he takes his time, circling your clit with it before sliding it down to your entrance to push in the smallest bit before pulling his hips back again and repeating the motion all over.
“‘nd i’m the te-” you try to huff, only to be cut off by touya finally pushing past the head into your warmth. even with just a few shallow strokes, you can feel him pressing up against your most sensitive spots.
“were you saying somethin’?” he laughs above you, watching your face in awe as your eyes roll back with each cant forward of his hips. “c’mon,” you hear his voice become breathy once again. “let me hear you.”
and without a second thought, you let your lips part, each sound falling from your throat without a care. you mind too focus on the way his cock stretches you, how the tip of him presses so perfectly against your g-spot, how full he makes you feel and he hasn’t even fully bottomed out.
“‘so good” you whimper out as he drags his hips back once again, the slow, sensual pace making it even harder to work your brain.
he drops down closer to you, lips against your own like he wanted to taste every moan you made.
“‘s good, baby?” he asks softly, hips stuttering for a second but never once losing their gentle pace.
“mhm,” you attempt to hum, a moan making you drag out the ‘m’ longer than you intended. “feel so good, touya.”
his head drops to your shoulder where he leaves open mouth kisses that only make the feeling in your stomach ten times hotter. it makes you roll your hips up into his desperately, trying to get some friction against your clit, wanting just to get over the edge.
“slow down,” he warns, grabbing your hip with one of his big palms. “if you- fuck-” his hips fall flush with your own when your walls start to grip around him, which makes both of you let out ugly noises simountaliously. “tell me what you need.”
“my clit, i just-” you pant, trying again to roll your hips without any luck. “please, please, i need it.”
not a second later is his hand off your waist and his thumb is stuck to your clit, rubbing perfect circles against it that send warmth spilling out of your cheeks and sending it all down to your cunt. he starts his hips again, the extra stimulation almost sending you over already if your throbbing walls and shaking thighs were anything to go by.
“gonna cum with me?” he asks, knowing your far too gone to answer. “we’re almost there, baby.”
his pace becomes sloppier, faster, but never rougher, the sound of his balls sticking against your ass with each deep thrust he gives mixes with the desperate, pathetically needy sounds fill the room as you both start to feel the static spread through your veins, white and blue heat shooting into your vision and making your body spasm together.
it takes both of you a minute to move, to do anything other than hold one another and try to calm your breathing. but once you both finally come down, touya is pulling himself from you with a groan, face full of disgust as he pulls off the condom and ties it. squeezing it just the slightest bit in front of you so that you both could be sure there were no complications with the rubber. you throw your arm over your eyes as touya walks out to the room and flicks on the light to what has to be the bathroom. you don’t even move when he returns, just letting him take the warm wash cloth and clean you up before he retreats out of the room once again.
“aht aht.” he shakes your leg when he returns, sweats hanging low on his hips. “like hell we’re sleeping in here.”
you would laugh at him were it not for how sleepy you actually were.
“but ‘m tired.” you mumble, rolling over into his pillow.
“it smells like balls in here. lets go to your room.” he offers, gently pulling you up off his mattress.
“so your room can’t smell like balls, but the living room can?” you roll your head against him, letting him hold the majority of your weight as he leads you to your room.
“gross.” you retort as he sits you on the edge of your bed. “hey, touya.”
“hey, baby.” he responds back, pulling someone’s shirt over your head.
“why did you bring all those girls over here if you liked me?”
the shirt smells like him, you decide.
“because i’m an idiot.”
you nod, not paying any mind to the way he scoffs at the action.
“and why did you always do stuff with them on the couch?”
“because that’s where i always see you,” his hands come to lay on your shoulders as he pulls you back off the mattress. “it was easiest to picture you when we were out there.”
he pulls down your comforter and helps you ease back into the bed, handling you like glass the entire time.
“i guess that makes sense.” you sigh into the pillow, eyes still closed as he lets himself into your bed.
“it doesn’t.”
you don’t waste a second before laying on his chest, not that he doesn’t welcome you by wrapping his arms around you immediately.
“oh and touya,” you start again, making his heart race. thinking it'd be another question about the girls he continued to bring over like an idiot.
“you think we can get rid of the couch now?”
you can feel the vibration of his laugh from where you lay, and sleepily, you half smile at it.
“where am i gonna sit to talk to you then?” he answers with a question of his own.
“right here.” you pat his bare abdomen, fingers moving on their own the moment after to trace the dips of his muscle.
“i dunno,” he sucks in a breath. “we had our first kiss there, it has sentimental value now.”
you raise up quickly from where you lay to snap your head up at him, though it’s probably less intimidating because it takes you a moment to actually open up your eyes.
“kidding.” he assures, pulling you back onto him by your shoulder. “i can always steal some money from my old man for a new one.”
“and we can pick the new one together?” you ask with a yawn.
“whatever you want, angel.” he hums, kissing the crown of your head. “just, no more leather cushions.”
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ztoji · 2 months ago
# : title just for shits and giggles, almost… smut under the cut.
tags : breeding, lots of cum?, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms hinted, use of daddy
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he’s keeping his hands on the back of your thighs to reach deeper inside of your already cum filled cunt, your lower half in the air because of the angle. his cock so deep in you it keeps bumping into your cervix and making your stuffed cunt cream around his cock fit snugly inside of you.
you keep mumbling about how he’s reaching too deep, but the way your hips move towards his every time he pulls out makes it hard to believe.
“look at the way your cunt is creaming. ‘s painting my cock white baby.” he says, making you whine louder. “i should keep filling you up until your pretty pussy can’t take it anymore. keeping my cum plugged in until you get round with my baby?” he asks while slowly picking up the speed of his thrusts.
“y-yes, please put a baby in me! wanna make you a daddy.” you answer, now full on thrusting back onto him. making him reach even deeper and causing his thick cock to rub against your g-spot.
he lets go of your legs and reaches down to touch your clit. sensitive after hours of fucking, the light touching making you cum almost instantly. the tightening of your cunt almost forcing him to slow down, keeping your hips sealed together and your hips still against the mattress.
once the tightening from your cunt stops he picks up the speed again, your moans getting even louder and begs for him to slow down because you’re still so sensitive.
he’s panting by now, “gonna cum soon.” he mumbles, pressing a hand flat on your tummy to feel himself. “’m gonna cum in you baby, yeah? want you filled with my cum.” he continues.
“p-please cum in me daddy.” you mumble out, finding his eyes “wan’ be filled up with your cum, wan’ your baby in me.” he leans down to kiss you hard, hips stuttering as a showing that he’s gonna cum soon. “yeah, want you to cum with me.” and once again he’s reaching down to rub his thumb on your clit, pushing your legs over his shoulders to watch as his cock ram into your wet cunt. a white ring forms on his cock from both of yours cum.
you push against his hips when you feel yourself get close again, hips stuttering together as to show you are both going to cum soon. but this time with him and deep inside. “please please please, cum with me.” you beg, watching with wide eyes as his groans gets louder and hips thrusting even harder against yours.
with a loud moan you cum together. his warm cum filling you up and your cum squirting onto his lower stomach. you are both left panting as he stops thrusting, but keeps his softening cock flush inside of you.
separating from you he smiles softly to you, “we should clean up.” he says, “mhm, later though. want to be close now.” you mumble, hiding in his neck. you feel him chuckle and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“hope that makes a baby.” he smiles.
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# a/n : he wants a baby *gasp* /j. old piece tho so yuh i tried to change it to the better aND those older drabbles will probably have so u decide who matches best? if that makes sense
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iwasbunny · 2 months ago
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# headcanons. 568 words.
# warnings. afab reader, groping, degradation, riding, sadism, choking, fem reader, fem reader, dumbification, dacryphilia.
# contains. bakugou, shigaraki, dabi.
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he has absolutely no shame.
loves to grab your ass while you’re riding his fat cock, just squeezing and caressing the soft skin in his large palms.
it just feels so nice and perfect in his hands, he can’t help but let them wander there.
the sight of it bouncing while he fucks you had him weak, just imagine the sight of it.
your face into the mattress and back arched showing off your perfect little cunt and ass all on display.
it makes him lose his fucking mind
“look at you, slut. just lettin’ me use you however i want.. just want to be stuffed, yeah? stop whinin’, i’ll fuck your greedy little cunt.”
he does, in fact he’ll take advantage of your vulnerability and fuck both your holes.
and you don’t mind in the least because you’re his good little girl, one that was made to take his cock and please him.
his hands always find themselves wrapped around your pretty throat.
he gets off to the danger of it.
the thought that you were completely under his control and his mercy.
there’s a certain look in his eyes that just tells you how much he loves taking you like that, and he knows you enjoy it too.
listening to your slightly breathier whimpers and whines, he loves them.
“you like that, princess? you’re squeezing down on my cock so much, mm.. your pussy’s just beggin’ to be fucked.”
whenever you get too fucked out he’ll give your throat a little squeeze, bringing your attention back to him.
“stay with me, pretty. m’not done fucking you just yet.. i can’t be the only one feelin’ good, you’re gonna cum for me again, understand?”
when you give him that little nod, he knows you want more and he can’t say no to his dumb little slut, can he?
$. DABI — mouth
he’s a sadistic little fuck
just loves to see you struggle in any way, from choking on his cock to begging for him to finally let you cum.
it’s not a surprise that he loves your lips either, plump and red just waiting to be taken.
and that’s what he’ll do, dabi loves to have his fingers stuffing your mouth.
the sight of you choking on his fingers and drooling all over his, all teary eyes while you’re sat on his cock makes him groan.
“you know what to do, baby. you’re a fuckin’ natural at this, right? suck.”
sometimes he’ll make you clean them off
telling you to lap at your own arousal because you’re the one who made them so dirty—so fucking filthy.
“clean them off, princess. it’s the least you can do after creaming all over my fingers, yeah? tell me how it tastes, slut.”
