katsuki i don’t ever want kids they’re hard to handle and little assholes bakugou is somehow so natural with kid in his arms, like scarily so.
holding a lost child’s hand as he weaves through the streets to find a police station, following the little kids directions as to where they last saw their parents.
crouched on the ground to sign little posters from kids with shaking hands and teary eyes. big scary dynamite making himself smaller to not scare the little ones.
balancing a kid on his hip as he debriefs with the hero commission after a mission. the kid has crossed the police tape, ducking under the flimsy plastic while shouting for dynamite who turned at the commotion, ready to bark expletives at whoever was demanding his attention only to spot the preschooler running with open arms. he gathers the kid in his arm in a single sweep, placing them on his hip as he continues on with the conversation.
it’s so natural the way he moves through the crowd, following the kids directions to their frantically searching parents (the kid saw the flash of katsuki’s suit in the air as he flew over the crowds and BOLTED headlong in the direct of his favourite hero) the press goes CRAZY for the photos, headlines and front page spreads, the explosive and scary number two hero (shush he is number two in my hc) seen being fatherly, soft, gentle.
katsuki i don’t ever want kids they’re hard to handle and little assholes bakugou is a natural born father. change my mind.
a/n: i am ONCE AGAIN writing this at work cause why couldn’t think inspiration find me when i was at home sitting at my desk with unlimited time so pls ignore typos
if anyone has fanart of katsuki with kids, especially him holding a lil one on his hip all domestic, i’ll give you head
ancient greek god katsuki who's worshipped both in fear and awe. people offer their respect in hopes of appeasing him and have his protection.
ancient greek god katsuki who’s temples are built into cliffs and volcanic stone, always warm to the touch and harsh breezes passing through.
ancient greek god katsuki who hates offerings of gold and luxury, preferring acts of bravery, blood, and devotion earned through actions.
ancient greek god katsuki who demands strength from his priests and priestesses, choosing only those who refuse to bow easily and meet his gaze without fear.
ancient greek god katsuki who secretly favors you above all others, though he disguises it with dismissive comments and rude commands.
ancient greek god katsuki who is unaccustomed to restraint, yet never touches you at first. circling you like a storm held back, curious how long you will endure him.
ancient greek god katsuki who watches you take care of the temple, silently judging every movement, yet intervenes the moment you are alone.
ancient greek god katsuki who starts appearing more often, always under the excuse that his temple is being “neglected,” even though it has never been more pristine.
ancient greek god katsuki who tests you constantly, flickering flames too close to your robes, rumbling the ground beneath your feet, just to see if you will break.
ancient greek god katsuki who speaks to you through bursts of heat and sparks at first, until one night he manifests fully just to argue with you face-to-face.
ancient greek god katsuki who denies being attached to any mortal, yet refuses to let another priestess take care of his temple and statue.
ancient greek god katsuki who burns offerings to ash instantly, except yours, which he lets linger, savoring the act like it means something more.
ancient greek god katsuki who teaches you how to fight, guiding your hands, his presence overwhelming and close enough to feel your clothes almost burning under his touch.
ancient greek god katsuki who would never call it love, but reshapes fate itself to keep you by his side forever.
❤︎ SYNOPSIS: Katsuki Bakugō is the textbook definition of a brat. If only Eijirō could get him to shut up while he’s busy and trying to fuck you. read on ao3. 2.2k.
❤︎ CONTENT: kiribaku x reader, voyeurism, “bitch” (between them two, not aimed at you) overstimulation, degradation, vibrator, competition, brat taming, bottom!katsuki, y/n gets called ‘perv’ twice…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: y/n lowk takes a back seat on this one, and yk what, that’s my bad—
“AWH, YOU GON’A CUM, RED?”
Katsuki snickers. He lays on his side, hand keeping his head propped and purring like the Cheshire Cat. His hypothetical tail circles overhead, swishing with something satisfied any time Eijirō sounds particularly broken. His thumb swirls against the baby hairs that stick to your forehead with sweat, almost politely, and in an unnecessarily stark contrast to the way he’s treating his boyfriend of five years.
“Shut up,” Eijirō groans with knit eyebrows. He’s pissed because Katsuki is right—he’s always been a sucker for missionary, and with your leg on his shoulder, you fit him a little too well—he’s pissed because Katsuki can read him like a fucking book, and knows how close the redhead is based on the timbre of his voice.
Katsuki Bakugō, in fact, does not shut up.
“’S okay if she's too much for ya to handle,” Katsuki coos. Eijirō glares at him through shorter strands of hair, fucked loose from of his scrunchie with every other thrust.
You’re not, but the way your thighs wrap around his waist and your hands paw at his chest, you might be. But, no one needs to know that—least of all Katsuki Bakugō, who‘s now reclining like sheets like it’s a casual Thursday night. “Lemme know if ya need me to take over.”
Eijirō opts to ignore him instead.
“How’ya feeling, Pretty,” he pants, disregarding Katsuki’s pout in his peripheral in favor of looking into your eyes—blown wide and begging, shimmering with crystalline tears pricking the corners. You whine a ‘good’ past every expletive under the sun. Finding leverage beneath your thighs, Eijirō lifts your hips up and slightly to the right. Suddenly, you’re scrambling against the mattress, head lolling and drooling on the sheets, and yeah, there’s no way he’s gonna last.
Then, he feels blunt nails drag against his back. Nails that don’t belong to you, because he’s watching yours tear into Katsuki’s pillowcase. Eijirō’s back flexes violently, involuntarily, and he doubles over, barely catching himself on big hands bracketing your head.
“Dude, what the f-fuck,” he manages through grit teeth and a growl. You wail after a particularly hard thrust. Eijiro‘s torn between urges, watching you cum on his cock versus preserving his own ego—and Katsuki is hell-bent on preventing him from doing both. Clearly satisfied with the reaction, Katsuki does it again—savage and sharp and stinging against his back enough to leave red hot stripes on raised skin. Eijirō shudders, the world going white for a split second, before he’s shoving the blond away. With an amused hum, his boyfriend falls back into the bed.
“Fuckin’ watch’em sweat, Sweetheart,” Katsuki says to you, lifting your chin to unglue your eyes from Eijirō’s chest. With a faux pout, he shakes your head—and you’re so limp in their arms that you let him. “‘N he had the audacity to drag me for last Friday.”
Oh…That’s what this is about.
Eijirō snarls as the knot in his belly rolls tight, trying to ignore the irresistible urge of contest, because they’re too old for this, and more importantly, he’s too horny for this.
“Yeah, ‘cuz you were whining like a bitch,” Eijirō chuckles bitterly without giving Katsuki a second glance. You lean into Eijirō’s hand as he caresses your face. “Color, Baby?”
“G-Green, Eiji,” you mewl, unsteadily combing the hair out of his face. “An’ I—I need t’cum again.”
But, before Eijirō can get excited, before he can puff out his chest and sweet talk you into oblivion, Katsuki’s rough voice in his ear again, in an attempt to make Eijirō’s life infinitely harder.
“‘S he too big, Baby?” Katsuki says, now mocking the both of you—though he’s much nicer to you, rubbing your temples and peppering short kisses into your cheek. “Too full?”
Eijirō glares at his menace of a boyfriend, who dares to give it right back. With a huff, Eijirō’s forced to look away in favor for finding your clit. You react instantly—a lovely little distraction—and the legs wrapped around his waist drop.
“Y’got him impatient, now,” Katsuki mutters into the shell of your ear, ensuring it’s just loud enough for the redhead to hear. He watches Katsuki bite your earlobe and pull, and Eijirō swallows the whine building in the back of his throat. “Yer gon’a cum, ‘n do that cute li’l thing you do where your pussy just fuckin’ squeezes, ‘n he’s gon’a fill you up so quick—jus’ watch.”
And, on any given day, Eijirō would. But now, he’s got a point to prove and his ego won’t let him cum until he has. Hopefully.
“Shut. Up,” Eijirō growls, and without giving it much thought, shoves Katsuki’s face into the pillow next to you before redirecting his attention to the more tolerable person in the room. He quickens the pattern on your clit in favor of losing it all together “Hey, pretty baby—gorgeous girl—you wouldn’t mind if I fucked you through one more, do ya? Can you do that f’me?”
You nod eagerly, and Katsuki scoffs with unbelievability through squished cheeks. “He’sh a fuckin’ liar. Shitty assh top.”
Your stomach rolls, back arches, and suddenly you’re cumming with a squeal. You clamp down on him with a persistence that has Eijirō’s hand scrambling from Katsuki’s face to your waist as he grits his teeth to ground himself. His hips stutter to a halt and his fingers squeeze your hips with something bruise-worthy, something he’ll feel like shit for in the morning—but right now, he’s focused on one thing. Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum—
“Open yer eyes, Princess,” Katsuki says as if his face wasn’t just buried in a pillow. “Look at ‘im, tryn—“
Katsuki cuts himself off with his own choke, scarlet eyes rounding when Eijirō shoves a hand around his throat and squeezes.
You let out a little breathless giggle. Katsuki adjusts to the situation like a champ, and though glaring, flutters his eyelashes. Eijirō curses at himself—first, for not thinking of this earlier. Secondly, because of Katsuki keeps looking at him like that, he’s going to lose his fucking mind. Katsuki seems to hear it, because his eyes glitter with something devious as he slips a crooked smile.
He figures he should let Katsuki breathe at some point, but before he can let go, the blond’s adams apple starts rumbling to you under a loosening palm.
“Y’like watching us fight, Perv,” he says with a raspy chuckle, licking his lips. Eijirō feels a pang of disappointment by the fact that Katsuki can talk at all, before an idea he’s genuinely proud of comes to mind.
“Baby,” Eijirō sing-songs with a slow roll of his hips, unwiling to lose himself in you again quite yet—not until Katsuki’s attitude has been handled proper. “Will you reach behind ya and grab something for me? Pretty please?”
“Mhm. What’cha need, Eiji?” You say with a whine and nod, propping yourself up on your elbows. You’re glowing and so unequivocally stunning that Eijirō’s convinced that word was made just for you.
His hips stutter when he looks at your face too long—he needs to make this quick.
“Grab the—mm—grab the vibe, Sweetheart,” he moans, halting his hips so you can reach behind the pillow. Katsuki pulled it out earlier, probably planning to use it to be an asshole, but quickly, clearly, forgot about it. Eijirō did not.
