❥ i love & plan on writing most for attack on titan, one piece, and chainsaw man. the more i fall back in love with shows, the more content there will be!
❥ some of my work can err on the darker themes, but i will always put proper warnings beforehand!
❥ i do not, and will not, ever write about or for minors. everyone i write for will either be an established adult in canon or a timeskipped version of themselves (ie, msby bokuto, pro-hero shoto, etc)
What happens in private is supposed to stay private. Izuku thought he was being careful with the videos of him and his secret girlfriend. He was wrong. One accidental click from a friend, and the secret is officially out.
To the rest of the world, and especially to his friends from his U.A. days, Pro Hero Deku was an open book. Izuku Midoriya was the earnest, hardworking, painfully polite Number One Hero who still got flustered when people complimented him too much. His friends assumed he was entirely focused on his career, too busy saving the world to even think about dating.
They had absolutely no idea you existed.
For two years, you had been Izuku’s best-kept secret. It wasn't that he was ashamed of you—he was fiercely protective. With his status, any public relationship would put a massive target on your back. But keeping you hidden also gave him something else: a private world where he didn't have to be the world's savior. With you, he could just be a man. A very possessive, intensely passionate man that his friends wouldn't even recognize.
The secret finally unraveled on a lazy Friday evening.
A group of the old Class 1-A heroes had gathered in the agency lounge. Izuku had handed his unlocked phone to Denki to show him a video of a new support item he was testing, before stepping out of the room to grab a drink.
Denki watched the video, but when he went to close the app, his thumb slipped. He accidentally opened Izuku’s photo gallery, swiping right past the main camera roll and landing on a hidden, password-protected folder. Except, Izuku had forgotten to lock it before handing the phone over.
"Hey, what's this?" Denki muttered, leaning over next to Mina and Kirishima.
Mina’s eyes lit up with gossip. "Ooo, Midoriya's secret files? Open it!"
They expected boring hero analysis notes or blurry pictures of All Might. Instead, the screen populated with hundreds of photos of a girl they had never seen before. It was you.
The first few rows were devastatingly sweet. A selfie of you wearing Izuku’s oversized hero hoodie, completely swallowing your frame. A candid shot of Izuku kissing your cheek while you laughed, his freckled face glowing with absolute adoration. A picture of the two of you tangled up in blankets, fast asleep on his chest.
"Whoa... Midoriya has a girlfriend?!" Kirishima gasped, his jaw dropping.
"And she’s gorgeous! Why wouldn't he tell us?" Mina squealed, aggressively scrolling further down the folder to see more.
But as her thumb swiped down, the aesthetic of the album drastically shifted. The bright, sunny selfies disappeared, replaced by dark, heavy-lidded thumbnails taken late at night. The smiles were gone, replaced by flushed skin, messy hair, and dark bruises blooming along your collarbones.
Denki gulped. "Uh, Mina... maybe we should stop—"
It was too late. Mina’s finger accidentally (or not)tapped on a thumbnail with a play button, and the video immediately went full screen, the volume blaring into the quiet lounge.
It was a video Izuku had recorded himself. The camera angle was shaky, held in his massive, scarred right hand, pointing down at the bed. The friends froze in absolute, paralyzed shock. On the screen, Izuku’s broad, muscular chest was heaving with sweat, pinning you firmly to the mattress. His usually sweet, bright green eyes were dark, predatory, and burning with a heavy lust they had never seen.
But it was the audio that made them all instantly blush.
"Look at the camera, baby," Izuku’s voice purred from the speakers. It didn't sound like Deku. It was an octave deeper, rough and commanding, vibrating with raw dominance. "Let them see how perfectly you take me. Tell me who you belong to."
In the video, a soft, breathy moan escaped your lips as Izuku’s hips shifted heavily against you.
"What the fuck?!" Bakugo yelled from the couch, his red eyes wide.
The lounge door suddenly swung open.
Izuku stepped into the room, two sodas in his hands. He froze. The sound of his own ragged, dirty praise was echoing off the walls of the lounge. His eyes dropped to the phone in Denki’s shaking hand.
For a split second, the freckled hero looked like a deer in the headlights. His face flushed a deep, violent crimson. But as he looked at the shocked faces of his friends staring at the screen, the embarrassment vanished, immediately replaced by a dark, simmering possessiveness.