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aoneslilgf · 8 months ago
𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐧 & 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤
Pairings: Bakugo, Midoriya, Kirishima, Shoto, Iida, Denki, & Sero x Fem!Reader
Genre: Thirst, smut
Warnings: Twt vids, degradation, praise, spanking & use of “daddy”
Minors DNI
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Katsuki Bakugo
after coming home from a long day of pro hero work, all he wants is to feel the tightness and warmth of your cunt. after quickly ripping off your clothes he gradually starts his usual rough and brutal pace. getting drunk off of how your gummy walls desperately try and hold onto him with each thrust. he watches how your eyebrows furrow and mouth drop open from seeing his thick cock penetrate your hole. “yeah? you like being fucked like a slut?” he uses his thick fingers to furiously rub your throbbing clit. throwing your juices off of his digits and right onto your face.
Izuku Midoriya
loves to rub his pink tip on your clit before sliding inside of you. he cherishes how his veins glide against the inside of your pussy. enjoying how your cum coats his cock “taking me so well sweetheart.” his praise causes you to clench around him, making him to groan at the action. even though he isn’t plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching you open is enough to make you cream all over him.
Ejiro Kirishima
enjoys the sound of skin slapping filling the room. he loves giving your ass a harsh smack as he fucks your needy cunt. can’t keep his hands from roaming all around your body. pulling out of you and watching you rub your ass on his dick makes him smirk. he spanks you for it “such a needy girl are we?” teases your pussy with the tip of his cock until you finally have enough and put him inside yourself.
Shoto Todoroki
feels content with you setting the pace. is mesmerized with how your pussy desperately clings onto his long dick. watching your cum create a white ring around him makes him twitch inside of you. loves the peek he gets of your asshole each time you slide up on him. “enjoying yourself princess?” he likes when you just use his dick just how you like.
Tenya Iida
missionary is his favorite position because he can lean down and hear your beautiful moans and pants directly into his ear. puts your legs on his shoulders so he can get a clear view of your tits bouncing for him. asks you to lay on your side so he can push his fat cock into your hole in a new angle. “your cunt is so addicting fuck.” pulls out just in time to cum all over your ass. loves the view of it tricking down and onto your asshole.
Kaminari Denki
you knew what was coming after you bent over in front of him ass naked. he couldn’t resist sliding down his sweats and boxers to ram into you. he loves to pound into your needy hole causing you to squeak and moan for him. your pretty noises motivate him to go even faster and pull your arm back to push himself as deep into you as possible. “fuckkk doll, you feel so good.” his golden eyes are glued to your ass jiggling against him.
Hanta Sero
pulls your body tightly against him so he can feel your hardened nipples press into his chest. your mind is filled with how his slender cock drags up inside of your pussy. your moans are muffled into his mouth as his lips press and bite onto yours. “my baby missed her daddy huh?” he leaves wet kisses all over your neck and starts to suck on your skin.
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A/N: i’m so obsessed w the vid i used for bakugo’s…. read the villain version here
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wwwcapricorncom · 3 months ago
“I Want To Play A Game”
Second part to the Ghostface series | Apart of Kinktober 2021
Ghostface Series Pt. 1 is here (you don’t have to read them in order!)
Who is under the mask this time ;)?
Patreon link!!
Description: You didn’t think that flirting with Ghostface in a haunted House would leave you so... helpless.
➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting. Use of the words- ‘daddy’, ‘brat’, ‘slut’. Characters are aged up. MINORS DNI.
wc: 5.4 k
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You walk past the line of excited and partially tipsy college students to the side entrance that Jirou had told you would be on the north side of the building. You thought you were running late, but had received a text not too long ago from her, saying the opening of the haunted house was going to be pushed back an hour or so and to take your time. The problem was that you were already just about there when you had received the text so you figured you would still go inside to aid her and the others in setting up the room within the house.
You had figured you’d easily stumble upon the evil doctor themed room or that you’d see someone who, by your costume: a rather dark themed slutty nurse, would point you in the right direction. However, after aimlessly walking into the wrong rooms and not seeing anybody occupying them, you started to feel a bit lost. You remember her saying that you all would be on the first floor, so you are confused as to why you haven’t discovered them.
At this point, there is one room left and to the right of the door, on its wall, is a large glass mirror. You feel it is fitting of the theme so you fling the door open and see that it is dimly lit inside and only decorated with some light blood on the walls and a table in the center which seems to have restraints on it. The door closing startles you enough to make you yelp which alerts the other person in the room.
“Holy- holy shit I didn’t see you there-
You stop talking as the person turns around and you see who they are dressed up as, “oh Mr.Ghostface how original.”
“And what are you supposed to be?” The person inquires and you can hear the dull, unimpressed tone that laces his voice even though the voice changer.
You pout, walking up to him and doing a little twirl before his eyes, “c’mon Mr.Ghostface I’m a slutty nurse can’t you see or should I give you a better look?” You tease and you can hear him click his tongue in annoyance.
“You’re too eventful. It’s annoying enough that I have to participate in this haunted house. I can’t handle you too-
“You don’t mean that, do you? I’m sure you were just sitting around here bored, why wouldn’t you want to have some fun. Matter of fact, I have some time to spare too!” You giggle actually very amused by the person under the mask. You loved the game of not getting enough attention from someone acting high and mighty just for them to succumb to you eventually. You were also eager to see who you were going to be able to sink your claws into, what unsuspected boytoy laid under that mask.
“It was quiet when you weren’t here though.” He states as he crosses his arms over his very defined chest. He is only wearing a black t-shirt so you can see the definitions of his upper body not to mention the muscles of his strong arms. Black ripped jeans adorn his long legs as you calculate he must be about 6 feet or so. All contributing to your throbbing cunt at this point.
You feign ignorance, “quiet and boring.” You say as you cross your arms too.
He sighs as he starts tapping his foot on the floor, “what do you want from me?”
A wicked smile forms on your face as you say, “duh to play a game!” All the while meaning much more provocative activities. If he didn’t have a mask on then you would have seen how he rolled his eyes, but bit his lip at the naughtier idea that, too, popped up in his mind. Maybe this could be fun, he starts to think, after all he has always had his eyes on you. A lot more than he’d like to admit and low and behold you come strutting into his room, just asking to be put into your place.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Hello you’re the one who is Ghostface, you should know.”
“Hmhm… I see... What's your favorite scary movie, Miss nurse?” He asks and you just about die hearing the condensing tone in his voice. You lick your lips, as you look up at him about to spew an answer.
“The one where the man dressed as Ghostface fucks the little helpless nurse.”
Now, knowing that you two are in sync in your desires, the man decides it’s really time to have fun, “I’ve never heard of it.” He smirks and you pout, rolling your eyes and backing away from him which makes him chuckle.
You start to pay attention to the decorations in the room a bit more in detail as you scheme something up to provoke the man, “you’re a bit mean huh?” You mutter finally nearing the table in the center of the room.
Your eyebrows knit together as you try to figure out how one would be restrained to it before it finally comes together. A small hum comes out of your mouth as you lean forward so that you’re bent over on the table. Breasts press against the wooden top as you place your hands through the little metal clasps.
“Is this how your dirty little contraption works?” You laugh as you shake your ass a bit, but halt quickly as you feel his presence behind you. So suddenly.
He’s clasping the constraints in a flash, so that your wrists are bound to the table while, rasping a “no” as he fixes you just how he wants. You’re shocked at this, not understanding how he switched from being so uninterested to alert. You start stuttering, “h-hey what are-are you doing?!”
He’s only humming at this, bending down to catch your ankle and clasp it to one leg of the table before doing the same to the other. By the end of it, you’re effectively confined to the table with legs spread apart, “this is how it works”.
Your heart is hammering against your chest as he runs a finger up the back of your thigh, admiring his work before reaching the frilly skirt that very poorly covers your ass. He wastes no time in flicking it upwards to expose your cute red panties, licking his lips as he notices the darkening wet spot on them. How cute.
“Ah, you’re a lot quieter now I thought you wanted to make a movie?” He coos and all you can do is stutter, completely flustered by the change in dynamics. How did he get the upper hand? You think, skin breaking out in goosebumps as he continues to trail his finger over your flesh.
A harsh slap lands on your ass and you just know the skin is reddening and rising as you let out a cute pained, moan. “Answer me, do you want to continue?”
You whimper attempting to shake your ass for him as you nod your head which lies on the table, “this is nothing I can’t handle.” He shakes his head and lands another slap to your ass loving how it bounces and bruises so easily under his touch.
“What a modest nurse, good then, I'll enjoy seeing just how far you can go.”
Something about that makes your stomach bloom in hot anticipation as he pulls down your red panties, a rush of cold air hitting your cunt and making you squirm. You can hear the floorboards creak under the pressure of his dirty converse shoes as he squats down behind you, using one of his fingers to spread your pussy lip.
“Fuck.” You whisper, loving how exposed you are to him, knowing that some stranger is watching your pussy hole clench and unclench with the want of something as it grows wetter.
He whistles lowly at this, impressed by “how much of a dirty little slut you are.” He then runs two fingers up your pussy and it makes you quiver a bit which he enjoys, watching those sweet plush thighs and full asscheeks jiggle in his face. Gosh he’s going to wreck you just right he thinks.
He stands up abruptly and bends over you so that his chest is against your back before weaving his middle finger through your soaked folds, “this is pretty sinful of you baby”. He states as he increases the speed of his finger, finally allowing it to rub against your clit.
“Don’t care, don't care I-I just want them inside.” You state wagging your ass from side to side in hopes that he would listen.
“I'm going to make a brat like you understand how to act in the presence of a real dom.” He growls as he pulls his finger away from your cunt to slap it roughly and you gasp loudly, jolting forward some.
You begin to protest again, “but- but I want it already. Stop teasing me!” He only chuckles, his eager bulge under his jeans beginning to press against your folds. The friction makes you optimistic as you both begin to grind into each other. His coarse hands grabbing your hips to further the rolling of his hips even thrusting into you which creates a soft omph noise.
“Now the games really start…” He mumbles and suddenly he’s swirling two fingers around your clit, “If you listen to me, then you’ll get to cum very hard tonight. If you don’t listen then you’ll be very disappointed. Understand?”
