warnings: +18 content (MDNI), biting, blood knk, slight size knk, mutual msterbΓ‘tion, drooly kirishima, porn w/ not much plot, kirishima come save me, take a shot everytime i say 'pleasure', not proofread i just wrote as i thought abt it
a/n: idk how to feel abt this one, kinda mid so sorry if its unfulfilling LOL. p.s. switched from small text to regular b4 posting so sorry if theres inconsistent formatting!
Kirishima Eijirou is a gentleman to the T. He makes it his job to live up to the name he gave himself, being chivalrous in every aspect. You donβt think youβve ever touched a door in your time being with him, neither pulled out your own chair or got out of the car by yourself. He scans the area before guiding you in with a hand on your lower back and a βladies firstβ. At the first whisper of danger he shields you from whichever way it comes and he has happily got to his knees before you in public to tie your laces or adjust the buckle of your heels. Covering your backside or chest whenever you need to fix your outfit or pick something up, carrying you bridle style if you even mutter of your feet or legs hurting.
He knows your body even better than yourself. The tells you aren't even aware of are like blaring alarms for him. Ejirou knows whether you had a good day and would want to go out for dinner all dressed up or if it was horrible and would want to stay in. If there's a tweaked muscle in your back, or an unwanted thought that reinvites itself into the forefront of your mind. Itβs as if the world weighs down on your back but he is the only one that can see.
You have never dated anyone like him. So attentive, so caring, so selfless and trusting. You must be the luckiest woman alive to be able to call him your husband.
It was just an innocent proposal to share a bath at the end of your day off. Both of you do it often, but tonight seeing him pull his black tee over his hair and revealing his upper body just got you heated. Eijirou is just a wall of strength. Warm-toned skin scattered with scars making the expanse of his body tactile to your palms, wanting to smooth your hands all over him.Β Over all of him.
Within seconds of his shirt being removed from him, one of your hands reaches to faintly drag your nails along his broad back, salivating at the huff he lets out and the ripple of skin that follows.
βBarely even did anything,β You mutter and shove your cheek into his large forearm to peer up at him, βI already want you.β
The two of you hadnβt even bothered to move from the bathroom you shared, now youβre sitting on the very edge of the countertop with your thighs pressing and encapsulating his hips from where Ejirouβs slotted in front of you. He towers above you like this, a hulking figure of pure muscle and kindness.
Entangled in a heated kiss, swapping spit like the coating on each of your tongues was a life elixir, you feel him shift his hips upwards into you. Hands clambering all over each other, yours now reaching up to scratch the nape of his neck, his grasping your waist beneath your rumpled shirt with rough skin.
Your shared breaths mingle together in the already stuffy bathroom, the sound of muted whines and smacking lips over the quiet drip-drip-drip of the tap on the surface of the full bath. It's hard to breathe - the humidity of the room, the millimetres of space between your mouth and his, the way his hips just drag against your center in the most perfect way.
The both of you hadn't even bothered to fully remove your clothes. Eijirou in his tented black boxers and you in your steadily dampening panties. One hand settled on your neck holding you close to his lips, the other gently massaging your left breast and nipple, movement softed by your spit left on his fingers.
A pitched moan escapes you and vibrates against his own kiss-bitten lips as his hard-on nudges perfectly against your clit. Your eyes roll faintly before your softly slapping his broad shoulders.
"Off, c'mon, I need you."
"You sure, baby?" In any other scenerio this would've been a sweet check, one you would've rewarded with a peck to his temple. But now as your horniness is reaching another plane of existence? Your lower belly curls with desperation.
"Yes! God, please, Eiji." You whine.
Head dipping as he chuckles quietly, he wastes no time kicking off his remaining clothes, giving no complaints to pulling yours off too. He relishes in the string of your arousal that follows the fabric, rough hand coming to cup your pussy. The tip of his pointer dips into your folds, smirking as he sees you shudder and feels your stickiness before removing it to tease.
