adoringmha

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[adoringmha]

ADORINGMHA ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ alyssa ⋆ ★ black ⋆· ༘ twenty-three

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recent works: (* = smut)

→ just can't get enough (toxic fwb with katsuki) *

→ what you do to me * (roommate!bakugo)

→ katsuki likes riling you up *

→ katsuki has a habit of kissing your beauty marks *

→ katsuki likes having his hands on you

→ new bf katsuki is scared of hurting you during sex *

[cinna-creme]

a/n: i wanna ride :(

your thighs are shaking on either side of his head, hips jerking desperately against his mouth as you ride his face. his hands are sliding up and down your sides and all over your front to tweak and pull your nipples. his red hair is flared out on the bed as he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

“ngh fuck kiri!” you circle your hips.

he groans and licks down to your pussy and shoves his tongue in. your toes curl and you squeal, shaking your hips on his tongue, rubbing your clit right against his nose.

he slurps at you like you’re water and he’s dehydrated, shaking his head, hands sliding down and spanking you softly to spur you into riding him harder, faster. when you cum he holds your hips down and fucks his tongue into you, sucking out all of your juices you have to offer.

“kiri! kiri i- hah! lemme-”

“what do you want pretty girl?” he mumbles into your heat.

“wanna ride you.” you try to lift up.

“you are.” he leans up and licks a stripe up your center.

“no! i wanna ride you!” you reach down and yank his hair.

he chuckles, letting you up and you’re quick to shove his shorts down and grind yourself agaisnt his cock. he groans when you eagerly line him up, fingers digging into your hips as you start to sink down. you toss your head back, moan tearing from your lips as he stretches you open.

“easy baby.” he slows your movements. “not too fast.”

“please. kiri please.” you shimmy down another inch.

he lets you slide down another inch, grinning at the breathy whines spilling from your mouth. he holds your hips and guides you down, cooing at you as you take him fully. you take a minute to adjust before you start wildly humping against him, grabbing onto his hands that are gripping your waist.

“shit baby, slow down.” he pants, hips canting up to meet yours.

your pleasure is already tight in your lower belly, the burn in your thighs means nothing from the way kirishima rolls his eyes back with each sticky smack. he doesn’t care that he’s close he know when you burst around him he’ll fill you a second later shamelessly.

“fuck baby. take what you need.” he moans, blinking up at you with heavy eyes.

your pussy hugs him, coaxes more pre to slobber against your velvet walls. wet squelch’s and broken moans bounce off the bedroom walls as you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest and digging your nails in as you cum around him. he whines, cock twitching before he coats your walls with his cum.

“wanna- agh! wanna go again.” you collapse on his chest.

he rolls the two of you over and slowly starts to rock his hips into yours again.

[traddykes]

being told to take that cock while you’re pinned and getting fucked is so hot cause it’s not an ask or praise, it’s an outright demand. they’re inside you, pounding your cunt so hard and slamming into you that you can barely catch your breath and you quite literally have no choice but to take it. the phrase is a mockery, made to remind you to lay there and submit, let your cunt do what it does best

[bfbkg]

I LOVE bakugou who’s never on social media, definitely not reading anybody’s dms but you’re an influencer that dms him and he’s replying back immediately

[bfbkg]

like he doesn’t know of you before you dm him. he hardly looks through his instagram but he randomly decides to, looking at videos his friends have sent him and then he peeps into the verified section to see the dms other celebs have sent him.

one includes your message from yesterday. twenty two hours ago.

@/yn: you’re so fineeee

@/yn: lmk when you’re free. we should hang x

clicks on your profile. is stunned that a woman like you is taking interest in him. it’s all brand deals for clothing, smoothies, perfume, new tech. model shoots and every photo ‘dump’ is perfectly curated with no makeup selfies in the car, you on a brand trip at the beach, your breakfast with croissants, cream and fruit.

but he always stares longer at the photos of you.

it’s a small back and forth.

@/dynamight: Coming from you

cheesy line but he’s not good at flirting. that covers complimenting you and somewhat accepting your compliment. it’s also TRUE. coming from you, saying anything nice about him falls redundant.

he’s also too nervous to actually set up a day to meet you like you offered so he leaves it at that.

twenty minutes later.

@/yn: and i’ve always been told dynamight is rude

@/dynamight: You’ve been asking about me?

he’s shocked here if he’s completely honest.

@/yn: you know what it’s like…. everyone talks

then he ends up seeing you everywhere.

always on his social media, on other people’s accounts and then your own. he did follow you back which was a sticky move since he follows less than ten people. even his update accounts post that he’s followed you and he’s got no clue how to react to that. he’s told by his publicist that people online are already speculating that he’s dating you. not a bad rumour at all, but he’s shocked at how quick people jump to conclusions from a simple follow.

he sees you on two billboards when he’s on patrol. one makeup shop with a two second video of you smiling with a blush in your hand. ‘@/yn LOVES IT!’ underneath. he sees the jacket you were promoting in your last instagram. he sees another photo of you outside this athleisure shop in these workout leggings and sports bra hitting this yoga pose.

it gets him a little obsessed with you. not mentioning his crush to anyone but spends time looking at your instagram. stalking your stories. never likes anything though. thinks about dming you and continuing your short conversation but deems it too awkward.

it’s only until he’s in a restaurant. him, deku and todoroki. catching up on the latest in the hero world, in their personal lives. that he sees you walking in with your friends. the ones that he saw on your story earlier today.