You nod your head slowly while starting to indulge in his ministrations which causes him to grunt before yanking your head up by your hair. Your eyes fly open because in the same instance of his pulling, he’s plugging those two fingers into your pussy hole.
“Use your fucking words when I’m talking to you.”
You choke on a moan, “ye-essss yess! I understand!”
“Good girl.” He replies loosening his hold on your hair as he starts to rake his fingers through it, massaging your scalp where you’d have an undeniable ache because of his yanking. You couldn’t help but feel oddly warm and turned on by his approval, succumbing to his actions.
He is good at multitasking in this way as he gently massages your scalp, but starts to completely piston his middle and ring finger into your pussy, “fu-uck yes yes!” You groan bouncing back into his fingers now wanting to push them further in, wanting them to touch your g spot.
He would have scolded you for acting without his permission, but the way your ass bounces on his fingers is something he is starting to relish, watching the flesh ripple upon every impact with his hand. The masked man finds himself wanting to see more, so he starts to twist his finger around in your pussy, knocking into your sweet spot and making you cry out.
“You’re leaking so nicely right now.” He purrs, “your fingers are so l-long!” You state as he starts to curl into your g spot, abusing it repeatedly as if he was smashing a button over and over again. Your slick is running down his palm and wrist as you start to fall victim to his fingers.
He picks up on this like a pro, “are you about to cum sweetheart?'' he asks, getting close to your ear. The weight of him against your back again, his warmth, just heightens the orgasm that was approaching.
“Yes, ‘m gonna cum! Gonna cum!”
He snickers at this as he pumps faster, only uttering one word at that moment: “Don’t.” You, through the fog of it all, try to turn your head to look at him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion and strain, “w-why, what do you-
“I’m not going to let you.” He cuts off your rambling as he pulls his fingers out of you, making your legs shake as your orgasm trickles away, so close to having bubbled over. Your lip quivers and he’s snickering all over again, “I’m just training you baby. You waltzed in here like such a fucking brat it would be a shame if I didn’t correct you!”
As you’re trying to find the right words to articulate how angry you are, he squats down before your pussy again. Your anger starts to dissolve as the hairs on your body stand to attention because you can feel his breath on you. That means his mask has to be slightly elevated if not completely off. Just as you're about to try and turn your head to get a better angle he’s smacking your thigh, “keep your eyes ahead or else.”
Biting your lip, you decide to obey and he's quickly pressing his lips to your pussy which has your back arching. A long “oooo” leaves your lips as he begins to make out with your pussy, his own soft lips moving as if he were making out with an actual mouth. He gulps a few times before sucking and slurping again, suckling your folds into his mouth and between his lips where he pulls at them slightly. “-taste amazing”, he speaks into your folds.
If you weren’t restrained right now then your hand would be on his head right now, stuffing him as far as he could go, not caring about if he could breathe because he was damn good at this. When he pulls back again he spits on your clenching hole which makes you moan, the feeling of his hot glob of spit strategically landing right on your entrance before he starts spreading it around with his fingers was making drops of sweat form on your skin.
He slips them back in again before warning you, “don’t cum.” His voice was low and raspy and it was oh so familiar. If you weren’t being such a slut in lust right now you’d surely be able to identify him, but any intelligence is lost when he starts to pump his fingers into your tiny hole while sucking on your clit. He’s growling and moaning in harmony with the squelching of your obnoxiously soaked pussy.
“How a-am I not supposed to cum?” You shriek as he starts to get harsher and sloppier with his movements, pumping into your g spot ever so deliciously while shaking his head from side to side in your cunt. You’re reaching your peak when he starts lapping at you with a hot, flat tongue feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap.
“I can't, I'm going to- cum!” You yell and as soon as this leaves your mouth, he leaves you. The frustration makes you ball your hands into fists.
“This shit isn’t fair!” You shout and he tsks pulling your hair swiftly again, “that fucking mouth of yours is such a problem.” He harshly let’s you go before making his way to the front edge of the table, walking up to it so that his struggling, defined bulge is in your face. You flick your eyes back and forth between it and his masked face.
“I’d be impressed if you can handle this. In fact it might even warrant a reward.” He states as he pulls his shirt up, holding it under his chin as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. You ponder disobeying, but you weren’t in a position to act much bratty plus you were more than ready to cum and if that meant seeing this through a bit more then fine.
He’s yanking down his underwear and jeans slightly, allowing his big cock to slap against his stomach and your face. You can see that the pretty, pink tip has already started leaking with precum and you’re quick to swipe at it with your tongue.
“Oh fuck- very good girl.” He groans as he thrusts slightly forward, making his cock slide into your mouth before he hesitates then pulls entirely back out.
“Look, um the safe word is Halloween okay?” He’s serious too not having any intentions on letting whatever the fuck this is get out of hand and you slightly swoon, “thank you”.
He hums at this, realizing you’re very cute in any context as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out as a signal to continue. He grabs his throbbing cock and pushes it into your mouth, but doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. Your nose presses cutely to his pubic bone as you gag, legs shaking as he moves to retract only half way, watching as you inhale sharply. Your eyes are glassy already and they squeeze shut when he thrusts back inside.
You’re moaning and trying to swirl your tongue and suck him as he starts to find a pace to quite literally fuck your face to. He’s tightly cupping your face with both hands as he starts to rhythmically snap his hips forward. You only have a few seconds in between to breathe and your throat is beginning to raw, but you like the way he is using your mouth like his own plaything. It turns you on and has you getting slicker by the second.
At one point, he bottoms out in your throat and puts his hands on the back of your head, keeping you there for as long as you can hold before he starts to feel you pulling back. He frees you, completely pulling out of your mouth where you can’t help but sputter, saliva dripping from your mouth and his cock.
“Puker those sexy fucking lips up for daddy.”
And you do, sniffling a bit to collect yourself before puckering your redden lips, he groans before taking his wet cock in hand. He pumps into his fist a couple of times as you watch in awe before slapping it against your lips. He smears your saliva and his precum everywhere- on your lips, cheeks and nose.
When he starts fucking your mouth again, he’s moaning subtly as he picks up the speed feeling his own release nearing.
“You’re talking daddies cock so well, fuck yes you are.” He mumbles bending over you to start to toy with your pussy again. To show him you like it, you start bobbing your head faster to his thrusts as he starts to insert his fingers inside you.
As soon as you feel them fully slot inside, you’re moaning contently around his dick, the vibrations making the man’s toes curl as he starts to fuck into your mouth harsher. You’re a gagging, moaning mess working on pleasing him while also focusing on how he’s attacking your sweet spot again. You didn’t need much now, no, you’d cum without even giving him a warning. It’s your plan. He will be too distracted.
Your legs start to shake so harshly, your mouth producing more saliva as you literally drool at how hard you can feel your orgasm coming. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you almost go slack about to be overcome by pleasure when he does it again.
Completely pulls away from you. Ruining yet another orgasm.
A sob so harsh rips through your gut as tears fall from your eyes, “awwwww” he coos while grabbing your face in his large hands to make you look up at him.
“Now this. This is a broken brat. You look beautiful like this.” He is fake pouting under the mask.
“P-please daddy I’m - I’m ready to not be a brat. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m sorry. Just please please let me cum!” You throw out everything you think he wants to hear and then some and he’s utterly satisfied, bending down and resting the side of his face against the wood table, mimicking yours. Neat black painted nails reach out and wipe away the fresh tears that have fallen from your teary eyes “hush hush baby, no need to get all worked up especially after how good you just took this cock down your throat. Daddies going to keep his promise.”
You sniffle a bit at this, moving into his touch unsure on if he is telling the truth or not. He can sense your weariness as he stands up and walks around the table so that he is finally against you again. He wastes no time in gripping his member in his hand and rubbing the tip against your folds, “You believe daddy right?”
If possible, you arch into the table even more ass sticking out as a jolt of pleasure rips through your body at the micro action, “I b-believe you!”
He’s smirking at this as he pushes the bulbous tip in your needy hole, making you cry out while spit pools in the corners of your mouth and escapes down your chin as he pushes further inside. As soon as his hips smack against your ass and he is fully plunged within your thirsty walls your vision is spotting. You cum hard, ignoring how he struggles to hold back a moan of surprise as you shake violently.
“Did you… did you just cum?” He asks truthfully dumbfounded by this and you're apologizing profusely.
“I-I - I’m so sorry daddy please I couldn’t help it, just feels so good-  please don't stop please please-
He’s cupping your throat now as his other hand bunches the fabric of your skirt to aid him in his upcoming onslaught, “shh sh sh...such a sexy slut for that. You go ahead and indulge in this cock. I want you to remember everything, how every fucking vein feels.” He states as he begins to snap his hips into you slowly, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds you up by your throat.
Each thrust is calculated, rubbing every crevice as you start to moan unceremoniously. Whoever the fuck this is, is teaching you a new meaning of sex and he knows it as he starts to choke you harder.
“Agh, agh fuck I love this, I want you to use me alll the time.” You whisper, nails digging into the wooden table in attempts to not pull against the restraints. He’s adding more force behind his thrusts now, slowly retracting only to plunge back in with teeth chattering force as you grow dizzy. Just when you feel your vision closing in and your face growing red from lack of blood flow, he releases your throat.
He’s next to your ear in an instant, kissing it softly, “your pussy feels amazing,” he raspily states before trailing his tongue from your ear down to the middle side of your neck. He places a wet open mouth kiss against your flesh before sucking it between his teeth, lightly biting and sucking to nurse a bruise into the soft skin.
“Attention Haunted House workers, the test run will begin now. Please be ready to run your exhibition.” A loud voice sounds throughout the building, making your fluttery eyes snap open.
“What's that?” You try to sound concerned, but it comes out breathy and light as he continues his attack on your neck.
He does not stop his actions, snapping his hips into you more roughly while talking against your skin, “a test run”, is all he says before he’s cupping the underside of your chin to make you look up at the wall before you. It is the one decorated with the mirror, “that’s a double sided mirror, we can see out but they can't see in.. unless I press a button to start the exhibition.”
