Just another person on this hell hole of a site who's heavily invested in anime and manga. I'm 30 🥹. Been here since 30/7/2013. Don't know if I should laugh or cry.
imagine finding out that your best friend bakugou has never sent anyone a dick pic. everyone's razzing him over it, and he's just like whoever i'm fucking can just come the fuck over at look at my dick why the fuck do i need to do a photoshoot with it????
"my dick ain't in fuckin' vogue you fucks" end quote
unfortunately. you realize you've created a monster in that moment.
because years worth of resolutely ignoring your very secret very unspoken never to be mentioned crush on bakugou katsuki are violently tossed out the window in favor of the knowledge that (1) bakugou has a very big dick (2) bakugou has a very nice dick (3) bakugou takes very very very flattering pictures of his nice, big dick.
naturally your fight or flight response leads you to send the only string of words that your brain is capable of putting together as you otherwise muffle a pathetic moan against the hand clasped against your mouth, face hot.
no videos????? coward
(bakugou forgets to stop recording after a few strokes. forgets that his phone can pick up every sound, every pant. every rough groan of your name as he fucks his fist till he cums hard all over his bare stomach.)
i think that roommate bakugou has an absolutely diabolical dick print. and it's through no fault of his own, he's not doing it on purpose. he doesn't even wear tight clothes to begin with!
but his dick is just. it's so big okay.
watching tv next to him on the couch is an olympic sport in trying not to break your neck every time you catch sight of his bulge out of the corner of your eye. the way his shorts strain against it when he shifts, when he lifts his hips to pull his phone out of his pocket.
and you really can't be blamed for your habit of burning your eggs every time bakugou walks out into the kitchen to make a coffee in the morning wearing those sweatpants that make it astronomically worse. the ones that seem to catch in all the right places around his fat shaft.
you've considered putting a complete and total ban on him working out in the living room on occasion when he can't make it over to the gym—because it's obscene when he does sit ups.
and just when you think that you've been spared after three surprising days with nary a bulging dick print to be seen, bakugou comes home soaking wet after getting caught in a downpour while on a run.
(and any progress you've made with not fantasizing about riding your roommate's thigh and desperately dry humping the outline of his dick while you masturbate is swiftly thrown out the window. incinerated. decimated. gone with the wind as you helplessly try and fail not to stare at the way his soaking wet running shorts are practically molded around it, hugging the flared head of his cock like a siren song for the stage left exit of your sanity.)
it should be said that when izuku is too "smooth" it's really bc he's already overanalyzed how it could go. he was up for hours thinking of exactly how to kiss you the night before. has a full script in his head for how you'll react to him eating you out and the other options of you redirecting him and has made peace with the fact that it could all go to shit anyway.
iwachan takes the rest of seijou on a tricycle ride during their vacation in the ph!! surely no one got left behind on purpose !! they totally didnt pay manong extra to leave someone behind yeah!!! (dw he gets back in dont ask me how their 6ft asses fit in there jus kno iwa is thankful to sit outside)
heres the polaroid pcs i made for @/seijoh4dagala cse on twt!! check them out to see the rest of the works n the events!!! our mods n creatives worked super hard 2 make this happen 💥💥‼️‼️
virgin!katsuki with his shaky hands and gasps as he fucks you for the first time, trying so hard not to show it but his face his scrunched up so cute and his lips are parted letting you hear just how good he feels. who whimpers when he fully bottoms out and has to bury his head in your neck and sit there for a couple minutes so he doesn’t cum right away. he’s still learning what to do with his big dick and gets so blushy when you tell him how much you love it.
Waking Izuku up in the middle of the night cuz you're craving his cock and he just rolls his eyes at you before pounding you into the mattress
His thrusts are fast and hard, hes even being a little meann... Even though he just woke up cuz hes just so sleepy and irritated you woke him up for this
When you finally cum he just flops back down next to you, tucking you into his neck and falling back asleep, not even caring his dick is still rock hard
The next morning he apologies for being dismissive and mean, hes explaining how it was just so early and it was his first day off in so long so he wanted a good nights sleep.
You nod your head and smile with big doe eyes while everything goes through one ear and out the other cuz it just felt so good
As he speaks you're thinking of ways to rile him up like that again.