Izuku set the drinks down calmly. Green lightning sparked dangerously around his wrists as he walked over, snatched the phone out of Denki’s hand, and locked the screen with a sharp click.
"I think that's enough," Izuku said, his voice dropping into that exact same, terrifyingly low register they had just heard on the video. He looked around the room, his eyes hard and unyielding. "You didn't see anything. Understand?"
Nobody dared to say a word. Izuku turned on his heel and walked right out of the building.
Thirty minutes later, you were lounging on the couch in your shared apartment, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts, completely oblivious to the chaos. You heard the front door unlock, but before you could even say hello, Izuku was crossing the living room in long, aggressive strides.
“Izuku? You're home ear—"
He didn't let you finish. He grabbed you by the waist, hauling you off the couch and pressing you firmly back against the wall. His lips crashed into yours, completely devouring your mouth. The kiss was desperate, bruising, and tasted like absolute possession. His large, heavily scarred hands slid under the hem of his t-shirt, gripping your bare hips so tightly it sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.
"Izuku... wait," you gasped against his lips, breathless. "What's wrong? What happened?"
He pulled back just an inch, his chest heaving against yours. His green eyes were completely dilated, burning with a frantic, heated energy.
"They saw," he breathed out, his voice thick and rough.
"Saw what?"
"My phone. Denki opened the locked folder. They saw the pictures of you. They saw... the videos."
Your heart stopped. Your entire face flooded with heat as the realization set in. "Oh my god... Izuku, they saw us doing—"
"I know," he growled, cutting you off, his grip on your hips tightening. "I hated it. I hated that they were looking at you. I wanted to break the phone in half." He leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "But god, baby... at the same time, it drove me completely crazy."
"Crazy?" you whimpered as his hands slid higher, brushing against your sides.
"Knowing they heard you begging for me," he confessed, a dark, heavy smirk playing on his lips as he ground his hips into yours, letting you feel exactly how fired up the whole ordeal had made him. "Knowing that they all realize exactly who you belong to now. They know the Number One Hero loses his fucking mind over you."
He didn't give you time to process the embarrassment. Izuku picked you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you toward the bedroom.
"They only got a tiny glimpse," Izuku whispered darkly against your ear, tossing you onto the center of the bed and instantly crawling over you, trapping you beneath his heavy, solid frame. "Now I'm going to show you exactly what they couldn't see."
bite your tongue (but i bite mine more) part three
It’s a complicated situation with an easy solution. You and Katsuki were both hopelessly in love with a taken Izuku, so you use each other to distract yourselves. Why can’t things ever go to plan?
mdni! tw : unhealthy coping mechanisms, toxic situationships, college au, mentions of weed smoking. katsuki bakugo x f!reader 3.4k words
previous part
When you wake up the next day, you find yourself in Bakugo's arms. He's pressed against your back, strong arms wrapped around you. With his shirt on your body, you felt his very prominent muscles through the thin fabric. No alarms pulled you awake, just a wave of nausea and a strong desire to be home. But you can't deny how relaxing it was to lie here and pretend like this was normal. Pulling yourself gently from his grasp, you look behind you at the blond, sleeping serenely. You were almost jealous.
Kirishima had post-it notes on his desk. As you pull your skirt back up your hips, you consider it. But who are you kidding? What would you even leave? The man's had your number for a year now. Maybe something cheeky - Thanks for great sex? Sorry that you have to wash the sheets? See you next time?
You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head at yourself. He wasn't a stranger. This is Bakugo, for fuck's sake. If he saw you having this mental discussion, he'd probably make fun of you and rush you out of the room.
Gathering your items, you shove your clothing into your purse before relenting and taking a sticky note. Not one for Katsuki, though - One for Kirishima.
E,
thanks for the pants. i might return them later. xo
You sign the bottom of the note with a shitty drawing of a cherry.
Chancing one last glimpse at the sleeping blond, you sigh and slip out of the door.
There are tons of drunk people spilled everywhere; They're on the floor, the couches, the hallways. You grimace as you step over a guy sleeping on the stairs. His neck is not gonna be thanking him when he wakes up.
Luckily for you, your Uber driver knows how to read a room and doesn't force you into awkward conversation. The small sounds from the radio lull you into relaxation as you rest your head on the window. What a night. You were exhausted, but your brain was wired. Nothing about last night felt real to you. Had it not been for your sore thighs and Katsuki's shirt on your frame, you might've thought you'd dreamed the entire thing up.