You feel your legs wobble as the sound of voices start to fill the hallway, “should I turn it on so everybody can see how much of a nasty girl you are?” You try to formulate sentences, getting more aroused and embarrassed by his lewd idea, as you shake your head profusely.
“Why not, you're enjoying yourself so much. You're literally strangling my cock right now.” He taunts as he begins to rub your clit, “I'm going to let everybody see.”
“No daddy don’t please!” You plead just as people walk in front of the glass, “did you hear something?” They say as they get closer to the mirror, tapping it slightly just as he rams his fat cockhead into your g-spot.
Your eyes cross and he covers your mouth just as you’re about to scream out, “if you don’t cum quietly for daddy then I’m going to let them see me fuck you stupid”. He murmurs, lips pressing against your ear and you nod rapidly. He lets go of your mouth and continues to rub at your clit while fucking into your gspot. Your jaw drops as you try to not make a sound, a part of you not caring if someone sees how blessed you are right now, watching the people peer at the glass awaiting some horror spectacle. It’s only then that you really try to focus your eyes on the people behind the mirror. Your body heats up even more as you watch your group of friends, the entirety of the male Bakusquad, tap on the class.
“Do your friends know that you're such a slut, hm? It's crazy that they have no clue a slut like you is spearing herself so desperately on a cock just on the other side of that glass. I bet you want to make a fucking noise. To get caught all stuffed stupid and bound.” He states through clenched teeth as he rapidly flicks your clit with his fingers, making you cum on his cock for the second time that night. Mouth agape and eyes in the back of your head, you can’t even manage a squeak through how hard you’re cumming, you feel his pumping slow as your upper body goes slack on the table.
Your breaths are shallow as you lay, cheek smashed on the table, dizzily watching your group of friends retreat down the hall. “I swear, guys, that was supposed to be Hitoshi’s room!” Denki tries to explain to the group as they walk further down the hall and your pussy twitches even harder if possible around the length as your eyes widen.
“Oh no… I've been exposed. Not that that slutty little pussy of yours cares.” He deadpans with a cool and collected cockiness. You can hear the mask plop to the floor as he rubs your thighs, trying to do anything to turn that dumb little brain of yours back on.
You on the other hand are trying to muster up the courage to look him in the face, you two weren't particularly close, but had a couple of classes together. He was just the hot, quiet guy that tagged along with your group sometimes… not anything like this. As you throw a glance over your shoulder to take him in his fingers stumble upon something that is tucked into the front side of your skirt and takes it out, out of curiosity. A smirk spreads on his face as he sees a thermometer and stethoscope, he looks at you, surprised that you are able to even look at him and decides you can handle some more. After all he still does owe you one more orgasm right?
“Is the nurse feeling a bit under the weather? You look like you've gone through a lot. Mind if I.. take your temperature?” You're barely paying attention, tongue tied by how fucking hot he looks right now. Purple locks disheveled every which way as low, bag rimmed eyes bore into yours. You gulp, preparing to talk, to say anything when he plops the thermometer in your mouth which surprises you. “What are you-
He’s hushing you and making sure you keep your mouth closed until the item beeps and he takes it out, “only 98.1, that can't be accurate, right Miss Nurse? Good thing I know of a more accurate place I can stick this...”
Your ears perk up at this as you go to stand upright, only to remember that of course you’re still fucking bound. He chuckles as he spits on his fingers, lathering up his index finger before he starts to softly rub your asshole.
“H-hey you c-can’t I’m too sensitive!” You try to protest, “it's hard to tell if you're serious with how much your pretty little asshole is puckering.” Your cheeks burn red at this and you feel him place the cold metal tip of the thermometer at your asshole. He pushes it inside swiftly which makes you moan loudly before he stuffs his still erect cock back in your pussy.
“AGH UH I-I CAN’T!” You squeal as he pushes the thermometer further in your ass while bottoming out inside of you. Your cunt is squelching and drooling all over him as he gives you a few shallow thrusts while toying with the device, testing it out by pulling it out a bit before shoving it deeper into your tight hole.
Your uneven panting and moaning is enough indicator for him as he starts to fuck you barbarically now, anybody who walks past will surely hear, as the device beeps again. “It- fuck- says 101.2. Fuck baby y-you’re burning up inside. Because I’m fucking you so good, huh?” He is in awe at how aroused you are, how much wetter you have grown not to mention how your walls quiver around his cock while hugging it so snuggly. It’s affecting him almost to a lethal degree, but you’re no better. You’d like to say that you weren’t enjoying this all the more now that you know who is treating you so well, but that would be untruthful. He starts to push the device further inside, never slowing his thrusts- too mesmerized- and you begin to babble with a sense of urgency.
“If- if you, shit shit, keep pushing it deeper then you’ll-
Before you can finish the thermometer presses against your g spot in the same instant that his cock is kissing it so sweetly. The combination rips a scream from your lungs as your body basically heaves, shooting a stream of cum all over the floor and the man's shoes.
The force of your gushing, pushes his cock out just in time as he paints the floor and your ass with his sticky thick cum, watching as you shake so violently “holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit”. His voice strains and shakes as he continues to pump his cock not thinking he could produce so much ejuculation, every spurt providing immense pleasure.
By the time he is done, you're laying there dumbly, breath hitching erratically as you try and bring yourself back. His cock is screaming with sensitivity as he wipes it clean and fixes himself, panting as well. He's quick to grab some supplies that he was planning on using for the haunted house to clean you up, gently wiping your lower regions before fixing your clothes. Then he's unclasping your restraints and sitting you on the table as you both collect yourself quietly.
Just as he’s about to speak, there are knocks on the door and he throws one look at you, silently asking if it’s okay to open to which you nod, pulling out your phone and ignoring the millions of messages you have. You’re fixing your makeup when Denki comes inside talking about how he knew this was Hitoshi’s and Neito’s room and asking where he was. He started explaining how Neito was running late when Denki finally saw you.
“Hey y/n I think the girls were looking for you what happened? I didn’t know you and Hitoshi were acquainted!”
The tall man only softly chuckles at this in response as Denki continues, “watch out man this one is fierce!”
He looks at you, allowing a relaxed, almost lazy even, smirk to spread across his face while his eyes flick up and down your body. You can't help but press your legs together, you can practically feel him inside you all over again and you almost want to mewl in response to his look.
“I don’t think I have much to worry about right, y/n?”
Nobody would have guessed that that was the night Hitoshi became such a good daddy to you.
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sukunababy · a month ago
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cw. mdni. nsft visuals — twt links, f!reader, pussy eating, riding, deepthroating, choking, public, nipple play, cum shot
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— Dabi is quite proud of his oral skills and thinks you're so fucking hot when you get on all fours in his face.
He has sadistic tendencies so expect him to be a little rough when he sucks your wet lips into his mouth and grazes with his teeth pulling on your throbbing clit.
Touya's grip on your hips is livid as he presses his fingers into your tender flesh to keep you from wriggling and holding onto his tongue.
Even after you've reached your climax he'll keep you still on his face pushing his tongue between your folds, moaning in approval. If he's in the mood to play, just when you're about to cum, Dabi will pull away with a lazy look in his eyes, demanding you beg him to make you cum and tell how much you need him.
— Dabi is satisfied to watch you bounce on top of him, hands behind his head and a smirk on his face as he watches you pout and try to take him full length.
He's addicted to the lewd sounds that echo: your hips slapping his, his swollen balls pounding on your ass as you slide quickly onto his throbbing cock, your moans passing from your puffy lips as his thick tip rubs your sweet spot.
When Dabi is at his limit with his cock aching and covered in pre cum and your juices, finally his hands move up your body, traveling to your ass, groping it roughly and pulling you down onto his face so he can suck, bite and fiddle with your turgid nipples.
— If Dabi could spend the rest of his life with his thick cock in your throat, he'd be more than satisfied.
Your swollen lips being parted with a pop when Touya pushes the tip of his veiny cock into your mouth, your hot throat swallowing and sucking him in every time his hips slam against your face.
His position to better push him into your throat is definitely you lying on your back and him behind you. His chest swells as your throat accommodates his shaft, and it bulges making him glimpse the outline of his cock inside you.
His balls flapping sloppily on your face as he bends over you to tighten his fingers around your neck and when he's ready for release he pulls out to cum because he loves to see his seed spread across your flushed face.
— Dabi is not ashamed of the fact that his cock gets hard as soon as he lays eyes on you.
He doesn't care where you are, whether you are on the train or in the public gardens, he will always find a surface to lay you down and fuck you dumb.
Bonus if while he's pumping in and out of your tight hole there are people walking around you, Dabi will look for a position to show them your fat red ass, how your sticky, tight walls swallow all of his throbbing cock and how your cum slides down your naked thighs and pools at the base of his shaft.
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oh-katsuki · 7 months ago
thinkin’ bout letting izu fuck you full <3
wc: 1.8k 
tw: breeding, mating press, mentions of tummy bulge, slight size kink
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More. God, you need it. He’s fucking into you, as Deku does, cock dipping into your tight cunt and sending you into bliss. It should be filthy, you want it to be absolutely fucking filthy. He drives you crazy, hips twitching and whimpering over you as he fucks you to another orgasm, your head rolling back on the mattress as you neared a delirious high. 
Deku’s a whiner, so needy when he fucks your hole with an intensity you can only attribute to him. He holds your gaze, brows knitted together as small whimpers and praises tumble from his lips. He fucks slow and deep, with so much purpose and you find yourself becoming overwhelmingly irritated with the rub of the condom. Still, Izuku manages to fuck you like he means it, fuck you like he wants to breed you.
“Feel so fucking g-good.” He stutters out, sweat collecting on his brow as he dips down to kiss at your collarbone. 
Deku holds one of your knees to the mattress so he can get as deep as possible, so he can feel as much as he can through the latex of the condom that keeps him from painting your insides white. That’s what you really want though, as he takes one of your nipples between his soft lips and moans around it, voice trembling across the swell of your breast, you mind races with the possibility of letting him fill you up. 