“fuck. fuck.”

hiding behind his menu, somewhat in disbelief that you’ve managed to escape his dreams and come to life in front of him. your laugh is melodic and your skin glows just like you said it would in that korean skincare instagram advert you did.

“kacchan? what’s wrong?” deku asks.

todoroki looks around the room to see if he can figure out the problem. then he notices you with two other beautiful women. you look familiar?

“do you know those women?”

bakugou continues cursing under his breath, he wasn’t fucking prepared. he doesn’t know if he even looks acceptable for you right now. maybe you won’t even look over here, maybe you’ll go and sit at the back or you’ll leave because you do have a sponsorship deal with that fried chicken place.

“fuck off, no. fuck, kinda? i don’t fuckin’ know.” he groans behind his menu and as soon as bakugou checks if the coast is clear, he makes direct eye contact with you.

“where do you know them from? they’re beautiful!” deku says, turning his body around completely once he notices they’re looking back at the table.

“turn around, you idiot! now they’re fuckin’ comin’ over!”

bakugou’s flushed, red and twitchy.

todoroki looks at him, shakes his head slowly.

“hey boyfriend, didn’t expect to see you here?”

oh lord, you sound even sweeter in person. on video in that bouncy pitched influencer ad voice, it’s nothing compared to how you naturally are. bakugou wants to moan, confess his undying love for you.

wait.

“hah?”

your friends follow behind you, waving to todoroki and deku. the two wave back, saying their hellos.

“haven’t you seen all the rumours? people think we’re dating because you followed me back,” you bite down on your lip softly, plump and shiny from that designer gloss you posted was your favourite last week.

you’re in a mini skirt, like all your instagram posts and he’s not staring at your legs but he agrees with all your top instagram comments.

your eyebrows rise, your bottom lip jutting out. you’re impressed. “you’re much prettier in person.”

bakugou’s a blubbering fish. he wants to say he has seen the rumours, his publicist had to tell him because he’s not online. (unless he’s looking at your photos) he wants to say you look better in person too. he wants to say thank you but also pretty? what the fuck? he wants to say he should have texted you all the times he wanted.

but your attention on him is only fleeting, next you’re looking to his two friends. he wants you back on him, he feels like a wilting flower.

“hey i’m yn! i asked this one out on a date once on instagram and he rejected me, first time i’ve met him though!”

deku frowns, introduces himself but says, “why’d you reject yn? she’s your—,”

deku stops once noticing bakugou’s evil glare. definitely about to admit that you’re his type to a fucking t.

“i’m shouto, nice to meet you guys,” he even reaches his hand out to shake your hand and your two friends.

it’s nasty, an odd immediate jealousy, the image that you’ll fall in love with his attractive best friend because he shook your hand.

“i didn’t reject you, i just…,” he blinks awkwardly and your smile only grows, “fine, whatever. i’ll take you out, when’re you free next?”

the whole table jumps between you and him.

that makes you take a step back, your confident demeanour shifting into shock. “oh wow, i wasn’t expecting it to be that easy.”

a waiter comes over, “sorry ladies, with all the reservations tonight our next table will be free in two hours.”

you sigh softly, accepting the information with a nod, “it’s okay—,”

“they can join us. we have enough space.”

“oh you don’t have to! we have somewhere else we can go.”

“or you could sit your ass here because we have space.”

being pro heroes does mean you get offered bigger booths than needed. deku and todoroki are quick the shuffle around the booth, leaving three new open spots.

bakugou cocks a brow and you roll your eyes. he likes you.

“fine.” you reply like a petulant child but your smile doesn’t let up.

you slide right beside bakugou.

“y’look better in person.”

that makes your face drop, narrowing your eyes, “are you saying i look bad online?”

[bfbkg]

horny y/n jumping on bkg even though he’s exhausted from work and still helps her 🤤

i love goofy ideas like these. u WIN

you were the brave one today. working from home… all alone… unable to adjust to your lover not being around… even if he was at work and you planned for this weekday to be at home. especially when you heard him let himself into your apartment while you had to finish up a work call. it was the hastiest, a borderline unprofessional goodbye how you rushed to end the call because he was here finally.

you only saw him a few days ago after all.

stepping into your living room, bakugou katsuki is hard to miss. massive body sitting in the centre of your sofa, he’s got his head in his hands, elbows on his knees in silence, sporting a black hoodie and shorts.

“you okay?” you ask, practically floating to stand in front of him, tugging his hand so he can uncover his face for you.

when he pulls away, looking up at you, your heart drops to your clit. in sickness or health, whatever words you’ll be saying on your wedding day to this man… well, you get it now.

katsuki meets your eyes with these droopy ones, cushioned with two dark bags underneath them. to anyone else it looks like he’s gonna curse you out any second, his eyes are practically slits but you can note, it’s just tiredness, especially when he leans his head into your palm.

his posture is slouched, body completely and utterly exhausted. this pro hero, one of the best in the world, needs to be on at all times, ready for anything but you, you get the privilege of seeing him off. ready for bed and a hot shower.

katsuki rests his cheek in your palm, those angry ruby gems becoming puppy like, “‘m fine.”

next, his hands hold onto the backs of your thighs keeping you still so he can press his face into your stomach. you feel his whole body sigh into you.