The car eventually pulls onto your crackled old cobblestone street, and you gather yourself together. You needed to lie down in your bed; Whether sleep followed or not would be up to fate.
You didn't really need to shower, but your body steers itself into your bathroom. The steam makes you feel better. It was calming; quiet in your mind for once.
You let the hot water release the tension from your body. Better. When you slip out of the shower, your step falters when you see Katsuki's shirt on your bathroom floor.
It's comfortable. It's big. It's so accessible.
You pull the shirt over your head and slip on some pajama pants you left on your bed.
You fall asleep. You don't wake up until a few hours later, head pounding. Grimacing, you check your phone; You missed a few notifications.
One from the group chat, a selfie from Mina, Kiri, and Denki at lunch. Another from Izuku, asking if you got home safe. And finally, one from Mina in a private message this time.
(10:52 AM) From pinky <3
can we talk?
You exhale sharply through your nose, feeling a spike of pain. You didn't want to deal with this, but you knew logically you'd have to eventually.
(12:17 PM) To pinky <3
okay. come over
Right as you hit send, your phone starts vibrating with a FaceTime notification from… Bakugo?
You look at yourself in the camera, taking in your sleepy eyes and messy hair. Bakugo's never FaceTimed you before, at least not one-on-one. The only times you've seen him in a call was in group settings, and even so, he'd usually have his camera off or facing the ceiling. Maybe this was important.
You slide the answer button.
Before you could even say hello, he was already talking.
"You're still in bed?" He's walking somewhere, eyes sweeping back and forth between you and the street around him.
You scoff at the audacity. "Well, good morning to you, too."
"It's noon." He replies, not looking at you.
You feel your headache worsen. "Why are you calling me?"
"Well, a few reasons. One, I cannot believe you left in the middle of the fuckin' night, you maniac." His eyes flicker at you. "Two— Is that my shirt?" He cuts himself off. It looks like he isn't moving as quickly anymore, genuinely taking time to study you.
Fuck. You forgot.
"I haven't changed yet," You snapped. An obvious lie.
"Your hair is wet." He counters.
"I'm going to hang up on you," You threaten, finger already hovering over the button.
"Alright, alright. I just wanted to make sure you got home okay," He relents, continuing his pace. "This is the first sign of life you've shown since leaving in an Uber at a random fuckin' hour."
"How affectionate of you, Bakugo. Was it that good?" You tease, enjoying the rise you get out of him. He's so easy to frustrate.
He scoffs as he looks at the screen. "Don't be dense. I needed to make sure the woman I just had sex with twelve hours ago isn't gonna be in the news today."
You roll your eyes at this. "Well, I'm fine, thank you for checking." Your response is curt, to the point.
He looks down at the camera again. "Yeah, I can see that," He grunts. "You look real cozy,"
You grin, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, I don't know if you're getting this shirt back," You admit, sinking deeper into the sheets.
"Keep it," He replies. As if it's nothing.
You bite your lip to stifle a smile. "I'll think about it."
His lips quirk up in an almost-smile before he pushes a door open. "Alright, I gotta go. Wait, you going to Mina's tonight?"
"Uh-" You're cut off by a knock on your front door. "Maybe," You reply, getting out of bed.
"Alright, I might see you later,"
"Okay, bye," You rush out, reaching a hand for the doorknob.
The door opens to reveal a disheveled Mina. She pushes into the door. "Was that Bakugo?" She asks, not bothering with a greeting.
Your eyes widen. "What are you talking about?"
She narrows her eyes at you. "Never mind. Let me restart," She sighs out. "I'm sorry. I should've told you. But to be honest, I didn't even really know. But I should've told you I had an inkling, and I'm sorry that I didn't. I just hate the thought of you separating yourself from the group because that's not fair to you at all, especially because they've already been arguing so much, so who knows how long it's gonna last; If you separate from the group now just for them to break it off in a day, I'm gonna be pissed!" She finally exhales, plopping down onto your couch. "Sorry, that was a lot. I had to get that off my chest."
You sit across from her, staring as you take it all in. You finally sigh and debate your next words carefully. "Look, it sucks that you hid something from me. I don't want you to think of me as some fragile thing that can't handle the truth," You begin. "I wouldn't ghost the group," The words came out sharply. "I just needed some time to myself recently, that's all. Besides, I know now, and everything worked out just fine yesterday." You finish off, considering spilling about Bakugo. "Wait, did you say they're arguing?"