You’re delirious, absolutely out of your mind as he pumps you with the stretch of his dick, heavy between your legs. Izuku can make you cum so easily. It’s astonishing how quickly he manages to melt you entirely, making you malleable for the sweet boy as he whines at the feel of your cunt fluttering around him. 
“‘Zuku m’close…” You gasp out beneath him, hands grabbing at his shoulders. 
“Y-yeah? Y’gonna cum for me?” He breathes out. 
It should sound dominating, but it doesn’t, because Izuku is so fucking needy for you. God, you were convinced that if he weren’t biting a pretty bruise into the side of your neck that he’d be begging for it.
He pulls away from the side of your neck, placing an open mouthed kiss on your lips as his tongue dips into the space there, dancing across the surface of your tongue as you do your best to kiss him back. Izuku’s broken moans and praises are breathed into your mouth, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your weeping cunt. 
“Izu, ‘zu, take the condom off.” You mouth against him. 
“Huh?” He pulls away from you, green eyes blown wide with lust, with the tone of your voice that drips from your lips like honey. 
“C-come inside.” You whine out, fingernails digging into his shoulders, head rolling to the side so you can look at him through wet lashes. 
Izuku’s hips slow slightly and you whimper for him, back arching to keep the friction going. You’re so needy for him, you fucking need him to fill you up now, but Izuku is hesitant. His thrusts go from intense and heavy to slow and sensual, dragging against you as he splits you open, painfully slowly. 
It’s not the he doesn’t want it, in fact, he fucking craves it, but he knows that if he took the condom off and felt you directly against his cock, that he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He’d fuck you until you were a cross-eye’d, melted puddle beneath his fingers. He’d fuck you until he could see the bulge left from his cum, until you were stuffed so full of him that there was no way you wouldn’t end up swollen with his children.
“Are you sure?” You nod fervently. “If I come inside I will get you pregnant.” His words aren’t spoken dirtily, in fact, they’re quietly whispered and laced with a concern that’s characteristic of him. 
Fuck, he didn’t even know how he sounded right now, voice low and cracking with a concern of restraint. He’s just that certain, that confident in his ability to fuck a baby into you. Izuku would learn though, when you spasmed around him at the words, cunt fluttering as an orgasm washed over you and you squirmed beneath his scarred fingers. 
Izuku went slack jawed, eyes wide as you came around his cock just from the mere thought of him fucking his kids into you. If he had any semblance of self restraint left, it was going out the window as he watched you ride out your orgasm on his cock. He actually almost felt sad for you, that you didn’t get to come around him raw, that he didn’t get to fuck his cum into you while you did. But he would, fuck, he would. 
You were asking so nicely, trembling beneath him as you clawed feebly at his shoulders, keened for him with your voice, your body, and the way your cunt soaked him in your release. How could he not give you what you asked for?
“Fuck, okay.” He speaks quickly, pulling out, brows knitting together at the way you whine as he pulls the condom off of him with a satisfying snap. His hands tremble, it's the only indication besides the waver in his voice that shows just how badly he needs you, as you whine for him to plug you back up. 
“Shhh, don’t worry.” He coos in your ear, pushing his length back into you with a broken whimper. “I got you, m’gonna fill you up.” 
“Please please please.” You babble, head shaking side to side before you arch your back off the bed at the sensation of his skin against yours, the way his pelvis hits your clit as he buries himself as deep as he can go. 
“G-gonna give you what you need, yeah?” He asks, beginning to thrust in you. 
It’s entirely too much for him. Your cunt is so much hotter like this, practically burning him in its need to be coated in his cum. Suddenly, he feels chatty, wants to tell you just how badly he wants to give you his kids, pump you full of them. 
Izuku hikes your legs up and you squeal, letting him manhandle you with an unfamiliar aggressiveness as he puts you into a mating press. He’s so deep that you can feel in in your throat, voice catching as his thick cock hits your cervix with each thrust. His grip on your ankles is vice-like, hands digging small crescent shapes into the pretty skin there, tilting his head to kiss along your calf as if that would make this moment any less filthy than it is. 
“Want me to get you pregnant?” He asks, voice low, humming along the skin of your leg as his skin slaps against your own. 
You nod deliriously, arms hooked under your knees to help him get deeper. You can’t get enough of this feeling. 
“Fuck, okay, gonna get you fucking pregnant.” Izuku murmurs, voice low and gravelly. “Gonna fuck my kid into you, make you fucking mine. You want that? Want me to make you a fucking mommy?” 
His mouth is so filthy that you can’t help but want to taste it. You lean forward, tears crowding your waterline as you murmur a yes against his lips before you let him invade your mouth, swallowing his little grunts and whimpers as he gets closer to his high. 
“Gonna look so pretty swollen with my kid, huh?” Izuku pulls away from you, pressing your legs down further with his body. 
“Mhm, gonna be a mommy. Wanna have your baby, wanna be full.” You babble, too fucked out to think about the consequences of this. “Please ‘zuku, fill me up. Gimme it, gimme it.” 
God, you’re fucking crying for it. Izuku was close now, cock pulling against your walls. You can feel the thick vein that runs along the underside of it rubbing against you and the way his cock pulses with every achingly deep thrust. He’s ruining you, fucking into you at a brutual pace that has you swearing your pelvis will be bruised in the morning. 
You can feel the weight of him between your legs and across your chest, heavy and full on your body. It squeezes the air from your lungs with each thrust, has you gasping as you climb ever closer to another high on his cock. Izuku’s making your head spin, the weight of him pushing on your chest. You let the light-headedness overtake you, give into the full feeling that he gives you as his pace picks up. 
Izuku’s hips are sputtering, his cheeks painted a bright crimson as his eyebrows knit together. And then his head is falling forward, a low groan vibrating through his chest and you feel it across the underside of your thighs where he has you pinned before it turns into a whimper that sends chills running down your spine and has you spasming around him. 
He takes your cheeks between his fingers, lifting his gaze to yours and exposing his red and glistening face to you, green eyes clouded with a heavy coating of lust. Fuck, its hot as he fills you up, scalding your insides as you feel him bury himself in your cunt with a few shaky thrusts, kissing your cervix as he pumps you full of him. 
“God, fuck. Take it, yeah– fucking take it.” He chokes out, voice breaking at the end with the weight of his orgasm and the way your cunt milks him for everything he has.
He swears that he sees stars, swears that he’s found god in your cunt, the sweat that sticks his body to yours as he fills your womb with him. And your orgasm hits you with a blinding force as his ends, a sharp squeal melting into a low gasp as your voice escapes you, going stupid beneath him. Izuku whines through your orgasm and you can feel yourself gushing around him, feel the slip and slide of his cum and yours as he fucks it deeper into you while your hips struggle to writhe under his weight. 
There’s no escape from this feeling, no time to breathe as your orgasm washes over you in waves that send a broken mumble of his name from your lips, hands coming to grab his ass and push him deeper into you. Izuku whimpers at your eagerness to take him, at the way he can feel your hips struggle to squirm as your legs quiver under his weight. 
“Oh god…” You breathe out, half delirious as his cock stays seated inside of you while he pants over you. 
Izuku wants to stay there, buried inside of you where he can feel his cum flooding your cunt. He wants to keep you plugged up so that when he pulls out there’s no fucking way you aren’t pregnant.
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planetsano · 7 months ago
baby fever.
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synopsis ↷ desperate times call for desperate measures. izuku makes you and your husband bakugou a mommy and daddy with his potent nut.
warnings ↷ pro hero au, breeding, pregnancy, unprotected sex, mentions of adoption & sperm donation, pining, infidelity, cucking, mmf threesome, male infertility, izuku has big breeder balls & a fat cock.
characters ↷ bakugou katsuki & izuku midoriya.
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Izuku’s thick cock laid heavy on your tummy. Admittedly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been this achingly hard. The given situation was one Izuku never thought he’d be in— not even in his most perverted dreams.
“Come on, Deku.” Bakugou’s tone was harsh as he spoke to the green-haired man. “You fuckin’ promised you would get my girl pregnant so fuckin’ do it.”
Bakugou was infertile simply put. After a trip to a specialist, the doctor let you two know that Bakugou just didn’t have enough active swimmers in his sperm. Neither of you can count all the failed attempts at trying for a baby on both your hands combined. Unfortunately, it was something that couldn’t be helped with the doctor advising you to look into adoption and, well, a sperm donor.
Adoption was a high possibility, but neither of you was particularly fond of the idea of a sperm donor. It was the anonymity and the cold transactional feel of the whole ordeal that was unsettling and rather... off-putting to you both. As the weeks went by, the fear of not being able to have a child organically was really starting to settle in you both after the last few desperate attempts to try to get pregnant ultimately failed again.
Things went quiet after that. It was almost an unspoken rule to not bring the matter up anymore. Both parties were equally upset. You have to cope with potentially never being a mother while Bakugou fights his own demons— beating himself up for not being a husband that can provide everything for you in every single aspect of your life. It was mentally exhausting— you both were drained.
It was you who suggested the idea to your husband one night after a hero’s charity gala event. Everything was well throughout the night, that was until you grew envious of Izuku and his wife sharing pictures of their most recent newborn. That would be baby number three for the seemingly perfect couple. Bakugou noticed your change in mood that night, going from sweet and congratulatory to a shift into a more reserved and detached demeanor. He knew what was wrong but all he could provide at the moment was a reassuring hand on the small of your back followed by a chaste kiss to your temple.
You remember sitting at your vanity removing the last of your makeup when you brought up the conversation. Your nerves were getting the best of you but it didn’t stop you from trying.
“Katsuki,” You called softly, eyes looking at his relaxing form on the bed through your mirror. Your hands reached for the soft and fluffy material of the panda headband you often wore while doing your skincare routine.
“What is it?” Bakugou answered gruffly, his eyes still locked on his phone while he scrolled through his various social media. While you put the headband on, your mind churns trying to find the right words to say.
“What about... Midoriya?” Your voice was careful and cautious as if it were stepping on eggshells. It went silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.