♡ TAGS: gender neutral reader, reader has a vagina but that's all that's described physically, slight role-reversal / reader reads a little dominant. one good boy in there for katsuki. unprotected sex. riding position but lovey-dovey 18+.
♡ A/N: happy birthday my beautiful boy i love you more than words.
You think it's cute.
The way Katsuki's neck gets red, blush-toned and blistering, all the way down his spine, no matter how often you two have sex.
His skin tans evenly in the summers, but he pales in the winter. By spring, he's somewhere in the middle. Where the sun hasn't been out long enough, burned hot enough to do anything but wash him with a faint golden light.
Where winters paleness lingers, indulging in the slow melt of summer sun.
Katsuki is cute like this. There's some kind of novelty in it. He always gets red, but when he's in this spring-time inbetween, the shade just seems to be deeper. Winter cools it, summer masks it.
But spring highlights it. Shows off the ruby of him much better than any other time of year. A spring flower among water dappled grass.
His longing wets his face. His lashes, his upper lip, the crown of his forehead.
With the way he looks at you, you might venture to think you're inside of him, not the other way around. But you're spoiling him, so not today. Maybe later, if you're looking to exhaust him.
(Katsuki always looks at you that way, you realize. Almost pained by the weight of his feelings, like it's all intimate and he needs you to relieve him of some of the weight.)
Feeling somewhere between lovesick and sadistic, you lean in and press a kiss to the base of his throat. You lick a line, tracing a vein, all the way up past his jaw, up to the lobe of his ear. Your tongue traces the shape of it, the outer and inner.
Katsuki gasps like he's been struck. The swollen head of his cock, already nudged so deep inside of you, seems to swell and twitch. The grip he has on your waist tightens, the flesh of your hips spilling between his fingers.
His voice is coarse and rough - a complete contrast to the rest of him. There's no bite to his words but they come punched out.
"Fuck, you fucking succubus," He shudders, pre-cum spilling into you. "I can't—I'm gonna cum if you keep—"
"So what?" You suggest, rolling your hips delibrately. You can only keep so much composure, so you go slowly. Wait until he gives up a little. "It's your birthday, isn't it? Cum as much as you want."
"I'm not wearing a condom," He says seriously.
This you laugh at. Irritation mars his face.
"What? Were you gonna try to pull-out? It's a little late to be worrying about it. We'll go to the Hero Comission and get some morning after pill. Alright?"
He doesn't relax hearing this. In fact he looks distressed by the idea. Not by any of what you said, you've come to learn, but the reality of how it feels.
You love the face Katsuki makes when he feels good. You can always tell. He's got a quiet air of concentration about him, but everything about him gets so rigid. Some days, he's okay about letting go, but he's usually stiff. Always uptight.
He can't handle pleasure. He has no tolerance for it, or for you. Doesn't know how to handle wanting you. It's too much for him. You're his first everything, in all the ways that would give him skills to handle it. But he's notoriously bad at it, and hasn't much improved in the years of your relationship.
His jaw tensed, his eyes lidded, the vein in his jaw and neck straining against his skin. The occasional deep, heavy breath he takes and sharp groans. It looks like your pussy feels so damn good around his cock, grips it so good it's killing him a little, and he falls in love with you about it over and over. Every time you grind your hips, like casting a spell.
A sharp little groan leaves his mouth. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,"
Your body becomes eager for it when he moans for you. Want propels you forward, gets you closer to your orgasm. You let yourself take from him, like he likes. Pull away some of the attention with your arms around his neck, grinding your hips.
Your eyes roll back a little, praise spilling from your lips with the ease and candor of wine.
"You feel so fucking good. Your dick is so perfect." His cock twitches with need, as he buries his face into your neck, just above your chest. "Don't cum yet."
He garbles something incoherent into your chest, but then grips you tighter like he's listening.
"Good boy,"
That earns a whimper and only pushes you closer. He really is so good to you. Gruff but kind. Strong but careful. Prideful but introspective. Always actionable, always good, always striving for better and trying. Always, always trying his best for you, even now.
You cum hard, your nails digging into his shoulders. The warmth of your belly, the slow ache of pleasure, comes toppling and lands heavy and your back arches. Your hips stutter in the chase, the elongation of pleasure until you can't.
When the highs over, you lean back in and breathe the words softly against Katsuki's ear.
