You sink back onto the mattress, the sheetās cool against your heated skin. Your legs come up, wide and open, hands gripping the backs of your thighs to hold yourself open for him. The sight is obscene āthe mess he made earlier still glistening on your skin, slick and wet, proof of exactly how thoroughly he's already had you.
"Like this?" you ask, voice soft but steady.
Katsuki's breath catches audibly. He sits at the edge of the bed, his eyes trail down your body with excruciating slowness. Over the curve of your breasts, the rise and fall of your stomach, the way your thighs tremble slightly from the strain of holding yourself open.
He takes his bottom lip between his teeth. Bites down.
"Yeah," he finally says, voice rough. His free hand comes up, fingers brushing your ankle before trailing up your shin, your knee, stopping at the inside of your thigh. His thumb traces a slow circle against the sensitive skin there.
"Just like that."
He leans forward, lowering himself until his forearms bracket your hips. His lips press against the inside of your thigh āa kiss, soft and deliberate. Then another, higher.
His breath is warm against your slick skin.
"Keep 'em open for me, pretty girl."
Your breath catches, anticipation coiling tight in your belly as his lips hover so close.
"Before you start-" The words tumble out, rushed and uncertain. "cācan I record you?"
Your cheeks burn. You feel the heat creeping up your neck, spreading across your chest. His mouth is right there, inches from your heat, and you're fumbling over your own boldness.
"You can say no- that wasā"
You trail off, suddenly feeling foolish. Katsuki pulls back just enough to look at you. His brow is furrowed, but not in annoyance āmore like he's trying to recalibrate. His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek as he processes.
"Record me?" He blinks. Then something shifts in his expressionāa slow crack in that focused mask, the corner of his mouth twitching. "You wanna watch it later or somethin'?"
His thumb traces absent patterns on your inner thigh, and his voice comes out quieter, rougher.
ā'S that what gets you off? Watchin' me?ā
Your cheeks burn as you look away, the words stumbling out in a rush like when you asked you werenāt even aware of what you were actually asking until he repeated it
"āYou don't have to āI'm sorry."
The silence that follows is heavy, and you're about to tell him to forget it entirely when his hand catches your chin, gently turning your face back toward him.
"Hey."
Katsuki's voice is quiet. No edge to it. His thumb traces your jaw, and when you meet his eyes, there's none of the heat from a moment ago -just that focused intensity he gets when he's really seeing you.
"Nothin' to be sorry for." He says it like it's obvious. "You wanna keep a piece of me for when I'm gone?"
His thumb brushes your lower lip. A slow motion. "Then yeah. Record it. Record whatever you want." A pause. His voice drops, rough at the edges. "S not weird. 'S sweet. In a real fuckin' sexy way."
He leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead. Stays there for a breath.
'Sides," he says against your skin, "gives me somethin' to think about when I'm out there, knowin' you're home watchin' me takin' care of you."
He pulls back, reaching for your phone on the nightstand.
Holds it out to you.
"Go ahead. Set it up wherever you want."
You reach down, grabbing the phone and adjusting it until it's propped against your breasts, angled perfectly to capture his face hovering. The frame catches everything āhis disheveled blonde hair, those red eyes dark with want, the way his lips part as he looks at you.
You hit record. The timer starts.
š“
Katsuki's gaze flicks to the phone for half a second, then back to your face. A slow grin spreads across his lips ānot mocking, but appreciative. Like he's enjoying the audience of it.
"Good girl."
He lowers his head without breaking eye contact. His tongue drags flat and warm through your folds, from bottom to top, a slow taste that makes your hips jump. He hums against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine.
"Mm. Better than I remembered."
His eyes flutter shut as he goes in again, tongue circling your clit with focused precision. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he settles in like a man with nowhere else to be.
You whimper his name āKatsukiā the sound pulled from somewhere deep as your eyes flick to the phone screen.
The angle catches everything. The spread of your thighs. The glisten of your skin. And him. His blonde head between your legs, tongue flicking against your clit in quick strokes. The sight makes your breath hitch.
You watch him through the screen eating you out, and it's almost too much. The way his tongue catches your clit with each pass. The way his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, keeping you split open for him. How focused he is. How utterly devoted.
He glances up and catches you watching through the phone. His eyes hold yours through the lens, and he doesn't stop. Doesn't slow. His tongue drags slower, flatter, a deliberate show of it, before his lips close around your clit and he sucks.
A muffled moan escapes you.
His eyes never leave the camera.
"Mmm, fuckā" the sound slips out before you can stop it, raw and completely unguarded.
"d-don't look at me like that" The words come out weaker than you intend, cheeks burning, yet you never look away. Your eyes stay fixed on the screen āon him, on the way those sharp red eyes seem to see straight through you.
Itās the intensity of his gaze that gets to you most. The confidence. The way he holds your attention like he already knows you canāt break away.
He holds your gaze through the camera ātongue pressing harder, circling faster, his nose nudging your clit with each pass. One of his hands leaves your thigh, and you see two fingers disappear into his mouth on screen, wetting them before they slide down to press against your entrance.
He pushes in without breaking rhythm. Two fingers, slow and deliberate. Pushing until theyāre all the way in. His eyes stay fixed on the lens, biting his lip at the way you grip his fingers.
A half whimper, half his name sound leaves your lips as your hips rock against his mouth involuntarily. The phone trembles against your breasts, but one of your hands holds the angle capturing everything.
Katsuki's lips curve into a smile against your clit. Smug. Like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.
Your breath comes in sharp, ragged pants, each exhale a shaky testament to how good he's working you over. The phone screen shows it all his fingers pumping slowly, rhythmically, glistening with your slick with every stroke in and out. You can see how wet you are for him. How thoroughly he's taken you apart.
Katsuki's eyes flick up to the camera again. His tongue curls around your clit, presses flat, and he moans against you āa low, satisfied sound that vibrates through your whole body.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, drags them up through your folds, thereās a trail of your arousal connecting you two āfuck!ā he taps his fingers against your mess causing your arousal to splatter all over. You watch on the screen as he sucks them clean, eyes never leaving the lens. A show. For you.