“What about that twerp?” Bakugou sat up slowly and locked eyes from behind you through the reflection of the mirror. You mentally rolled your eyes at his juvenile words— even years after graduating from UA, some things never change. Your upper half turned around in the chair, your arm resting on the back as you looked at him.
“He can give us a baby.” You said.
That’s how Izuku found himself in the position he was now, seconds away from fucking his childhood best friend’s wife pregnant. There is no denying that there’s a bit of history between you and Izuku. Bakugou may have your long-lasting love, but Izuku was your first love once upon a time. Seeing you spread out underneath him like this once again after so many years stirred up deep feelings he’s repressed to such a degree that he believed those emotions didn’t exist anymore— that he grew out of them. He realized now that hadn’t ever been the case. Izuku almost feels sick, he’s been “happily” married for about three years now. What are these feelings? He remembers when you told him the news that you and Bakugou had gotten engaged. The cheerful smile on his lips couldn’t have been a bigger lie. “Repress. Forget. Ignore.” is what Izuku forced himself to do, eventually believing his own lie and “moving on.”
“Don’t wanna wait anymore— fuck me, please.” You whine and roll your hips upward in hopes of any kind of friction. Bakugou sat beside you both, his own cock hard and standing at attention embarrassingly enough. He didn’t have to be there, but he wanted to. It made sense, right? Obviously, he wanted to be present for his kid’s conception. It was only fair for him to be present. Bakugou insisted that it wasn’t for anything else, but the way his cheeks were flushed a peachy shade of pink indicated otherwise.
“Move.” Bakugou intervenes with a grumble. Izuku sat on his knees letting the blond hike one of your legs up, nearly pinning your thigh to your chest by cupping the back of your knee.
They watched your wet cunt visibly flutter around nothing before Bakugou took his middle and ring finger and plunged them deep into your cunt earning an explicit mewl from your lips. Izuku watched Bakugou twist and scissor his fingers a couple of times before slipping them out of you and bringing them up to the freckled man’s face.
“See that?” Bakugou asked. Izuku’s mouth watered watching the way the wetness from your hole coated Bakugou’s thick fingers making them glisten in the low-lit bedroom. Two clear thin strings of slick connected his digits as he spread them further apart. “Means she’s ovulating. Cunt’s begging to be bred.”
“Kacchan.. I—” Izuku’s gaze torn away from his fingers, anxious emerald irises met a pair of unyielding vermilion ones. “Are you both sure about this?” his brows are knitted upward in the center.
“Please, Midoriya,” The gentle plea followed by the dainty hand grabbing around his cock made him shutter. Izuku looked down at you with glossy eyes as you worked your hand up and down his shaft with the lightest touch. The precum he was producing was dribbling on your supple tummy and leaving behind a slick patch of wetness on your skin.
“Give us a baby, please. We can’t do it without you.” You spread your thighs further, slipping the head of his cock past your folds and against your clit a few times before aligning him up with your hole.
Izuku failed to notice Bakugou slip behind him until the blond’s lips were at his ear lobe, the tickle from his breath gave Izuku goosebumps.
“Fuck a baby into ‘er, Number 1,” Bakugou whispered, there was hidden aggression behind the nickname. “I won’t ask again.” He provokes. As much as Bakugou hates to admit it, Izuku was the only man he trusted enough to fuck his wife let alone get her pregnant. Izuku was the most fit in his opinion, besides himself or maybe, Kirishima. But with the lack of children on his end and the fact that Izuku had history with you in the past, it was clear what the obvious choice was.
Bakugou watched from over Izuku’s shoulder, his large hands roaming up and down his abs until he was eventually kneading at his big pecs. Bakugou’s eyes were locked on how slowly he entered you, how Izuku’s fat cock split your tight cunt open. Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape and your brow furrowed the more he pushed into your hole. Izuku’s bottom lip was tucked between his incisors desperately trying to hold back a moan. The stretch from his shaft separating your walls burned but it was so pleasant to be filled to the brim. His cock had a nice curve that hit all the right ripples inside of you. Once he was fully bottomed out his trimmed green bush met your clit.
“How does he feel, princess?” Bakugou asked.
“Feels good, Katsu,” You whimpered. “’S so big, baby.”
“Yeah? Stretching out your greedy cunt so well, ain’t he?” His vulgar words made Izuku’s cock twitch inside of you and a moan, rather a whine, escaped his lips.
It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into your poor cunt. Bakugou’s large hands gripped Izuku’s hips, guiding his pace and movement. The relentless pace was almost painful with men making it their mission to get his cock as deep as it could go into you. Izuku had your thighs spread and hiked up. Every time his pelvis rammed into you, the tip of his cock was blatantly kissing your cervix just begging to enter your womb. Bakugou’s cock rubbed against the curve of Izuku’s plump ass while his pearly straight teeth sunk into the younger hero’s skin, leaving deep, red bite marks behind.
All three of you were so, so close— just needed a little bit more.
“M-Midoriya— need- need your cum, need it-” You managed to speak between his hard thrusts.
“You’re gonna be a mommy soon, (Name),” Izuku let out. He sounded breathless, almost like he couldn’t speak. “Gonna make you both a mommy and daddy,” He was close, his voice was wavering just as much as his hips.
“Hah, yeah?” Bakugou grabbed a fist full of Izuku’s hair, yanking his head back so his Adam's apple was on full display. “You fuckin’ better.” The blond gritted into his ear, his cock rubbing against him harder and at a quicker pace. Izuku’s eyes were closed, brows furrowed and his mouth hanging open in complete ecstasy. He could feel you clench around his cock, your orgasm took you by surprise. It started tiny, deep in the pit of your belly until it erupted into strong waves and made your lower half shake into a fit. You felt a bit of wetness come from your cunt as your walls contracted around him.
“‘M gonna fill her up, Kacchan. G-gonna fuck a baby into her.” Izuku moans out in almost a delirious state of euphoria.
“Do it. She’s begging for it, Deku.” Bakugou nips at his ear. “Make me a daddy.”
As if on cue, Izuku’s painted your velvety red walls white in copious amounts. He unloaded every last drop he had held in his balls as if he’s been saving up for years to stuff your womb with his seed. You’ve never felt quite this full. The only way you could describe the feeling was being a water balloon that was actively being filled with a warm substance that was thicker than water. Izuku’s balls twitched as he continued to stuff you full, there was no way you were pregnant after this. He knew his seed was potent, it was almost dangerous. He was three kids now and none of them was a retry.
Bakugou on the other hand had his hand wrapped tightly around his cock jerking himself off hastily. He let out a low grunt of “fuck” before he spilled his cum on Izuku’s lower back, the milky substance running down slowly onto his ass. Izuku gave you a few more pumps, some of his seed was oozing out of your cunt already before he even pulled out.
Your belly felt so full and heavy, like a bitch in heat you just got bred. All you could do was lay there in complete bliss with your hand on your belly hoping that the next morning you would be a new mommy.
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katsupeach · 4 months ago
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ttodoroki shouto x f!reader
technically a continuation of this but you don't need to read it to understand.
summary - shouto's been gathering the courage to ask for some of your attention for some time. today's the day.
a/n: porn w very little plot, overworked self insert reader, praise/degradation, sir dom shouto, collar, choking, sub reader
wc - 4k
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By the time he reaches his apartment building across town, twilight has come and gone, the sky inky and dark, the snow falling harder. He stomps his boots off on the mat as the doorman opens the door for him, and he enters the ornate lobby. It’s restored from the early 1920s, decidedly ugly pink marble covering the walls and floors, with bright bronze accents. He nods to the person at the front desk, and turns the corner to the elevators at the same time that you enter from the other side, carrying a huge stack of papers. Clearly, you’d spent some time outside, snow was lodged in your hair, the melting wetness changing it’s texture, and your bare hands are white knuckled around the papers. His heart thrums, but he walks to you on instinct and adrenaline alone, unwilling to deny himself the pleasure of your company any longer,
“Please, may I help you?”
“Ah, sure,” you hand him some of the papers shyly, but he takes them all, leaving your hands unexpectedly free. “You’re um, you’re the hero right?” He blinks at you, are you, unsure as to his identity? “I um, I don’t get into that stuff much.” You admit sheepishly. “I work a lot...”
“I’m just Todoroki Shouto.” He says, willing himself to not be so stiff for once in his life, to relax a little, to be normal. “On the fifteenth floor.”
“I am too!” You say, giving him a warm smile that melts all the ice in his bones and turns his legs to jelly. “F/n L/n.”
“Ah.” He says, like he didn’t already know that, like he hadn’t fallen in love with you the first time he’d seen you in the hallway, moving yourself in, refusing anyone’s help with even the heaviest boxes. You were stubborn, he could tell. A challenge.
“How was work?” He asks, as the elevator doors seal.
“Ah,” you lean against the wall and close your eyes. “I almost quit actually. But I didn’t. So it was a normal day.” He laughs lightly, and then pauses,
“Ah, sorry,” he squints at you, “You have an eyelash, I don’t want it to fall in your eye.” You swallow, and lift your face to him, what a good girl, the words flying to his brain before he can stop them. He sets your files on the floor, holding your jaw steady with his free hand, his thumb pressing into the plush of your cheek.
“Did you um,” he feels the warmth of your skin under his touch, you don’t dare make eye contact with him, “Did you get it?” He collects the eyelash and releases you, briefly wondering if he should have let you wish on it, but knowing that the warmth of your breath on his skin would have absolutely set him on fire.
“Yes.” He says, leaning back and picking up the files. There’s an awkward pause. “Your hands are shaking.” He says, glancing at you again. You swallow.
“Ah, because,” anxiety and bile builds in your throat as you summon some courage, and plowing forward, “Because I want to invite you um, in for dinner.” You say, hands shaking so hard you shove them in your pockets.
“What’s stopping you?” He asks smoothly, wondering what he can do to calm you, to provide you psychological safety in his presence.
“I really don’t want to cook,” you say, laughing sheepishly, “And um, inviting you in for takeout seems, um, like I don’t, I mean,” you stammer, “I, I, guess, what I’m trying to say, is that I’d-”
“Come to mine.” He says, cutting you off. You let out a long breath, visibly relaxing.