"Your turn. Happy birthday, baby."
Katsuki shudders, moves quickly, holding you up before gently laying you on your back. Without warning, he puts his hands under your hips and moves.
His thrusts are imperfect. Messy and hurried and desperate, eagerly fucking into you as he muffles every moan into your neck. It's a steady stream, broken up by short whimpers. You mostly hear him curse, each word coming out so heavy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck."
It sends a delicious wave of pleasure through you as he does. Katsuki cums with a cry, his hips jolting as he buries himself deep and cums in thick, heavy ropes. You smile as you feel yourself fill up warm and Katsuki collapses into your chest.
You reach up, your fingers caress the short hairs on the back of his neck where his hair cut starts. Smiling, you nudge him. He leans up, so fucked out you laugh, and you use both hands to cup his face and kiss him.
"I love you," You say, sincere. Katsuki goes even redder, if you could believe. "Let's grow old together,"
"Shut the hell up," He offers. Then, more weakly. "...Yeah. Whatever. Love you too."
halfway through his list of reasons he's toying worh himself through his pants, stroking and moving it, showing off the outline. his other hand is over your shoulder, gently brushing fingertips over your tit.
"you know i'm huge, right?" he says. "Pornstar big."
"Shut up."
"i'm serious. im massive." "touch it and see."
when you go to reach, he's pushing down his pants to give you a proper handful of the biggest cock you've ever seen-
pro-hero bakugo's clingyness to his wife is so baffling and apparent, people like to say you have a quirk that controlls him into submission.
this, of course is untrue as you are quirkless and couldn't imagine trying to control your husband but it's hard to believe when he bends to your will so damn easy.
"kats, no. i said shower or shove it."
he's back from patrol and honestly smells like he's been rolling around in mud but he can't resist your face.
you're wearing his hoodie and boxers for fucks sake.
"please? just a kiss, i promise i won't touch you." he rarely ever pleads but your serious. he tries to approach you, gear clanking together.
"i will hurt you. shower."
he know's he lost then, your arms crossed, soft face in a pout. "yeah, yeah m' goin."
katsuki is still wet when he's dressed, immediately scooping you up and pressing his firm arms to your body,
"see, wasn't so bad, right?" you giggle.
and katsuki dissagree's. it was agonizing being away from you that long but he doesn't argue with his wife.
instead he nods a "right." and lets you dote on him, he'd been waiting all day. he'll be damned if he stop that now.
Katsuki x Cam girl!reader- it’s initially a secret ofc, she doesn’t show her face in any streams/videos. Usually from behind she bounces on a dildo or uses a fuck machine- Katsuki finding one of her vids and recognizing her body?
He ends up catching her- fucking her while she still fucks herself with the toy ‼️
✩ ꒱ girl of his streams — ft. katsuki bakugou .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero katsuki bakugou & side kick / cam girl fem!reader. sex toys, masturbation (f! and m!), oral sex. breaking news, pro hero dynamight discovers one of his favourite camgirls… is his sidekick!?
wouldn’t it be crazy if like you worked for katsuki too. like you were a sidekick or someone lower down in the ranks at the agency n that’s how he recognises you and your body.
the first time bakugou watches your stream is after a rough day — one filled with too many casualties to count and bills for damage that seemed to have never ending zeroes. he doesn’t usually do this, he’s not one to indulge in pretty girls online who have to sell their sex for money but the moment he finds your thumbnail flashing across some shitty porn site recommended to him by kaminari of all people — he’s a goner.
his cock curves to hardness at the first sight of you. curves on display, skimpy lace barely covering what you have to offer. you’re faceless; leaving your lustful expressions up to the interpretation of the viewer as you force your glistening cunt down on the pretty glass dildo that you bounce on. see through enough for katsuki to note how the oink insides of your pussy suction around the head that might be a little too thick for you. that first night; he cums when you do — head thrown back into the leather couch in his office, blonde locks tacked to his forehead by sweat with milky white spilling over tight knuckles and his white fist.
when you find your release, it’s not a show or an act. in the moment, katsuki can tell you feel free. letting pleasure ripple at your shoreline and wash away the day, your sounds are quiet and breathless — a sign that you’re not performing for anyone other than yourself and your body. juices run down the expanse of the toy in which you quiver around, but you don’t stop grinding and humping at it until your aftershocks pass. you end the stream with a crackly giggle and a small thank you. no shout outs, no mentions of donors every few minutes. just you and quiet bliss.