You hum and smile, probably expecting it to be used on you (which it typically is, save for special occasions…like now) and he’d hate to disappoint a pretty lady, but, like he said—he’s got a point to prove. Eijirō lets go of Katsuki’s throat, and the blond coughs, rubbing his larynx through the skin with a scowl before grunting ‘dickhead’ below his breath.
Now, much colder, Eijirō turns to his problem. “Kat—lay down.”
Katsuki scoffs, sitting up higher just to spite him. “Fuck you, y’don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do, bitch.”
It’s times like this that Eijirō is very thankul to be the bigger boyfriend.
“I said,” he huffs, grabbing Katsuki by the throat and shoving his back into the mattress. He tries to ignore the way he shifts inside you from the effort. “Lay down.”
There’s a beat of silence. Katsuki clicks his tongue, rolls his eyes, looks away. But, when Eijirō lets go? He stays.
“Good boy.”
“Fuck you.”
Eijirō gives you an exasperated sigh, grabbing the wand from your hands. Fiddling with the adjustments, he mutters, inattentive, “Don’t give a man attention for like, five minutes, and he’s practically begging for it.”
“Oi, ‘m not fucki—”
“Pants off, Katsuki,” Eijirō heaves, sorely disinterested in anything the blond has to say other than what he wants to hear. But, Katsuki doesn’t move at all, save for crossing his arms to accentuate his ‘not pout’ as his stare into the corner of the room deepens.
“Fine, then.”
Eijirō turns the vibrator on its highest setting, and places it at the tip of the bulge in Katsuki’s grey sweats.
Katsuki’s body seizes and his hands rush to push at Eijirō’s wrists. There’s a slight struggle, but not enough for Eijirō to believe Katsuki actually wants him to stop.
“See, Princess? This is all he wanted,” Eijirō juts his bottom lip out. You watch with a slack jaw, wiping at your lips in case of drool, and still wiggling your lower half to coerce Eijirō into moving. He shushes, rubbing at the inside of your hip. You get the message—not yet.
Not until he’s broken Katsuki Bakugō down a considerable degree.
“F-fuck, Red, turn—turn it down I—“
“Awh,” Eijirō clicks his tongue, leaning in just so he can see his eyebrows knit the way he loves so much. A dark spot starts to form on Katsuki’s grey sweatpants, changing the pitch of the vibrator once as he soaks through the fabric—and Eijirō‘s suddenly (always) very thankful that Katsuki refuses to wear boxers around the house. “Gonna cum, Kat?”
Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut, choking on a moan. Impatiently, you buck your hips again, this time whining louder, and Eijirō chuckles in apology. “Mm, sorry Baby. Suppose I should show my attention to the one that actually deserves it, huh?”
“I-I—I fuckin’,” Katsuki‘s neck flexes and his hips jerk, “d-deser—ve sh-shit, asshole—”
“Oh yeah, he’s gonna cum alright,” Eijirō chuckles to you, and Katsuki’s ears go red with admission. “And then, I’m going to give you—my sweet girl—the orgasm of your fucking life, and he’s gonna be too tired to do anything other than sit and watch—silently. Good deal?”
You nod, vehemently, adjusting so you can run your fingers through Katsuki’s matting hair. Katsuki leans into your gentle touch as much as he can. And Eijirō, feeling like the blond is getting too comfortable, adjusts the angle of his wrist.
“Fuck!”
There it is.
With a chuckle, Eijirō begins moving the wand in small, slow circles, something akin to what he’d do to you—and it has Katsuki choking on air.
“This s-shit isn’t even fuck-fuckin’ fair,” Katsuki pants, placing a shaky hand over his face. Eijirō tuts and moves it out of the way, shoving it above his head and holding it there.
“What isn’t fair?” Eijirō pouts, adjusting his hips to make sure he stays inside of you. “The vibrator? Or is it the fact that I win every—”
He pushes down harder. Katsuki’s eyes flutter closed.
“—fucking—”
Eijirō pushes again.
“—time?”
Finally, he lets the vibrator just sit, placing the brunt of his strength on the thing. Katsuki’s hands scramble back to his wrist, but he doesn’t try to push Eijirō away. At all.
“Feel good, Kat?” Eijirō croons, petting the inside of his wrist. Katsuki bites his lip, but doesn’t answer.
“I said—” Eijirō drops all sweetness from his voice and grinds the vibrator again. “Does it feel good, Katsuki?”
“I—yeah, yes—fuck,” Katsuki admits through a poor and thin veil of frustration. You start leaving wet kisses on his neck, leaving him shuddering under your wake.
“Shitty Hair—Eijirō, kiss—please.”
Katsuki always gets needy when close, wants to kiss when he cums. You tighten your grip on blond hair to tug lightly, and Katsuki whimpers, bucking into the toy like it’s suddenly not enough. Eijirō hums, leaning in until he can feel Katsuki puff on his lips.
“No.”
And, Katsuki cums. Hard.
His jaw drops and his mouth rounds, and at first nothing comes out—then he lets out something loud and obscene, followed choked out whine. His eyes go tumbling to the back of his head as the wet spot in his sweats dampens dramatically. Finally, his hips stutter, and he moans out a small and broken ‘fuck.’ Eijirō turns the vibrator off, swallows. That was hot.
“Well,” Eijirō pats his boyfriend’s chest after composing himself with a shuddering inhale, feeling the sweat through the cotton fabric of his black tee. “What did we learn?”
Katsuki grumbles something Eijirō can’t hear, but it makes you laugh. He rolls onto his side, back facing the both of you, and flips him off. Nothing—per usual.
“Kat, y’gotta go ‘n change or you’ll be pissed tomorrow,” Eijirō nudges. He gets a weak ‘in a bit,’ in response, and rolls his eyes, knowing that means he’s going to end up doing most of the work.
“Sorry Baby, I got a little carried away,” Eijirō redirects his attention back to you and adjusts his hips, expecting you to be somewhat dry (because, let’s be clear: he’s still rock solid) but his eyes widen in pleasant surprise as he notices how easy the shift is. “Oh? Kat was right—you are a perv.”
“Shut up,” you whine, slapping him on the bicep. Eijirō chuckles.
idk if u do this but ur writing is fucking good so if u could… sero denki x reader….??? totally okay if not !!
forced proximity with kamisero, 1.4k words. if i could??? nonnie, i’ve been dying to. when i tell you i’ve had this idea cooking for a minute …18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
“i hate both of you.”
“awh, don’t be like that.”
“yeah! this is quality bestie bonding time.”
you glare at your roommates in the dark—squint, actually, because you can barely see your own hand—and shove them both in the shoulders. they slam into opposite sides of the wall, which unfortunately, isn’t very far at all.
you’re stuck in a closet.
you’re stuck in a closet, and it’s their fault. spring (summer) cleaning has never been you three’s strong suit, but you had faith. you believed that if you orchestrated it yourself—because, lets be clear, these two losers aren’t orchestrating shit—that it would be fine. productive, even. you didn’t plan for their overwhelming stupidity to get in the way.
“it’s not even our fault, technically,” denki defends, weakly, like he can hear fists balling at your sides. “who would’ve known that the closet locks from the outside?”
eijirō, katsuki, and mina are on the way to save you three now. they can’t come faster.
it was stupid. it was so, so dumb. denki wanted to see if, he didn’t move the lock, would the closet still open and close? apparently, yes. apparently, he wanted everyone to find out with him. from inside the closet.
“who knew that stuffing all of us in a closet was a shitty excuse for a ‘prank’” you hiss, words dripping with sarcasm, and wish to resort to violence so, so bad. “oh wait! i did.”
“’kay, i don’t like your sass,” denki huffs. You growl.
“i don’t like your face!”
“well, good thing you can’t see it!”
“ladies, ladies,” hanta coos, awkwardly setting an arm around your shoulders to hold you in place, and prevent denki from getting another a black eye. “break it up.”
“hanta, shut the fuck up—you’re next.”
“ooh, hot,” and you can hear the smile in his words, as he leans closer—not that he wasn’t already fucking close—to purr in your ear. you push his face away, and into many coats.
you know denki is also about to say some fucked shit, if the deep inhale in preparation to deal a critical blow is any clue.
“y’know what we could do to pass the—”
“absolutely not, that was one time—”
“oh hell yeah, let’s fuck.”
you feel hanta nodding along, the stray hairs of his mullet brushing against the top of your head. so, you pull it. “Ow, what the—”
“if we have sex in here, we’ll run out of air.”
“a little asphyxiation kink never hurt nobody,” hanta says, so you yank again.
“i’m not dying with my pussy out.”
“ooh, i miss it,” denki says, and you can’t see him making grabby hands, but you know he is. “i miss her, show me, show me—”
you don’t even waste breath explaining how no one can even see, slowly loosing energy for this conversation. honestly, you’ve been moving around all day—you never had the energy in the first place.
“c’mon pretty, he’s practically begging for it,” hanta reasons, much too close to your ear, and if your blood goes hot, it’s because the closet is stuffy. obviously.
“i am begging for it,” denki nods, and his hands find your hips. you roll your eyes.
“god, both of you are pathetic.”
“mm, tell me more,” denki purrs, rotating your body until your facing him, and hanta’s chest is flush against your back. “please? just a little heavy petting until they get here.”
you sigh. then you groan, loud and annoyed, and—
“fuck! fine.”
“yay!”
denki takes the hands off your waist to clap softly, before they return where they belong. they blindly search for the tie in your sweats, fiddling and struggling, and you’re not about to fucking help him. he doesn’t even weasel them off—just sticks his hand in your pants like an animal, feeling around with absolutely no finesse at all.
“awh,” he pouts, running a finger through your folds. you shiver from the friction. “you’re dry.”
“and you’re embarrassing,” you huff through grit teeth. “just get on with it.”
so, he does.
hanta’s hand comes to cover the opposite side of your hip, much like denki’s once was, but doesn’t stay there—it drifts over and under your shirt, squeezing and groping as he sees fit. denki takes two fingers to your clit, circling softly and just like you taught him the first time. you lean your weight against hanta’s chest with a sigh.
“feeling good?” hanta checks in, dropping his chin to your crown. his hand slides to grip your breast through the bra, big hand encompassing half of your chest and then some.
“i’m feeling fine,” you huff. even if you were feeling good, you wouldn’t tell them. they don’t get the satisfaction of knowing.
“oh, i think she’s feeling plenty,” denki almost groans, running a finger through you again, only for it to come back soaking. and honestly? fuck him for that. “definitely wet now—that didn’t take much.”