“Thank you.” He nods, drinking in the small smile your lips curl into, watching you fight it, then it wins you over, you notice him looking and you bury your face in your palms. “Sorry, sorry,” you hide and he rolls his eyes as the elevator doors ding open. He leads you down the hallway, allowing you to self immolate while his hands are full, opens his door, and sets your files on his counter, and turns back to you.
“And ah, no more of that, it’s alright.” He peels your hands away from your face, and you don’t jump at the odd temperature difference.
“I was thinking maybe I should go back to my apartment, and um put on makeup or something.” You mumble. He shakes his head.
“You look beautiful right now.” At his words, you fall apart again, hands flying to your face and then dropping again when you remember yourself.
“Sorry.” You say quickly, and he gives you a warm, reassuring smile. He takes his coat off, and you start to follow suit, but he comes behind you and slips the soaked fabric off your shoulders, folding it under his arm.
“Did you walk home?” He asks, and you nod. “It’s snowing hard.”
“I lied.” You blurt out. “About having a normal day at work. It was um, it was a bad day, a bad day at work. Didn’t quit though.” With nowhere to hide, your hands tremble again, a product of nerves and caffeine.
“How much coffee did you drink today?” He asks, moving towards you slowly, as if you’ll spook at sudden movement.
“Lost track.” You admit, and he shakes his head. “I didn’t eat anything though, so um, just, that probably didn’t help.” He frowns, hands resting on your upper arms.
“What if,” he suggests in a calm, smooth voice, “I order some food, you sit there, on the couch, and drink the glass of water I’m going to bring you.” You visibly relax and nod. “Good.” He says, gently directing you to the most comfortable spot on the couch, taking a throw blanket and tucking it around you. You take a deep breath.
“What happened at work?” He asks and you close your eyes.
“I um, I’m not a manager, but I manage three departments.” You take the glass of water he offers, as he sits down next to you. “And I had my review today, basically, and they told me that, ah, that I needed to be better at managing three departments, and I brought up that I am not paid like a manager, nor am I actually supposed to be managing those departments, and they didn’t, ah, take that well.” Tears burn in your eyes, “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry,” you go to stand, “I shouldn’t, you don’t even know me, I-” he rests a large hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the couch.
“It’s alright.” He says, “I had, ah, a rather interesting day, and I would prefer your company to being alone, if that’s fine with you.” You blink a couple times. “And as long as you’d prefer my company to being alone, I’d like to have you stay.”
“It is, um,” you smile at him, “Definitely preferable to being alone.” You take another sip of water, feeling your humanity return as you relax a little. “What was your day like?” He groans and rubs his eyes.
“Oh god, I did something.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re going to think less of me if I explain it though.” You giggle, and it’s such a sharp bell tone that he sits up, immediately more awake and alert. “You have a beautiful laugh.” He watches you fight your smile again, but this time, it wins, and your face glows with gentle joy.
“Thank you.” He’s treated to more music when you laugh again, watching a memory overtake you, “I’ll trade you an embarrassing story for an embarrassing story, if you’d like.” He thinks about it.
“Can I get you a drink first?”
“Depends on what kind of whiskey you have,” your teeth graze your lower lip momentarily, “I’m picky and awful.” He inhales deeply through his nose, standing.
“I prefer scotch.” He admits.
“Oh!” You sit up, excited. “Let me run next door quickly, I have something you should try if um, if you have glasses, because I only have mugs.”
“You’ve been drinking whiskey out of mugs?” He shakes his head, tutting quietly. “And I took you for a woman of culture.”
“That,” you say, an almost playful smile on your lips, “Was your first mistake.” He nods and watches you leave in your tight work skirt, trying not to imagine how hands on the plush of your skin would feel under his hands.
You dash through your cluttered apartment, scrambling out of your work clothes into leggings and a tank top, choosing not to grab a flannel at the last moment, remembering his soft throw blanket. You smooth your fingers your hair and kick off your work shoes, refusing to look in the mirror, he’d said you looked fine, you’d trust him. You grab two bottles from your cabinet and walk back over to his apartment, knocking on the door. He opens it, and takes you in for a full second, still disheveled of course, hair a little wild from the snow, but holy shit, in this he could finally see your body. It takes his full willpower to keep his eyes on your face and not your clavicle, not the cut of your bra strap into your skin, not the shape of your thigh in the leggings.
“You look lovely.” He says, taking the bottles from you and flicking the light on in his kitchen, “You drink powers?” He narrows his eyes at you, “This is strong stuff.”
“Okay well, it’s for special occasions, it’s kinda peaty. I prefer the other one, it’s ah, actually whiskey created for people who normally drink white wine, it’s got um, notes of apple and champagne in it.” You trail off, he’s staring at you. “Um,” you breathe, and he reaches out and tucks some of your hair behind one of your ears.
“Sorry,” He says, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You swallow.
“That’s alright,” you breathe, “I don’t remember what I was saying.”
“Which one do you want, the powers or the knappogue castle?” He asks.
“Knappogue Castle please.” He pours for you, and hands you the glass, one single huge ice cube taking up most of the cup space. He does the same and walks you back to the couch.
“You have to speak first.” He says. “I can’t, I can’t tell this story sober, you’ll understand when you hear it.” You heave a big sigh.
“Ah when I was in college, and you were an intern at your fathers agency, my brother bought a poster with your face on it.” He chuckles, but you hold up a hand. “But I, despite seeing that poster through his open door for years whenever I was home, didn’t recognize you when I was moving in.” You take a deep breath. “I’m so sorry, my heart’s racing.”
“Is it the caffeine?” He offers, and to his delight you scoot a little closer to him on the couch. “That’s not so bad.” He pauses. “When you saw me and you didn’t know who I was what did you think of me?” You think about it.
“Um, handsome.” You mumble, looking away, and he reaches out, closing the distance between the two of you,
“You don’t have to look away from me when you’re being sincere.” He says, catching your chin and gently guiding your gaze back to meet his.
“Yes, I do,” you breathe. He takes another sip of his drink, shrugging. “Anyway, your turn for an embarrassing story.”
“I was hoping yours was longer.” He says, an almost smirk on his face. You just shrug, and he throws caution to the wind, better to lay his cards on the table than have an unsatisfying sexual experience down the line. “A friend of mine,” He says, leaning back on the couch and holding eye contact with you, “Required some assistance with his girlfriend.”
“Assistance?” You repeat, taking a sip of the whiskey, feeling it warm you.
“Ah, I suppose I have a bit of a reputation,” he says, wondering how much to share, and you raise your eyebrows, “As ah, as a disciplinarian.” He watches you think for a moment, and then understand.
“Oh!” You smile at him, “Really?”
“Yes,” he sips his drink, “And my friend wanted help, being I guess, more strict with her, in the context of sex.” You smile at him, your chin coming to rest in the palm of your hand.
“So how did you help them with that?”
“I think it might be a betrayal of their confidence.” he says, “But ah, just communication. Things like that are about trust.” He watches you nod slowly, hiding his sweaty palms. “Tell me what you’re thinking?” You laugh.
“Ah, you said you were a disciplinarian and my imagination is running wild.” He smirks.
“And is there something you’d like me to do about that?” He says, and you open your mouth to respond, then close it, biting down hard on your lower lip.
“What if,” you cock your head a little, “What if I asked you to decide for me?” He laughs quietly.
“Come here, then.” He says cooly, lifting an arm up. You move across the couch and settle under it, he nestles you against his chest. “Isn’t that better, than sitting so far?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, “I like it better like this.”
“Did you have plans for the rest of the evening?” He asks, as you breathe in his scent, some complex leathery cologne, clean laundry.
“No.” You answer. “Did you want to um,” he cocks his head and looks down at you, “Did you want me to stay?”
“I would like that, yes.” He says, moving his arm lower, from your shoulders to his waist, he runs his fingers along your silhouette. “Sure you weren’t the one with a poster of me?” He says, teasing gently, but you lift your face to him, eyes wide and innocent.
‘“No I promise!” You shake your head, and he watches your face as you think of the thing you want to say. “So I don’t get any clues, about your whole deal?”
“I think I’ve given you plenty.” He says, his grip on you tightening. You take the last sip of your drink and set it on the table. “Would you take mine as well, please?” He says, and you take his empty cup, huge ice cube half melted, and set it on a coaster. “Alright,” he says, taking you by the waist and lifting you, setting you down so that you’re facing him in his lap. “I was going to keep torturing you but I can’t, you just used a coaster without being asked which is tantamount to a proposal of marriage in my eyes.” You giggle again and a warmth spreads across his chest.
“So whatcha gonna do?” You smile at him, cocking your head.
“I’m thinking,” he pauses, “That depends, on how well behaved you are.”
“I don’t um,” you shudder as he reaches up and cups your face with one of his hands, stroking your cheek. “Traditionally require a lot of discipline.” He guides you down to meet his lips in a kiss, taking full control immediately, rolling his hips against yours carefully, then sitting up, laying you down on your back on the couch, kissing you passionately. You feel his lips move down your neck, and you gasp,
“Can I, can I ask you for something?” You say, and he lifts his head, looking you in the eyes. “I don’t want to make a single decision for a few hours, is that alright?” He laughs a little, breathing irregularly.
“Yes, kitten,” he says, “I can do that,” he watches you squirm with pleasure at the petname, “Familiar with colored safewords?”
“Red for stop, yellow for slow, green for fine.” You repeat, and he leans in, impulsively kissing you, slotting a thigh between yours. He takes both of your wrists in one huge hand and holds them over your head, letting you grind against him desperately, he presses his knee against your sex, a beautiful, broken moan falls from your lips into his mouth.
“So beautiful,” he says, breaking his own rule about unearned praise, and god, when he stops holding your wrists, you keep your hands above your head, like a good fucking girl. He keeps kissing you, lifting your tank top up, over your shoulders and face, knotting it around your wrist as a makeshift bind, then he freezes,
“Oh, um,” You blink up at him and he shakes his head.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this since you refused to let me help you move in,” he says quietly, “Do you remember that?” Your face warms.