“you don’t look it. you look like shit,” you offer and you get two bouncing shoulders in a short laugh.

“y’got a lisp now? you mean sexy?” he muffles into your stomach, then presses his chin into you so he can look at you properly.

you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs. you notice a touch of hoarseness in his words. you press your thighs together.

your smile is apparent in your voice, “you’ve got this defeated look going on.” you bite down on your bottom lip, “it is a little sexy. maybe a lot.”

bakugou thinks he’s in with the joke at the beginning, till you shuffle in closer to him, the press of your hand on his cheek gets harder and he notices the change of pitch in your breath. even the black of your pupils widen, he sees this in real time. you’re not joking at all actually.

that gets him sitting up slightly, a smirk falling on his features. you pout when he does, staring at his lips like a wife separated from their husband for years. he knows his smile is a killer for you, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his gold canine and white teeth.

“gimme a kiss,” he demands and the good listener you are, you lean down to press yours against his.

it’s family friendly for the most part, three pecks until his pawlike hands sneak up your thighs to under your ass cheeks.

when you both pull away, you’re staring at each other for a few seconds until you lick your thumb and rub under his eyebrow.

“you didn’t get all your eye stuff off,” you whisper, referring to his eye makeup he likes to put on under his mask.

bakugou grunts in response, letting you clean up the left over marks he didn’t scrub.

“how long have you been waitin’ for me?”

always so perceptive. it makes your eyes widen like you’ve been caught out. “well i’ve been working—,”

“baby,” he soothes, in that soft way like you’ve done something silly and you won’t get in trouble for admitting whatever it is. even though he already knows.

“since the morning,” you breathe, eager to undress on the spot, to get his hands on your bare skin, to jump on his lap and pull down his shorts.

but the exhaustion is still apparent on his body. his movements are noticeably slower now that he can let his guard down.

“hm,” he replies and you run your fingers through his hair, pushing all his blonde locks back to reveal his face. your boyfriend is incredibly handsome. you press an extra kiss to the scar on his cheek and bakugou pulls you in. your knees sink into the sofa as you straddle his lap.

hot hands that were under your ass, sneak under your blouse. they’re like a relief patch, causing your skin to buzz in anticipation.

“what d’you want?” he hums and you’re already ready for your body to bounce on something, fingers twitching as they rest on his shoulders.

“katsuki,” you whine, rubbing your nose against his. his eyelashes brush against yours. “don’t ask me that.”

nimble fingers shift to the little buttons at your blouse. bakugou works on you while you’re fighting your own internal battle.

“why not, baby?”

“you’re tired from saving the city. i’m not going to make you have sex with me because i’m horny.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, completely humoured by the way you let him shimmy you out of your blouse, now sitting on him in your pretty lace balconette bra. he kisses the softness of your breast and you’re completely reactive, arching your back into his face.

“y’think i don’t wanna love you?”

the wording makes you mewl, hugging katsuki’s big head to your chest. your body blushes with heat, unable to look him in the eye, “don’t be adorable when i want you to put me in doggy.”

bakugou chuckles, “on your knees. let me do it.”

“didn’t you have a long day today?”

he looks you in the eye, “the fuckin’ longest. sixteen hours, everyone was on my ass.”

“then you need to sleep.”

“or i can have sex with my girlfriend.”

you have the audacity to look shy, knowing there’s a damp patch if he checked your panties right now. “but you’re exhausted.”

“babygirl.”

“babyboy.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, “that’s new. i dunno if i like that.”

you shuffle on his lap, your crotch right over his. you’re delighted to find he’s sporting a semi, in fact, it makes you want to rabidly rub yourself over him like an animal in heat.

you kiss the corner of his jaw, tugging the neckline of his hoodie so you have space to kiss his neck. bakugou’s eyes flutter shut in response, hands on your bare waist.

“you’re my baby and you’re my boy.”

bakugou tuts, grabbing the back of his hoodie and tugging it over his head. he’s got nothing on underneath it to your joy, leaving his bare chest on display for you. you lowly moan at the sight of his biceps, the scars that run through them, the discoloured skin that merges with his blushed skin. one hand on you, another giving his toned abdomen a necessary rub.

“i’m your man.”

“fuck,” you whisper, standing up to pull off your leggings and sitting back on his lap like you never left. “and you’re sure? not too tired?”

he’s uncouth when he hooks a finger in your underwear, then runs the pad of his thumb to gather your wetness over your clit. your body slumps into him, giving bakugou all your weight for him to hold up.

“you underestimate how easy it is for me to get you to come.” he smirks, chuffed at himself for how well he knows you. “could do this half asleep. i have done this half asleep.”

referring to the four am sex you had a few days ago when you came all over his fingers with his tongue in your throat. eyes closed and half conscious.

“don’t be so cocky,” you moan for the wrong reasons, loving the slow comfortable pace of his thumb. pleasure rolls through your body softly, your hands mindlessly palming him.

“take him out then.”

“don’t him your dick.”

but still you do, yanking down his shorts and feeling the saliva build in your mouth at the feeling then sight. his adonis belt, deep ridges and harsh muscle. then him, thick and heavy. his cute red tip with veins running up the length of him.

“you love it.”

you’re nodding without realising, placing your palm on the scar on the centre of your boyfriend’s chest.