Mina flashes her wide eyes at you in exaggerated annoyance. "They were supposed to come out to brunch with us, but they started arguing about something in the parking lot."
Your eyebrows furrow. They seemed so… normal last night. Sweet, even. "About what?"
"Girl, I don't know!" She throws her hands up, exasperated, sinking into the cushions. "They were being so hush-hush about it all."
You furrow your eyebrows, looking at the ground. "That's weird," You start. "They seemed so normal last night."
"You saw them again?" A studying gaze falls onto her face.
"Yeah, briefly. I ran into them, um— I was grabbing a drink-" You cut yourself off. "Okay, look, I need to tell you something. Wait- did Kirishima say anything?"
Her eyebrows knit together. "About what?"
You blink at her. This reaction, compared to the one you saw last night, was genuine. You sigh. "Okay. Me and Bakugo had sex last night. " You rip the band-aid off.
"What?!"
"Well, we may or may not have made out— um. And a little more, in the kitchen. And then we fucked later that night," You rush out.
"Holy fuck. Twice?" She sits forward. "That good?"
You nod, eyes wide. "Yes. That good. But we got interrupted because Izuku walked in." You finish, racing through the words at the end.
"He what?! Did he see?"
You grimace at the memory. "I don't know," You sigh. "Bakugo was blocking me with his body; I couldn't see. And then when we walked out, the three of us talked for a second, and then Ochaco walked in," Her eyes widened again. "And she definitely knows w- I have a thing for him." Your heart leaps at your near mistake. "So that was pretty fucking awkward."
"So how did you and Bakugo end up together?"
You shrug. "It kinda just happened. We were both drunk, neither of us wanted to be there, we talked in the kitchen, and then one thing led to another, and… yeah…" You half lied. Bakugo's feelings were not your skeletons to take out of the closet.
"Ya'know, I always noticed Bakugo hangs around you more than anyone else. I mean, he was so hung up over Izuku that I didn't know if he was -"
"Wait, what?" Your eyes widen.
Mina whines, smacking her hand on her head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm an idiot. Don't tell anyone I-"
"You know?" You pressed, feeling relieved that you didn't have to half lie anymore.
"You know? Well- actually that makes sense." She snaps her fingers together, thinking. "That's why you guys fucked." A moment passes before she settles. "So, what's happening between the two of you?"
"It isn't anything serious. He told me last night after eavesdropping on me. But it's just sex," You shrug.
Her eyes flicker down to the too-big shirt on your body. "You know you have my support in everything you do," She starts. "But just be careful."
Tilting your head to the side, you wonder aloud. "Why?"
She pulls her mouth into a tight line. "Babe, this situation is messy as fuck. Just be careful, that's all. Like, know what you really want."
"It doesn't have to be that serious. Bakugo and I already talked about it; it's just us using each other to blow off some steam."
"Right, and if Izuku miraculously came to you tomorrow and said he wanted to take you out, what would you do?" She pushes.
You look at her as if she's grown two heads. "That hypothetical is insane because it's not gonna happen,"
"But if it did." She doesn't give up. "Would you give yourself what you've been craving for a year? Or would whatever thing you have going on with Katsuki get in the way?"
You look at your hands. This is stupid. What does that matter? Izuku is with Ochaco now. But, what would you do? It's not like you owe Katsuki anything. But what a disservice that would be. You think back to his empty gaze staring at the ceiling. His stony face as he stared at her hand on Izuku's bicep. And then you remember the green-eyed man's text this morning. The way his hands gripped your hips as he steadied you.
You sighed, shaking your head. "I don't know. But I don't need to know. Izuku is dating someone else, and I'm forcing myself to get over that fact."
"But they're not." Mina finally drops on you.
You jerk up. "What do you mean, they're not?"
"They're not dating. Denki asked Shoto this morning. They're not dating."
You feel your stomach flip. "What the fuck, I heard them! They were talking about it in the hallway as I was walking out of the bathroom. They kissed!"
"Sure, but so what? You fucked Bakugo, are you dating?" She crosses her arms. "Shoto said they're 'talking'" She speaks in air quotes. "Whatever that means. But Cherry," She pleads. "They didn't even make it into the restaurant with us," She bites her lip, as if pondering whether or not to say her next line. "When they were arguing, I heard your name."