so every wednesday night — dynamight finds himself staying late at the agency to catch your streams. wondering what toy you’ll use next or if it’ll be something mundane like a pillow or your fingers with the cute silver ring you never ever take off. his eyes commit everything about you to memory, the beauty mark on your inner thigh which matches the one on your collar bone. the tattoo on the inside of your right arm and the curve of your Cupids bow which stretches when you mewl. every orgasm he has with his cute little cam girl is harder than the last, thicker and hotter — grunted out into the quiet night like a secret shared between just two.
wednesday nights become off limits, no plans with friends or other heroes. just time with his fist down his pants and wrapped around his aching shaft — until his assistant complains of team morale and his sidekicks not seeing the big boss enough. one Wednesday night becomes reserved for wannabe heroes and coincidentally — no stream notification from you. amongst the flowing alcohol he doesn’t drink and the de-shelled peanuts scattered across the table, katsuki notices you.
bright eyes, shy demeanour and a voice he seems to recognise just a little bit. the cadence you speak with is sweet and familiar, sends a tingle down the spine and to his erection pulsing tucked behind kevlar. your laugh makes his tip ooze. katsuki’s smart, he’s perfect for recon missions and pulling the pieces of a villain’s plan together before it’s even been properly revealed. so there’s not a doubt in his mind, that you’re the girl he jacks off too when he needs a moment alone. a pause in space and time to relieve his stresses.
however, it’s not like he can just … confront you. there’s no proof. except for the sanrio tattoo revealed to him during a sidekick sparring session. aside from the familiar bounce of your breasts when you bound up to dynamight to hand him reports and ask him for advice on your hero moves. he’d know that body anywhere, picturing you while grinding against sheets between missions in foreign countries — imagining you sinking down on the meat of his cock like you do with your array with vibrators and dildos that seem like more than you can take.
proof doesn’t land until bakugou catches you. a late night at the agency when everyone’s been sent home leaves the building void of noise except for the third floor. curiosity killed the cat but this time curiosity rewarded the pro hero with the sight of his dreams — you’re obviously trying to film something. perhaps the pre recorded content you share with higher paying customers — but you’re spread out on a meeting chair with your blistering hot mound on display and your favourite glass toy pumping in and out of you with a crude schlik noise.
“knew my mind wasn’t playin’ tricks on me, sweet girl,” he purrs like he’s caught a mouse in a trap — his tongue rolling over his teeth in satisfaction at the teary and fearful expression lining your features. the hero rounds the wheelie chair you sit on, legs spread either side of its arms and that same glass toy pressed up against your sensitive walls. he’s watched you fuck yourself on it a dozen times before, take the beaded end and smooth dull tip all the way to your womb with the glass growing foggier the more you gush on it. however, absolutely nothing compares to the real thing. the way your spread thighs quiver and your bottom lip trembles. “so pretty, who would have thought you’d be right under my nose this whole fuckin’ time.”
there’s a surge of confidence he feels that he wouldn’t have experienced before — the great dynamight slides to his knees in front of your chair, sun-burnt blush spreading far down his neck as he comes face to face with your sticky, sparkling cunt and greed settles into the fine lines of his handsome face. “d-dynamight!”
“s’katsuki, to you, sweetheart,” he groans, letting lust take the lead on his actions. he’s been picturing you in the back of his mind for weeks, he only associates you with a crazy sense of hunger and the buzz of an earth shattering high. the blonde leans in, sun-kissed hair tickling the soaked skin of your thighs where he licks the inner crease kisses the inside of your knee. he inhales deep, the thick heady scent of your arousal enchanting him and dragging him in. “smell so good… don’t stop on my account.”
katsuki tongues around the toy slipped past your entrance, slurping up what your body drools as though its finely aged wine from a silver chalice. calloused fingers spread you wide so he can see, lapping at the pink hidden between your pudgy pussy lips. “c’mon baby, fuck yourself for me. just like you do on your cams.” he goads you gruffly, especially when you whine at the unrelenting attention from his teeth and tongue raking over your unattended beating clit.