“shut up and make me cum,” you hiss. hanta huffs a laugh and denki giggles.
“look who’s begging now,” hanta says, bending down to litter kisses along your pulse point. denki rubs you faster than before—impatient bastard.
“i’m literally not,” you defend, but it falls on deaf ears. maybe, it has something to do with the pick up of your breathing. oh lord, here we go—asphyxiating in a closet, with the two biggest idiots in the world. bye world, it was nice knowing you.
denki pinches your clit and you yelp. it earns him a slap to the shoulder, and he snickers, “sorry, she felt too cute. had to.”
hanta groans at that, and the hand on your chest drops down, knocking denki’s hand out the way as he hums, “lemme feel.”
he also groans at the feeling of you against his fingers. your body illustrates the biggest betrayal of the century as your hips buck against his palm, and don’t fucking stop.
“oh, bet you could cum just like this,” he purrs, nipping at your neck. you huff and choose to ignore his words, fisting your hands into denki’s top instead.
until he weasels his way out of your grip, only to disappear. it’s not until a hand finds your lower thigh and yanks your sweats down—some, not all the way—that you realize he’s gotten on his knees.
hanta sticks two thick fingers in you, and your head drops to his shoulder. honestly, at this point, fuck it.
you feel a cooling tongue tracing the bulging space around hanta’s fingers. denki grips your thighs and shakes them, groaning at the sense.
“god, you’re fucking perfect,” he whimpers, dropping his cheek to your thigh. you alternate between grinding back on hanta’s fingers, and grinding up into his palm, and try not to jostle denki in the process.
hanta agrees with a moan right in your ear, and denki starts delivering small kisses to the inside of your leg. heat pools behind your belly button, low in your stomach, and your breath hitches and releases, then hitches again.
“awh, you close, princess?” hanta pants, flattening his tongue and licking a hot line up your neck. you whimper.
“may-maybe.”
denki whines, and his grip on your thighs tighten. hanta’s fingers slip out of you to rub your clit properly, and denki’s fingers slide in right after him. you’re a goner, after that.
your hips stutter, and then you squeeze so tight you almost force denki out. the sound that you make is nothing short of embarrassing—a proper moan, which they don’t deserve—and your head tucks into hanta’s chest as the rest of your body curls. your legs give out, but hanta catches you by the waist before you can tumble. at some point, you found a hanger to hold onto, because once the feeling returns to your body, you find one in your hand, snapped in two.
it’s only when hanta’s fingers leave your clit that you open your eyes. there’s a small slit in the door, a strip of yellow light. it runs across denki’s nose and ends at his left eye, making it glow a canary yellow. hanta pokes his fingers at denki’s lips, wet with you, and he takes them happily, eyes fluttering shut as he handles two fingers like a blowjob. he pulls of with a ‘pop,’ a string of spit clinging to his lower lip and attaching him to hanta’s finger like the red string of fate.
“see? we burned like fifteen minutes,” denki says, and voice sounding heavier than it did last. or maybe your brain isn’t arousal-addled anymore. who even cares.
“whatever,” you huff, pulling your sweats back up once denki’s fingers fall out. he sucks those, too.
(and, when your saviors arrive, you realize, yes, the closet locks from the outside, but there’s also a lock inside. you turn to your roommates with a glare—they look guilty.)
TINA TINA PLEASE I NEED MORE WLW CONTENT WITH MINA 🙏🏾
beach party with gf!mina ashido 18+ MDNI!!!
“you can’t seriously be thinking about making a campfire, we’re already melting!” your wrist is starting to get sore, flicking the paper fan over your face for a fleeting breeze and the illusion of it cooling you down. “it’s for the vibes,” denki makes a weird wave with his hands, only to get chopped right in the nape of his neck by an unimpressed katsuki.
“if you do make a fire, denks, we’re cooking you on it,” mina chirps, matching pink paper fan in hand. you giggle when they make funny faces at each other, sticking their tongues out and going ”bleeeh”. you still can’t wrap your head around how pretty your girlfriend is, heart-shaped eyes locked on her as she throws her head back and laughs your hand idly floating mid-air.
“—oi, oi! ‘m talking to you!” you’re - rudely - interrupted in the middle of your daydream by katsuki. “what.” you ask deadpanned, visibly annoyed, mirroring the ever-present scowl on his face. “denki, kyouka and hanta are going to grab more beers, eijiro and i are gonna go pick up the pizzas. can we trust you not to sneak away to do…whatever, and actually make sure they don’t rob us?”
“oh my god, kats, you’re still mad about that ball?” mina groans. “it was a damn good ball!” katsuki barks.
“you sure do seem to know a lot about balls…” you don’t exactly whisper, grinning when his ears start to turn red— whether he’s flustered, furious, or a mix of both you’ll never know. “what-fucking-ever. we’re going.”
“byeeee,” mina wiggles her fingers as the rest of the group leaves, and you both watch them disappear in the distance. once they’re out your line of sight, she turns to look at you. and oh, you know that look.
“babe, we might actually make katsuki mad if we—”
“if we what?” she coos with faux innocence, big doe eyes looking into yours as she tilts her head. “i wasn’t thinking about it, you perv! i can’t even look at my girlfriend without her thinking i want to pounce her?”
all you do is raise a brow, and she breaks instantly. “ugh, okay, fine!” she huffs, folding her arms over her chest. you try not to let your gaze wander downwards, where her pretty tits sit to fucking perfectly, hugged by that leopard print bikini. the memory of your teeth around the strings tugging it off her chest just this morning before leaving are much more vivid now.
“hey, eyes up here,” you hear her tease, two fingers under your chin guiding you to look at her. “what? i can’t look at you without you thinking i want to pounce?” you parrot her words back at her, earning a giggle. “touché.”
but she doesn’t withdraw her fingers, watching you for one beat longer, before pressing a quick peck to your lips that leaves you smiling like an idiot. “you want a popsicle? i’m pretty sure they’re half melted by now but i think it’s worth it before they’re nothing but sugar water.”
“sure,” you nod, resuming fanning your face and chest. moving to a more secluded part of the beach right before the sunset was a great idea, a rocky corner with high trees and bushes, but with enough sand to lay down your towels. the perfect spot to share greasy pizza and drink cheap beer, you might’ve even gone for one last dip in the ocean before heading home.
but you don’t know if you’ll make it to tonight alive, because mina is currently on all fours, the shortest denim shorts known to man hugging her ass, and sitting low enough on her hips to show the strings of her bikini bottoms tied in cute little bows on each side. “what flavor do you want? there’s lemon and blueberry,” you hear her speak up.
“boot— i-i mean blueberry!” you shake yourself, immediately correcting your slip-up. “mhm, blueberry it is,” she hums. “but do let me know when they start making booty flavor.”
you playfully roll your eyes, lips curling up in a smile. just for the sake of getting a sweet revenge you lean over, biting the back of mina’s thigh just below the line of her asscheek, making her yelp. “ow, you asshole!” she waves her free hand behind her back, trying to smack you off. “sorry, baby, ‘m sorry…” you murmur as you stifle a laugh, kissing over the mark to soothe the sting.
when you lay back, mina sits on her haunches, holding out your popsicle before she shuts the cooler. you grab it from her hand, teeth ripping the plastic wrap before you take the wooden stick between your fingers. “ew, it’s already sticky,” you grimace, quickly putting the sugary ice between your lips and sucking the juice out with a loud slurp!
“yeah we gotta eat it quick and pray we don’t get brain freeze,” mina tears the wrapper with her hands instead, from the top, wrapping her lips around the popsicle and guiding the plastic down. once again you’re rapt, the moan that bubbles low in her throat at the refreshing taste sending a spark right between your legs.
and before you know it, sugary juice is dripping down the sides of your mouth, droplets falling right onto your chest, sliding down your fingers, your wrist. “shit!” you wine, catching the beading liquid at the bottom of the popsicle, angling the stick at an angle. mina laughs, the bunched plastic in her hand preventing her from making your same mistake. “you’re so cute when you’re clumsy,” she teases with a giggle.
when you’re finally done eating, you’re a mess. your skin is sticky with sweat and sugar, wrist covered in faint blue stains. mina, however, only had to lick her fingertips and she was all good. “awww, look at you…baby’s all messy,” she chirps playfully, reaching for your hand. “want me to clean you up?”
and you would be the most idiotic of idiots to say no to your girlfriend washed in golden sunlight, pretty face framed by pink strands of hair that fell from her ponytail and wrapping her lithe fingers around your wrist. you can only watch in awe as she brings it to her mouth and start giving kitten licks over the remnants of sugary juice.
she moves closer, your forearm now trapped between her perfect tits as she shifts her focus on your neck. “baby…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips on your sensitive, heated skin. “hm?” she purr against your throat. “i’m just cleaning you up, i’m not doing anything dirty…yet.”
you hiss when she lets her teeth graze your collarbone lightly, her other hand landing on your thigh for leverage, while the one that was holding your wrist guides your palm until it’s cupping her breast. you both moan at the same time. “mina, the others—”
“i’ll be quick, pinky promise,” she hums between soft mwahs over your chest. “can’t let them see what a mess you’ve made, right?”
then she’s kissing over the fabric of your bikini top, until her lips are closing around a perked nipple. you clamp your free hand over your mouth to stifle a loud moan, your back oh so obediently arching into the stimulation. “b-babe…baby…” you whine, heat pooling between your legs and you know your lower bikini piece is ruined.
“mmhh…almost done,” she mumbles, before turning her attention to your other nipple. “play with me, baby…need you so bad.”
your lips are parted in labored breaths, shaky fingers kneading the soft plushness of her breast, thumb brushing over her hardened nub. just as she’s about to unbutton her jeans shorts, a phone vibrates next to you. mina sighs, turning looking around until she catches the culprit, the name kyouka stamped in bold letters at the top.
“yeah?”
“you girls have all your clothes on?” you hear her crackly voice through the speaker. “unfortunately, yes. you just ruined the mood,” mina rolls her eyes.
“good!” she sarcastically rebuts. “because we’re back, just parked the car now. figured i’d check in and save you guys the embarrassment.”
“oh man, on the day i was thinking of filming it and sending it into the groupchat!?”
“not funny,” you and kyouka say simultaneously. mina sticks her tongue out at you. “you’re both so lame, the pizza better be goddamn good. see ya.”
after she ends the call you look at her. “seriously, sending our sextape in the groupchat? for free?” you shake your head, feigning disappointment. “i bet you my left asscheek denki would buy it even if we put it up for a million yen,” she shrugs.
you sigh. “yeah i guess he would…hey, did you hear that him and hanta allegedly filmed one?”