"We've only been kissing, you this wet for me?" His voice is smug and low against the shell of your ear, hand too far from your nerves to provide any pleasure. The fervor from your cunt and his body make it impossible not to reach and try.
With a noise of desperation you cant your hips forwards to his skin, the most sensitive area barely grazing the flesh of his palm. With a groan you toss your head back, eyes closing. Hands gripping the tepid edge of the marble fixture as Eijirou's mouth trailblazes up along the colum of your throat; first with soft pecks before his ring and middle finger finally crawl up along your sopping sex.
A moan catches in your throat as he begins slowly circling your clit, dragging the tips of his fingers with just the right amount of pressure to make your spine shiver in pleasure. You can feel every millimeter of the pads, each ridge of his fingerprint smearing your own wetness over the nerves. Slick, wet, overwhelmed with the different sensations, the walls close in on you but you can't find it in yourself to care.
The points of his shark teeth press against the thin barrier of skin at your neck and you can faintly feel Eijirou finding his own place of esctasy by rubbing the tip of his cock against the plushness of your spread thighs. Within a few shaky breathes you open your eyes to see his reaction, hand coming to wrap around him. He was big in every way - body, heart, stomach and dick. Weighty against your palm, thick and hot as your curl your fingers around it.
You work your hand up-n-down his tanned length, slicking him up with his own pre from pretty rosy tip heavy base. A throaty whine moves through the skin on your neck, the redhead having rested his head in the crook, lazily licking and panting at a single spot where your shoulder meets. His eyes are glossed and pupils wide with lust, lips blushed and parted to match his peachy cheeks.
Eijirou reaches one hand back to your breast to continue his work of pressing and carefully twisting your nipples, his other hand dipping lower to collect more of your slick. Each of his ministrations pulls a sound from deep within, bursts of hot bliss rushing throughout your nerves. A fingertip prods at the enterance to you, a second later a finger breaching slowly and carefully into your body. Each ring of muscle loosens with a massage of his ring finger, tightening before relaxing and letting him in further and further to finally press against the spongey spot inside you.
"Fuck!" You let out, breaking the unknown vow of silence caused by your shared pleasure with an unbridled pitch of your voice, "There, Eiji."
He hums faintly, still content with keeping his head on your shoulder. Without much thought he continues kneading your g-spot, bliss easing up your muscles and making your brain feel airless. The lights shine and reflect the burning of the coil within you. Each press of his finger fufills your want for... well, being filled, and chasing your near high. One of your hands wraps around the loose locks of his hair. A tug gives you a gasp, keeping the constant pressure on the base of his skull makes Eijirou thrust his hips into your hand without care for the rhythm you had been working him at before.
Lips move along your heated skin, spit dragging just as you feel the nibble of Eijirou's teeth. A look into what his mushy-sex-brain had been wanting. Perfect white teeth clamp onto your skin, hitching your voice as you feel a sting to deliciously contrast the sparkling fireworks going on within your body. It sits there, slowly ebbing away as he removes his mouth to smooth his tongue over the circle of indents on your shoulder. The metal spreads across his tastebuds, a breathy moan coming from the very back of his throat when he reaches a squeezing hand to coax a line of scarlet blood down your front.
Eijirou's eyes rolls slightly at the sight, "'M cumming." He pants out, speeding up his digs into your hand.
"Now?" You say, feeling his cock throb in preperation.
"Mhm, now, baby."
With a few more thrusts, Eijirou fully whimpers and groans as he reaches the peak of his pleasure. Your own rolling hips move your thigh beneath his slit, smearing pearly pre and fresh ropes of cum on your leg which cools against the air. All that is heard is the clicks of seperating wettness, pants and moans. Your lungs inhale the sex in the air, only peaking your indulgence more. The body of your husband is a hot, sturdy and grounding, a rock to your bathroom hedonism.
"I'm sorry, so sorry, can't believe I came before you." He sounds utterly devastated, like it would ruin his career. More sloppy kisses to the side of your neck, reddish spit thick on your skin, you feel it as you roll your neck to look at his distant features.