it’s easy to do as told when it’s your boss sucking on the length of your slit like his life depends on it, pink muscle curling around the glass that you push and pull in and out of your cunt — lewd suctioning noises echoing throughout the meeting room and twisting with your whimpers that grow a pitch with every thrust. katsuki bobs his head with the rhythm, cursing against your folds sworn slow sweeps from your clit to your squeezing hole trying to milk the toy as though it’s his cock.
he doesn’t dare hold you down, katsuki’s got the real deal rutting against his hot, silken mouth — just like you do when you’re alone. he lets you smother his nose and his tongue in your sweet honey juices, switch from suffocating him between your thighs to twisting your hips away for some respite from the stimulation. and when you cum, you feel the weight of his ruby jewelled gaze on you — drinking in the way your chest bows towards the sky, nipples sore and peaked and your head pussy streams clear around the musky glass toy pressed against your gspot.
tufts of blonde loll against your trembling thigh, katsuki’s palm smoothing over your belly and between your breast as your breathing quickens because you’ve never cum that hard before. not on your own, not with someone for a collab. he presses down, guiding your heart rate into something normal whilst kissing your doughy flesh.
“next time, you’re gonna let me fuck you for real,” the pro hero promises with a smug and lazy smirk — the ring of his mouth shining with your slick. “put it in one of your pretty streams too.”
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bkg being your achilles dick. the one you will always no matter what go back to… ex boyf or old friend with benefits or your coworker you see on shared missions. if he texts or you see each other in public…. you’re going back to his right after.
izuku letting katsuki fuck his girlfriend ⭑.ᐟ mdni ᭝ threesome, unprotected p in v, creampie, brief cum play, lots of praise from izuku in the cuck chair
your cheek's pressed into the sheets, hands fisting in the fabric as katsuki fucks into you from behind. low grunts under his breath, jaw tight, pace relentless. his hands are rough on your hips, dragging you back into each thrust, hard enough so you feel every inch, every grind, every low, deep press of his cock as he fucks into that same aching spot over and over again.
izuku's curled close, lying on his side just... watching. one hand resting light on your thigh, the other tucked under his head, soft eyes flicking between your face and down to where katsuki's cock keeps disappearing into you.
"you're taking him so well," he murmurs, thumb brushing a little higher, just grazing the edge of your ass, the curve of your hip. his voice is soft, too soft for how filthy it makes you feel. "look at you, angel... you're so full, he's stretching you out so pretty."
you nod meekly, eyes glinting as a sharp gasp slips past your lips when katsuki fucks into you harder, as if he's punishing you for forgetting who's inside you.
izuku hums, dark eyes flicking to katsuki's before returning to yours, smiling. "i know, sweetheart... it's too much, huh?"
katsuki growls low behind you. a quiet, "shut the fuck up," as he slides a hand up to the back of your neck, palm warm against your skin as he presses in so deep you let out a choked, ah— katsuki
"that's it," izuku coos, completely unfazed. "just breathe through it. you're doing so good."
his hand smooths up your back, soothing and warm like he's trying to calm you down while he let's katsuki fuck you stupid right in front of him. like he's not hard under his sweats, cock pressed tight, precum spotting the fabric as he bites the inside of his cheek every time you moan.
"he's so mean, isn't he?" izuku murmurs, low near your ear. "but he always gives you exactly what you need. you should say thank you, baby," he encourages, lips pressing to the side of your neck. "go on, tell kacchan how thankful you are."
katsuki's cock twitches inside you with every word as you stutter out a quiet "t-thank you."
he lets out a curse under his breath as he drags his cock out, eyes focused on your slick coating him before he slams back in—hips flush to yours.
"you're gonna make him cum," izuku says sweetly, sliding one hand down between your thighs, fingers gentle and warm as they dip past where katsuki's cock is still fucking into you, slow just for a moment so neither of them miss the way you jerk when izuku touches you there—firm pressure pressing into you, brushing past katsuki's cock where it's stretching you out, slick and messy and so tender it makes you cry out.
"that's it," izuku murmurs, thumb catching right over your clit, a teasing flick, "there you go. we've got you."
katsuki groans as he lifts your hips a little more to angle deeper. "shit—" he bites out, "she's squeezin' me so tight."
you sob into the sheets. izuku's hand doesn't let up, while katsuki's pace stutters hard, hips snapping into you.
