"i'd never expect to see you dressed like this." a sly grin would appear on his attractive; though very punchable face. with gritted teeth you'd reply..
"welcome to linnie's maid cafe, master. my name is ..... n i'll be your maid at service today." eyebrows furrowed in irritation; knowing he's enjoying your humiliation, his eyes shamelessly glued to your figure in that stupid maid costume. you place a cutely decorated menu infront of him.
he looks down at the menu, then he gaze rises back to your face ''...dont have an appetite for food right n-"
"have a look at our menu, i recommend the cutesy cutesy rice omelet." before toji could open his big mouth; again to make a snarky remark, you cut him off
"ah ah ah toji! before you make a dum- i mean, a request, make sure you read the cafe's etiquette." you rolling your eyes and prancing off to cater for another costumer, the soft hum of cafe tunes and the sweet smell of fresh pastries
"think i found a new pastime." toji murmurs leaning his face on his fist as he watches you work...
thinking about how big tough guy katsuki crumbles into a whiny pathetic little thing the moment ur foot presses down on his hard on. (twt!link)
19:54, he’d come in the house bitchin’ about some trainee that was assigned to shadow him at work getting in the way of him fighting villains, to which of course you tried to comfort him! but he dismissed you with a single sentence “going to get changed.” you hated when he’d let things happened at work, determine the energy that he’d bring in the house. plus- his mindless rambling lead him to be shedding his gauntlets and the rest of his hero uniform down to his boxers in a trail to your shared bedroom. leaving you to trail behind him and pick it up in annoyance.
strike one.
the stoves screen read 21:36, you placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the already grumpy man along with a slice of garlic bread. you didn’t miss the way he smacked his teeth when he seen what was in the bowl. “this shit again?” he looked up at you with a confused expression, then he eyes leaving yours as he sighed dramatically, picked up the fork and took a bite. “swear it gets saltier every time i fuckin’ eat it…” he thought he mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear.
strike two.
you don’t even know what time it was now. you sat on the couch next to katsuki, but left some space in between the two of you. he was occupied with some action movie on the tv while you were trying to read some essay on substack. trying to read with the loud gunshots and blurts of profanity every five seconds while the tv was on volume 36 was driving you insane!
you took the remote and turned it down to 20. katsuki’s face twisted up as he looked over at you, “the fuck? what did you do that for?” he asked with some bite to his tone. you set the remote back down in between the two of you and went back to read on your phone, “too loud.” you spared him only two words, which really ticked him off. “okay? then go in the bedroom or some shit? don’t turn the fuckin’ tv down?” he grabbed the remote and turned it back up to 36.
you could go in the bedroom - but you didn’t want to! it’s just having the human decency of being considerate about what those around you are doing! “i don’t want to be in the bedroom right now, stop being such a dick!” you took the remote from him and turned it back down to 20, setting it back down in the gap between you. “if i’m being a dick, then you’re being a bitch!” he spat out taking the remote and turning it up to 40, and instead of putting in back on the couch he held the remote in his hand.
strike three.
you finally got up and stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs blocking his way of the tv. he tried to swerve his head around your body see the tv but you wouldn’t let him. you snatched the remote from him and turned the tv off. “what the fuck is your problem!?” he said, finally looked up at you. he eyes taking in the sight of your arms crossed over your chest making them spill out of your tiny tank top, a slight pout that you tried to stop from gracing your face, and your eyebrows pinched together in complete frustration. he thought you didn’t see the way he slightly bit his lip at the sight in front of him “no katsuki, what the fuck is your problem!” you leaned down to jab a finger, giving him a better view of your already prevalent cleavage.
“you come in here, bitch about your day and don’t even want to be comforted about it!” you stood back up as you counted on three fingers everything he’s done in the span of like 4 hours. “you talk shit under your breath about dinner after i told you im not making nothing new until all of that spaghetti is gone” you tick another finger down. his eyes now low as they watch you frustratedly talk about all the shit he’s done since you’ve seen him today “and then you start a petty ass argument with me because the tv was absolutely too fuckin’- are you seriously getting hard right now?”
you thought you were imagining how his hips twitched and slightly bucked as you were fussing at him, but now that you’re actually looking, you can clearly see the bulge forming under his pajama pants. katsukis hand drifted to his hard on as he pressed his palm against it, a satisfied sigh leaving his plump lips. you couldn’t believe his shamelessness, “you’re fucking unbelievable!”
katsuki doesn’t know what happened in between the seconds that you lifted your leg up and gently landed your foot right on his lap,
but he does know that he’ll be embarrassed at the sound he made forever.
“mmmnfghh-fuck!” he tried muffled his moan with his hand. his head tossing back on the couch as he pushed his hips up against the arch of your foot. “giving me attitude n’ now your humping my foot?” you pressed your foot down harder, watching his face scrunch up as he tried to swerve his hips away. his effort made no impact whatsoever, as you kept your foot pressed against him.
“pathetic.” you spat, your words made him moan all pretty. “ouuuh-fuck!-haaah..” his hips buck against your heel, he bites his lip as his low eyes are trained on your face. “imagine what everyone would think if they saw the temperamental hero humping my foot like a fucking dog.” he throws his head back at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. face flushed, lips all swollen from the constant lip biting he was doing, hips chasing your foot for any type of pressure on his dick like a fucking dork.
this is probably the most embarrassing position he’s ever been put in.
katsuki felt like he was losing himself with each drag of your foot against his clothed cock, his breathy moans frequenting as he chases the pleasure. “mmfffuckk.. gonna make me cum jus’ like anghh!- thisss” he whined as he covered his face with both of his large hands. cute, you thought. “go ahead, make a mess on my foot like the pathetic little thing you are.” you said with a disinterested tone of voice, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore how the scenic view in front of you make your panties sticky with slick. your big tough boyfriend, weakened down to that of an animal in heat, only focused on getting pleasure no matter how embarrassing he may look.
his large hands covered his face, he knew this would haunt him. you would torment him about this very moment forever, but in this moment all he cared about was the sudden tightening of his balls as they prepared to shoot a load in his pajama pants. “ohhsshitt.. ‘m gonna cu-anghh! don’t stop!!” his sudden high pitched moans only made you rub your foot harder against his cock. his hands flew from his face to your foot as he grinded his cock against your foot, his movements stilling for the first time as he feels the knot in his stomach come undone.
his cock shooting hot cum in his pajamas pants, his toes curled in his socks from the pure intensity.“ooohhhfffuuuuhhcckk” he groaned throwing his head back, giving you a clear view of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when silently gasping and breaths tried to escape his throat. the feeling your foot still rubbing against him while he came to prolong his orgasm had him gripping his hand around your ankle to stop you. when you finally lifted your foot from his crotch and stood up straight again, you saw the big wet spot on his pajama pants.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you as you leaned down to speak in his face. “don’t do that shit ever again, katsuki.” was the last thing you said as you patted his cheek, not hard but enough to get your point across. you grabbed your phone from off of the couch, and walked away to the bedroom. your footsteps faded away while he sat manspread on the couch, a dumbfounded look on his red face, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, arms laying helplessly by his sides, cum-stained pajama pants, legs slightly trembling, and his cock getting hard again.
he palmed himself once again, lazily looking in the direction of the bedroom.