“I wanted to be able to say I’d done it for myself!” You protest.
“It took you two days!” He shakes his head at you. “I was just thinking, that, when I thought about,” he pauses, deciding how much to reveal, “Making you ask me for things,” you giggle, “I didn’t imagine it on my couch.” He frees your hands and climbs off you, offering you a hand. You let him pull you into a standing position, pressed against his chest.
“Is there like, a dungeon or something I should-” He cuts you off with a kiss, delicately holding your face against his,
“When you’re not panicking,” he murmurs, ‘You’re funny.” He watches your face light up, and then you look down. “We’ll work on accepting compliments.” He says, taking your hand and interlacing your fingers, and leading you down the hallway.
He pushes open the door, and gives you a second to react.
“Why is your bedroom so much bigger than mine?” You whirl on him. “We’ve got the same floor plan.”
“We do not.” He says, pulling his shirt over his head while you marvel at the size of the room. “Technically my apartment is two apartments.” You whirl on him, clearly with something to say that flies out of your head when you see him, chiseled like adonis, a few tendrils of his white hair falling out of their perfectly parted style onto his forehead.
“Oh my god,” you blink a couple times. “You’re um, you look like-”
“It’s just my job.” He shrugs. “Come here.” He revels in the way you dart to him, putting a hand on your shoulder and guiding you to your knees. He unbuckles his belt and then slips it around your neck, holding the end of it gently, watching your pupils dilate in the low light. “Color?” He asks and you blink a couple times.
“Ah, uh, green.” He nods, and reaches down, cupping your face in both hands, stroking your cheeks before bending down and kissing you softly. He gently leads you to the bed, and lifts you effortlessly, placing down on his luxurious duvet.
“Relax,” He says, “I can feel your heart racing,” his hand circles one of your wrists, “You’re safe, I’m going to take good care of you, alright?” He peels you out of your leggings, rubbing soothing circles into the inside of your hips.
“I trust you.” You breathe, and something inside him warms.
“I hope you know I take that seriously.” He climbs onto the bed, still just in his pants, “And I’m going to help you relax, just focus on breathing.” You let out a low whimper as he hooks his arms around your thighs, tugging your panties down and tossing them onto the floor. “Slide a pillow under your head and stay still.” He orders, still cool and calm but there’s an edge to his voice.
“Yes sir,” you whisper, obeying, and he rewards you by rubbing a soft circle into your thigh. You shiver, his breath is cool on your skin, he watches it prick into goosebumps at his touch. You let out a long breath, very slowly as you feel him press a kiss to the inside of your thigh before gently parting your folds with his face, holding eye contact with you as he starts eating you out slowly. Already, he can tell that despite your best efforts, you’re not skilled at staying still while receiving pleasure, but oh you sweet thing, it’s incredible to watch you try. You curl your hands into fists, trembling with effort. When he sucks gently at your clit you buck your hips and moan, a saccharine ecstasy he commits to memory, but he watches you tremble, trying to hold still as your thighs shake in his hands. He feels himself wanting to break his own rules, wanting to praise you for simply existing, tell you how good you taste, how good you feel under his hands, how beautiful you looked, and sounded.
“Oh, oh my god,” you cry out, and he has to tighten his grip on your thighs to keep them open as he slides his tongue inside you, “Shouto, fuck, ‘m gonna, please can I cum?” Your plaintive desperation hits him hard, all the blood rushing from his brain to his cock.
“Go ahead,” He murmurs into you and is rewarded with your soft keening of his name. Your voice sends shivers up his spine, and he resists the urge to overstimulate you, as immediately the sound is endeared to him, your Shouto, shouto, shouto becoming the only thing he wants to hear, maybe ever again. He traces comforting patterns on your thighs as your cunt gushes around him. “What a good girl,” he breathes, and his heart swells as you sigh with satisfaction. He scoots up on the bed, wiping his chin on his hand before kissing you tenderly. “Do you feel better?” He asks softly and you look up at him, eyes full of a soft trust.
“Yes, thank you.” You reach for him, but then shy away and he smiles, “I want to um, to make you feel good,” you whisper, like you’re sharing a secret in a crowded room. “But I don’t know if I need to ask permission, to um, to touch?” He reaches up and brushes some hair out of your face.
“What were you thinking,” he murmurs, “To make me feel good?” You crumble then, so shy, so soft and sweet, covering your face with your hands and mumbling,
“I um,” you look up at him in the darkness of his bedroom, “I was hoping you’d um, you’d want to fuck me?” Adorable. You can’t even look him in the eyes. He leans in, kissing you softly.
“Do you think you can stay still for me?” He asks, one hand still holding the makeshift leash around your neck. You shake your head honestly. “Don’t worry,” he breathes, “I’ll take care of it.” He takes your wrists, removing the tank top and gently affixes them to his headboard with the belt, testing them a little. “Too tight?”
“It’s fine, sir.” You breathe, a fresh wave of warmth on your face as you feel the stickiness between your thighs. He presses a kiss to your forehead, slotting himself between your legs.
“So polite,” he muses, you feel the head of his cock press against you, “Birth control?” You nod.
“Yes, sir.” He chuckles darkly.
“Perfect.” You feel him ease inside you and he watches your slow intake of breath, “Too much?” He asks, and you shake your head. “I’ll start slow,” he promises, already wondering if it’s one he can keep, you feel, perfect, warm and wet, sucking him in. You whimper as the tip of his cock grazes your cervix,
“S-so big,” you choke out and he nods, kissing you again as he slowly starts to roll his hips against yours, wanting to feel you moan against him as he discovers the best angle to make you- “Fuck,” you gasp, “Fuck, Shouto, right there, right-”
“Gonna cum for me again,” he grunts, “You wanna cum again?” His voice gets hard and mean, “Greedy little slut,” you whimper at the degradation.
“Please,” you babble, feeling him so deep inside you, straining against his belt, lifting your hips to meet his, with every heavy slap of his body against yours you teeter further towards the edge of your pleasure. You clench down on him hard and he buries his face in your neck, swiping his rough tongue on your soft skin before biting down hard. You gasp, your back arching,
“Cum for me,” he growls in your ear before his teeth close on it and you bite back a yelp, “C’mon,” He grunts, “I know you can do it, I wanna feel it, wanna feel it on my cock.”
“I’m so close,” you whimper, and he reaches down, rubbing gently at your puffy clit. That seems to send you vaulting over some kind of edge, your back peeling off the blankets as you suck in a sharp gasp. He feels you clench and flutter around him, biting back his own loud groan at the delicious sensation, but unsatisfied with your pleasure, he said he’d help you relax and goddamnit he was going to do so. He rolls his hips against yours, reaching up and wrapping a hand around your neck, waiting for you to float back to earth.
“Color?” He asks, squeezing gently, and you, oh you perfect little thing, gasp,
“Green,” you squirm underneath him, “Can take it harder, ‘promise, Shouto, I can-” You’re cut off when he tightens his grip on your neck and you’re hit with another intense wave of pleasure. It’s so dizzying you barely hold onto reality, eyes watering. He picks up the pace, fucking you so hard your breath is coming in short sharp gasps.
“Fuck,” he snarls, finally losing some of his icy composure, “Fuck, you’re gonna make me fucking cum, squeezin’ me so tight,” he grunts, “Jesus christ,” you barely hear him, barely feeling belt on your wrists, his hands on your face, on your waist, on your chest, his lips on your cheek, your ear, drawing more gasping, desperate breaths from your body. You feel his own thrusts stutter as he reaches his own high, pulling out at the last second and cumming into a tissue he dexterously snatches fron his bedside table. You open one bleary eye, and he flops next to you, working at the belt around your wrists until you’re free to wrap your arms around his neck, and lock your legs around his waist.
“Are you comfortable?” He asks quietly, and you nod, face buried in his neck. You hum softly, happily, and his heart swells.
“Thank you.” You whisper, and he snorts derisively.
“Do you thank men after they fuck you, or am I special?” You pull away from him so that you can look him in the eyes, and lift a hand to his face, cupping his cheek.
“I think you know the answer to that.” You say softly.
“Can I take you to dinner,” He asks, hope rising and falling like his shallow breaths as he waits to find out if you’ll slip out of his life as quietly as you came in.
“Hmmm,” you think about it, giving him a delightfully musical sigh. “What about takeout, like you suggested earlier?” He nods, taking one of your hands and bringing it to his lips.
“Your fingers are so cold,” He tucks your body into the warmer half of his own. “Is that better?” You nod, still barely awake, barely conscious in your fucked out stupor.
“It was nice.” You mumble, and he can feel your lips moving against his bare skin, which erupts in goosebumps at the sensation. “Not to think for a little.” He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. “But I’m afraid that this means I’m vulnerable now.” You confess, before you can stop yourself, “And I’m uncomfortable with that vulnerability.”
“Are you sure you’re not uncomfortable with all vulnerability?” You blink at him in the darkness, it’s snowing hard outside his window.
“Maybe.” You say and he gives you a little squeeze.
“That’s alright,” he presses his lips to your forehead, “I’ll help you, alright.” You shiver, and snuggle closer to him. “You don’t have to spend it with me, but you have to take a vacation.”
“Really?” You ask softly, looking up at him and he nods.
“Really.” He kisses you softly, “Now what do you want for dinner, or would you prefer I decide for you?”
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toru-oikawas-milkbread · a month ago
The BNHA Characters Send you a Dirty text | Pt.1
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Pairing: BNHA Characters x f!reader
Notes: Okay, I have a new series! I was counting late last night and I think after I finish this one I have 21 of these chapters before I’m caught up to my Haikyuu series and I add on the extras I’m doing for the other series as well. I’m excited to keep working on these chapters and finish them up! Then I’m hoping I can keep them caught up equally with my Haikyuu series 
In this part I have: Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Iida, Shinso, Momo, Mina, and Hatsume! 
If you want to check out my masterlist for the BNHA texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!
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