“WHAT!?”
┊┊a/n. hope i didn't get too rusty over these days without writing...making my big comeback with some good ole yuri who cheered -> if you want to see hanta and denki's "alleged" sextape click HERE!! (by courtesy of the lovely @tentypos)
walk with me omega!ochaco and omega!reader bot in heat at the same damn time going through it together
**if you don't f w/ omegaverse how about like sex pollen or smtg? (^∧^)
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s☆x pollen? - ochako uraraka 18+ MDNI!!!
you didn’t like this operation from the start. sweeping a laboratory based on dubious and barely backed up allegations, with little to no knowledge about what you might have even found in there. drugs? or even worse, nomus? it didn’t sit right with you that they would ask for the intervention of two pro heroes when there were still so many questions about, well, everything.
the only reassurance was getting teamed up with ochako. if things went south, you would’ve had each other’s back. but no training in your years at U.A. or out in the field could’ve prepared you for this. all it took was a police officer accidentally knocking over some containers of unknown substances, you and uravity pushing the man away to take the hit, and now…this.
it took a while for the symptoms to show, the medical staff said you were lucky because you only inhaled the fumes and didn’t ingest any of it, and the only way to get rid of the effects was to wait. yeah, right, like hell you can wait.
the “super dangerous” substance was sex pollen, a new type of diversion some maniac came up with, meant to distract heroes by puffing just a tiny bit, enough to mess with their minds. the amount in your body must’ve bean at least ten times greater, and it was a lie you told yourself to stay sane.
but how the fuck are you supposed to stay sane when you and ochako share an apartment!?
the moment the police escorted you home - in separate cars - you locked yourselves in your respective bedroom. it’s been an hour now, and your body is giving no sign of cooling off, the desire raging in your veins still as maddening as ever.
and for some reason, you don’t want to give into it. the mere friction of your clothes rubbing against you borders on painful. you should be locked up, yeah, that’s the only reasonable way to deal with this. because if your body was already making you go out of your mind, ochako is definitely making this worse.
you can hear her, or rather, her moans. loud as fuck, as she gets herself off over and over again until she’s crying, because it’s never enough. a nurse with a cheeky little smile, back at the hospital, told you something that you didn’t even dare entertain, not even at the back of your mind.
”you know, they say the effects go away faster if someone’s helping you out.”
yeah, no fucking way.
but now the words are coming back, infiltrating themselves into every inch of your poor, weak mind. perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea? but how would you even ask her? you locked yourselves away from each other exactly to avoid that, but—
“y/n,” a quiet mewl came from the other side of the wall. “fuck i— i-i can’t do this anymore, it hurts…p-please help me, please—”
that was all the convincing it took. you’re sure you almost detach the damn handle from your door when you fling it open, only to find ochako’s already unlocked— ready, waiting. “i’m so, so sorry b-but i can’t do this anymore, i feel like i’m going insane!” she whines, big doe eyes wide and pleading as she watches you from the crack in the door. “we can help each other out, no? m-make this go away fast.”
“yeah, alright,” you nod, hands shaking, barely keeping yourself from breaking down the door and pounce. “just let me in.”
ochako’s hand grabs the front of your shirt and yanks, the kiss she locks your lips is dizzying enough neither of you feels it when you topple to the floor. she’s in nothing but an oversized shirt, and as soon as you slot a thigh between hers, she starts rutting against it shamelessly.
“fuck, chako, you’re so wet…” you gasp, skin covered in enough of her slick to make the glide smooth. “i’m sorry,” she cries against your lips. “i’m so sorry, f-forgive me…i can’t stop…”
“shh, shh…you’re okay,” you coo, gently moving a strand of auburn hair away from her face to kiss her cheek. with her legs bracketing yours, your hips start moving on their own, seeking relief. “you’re so pretty, chako. so pretty…”
she kisses you again, a hand slithering inside your shirt to cup your breast. you double down, lifting up the fabric covering her chest and hunching down to take one of her rosy nipples between your lips. “ah, fuck!” ochako mewls, rutting faster against your thigh.
you try to match her pace, reaching down to move your shorts and panties to the side, needing the contact. and the feeling of bare skin against your hit is enough to throw you into your orgasm— the first of many. “oh— oh my god!!” the words are muffled, face buried between ochako’s perfect tits.
“yes…yes, please y/n, more!” she sobs, teeth sinking into the juncture of your neck as she violently topples into her own high, nails indenting crescents into your hip. purposeful to leave a mark.
after two or three hours, you were both aware that the effects of the pollen had passed. that you kept going simply because it felt so fucking good. none of the unspoken fantasy you’d had about each other could compare to the real thing.
and you’re positively, utterly worn when you finally collapse on ochako’s bed (a welcome change of location from the carpeted floor). her body is warm and soft, flushed face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “i think they really were right about helping each other out,” she giggles.
you can’t help but laugh, nodding your head. “yeah, damn doctors,” you joke. “are you feeling well now?”
“never been better,” she breathes, grinning up at you. “ten out of ten experience, but i never want to go through that ever again. i was pretty sure i was going to end up in a mental hopsital, lose my mind for good and never come back again.”
“ten out of ten, hm? was that the sex pollen talking, or…”
ochako’s fingers trace the line of your waist, watching you shiver. “nuh-uh, that was me talking. can’t believe we had to wait for that to happen to finally do it. i wouldn’t mind if we…helped each other out again, sometimes.”
it’s your turn to grin now, getting aroused again just by the way she’s talking so sweetly. “i thing that’s an amazing idea, ochako.”
┊┊a/n. the fact that i'm literally reading an omegaverse tgck fic as we speak...however i don't feel like i have enough knowledge to do the trope justice so sex pollen it is!! i educated myself on it through the official fanlore page it was actually rather interesting...
╰ 18+ MDNI. red riot’s unbreakable? we’ll see about THAT when you’re done milking him dry!
“think you can handle one more?”
thick hips plopping down to fuck against kirishima’s rock hard cock, it’s quite the challenge for him to focus on anything other than the leaky rivets of cum pouring out of your slit each time your ass fully lifts off of him, strings of past creampies building up and connecting you to one another.
the room was scorching, pallid walls clouded in thick layers of musky humidity as your sinful noises bled into them. everything down to the friction filled spot where the two of you meet was boiling hot, the smell of piquant sex and salty sweat suffocating the way it wrapped around your bodies, pulse thumpin' whilst you rode him like his cock was your lifeline.
kirishima looks so pretty like this. a writhing mess beneath you, mouth swollen and bottom lip littered with teeth marks from him biting into it hard each time he came inside of you. gelled back bangs lifeless and hanging down on his sticky forehead. perfect.
he bites that same spot again, porcelain teeth piercing into the corners, lip pursing out in a whine, “no—yes! please baby, ‘s a lot but—”
“—but?” you cock your head, halting your movements to grind against him, leaving the bulky man gasping for air.
“but you feel so fucking good!” throwing his head backwards and into the headboard, kirishima grips your hips, encouraging your greedy moments to rut into him, clit throbbing and pulsating when it perfectly catches the tuff of dark hair on his pelvis.
“soooo good!” you’re mumbling, cunt biting down on his shaft, pressing a hand down on his sculpted abs to lift yourself upright, vigorous motions picking back up once more. “jus’ don’t wanna stop yet—one more, one more pleaseeee?”
“whatever you want babydoll,” kirishima stutters out, voice dropping into a guttural tone, fingers kneading your ass like dough, “lookin’ so fucking perfect on top of me, whatever this pussy wants—she gets.”
adjusting yourself, feet planting flat down on either side of his tree trunk thighs, the angle hits just right. strawberry-red tip plump and uncontrollably sobbing in your canal, his cock curves upright, leaky slit dripping its luscious sticky seed past your cervix and prettily pressin’ into your abused g-spot.
throwing your head back, you whine, little moans slipping from gaped lips, “yes! wanna break you eiji!”
“fuckkkk—you’re doing a pretty good job at thaaaat!”
milking his cock ‘til the sun rises and cows come home, you’re unsure how many orgasms you’ve pulled out of him, your own cunt on its nth high of the night somehow showing no signs of stopping, cunt sucking up ever last drop of seed from his balls.
“think you can cum again, red riot?”
how could he say no to that pretty little fucked out face saying his hero name so sinfully in a time like this? pussy grinding around and around on his globular cockhead, letting the tip smush each side of your sensitive walls in search of any crevice left untouched.
not like it could find any.
“shittt—i wanna, but the way you’re squeezin’ my dick, i’m not too sure baby.”
thick webs of cum smeared up and down your insides leaks down his thighs, salty seed uncomfortably drying off in flakes, peeling off his rough skin. there’s not a chance in hell he can come again, let alone fill you any further with seed.
you don’t believe that.
“wrong answer!”
“shit baby, cant you see i’m trying?” he’s sighing, stretching a hand behind his head, “never seen you be so fucking greedy ‘til now.”
kirishima wants to be good for you. ignoring the way you’re snappin’ him practically in half with your tight cunt alone, the pain in his lower groin is powerful enough to knock back even the strongest of mankind, the sheer fortitude to take orgasm after orgasm building into a dizzying array of emotions.
“i’m not greedy! you’re acting weak, like you can’t take it!” clammy plams land flat on his chest, numb thighs maneuvering alongside his to fuck yourself on to him even harder. the pace of your thighs picks up to where it was before, each syllable of praise spilling from your mouth being met with a plop of your cunt downwards.
“you’re unbreakable! s-strong! so strong eijiro!” words slurring and starting to blend in with the sounds of your sopping cunt, you press him deeper down into the sheets, shoulders slacked into the headboard and digging into the mahogany grain, “supposed to sit here like a rock ‘n take it!”
the power you, or—in this case, your cunt has on him intensifies, brows furrowing in determination he surges forward, two hands finding the blades of your shoulders and gripping you into place, fucking his cock up into your cunt.
“fuckkkkk—ima make sure i take it jus’ for you sweets, b-but can you?”
“yes?” you’re questioning before he’s pistoning his cockhead into you at an angle, skin aggressively slapping together as he swabs at your cervix with a force so strong you’re seeing stars, “oh! m-mmmmfh—eijiro!”