He speaks against your thigh, voice rough "taste good, pretty girl. Could do this all night." He lowers his head again, but this time his tongue traces a slow, teasing number 8 around your pussy.
Drawing it out. Making you wait.
"m'so turned on, baby āmouth's so damn good."
You arch into him, hips lifting off the mattress, chasing the pressure you know he's withholding. Your hand comes down, tangling in his hair, gripping the blonde spikes as you try to guide him back where you need him.
He lets you. For a moment.
His tongue finally makes contact -flat and warm against your clit -and the sound you make is almost embarrassing. He laps at you slowly, deliberately, dragging each pass out until youāre almost trembling. His fingers find your entrance again, sliding in without resistance, curling into that spot that makes you ridiculously wetter.
Through the screen, you watch his mouth work you.
Watch your own body respond. You feel your juices running everywhere. It's dizzying.
Katsuki pulls back just enough to speak, lips brushing against your slick skin. "Keep them pretty eyes on that screen. Wanna watch yourself come for me."
"fuuckkk yessss-" your voice pitches high, almost a squeak, as you babble through the haze of pleasure. Each word comes between desperate pants.
"Want-" A sharp inhale. "Your tongue-"
Another gasp as his fingers curl inside you.
"Inside."
The request tumbles out broken and raw, and you feel him pause against you. His eyes flick up to the screen, meeting yours through the lens. A beat of stillness.
Then he pulls his mouth away entirely causing you to whimper at the loss, but before you can protest, you watch on the phone as his tongue extends and presses flat against your entrance.
He looks at the camera. At you. Then pushes inside.
The sensation is wet and warm and almost foreign in the best way, his tongue curling and exploring, tasting you from the inside. His nose presses against your clit as he buries himself deeper, muffling a groan that vibrates through your core.
His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles while his tongue works you open from within.
Your hand claps over your mouth, muffling the sounds that threaten to spill out as your hips roll to meet his tongue. Your other hand tangles in his spikes, pulling him deeper, holding him there as he works you open from the inside.
Through the phone screen, you watch it all āthe way your hips rock against his face, the way his nose is buried against your clit, the way his eyes are half-lidded and focused on the task at hand.
He moans against you, the vibration travelling through your core, and your back arches off the bed, a broken sound escaping despite your hand. His tongue curls, presses deeper, and his fingers on your clit never stop their relentless circles.
The pressure builds, coiling tight in your belly, your thighs trembling around his head. You grip his hair harder, grinding against his mouth-
And then his free hand comes up, pulling your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers. His eyes find the camera. Find you.
"Come for me," he says against your skin, voice muffled but clear. "Wanna see it. Wanna hear it."
With trembling fingers too zoom in closer ācapturing the exact moment his tongue dips inside you again, the way your slick coats his lips, the focused furrow of his brow.
The detail is obscene.
He bobs his head with his tongue firm literally fucking you with it āyouāre almost teary eyed seeing your wetness glistening on his tongue. Threads of your juices keep extending from his lips and chin when he pulls up. Itās borderline maddening.
"Mm-god. You eat me so good. So good. So good."
Your voice pitches higher with each repetition, hips rocking against his face in a desperate rhythm. The coil in your belly draws tight, electric and inevitable.
"Fuck, I'm gonnaā"
The words cut off as the orgasm slams into you, sudden and overwhelming. Your back arches off the bed, a broken cry escaping your throat as your thighs clamp around his head. Through the phone screen, you watch yourself come undone. You watch his tongue still working inside you, his fingers never stopping their circles on your clit, his eyes fixed on the camera as he drinks down every pulse of your release.
He doesn't stop until your hips stop bucking. Until you're limp and trembling, chest heaving, the phone slipping from your grasp to land on the sheets beside you.
He crawls up your body, face slick, lips swollen. Presses a kiss to your collarbone. Then your jaw. Then your cheek.
"Fuckin' beautiful," he says against your skin, voice wrecked. "Gotta watch that back later. Gonna make me hard just seein' it." His mouth follows right after āletting you taste yourself. His cock hot and leaky with pre pressing against your side and waiting for you.
cw: super explicit content, nsfw, slight daddy kink, mdni
an: I'm not doing this in order im too high. but once i have all three scenes posted i'll put them together
synop: katsuki works in the hospital across from your job as chief of security. he's brought you on a few dates but has never slept with you. Tonight's the night
scene 3/3: bedroom
You don't have to say a word. He reads the invitation in your eyes, in the way your thighs fall open, in the wet gleam of the lamp light across your skin.
He crawls up the bed.
Slow.
Deliberate.
The mattress dips with each movement as he positions himself between your legs. His rough, strong hands slide under your thighs, lifting them, spreading them open. He pins them back against your shoulders āfolded, exposed, completely at his mercy.
He towers over you.
The sight of him like this ābroad shoulders blocking the lamp light, red eyes burning down at you, muscles corded and glistening makes your toes curl. Your breath catches.
You feel small beneath him.
Wanted.
He looks at you like you're a problem he's dying to solve. His gaze drags from your face down the length of your body, taking in the way you're folded open for him, the way your chest rises and falls in anticipation.
"Look at you," he says. Voice low. Rough.
He shifts his weight, the head of his cock pressing against your slick entrance -just barely. A tease. A question.
The thought barely forms before your body betrays you āa reflexive clench around nothing, a desperate flutter that leaves you aching and empty. Your hips buck, chasing friction that isn't there, seeking him with a need that borders on embarrassing.
A small, frustrated sound escapes your throat.
He notices.
His gaze drops to where you're clenching, watching the way your body searches for him, the way your hips roll upward against his shaft in a silent plea. A muscle in his jaw ticks.
"So eager," he says, but there's no mockery in it. Just wonder. Like he can't quite believe you want him this badly. "Can't wait a second, can you?"
You shake your head. No games. No pride. Just the raw truth of it.