“shit.”
a/n: thinking abt katsuki a lot lately, how abt u?
previous item on the menu: katsuki who presses on ur stomach when u gotta go
thinking about how big tough guy katsuki crumbles into a whiny pathetic little thing the moment ur foot presses down on his hard on. (twt!link)
19:54, he’d come in the house bitchin’ about some trainee that was assigned to shadow him at work getting in the way of him fighting villains, to which of course you tried to comfort him! but he dismissed you with a single sentence “going to get changed.” you hated when he’d let things happened at work, determine the energy that he’d bring in the house. plus- his mindless rambling lead him to be shedding his gauntlets and the rest of his hero uniform down to his boxers in a trail to your shared bedroom. leaving you to trail behind him and pick it up in annoyance.
strike one.
the stoves screen read 21:36, you placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the already grumpy man along with a slice of garlic bread. you didn’t miss the way he smacked his teeth when he seen what was in the bowl. “this shit again?” he looked up at you with a confused expression, then he eyes leaving yours as he sighed dramatically, picked up the fork and took a bite. “swear it gets saltier every time i fuckin’ eat it…” he thought he mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear.
strike two.
you don’t even know what time it was now. you sat on the couch next to katsuki, but left some space in between the two of you. he was occupied with some action movie on the tv while you were trying to read some essay on substack. trying to read with the loud gunshots and blurts of profanity every five seconds while the tv was on volume 36 was driving you insane!
you took the remote and turned it down to 20. katsuki’s face twisted up as he looked over at you, “the fuck? what did you do that for?” he asked with some bite to his tone. you set the remote back down in between the two of you and went back to read on your phone, “too loud.” you spared him only two words, which really ticked him off. “okay? then go in the bedroom or some shit? don’t turn the fuckin’ tv down?” he grabbed the remote and turned it back up to 36.
you could go in the bedroom - but you didn’t want to! it’s just having the human decency of being considerate about what those around you are doing! “i don’t want to be in the bedroom right now, stop being such a dick!” you took the remote from him and turned it back down to 20, setting it back down in the gap between you. “if i’m being a dick, then you’re being a bitch!” he spat out taking the remote and turning it up to 40, and instead of putting in back on the couch he held the remote in his hand.
strike three.
you finally got up and stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs blocking his way of the tv. he tried to swerve his head around your body see the tv but you wouldn’t let him. you snatched the remote from him and turned the tv off. “what the fuck is your problem!?” he said, finally looked up at you. he eyes taking in the sight of your arms crossed over your chest making them spill out of your tiny tank top, a slight pout that you tried to stop from gracing your face, and your eyebrows pinched together in complete frustration. he thought you didn’t see the way he slightly bit his lip at the sight in front of him “no katsuki, what the fuck is your problem!” you leaned down to jab a finger, giving him a better view of your already prevalent cleavage.
“you come in here, bitch about your day and don’t even want to be comforted about it!” you stood back up as you counted on three fingers everything he’s done in the span of like 4 hours. “you talk shit under your breath about dinner after i told you im not making nothing new until all of that spaghetti is gone” you tick another finger down. his eyes now low as they watch you frustratedly talk about all the shit he’s done since you’ve seen him today “and then you start a petty ass argument with me because the tv was absolutely too fuckin’- are you seriously getting hard right now?”
you thought you were imagining how his hips twitched and slightly bucked as you were fussing at him, but now that you’re actually looking, you can clearly see the bulge forming under his pajama pants. katsukis hand drifted to his hard on as he pressed his palm against it, a satisfied sigh leaving his plump lips. you couldn’t believe his shamelessness, “you’re fucking unbelievable!”
katsuki doesn’t know what happened in between the seconds that you lifted your leg up and gently landed your foot right on his lap,
but he does know that he’ll be embarrassed at the sound he made forever.
“mmmnfghh-fuck!” he tried muffled his moan with his hand. his head tossing back on the couch as he pushed his hips up against the arch of your foot. “giving me attitude n’ now your humping my foot?” you pressed your foot down harder, watching his face scrunch up as he tried to swerve his hips away. his effort made no impact whatsoever, as you kept your foot pressed against him.
“pathetic.” you spat, your words made him moan all pretty. “ouuuh-fuck!-haaah..” his hips buck against your heel, he bites his lip as his low eyes are trained on your face. “imagine what everyone would think if they saw the temperamental hero humping my foot like a fucking dog.” he throws his head back at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. face flushed, lips all swollen from the constant lip biting he was doing, hips chasing your foot for any type of pressure on his dick like a fucking dork.
this is probably the most embarrassing position he’s ever been put in.
katsuki felt like he was losing himself with each drag of your foot against his clothed cock, his breathy moans frequenting as he chases the pleasure. “mmfffuckk.. gonna make me cum jus’ like anghh!- thisss” he whined as he covered his face with both of his large hands. cute, you thought. “go ahead, make a mess on my foot like the pathetic little thing you are.” you said with a disinterested tone of voice, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore how the scenic view in front of you make your panties sticky with slick. your big tough boyfriend, weakened down to that of an animal in heat, only focused on getting pleasure no matter how embarrassing he may look.
his large hands covered his face, he knew this would haunt him. you would torment him about this very moment forever, but in this moment all he cared about was the sudden tightening of his balls as they prepared to shoot a load in his pajama pants. “ohhsshitt.. ‘m gonna cu-anghh! don’t stop!!” his sudden high pitched moans only made you rub your foot harder against his cock. his hands flew from his face to your foot as he grinded his cock against your foot, his movements stilling for the first time as he feels the knot in his stomach come undone.
his cock shooting hot cum in his pajamas pants, his toes curled in his socks from the pure intensity.“ooohhhfffuuuuhhcckk” he groaned throwing his head back, giving you a clear view of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when silently gasping and breaths tried to escape his throat. the feeling your foot still rubbing against him while he came to prolong his orgasm had him gripping his hand around your ankle to stop you. when you finally lifted your foot from his crotch and stood up straight again, you saw the big wet spot on his pajama pants.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you as you leaned down to speak in his face. “don’t do that shit ever again, katsuki.” was the last thing you said as you patted his cheek, not hard but enough to get your point across. you grabbed your phone from off of the couch, and walked away to the bedroom. your footsteps faded away while he sat manspread on the couch, a dumbfounded look on his red face, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, arms laying helplessly by his sides, cum-stained pajama pants, legs slightly trembling, and his cock getting hard again.
he palmed himself once again, lazily looking in the direction of the bedroom.