“complementing me t’get what you want?” he’s far stronger than you, arms easily throwing your body up and down off his cock as he bucks into you. “you know just how to mess with me baby.”
it’s animalistic. the way kirishima chases his high so agressive makes your stomach churn, eyes fluttering shut once his calloused thumb begins toying at your pretty little pearl, swooshing its folds in a circle motion.
your favorite.
“eijiiiii!” you slur, tongue lolling out your bottom lip with a thick glob of spittle, one kirishima notices and laps at up straight away, pulling you into a hectic kiss.
he’s messy with it, lips smacking together and tongues battling for dominance, you swallow each others warbling moans, the band in your core beginning to feel taught, thighs starting to shake.
the sloshing between your legs grows foamy, a tell tale sign kirishima’s cumming, again. “i—fuckkkkk baby, am i cumming? can’t tell with how fucking wet this pussy is, what’d ya think baby girl?” he’s pulling away, watching the way his next load and cum oozes out of your stretched hole and down to his base.
“i-i don’t k-know—”
“—you don’t? hmm-let’s see,” he’s cutting you off, pointer finger joining his thumb to place a rough pinch to your clit and smiling once he sees your face jolt in pleasure.
breathless and silent you’re cumming, pin pricks shooting down your achy calves as kirishima forces you to ride it out. body lying limp on top of him, he grinds himself into your slit, pussy throbbing as it clenches to suck up every last ounce of milky seed he’s poured inside of you.
panting, your achy torso falls into his chest, cheek squishing against his taut peck, salty sweet swiping over your bottom lip.
kirishima allows it, tumbling into the messy array of pillows behind his crimson hair to grip you tight, lips pressing to the top of your sweat coated hairline.
just when he thinks you’re done and he can finally relax, your cunt clenches one, twice, hips stuttering on his softening shaft like a hand on a stick shift, lips slurring.
“just one moreee, please? gotta get you stronger, don’t we?”
he runs a palm down the side of his flushed cheek, voice hoarse, “baby, my balls—you drained ‘em already, i’m sure you’ve got me shooting blanks by now.”
“come on!” your head pops up, lips twisting into a tiny smirk that can only mean one thing. “don’t you trust me?”
“no baby. i don’t.”
a/n: yes yes another kiri riding fic sue me! im a cat making biscuits in his lap :3
warnings: you broke up with him, he wants to be nonchalant but he lwk wants you back, MAJOR angst, cursing, using a teammate to make you jealous, fluff??, incorrect time for 4/6 of the images(pls ignore that it’s my first time using this text app)
ps. wanted to do some more angst, and i finally can do more then 10 photos everyone clap!🥹
Needy Bakugo Katsuki x Needy f!reader Drabble (mdni)
When was the last time you had been like this? Pinned on your bed with Katsuki Bakugo between your legs. He was holding them open, one hand on your knee while the other scrambled frantically to line himself to your hole.
It hadn't been long since you got home. Actually, it was a miracle that you made it to the bed and not dropped to your knees the moment you crossed the front door.
He tried thrusting in, one controlled and constant motion of his hips; probably the last one before his mind blanked out and lost himself in the pleasure of fucking you in the meanest, dirtiest way possible.
Not yet– his brain signaled. His ego took a hit, even if he tried shallow thrusts to inch in, even if he had you underneath him with pleading eyes, he couldn't put it in. Not because of inexperience, not due to his size, you just weren't wet enough. Soon becoming awfully aware of how pitifully hard he got with such little effort from you.
“T-tight ffuck– Dammit, wait– I gotta do more” he cursed while pulling out the length that could go in.
But you tried to pull him closer, keep him in; your hands clinging onto any part of him you could reach. Your desperate mewls and pleas were paired with scratches that would definitely live on his skin for a week.
You both may enjoy nasty sex, but Katsuki still knew he didn't want to hurt you.
“Don't pull out, Katsuki. Please just– fuck me, I need you, i missed you”
“So impatient, fuck. Not trying to hurt you today, so don't move”, his tone was somewhere between a scold and an order.
His hot palm met the tender fat on your ass with a slap before traveling to your pussy. Those garnet eyes studied your body, one hand holding your folds to let the other one work on your most sensitive spot.
“Fucking hell, baby. Who would've thought that in just a few weeks your body would forget me and go back to being so tight?” Your body was twitching with urgency as his thumb kept circling your clit; the absence of slick making it a harsher sensation. “Did you not play with your pretty pussy while I was away, babydoll?”
Your back couldn't help but arch as a response to his words, your head barely nodding back at him. Of course you had. Not that you'd tell him how many times you'd touched yourself thinking of him. To pictures of him.
“Please.. I need you, Katsuki. n-need you so bad.” you were just a collection of small and shaky whines.
“I know, baby,” he cooed, his lips parting to let a drop of spit fall on your heat before spreading it with his thumb. “Just warming you up,” he continued before leaning over to meet your lips with his, “then I'll fuck you stupid, deal?”
You nodded quickly, a little too eagerly, at the same time his flushed tip helped glaze your slit with a mix of pre, spit and slick.
Katsuki felt his cock twitch, ask for you with every single needy plea that passed your lips. His fingers travelled down your body to sink between your legs.
“Mgh, no– j-just. Nng, your… dick. Please.”
“Hmm, my cock got you this needy, baby?” His voice was a low growl that sent electricity through your body, “Okay, big stretch–"
Finally, the first few inches sank into you, tight gummy walls hugging him, sucking him in. A delicious sensation, and a most anticipated stretch pulled a strained moan out from your throats in harmony.
“Ss-so full” you couldn’t help your eyebrows scrunch up when your half lidded eyes met his.
“Y-you’ve always liked me all deep inside you, huh? Such a needy pussy. Fuck– so tight; so perfect, holy shit–”
Katsuki’s sentences were just low, rough grunts; doing everything to not loose himself just yet, wait a bit more; just a bit before he kept his promise and fucked into you hard until you couldn’t remember your name.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, suggestive, mention of creampie, ooc (for the plot), softdom!izuku (the classic) bratty!sub!fem!afab!reader (classic), possibly not accurate/possible portrayal of wisdom tooth drugs, not proofread #pen to paper
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my previous account. i wasn’t born with wisdom teeth i’ll never experience this first hand
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: short blurb; bitchy gf reader driving izuku home from the dentist after getting his wisdom teeth removed and he’s up to no good!
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 389 words
is this thing on
has anyone thought about izuku and his bitchy girlfriend where she has to drive him home from the dentist after getting his wisdom teeth removed? and instead of being all sluggish and mumbling “i love you’s,” he keeps trying to finger her as she drives?
───
“izuku, quit fucking doing that,” you scold, trying to squeeze your thighs tightly together.
he just giggles, his finger teasing the slit of your pussy through your panties. “you’re so cute when you’re focused.”
“i’m not gonna look cute if you keep that up,” you snap, prying him off you, all while keeping your eyes on the road.
with a grin, he puts his hand back on your thigh, this time just keeping it there. “when we get home, i’m gonna fuck you sooooo good… like… until you can’t walk…” he whispers, almost snickering, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear.
“no, you’re not,” you sigh, annoyed by his drug-fueled antics. “you’re gonna go lay in bed and take a nap.”
“will you come with me?” he tilts his head, peeking at your cleavage.
“no, because i have to make dinner.”
this time, he’s the one who sighs. “why can’t we just skip to dessert?” he asks, hand creeping up under your skirt again for the nth time.
you shoot him a quick glare, finding yourself lecturing him. “i doubt eating me out could make you full, and you need to recover well, so, until it can— we’re going to eat chicken noodle soup instead.”
“dudeee,” he drags out the word, his eyes widening as you had suddenly triggered a memory. “i was telling the nurse about that.”
“what nurse?” you question, brows furrowing in confusion. “telling about what?”
“at the dentist, babe!”
“oh. those are called dental assistants.”
“well,” he slurs, fishing some sort of package out of his pocket. “the dental assistant was asking me about what i was gonna do when i got home, so i told her that i was probably gonna fuck you until you were like, nice and full of my cum… and she gave me this!”
as your eyes dart from the road to what was in his hand, you realized it was a condom.
“you’re such a fucking idiot,” you mumble, ears red as he laughs at your reaction.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: that night you left a voicemail for the dentist’s office apologizing for your boyfriend giving them the play by play on how he fucks his “hot ass girlfriend.”
Bkg who never drinks but gets drunk one night n all the guys are talking about sex and giving advice and denki asks bkg for his opinion and they all start dogging on him thinking he doesn’t know shit…
bakugou is only drinking because you’re on holiday right now with your girls. without you around, his whole routine has gone out of whack. no visiting you after work or picking you up from your writing class. no lounging on your sofa as he cooks you fancy pasta in your tiny kitchen with your roommate next door. he saves some for her also.
bakugou feels like a train run off the tracks, a zombie in his body, all the colours in his world have fallen flat.
so he’s taken to one of the most popular vices, alcohol with his buddies. his buddies aren’t helping. kaminari doesn’t know how to please this new girl he’s seeing and kirishima thinks he’s suitable to give advice. the third beer bakugou has downed makes them less annoying. just a smidge.
bakugou leans his head on the back of kirishima’s sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. his beer fisted on his knee. you’re probably leaving the beach now, in that pretty striped bikini you snapped a photo of a few hours ago. you said you were going to sunbathe, eat snacks, listen to music and read your book. group solo time you said. he wishes he was with you now.
“and i know she’s going to leave me for it,” kaminari whines into his palms, “b-but i tell her that i can keep going but she says no she’s fine. i think she finds it awkward because i just came and she hasn’t.”
kirishima knocks his empty can on his coffee table. it’s surprising he’s even got one in his only basic necessities needed bachelor pad.
“you don’t finger her at the beginning? eat her out? girls love that.”
bakugou looks at his phone. no notifications from you. he huffs.
“why are you huffing and not helping me! i’m crying for help here!” kaminari moans, then burps right after. bakugou winces. “i do all the foreplay! she doesn’t come during that either!”
bakugou entertains him. he swings his head on the sofa to look at one of his longest friends. “the fuck are you doin’ if she’s not comin’ when you’re eatin’ her?”
even though kaminari asked him, he and kirishima turn to look at bakugou with these slow drunken blinks.
“hah? what?”
“what do you know about….” kaminari starts.
kirishima leans forward to his best friend, truly interested in his answer, “sexually pleasing women?”
“what are you two idiots on? obviously i know.” though bakugou flushes red at the topic.
sure he’s not the most experienced in womenkind but he is in one. he knows what you like.
“wait how—,” kirishima starts but kaminari cuts in with desperation neither men have seen before.