His cock nudges against you again-that same teasing pressure at your entrance, not pushing in, just... resting there. Letting you feel what you're missing.
"Then take it," he says. "Take what you wā"
You don't give him a chance to finish.
Your hips roll up to meet him, pulling him in, swallowing the head of his cock into your slick, cum-soaked heat. The angle catches him off guardāhis jaw falls slack, his eyes dropping to where he's disappearing inside you.
"Fuck!" the word punches out of him.
He watches himself slip into you, watches the way your body yields around him, glistening, wet and full of him already. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he sinks deeper.
The sound that leaves your mouth is sinful.
A low, throaty moan that curls through the lamplight, your head pressing back into the mattress as he fills you inch by inch.
The stretch.
The heat.
The way your body remembers him from earlier and opens wider, pulls him deeper.
He bottoms out.
Still.
For just a moment, he stays buried, chest heaving, red eyes fixed on the place where your bodies meet.
"Look at that," he breathes "Fuckin' look at that."
You do as you're told.
Your eyes fall to where you're joined, and the sight hits you like a physical blow. Messy. Glistening.
Your arousal mixed with his spend, coating his skin, your thighs, slick and obscene in the warm lamplight. The way your body stretches around him, pink and swollen, gripping him like it never wants to let go.
The sound is pornographic.
A wet, rhythmic squelch as he shifts inside you, the catch of your breath, the low, broken groan that rumbles from his chest. It fills the room and bounces off the walls.
"Look what you do to me."
His hips pull back āslow, letting you watch every inch of him drag out of you, coated and shiny before pushing back in just as deliberate.
Your body welcomes him. Clenches around him. A fresh pulse of warmth escapes where he stretches you. Your head falls back. A moan escapes you āraw, unfiltered.
You can't help it. Can't hold back the sound he pulls from you.
He watches. Takes it in. His pace stays deep and unhurried, like he's savoring the sight of himself disappearing into you over and over again.
You're at his mercy, and he knows it.
"Oh god āDaddy"
The words tumble out of your mouth before you can catch them āslip past your lips like they had a mind of their own, pulled from somewhere deep and unguarded.
His eyes snap to yours. Wide. Caught off guard. A flicker of something raw and surprised crossing his features before his control shatters.
He twitches inside you. A reflexive, involuntary pulse that you feel all the way through your core. His breath stutters. His hips shift, adjusting his weight, and the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room
āa sharp, wet slap as he drives deeper without meaning to.
"Fuck!"
The word punches out of him. He's frozen above you now, chest heaving, red eyes searching yours like he's trying to piece together what just happened. His jaw works.
"Where the hell did that come from?" but his voice is wrecked. And he's still hard inside you. Still twitching. Still wanting.
"Iā"
The word catches in your throat as he does it again. That same shift of weight, that same sharp roll of his hips āskin meeting skin in a wet, resounding slap that echoes off the bedroom walls.
Your mouth falls open. A breathless cry escapes you, half gasp, half moan, as he drives into you at that new angle. Deeper. Fuller. Like he's reaching places he hasn't touched before.
His jaw is tight. His red eyes bore into yours, searching, testing, watching your reaction with focus. He does it again. The same motion.Ā
"Oh"
The word escapes you on a shuddering exhale as he repeats that devastating angle. Then, broken, torn from somewhere deep you didn't know existed:
"Daddy!"
His whole body goes rigid above you. For a heartbeat, nothing. Then a sound tears from his chest-low and wrecked, half groan, half confession-and his hips drive into you with renewed intensity. The rhythm turns punishing. Each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of skin, the wet sound of him buried inside you.
"Yeah," he grits out, voice wrecked. "There it is. That word āthat fuckin' sound."
His pace doesn't let up.
"You," he grits out, voice frayed at the edges, "been drivin' me fuckin' crazy since the moment I laid eyes on you."
His hand slides up your stomach, your chest, wrapping loosely around your throat-not squeezing, just there. A grounding weight.
"Standin' outside that noodle bar. Walkin' past my apartment in those little skirts. Bitin' your lip when you think I'm not lookin'" He swallows. His pace stutters.
"You knew exactly what you were doin', didn't you?"
His hips roll deeper, slower, like he's savoring the confession.Ā
"Wondered what it'd be like," he admits, voice raw. "Gettin' you like this. Folded open. Takin' everything I give you." His eyes search yours.
"It's better than I imagined. And I got a good imagination."
Embarrassment floods through you. Hot and pricklingāat the state he's reduced you to. Messy. Slick thighs. His spend leaking from you with every thrust. Sounds falling out of your mouth you can't control.
You clench around him involuntarily. A reflexive, desperate squeeze that makes you gasp.
His hand tightens around your throat. Not cutting off air-just a firm, but with enough pressure that sends a thrill down your spine. His eyes lock onto yours as he shifts, grabbing both your legs and hooking them over his left shoulder.Ā
The new angle folds you in half, your hips tilted up, completely open to him.
"You keepā" he pants, his pace faltering as your walls flutter around him, "squeezin' like thatāan' T'Il
Words fail him. He drives into you instead, his palm pressing against your thigh, spreading you wider, forcing you to take every inch. His head drops forward, forehead nearly touching yours, breath ragged and hot against your lips.
The vein in his neck pulses.
Your eyes flutter closed. You let go ālet the feeling take over, let your body surrender to the weight of him above you, inside you, all around you.
The embarrassment fades. The mess, the sounds, the way he's got you folded open and dripping-none of it matters. All that matters is the way he fills you, the way his breath hitches when you clench around him, the way his hand stays firm on your throat.
"That's it," he breathes. His voice is wrecked.
His hips find a rhythm-deep, relentless, chasing something neither of you can name. You let him take it. Let your body respond on instinct gripping him with every pulse of your walls.
He groans above you. You feel it travel through his chest, down his arms, into the place where your bodies meet.
"Look at me," he says. It's almost a plea.
You force your eyes open. His red gaze is waiting, burning into yours from inches away.