His hand removes itself from within you, making you hiss at the loss of sensation before it's replaced by the movement of Eijirou rubbing the stream of blood against your skin into an orange blur. A kitten-lick to your nipple where you realise it had dripped to. This bastard had measured where to bite to let it drip right where he wanted it to.
You dip your head, catching his sticky lips in yours in open-mouthed kisses, tongue coming over his to taste the tang of your own life etched into the cavern of his mouth. He moans into you, brows pulled taut.
Pulling away, you raise your tacky hand to cup the bottom half of his face, dragging him upright to look into your eyes. Even though he dwarfs you in stature and has to look down, there's a clear lack of dominance swimming in his ruby irises today.
Slightly shaking his jaw you catch his attention, only speaking once his hazy eyes were on yours. "Make it up to me, Eiji."
Your thighs spread and Eijirou's knees drop to the tiled floor, tongue peeking out to lick at his own spend left on your thigh. A droplet reverbarates against the water, basin forgotten for something more enticing.
sometimes i get embarrassed when writing bc i have irl friends on here. seeing them in person after i post is so funny like 'hey did you like my smut about this fictional character?'
beefy! shoto todoroki: who will devour any meal you prepare for him when he gets home from patrol, and he lands a fat kiss on your cheek for doing so. He always goes for seconds and sometimes even thirds depending on how he feels
beefy! shoto todoroki: who will come up to you shirtless with a shirt in his hands and with a quiet voice he goes "love, i'm sorry. I outgrew another shirt... here you go." he will always end up smiling because he knows you'll wear it, but the day he can't fit into his favourite shirt anymore because his muscles got to big he is fucking pissedddd...
beefy! shoto todoroki: who will jump on you when he gets home because he missed you so much, but you end up hitting his back as his weight suffocates you. he is always quick to apologize, "sorry love, i guess i'm not as small as I was a few years ago. hah."
beefy! shoto todoroki: who will fuck you in a nasty mating press as he uses his weight to hold down your legs against your chest as he pounds into you deeper. "f-fuck.. feel how deep I am, love?"
beefy! shoto todoroki: who will feel you staring at him across the room when he is just curling an 100 lbs (45 kg) weight in his hand. he then sets it down when you are humping on his thigh (which has gotten bigger too) like a dog in heat at the sight of him. he always makes sure to put the weight down and eat you out like a mad man. (you need to spread your thighs a lot more then you had to 4 years ago because of how broad his shoulders have gotten)
beefy! shoto todoroki: who fucks you in a nasty headlock when you're showering together. the steamy water falling on you both as he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. his big biceps hold your neck so nicely as shoto leans down and whispers in your ear. "you like how big i've gotten? don't you?"
beefy! shoto todoroki: who's dick has gotten thicker since he's bulked up. almost too big. to the point you're crying fat tears when he's pushing in. his fat tip trying so hard to put past you tight opening. "you can take it... you've been able to take it for so long. what happened, beautiful?" and you're sobbing out. "t-too big!! ngh!"
beefy! shoto todoroki: who becomes a massive teddy bear after sex. pampering you up and down from head to toe. he carries you like you weigh nothing all the way to your shared bathroom. no matter how tired he may be after you pounced on him for 4 rounds. he always makes sure he uses his heat to make you feel warm, warm enough to fall asleep on him in the tub. afterwards he places you both in bed, with you resting on his muscular chest as you snore peacefully.
beefy! shoto todoroki: who loves how big he's gotten because you love ho big he's gotten
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aint nothing better then a big beefy man am I right?
grinding on fem!bakugou's lap until she's just a mess -- cheeks over-red and breaths coming in short, stitching gasps, but she's got her fingers curled into fists at her side because you told her not to touch, and by god, she wants to listen, but -- it's so hard when you're rocking over her like this -- and she just knows her boxer shorts are already soaked through, the damp material sticking uncomfortably to her thighs as she tries to stop her hips from kicking up to chase after the friction.