“shit.”
a/n: thinking abt katsuki a lot lately, how abt u?
previous item on the menu: katsuki who presses on ur stomach when u gotta go
thinking about how big tough guy katsuki crumbles into a whiny pathetic little thing the moment ur foot presses down on his hard on. (twt!link)
19:54, he’d come in the house bitchin’ about some trainee that was assigned to shadow him at work getting in the way of him fighting villains, to which of course you tried to comfort him! but he dismissed you with a single sentence “going to get changed.” you hated when he’d let things happened at work, determine the energy that he’d bring in the house. plus- his mindless rambling lead him to be shedding his gauntlets and the rest of his hero uniform down to his boxers in a trail to your shared bedroom. leaving you to trail behind him and pick it up in annoyance.
strike one.
the stoves screen read 21:36, you placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the already grumpy man along with a slice of garlic bread. you didn’t miss the way he smacked his teeth when he seen what was in the bowl. “this shit again?” he looked up at you with a confused expression, then he eyes leaving yours as he sighed dramatically, picked up the fork and took a bite. “swear it gets saltier every time i fuckin’ eat it…” he thought he mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear.
strike two.
you don’t even know what time it was now. you sat on the couch next to katsuki, but left some space in between the two of you. he was occupied with some action movie on the tv while you were trying to read some essay on substack. trying to read with the loud gunshots and blurts of profanity every five seconds while the tv was on volume 36 was driving you insane!
you took the remote and turned it down to 20. katsuki’s face twisted up as he looked over at you, “the fuck? what did you do that for?” he asked with some bite to his tone. you set the remote back down in between the two of you and went back to read on your phone, “too loud.” you spared him only two words, which really ticked him off. “okay? then go in the bedroom or some shit? don’t turn the fuckin’ tv down?” he grabbed the remote and turned it back up to 36.
you could go in the bedroom - but you didn’t want to! it’s just having the human decency of being considerate about what those around you are doing! “i don’t want to be in the bedroom right now, stop being such a dick!” you took the remote from him and turned it back down to 20, setting it back down in the gap between you. “if i’m being a dick, then you’re being a bitch!” he spat out taking the remote and turning it up to 40, and instead of putting in back on the couch he held the remote in his hand.
strike three.
you finally got up and stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs blocking his way of the tv. he tried to swerve his head around your body see the tv but you wouldn’t let him. you snatched the remote from him and turned the tv off. “what the fuck is your problem!?” he said, finally looked up at you. he eyes taking in the sight of your arms crossed over your chest making them spill out of your tiny tank top, a slight pout that you tried to stop from gracing your face, and your eyebrows pinched together in complete frustration. he thought you didn’t see the way he slightly bit his lip at the sight in front of him “no katsuki, what the fuck is your problem!” you leaned down to jab a finger, giving him a better view of your already prevalent cleavage.
“you come in here, bitch about your day and don’t even want to be comforted about it!” you stood back up as you counted on three fingers everything he’s done in the span of like 4 hours. “you talk shit under your breath about dinner after i told you im not making nothing new until all of that spaghetti is gone” you tick another finger down. his eyes now low as they watch you frustratedly talk about all the shit he’s done since you’ve seen him today “and then you start a petty ass argument with me because the tv was absolutely too fuckin’- are you seriously getting hard right now?”
you thought you were imagining how his hips twitched and slightly bucked as you were fussing at him, but now that you’re actually looking, you can clearly see the bulge forming under his pajama pants. katsukis hand drifted to his hard on as he pressed his palm against it, a satisfied sigh leaving his plump lips. you couldn’t believe his shamelessness, “you’re fucking unbelievable!”
katsuki doesn’t know what happened in between the seconds that you lifted your leg up and gently landed your foot right on his lap,
but he does know that he’ll be embarrassed at the sound he made forever.
“mmmnfghh-fuck!” he tried muffled his moan with his hand. his head tossing back on the couch as he pushed his hips up against the arch of your foot. “giving me attitude n’ now your humping my foot?” you pressed your foot down harder, watching his face scrunch up as he tried to swerve his hips away. his effort made no impact whatsoever, as you kept your foot pressed against him.
“pathetic.” you spat, your words made him moan all pretty. “ouuuh-fuck!-haaah..” his hips buck against your heel, he bites his lip as his low eyes are trained on your face. “imagine what everyone would think if they saw the temperamental hero humping my foot like a fucking dog.” he throws his head back at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. face flushed, lips all swollen from the constant lip biting he was doing, hips chasing your foot for any type of pressure on his dick like a fucking dork.
this is probably the most embarrassing position he’s ever been put in.
katsuki felt like he was losing himself with each drag of your foot against his clothed cock, his breathy moans frequenting as he chases the pleasure. “mmfffuckk.. gonna make me cum jus’ like anghh!- thisss” he whined as he covered his face with both of his large hands. cute, you thought. “go ahead, make a mess on my foot like the pathetic little thing you are.” you said with a disinterested tone of voice, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore how the scenic view in front of you make your panties sticky with slick. your big tough boyfriend, weakened down to that of an animal in heat, only focused on getting pleasure no matter how embarrassing he may look.
his large hands covered his face, he knew this would haunt him. you would torment him about this very moment forever, but in this moment all he cared about was the sudden tightening of his balls as they prepared to shoot a load in his pajama pants. “ohhsshitt.. ‘m gonna cu-anghh! don’t stop!!” his sudden high pitched moans only made you rub your foot harder against his cock. his hands flew from his face to your foot as he grinded his cock against your foot, his movements stilling for the first time as he feels the knot in his stomach come undone.
his cock shooting hot cum in his pajamas pants, his toes curled in his socks from the pure intensity.“ooohhhfffuuuuhhcckk” he groaned throwing his head back, giving you a clear view of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when silently gasping and breaths tried to escape his throat. the feeling your foot still rubbing against him while he came to prolong his orgasm had him gripping his hand around your ankle to stop you. when you finally lifted your foot from his crotch and stood up straight again, you saw the big wet spot on his pajama pants.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you as you leaned down to speak in his face. “don’t do that shit ever again, katsuki.” was the last thing you said as you patted his cheek, not hard but enough to get your point across. you grabbed your phone from off of the couch, and walked away to the bedroom. your footsteps faded away while he sat manspread on the couch, a dumbfounded look on his red face, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, arms laying helplessly by his sides, cum-stained pajama pants, legs slightly trembling, and his cock getting hard again.
he palmed himself once again, lazily looking in the direction of the bedroom.
“shit.”
a/n: thinking abt katsuki a lot lately, how abt u?
previous item on the menu: katsuki who presses on ur stomach when u gotta go
thinking about how big tough guy katsuki crumbles into a whiny pathetic little thing the moment ur foot presses down on his hard on. (twt!link)
19:54, he’d come in the house bitchin’ about some trainee that was assigned to shadow him at work getting in the way of him fighting villains, to which of course you tried to comfort him! but he dismissed you with a single sentence “going to get changed.” you hated when he’d let things happened at work, determine the energy that he’d bring in the house. plus- his mindless rambling lead him to be shedding his gauntlets and the rest of his hero uniform down to his boxers in a trail to your shared bedroom. leaving you to trail behind him and pick it up in annoyance.
strike one.
the stoves screen read 21:36, you placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the already grumpy man along with a slice of garlic bread. you didn’t miss the way he smacked his teeth when he seen what was in the bowl. “this shit again?” he looked up at you with a confused expression, then he eyes leaving yours as he sighed dramatically, picked up the fork and took a bite. “swear it gets saltier every time i fuckin’ eat it…” he thought he mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear.
strike two.
you don’t even know what time it was now. you sat on the couch next to katsuki, but left some space in between the two of you. he was occupied with some action movie on the tv while you were trying to read some essay on substack. trying to read with the loud gunshots and blurts of profanity every five seconds while the tv was on volume 36 was driving you insane!
you took the remote and turned it down to 20. katsuki’s face twisted up as he looked over at you, “the fuck? what did you do that for?” he asked with some bite to his tone. you set the remote back down in between the two of you and went back to read on your phone, “too loud.” you spared him only two words, which really ticked him off. “okay? then go in the bedroom or some shit? don’t turn the fuckin’ tv down?” he grabbed the remote and turned it back up to 36.
you could go in the bedroom - but you didn’t want to! it’s just having the human decency of being considerate about what those around you are doing! “i don’t want to be in the bedroom right now, stop being such a dick!” you took the remote from him and turned it back down to 20, setting it back down in the gap between you. “if i’m being a dick, then you’re being a bitch!” he spat out taking the remote and turning it up to 40, and instead of putting in back on the couch he held the remote in his hand.
strike three.
you finally got up and stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs blocking his way of the tv. he tried to swerve his head around your body see the tv but you wouldn’t let him. you snatched the remote from him and turned the tv off. “what the fuck is your problem!?” he said, finally looked up at you. he eyes taking in the sight of your arms crossed over your chest making them spill out of your tiny tank top, a slight pout that you tried to stop from gracing your face, and your eyebrows pinched together in complete frustration. he thought you didn’t see the way he slightly bit his lip at the sight in front of him “no katsuki, what the fuck is your problem!” you leaned down to jab a finger, giving him a better view of your already prevalent cleavage.