It feels as if the air in the room is sucked out through a vacuum. You just stare at her, information slow to process. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, pretty fuckin' sure. Your real name. Not Cherry," She explains.
You blow air out of your cheeks. No one really calls you that. Mina doesn't even call you by your real name, and she's your best friend. "What the fuck," You mumble to yourself.
She looks at you, pursing her lips together. "Come to mine tonight. Feel it out. Bakugo's going, but I don't think Izuku and Ochaco are gonna make it," You hum, thinking about it. You really just wanted a peaceful night. "Nothing crazy! Everyone's still nursing a headache. We're just taking it easy, maybe playing some video games, smoke a little. Way smaller group this time, since Kiri's not throwing it," She continues.
"I'll think about it," You promise.
The two of you stare at each other for a minute. "I'm sorry," She sighs. "I never want you to be mad at me again. That was awful."
You exhale a laugh through your nose. "It's fine. Apparently, there was nothing to hide," You explain. "I was just drunk and embarrassed, and you caught me literally, like, five seconds after I found out, and yeah," You mumble, feeling dejected.
"I love you," She grins her pearly white teeth at you, and you can't help but laugh.
"I love you too, Pinky,"
"So, are you gonna explain why you're wearing Bakugo's shirt?" She cuts to the point.
You look down at yourself. "It's comfy?" You offer meekly. It really is. One hundred percent cotton blend. She laughs, rolling her eyes. "Honestly? I do like Bakugo," You start. "But both of us are kinda just going with the flow. It just feels nice to be around someone sometimes. Less lonely,"
She hums, nodding. She doesn't prod anymore after that. "Alright, well. I have to go start cleaning before tonight. Wanna come? Me and Kiri are gonna run to the store to snack prep up,"
You stretch, yawning. "Fine. But only because I didn't get to see you much yesterday."
She squeals, clapping her hands together. "If you hate it and want to come home before, I'll drop you off before it starts!" She promises.
It doesn't take you long to get ready, but Mina doesn't rush you this time. She lies on your bed, swinging her legs as the two of you catch up. "I can't believe Bakugo's good at sex!" She snorts. "I mean, he's always been pretty private. He doesn't bring any girls around, even just around the guys and me," She rambles. Her, Katsuki, Kaminari, and Eijiro were all close-knit. You being best friends with Eijiro and Mina kinda forged your path into their little group.
"Mina," You sigh out, pausing the movement of your mascara wand. "Maybe the best I've ever had." You declare dramatically.
She cackles. "Good for him! Well, good for you, I guess I should say." She wags her eyebrows at you.
You two giggle and continue an easy conversation amongst yourselves. You keep the outfit light and easy, leggings and a pullover sweater.
The ride over is filled with giggles and singing along to your favorite songs. You bite your lip as you look over at her long pink hair waving in the wind from the open windows. You felt genuinely happy. All the stress was already melting off you. Mina has that impact on people.
When she pulls into her apartment, Kiri's car is already there. He opens the door, stepping out. "Cherry!" He grins, throwing his arms open. "Cherry, Cherry, baby!" He sings, hugging you tight. He pulls away, meeting your eyes. He says it all without saying anything.
You give him a small nod and a genuine smile. He grins and smacks your back.
"Cherry!! We didn't know you were coming!" Denki cheers, stepping out of the backseat of the car. He pulls you into a hug, and you return it lovingly.
"What is this, Ei's your Uber today?" You joke lightly.
"Nah, I never get passenger princess. That's reserved," He explains, rolling his eyes.
The passenger door opens, blond hair peeking out. Your eyes widen in surprise. "Hey, Bakugo," You greet coolly.
"Thought you'd be sleeping for a few more hours," He greets, walking up to you. "Looks like you finally changed," His voice drops to where only you could hear it.
You laugh, punching his arm lightly. "What, disappointed?"
He rakes his eyes over you before leaning down to speak into your ear. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll see you in it again soon, yeah?"
You smirk at him. "Addicted, huh?"
His lips quirk up. "Somethin' like that."
"Whose car are we taking?" Mina interrupts, walking up to the two of you.
"Mine is still on," Kiri shrugs, opening the door already. Mina shrugs, helping herself to the passenger seat.
Well, this is awkward.
"Cherry, get in the middle, I can't see over the guys' big heads," Kiri calls out of the window. You giggle, settling in.