“fuck me,” you whine, sitting on your knees and shuffling to adjust to sit on his cock. “wanna feel you, ‘tsuki.”

though he stops you, hands on your hips.

“on your hand and knees, babygirl. like you want.”

[adoringmha]

katsuki's biggest fear in the beginning was his quirk going off while you were having sex / mdni

when you first started dating and getting intimate with katsuki, he wouldn't keep his hands on you for too long. he'd often dig his hands into the sheets, gripping them for dear life.

his worst fear was for when things got hot and heavy, and you both got sweaty, to hear a crackle and see a spark while he touched you.

you didn't really notice it at first, but when it became a pattern of fleeting hands and temporary touches, it stuck out to you. it didn't take long for you to figure out the reason.

you were riding him, bouncing slowly, pressing your weight onto your knees while you took a break from your previous pace. katsuki looked heavenly underneath you, lips parted in awe and pleasure, his neck and chest glistening, cheeks slightly flushed. but his arms were spread out, palms face down, hands gripping the sheets.

after a moment, you made a decision, reaching down to grab his hands. you placed them on your cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to pull away.

you leaned forward, "you're not going to hurt me" your voice was so sweet, and the way you looked into his eyes was so trusting, he couldn't help but crumble.

his head fell back, mouth open as he let out something between a groan and a whimper. his hands fell down to your waist and held on tight as he started to buck into you.

he tilted his head to look where you were connected, glancing up to where his hands were holding you, and groaned, fucking into you faster at the sight. "f-fuck."

you whined, cursing yourself as you matched his pace, making him hit deep, hands holding his down on your waist. "you'd never hurt me, katsuki."

he felt hot all over, his eyes rolled back, hips still bucking mindlessly chasing the both of your highs, fingertips digging into you "shit, baby–"

you were so soft, so vulnerable underneath his hands, the thought was making him spiral.

and when you felt that bubble burst, your legs trembling as you pulsed and clenched around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. his voice broke as he moaned, practically breathless as he came inside you, the hardest he ever had.

©adoringmha 2026

[lonelyfooryouonly]

katsuki snorts the moment he sees you standing there with your messy hair and wrinkled t-shirt. his t-shirt. the thin material barely covers your legs, and clings just enough to show the soft swell of your breasts underneath. his eyes drag over you slowly before he clicks his tongue.

“why are you up?” he asks, already kicking the door shut behind him.

“i wanted to stay awake and wait for you,” you reply, voice hoarse and sleepy as you stretch your arms above your head. a tired yawn slips out right after, your eyes watering slightly.

“tch. i told you to stop doin’ that. you’re not getting enough sleep this way,” he says, brows furrowing as he walks closer. his tone isn’t harsh, just concerned.

“you know i don’t like sleeping alone,” you frown softly, watching him stop right in front of you. he drops his gym bag onto the floor with a dull thud before turning back to you fully.

“yeah, cause it’s sleeping that we do when we’re together, right?” he smirks, voice dripping with sarcasm.

his hand reaches for the hem of your shirt — well, his shirt — fingers rubbing the fabric between them before slowly sliding underneath. the tips of his fingers brush against your bare thigh and hip as he huffs quietly through his nose.

“katsuki, I’m tired,” you mumble, already feeling the redness creeping across your cheeks when his eyes darken.

“too tired to put on underwear?” he asks, fingers grazing higher against your naked skin. you can feel the warmth of his hand even through your embarrassment.

“you always complain it’s in the way,” you shrug weakly and he groans, tilting his head back for a second like you were testing his patience on purpose.

“but you’re still tired?” he asks with a raised brow, staring at you carefully.

you smile at him innocently.

“oh yes, very,” you push his hand away gently before bending down in front of him. the shirt rides up instantly, giving him a full, clear view of your bare ass as you grab his gym bag from the floor.

you hear his sharp inhale behind you.

“take a shower then come to bed… oh, and solve that in your pants, please,” you smirk, glancing back at him as your eyes flick down to his crotch.

his gaze follows yours automatically and he sees the growing tent straining against his sweatpants. his jaw tightens immediately.

“fuck.”

a/n: i present to you katsuki “doesn’t need much to get a hard on” bakugou. tags: @tokkushin @kamislop

[adoringmha]

katsuki's biggest fear in the beginning was his quirk going off while you were having sex / mdni

when you first started dating and getting intimate with katsuki, he wouldn't keep his hands on you for too long. he'd often dig his hands into the sheets, gripping them for dear life.

his worst fear was for when things got hot and heavy, and you both got sweaty, to hear a crackle and see a spark while he touched you.

you didn't really notice it at first, but when it became a pattern of fleeting hands and temporary touches, it stuck out to you. it didn't take long for you to figure out the reason.

you were riding him, bouncing slowly, pressing your weight onto your knees while you took a break from your previous pace. katsuki looked heavenly underneath you, lips parted in awe and pleasure, his neck and chest glistening, cheeks slightly flushed. but his arms were spread out, palms face down, hands gripping the sheets.

after a moment, you made a decision, reaching down to grab his hands. you placed them on your cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to pull away.

you leaned forward, "you're not going to hurt me" your voice was so sweet, and the way you looked into his eyes was so trusting, he couldn't help but crumble.

his head fell back, mouth open as he let out something between a groan and a whimper. his hands fell down to your waist and held on tight as he started to buck into you.

he tilted his head to look where you were connected, glancing up to where his hands were holding you, and groaned, fucking into you faster at the sight. "f-fuck."

you whined, cursing yourself as you matched his pace, making him hit deep, hands holding his down on your waist. "you'd never hurt me, katsuki."

he felt hot all over, his eyes rolled back, hips still bucking mindlessly chasing the both of your highs, fingertips digging into you "shit, baby–"

you were so soft, so vulnerable underneath his hands, the thought was making him spiral.

and when you felt that bubble burst, your legs trembling as you pulsed and clenched around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. his voice broke as he moaned, practically breathless as he came inside you, the hardest he ever had.