"f-fuckin' damnit -- just -- lemme -- shit --"
you bury your face in her shoulder, whine against her skin, half-blissed out from the way you can feel her muscles tense, half giddy with the knowledge that you're the only person who can get her to look like this -- so debauched, her short hair even more messy than usual, her eyes glazed over and molten with want.
"fuck fuck fuck fuck!" she swears, sparks skittering across the floor from her fingertips; her biceps strain as she fights to keep her hands at her sides, to keep them from gravitating towards your hips, where they'd usually be by now -- if only she could get to her strap she'd have you screaming her name in seconds. the thought sends a full-body shudder through her and coaxes a rough groan from her lips.
"yeah? feel good?" you ask, slowing the movement of your hips to an excruciating roll.
bakugou musters up a glare the best she can, biting her lip so hard you almost giggle.
"no --" she huffs, though the blush eating into her cheeks would truly beg to differ, "just -- fuck -- lemme touch you -- please holy shit --"
you laugh, leaning up to press a quick kiss to her cheek.
"fine, fine, you did say the magic word..."
her hands are on you quicker than you can gasp, and you're being hauled bodily towards the bed.
"ka-katsuki! i wasn't -- done!" you squeak as she tosses you onto the mattress.
her smirk is nothing short of feral as she crawls up to cage you in, tugging her tank off with one hand and pinning your hip down with the other, a manic gleam in her eyes.
'a drag path' but it's fics with tags like dabi is a todoroki, midoriya's dad is AFO, denki as the traitor, ground zero/mindjack and a graduation where there isn't a war.
"I ha- have go to go to this meeting," Semiu says, however there isn't much conviction in her words.
The woman below you is dishevelled and utterly weakened. Your hands rake along her warming body with delicious pressure. Her lipbalm is smudged against your lips as well, glasses wonky as she sits with her shoulderblades to the headboard, slumped and letting you kiss her dizzy.
Swapping spit like you need it to survive the day, you give her barely any time to breath, to speak, to think. You bring your nails to drag down the front of her chest under the shirt you unzipped rapidly, her perfume filling the air around you intoxicatingly. She whines as you stop your movements to smooth over her nipples, bringing your mouth down from hers to splatter her neck in bites and spit-covered kisses.
"I think they'll be fine without you," She lets out a clawing whimper as you teethe at the junctions between her shoulder and neck, "They have to be."
She moans deeply, guttural from a cavity within as you continue to grind down onto her thigh, cunt bare and dripping. Semiu wanted nothing more than to reach out and grasp at your body undernearth your nightgown but she fears that if she does she wouldn't get up from the bed for the rest of the day. Instead, she settles them on the plush of your hips, vaguely guiding you press against her leg. It's taking all her strength not to give in and take over entirely.
She has a meeting at 10 o'clock, her eyes are so focused on you pulling a strap of your nightgown down to notice that it was 9:25.
"Can't leave looking this hot, to think you tried to leave without waking me." You tut as if you're disiplining her for doing her job.
"I wear this everyday, hun."
"You do, and it's hot everyday," Your breath hitches as you catch your clit perfectly against her thigh, "I struggle with not calling you just to moan in your ear."
Semiu's composure is slipping and you know that. The back-and-forth push of your hips becoming stronger from her hold is the tell. The soft silk of your gown is lifting under her fingertips, nails ghosting the flesh of your waist that press into you each time you go forwards. There's the clicking of your folds against her skin between your breathy moans, making her own pussy quiver and drool.
You lean into her again, solidyfing your hold on her shoulders as you suck another hickey on her mahogany skin. The zip of her top is just barely keeping the sides together, wrestling against your wandering hands and you continue to press her hardening nipples, a warm bolt of arousal making the woman moan into your hair. Your face follows, lowering to take her left breast into your mouth. Tongue swirling and lapping at her to try increase her enjoyment too.
Her composure slips, brows pinching together as she slightly shifts her leg upwards. At this angle and after tensing her leg, the amount that your nerves presses against her is increased. The sudden action makes you gasp and release her tit from your pursed lips, resting your cheek against her chest as her hands force you to speed up.