"keep talkin' to her like that, she's gonna cum. can feel it... keeps clenching every time you talk." katsuki mutters, eyes fixated on his cock glistening every time he pulls back just to hear you beg for more.
izuku just hums, "she wants to," he says, his own fingers coated in your slick as they keep moving slow against your clit now. "she's being so good for you kacchan. letting you fuck her that deep, letting me touch— being so brave, don't you think?"
katsuki drags you back onto him, hard, and it knocks a broken little sob out of your chest. "you hear that, baby?" katsuki grits, leaning in, mouth hot against your spine. "you're our good fuckin' girl, yeah?"
"y-yeah," you gasp, voice trembling as izuku presses a little firmer against your clit. "wanna be good for you both..."
"we know, sweetheart," izuku coos, soft and breathless, curling a little closer to you, nose bumping into your cheek as he presses soft kisses there. "you're doing so good. we know it's a lot."
"is it too much for you?" katsuki mumbles, pressing his own lips against your skin, "or you just like whinin' for us?"
you shake your head fast, fingers fisting tighter into the sheets, "no! don't stop, please... i-i'm gonna—"
"yeah?" he growls, fucking you through it harder. "you gonna cum all over my cock, baby? gonna let me feel it?"
"she's right there," izuku whispers beside you. "let it happen. we've got you."
it hits hard—blinding heat sparking deep and low as your body goes rigid, pussy clenching around katsuki so hard he swears, stutters, and slams in once, choking on a groan as he cums with you.
"fuck— i'm cummin'—" katsuki gasps, forehead dropping to your shoulder as his hips twitch, cock pressing deep and grinding through it as he spills into you in warm thick pulses.
izuku hums beside you, his fingers wet with your release coming up to stroke your thigh, before pressing a kiss to your temple and muttering, "that's it... that's our girl."
katsuki's grip trembles against your hips when he exhales against your skin. chest rising and falling against your back, hands smoothing up and down your sides before he pulls out.
still braced as he drags his cock free—covered in your release, flushed, and still twitching a little. he watches the way your pussy flutters from the loss. watches how wet and ruined you are. how his cum spills out of you, dripping past your thighs and pooling where your legs are still spread.
"fuckin' hell..." katsuki mutters, fingers reaching down to drag through the mess, smiling when your body twitches from the sensitivity.
izuku's fingers are still brushing lightly over your skin. "she looks pretty, huh?"
you try to hide your face in the sheets, body still too shaky to move, still panting—and izuku leans in to press another gentle kiss to your cheek, "did so good for us," he whispers.
"too good," katsuki mutters, rubbing a hand over your ass and squeezing gently, watching another thick drip slide down and groaning under his breath. "fuck, look at this mess..."
your body twitches again at the roughness in his voice, involuntarily, over-sensitive, and izuku just watches it happen—eyes dragging slow between your thighs where katsuki's cum still glistens across your pussy and drips out of you in lazy trails.
he hums, thoughtfully. before shifting closer. lowering himself a little. hands gentle as they slide over your thighs to ease them apart again, despite the way they tremble in protest. despite the soft noise you make when the cool air hits.
katsuki catches the movement from the corner of his eyes and snorts, still breathless, "you're such a fuckin' perv."
izuku just smiles, pretty and flushed and way too focused on the mess. "mhmm," he hums, breath ghosting low, just before he leans in, "i'm just cleaning it up."
you barely have time to register the first warm press of his tongue—slow and gentle, licking a stripe through the slick mess between your thighs of both yours and his best friends' release, the tip of his tongue brushing your clit—before he hums low in his throat, hands tightening around your hips like he's settling in, like he's not stopping until there's nothing left.
a/n a repost from my old & inactive blog eikyuunimain (mariinktg) so if it looks familiar, that's why! likes and reblogs are much appreciated! | mha masterlist
amy pls gimme ur thoughtsbon daichis breeder balls 🥺 i an begging 🥺🥺
You've come to the right nutsack enthusiast bb 💜
what CAN I say about Daichi’s Breeder Balls ™️?
they’re fat. plump. easily each ball is a difficult mouthful, but fuck do you love having them in your mouth. he’s actually a little embarrassed about their size and just how sensitive they are, but the moment you see them the first time you ever suck him off, you outright whine about just how much you want them in your mouth, and it quickly becomes his favorite thing.