"There you are." His voice breaks on the words. "There fuckin' you are." He holds your gaze as he drives into you, as the coil in your belly tightens to the breaking point, as the world narrows to the space between his eyes and yours.
Your head falls back. The motion bares your throat to him, arches your spine, presses your chest up against the open air. You let go-every wall, every reservation, every scrap of self-consciousness melting away in the heat of his body against yours.
Your hands find the sheets, gripping white-knuckled as he drives into you. Your body opens for him, accepts him, welcomes him with every pulse of your walls. The sounds you make are raw-unfiltered
āspilling from your lips without thought or shame.
"Katsuki!"
His name breaks on your lips like a prayer. Your hips rise to meet him, chasing the friction, chasing the edge that's building low and hot in your belly.
He watches you come undone beneath him. His grip on your thigh tightens, his thrusts turning desperate, losing their rhythm as he chases his own release.
"Fuck-Y/N āI'm-"
His voice cracks. His forehead drops to your shoulder.
You break under him.
Your body surrenders completely āevery muscle loosening, every thought scattering like dust as he bottoms out inside you. His weight presses you into the mattress, claiming you as he grunts against your shoulder.
Two more strokes. Deep. Measured. Each one driving him impossibly further into you.
Then he shatters.
A long string of curses tears from his throat āfuck, shit, āYNā his voice cracking on your name as he spills hot and deep inside you. His hips stutter, pressing flush against you as he rides out the pulse of his release. You feel every twitch, every warm rush filling you, marking you from the inside.
cw: super explicit content, nsfw, slight daddy kink, mdni
an: I'm not doing this in order im too high. but once i have all three scenes posted i'll put them together
synop: katsuki works in the hospital across from your job as chief of security. he's brought you on a few dates but has never slept with you. Tonight's the night
scene 3/3: bedroom
You don't have to say a word. He reads the invitation in your eyes, in the way your thighs fall open, in the wet gleam of the lamp light across your skin.
He crawls up the bed.
Slow.
Deliberate.
The mattress dips with each movement as he positions himself between your legs. His rough, strong hands slide under your thighs, lifting them, spreading them open. He pins them back against your shoulders āfolded, exposed, completely at his mercy.
He towers over you.
The sight of him like this ābroad shoulders blocking the lamp light, red eyes burning down at you, muscles corded and glistening makes your toes curl. Your breath catches.
You feel small beneath him.
Wanted.
He looks at you like you're a problem he's dying to solve. His gaze drags from your face down the length of your body, taking in the way you're folded open for him, the way your chest rises and falls in anticipation.
"Look at you," he says. Voice low. Rough.
He shifts his weight, the head of his cock pressing against your slick entrance -just barely. A tease. A question.
The thought barely forms before your body betrays you āa reflexive clench around nothing, a desperate flutter that leaves you aching and empty. Your hips buck, chasing friction that isn't there, seeking him with a need that borders on embarrassing.
A small, frustrated sound escapes your throat.
He notices.
His gaze drops to where you're clenching, watching the way your body searches for him, the way your hips roll upward against his shaft in a silent plea. A muscle in his jaw ticks.
"So eager," he says, but there's no mockery in it. Just wonder. Like he can't quite believe you want him this badly. "Can't wait a second, can you?"
You shake your head. No games. No pride. Just the raw truth of it.
His cock nudges against you again-that same teasing pressure at your entrance, not pushing in, just... resting there. Letting you feel what you're missing.
"Then take it," he says. "Take what you wā"
You don't give him a chance to finish.
Your hips roll up to meet him, pulling him in, swallowing the head of his cock into your slick, cum-soaked heat. The angle catches him off guardāhis jaw falls slack, his eyes dropping to where he's disappearing inside you.
"Fuck!" the word punches out of him.
He watches himself slip into you, watches the way your body yields around him, glistening, wet and full of him already. His hands tighten on your thighs, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he sinks deeper.
The sound that leaves your mouth is sinful.
A low, throaty moan that curls through the lamplight, your head pressing back into the mattress as he fills you inch by inch.
The stretch.
The heat.
The way your body remembers him from earlier and opens wider, pulls him deeper.
He bottoms out.
Still.
For just a moment, he stays buried, chest heaving, red eyes fixed on the place where your bodies meet.
"Look at that," he breathes "Fuckin' look at that."
You do as you're told.
Your eyes fall to where you're joined, and the sight hits you like a physical blow. Messy. Glistening.
Your arousal mixed with his spend, coating his skin, your thighs, slick and obscene in the warm lamplight. The way your body stretches around him, pink and swollen, gripping him like it never wants to let go.
The sound is pornographic.
A wet, rhythmic squelch as he shifts inside you, the catch of your breath, the low, broken groan that rumbles from his chest. It fills the room and bounces off the walls.
"Look what you do to me."
His hips pull back āslow, letting you watch every inch of him drag out of you, coated and shiny before pushing back in just as deliberate.
Your body welcomes him. Clenches around him. A fresh pulse of warmth escapes where he stretches you. Your head falls back. A moan escapes you āraw, unfiltered.
You can't help it. Can't hold back the sound he pulls from you.
He watches. Takes it in. His pace stays deep and unhurried, like he's savoring the sight of himself disappearing into you over and over again.
You're at his mercy, and he knows it.
"Oh god āDaddy"
The words tumble out of your mouth before you can catch them āslip past your lips like they had a mind of their own, pulled from somewhere deep and unguarded.
His eyes snap to yours. Wide. Caught off guard. A flicker of something raw and surprised crossing his features before his control shatters.
He twitches inside you. A reflexive, involuntary pulse that you feel all the way through your core. His breath stutters. His hips shift, adjusting his weight, and the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room
āa sharp, wet slap as he drives deeper without meaning to.
"Fuck!"
The word punches out of him. He's frozen above you now, chest heaving, red eyes searching yours like he's trying to piece together what just happened. His jaw works.