"This is what you wanted, yeah?" She says cockily, but you can still hear the way her words are breathy.
Through your moans of debauchary you slip your hands into her panties, belt undone and trousers dropped to the floor with a clang. Smoothing your hand into the material, you dip and drag your fingertips through her fold to circle her clit, driven by the noises of want that the she lets out. The tendons in her thigh clench impossibly more at your touch, her hands on your hips gripping into the flesh through your gown.
Semiu searches for your lips with barely open eyelids, capturing yours to consume them with feverish pecks and tongue-tangling kisses. You continue to rub circles and infinity symbols against her, all the while she continues to let you get off with her leg. The slick sounds of your hands speeding up echo around the room, the ruffle of both your clothes nearly overcoming it.
"Needy- ah - as hell, aren't y-you?" Semiu lets out between smothering your swelling lips, "Fuck, I can't even go to work now."
"'M sorry, just can't stop myself." A loud whine, "So pretty, so hot, I love you - s'good and I just can't stop-" Semiu cuts off your babbling before she spends too long deciphering what you're saying to take in the moment.
She can feel the trail of your arousal against her skin, faintly see it glisten sepia from the string lights you insisted to hang up. So badly she wants to lift you up and place your pussy on her face and to tug yours between her own legs. But for now she cradles your head into her neck and lets you teethe away at her skin until it blooms, shoving your hips to-and-fro to drag your cunt against her skin.
Your fingers speed up against her, another just slowly dipping into her pussy, drawing a low groan from her as she bucks her hips up slightly, jolting you as she does so. Raising your face you once again capture her lips in a sloppy, uneven kiss, flushed and panting. Hair frazzled and frizzy from the humidity that has accumulated within the four walls of the room, the friction from the headboard behind her, Semiu swears if she was die right now she would be happy.
Your hips stutter, drags becoming shorters and quicker as your moans pick up in tone and frequency. Your climax is on the horizon just an inch away, you want to reach your hand out and grasp it but instead stick to digging your nails of your free hand into the woman's shoulders. Shocks of pleasure burst on your puffy clit like fizzing stars as desperation leads you whining into her hot mouth. Spit drips from the corner of your mouth and leads on from hers like a promise.
Semiu feels your own movements against her clit pause for a moment before speeding up desperately.
"Wan' you to cum too," You let out, high-pitched.
She knows you can't focus on her in this state, dragged too far and deep into your own need. All is forgiven as you fingers lazily pump in and out of her, all consumed by your oncoming high.
It's as if you acsended the milisecond she pushed you even further down on the muscle of her thick thigh, the burn of yours is forgotten entirely as you throw your head back with the ebbing euphoria that filters through you like liquid lightening. Tightening around nothing you moan loudly, uncaring for if anyone is walking past. Glowing golden stars fill your vision, a hand lifitng from your hip to the back of your neck and gently scratching to try ground you.
It works, but only after your legs finish trembling and your drooling against her neck, dribbling down the swell of her breast. It's like being pressed against the warmth of her skin revitalises you, now recentred and still horny. Semiu doesn't care much, instead she slips the gusset of her panties to the side and taps your cheek. Her other hand climbs under your satin gown and lifts it off your shoulders, beginning to tease your own hardened nipples.
"You gonna finish this?" The honey-eyed woman speaks, a mildly demanding tone reaching you through your peak which left cotton in your ears.
Without even a groan of protest, you leave a sole kiss to her jutting collarbone before shuffling around on the bed, pulling her further down it for better access. Making show of pressing your torso against the rumpled sheets and your ass in the air, she huffs a laugh as your trail your lips from her chest, down her ribs, along her stomach and carefully above the hood of her most sensitive place.
Looking up at her, you subtly sway your hips before her, "I thought you had to go?"