Kirishima's backseat is big. It suddenly feels way less big, however, once Kaminari and Katsuki both settle in at the same time.
Your thighs press against theirs. You awkwardly squirm, trying to find a comfortable position for your shoulders.
Kirishima honks the horn as he calls out, "Seatbelts!"
Your seatbelt hides behind Katsuki's broad frame. "Excuse me, Incredible Hulk," you jest, reaching behind his bicep.
"Oh, sorry," He moves his arm dramatically, flexing as he does.
You and Kaminari burst into laughter, the tension melting away.
Thank God it wasn't awkward around Bakugo. The phone call earlier helped a lot. Now, you find yourself wondering why you never made an effort to get closer to him before last night.
With a group as big as yours, it was normal for some people not to be as close with each other. It wasn't that you didn't like him; you just spent more time with the others. His standoffish personality didn't exactly help, though it never bothered you very much. You recognized it for what it was: a thinly veiled shield against voyeuristic eyes from his vulnerabilities. You understood him in that sense.
The desire to hide behind a persona, a falsehood. It made it easier to never be misunderstood.
The ride didn't take long. The five of you stocked up on snacks, giggling amongst yourselves. It was fun, and so easy for a minute to let everything else slip away.
You're browsing the ice cream section when Denki slings an arm around your shoulder. "Ya'know Cherry, Sero's coming later, too," The blond starts. "You gonna spark with us?"
You consider it. "Maybe," you beam a smile at him. "I'll get a bigger-sized ice cream, then," you mumble, swapping the options out.
Denki cheers, jumping on Kiri's back.
"You're gonna get us kicked out!" The redhead laughs, almost knocked into the cart completely.
The backseat feels infinitely more cramped with the additions of the bags, but it feels leagues more comfortable. You all sing along to the radio and laugh amongst yourselves all the way back to Mina's.
You have so much fun that you forget you ever wanted to go home.
he loves spit. goes insane for it. him spitting on people? fuck yea. people spitting on him? fuck yea.
he's not picky. he doesn't consider himself particularly submissive or dominant. mostly because he loves it all. whatever the other person is down for? he's game.
but his head gets a little dizzy when it's wet and gross. yeah, yeah, he's a weirdo. he knows that. he doesn't care.
so yea, he's gonna stretch u out nicely on his fingers. and hes gonna do it well because he's a god at fingering. so sure, he doesn't need to spit on it before he puts it in, but the way she twitches so cutely at him, obviously he's gonna spit on it.
and when you're riding it later and drop a glob of spit into his mouth, he has to hold you down by your hips so make sure he doesn't come on the spot.
omg i need more wlw content with mina and fem reader so bad like im genuinely begging for it
mina.... mina.......
sfw
dating mina would literally be so fun. even though she's the domineering one in the relationship, she still loves pretty things. so you guys get to go to the mall and pick each other cute outfits <333
sometimes you guys do each other's hair!! she puts extra care into learning & knowing how to style your hair for you because she loves treating you like her little barbie doll
her fans LOVEEE you omfg. u guys do that couples challenge where you guys do each other's makeup & the comments eat it up
matching pjs? obviously. and trust & believe shes taking selfies to upload online.
she takes care of you a lot, makes sure you're good. bksq can get kinda wild in their adventures, but she always does check-ins with you to make sure you're having a fun time (you always are)
she smells like vanilla. except her lips! she wears berry scented lipgloss hehe
& she always layers her lotions and oils when she gets out of the shower with her expensive products. sometimes when you're feeling lazy & don't wanna moisturize post-shower, she'll lay you down and massage you instead
nsfw
oh boy.
this woman is an eater. like fr. don't get me wrong, she will never complain when you return the favor, but she needs to taste you or else she'll literally die
commanding, in a sweet way. "you're making me feel so good, baby! right there, don't stop, okay?"
when she sits on your face... oh my goodness. she takes exactly what she wants, using your hair to guide you right where you need to be.
loves when u grab her ass, and thank god, because have u seen it? she's an ass girl herself, too. when you wear those matching pj sets and they're shorts? she has a hand on you the entire night.
sex literally lasts for hours. she has wicked stamina. and her gf is so cute can u blame her! but when you guys start to get a little tired after the first hour, she brings the box of toys out of the closet. oh yea, you're not going anywhere.