“you come in here, bitch about your day and don’t even want to be comforted about it!” you stood back up as you counted on three fingers everything he’s done in the span of like 4 hours. “you talk shit under your breath about dinner after i told you im not making nothing new until all of that spaghetti is gone” you tick another finger down. his eyes now low as they watch you frustratedly talk about all the shit he’s done since you’ve seen him today “and then you start a petty ass argument with me because the tv was absolutely too fuckin’- are you seriously getting hard right now?”
you thought you were imagining how his hips twitched and slightly bucked as you were fussing at him, but now that you’re actually looking, you can clearly see the bulge forming under his pajama pants. katsukis hand drifted to his hard on as he pressed his palm against it, a satisfied sigh leaving his plump lips. you couldn’t believe his shamelessness, “you’re fucking unbelievable!”
katsuki doesn’t know what happened in between the seconds that you lifted your leg up and gently landed your foot right on his lap,
but he does know that he’ll be embarrassed at the sound he made forever.
“mmmnfghh-fuck!” he tried muffled his moan with his hand. his head tossing back on the couch as he pushed his hips up against the arch of your foot. “giving me attitude n’ now your humping my foot?” you pressed your foot down harder, watching his face scrunch up as he tried to swerve his hips away. his effort made no impact whatsoever, as you kept your foot pressed against him.
“pathetic.” you spat, your words made him moan all pretty. “ouuuh-fuck!-haaah..” his hips buck against your heel, he bites his lip as his low eyes are trained on your face. “imagine what everyone would think if they saw the temperamental hero humping my foot like a fucking dog.” he throws his head back at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. face flushed, lips all swollen from the constant lip biting he was doing, hips chasing your foot for any type of pressure on his dick like a fucking dork.
this is probably the most embarrassing position he’s ever been put in.
katsuki felt like he was losing himself with each drag of your foot against his clothed cock, his breathy moans frequenting as he chases the pleasure. “mmfffuckk.. gonna make me cum jus’ like anghh!- thisss” he whined as he covered his face with both of his large hands. cute, you thought. “go ahead, make a mess on my foot like the pathetic little thing you are.” you said with a disinterested tone of voice, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore how the scenic view in front of you make your panties sticky with slick. your big tough boyfriend, weakened down to that of an animal in heat, only focused on getting pleasure no matter how embarrassing he may look.
his large hands covered his face, he knew this would haunt him. you would torment him about this very moment forever, but in this moment all he cared about was the sudden tightening of his balls as they prepared to shoot a load in his pajama pants. “ohhsshitt.. ‘m gonna cu-anghh! don’t stop!!” his sudden high pitched moans only made you rub your foot harder against his cock. his hands flew from his face to your foot as he grinded his cock against your foot, his movements stilling for the first time as he feels the knot in his stomach come undone.
his cock shooting hot cum in his pajamas pants, his toes curled in his socks from the pure intensity.“ooohhhfffuuuuhhcckk” he groaned throwing his head back, giving you a clear view of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when silently gasping and breaths tried to escape his throat. the feeling your foot still rubbing against him while he came to prolong his orgasm had him gripping his hand around your ankle to stop you. when you finally lifted your foot from his crotch and stood up straight again, you saw the big wet spot on his pajama pants.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you as you leaned down to speak in his face. “don’t do that shit ever again, katsuki.” was the last thing you said as you patted his cheek, not hard but enough to get your point across. you grabbed your phone from off of the couch, and walked away to the bedroom. your footsteps faded away while he sat manspread on the couch, a dumbfounded look on his red face, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, arms laying helplessly by his sides, cum-stained pajama pants, legs slightly trembling, and his cock getting hard again.
he palmed himself once again, lazily looking in the direction of the bedroom.
“shit.”
a/n: thinking abt katsuki a lot lately, how abt u?
previous item on the menu: katsuki who presses on ur stomach when u gotta go
katsuki would have you in missionary, giving you deep strokes on purpose to make you feel each and every prominent vein on his hard cock. his strokes would soon be sloppy and uncoordinated as he lost himself in your pussy.
“mmnghh, katsuki pull outttuhhh” you gasped when he gained some reminisce of control and angled his tip up to jab where you needed him the most “needa p-pee-ughh!” a weak hand reached down to push at his stomach to no avail.
katsuki took this opportunity to torment you, bringing his warm palm down to press on your low stomach. “ooohhohoo, baby..” he chuckles, “lemme have it”.
a toothy grin on his flushed face as he watches your face turn into one of surprise, his free hand holding your waist still as he continues to feed you deep strokes.
a/n: just food for thought (i’m so sorry for this)
previous item on the menu: fucking your bully’s younger brother, choso, as revenge
katsuki would have you in missionary, giving you deep strokes on purpose to make you feel each and every prominent vein on his hard cock. his strokes would soon be sloppy and uncoordinated as he lost himself in your pussy.
“mmnghh, katsuki pull outttuhhh” you gasped when he gained some reminisce of control and angled his tip up to jab where you needed him the most “needa p-pee-ughh!” a weak hand reached down to push at his stomach to no avail.
katsuki took this opportunity to torment you, bringing his warm palm down to press on your low stomach. “ooohhohoo, baby..” he chuckles, “lemme have it”.
a toothy grin on his flushed face as he watches your face turn into one of surprise, his free hand holding your waist still as he continues to feed you deep strokes.
a/n: just food for thought (i’m so sorry for this)
previous item on the menu: fucking your bully’s younger brother, choso, as revenge
thinking about fucking your bully’s younger brother, choso, silly as revenge for the torment you endured.