"Where the hell did that come from?" but his voice is wrecked. And he's still hard inside you. Still twitching. Still wanting.
"Iā"
The word catches in your throat as he does it again. That same shift of weight, that same sharp roll of his hips āskin meeting skin in a wet, resounding slap that echoes off the bedroom walls.
Your mouth falls open. A breathless cry escapes you, half gasp, half moan, as he drives into you at that new angle. Deeper. Fuller. Like he's reaching places he hasn't touched before.
His jaw is tight. His red eyes bore into yours, searching, testing, watching your reaction with focus. He does it again. The same motion.Ā
"Oh"
The word escapes you on a shuddering exhale as he repeats that devastating angle. Then, broken, torn from somewhere deep you didn't know existed:
"Daddy!"
His whole body goes rigid above you. For a heartbeat, nothing. Then a sound tears from his chest-low and wrecked, half groan, half confession-and his hips drive into you with renewed intensity. The rhythm turns punishing. Each thrust punctuated by the sharp slap of skin, the wet sound of him buried inside you.
"Yeah," he grits out, voice wrecked. "There it is. That word āthat fuckin' sound."
His pace doesn't let up.
"You," he grits out, voice frayed at the edges, "been drivin' me fuckin' crazy since the moment I laid eyes on you."
His hand slides up your stomach, your chest, wrapping loosely around your throat-not squeezing, just there. A grounding weight.
"Standin' outside that noodle bar. Walkin' past my apartment in those little skirts. Bitin' your lip when you think I'm not lookin'" He swallows. His pace stutters.
"You knew exactly what you were doin', didn't you?"
His hips roll deeper, slower, like he's savoring the confession.Ā
"Wondered what it'd be like," he admits, voice raw. "Gettin' you like this. Folded open. Takin' everything I give you." His eyes search yours.
"It's better than I imagined. And I got a good imagination."
Embarrassment floods through you. Hot and pricklingāat the state he's reduced you to. Messy. Slick thighs. His spend leaking from you with every thrust. Sounds falling out of your mouth you can't control.
You clench around him involuntarily. A reflexive, desperate squeeze that makes you gasp.
His hand tightens around your throat. Not cutting off air-just a firm, but with enough pressure that sends a thrill down your spine. His eyes lock onto yours as he shifts, grabbing both your legs and hooking them over his left shoulder.Ā
The new angle folds you in half, your hips tilted up, completely open to him.
"You keepā" he pants, his pace faltering as your walls flutter around him, "squeezin' like thatāan' T'Il
Words fail him. He drives into you instead, his palm pressing against your thigh, spreading you wider, forcing you to take every inch. His head drops forward, forehead nearly touching yours, breath ragged and hot against your lips.
The vein in his neck pulses.
Your eyes flutter closed. You let go ālet the feeling take over, let your body surrender to the weight of him above you, inside you, all around you.
The embarrassment fades. The mess, the sounds, the way he's got you folded open and dripping-none of it matters. All that matters is the way he fills you, the way his breath hitches when you clench around him, the way his hand stays firm on your throat.
"That's it," he breathes. His voice is wrecked.
His hips find a rhythm-deep, relentless, chasing something neither of you can name. You let him take it. Let your body respond on instinct gripping him with every pulse of your walls.
He groans above you. You feel it travel through his chest, down his arms, into the place where your bodies meet.
"Look at me," he says. It's almost a plea.
You force your eyes open. His red gaze is waiting, burning into yours from inches away.
"There you are." His voice breaks on the words. "There fuckin' you are." He holds your gaze as he drives into you, as the coil in your belly tightens to the breaking point, as the world narrows to the space between his eyes and yours.
Your head falls back. The motion bares your throat to him, arches your spine, presses your chest up against the open air. You let go-every wall, every reservation, every scrap of self-consciousness melting away in the heat of his body against yours.
Your hands find the sheets, gripping white-knuckled as he drives into you. Your body opens for him, accepts him, welcomes him with every pulse of your walls. The sounds you make are raw-unfiltered
āspilling from your lips without thought or shame.
"Katsuki!"
His name breaks on your lips like a prayer. Your hips rise to meet him, chasing the friction, chasing the edge that's building low and hot in your belly.
He watches you come undone beneath him. His grip on your thigh tightens, his thrusts turning desperate, losing their rhythm as he chases his own release.
"Fuck-Y/N āI'm-"
His voice cracks. His forehead drops to your shoulder.
You break under him.
Your body surrenders completely āevery muscle loosening, every thought scattering like dust as he bottoms out inside you. His weight presses you into the mattress, claiming you as he grunts against your shoulder.
Two more strokes. Deep. Measured. Each one driving him impossibly further into you.
Then he shatters.
A long string of curses tears from his throat āfuck, shit, āYNā his voice cracking on your name as he spills hot and deep inside you. His hips stutter, pressing flush against you as he rides out the pulse of his release. You feel every twitch, every warm rush filling you, marking you from the inside.
Katsuki was always in control ā pinning your wrists, hauling you where he wanted, fucking you like he owned you. Which, admittedly, you loved. But tonight, watching him sprawl on your couch, sweatpants low on his hips, shirt riding up to show those sharp absā¦ you wanted to try.
"Stay there," you said, and your voice only wobbled a little.
He arched a brow but obeyed, curious, as you climbed onto his lap. Straddled him. His hands immediately went to your hips, gripping tight, and you felt him hard already beneath you.
"The fuck are you doing?"
"Me," you said, and sank down onto him.
He groaned ā actually groaned, head falling back against the couch, throat working. You'd never heard that sound from him before. It emboldened you. You set a pace, rolling your hips, watching his face go slack with pleasure.
His hands tightened. "Fuck, look at you," he breathed, red eyes blown wide, tracking every movement. "Taking what you want like a greedy littleā"
You cut him off with a kiss, biting his lip. He laughed into your mouth ā surprised, delighted ā and let you ride him for exactly forty-seven seconds before his control snapped.