you guys have a double ended toy that ends up with both of you in tears, whining and pawing at each other. that one usually only comes out when she's feeling excruciatingly needy.
yall know those "x can't handle allat" memes? that's me. i cannot handle it. i would die. in bliss.
want both kiri and kats to slap it on my face and tongue
hehe.
they do not believe in taking turns. and they’re both so mean when they tease. polar opposites, kirishima’s cruel praise, in comparison to katsuki being straight up nasty.
kiri & his “you’re making us feel so good, sweetheart” “i love this slutty little mouth”
vs kats & his “you fucking love this don’t you” “one wasn’t enough for you, huh?”
taking turns on your throat, spitting at you, slapping your cheekbones with their hardness, laughing at your whines.
and don’t worry, they return the favor. they share everything, even when it comes to finding out how good you taste.
he would let himself go a little after a few years of retiring from hero work because he is obviously more tired and old, but don’t get me wrong, he would still be incredibly built and BEEFY, which is perfect to manhandle you and ruin your holes
mmmfph. retired dynamight..
his layer of abs softened…. but still pudgy with muscle mmmmf oh my GOD!
and he meets a woman younger than he’d usually go for, but she’s refreshing and he doesn’t immediately dislike her which is more than he can say for most people your age.
and god she tests his fuckin stamina in a way that really lights a match to the ember in his ego . he finds that energy back in himself like he’s in his older 20s again when you tease him about being an old man.
sure, maybe he’s getting up there. but when he fucks, he fucks using all the knowledge he gained in his years of experience. shit, he’d been fucking for longer than you’ve been alive.
look. hot take. i LOVE uncut. it does something to me for some reason.
and u’d be so intimidated at first if uve never been with someone uncut before and he’s just all giggly and euphoric teaching u exactly how to touch him. he gets to shape u into his perfect girl bc he gets to give u all the blueprints on how to touch him just right. RAHHH
hiiii namiiii what r ur thoughts on kats / kiri + a thicker woman :p
oh dear.
i genuinely headcanon them as men who LOVES chubby/thicker women. you have so much to grab on they fucking love it.
you’re genuinely never insecure with them around, they pick you up like nothing, parade you like you’re the rarest of diamonds, will defend you from anything and everything.
i can definitely picture kiri groping your plush tits & katsuki pinning your legs to your head while they spitroast you
do you think katsuki shaves or not… also how big is he?
hmmmm...
well i think he keeps it neat, for sure. he takes so much care into his physical appearance that he'd have his schedule down to when he shaves.
how big is he? dawg.
that man is massive. like stupidly so. like when he shoots a pro mag cover for calvin klein, they have to cup him before they take the pictures to get them past censorship. there's a reason he has such a big ego.
but tbh i dont think he'd be one of those guys who were super annoying about it which is even hotter. like yea, he has a big dick. obviously. so what? what matters is that he knows how to use it. and oh boy, does he.
so yea he's long, and yea he stretches you out around him when he puts it in, but don't forget he's also a god at the hip work too.
katsuki’s so gentle with you in the public eye, holds your hand, kisses your forehead softly…
but he’s genuinely a freak at home, any kinks you can think of, he has it. 🤗
cw : rough sex
when it comes to you, he doesn't fuck around with the public. you're not used to the spotlight, so he needs to keep a protective arm around your waist, always stands right behind you, opens your doors for you to make sure no one is standing too close. plus, with all those losers on the internet who think they can say whatever they want behind a screen, it's a great opportunity to show you off. it's his way of saying "this is my hot ass woman on my arm." and all the women who gossip over your appearance (or worse, the men that thirst over your pictures. he's gotten banned a few times over that already.) so of course, everyone assumes he's the perfect gentleman. tiktoks go viral romanticizing your relationship, putting dynamight into this perfect golden halo where he's mean to everyone except for you.
but when you get home and you finally slip your heels off your feet, you have about five seconds to brace yourself before he's pushing you against the door. because when you two are here together, he's not dynamight. he's katsuki. your katsuki.
so he manhandles u around & treats you like you're nothing; a stark difference to the man he just was on the date you guys just came back from. treating you like a princess? he's fucking you like he hates you, holding you down by your hips as he drills into you from behind. and you love it. your usually caring boyfriend can't pretend to be sweet if he tried when he's like this, hand tangled in your hair as he treats your mouth as his own personal toy.