©adoringmha 2026

[tokkushin]

back ⤸ bakugou's masterlist! ❤︎ (yes, he has his own now)

nsfw (18+, mdni) & sfw ! 𐔌 . ˚ smut/suggestive marked with : 𖦹 ֹ. ₊ ꒱

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ drabbles ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

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𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ fics : wc. 1k+ ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

tatted, blond & dilf?! ⸝⸝ pt.2 — 𖦹

the blond man in the club looks too old to be here. unfortunately, that only makes him hotter ᝰ.ᐟ

black whip — 𖦹

you hate katsuki's new car, but he thinks you just need to get to know each other a little more ... personally ᝰ.ᐟ

5:36 — 𖦹

your boyfriend turns your brain off ᝰ.ᐟ

ruffhousing — 𖦹

bakugo katsuki was your new pet, seemingly obedient, loyal and a perfect companion. however, something has gotten into him recently. he’s been a lot more ruff with you... ᝰ.ᐟ

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ multi ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

beaded bracelets ⸝⸝ pt.2 — 𖦹

krbk x reader : katsuki's birthday special ᝰ.ᐟ

hands on lessons — 𖦹

bkdk x reader : test subject for your nerd best friends! ᝰ.ᐟ

dilf!au : you better work, bitch! 𖦹 ⸝⸝ hybrid!au : who's a good boy? 𖦹

[tnydolly]

katsuki using his quirk during sex

wc ; ~ 700 · ° .ᐟ

katsuki had you face down ass up, back arched deep as he fucked you from behind like he was pissed off at you.

his hips snapped forward hard, thick cock slamming into your pussy with wet, filthy sounds. every brutal thrust made your body jolt forward on the bed, but he just yanked you back by the hips like you were his personal fucktoy.

“fuck, this pussy is swallowing me so fucking good,” he growled, voice rough and raspy. “taking me so deep”

you moaned loud into the pillow, gripping the sheets tight as he fucked you. his pace was mean and relentless, skin slapping loudly against skin. he reached forward, grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to arch even more.

“don’t hide your fucking face,” he snarled. “I wanna hear every sound you make.” then he brought his palm down hard on your ass.

SMACK !

a small, controlled explosion went off against your skin the second his hand connected — tiny sparks and heat blooming across your ass cheek. the sharp sting made your pussy clench hard around him.

“oh!” you cried out, eyes watering.

katsuki laughed low and mean, still fucking you.

“yeah? you felt that?” he slapped the other cheek even harder, another little explosion popping against your skin. the sense of pain and heat made your legs shake. “that making you cream all over my cock ?”

he kept fucking you deep, hips snapping forward while his hand came down again and again. every slap came with a small pop of his quirk, not enough to actually hurt you bad, but enough to send sharp, electric shocks through your ass that turned into throbbing heat.

“fuuuck, you like that don’t you?” he groaned, yanking your hair harder. “pussy keeps squeezing me every time I blow up on your ass. nasty little masochist.”

“i love it— i love when you’re rough !”

your moans were getting louder, broken and pathetic as he fucked you hard from behind. katsuki leaned over you, chest pressed against your back. his mouth right next to your ear as he spoke absolute filth.

“you’re dripping down my fucking thighs. making such a messy fucking pussy for me. bet you want it harder next time, huh?”

he slapped your ass again — harder. the explosion was a little bigger this time. the stinging burn mixed with the pleasurable stretch of his cock made your eyes roll back.

“katsuki— don’t stop pleaseee!” you dragged out, pleasure and pain blending together perfectly.

“that’s right. taking it sooo good ,” he mocked, teeth grazing your shoulder threatening to bite down. “you feel how deep i’m hitting?”

he straightened back up, gripping your hips with both hands. his thrusts were faster, deeper, more aggressive. every time his hips met your ass he gave you a small explosion on your already sensitive skin.

the constant mix of his thick cock stretching you open and the sharp, hot shocks from his quirk was driving you insane. you were shaking, pussy fluttering around him as an orgasm built fast. katsuki could feel your pussy clenching harder around him like you’ve done hundreds of times when your so close to cumming

“c’mon cum on my cock,” he commanded, slapping your ass again with another tiny pop.

“f-fuck tsuki— mhh ! ”

the next hard thrust combined with a stinging explosion pushed you over the edge. you came hard, screaming into the pillow as your pussy gushed around his cock, walls spasming violently.

“shit, that’s it,” he groaned, fucking you through it. he didn’t stop. he kept pounding into your sensitive pussy, chasing his own high. his breathing got rougher, low grunts and curses spilling out as he used you.