His grip turned punishing. He bucked up into you, hard, meeting your rhythm and then setting it, faster, deeper. "Not deep enough," he growled, and suddenly you were moving ā flipped, back hitting the couch cushions, him between your legs with your knees over his elbows.
"Katsukiā"
"Let you have your fun," he panted, slamming into you, making you see stars. "Now I need to feel you properly."
He fucked you like he was starving for it, like he'd been holding back for hours, teeth sunk into your shoulder, muttering mine, mine, fucking mine against your skin. When you came, screaming, he followed right after, burying himself to the hilt, groaning long and broken into your neck.
After, he didn't pull out. Just stayed there, breathing hard, pressing lazy kisses to your jaw. "Not bad," he muttered, smug. "For a first try."
You slapped his chest. He grinned, unrepentant, and rolled his hips just to feel you twitch around him. "Again?"
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The room had long since dissolved into easy conversation and half-empty bottles.
Zoro sat slouched back on the couch, one arm draped across the backrest while he watched you animatedly argue with someone across the room. You punctuated every point with your hands, swaying just enough for him to wonder how much you'd had to drink.
"...You're so damn tiny."
"Hm?" You blinked up at him.
"I said you're tiny."
You scoffed, looking yourself over as if seeing it for the first time. "Wow. Thanks. Didn't notice."
A lazy grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"No, seriously." He held one hand above your head, measuring the difference. "You're, what..." His eyes narrowed dramatically. "Pocket-sized."
You smacked his arm.
"I'm not pocket-sized."
"You kinda are."
"I am average."
"For who?" he snorted. "Garden gnomes?"
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
"Oh, that's rich coming from a guy whose entire personality is taking naps."
"My naps are strategic."
"They're unconscious."
"They're tactical."
"They're accidental."
He barked out a laugh, shaking his head.
"You talk real big for someone this little."
"Oh?" You stepped closer until you were nearly chest to chest. Tilting your chin up, you poked a finger against the center of his chest. "And what're you gonna do about it?"
His grin widened.
The alcohol had given you just enough courage to invade his space without a second thought.
It had also made him notice exactly how easily you fit there.
His hand found your hip almost absentmindedly.
"...Nothin'."
His fingers flexed.
"...C'mere."
Before you could even think to protest, he tugged you forward until you bumped lightly against his chest.
Neither of you moved.
For a moment, the jokes disappeared.
"...Huh."
His voice came out quieter than before.
"You really are tiny."
You don't even know when you ended up in his room, on his lap as he manspreads like you sitting there is completely normal. His legs are spread wide beneath you while you straddle him, completely stuffed with his cock. Your legs dangle with every thrust of his hips into you.
"Mmph... fuck," you moan, feeling his thick cock stretch your tight little cunt.
He bites his lip as he watches the force of each thrust make your hips roll on their own. A hiss slips past his teeth as he slows, choosing to grind into you instead.
He's buried to the hilt, panting at the wet squelching sounds between you as you roll your hips to meet his.
"Dammit... just like that."
He stills completely, letting you take over. You grind down on him, whining around every inch, moaning as you soak the pair of panties he'd pushed to the side.
He hooks a finger into the dainty fabric and pulls it taut, making you gasp. You bite your lip at the delicious pressure against your sensitive flesh.
"Z-Zo..."
Your breath hitches as his other hand wraps around your hips, holding you in place while he settles in more comfortably. The slight shift in angle makes every thrust sink impossibly deeper.
"Fuck āoh my God!"
Your head falls back. He's hitting the perfect angle ājust enough to make your ass jiggle, just enough to fill the room with the hypnotic sound of wet skin slapping together.
"Fuck'n āyou're so tight," he groans, eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounce in front of him. He catches one in his mouth, sucking with a satisfied hum while giving you every inch of his cock.
"Mmm... pussy's so good" he grunts.
He folds your arms behind your back, holding you close as he pistons up into you.
The tip of his cock brushes exactly where you need it most.
"Yes! Zoro!"
"Fuck yeah. Take it."
You're pinned there, helpless as he fucks you senseless. You babble incoherent sweet nothings while he works another drawn-out orgasm from your body, this one even more intense as his thumb circles your clit.
@nekonadia Ty for the motivation to revive this one.
cw: smoking weed, smut, smut, smut, public sex?, mdni
synopsis: at first, cuddling with Katsuki had been the closest thing to a sleep aid you'd ever found. Most nights he'd fall asleep within minutes while you stared at the ceiling, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and pretending you weren't counting the hours until sunrise.
Eight months into your relationship, he'd gotten used to it. Which was exactly why he noticed the change. A prescription later and suddenly you were sleeping through the night. No more tossing, no more restless sighs and no more finding him awake at three in the morning because you'd accidentally woken him up for the fourth time.
Now, after a few pulls, you practically melted into whatever surface was closest.
Including him.
-11:45 PM
Katsuki's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Fresh from the shower, he smelled like clean body wash and warmth. You immediately scooted back closer.
"Tch," he muttered against your hair. "There it is."
"What?"
"That look."
Your brows pinched together.
"The one you get when you're high."
A laugh escaped you, quiet and lazy.
"I have a look?"
"Yeah."
His answer came immediately like he'd been studying it. Your smile widened.
"And what does it look like?"
Katsuki shrugged.
"Dunno."
"You just said I have one."
"You do."
You rolled onto your back with a dramatic sigh, earning an unimpressed look from him.
"Very helpful, Katsuki."
"I'm serious."
His hand found your thigh beneath the blanket, giving it a firm squeeze before settling there.
"Your eyes get all heavy."
You hummed.
"You get quieter."
"Hm."
"You smile at everythin'."
That one made you laugh.
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
His lips twitched.
"You smiled at a lamp earlier."
"It was a nice lamp."
"It was a lamp."
Your laughter filled the room, softer than usual, and Katsuki found himself staring again. Usually your mind moved a mile a minute. Even when you were relaxed, there was always something happening behind your eyes.
Tonight there wasn't.
You looked comfortable.
Peaceful.