“fuuuckk-mmffnnghhh” his moans were abruptly interrupted by you shoving two fingers in his mouth, and pressing down on his tongue to feel him gag around your fingers. u would move ur hips in a circular motion whilst still slamming ur self down onto his pelvis at an agonizingly slow pace.
suddenly his phone screen lit up and the sound of it vibrating against the bed was almost in competition with the sound of your hips plapping again his pelvis. the screen read miyako, “s-should i- shiiiittuhh… should i answer” choso whined, his glossy eyes finding yours that burned with a sudden look of annoyance. you answered him by speeding up your pace and riding him harder.
he was the first person your eyes gravitated to when you first stepped foot in the coffee shop. him being the male version of your bully made it easy to put the clues together about his identity but you obviously had to confirm for yourself!
he held his phone up to his eye, a concerned expression graced his face. by time you finally reach his table, he’s hanging up the phone and looking up a you with low, sleepy eyes. he’d stumble over his words a bit “h-hi, do i know you?” he’d ask politely. he was the complete opposite of his sister. she was a bitch, he’s not. simple. “i think im a friend of your sister… miyako right?” you lied through your teeth, you were almost certain that there was no universe where miyako and you could be cordial at the very least.
when he confirmed that yes, that was his older sister, you could help but feel your stomach churn in satisfaction. he’d told you that he was waiting on his sister to come to the coffee shop so they could hang up but she had suddenly fallen sick- lying bitch.. you thought, you just seen her flirty with some girl on your way to the coffee shop! you suggested that you could keep him company, to which he agreed.
that day at the coffee shop led to you getting his number, talking to him in the early hours of the morning, regular study dates at the library, him hanging out in your dorm and you hanging out in his. even as the months passed, his sister never realized the bond that was forming between the two of you, you told him you wanted to keep it lowkey because you’d didn’t know how she’d react to her “friend” getting with her younger brother. what started at something that began from wanting revenge spiraled into genuine feelings.
though he was a sophomore he could explain any topic to you with such gentleness, he’d buy you flowers randomly along with little trinkets he’d remember you said you thought were cute and he was overall a sweet boy.
choso would be sprawled out on your plushies littered bed right beside you while he stared at the ceiling, matching face mask plaster on your faces as you scrolled through your instagram feed. “baby?” the vibrato of his voice called from your right side, you automatically turned your attention to him. “yeah, cho?” his heart clenched at that nickname you recently started calling him. “when do you think we’ll be able to tell miyako about … us?” choso felt a wave of nervousness coarse through his body as he anticipated your answer.
you sat up next to choso, still looking at his as you caressed his face. “you know what,” you tapped your chin like you were thinking “next time you talk to her.. you can tell her” choso perked up at your words like a dog “r-really..? you don’t wanna be there to tell her?” he asked curiously. you climbed onto his lap, his stomach twitching as you played with his pajama pants drawstrings. “maybe it would be better if she heard it from you.” choso didn’t know why that made you giggle but he did know that it made his cock twitch with excitement. you felt it, couldn’t ignore it. you experimented by gently rocking your hips on his hard on, to which he responded by grabbing your waist and pressing you down onto his
that’s how you the two of you ended up here..
his chest bare and his pajama pants pulled down far enough for his cock to be freed, while you were still mostly clothed in your tank top and black panties that were pulled to the side.
“unghh.. baby..” he groaned softly as you gently bounced up and down on his slick covered cock, his finger nails digging into you skin as he gripped your hips as if he had the control. your pussy clenching around his length when he reached down to play with your clit, “s-shit.. feels ‘s good, c-cho” you’d stumble over your words, your pace slightly faltering as you slowed down to prolong the feeling of the veins lining his dick dragging through your pussy.
“fuuuckk-mmffnnghhh” his moans were abruptly interrupted by you shoving two fingers in his mouth, and pressing down on his tongue to feel him gag around your fingers. you would move your hips in a circular motion whilst still slamming your self down onto his pelvis at an agonizingly slow pace.
suddenly his phone screen lit up and the sound of it vibrating against the bed was almost in competition with the sound of your hips plapping again his pelvis. the screen read miyako, “s-should i- shiiiittuhh… should i answer” choso whined his speech muffled until you pulled you fingers out of his mouf to hear him better, a little bit of drool on the side of his mouth as he tried to steady his breathing. his glossy eyes finding yours that burned with a sudden look of annoyance. “m-maybe i should answer… i mean, she was sick remember?.” you answered him by speeding up your pace and riding him harder.
his sleepy looking eyes widening as he tosses his head back. if he wanted to say something, now he couldn’t, all words were stuck in his throat only letting a string of whines pass through. “mm mm,” you you disagreed, gently slapping the side of his cheek before putting your fingers back in his mouth in annoyance. “focus on me, she’ll be fine” was the last thing you said before you rode him into the early of of the morning.
choso didn’t know what reaction he expected when he told her that he was going out with you, but it certainly wasn’t this… in his defense, he was under the belief that the two of you were friends. he’s now finding out that, that was in fact a little white lie on your part but he’ll deal with you later. in this very moment, he tells his older sister that he has no intention of breaking up with you and that she’d just have to deal with it.
that’s how you completely infiltrated her life. she hated seeing the effect you had on her brother and everyone else. choso would bring you home to his family on thanksgiving, to meet his little brother, his dad and uncle to which they all blabbed about how much they loved you when while miyako stabbed her slice of turkey with her fork.
you started showing up to christmas, birthdays, hell- you even started coming on family summer vacations to their beach home! choso would be in the backyard helping his uncle sukuna and his dad jin on the grill as you laid on a pool by the pool side in a cute little pink bikini, the sound of yuuji splashing around with his black haired friend and his brown haired friend, the salty smell of the ocean not too far way and the sun shining against your skin, your eyes shut in absolute bliss until suddenly the sun was gone.
you opened your eyes to see miyako towering over you, with her arms crossed over his chest. “when are you going to stop this.” she said, “i don’t know what you’re talking about” you shrugged.
“fine, you win! you proved whatever fucking point you were trying to make! when the fuck will you leave me alone!?!” she whisper shouted at you. you finally sat up to get a better look at her face that was flushed with anger. bringing satisfaction to your entire being. “i’ll leave you alone when choso leaves me alone.”
everyone knew,
at this point…
choso walks over with a burger and a hotdog that he grilled for you and places it on the small table next to the pool chair. “you guys okay?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow.
the only way choso would ever leave you alone is in death.
and not even death would be able to separate him from you, he once said to you verbatim.
you stood up to hug his side, glaring intently at miyako. he planted a kiss atop of your head which made miyako rolled her eyes, a smile graces your face while doing so.
“more than okay, cho!”
a/n: yes i made miyako up, yes miyako gay asf, yes miyako can get it. not proofread, i hope you guys enjoy!!!
previous item on the menu: kento “i take foreplay very, very seriously” nanami
thinking about fucking your bully’s younger brother, choso, silly as revenge for the torment you endured.
“fuuuckk-mmffnnghhh” his moans were abruptly interrupted by you shoving two fingers in his mouth, and pressing down on his tongue to feel him gag around your fingers. u would move ur hips in a circular motion whilst still slamming ur self down onto his pelvis at an agonizingly slow pace.
suddenly his phone screen lit up and the sound of it vibrating against the bed was almost in competition with the sound of your hips plapping again his pelvis. the screen read miyako, “s-should i- shiiiittuhh… should i answer” choso whined, his glossy eyes finding yours that burned with a sudden look of annoyance. you answered him by speeding up your pace and riding him harder.
he was the first person your eyes gravitated to when you first stepped foot in the coffee shop. him being the male version of your bully made it easy to put the clues together about his identity but you obviously had to confirm for yourself!
he held his phone up to his eye, a concerned expression graced his face. by time you finally reach his table, he’s hanging up the phone and looking up a you with low, sleepy eyes. he’d stumble over his words a bit “h-hi, do i know you?” he’d ask politely. he was the complete opposite of his sister. she was a bitch, he’s not. simple. “i think im a friend of your sister… miyako right?” you lied through your teeth, you were almost certain that there was no universe where miyako and you could be cordial at the very least.
when he confirmed that yes, that was his older sister, you could help but feel your stomach churn in satisfaction. he’d told you that he was waiting on his sister to come to the coffee shop so they could hang up but she had suddenly fallen sick- lying bitch.. you thought, you just seen her flirty with some girl on your way to the coffee shop! you suggested that you could keep him company, to which he agreed.