You know Katsuki more intimately than anyone else.
warnings: NSFW - smut (18+), sub!bakugo x dom!reader, oral (f!recieving), faceriding, rough/manhandling(?), leg grinding/humping, a single slap, swearing, does this count as ooc?, not proof read.
a/n: feel like this is pretty mid, but i clearly got a thing for cocky guys being pathetic cus i wrote this in like 20 minutes
β Katsuki Bakugo is needy and pathetic at heart. His heroic demeanour might oppose that, but this is a direct contrast. Itβs raw, it's intimate and itβs beautiful.
He's kneeling before you, arms reaching up to grip your hips with enough force that you know he's there but not so much to push the thin boundary you've set for him. Fully bare before you besides the black Calvin Klein branded boxers that do nothing to hide his hard-on, Katsuki's breaths press gently on your skin, faintly quelling the goosebumps that are rising on it. Clad in your dress for the Hero Gala - short, frame-clinging and backless - the blonde could barely control himself in the building.
There was humour in having all his associates and friends in the room, having them congratulate him on his dominating persona and the achievements he has gotten as Dynamight, knowing that when the two of you were getting home he would be exactly like this. This was Katsuki.
Katsuki shows his trust by letting you take control, relinquishing his with full faith that you know what he wants and have his best interests at heart. After a long, arduous day of shouting orders and stressing about the best way to go about saving people, he wants nothing more than to be able to turn his brain off.
This is just what he needs. Letting you make the orders, to tell him what to do.
Curtains and blinds open, you fumble into the bedroom without even bothering to turn on a light. The brightness of the city just barely scrapes along your bodies, carving your features out and chiseling Katsuki's form. Orange rays show your actions, mingling with the watered-down silver of the moonlight. It's late, far past midnight, and you had just returned home, barely making it through the door, your husband's hand still warm on your upper leg where it rested the full car ride.
You run your fingers through his hair, brushing out the small cast of gel he puts on it to get it in the signature explosion-style. Everything about him was quick and volatile; he's fast to get before you and there's always so little to cause it.
Katsuki hums against the skin of your thighs as you cascade your fingers along his scalp before trailing your deft fingers to clutch at his chin. Angling him to look up at you, he's pliant as you take in his expression. Even with all the scarring along his sun-kissed flesh, the strawberry flush across his cheeks and tips of his ears, the upwards tilt in his pointed brows, most importantly the look of absolute pleading in his cherry irises.
"What is it?" Your voice is like a soothing mixture that washes over him, falling even deeper into submission. His embarrassment and pride left at the door of your shared bedroom.
"Please," He mumbles and you can feel the sounds reverberate onto the skin of your thigh, "Let me..."
Your grip tightens just enough to unhinge his jaw and gape his mouth just the slightest bit. The breathing from his nose now comes out in pants, your nails digging into his cheeks just enough to make a twinge of pain filter through him, straight to his cock.
You tilt your head, still looking down at him, "Let you what? Use your words, you know this."
"Let me..." He gasps as you use your other hand to tug at his hair, the sensation rolling in his gut and setting his nerves alight, "Let me use my mouth, eat you out. Please, please?"
A feeling of relief and gratefulness washes over him as you smile down at him, eyes practically lighting up like Christmas lights. You give him permission, lifting the hem of your dress just above your hips, displaying the lacy pair thong you picked for that night. It's as if you knew that this was going to happen (you did) and wanted to torture him (again, you did).
Like a starving man, Katsuki leans upwards and his fingertips curl underneath the waistband to drag them away from your body, but a hit of your hand to his face stops him. It's correctional, not to punish or harm - there's no sting afterwards, no intent on hurting him. His hands quickly shoot away as he looks back to you for direction.
"You said you want to use your mouth."
For a moment he wonders what you mean, almost groaning out and going to give up. His tongue wets his lips as he pushes even further up, large hands now cupping your waist as he encloses his teeth around the material, quickly glancing up at you. Your approval looks back at him and he feels a sense of accomplishment, a jolt sent down to where his dick is still restrained.