For someone who'd spent months watching you struggle to fall asleep, it was almost unsettling.
"Youāre starin' again?"
His gaze snapped back to yours. The grin on your face told him you'd caught him.
"Tch."
"There he is."
"There who is?"
"The guy who's been lookin' at me weird for the last two weeks."
"I'm not lookin' at you weird."
"You are."
You pointed at him.
"Curious?"
His eyes narrowed.
You gasped.
"Oh my god."
"What?"
"You wanna know what it's like."
The accusation landed perfectly. Because you were right. Katsuki groaned as soon as your grin turned mischievous.
"Don't start."
"You do?"
"I'm just asking"
"I'm not curious."
"You are!"
"I'm not."
"Then don't try it."
The challenge left your mouth before you could stop it.
Silence.
His stare immediately flattened.
You smiled.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
"...you did that on purpose."
"Did what?"
His hand pinched your side.
You yelped, laughing as you tried to twist away.
"Okay! Okay!"
"Brat."
"But are you gonna try it?"
Katsuki looked away first then back at you.
Which was answer enough.
A few minutes later, the balcony door slid open behind you, letting warm summer air spill into the apartment. The city stretched endlessly beyond the railing, lights blinking against the dark skyline.
You held up the preroll triumphantly.
His brow lifted.
"That the stuff?"
"Mhm."
You started toward one of the chairs but a hand closed around your wrist. Before you could question it, Katsuki dropped into the patio couch behind you and tugged.
"Katsuki!"
A second later you landed squarely in his lap. His arm immediately settled around your waist.
"Sit."
"I'm literally already sitting."
"Good."
You laughed.
The deep rumble of his chuckle vibrated against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
Comfortable.
Like this was the most natural thing in the world.
Eight months together meant you were long past the stage of pretending not to want each other's attention.
You leaned back into him automatically.
His arms tightened.
Satisfied.
You lit your preroll for him.
"First pull down to your chest, hold it, let it out and repeat two more times. You're gonna cough a lot so just go slow."
His first wasn't too bad.
The second almost killed him.
"Whatāthe fuckā"
A coughing fit cut him off.
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped the lighter.
"I did say you were gonna cough."
Another cough.
You handed him a water bottle -definitely helped. He took his last pull, teary eyed with a hoarse throat as he exhaled.
For several minutes neither of you spoke.
You just sat there watching the city and eventually you felt him shift behind you then go completely still.
A smile threatened the corner of your mouth.
You didn't say anything.
Neither did he.
You could practically hear him hoping you hadn't noticed.
Unfortunately for him you absolutely had.
The silence stretched.
Long enough to become suspicious.
Long enough to become funny.
Long enough that your shoulders began to shake.
Behind you he groaned.
"You noticed?"
You finally laughed. "Maybe."
āS-sorryā he mumbles into your back
āDonāt ever apologize for thatā you wiggle until he was pressed flushed between your silk covered booty cheeks.
ābeing horny a side effect?ā he whispered.
āyeahā you smirk softly to yourself.
You slowly roll your hips forward on him. Your silk nightgown making the motion smoother ājust the perfect amount of friction that causes him to moan softly. One of his hands waste no time moving up your thigh while the other moves from your side up to your breast.
He breaths into your neck while clenching his teeth.
His fingers curl into the soft skin of breast, squeezing as he tries to bite back an immediate reaction to your moan. His other hand draws random shapes up your thigh and to your pussy.
Your head settles back against his shoulder as you open your legs for him without a word. His eyes drift downward, taking in the slow, gentle rhythm of your hips rocking against him, completely mesmerized by the sight.
His eyes drift shut, his chin resting against your shoulder as he quietly savors your words. The slow grind of your body against him has his breathing growing heavier, each small movement pulling him further under.
"Mmm..."
He gives your hip a gentle tap.
You shift forward just enough for him to tug his shorts and boxers down. Once they're out of the way, you settle back onto his lap, straddling him with your back still pressed to his chest, your legs draped over his.
His hands find the silky fabric of your nightgown, fingers curling into the material before slowly gathering it in his fists. As the hem slips higher, his gaze follows.
Then he stills.
His eyes linger, drinking in the sight before him.
A slow, disbelieving smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he exhales through his nose, completely captivated.
You're not wearing any panties. Your intention was going to sleep remember?
"God..."
The word leaves him in little more than a whisper, equal parts awe and admiration, as though he isn't entirely sure what he did to deserve the view in front of him.
His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, each one matching the slow rhythm of your hand palming his cock. He presses a lingering kiss to the back of your shoulder, his lips barely leaving your skin before finding another spot to linger on.
"Fuck, baby... m'so horny," he rasps. His voice is rough, strained.
He slides his hands beneath your thighs and lifts you with effortless ease. You know exactly what he wants before he says another word, instinctively moving with him.
The moment he begins guiding you down on his cock, your breath hitches at how much its stretching your eager little cunt. His forehead drops against your shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to steady himself.
He buries another kiss against your neck, lingering there as if the warmth of your skin might distract him from way your pussy grips him and everything else he's feeling.
It doesn't.
A shaky breath leaves him instead.
His arms instinctively tighten around you, holding you close, keeping you tucked securely against his chest. For a long moment, neither of you says anything. You're both too consumed by the overwhelming closeness, discovering together how every sensation seems heightened.
Neither of you had expected it.
The high made everything feel slower.
Warmer.
More intense.
Every sound you made reached him before it had the chance to disappear into the night.
Each shaky breath.
Every quiet gasp.
Every little moan that slipped past your lips seemed to vibrate straight through his chest with how closely he held you.
You should've felt exposed.
Embarrassed, even.
Instead, you found yourself melting further into him, completely undone by the way he watched you.
As wrecked as you looked...
...he looked no better.
His lips stayed slightly parted, each breath leaving him in quiet pants against your neck. His eyes wandered endlessly over your face, never settling in one place for long.
Your eyes.
Your lips.
The way you kept catching your bottom lip between your teeth. The way your expression unraveled every time another wave washed over you.