“kacchan how!” he cries, hands clasped together and shaking in bakugou’s face. “how do i make my lady orgasm?”
bakugou’s quick to push kaminari away, having him fly to the other side of the sofa but still, he looks to him for answers with eager eyes.
“get the hell off me!” bakugou says then remembers to check his phone. still no text from you. not even an update on the sunset on the beach? a selfie? damn. he shuts his device and looks to his friends. “the problem is you idiots callin’ it foreplay. touchin’ her is sex.”
“kacchan!” he urges.
“fuck! i usually eat her out and when she’s close, i add in my fingers. shit has her comin’ down my wrist on command.” bakugou blurts like the words were dragged out of his throat. then his blush deepens. he takes a swig of his beer.
kaminari’s mouth gapes open, “what the fuck? tell me HOW. in DETAIL!”
“who?” kirishima asks, tilting his chair to look at bakugou properly. “why didn’t you tell your brothers you had a girlfriend?”
“none of your fuckin’ business.”
“i bet you told deku!”
“fuck off about deku…,” then bakugou sighs. no notifications, “i met her through round face. she told him.”
“guys we’re going off topic. tell me how kacchan.” kaminari asks, about to crawl into bakugou’s lap.
bakugou shrugs. large motions all huffy and dramatic.
“it’s f-fuckin’ instinctual,” bakugou rubs his eyes. alcohol and thinking about your pussy around his friends. this wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go. “i just suck and lick at her clit. i’m loud and messy with it… she likes that. stick my tongue in her, kiss her thighs. i dunno i just do everythin’. then when she’s about to come, she gets all grabby at my hair, pushin’ my head into her so i finger her. she explodes with these cute ass squeals.”
“shit, man,” from kirishima.
“damn kacchan… feel like i needa be making notes.” kaminari inches towards bakugou and bakugou grunts, spreading his legs to get comfortable. “but wait, before that, what happens? and what’s the technique when you give head? a—and your fingers—,”
it’s the alcohol that makes bakugou really consider his questions. thinking about you softens him, gets him warm and fuzzy inside.
“my woman told me that foreplay starts in the mornin’. she likes when i kiss her awake and sweet talk her. cute texts during the day. cookin’ for her and havin’ a plan for the evenin’ even if it’s watchin’ a movie. means when we start makin’ out on the sofa she’s climbin’ all over me, grindin and feelin’ for my dick.”
bakugou looks his friends up and down. “i don’t do all that to get my dick wet though. i do it ‘cause i like seein’ her happy.” then after frowning, “i do like eatin’ her pussy. i miss her.”
kirishima feels the urge to open hinge and messaging his matches. he wants whatever his best friend has.
“where is she?”
“on holiday with her friends.”
“why didn’t you go?”
“i said with her fuckin’ friends. i’m not her friend. why would i be there?” he snaps.
kirishima shrugs. “can we see a photo? what’s she look like?”
bakugou can do that. he goes into his photo gallery. he’s got so many photos of you to choose from.
“do you alternate between small licks and big licks? and your fingers, what’s the motion?”
bakugou rolls his lips in pondering, “big one at the start just to taste everythin’. then small licks on her clit. whatever gets her moanin’ loud.” he lazily flicks through selfies of you, “i curl my fingers inside her. brush against her insides.”
“and—,”
“this her.” bakugou thrusts his phone in his friends faces.
it’s a selfie you took yesterday on a boat in your striped bikini. the sun beams down on you beautifully, making you glow while the sea is bright blue behind you. you’re smiling, squinting slightly from the sun.
“don’t look too goddamn hard!” he barks once two heads duck closer to his phone.
“what’s her name? she’s gorgeous?”
“oh wow!”
bakugou doesn’t have a chance to answer when his phone is overcome from a phone call, showing your first name and last name.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” bakugou whips up from his seat, “she hasn’t called all day. i’m goin’ into your bedroom. don’t wait up for me.”
bakugou storms into kaminari’s bedroom, answering the phone in haste, “baby, finally. i’ve been waitin’ for you to call… no, i’m not drunk…. just a lil.”
once the bedroom door clicks shut, kirishima sighs, “i’m gonna get back on hinge… actually maybe ochako has some friends for me?”
“shit! i didn’t ask what he cooks yn! or what does he mean by curl?”
⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆when a villain’s quirk forces katsuki bakugo to spend twenty-four uninterrupted hours glued to your side, the two of you quickly realize that being unable to keep your hands off each other is only half the problem.
⧼ 🛍️ ⧽ ∿ pairings 。 ⸝⸝ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader 𓄲 genre ⨾ tropes 。 pro hero x pro hero, romance, friends to lovers, forced proximity, mature themes, explicit sexual scenes 𓏲 contains 。 ᵎᵎ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, language, mutual pining, smut, dirty talks, dry humping, fingering, unprotected piv sex, spooning, cowgirl, choking, slight degradation, pet names (baby, brat, slut) ꩜ ⋆.˚ word count 。 6.0k ꔛ
꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ this fic is based on this blurb ᵎᵎ i posted months ago which has been long overdo. . . oopsie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
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you woke up expecting your first mission of the day to end professionally with a quiet victory. your routine usually flowed with a seamless rhythm because you had spent years honing your quirks and your instincts. you took a certain pride in the fact that your missions tended to end successfully and remained relatively calm, at least from your perspective.
you did not consider yourself cocky, but there was a comforting predictability to the way you handled villains. you could usually predict a criminal's next move before they even thought of it, leaving you to wrap things up with a clean arrest and a polite nod to the authorities.
you imagined today would be no different, just another entry in your record of efficiency.
but boy were you wrong.
your day started that morning at tokyo’s largest shopping district. the air felt crisp and the streets were filled with the usual hum of commuters and tourists.
you were paired with katsuki for a team up mission targeting a group of high profile robbers. these villains had a penchant for the finer things, having spent the last few months raiding museums for historical paintings and priceless jewelry.
the objective was simple. apprehend the group, secure the stolen assets, and ensure no civilians were harmed.
for the first hour, the mission played out exactly as you had envisioned. you and katsuki moved like a well oiled machine, your quirk complementing his explosive one. you managed to corner the group in a side gallery, neutralizing the muscle while katsuki blasted the leaders into submission. the civilians were ushered to safety and the jewels were recovered in record time.
“took you long enough to wrap that one up, you slow ass,” katsuki barked, though there was no real heat in it.
"i had it under control, katsuki, you just wanted to blow things up," you replied, glancing back at him with a smirk.
the calm shattered during the final moments of the arrest.
one of the villains, a scrawny man with a desperate look in his eyes, lunged forward as you were securing a pair of handcuffs. he didn't aim for the jewels or the exit. he aimed for you.
katsuki saw the movement a split second before you did. he didn't hesitate, shoving you hard to the side and taking the hit directly to his chest. there was no explosion or flash of light, just a strange, shimmering ripple in the air that seemed to snap onto him.
you both stood there for a moment in total silence, blinking in confusion.
katsuki looked down at his chest, then back at the villain, his face twisting into a scowl. “what the fuck was that?!” he didn't feel anything unusual, and you assumed the attack had failed.
but as katsuki reached out to grab your arm to pull you away from the scene, the world seemed to tilt. the moment his fingers brushed your skin, there was a violent, audible clack, like two industrial magnets slamming together.
you were suddenly jerked backward, your back slamming into his chest with such force that the air left your lungs in a sharp wheeze.
“what the hell?! get off me!” katsuki roared, his voice echoing off the museum walls.
“you get off me!” you retorted as you tried to push away, planting your feet and leaning forward with all your strength.
“i am not staying stuck to you all day,” he snarled, his palms sparking. “i will blast this quirk right off of me!”
“don't you dare blast us into a wall,” you warned, though you were already feeling the dizzying proximity of him.
you managed to create a gap of maybe three inches before an invisible force yanked you back. you flew backward again, hitting him with a dull thud that made you groan.
that’s how you ended up here, talking to the authorities, finishing the mission by sharing all the intel you have gathered. you could physically feel the headache coming as you scolded yourself for your wishful thinking that today would be a good day because you were so wrong.
the very angry and very agitated katsuki bakugo who was literally stuck to you was living proof of that.
“that fucking bastard! get us out of this, you pathetic excuse of a villain!” he yelled at the villain who was cuffed being escorted away.
“katsuki, stop moving! you’ve already tried pulling away once and it didn’t work. what makes you think trying over and over again would be any different?” you snapped, though your voice was strained from the impact of his chest on your back from the constant forceful pulling.
“i am not moving, you damn brat!” he was screaming even louder now, his face inches from your ear. “i shouldn’t have agreed to do this low tiered mission.”
“you’re a hero! we did our job, get over yourself.” you knocked your head back to his, hitting him square in the forehead making him groan.
“fuck you.” katsuki growled at you from behind, biting onto a section of your hair from the back before tugging.
you rolled your eyes in anger before stomping on his foot. “stop acting like a child.”
“hit me again and i’ll throw the both of us into traffic.” katsuki threatened you.
you rolled your eyes as you turned your head back to look at the police officers who were still processing the scene. you tried to maintain your professional composure while katsuki was essentially glued to your spine.
he was leaning back with all his might, trying to keep his chest from pressing against your back, but it was a losing battle. every time he drifted a few inches away, the magnetic pull would snap him back into you with a forceful slam that pushed you forward, nearly making you trip over your own boots.
“for the love of god, i am just trying to finish the report,” you told the katsuki before turning back to the detective, ignoring the way katsuki was vibrating with rage behind you. “please ignore him and his temper tantrum.”
“shut your mouth!” katsuki yelled, his hands gripping your waist tightly, not to keep himself from slipping but because he physically can’t let go. “i am not having a temper tantrum, you're just annoying! and you!” he turned his head to glare at the captured villain who was already in police van. “you piece of shit! i am going to blow your limbs off one by one! do you hear me! i will blast you into the next century for this!”
“katsuki, shut up!” you yelled back, snapping your patience. “can’t you see i’m talking to the authorities! just stay still for five fucking minutes!”
he spat a curse, his breath hot against your neck. “do you want to be stuck here like this the entire day?! if i hadn't taken that hit for you, we wouldn't be in this mess! you're lucky i'm even touching you, you brat!”
the detective cleared his throat, looking between the two of you with a mixture of pity and amusement.