that day at the coffee shop led to you getting his number, talking to him in the early hours of the morning, regular study dates at the library, him hanging out in your dorm and you hanging out in his. even as the months passed, his sister never realized the bond that was forming between the two of you, you told him you wanted to keep it lowkey because you’d didn’t know how she’d react to her “friend” getting with her younger brother. what started at something that began from wanting revenge spiraled into genuine feelings.
though he was a sophomore he could explain any topic to you with such gentleness, he’d buy you flowers randomly along with little trinkets he’d remember you said you thought were cute and he was overall a sweet boy.
choso would be sprawled out on your plushies littered bed right beside you while he stared at the ceiling, matching face mask plaster on your faces as you scrolled through your instagram feed. “baby?” the vibrato of his voice called from your right side, you automatically turned your attention to him. “yeah, cho?” his heart clenched at that nickname you recently started calling him. “when do you think we’ll be able to tell miyako about … us?” choso felt a wave of nervousness coarse through his body as he anticipated your answer.
you sat up next to choso, still looking at his as you caressed his face. “you know what,” you tapped your chin like you were thinking “next time you talk to her.. you can tell her” choso perked up at your words like a dog “r-really..? you don’t wanna be there to tell her?” he asked curiously. you climbed onto his lap, his stomach twitching as you played with his pajama pants drawstrings. “maybe it would be better if she heard it from you.” choso didn’t know why that made you giggle but he did know that it made his cock twitch with excitement. you felt it, couldn’t ignore it. you experimented by gently rocking your hips on his hard on, to which he responded by grabbing your waist and pressing you down onto his
that’s how you the two of you ended up here..
his chest bare and his pajama pants pulled down far enough for his cock to be freed, while you were still mostly clothed in your tank top and black panties that were pulled to the side.
“unghh.. baby..” he groaned softly as you gently bounced up and down on his slick covered cock, his finger nails digging into you skin as he gripped your hips as if he had the control. your pussy clenching around his length when he reached down to play with your clit, “s-shit.. feels ‘s good, c-cho” you’d stumble over your words, your pace slightly faltering as you slowed down to prolong the feeling of the veins lining his dick dragging through your pussy.
“fuuuckk-mmffnnghhh” his moans were abruptly interrupted by you shoving two fingers in his mouth, and pressing down on his tongue to feel him gag around your fingers. you would move your hips in a circular motion whilst still slamming your self down onto his pelvis at an agonizingly slow pace.
suddenly his phone screen lit up and the sound of it vibrating against the bed was almost in competition with the sound of your hips plapping again his pelvis. the screen read miyako, “s-should i- shiiiittuhh… should i answer” choso whined his speech muffled until you pulled you fingers out of his mouf to hear him better, a little bit of drool on the side of his mouth as he tried to steady his breathing. his glossy eyes finding yours that burned with a sudden look of annoyance. “m-maybe i should answer… i mean, she was sick remember?.” you answered him by speeding up your pace and riding him harder.
his sleepy looking eyes widening as he tosses his head back. if he wanted to say something, now he couldn’t, all words were stuck in his throat only letting a string of whines pass through. “mm mm,” you you disagreed, gently slapping the side of his cheek before putting your fingers back in his mouth in annoyance. “focus on me, she’ll be fine” was the last thing you said before you rode him into the early of of the morning.
choso didn’t know what reaction he expected when he told her that he was going out with you, but it certainly wasn’t this… in his defense, he was under the belief that the two of you were friends. he’s now finding out that, that was in fact a little white lie on your part but he’ll deal with you later. in this very moment, he tells his older sister that he has no intention of breaking up with you and that she’d just have to deal with it.
that’s how you completely infiltrated her life. she hated seeing the effect you had on her brother and everyone else. choso would bring you home to his family on thanksgiving, to meet his little brother, his dad and uncle to which they all blabbed about how much they loved you when while miyako stabbed her slice of turkey with her fork.
you started showing up to christmas, birthdays, hell- you even started coming on family summer vacations to their beach home! choso would be in the backyard helping his uncle sukuna and his dad jin on the grill as you laid on a pool by the pool side in a cute little pink bikini, the sound of yuuji splashing around with his black haired friend and his brown haired friend, the salty smell of the ocean not too far way and the sun shining against your skin, your eyes shut in absolute bliss until suddenly the sun was gone.
you opened your eyes to see miyako towering over you, with her arms crossed over his chest. “when are you going to stop this.” she said, “i don’t know what you’re talking about” you shrugged.
“fine, you win! you proved whatever fucking point you were trying to make! when the fuck will you leave me alone!?!” she whisper shouted at you. you finally sat up to get a better look at her face that was flushed with anger. bringing satisfaction to your entire being. “i’ll leave you alone when choso leaves me alone.”
everyone knew,
at this point…
choso walks over with a burger and a hotdog that he grilled for you and places it on the small table next to the pool chair. “you guys okay?” he asks with a cocked eyebrow.
the only way choso would ever leave you alone is in death.
and not even death would be able to separate him from you, he once said to you verbatim.
you stood up to hug his side, glaring intently at miyako. he planted a kiss atop of your head which made miyako rolled her eyes, a smile graces your face while doing so.
“more than okay, cho!”
a/n: yes i made miyako up, yes miyako gay asf, yes miyako can get it. not proofread, i hope you guys enjoy!!!
previous item on the menu: kento “i take foreplay very, very seriously” nanami
thinking about how big tough guy katsuki crumbles into a whiny pathetic little thing the moment ur foot presses down on his hard on. (twt!link)
19:54, he’d come in the house bitchin’ about some trainee that was assigned to shadow him at work getting in the way of him fighting villains, to which of course you tried to comfort him! but he dismissed you with a single sentence “going to get changed.” you hated when he’d let things happened at work, determine the energy that he’d bring in the house. plus- his mindless rambling lead him to be shedding his gauntlets and the rest of his hero uniform down to his boxers in a trail to your shared bedroom. leaving you to trail behind him and pick it up in annoyance.
strike one.
the stoves screen read 21:36, you placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the already grumpy man along with a slice of garlic bread. you didn’t miss the way he smacked his teeth when he seen what was in the bowl. “this shit again?” he looked up at you with a confused expression, then he eyes leaving yours as he sighed dramatically, picked up the fork and took a bite. “swear it gets saltier every time i fuckin’ eat it…” he thought he mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear.
strike two.
you don’t even know what time it was now. you sat on the couch next to katsuki, but left some space in between the two of you. he was occupied with some action movie on the tv while you were trying to read some essay on substack. trying to read with the loud gunshots and blurts of profanity every five seconds while the tv was on volume 36 was driving you insane!
you took the remote and turned it down to 20. katsuki’s face twisted up as he looked over at you, “the fuck? what did you do that for?” he asked with some bite to his tone. you set the remote back down in between the two of you and went back to read on your phone, “too loud.” you spared him only two words, which really ticked him off. “okay? then go in the bedroom or some shit? don’t turn the fuckin’ tv down?” he grabbed the remote and turned it back up to 36.
you could go in the bedroom - but you didn’t want to! it’s just having the human decency of being considerate about what those around you are doing! “i don’t want to be in the bedroom right now, stop being such a dick!” you took the remote from him and turned it back down to 20, setting it back down in the gap between you. “if i’m being a dick, then you’re being a bitch!” he spat out taking the remote and turning it up to 40, and instead of putting in back on the couch he held the remote in his hand.
strike three.
you finally got up and stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs blocking his way of the tv. he tried to swerve his head around your body see the tv but you wouldn’t let him. you snatched the remote from him and turned the tv off. “what the fuck is your problem!?” he said, finally looked up at you. he eyes taking in the sight of your arms crossed over your chest making them spill out of your tiny tank top, a slight pout that you tried to stop from gracing your face, and your eyebrows pinched together in complete frustration. he thought you didn’t see the way he slightly bit his lip at the sight in front of him “no katsuki, what the fuck is your problem!” you leaned down to jab a finger, giving him a better view of your already prevalent cleavage.