“gonna fill this pussy up, fuck—”

with a few final brutal thrusts, he buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum flooded inside you. he kept grinding into you slowly, making sure you took every drop inside your spent pussy.

he finally pulled out and gave your ass one last hard slap with a tiny explosion for good measure. you twitched hard, whimpering. katsuki smirked, breathing heavy as he stared at the red handprints and faint explosion marks littering your ass.

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[adoringmha]

katsuki's biggest fear in the beginning was his quirk going off while you were having sex / mdni

when you first started dating and getting intimate with katsuki, he wouldn't keep his hands on you for too long. he'd often dig his hands into the sheets, gripping them for dear life.

his worst fear was for when things got hot and heavy, and you both got sweaty, to hear a crackle and see a spark while he touched you.

you didn't really notice it at first, but when it became a pattern of fleeting hands and temporary touches, it stuck out to you. it didn't take long for you to figure out the reason.

you were riding him, bouncing slowly, pressing your weight onto your knees while you took a break from your previous pace. katsuki looked heavenly underneath you, lips parted in awe and pleasure, his neck and chest glistening, cheeks slightly flushed. but his arms were spread out, palms face down, hands gripping the sheets.

after a moment, you made a decision, reaching down to grab his hands. you placed them on your cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to pull away.

you leaned forward, "you're not going to hurt me" your voice was so sweet, and the way you looked into his eyes was so trusting, he couldn't help but crumble.

his head fell back, mouth open as he let out something between a groan and a whimper. his hands fell down to your waist and held on tight as he started to buck into you.

he tilted his head to look where you were connected, glancing up to where his hands were holding you, and groaned, fucking into you faster at the sight. "f-fuck."

you whined, cursing yourself as you matched his pace, making him hit deep, hands holding his down on your waist. "you'd never hurt me, katsuki."

he felt hot all over, his eyes rolled back, hips still bucking mindlessly chasing the both of your highs, fingertips digging into you "shit, baby–"

you were so soft, so vulnerable underneath his hands, the thought was making him spiral.

and when you felt that bubble burst, your legs trembling as you pulsed and clenched around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. his voice broke as he moaned, practically breathless as he came inside you, the hardest he ever had.

©adoringmha 2026

[bfbkg]

having sex with katsuki and he’s just extra sensitive that day, feeling every emotion so much so he’s basically making love to you at this point

he doesn’t notice it himself at first but, he starts praising you in japanese and it catches you off guard but also turns you on ten times more lol

this is a big nom nom nom to me. big nom nom nom. i was saving this to potentially write but we can talk about it.

defo missionary right. and it’s all slow and SENSITIVE and he’s noisy above you. grunting and groaning. moving hair out of your face so he can look you in the eye. asking him to adjust your leg to put on his shoulder and he’s deep and you’re about it to start crying and wailing about how much you love him.

and it’s not like anything crazy has happened today. he hasn’t seen you in two days and he had a long draining day at work and more draining days to come and he’s missed you. needs to let off this stress. you were all over him, can never get enough of his pretty face and all that he does for you.

and maybe it starts in english like he always is with you. it being your shared language after all. the usual, “i love you so fuckin’ much.” then “shit, feels so good.” “needed this, baby.” “hmm?” “doin’ so well for me.” then he’s making these incoherent sounds. kissing your moans away and nodding to everything you say.

and you’re not sure what exactly makes him switch but it’s when he buries his head in your neck. nipping the thin skin there, bending your legs, deep inside you feel as if he’s in your stomach. now you’ve got no clue what he’s saying. you know it’s his language though.

you only realise after the second phrase. blinking away your watery eyes as you rock into him, crossing your legs tighter around his back.

then he’s mumbling something else. another phrase. repeating a sentence twice into your neck.

you mostly hear him speak it over the phone. to his parents, family and his childhood friends. sometimes the lady at the local asian supermarket. video call meetings with his agency back in japan. sometimes a couple pet name in japanese if he’s feeling cute, he saves that for date nights.

but never during sex in your ear while he’s buried inside you. you clench and his breath hitches.

his voice is deeper, earthier. more natural and flows out without effort or second thought. you can’t even attempt to translate it. perhaps a swear in there somewhere?

“‘tsuki…. baby…,” you don’t mean to whine but there’s no way you can say anything right now and it doesn’t come out with pleasure attached.

he lifts his head up. droopy sleepy eyes, bitten lips. he replies to you with a thrust, one that has you arching your back.

“i don’t know what you’re saying!” you wail, linking your hands around his neck and your boyfriend blinks at you.

“oh s-shit,” he utters, taking hold of your hips to keep you still. it’s as if you can see the memory of a second ago replaying in his mind. “didn’t realise i did that.” then he laughs stuttered and hoarse, “you’ve got me fucked up.”

he drops his eyes to where you’re connected. his cock, coated in your wetness, sliding out of your core before he pushes back in again. your eyes flutter shut when he does, hand reaching out for him, “‘tsuki….”

“was sayin’ you’re beautiful and i love you and i love when we fuck.” he grins like a man insane, which he’d only say he is with how much he loves you. “never wanna leave here with you.”

you’re all breathy, chest rising and falling with an orgasm around the corner. “s-so sappy,” you manage to smile, eyes still closed to catch up, “felt like y-you were keeping secrets from me.”

he shakes his head, adjusts your leg on his shoulder. he needs to come soon also, he’s been holding it off for too long now. “never baby. lemme make you come.”