“from what we can see so far, all five of the villains captured today aren’t japanese citizens. this means their quirks are completely unregistered in our database.” the detective eyed his phone before meeting your eyes once more. “i have already informed the lab about you and dynamight’s situation. they will be analyzing the specific properties of the magnetic quirk. once we get the villains to custody, i will personally question the villain who hit you with the quirk and get more information on it.”
“for now,” the detective continued, “i will inform the hero commission that both of you are off duty. no missions, no patrols, and certainly no work at your respective agencies. you are physically incapacitated as a pair. i suggest you both go home and discuss where you will be staying. hopefully, the quirk effects will wear off on their own within twenty-four hours.”
“thank you, detective,” you said, giving a tired smile. “we appreciate the help.”
katsuki didn't thank anyone. he just growled, a low, dangerous sound in his throat, and glared at the detective as if the man had personally glued them together.
the ride back to katsuki's agency was a chaotic affair. once you arrived, you were greeted by mina and kirishima, who had been briefed on the situation. mina nearly collapsed in fits of laughter the moment she saw you two stuck together.
“oh my god!” mina squealed, pointing at you. “you guys are literally like a human sandwich! this is the most romantic thing i have ever seen in my entire professional career!”
“it is not romantic, you idiot!” katsuki screamed, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “get over here and help us get these damn costumes off before i explode this entire building!”
the process of changing into regular clothes was a nightmare of coordination and physical strain. because you couldn't be separated by more than a few inches, you had to change in separate rooms with people literally holding you back.
mina and two of katsuki's assistants gripped your arms and waist, anchoring you to a heavy bolted table in one room, while kirishima and another sidekick did the same for katsuki in the adjacent room.
it was a grueling exercise in willpower. every time you tried to slide a shirt over your head, the magnetic pull would tug at you, threatening to launch you through the concrete wall and right back into katsuki's chest.
you were sweating, your teeth gritted as you gripped the edges of the table, your knuckles white. i can't believe this is my life right now, you thought, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your temple. i expected a calm day, and now i'm being held back like a wild animal just so i can put on a t shirt.
rom the other side of the wall, you could hear kirishima grunting, his voice strained as he fought to keep katsuki in place.
“bakugo, man, listen,” kirishima gasped, sounding completely out of breath. “i think you should just go pee or do your business in the bathroom while we're still here. i don't think you'll be able to do that once you two are back home and stuck together. there won't be anyone to pry you off each other.”
“i will kill you!” katsuki's voice boomed, followed by the sound of a small explosion. “stop talking about my bladder, shitty hair! i can handle myself!”
“it sounds stupid, but kiri is right,” mina said to you, her voice shaking from the effort of holding you still. “you might want to consider it.”
you paused, the reality of the situation sinking in. you looked at the wall separating you from the most stubborn man in japan and sighed. “fine,” you called out. “take me to the bathroom.”
after another thirty minutes of torturous maneuvering, kirishima and mina drove the two of you to katsuki's penthouse.
the car ride was an exercise in sensory overload.
katsuki had claimed the back seat, spreading himself out with his back against the door. because of the magnetic pull, you were forced to sit with your back against his front, tucked between his legs.
you tried your best to focus on the scenery passing by the window, but it was impossible to ignore the loud, frantic thumping in your chest. your face felt hot, a deep blush creeping up your neck.
you could feel every inch of him. his chest was hard and defined, digging into your shoulder blades, and his hands were firmly glued to your waist. the heat radiating from him was intense, a constant, pulsing warmth that seemed to seep through your clothes and melt your resolve.
why is he so warm? you wondered, biting your lip. and why does he always smell this intoxicating.
kirishima and mina were kind enough to make sure the two of you were settled, ordering a massive amount of food and eating with you both in the penthouse before they had to leave for their own duties. they left you two alone in the silence of the luxury apartment, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.
the rest of the afternoon was spent in his bedroom, which had become a battleground for the remote control. you wanted to watch something light, something that would distract you from the fact that you were physically fused to your long time crush, but katsuki wanted to watch literally anything else.
“we are watching a rom com, katsuki,” you insisted, leaning back into him as you both sat on the bed. “come on, it will be fun. plus it'll calm you down.”
“i am not watching some garbage movie about people crying over flowers!” katsuki yelled, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “put on an action movie! something with explosions!”
“do you even need any more explosions when you are a already human bomb?” you countered, a playful smirk on your lips. “oooh! how about we watch mean girls? it's a classic.”
“i don't care if it's a damn classic! it's stupid!” he groaned, but he didn't fight you as hard as he usually would once you pressed play. he seemed exhausted by the day's events.
you wore him down with a combination of stubbornness and a few well placed pouts. eventually, he caved with a loud, dramatic sigh that sounded like he was conceding a war.
“fine! watch your stupid mean girls movie! just stop talking during it!”
you ended up lying on his bed with him (duh), the movie playing on a large screen in front of you. because of the way you were stuck, he was positioned behind you, his arms forced to wrap around your waist in a permanent spooning position. his chest was pressed firmly against your back. you could feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart matching your own.
“this is so stupid,” katsuki muttered, his voice low and husky right against your ear. “why are people so obsessed with who sits where at lunch? it's a school cafeteria. eat your fucking food and go.”
you chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of your bodies. “i don't know, katsuki, you tell me. i think you could definitely pass as a mean girl. you've got the attitude and the temper for it.”
he stiffened, his grip on your waist tightening. “what did you just say to me? i will blast you into orbit!”
you just laughed, feeling a surge of boldness. “admit it, you'd totally be the leader of the plastics. you'd just scream at everyone until they did what you wanted… which you already do. and you’re blond as well. it’s perfect casting!”
katsuki didn't yell back this time. instead, he let out a huff of air that felt like a kiss against your skin.
you weren't normally this chatty, but the proximity was making you reckless. you were desperately trying to distract yourself from the heat of his body. for hours, you had been glued together, and the friction was starting to create a feverish warmth between you. you could feel the slight dampness of his sweat against your back, the nitroglycerin scented moisture making your skin tingle.
i can't believe he hasn't blown us up yet, you thought, your heart racing.
you had carried a torch for katsuki since your second year at u.a. high. it had started as admiration for his drive and evolved into a deep, aching attraction that you had kept hidden behind jokes and professional courtesy. now, with your agencies located close to each other and your friendship deepening, the feelings had become an obsession.
you shifted your hips slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to ease the strain of being fused to him. as you settled further back, pushing your backside against him, you felt something hard and unmistakable pressing against the curve of your butt. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat. it was his cock, already thickening through the fabric of his sleep pants.
you felt his breath hitch. the fingers that had been awkwardly and tensely gripping your waist earlier were changing. he wasn't just holding on anymore. his fingertips began to move, subtly drawing slow, rhythmic shapes on your skin, tracing the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist. the touch was almost shy, which was completely unlike the man who had spent the morning screaming at police officers.
you moved a little bit more, trying to settle in further into the bed.
katsuki let out a long, shaky breath that fanned across the nape of your neck. you felt his fingers tighten on your waist, his grip almost bruising. “stop moving,” he growled, his voice a deep, guttural vibration that resonated through your entire spine.
you knew you should stop, but a spark of mischief flared in your chest.
you shifted again, a slow, deliberate grind of your hips that pressed you deeper into his hardness. you acted innocent, humming softly as if you were still just trying to get comfortable. “i'm just trying to get settled, kats, it's a bit cramped,” you whispered, though your voice held a teasing lilt.
he let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a snarl. you could feel him growing harder, the length of him stretching against you, hot and demanding. the heat between your bodies was becoming unbearable, a fever that blurred the lines of friendship.
“you're doing that on fucking purpose,” he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. “you like playing with fire, huh? you damn brat.”
“i don't know what you're talking about,” you replied, tilting your head back to look at him, your eyes dancing with challenge.
katsuki's restraint snapped. he shifted his weight, pushing his body more firmly onto yours, pinning you to the mattress. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory whisper. “you think you're so clever, don't you? teasing me when you know i can't even pull away from you.”
“katsuki,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
“you're just a little tease, begging for me to fucking lose it.” he muttered, his words laced with a slight edge of degradation that made your stomach flip.
“maybe i am,” you breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs.
“look at me,” he commanded, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his tongue as he grazed your collarbone. a low moan escaped your throat, and you felt him shudder against you.
you turned your neck, straining against the magnetic pull to face him. the moment your eyes met, he crashed his lips onto yours.
the kiss was explosive, tasting of desperation and years of suppressed longing. his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting of cinnamon and heat, sucking on your tongue with a hunger that left you lightheaded. you moaned into the kiss, your hands reaching back to tangle in his spiky blonde hair, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.
the kiss deepened, becoming wetter and more frantic. you could hear the sound of your saliva exchanging, a wet, shlicking noise that only fueled the fire in your gut. he shifted his weight, pinning you further into the mattress, his thighs sliding between yours. the friction of his trousers against your own was driving you insane.
“i can't... i can't stand this,” katsuki gasped, breaking the kiss to bite your earlobe. i want you. i want all of you.
“oh—please…” you arched your back, pressing your rear into his crotch. you could feel the hard, thick length of his cock straining against his pants, a rigid pillar of heat that was pulsing against you. you whimpered, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
he began to move, his hips grinding rhythmically into your backside as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. every thrust was heavy, his hardness rubbing against you through the clothes. you arched your back, grinding back into him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps of pleasure.
“k-katsuki,” you pleaded, not sure what you were begging for, but you were.
“god, you feel so good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough. “i've wanted to do this for so long, you stupid, beautiful idiot.”
katsuki struggled against the magnetic effect that was very much a nuisance as it was a push, his muscles straining as he fought the pull to lift his hand. he grunted with the effort, his face contorted, but he managed to slide his hand down between your legs. his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your underwear, finding the heat of your pussy.
“ha—! kats…” you squirmed at the sudden pressure.
“you're already wet,” he chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound. “look at you, soaking through your clothes for me.” he began to play with you, his fingers circling your clit through the cloth of your pants, sending jolts of electricity through your nerves.
you whined, your head tossing back against his shoulder. “katsuki, please,” you begged, your voice trembling.
he was impatient, the hunger in his eyes mirroring your own. he didn't want to waste another second with fabric between you. with a sudden, violent surge of strength, he gripped the waistband of your bottoms and tore them. the sound of fabric ripping filled the room, a sharp crack that made you gasp. he didn't stop there, his hands moving to your top, ripping the material away with a focused aggression, fighting the magnetic pull that tried to snap him back.