Within seconds your underwear is bunched on the floor by your feet, the next Katsuki is lapping and exploring and flicking his tongue between your folds. A reward for keeping his hands to himself all night, a moan escapes you as he slips his tongue into your cunt. One thing you can always trust is that Katsuki will give it all he can every time.
Towering over him, you keep your hands tangled in his golden hair to stabilise yourself, to control the speed and intensity just how you want. Still in your dress, Katsuki's hands ball and curl to bring his knuckles up your sides to land on your ribcage just below your breasts. Every intake of air, every gasp and hum and pant he can feel underneath his fingertips. It's a connection he's always craved, no matter if the cloth is between you too. He can feel the heat of your skin and the way you're reacting to his ministrations beyond the increasing wetness of his spit and your arousal.
You whine out as his tongue flattens and swirls around your clit, bursts of pleasure spreading upwards from the nerves to your stomach. His arms support you as your legs threaten to give out, another toil of pleasure almost spilling over. His tongue then follows downwards to prod at your opening, nose nudging your hood and small puffs of air. It's comfortably overwhelming, you gently pull on his hair to hold him still as you begin to rock your hips against the bottom half of his face.
"'s thi' good?" You feel him ask more than hear, the syllables working as a vibration against you to only make you moan out his name instead.
Through gasps and sounds of your juices spreading along his face, you muster up enough focus to reply, "Mhm, perfect, ju-just sit there, yeah? Grind on my leg if you want, baby."
He takes you up on your offer, finally giving some friction to his cock without removing his clothes. The pure neglect and sudden reprieve was enough to make him near his peak. You can feel his thick thighs shuffling so he can straddle your left leg, desperately pressing his hard-on against the warm flesh of your calf and to the curve of your ankle.
Katsuki continues to press his tongue into you, to shove and press against your clit, to lap up your juice as if it was going to save him from every ailment he will ever get. His heart is racing, you can feel so from where his neck angles against your inner thigh. There's a combination of his drool and your arousal over your pussy from the man trying to capture everything he can. The springs of pleasure within you are being pressed, so close to being released in a wave you simply cannot wait for.
You're forever grateful for Katsuki letting you be selfish, letting you ride his face for however long you needed or wanted. He would die happily here, between your legs and drinking you up. If he hadn't told you so before you would know by now. Back arching, your sounds echo into the ceiling of his topstory penthouse.
βPerfect for me,β You gasp as his tongue hits just right, βFuck, βSuki. Make me cum, yeah?β
Katsuki only whines in response, still busy working you with his tongue.
With your moans reaching a peak and the curling within you tangling, your sounds pitch up as you climax. Katsuki's hands sit on your hips now, gripping you intensely as he just as strongly glides his tongue all over your twitching pussy to get everything you give him. His spit dribbles down his cheeks and chin and clings to the inside of your thighs, his own whimpers and groans and muffled thanks coming from him. It's blinding and overwhelming, making you screw your eyes shut as ebbs of euphoria make your limbs slack and joints relax. The throngs of pure satisfaction all build you up to the point you're seeing stars.
Katsuki's own release comes not soon after, rutting helplessly against your leg like a mutt. Your hands unclench from the strands on his scalp, relaxing to run through his hair soothingly as his own wave crashes over him. His cum leaks through the material of his boxers, slickening your leg. When he's content with your climax he removes his face from your to rest against you. Lips red and glistening, face splattered with your cum, he huffs against you and presses a gentle kiss to your clit.
"Thank you," He mutters, panting as he lifts your sticky leg to rest against his shoulder, supporting you with his hands on your hips as you stand on one leg. His tongue escapes his rubbed-raw lips to press against the trail he left, licking up his own contentment and swallowing, "Thank you, honey."
Your own breathing is laboured but a stark and calm difference to what is was before. Placing your leg on the floor once again, you step backwards to sit on the edge of the bed.
Hands reaching to slip out of the neck strap of your dress, your voice has an amused lilt to it, "Surely you didn't think that was it?"
"No, of course I didn't." His charming, tilted smile crosses his face as he stands to his full height, standing before you as you reach for his waistband.