[adoringmha]

this is soo self-indulgent and came to mind after reading beauty marks by @dotlusional shoutout <3 | mdni slightly nsfw

at first you thought katsuki just loved to kiss any random part of you, whatever was easily accessible at the moment––and while that is true, you started to notice a pattern.

your left shoulder when he's standing behind you or passing by and you're wearing a tank top.

the side of your jaw, close to your mouth when he's feeling clingy and is kissing all over your face, his big hands holding you gently, the jaw is always first and last.

when you're lounging on the couch, legs bent and he comes to lay in between them, he kisses your inner left thigh as a ritual before getting comfy. and when he's getting ready to devour you, kissing up your legs, your inner thigh, right before the crease is the last stop.

you realized looking in the mirror one day after a shower, first your shoulder, then your jaw, then your thigh––all those spots had beauty marks. he stepped into the bathroom, immediately pressing his lips to your shoulder and you couldn't help the knowing smile blooming on your face as you watched him.

he raised a brow, his voice soft, a curious smile growing on his face as well. "what?"

you shook your head, oh katsuki, such a quiet romantic. "nothing," you turned back to kiss him and he immediately bent to meet your lips with his own, hands finding your waist. "just love you."

©adoringmha 2026

[adoringmha]

katsuki likes having his hands on you at all times. it's so mindless it just feels wrong if you're in the same room and he's not touching you?

he'll pass by you and a big hand will slide around your waist, lingering at the small of your back for no reason at all while he reaches for something above or beside you.

he doesn't even do it to fluster you, it just feels natural.

it actually took him a little while to be comfortable enough to initiate casual touches when you first started dating. his heart was pounding the first time he reached for your hand, he even accidentally gave it a quick squeeze out of nervousness. but once he felt confident enough, it was impossible to get his hands off you.

when he takes a seat next to you, his hand immediately finds your thigh, patting it a couple times fondly before resting, squeezing playfully here and there. he'll often slide your leg on top of his lap, aiming for both, as the hour goes by.

when you get up, he lets his hand trail down your leg, letting it linger while he looks up at you, the quiet timbre of his voice flustering you when he asks "where you going?" even when you're in public, it makes you want to crawl in his lap and stay there, which he would love, but there's a time and a place.

when he's passing by you as you're sitting on the couch, he'll pat you on the head, often after giving it a kiss, especially when you're busy working on something.

you never asked him to do any of this, but now it's the norm, and it feels just right.

©adoringmha 2026

[seirxi]

revelations

[kamislop]

LAWD imagine Sero and Denki fighting between your thighs because Denki’s too big of a munch he refuses to let go 🤤

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Greedy!

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"dude, you said we were going to share—"

"mphf, yeah…j-just a little mm-more—"

if you weren't actively losing your mind over Denki's tongue lapping at your cunt so obscenely, you would've scolded these two losers for having the audacity to argue while eating you out. with your thighs wrenched so far apart your hamstrings are on the verge of protesting, Hanta has got one arm hooked around your leg while his greedy friend has an open palm pressed against the plushy skin.

greedy. yeah, that was the only fitting term for his behavior.

the moment the blond's lips had gotten a taste of you, he was addicted. how was he supposed to share when you tasted so good? he was buried nose deep into your gushing pussy, swirling tastebuds on a mission to consume you— he was definitely doing this for himself rather than for you.

"D-Denki, fuck!" you mewl sweetly, fingers tangled in his golden hair as his lips close around your clit, suckling at the perked, needy nub. and poor Hanta is doing what he can, kissing the inside of your thigh, a large hand cupping your breast from underneath your shirt. "does it feel good, baby?" he pinches your nipple, coaxing a moan that only grows louder when Denki slips his tongue into your hole.

you're nodding like a madman. "yes! ngh- fuck, yes!" you pant, hips bucking into the pretty blond's mouth, the hand that's not in his hair wrapped against Hanta's forearm, back arching into his touch, encouraging him to play with your tits more. how could he ever deny you? though if Denki would just move out of the way—

"man i said move—"

"bro you don't g-get it," Denki mumbles, maw still plastered to your puffy folds, "feels t'good, i tell ya…"

Hanta's hissing something back, but you can't quite hear him over the slutty slurps that Denki is drawing out of your cunt, slick and spit a dangerous combination that's positively getting to his head. "you're pissing me the fuck off," he grumbles, finally deciding he's had enough. "i said—" he grabs a fistful of blond hair, forcing it away from between your legs. "—move."

and then he's kissing him. hard and messy and angry. he moans when he tastes you on his friend's tongue, sliding against his in a sloppy french kiss that looks to natural to be the first time they've done this. you're transfixed, helping yourself up on your elbows to get a good look of the show they're involuntarily putting up for you.

this is so fucking hot.

as if reading your internal monologue, Hanta's free hand approaches you once more, two digits easily slipping inside your cunt, thumb drawing languid circles on your dick. your head flops back against the pillows, moans mixing with Denki's whimpers, so lost in the kiss you're pretty sure the wad of spit that coats both you and Hanta's fingers comes from him.