“you come in here, bitch about your day and don’t even want to be comforted about it!” you stood back up as you counted on three fingers everything he’s done in the span of like 4 hours. “you talk shit under your breath about dinner after i told you im not making nothing new until all of that spaghetti is gone” you tick another finger down. his eyes now low as they watch you frustratedly talk about all the shit he’s done since you’ve seen him today “and then you start a petty ass argument with me because the tv was absolutely too fuckin’- are you seriously getting hard right now?”
you thought you were imagining how his hips twitched and slightly bucked as you were fussing at him, but now that you’re actually looking, you can clearly see the bulge forming under his pajama pants. katsukis hand drifted to his hard on as he pressed his palm against it, a satisfied sigh leaving his plump lips. you couldn’t believe his shamelessness, “you’re fucking unbelievable!”
katsuki doesn’t know what happened in between the seconds that you lifted your leg up and gently landed your foot right on his lap,
but he does know that he’ll be embarrassed at the sound he made forever.
“mmmnfghh-fuck!” he tried muffled his moan with his hand. his head tossing back on the couch as he pushed his hips up against the arch of your foot. “giving me attitude n’ now your humping my foot?” you pressed your foot down harder, watching his face scrunch up as he tried to swerve his hips away. his effort made no impact whatsoever, as you kept your foot pressed against him.
“pathetic.” you spat, your words made him moan all pretty. “ouuuh-fuck!-haaah..” his hips buck against your heel, he bites his lip as his low eyes are trained on your face. “imagine what everyone would think if they saw the temperamental hero humping my foot like a fucking dog.” he throws his head back at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. face flushed, lips all swollen from the constant lip biting he was doing, hips chasing your foot for any type of pressure on his dick like a fucking dork.
this is probably the most embarrassing position he’s ever been put in.
katsuki felt like he was losing himself with each drag of your foot against his clothed cock, his breathy moans frequenting as he chases the pleasure. “mmfffuckk.. gonna make me cum jus’ like anghh!- thisss” he whined as he covered his face with both of his large hands. cute, you thought. “go ahead, make a mess on my foot like the pathetic little thing you are.” you said with a disinterested tone of voice, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore how the scenic view in front of you make your panties sticky with slick. your big tough boyfriend, weakened down to that of an animal in heat, only focused on getting pleasure no matter how embarrassing he may look.
his large hands covered his face, he knew this would haunt him. you would torment him about this very moment forever, but in this moment all he cared about was the sudden tightening of his balls as they prepared to shoot a load in his pajama pants. “ohhsshitt.. ‘m gonna cu-anghh! don’t stop!!” his sudden high pitched moans only made you rub your foot harder against his cock. his hands flew from his face to your foot as he grinded his cock against your foot, his movements stilling for the first time as he feels the knot in his stomach come undone.
his cock shooting hot cum in his pajamas pants, his toes curled in his socks from the pure intensity.“ooohhhfffuuuuhhcckk” he groaned throwing his head back, giving you a clear view of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when silently gasping and breaths tried to escape his throat. the feeling your foot still rubbing against him while he came to prolong his orgasm had him gripping his hand around your ankle to stop you. when you finally lifted your foot from his crotch and stood up straight again, you saw the big wet spot on his pajama pants.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you as you leaned down to speak in his face. “don’t do that shit ever again, katsuki.” was the last thing you said as you patted his cheek, not hard but enough to get your point across. you grabbed your phone from off of the couch, and walked away to the bedroom. your footsteps faded away while he sat manspread on the couch, a dumbfounded look on his red face, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, arms laying helplessly by his sides, cum-stained pajama pants, legs slightly trembling, and his cock getting hard again.
he palmed himself once again, lazily looking in the direction of the bedroom.
“shit.”
a/n: thinking abt katsuki a lot lately, how abt u?
previous item on the menu: katsuki who presses on ur stomach when u gotta go
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note: not my best work, sorry! :(
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you’re flat on your stomach, book open in front of you, while your boyfriend’s mean cock slams into your cunt from behind. your glasses are already lying somewhere on the floor and every thrust shoves your hips into the mattress and knocks the air out of your lungs, but he doesn’t care.
he just keeps driving deeper, hips snapping hard enough to make your ass ripple with every impact.
“read sweets,” he orders, a low moan vibrating against your ear. his hand fists in your hair, keeping your face tilted toward the page. “every word, baby. don’t stop.”
he's been making you hoarsely read out blurry words for a good hour, and your voice is shaking as you read out the next scentence. “the…the knight entered the hall—mnghhhh!”
another brutal thrust punches the rest of the line into a broken moan. he doesn’t let up. his cock drags almost all the way out before he rams back in, stretching your soaked pussy around him until your own juices are dripping down your thighs and onto his white sheets.
“keep going,” he growls, and you can practically hear the grin on his lips. the headboard knocks against the wall with every thrust. your cunt clenches around him, slick and greedy, but he only laughs and fucks you harder. “mm, don’t you dare skip a line baby.”
you swallow, eyes blurring on the text. your mind is mush, and you can barely get any words oit. “h-he… he approached the, hnghhh, throne—” your words fracture into a whimper when he grinds deep onside you, his pelvis pressing flush to your ass, cock pulsing inside your walls.
"oh baby," he coos mockingly. his breath is hot on your nape and his fingers dig into your shoulders "c'mon, you've been ignoring me 'cause of that fuckass book! i wanna know what the hell that book has that i don't!" his voice shifts into a pouty whine.
tch, jealous bastard.
he stays buried like that for a second, letting you feel every inch of his dick buried in your cunt. and before you can react, he starts thrusting into your pussy again, fast and merciless.
your voice cracks. “and…and demanded an audience with the queen—hahhhhh!” each syllable comes out shaky, interrupted by the wet slap of skin on skin and the filthy squelch of your sopping cunt taking him so well. he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, breath hot on your neck.
“louder,” he says, biting your shoulder. “i want to hear every fucking word, babycakes.”
you try again, voice hoarse. “the queen mnghh…she r-rose from her seat—oh my gooooddd!” he slams in so hard your hips lift off the bed for a second, then drops you back down, cock driving straight into that spot that makes your vision white out.
your walls flutter around him, close to breaking, but he doesn’t slow down, just keeps fucking you like some sex-deprived maniac.