he pants and blushes, reclined back against the headboard or the shower wall, watching you swirl your tongue across the tightened skin where they hang heavy and full with his cum before eagerly sucking one fat nut into your mouth to the best of your ability. his lids heavy with lust as you peer up at him past his swollen cock you just drooled all over and stroke with both hands, pulling back slowly from where you’ve been sucking on his sack, dragging it out until his heavy ball pops free from your wet lips. he always jumps a little from the feeling, always bares his teeth and hisses and fists your hair, tugging you closer in your endeavor to give the same treatment to the other. you nuzzle down against his balls like there isn’t any other place you’d rather be. like having his throbbing cock rest on your face and your drool rolling down his thighs and his precum catching in your hair is the best possible way you could spend your time.
and to you, it absolutely is. if you had your way, you would warm his balls in your mouth all fucking day, and it never fails to shoot a shiver of dominant pleasure up Daichi’s spine or drown you in a haze of submission when he gets to have you kneeling between his thighs, humming around his balls and batting long lashes up at him, when you get to gaze up at him past the thick hard curve of his dripping, flushed cock and your wet jaw aching with the stretch of his sack in your mouth, resting heavy across your face and up under your nose.
but his balls aren’t just great to mouth and lick and suck on. they’re fat for a reason, and that reason is to breed. to breed up any pretty hole he can fit his thick cock inside of. Daichi produces so much cum, it always overflows out of you no matter how hard you try to take every drop. it dribbles out of your mouth and down your gulping throat, oozes from your pretty ass after he’s stretched it out on his dick, and is just so, so much for you little needy pussy to keep all of it in, no matter how much you sniffle and tell him that you can take it, that you’ll take all of it for him.
and that’s another thing you both love. how all of him is just a little too much for you to take. you always do, because you’re his good, good girl, even when every part of you chokes on his cock. even when you swear you can take it--and do after a little bit of effort and care--when he finally cums and feels the saccharine relief of emptying those fat balls and everything they have to offer inside of you, it’s always just a little bit too much, leaking out somehow, someway. he thinks its cute how pouty you get about it.
but that’s okay if it spills thick and sticky all over your pretty face, or down your thighs or across his stomach. cuz he knows you’ll do everything you can next time to take him all over again. and who knows? maybe this will be the time it takes 💙
you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.
“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.
“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”
he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.
“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”
“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”
you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”
he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”
as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”
he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.
it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.
“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.
midoriya hates (definitely not) how expressive your eyes are.
Midoriya hates your eyes—no, that sounded misleading. Midoriya hates how expressive your eyes are. How they could convey a lot of wordless sentences, obvious feelings, and resigned thoughts—all are perfectly portrayed through them.
The eyes are the window to the soul or whatever the original author said. Though they never mentioned how the eyes held so much meaning to them.
“And I think it’s—oh, why are you looking at me like that?” Midoriya asked, noticing how you’re looking up at him, brows drawn together. “It’s not a flawless lesson plan.” He frowned softly. “But I think my students really needed the extra credit activity.”
“Izu, I’m not even doing anything.” You smiled cheekily. “I’m just looking at you, love.”
“Yes, well, it’s a bit distracting,” he admitted.
“How am I distracting you?”
“By—” and just like that, Midoriya is once again lost in his train of thought, his ideas wiped clean once his eyes meet yours. It’s maddening, really. He doesn’t know why it happens. It just does.
You’re looking at him like this, like he’s the only one orbiting your attention, and maybe he was. The sentiment sent shivers down his spine, though the feeling wasn’t entirely unwelcome nor unappreciated.
“By?” you prompted, amused.
“...by looking at me.”
You laughed. “Izu, my love, that’s how conversations usually work. Sender encodes the message, receiver decodes it, then provides feedback, preferably with eye contact.”
“I know, I know,” he said, scrubbing a hand on his face. He sighed. “I just… get embarrassed.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, my eyes have seen a lot of yo—”
“Yes, ok, love! That’s enough now.” Midoriya’s face flared bright red. He joined you on the bed, burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide how flustered he was. Though his constant muttering of, “I’m so lucky, I’m so lucky…” was a definite giveaway.
God, he could get lost in your eyes. He probably already had.