He watched it all with quiet disbelief, like he couldn't decide whether to memorize you or lose himself in the moment.
The instant another breathless moan escaped your mouth, he couldn't take it anymore. He captured your lips again.
The kiss was clumsy.
Desperate.
Slow in all the right ways.
The sudden warmth of his mouth against yours pulled an even louder sound from your throat.
Your body answered before your mind could.
You tightened around him.
A sharp hiss escaped between his teeth as his forehead bumped lightly against yours, his eyes squeezing shut for a heartbeat before opening to find yours again.
One of his hands leaves your hip to cradle your face. His fingers gently squeeze your cheeks, coaxing you to look back at him over your shoulder.
The sight nearly undoes him.
His eyes are heavy beneath half-lowered lids, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches every expression that flickers across your face. Every little reaction. Every shaky breath. Completely mesmerized by the way you're melting in his arms.
"Fuck, baby, Iā god damn this pussy's s'good."
The words fall from him in a breathless rush before he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is messy, desperate, all tongues and broken moans, like he can't get close enough no matter how tightly he's holding you.
Neither of you had expected it to feel like this.
Everything is amplified.
Every touch lingers.
Every movement seems to echo through both of you, slow enough to savor yet somehow overwhelming all at once.
You gasp into the kiss, your fingers searching for something to hold onto before reaching back and tangling in his hair.
"Ahhā Sukiii..."
Your tug earns a deep grunt against your lips, his forehead dropping briefly against the side of your head as he exhales through clenched teeth.
"BABY... this cock, oh my God!"
A crooked smile flashes across his face despite the strain written all over it.
"Yeah? What about it, princess?" his voice is rough, teasing despite how wrecked he sounds, his hands steady on your hips as he keeps you tucked securely against him.
"so big... s'good."
Your words dissolve into another breathless sound as your head tips back against his shoulder.
"That's it," he grunts, unable to hide the grin creeping into his voice. "You love it."
"Fuck! I love it!"
Your slick coats him completely, gathering at the base before slipping between his thighs. His hand drifts lower, his fingertips finding your clit. The first touch steals the breath from your lungs, your body tightening around him on instinct. Every slow circle draws another involuntary clench, your thighs trembling as you melt further into his embrace.
"Oh, fuckā¦ you're like a vice."
The sound of your breathing fills the quiet night, broken only by his strained groans against your ear. Every motion seems to pull another reaction from you, your body answering his without thought.
You come apart in his arms with a broken cry, clenching around him so tightly it tears a deep groan from his chest. His hand instinctively cradles your neck while the other never leaves you, determined to carry you through every wave. He buries his face against your shoulder as he follows moments later.
"fuck... Fuck... FUCK!"
The words leave him in ragged gasps, each one more breath than voice. His chest rises sharply against your back as he clings to you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as though letting go isn't even an option yet.
For several long seconds, neither of you moves.
You're both too busy catching your breath, hearts pounding in perfect sync beneath the glow of the city skyline.
Only when his breathing finally begins to steady does he press one last kiss against your shoulder.
"Stand āup," he pants.
You glance back at him.
His eyes meet yours, still dazed, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
TW/CW: 18+, smut, petnames, cursing, dirty talk, soft Katsuki, loverboy Katsuki, hard of hearing Katsuki
A/N: hopefully enjoyable to some im going to bed now
If there was one thing Katsuki was obsessed with, it was the cute little noises you made under him.
When the lights were low, the glow of the city was the only thing to illuminate your face, tangled in the bedsheets. The position didnāt matter; here, the day melted away.
āFuck-ā You gasp, hips arching further as you buck backwards to take him, filthy squelches echoing in the room that had you almost embarrassed, āKa-hic-tsuki!ā
Katsuki didnāt hear anything else, his ears straining hard enough to pinpoint just what he was looking for, but there it was. A little hiccup, a gasp, a long moan, even the hiss through your teeth when your poor cunt was stretched to take him.
āMmh, sāit pretty,ā he mutters, chest pressed to your back so tightly you can feel every ridge of his sharp muscle, ālet me hear ya.ā
He keeps himself quiet, not out of embarrassment, but because you are the star of the show here. Every thrust is angled to hit right above your cervix, at the position that makes your toes curl, and your eyes roll. Your head was placed gently, but kept firmly, in the crook of his strong, scarred arm, the kindest of headlocks.
Every noise he pulls from you, he whispers praise in return.
āThatās it, good girl.ā
āSounds so pretty like this.ā
āYou like it, hm? Like it when I ruin this pretty pussy, yeah, you do, can hear it.ā
By the third time youāre gushing around his thick cock, legs shaking, a broad hand on your stomach to keep you in that perfect arch, heās close too. Finally, he lets his sounds become known, grunting and groaning down your ear as he presses kisses to the skin below.
āFuckinā made for me,ā he rasps between increasingly sloppy thrusts and ragged moans that come from his chest, cock twitching inside your gummy walls, āso perfect, so pretty, gonna fill this pretty pussy, yeah?ā
You donāt respond verbally, canāt anymore, but you let out a deliciously pathetic whine, your cunt clenches around him, and it has him snap.
āFuck!ā He nearly whimpers as you nearly push him out, snapping his hips flush with your ass, he knows this dance, āFuckinā milkinā me angel, you want it that bad? I got you.ā
And he does, your stomach tightens as your whole body shakes, you feel it from your head to your toes as you soak him completely, only to gain the reward of warmth filling your belly as he pumps you full.
Katsuki may be hard of hearing and too prideful to wear his hearing aids in public, yet, as you reach for him, stroking a hand through his hair while you catch your breath, you realise he will always wear them for special occasions.
Someone slides up on pro hero Dynamite's live and asks what his skincare routine is.
"What's my skincare routine?" He pauses for a second and looks at you in your tiny pink lace slip dress putting dishes away. It has cute sakura flowers adorning your chest, holding it up nice and pretty.
"My girl sits on my face every morning n night, next question."
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