"H-Hanta, s-shit…feels s'good…" you whine. there's a wet plap! when the two finally break from the kiss. "yeah?" dark hooded eyes gaze up at you with a smirk. "yeah y'like it, dirty girl…gushing like crazy when we started kissing," he teases, the boy beside him chuckling when you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out an embarrassed sqeak. "she loved it," Denki doubles down. "and we never deny a girl of something she loves, do we now?"

you miss it, the quick, silent look they share, before Denki head's dipping down to catch Hanta's thumb in his mouth, tongue brushing your clit in the process. you gasp, either at the sight or the sudden lack of touch, even though Hanta's fingers are still pumping in and out of you at a leisurely pace.

once he's done licking his friend's digit clean, he lets a fat dollop of spit trickle down your slit, then he fists the collar of Hanta's t-shirt to drag him down right between your legs with him. it's maddening. Denki is like a famished man, slobbering over your cunt like he needs to drink as much of you as he can before you disappear. Hanta's pace is slower, sultry, like he's got all the time in the world to enjoy the taste of you, committing it to memory.

together, it's a combination that makes your brain go haywire.

you feel it when they each press a thumb over your folds to spread you wider, making sure there's not a square inch of you that's left unattended. "guys w-wait— 's too much!" you're crying out, gold and raven locks spilling from your clenched fists over their heads, your body unsure if you're supposed to seek more or squirm away. "'m not gonna last long…i'm gonna—"

"cum?" Hanta breathes against your puffy, sensitive flesh. "gonna be good and cum for us?"

your affirmative response comes in the form of a pathetic yelp, before the heat that had been brewing deep in your belly finally erupts. starting from your gut and blooming outwards, both boys are moaning deep in your cunt, contending each drop of your sweet slick that's spewing out, coaxed by Hanta's fingers and their tongues.

they don't let go until you're begging, tears brimming your eyes and muscles twitching with overstimulation. of course, they're both sporting the same shit-eating grin when they finally withdraw, enjoying how spent you look. you groan as you collapse into the pillow. "fuck you guys," you huff.

"weird way to say thanks," Denki quips. Hanta wiggles his brows. "unless that was a proposition—"

"neither of you is getting close to me for at least the next twenty minutes," you point your index and middle finger to the boys like an accusation, but they simply laugh at your half-hearted threat. Hanta's hand is gently caressing your shin, chin propped up on your knee.

"so since you're off limits for the foreseeable," he begins. "that thing we did before…want to watch us do it again?"

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[rumisgf]

'(i hope he don’t think that i’m some kinda) hoe'

you never were the type to do college hookups or mess around with dudes on campus— full honestly. your academics mattered much more to you than any other possible distraction.

until sero hanta came into your life.

initially, you wrote him off as a sleazy whatever-he-majors-in major who likes to smoke out girls he likes, then get his dick sucked. which… he may have been like that at a point in his life. and while he reassures you that he’s retired that life, you still try to give yourself reasons to be wary of him. he’s slow to respond to texts, his dishes are always piled, he sells weed even though he already has a job, he’s stupidly tall, he has a stupid smile, and he has a stupid, yummy happy trail that you can see when he stretches or wears his slutty low-sitting sweatpants…

he’s so stupidly sexy.

you can’t help the way you get all soft on the phone with him after you have a bad day, and his syrupy calm tone as he asks you,

“you wanna come over, mama?”

of course you do. of course you want him to kiss up on you and get you high. then he always gives you shoulder massages that turn into you laying on your stomach as he eases out every single knot on your back. and his large hands always end up kneading the soft flesh of your ass, small hums vibrating through the pillow as you become gelatin in his hands.

next thing you know, your ass is in the air and your panties are pulled to the side as he devours you from behind. his slender fingers always massage your walls justtt right as he spells his name with his tongue on your clit. and he never misses the noise that escapes your mouth whenever he smacks your ass while he does it.

and now you let him pull his dick out, let him spread your asscheeks open he slowly stuffs your already creamy pussy full of him. he’s so big that you moan with every roll of his hips, his tip hitting you right in your gut. if you weren’t high, you would be able to hear how you’re so wet it’s nearly louder than your mouth right now.

but he notices. he loves that shit.

“fuck mee~… ooo shitt~..!”

you almost should be ashamed of yourself. you’re so fucking loud and so wet and you’re about cum already and you just need him so bad… and he knows. he has to know with the way he uses that smooth, soft voice while he’s in it and he talks to you.

“let it out, ma. i got you.”

he fucks you faster, chasing the feeling of you taking him so good like you belong to him or something— at least in your mind. he doesn’t fail to notice your breath hitch or how your eyes are barely open.

“lemme hear you.. mhm.. pussy so fuckin’ creamy.. ‘like that shit..?”

you pretend not to hear him— other than the fact that you can barely respond from him currently bullying your g-spot.

“hmm? *smack* i’m talkin’ to you.”

“love how you f-fuck me~.. love when you in it, pa~..”

just like that, you fold so fast. he always has you cumming all messy on him just so he can tease you about it. and he’ll flip you over, letting you look at your white nectar all over his dick as he pistons into you with your ankle on his shoulder.

“look at you, you cummin’? you givin’ me that pussy?”

you nod, moaning for him and your walls squeezing around him like you’re one of his sluts or something.

except… he doesn’t even fuck anyone else. he saves all of this for you, the one he thinks is so pretty and poised and self disciplined. the one who told him over and over that you’re not into hooking up or casual fucking. but he just has such good dick.

you hope he doesn’t think you’re some kind of hoe.

xoxo, rumisgf.