“good fuckin' girl,” he pants, fucking you through it. “don’t stop until i fill you up, 'mkay? come on baby, i'm almost there.”
you choke out the next line, tears stinging your eyes from the overwhelming stretch and his relentless thrusts. the book trembles in your hands, pages crinkling so hard the page might just tear clean off.
but you keep forcing the words out between gasps and moans, your boyfriend’s cock pounding into you without mercy, making sure you don’t miss a single syllable.
his thrusts turn erratic, hips stuttering as his grip tightens in your hair. “fuuuuuck—i’m close,” he groans, voice strained. “mmmm, gonna cum deep in your cunt baby, just wait a nghh, second.”
your voice breaks completely as you force out the final words, each one punched out by the force of his cock driving into your cunt. “the queen…s-she…sshe accepteeedddd” your sentence dissolves into a moan. your lips fall open in a silent cry, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm crashes through you, pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick length, soaking the sheets beneath you.
he feels you cum and loses it, slamming in one last time and burying himself to the hilt. his cock throbs hard as he fills you up, hot cum flooding your cunt in thick spurts while he grinds against your ass, groaning your name into your shoulder. his hips jerk with each pulse, pushing his load deeper until it starts leaking out around his cock.
he collapses onto you, lips buried in the crook of your neck. he's breathing heavily, his cock slowly softening inside your hole. there's a moment of silence, filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of sex.
"mm, sweets?" he mutters, grinning against your skin.
thinking about how big tough guy katsuki crumbles into a whiny pathetic little thing the moment ur foot presses down on his hard on. (twt!link)
19:54, he’d come in the house bitchin’ about some trainee that was assigned to shadow him at work getting in the way of him fighting villains, to which of course you tried to comfort him! but he dismissed you with a single sentence “going to get changed.” you hated when he’d let things happened at work, determine the energy that he’d bring in the house. plus- his mindless rambling lead him to be shedding his gauntlets and the rest of his hero uniform down to his boxers in a trail to your shared bedroom. leaving you to trail behind him and pick it up in annoyance.
strike one.
the stoves screen read 21:36, you placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of the already grumpy man along with a slice of garlic bread. you didn’t miss the way he smacked his teeth when he seen what was in the bowl. “this shit again?” he looked up at you with a confused expression, then he eyes leaving yours as he sighed dramatically, picked up the fork and took a bite. “swear it gets saltier every time i fuckin’ eat it…” he thought he mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear.
strike two.
you don’t even know what time it was now. you sat on the couch next to katsuki, but left some space in between the two of you. he was occupied with some action movie on the tv while you were trying to read some essay on substack. trying to read with the loud gunshots and blurts of profanity every five seconds while the tv was on volume 36 was driving you insane!
you took the remote and turned it down to 20. katsuki’s face twisted up as he looked over at you, “the fuck? what did you do that for?” he asked with some bite to his tone. you set the remote back down in between the two of you and went back to read on your phone, “too loud.” you spared him only two words, which really ticked him off. “okay? then go in the bedroom or some shit? don’t turn the fuckin’ tv down?” he grabbed the remote and turned it back up to 36.
you could go in the bedroom - but you didn’t want to! it’s just having the human decency of being considerate about what those around you are doing! “i don’t want to be in the bedroom right now, stop being such a dick!” you took the remote from him and turned it back down to 20, setting it back down in the gap between you. “if i’m being a dick, then you’re being a bitch!” he spat out taking the remote and turning it up to 40, and instead of putting in back on the couch he held the remote in his hand.
strike three.
you finally got up and stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs blocking his way of the tv. he tried to swerve his head around your body see the tv but you wouldn’t let him. you snatched the remote from him and turned the tv off. “what the fuck is your problem!?” he said, finally looked up at you. he eyes taking in the sight of your arms crossed over your chest making them spill out of your tiny tank top, a slight pout that you tried to stop from gracing your face, and your eyebrows pinched together in complete frustration. he thought you didn’t see the way he slightly bit his lip at the sight in front of him “no katsuki, what the fuck is your problem!” you leaned down to jab a finger, giving him a better view of your already prevalent cleavage.
“you come in here, bitch about your day and don’t even want to be comforted about it!” you stood back up as you counted on three fingers everything he’s done in the span of like 4 hours. “you talk shit under your breath about dinner after i told you im not making nothing new until all of that spaghetti is gone” you tick another finger down. his eyes now low as they watch you frustratedly talk about all the shit he’s done since you’ve seen him today “and then you start a petty ass argument with me because the tv was absolutely too fuckin’- are you seriously getting hard right now?”
you thought you were imagining how his hips twitched and slightly bucked as you were fussing at him, but now that you’re actually looking, you can clearly see the bulge forming under his pajama pants. katsukis hand drifted to his hard on as he pressed his palm against it, a satisfied sigh leaving his plump lips. you couldn’t believe his shamelessness, “you’re fucking unbelievable!”
katsuki doesn’t know what happened in between the seconds that you lifted your leg up and gently landed your foot right on his lap,
but he does know that he’ll be embarrassed at the sound he made forever.
“mmmnfghh-fuck!” he tried muffled his moan with his hand. his head tossing back on the couch as he pushed his hips up against the arch of your foot. “giving me attitude n’ now your humping my foot?” you pressed your foot down harder, watching his face scrunch up as he tried to swerve his hips away. his effort made no impact whatsoever, as you kept your foot pressed against him.
“pathetic.” you spat, your words made him moan all pretty. “ouuuh-fuck!-haaah..” his hips buck against your heel, he bites his lip as his low eyes are trained on your face. “imagine what everyone would think if they saw the temperamental hero humping my foot like a fucking dog.” he throws his head back at the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. face flushed, lips all swollen from the constant lip biting he was doing, hips chasing your foot for any type of pressure on his dick like a fucking dork.
this is probably the most embarrassing position he’s ever been put in.
katsuki felt like he was losing himself with each drag of your foot against his clothed cock, his breathy moans frequenting as he chases the pleasure. “mmfffuckk.. gonna make me cum jus’ like anghh!- thisss” he whined as he covered his face with both of his large hands. cute, you thought. “go ahead, make a mess on my foot like the pathetic little thing you are.” you said with a disinterested tone of voice, but deep down, you couldn’t ignore how the scenic view in front of you make your panties sticky with slick. your big tough boyfriend, weakened down to that of an animal in heat, only focused on getting pleasure no matter how embarrassing he may look.
his large hands covered his face, he knew this would haunt him. you would torment him about this very moment forever, but in this moment all he cared about was the sudden tightening of his balls as they prepared to shoot a load in his pajama pants. “ohhsshitt.. ‘m gonna cu-anghh! don’t stop!!” his sudden high pitched moans only made you rub your foot harder against his cock. his hands flew from his face to your foot as he grinded his cock against your foot, his movements stilling for the first time as he feels the knot in his stomach come undone.
his cock shooting hot cum in his pajamas pants, his toes curled in his socks from the pure intensity.“ooohhhfffuuuuhhcckk” he groaned throwing his head back, giving you a clear view of his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when silently gasping and breaths tried to escape his throat. the feeling your foot still rubbing against him while he came to prolong his orgasm had him gripping his hand around your ankle to stop you. when you finally lifted your foot from his crotch and stood up straight again, you saw the big wet spot on his pajama pants.
you roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you as you leaned down to speak in his face. “don’t do that shit ever again, katsuki.” was the last thing you said as you patted his cheek, not hard but enough to get your point across. you grabbed your phone from off of the couch, and walked away to the bedroom. your footsteps faded away while he sat manspread on the couch, a dumbfounded look on his red face, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, arms laying helplessly by his sides, cum-stained pajama pants, legs slightly trembling, and his cock getting hard again.
he palmed himself once again, lazily looking in the direction of the bedroom.
“shit.”
a/n: thinking abt katsuki a lot lately, how abt u?
previous item on the menu: katsuki who presses on ur stomach when u gotta go