“be patient, damn it,” he growled like a hypocrite. he slid his hand down, his fingers diving into your wetness. you were already soaking, your juices coating his fingers as he slid them through your folds. he let out a low whistle, his voice thick with lust. “hah! not only are you a tease and impatient as fuck, you're also so fucking wet for me, aren't you?”
“yes, m’sorry… just please,” you breathed out, tilting your head back.
katsuki didn’t need to be told twice. he found your clit and began to rub it with a punishing intensity, his fingers sliding deep inside you. the sensation was overwhelming, the friction of his skin against your walls creating a wet, squelching sound that filled the silence.
“k-kats—hah…” you called out his name, your body squirming against his touch, your muscles clamping tight around his fingers.
“mmh?” he nipped lightly at your shoulder, his other hand moving up to cup your breast through your blouse, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it to a hard peak. “tell me this is wrong. tell me to stop.” his voice was a dark challenge.
you arched back into him instinctively, pushing your ass more firmly against his hardness. a low groan rumbled from his chest. “it doesn’t… f-feel wrong,” you managed, your own voice husky. “f-feels so good…”
katsuki was losing it as much as you were, he was just good at hiding it. he was breathing hard, his chest heaving. he gripped his own clothes, his muscles bulging as he fought the magnetic force one last time to rip his pants and underwear away. as soon as he was free, the magnet slammed his bare body back against yours with a heavy thud.
the feeling of his bare cock grinding against your bare behind was almost too much to bear. he was huge, hot, and leaking pre-cum that lubricated the space between you.
“sh-hiiiit…” you breathed, eyes rolling from the weight of his bare cock behind you.
“yeah?” he cut in ruthlessly, his hand squeezing your breast, his hips grinding again in a rhythm that was becoming unmistakable. “found the opportunity and started grinding your ass into me like this,” he rocked against you, the friction deliciously maddening. “you’re such a fucking tease. always been f’me, huh? you get everything little thing you want, don’t ya?”
“ngh, no m’not—” you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder. “you’re the one… who’s being a tease. katsuki, please…”
“hm? what’s wrong?” he taunted softly, biting your earlobe. “please what, baby? tell me. what happened to your damn confidence now, huh?” his long fingers curled deeper inside you, the slick wet on his fingers.
“oh—mmh, yeah… just like that, k-kats,” you gasped, bucking against his touch.
“you hear yourself?” he fucked you harder with his finger before adding another, his thumb finding your and rubbing in tight circles. you cried out, your hand struggling against the magnet as it flew back to clutch at his thigh. “so fucking wet and loud—mmm’fuuuck.”
katsuki was grinding against you relentlessly now, his cock hard and demanding against your ass, his fingers working magic through your slit. the friction between you was building a frantic heat low in your belly. your breath came in ragged pants that matched his own.
“w-want it— shiiit. katsuki, please. i want you inside me. want you so bad,” you begged again, the thought of him fragmented by pleasure.
“god fucking dammit, you beg so pretty f’me,” he growled, his voice guttural with need. he pressed his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “been wanting this for so long.” he pulled his soaked fingers out of your pussy making you whine at the emptiness. he didn't need to be told twice. he positioned himself, the head of his cock probing the entrance of your heat. he pushed forward slowly. “fuuuuck… you feel good,” a low growl ripping from his throat as your tight walls gripped him.
you whined, the feeling of him filling you up stretching you to your limit. he was thick, far thicker than you had imagined, and the sensation of him sliding deep into your cervix made your toes curl. you arched violently, a loud moan tearing from your throat as pleasure spiked through you. “oh god! katsuki!”
katsuki began to move, his thrusts rhythmic and powerful. because of the magnetic bond, he couldn't pull away completely, which meant every thrust was deep, hitting your most sensitive spots with punishing accuracy. the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic squelching noise as his cock slid in and out of your drenched pussy.
shlick, squelch, shlick.
“that’s it, baby,” katsuki purred against your skin, his fingers kept pressure on your clit, circling it around while his hips never stopped moving “take it. take what you’ve always wanted from me.”
“fuck yeah. yeah, right there…” you were full on begging and purring now as you moved your hips meeting his thrust, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. you could feel the sweat from his chest dripping onto your back, mixing with the fluids of your union. he was panting, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against your ear.
“look at you—fuck. made for me”, he groaned, his voice breaking. i'm going to ruin you. he increased the pace, his movements becoming more overzealous. in his desperation to get deeper, his cock slipped out of you for a fraction of a second, only to slam back in with a wet thud that made you cry out. the sound of air being pushed out of your pussy created a loud, popping noise that only made him more aggressive.
“m’don’t think… gonna last looong—oh! yes, fuck! harder, katsuki!”
“come on then,” katsuki commanded, his voice rough with strain. he bit down on your shoulder blade. “cum for me. show me how good it feels when i finally touch you like this.” he curled his fingers harder, pressed his thumb down fiercely. “let go for me, you slut. let me feel you cum around me.”
he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks that you knew you would cherish tomorrow. he was hammering into you now, his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air.
you felt your orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat that started in your toes and surged upward. “katsuki!” you screamed, your muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent contractions.
“fuck, i’m close,” he growled against your skin, his hips bucking up, driving his cock impossibly deeper where your bodies joined.
the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him was the final straw. “god fucking damn it! mgghfuuuck…” he let out a roar, his body stiffening as he shot his seed deep inside you. you could feel the hot, thick spurts of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up until you felt like you were overflowing. he groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from the peak.
katsuki breathed heavily, his heart racing. he suddenly gripped your waist. “turn around,” he commanded. “face me.”
“i can't, kats, the magnet,” you panted from your orgasm, trying to shift.
“fight it,” he growled, his voice regaining its dominant edge. “i want to see your face when i fuck you again. fight the damn thing.”
that was all the motivation you needed. you both gritted your teeth, straining against the invisible force. you pushed away from him, your muscles screaming, and with his help, you managed to swivel. for a second, you were almost face to face, before the magnet snapped you both back together with a loud groan, your bodies slamming into each other.
he didn't let you settle. he strained his muscle against the pull and manhandled you, flipping you over so you were on properly top of him. he gripped your hips, pulling you down as he entered you again.
you looked down at him, your eyes locking with his vermillion ones, the intimacy of the gaze making the pleasure of him inside you feel ten times more intense. “katsuki, baby.”
“that's it,” he whispered, his hands digging into your ass. “take it all.”
you tried your best to ride him, your breasts bouncing, your breath coming in ragged whines. he reached up, pulling you down, your lips meeting his. it was messy, your tongues dancing in a feverish rhythm, the taste of salt and desire filling your mouths. eventually, you collapsed onto his chest unable to fight the pull of the magnet, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. he took over, doing all the work, lifting his hips to drive deep into you.
“ngghh—oh, fuck,” you whined, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your skin slick with sweat. “please, katsuki, harder,” you begged.
“shut up and take what i give you, brat,” katsuki replied, though his voice was thick with affection. he began to fuck you with a renewed aggression, the sounds of your bodies interacting becoming more visceral.
the squelching of your joined heat and the heavy thud of his chest against yours created a symphony of lust. he gripped the back of you neck, lightly squeezing, the sensation that only pushed you further over the edge, making you clench tighter around him.
“m’gonna cum again… baby, pleeeease—oh, make me cum,” you choked out a moan, your body tightening as you felt another orgasm building.
“fucking hell, baby, ya gonna milk me dry, huh?” he snarled, bucking his hips up, his hands clamping onto your ass. “yeah? just like that. scream like that. let everyone in the building hear you scream through the fucking walls.”
you moaned loudly, your body still trembling from your orgasm as he began to move inside you again. “agh! f-fuck—kats… m’cuming” you threw your head back.
“cum with me,” he commanded. “fuck, do it now.”
you screamed as you peaked, your internal muscles squeezing him tightly. katsuki let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he came deep inside you, his release filling you again with warmth.
the room fell silent, the only sound being your labored breathing. you stayed in that position for a long time, the sweat cooling on your skin. for a long time, neither of you spoke. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat and fluids, the scent of sex and nitroglycerin filling the room.
“does mean you actually like me? or do you just let anyone fuck you?” you broke the silence, your voice clearly teasing and mischievous to get under his skin.
katsuki scoffed, though he didn't move his arm from around you (not that he can). “tch. whatever the hell that means. i don’t even like when other people breathe close to me. what else would this nonsense mean?”
“is that your way of being romantic? because calling what we just did just now ‘nonsense’ is a bit low… even from you,” you teased.
“shut up,” he muttered, his ears turning a bright shade of red. “… listen, tomorrow… or whenever the fuck. after this damn quirk wears off. you're going out to dinner with me.”
“wait, as in a date?” you snapped your head up from his neck to look at him only for the stupid magnet to slam you back down his chest with a thud.
“stop fucking moving—and it's not a big deal,” katsuki snapped, holding you tighter almost subconsciously. “i just don't want you starving to death because you're too clumsy to feed yourself. just say yes, damn it.”
you giggled, kissing his chest. “yes, katsuki. i'd love to go on a date with you.”
“stop pushing it!”
after a couple more yells from katsuki, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, the magnetic effects of the villains quirk finally feeling like something you wanted to keep.
the next morning, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the silence.
katsuki groaned, his eyes fluttering open. you stirred on his chest, your face nuzzling into his neck, half-asleep and warm. he reached out with one hand to pick up the phone, his other arm cradling the back of your head. as he moved, he paused.
he felt his hand slide away from you without any resistance. there was no pull, no snap, no invisible force. he moved his arm further, realizing that the magnetic effect had worn out.
“what?!” he barked into the phone.
it was the detective from the previous day. the man's voice was professional but held a hint of amusement.
he informed katsuki that they had finally identified the specific nature of the villain's quirk.
“upon further investigations and quirk research through quick blood samples, we received word back from the lab. the villain confirmed it himself not long after. his quirk allows him to make someone he hits with the magnet physically stuck to the person they desire the most. after the questioning, we were told that the effects should wear off after a day, so the two of you should be good by now.”
katsuki froze, the phone still pressed to his ear. physically stuck to the person they desire the most.
you, who had been now awake and listening, began to snicker against his skin. you looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “you know, katsuki, you didn't really have to take the hit for me after all.” you whispered, “if the quirk works that way, we would have ended up stuck together regardless of who got hit.”
katsuki stared at the ceiling, his face flushing a deep crimson. he slowly hung up the phone and pulled you closer, his grip firm. “whatever,” he muttered, though he couldn't hide the small, satisfied smile on his lips. “just shut up and go back to sleep, brat.”
