im speed reading some books before theyre due at the library rn but i swear once im done ill post u guys <333 better question is which of the drafts i currently have going do i finish.................
right....... so........ my friend and i were watching more bnha a few days ago....................
s6 spoilers below the cut except its the spoiler everyone knows
right. so. i thought bakugou taking the hit for izu was a s7 thing and when it happened it caught me SO off guard i genuinely screamed and then the episode ended and i was just like :O and then my friend had to gts so i was just left MOURNING
like ik he comes back but IM MOURNING
like. "OH MY GOD KATSUKI HE FUCKING DIEDDDDDD" "well... i gotta go to bed now......" and im over here BAWLING 🥀🥀
kinda cracked me up my bsf is so funny
but. who was gonna tell me it happens this early. /j
.✦ ݁˖ summary: you hate your boyfriend's new car, but katsuki thinks you just need to get to know each other a little more ... personally
+ hickeys, pet names, car sex, brief pussy slapping, cum eating, oral (f!receiving), pwp, katsuki refers to the porsche as his girl once... just trust me, implied kirimina (yeah boohoo)
The restaurant is loud, overlapping conversations, the sounds of cutlery clashing with stained porcelain — it's overwhelming. And so is the feeling of Katsuki fiddling with the hem of your dress.
In all honesty, you're finding it difficult to concentrate. Even as the couple in front of you poke and prod for details about your, not-so-personal lives, your mind can't help but wander to something else…
"So," the redhead starts, twirling pasta around his fork before glancing up at you, "do you like Bakugou's new car?"
Ah, yes — the Porsche.
The newest addition to the list of things Katsuki really didn't need, but bought anyway because he thought it was cool — second only to the five foot All Might figurine currently collecting dust in his office.
Your boyfriend first brought up the idea on a rainy Sunday in your shared home — limbs tangled together, skin stuck to one another as you melt into the rise and fall of his chest. It was a quiet morning — one filled with love making and breakfast in bed.
So, imagine your disdain when Katsuki ruined it with his stupid questions.
"I wanna buy a Porsche" he murmured, voice muffled against your hair, "you're cool with that, right?"
No. No, you weren't.
In fact, you expressed how "uncool" you were with it for two whole hours. Sharp words and even sharper glares thrown at the blonde in hopes it might change his mind.
An argument you were confident he'd back down from when sense was spoken into him by the person he loves most.
"Katsuki, those cars are for players. They're for guys who only think with their dick, or who only want to fuck in said car after they practically bankrupt themselves for it" you huff, shoving open the bathroom with the blonde hot on your tail. "Besides, we don't need it."
"C'mon, princess. You know I'm not like that." he mutters, arms caging you in against the counter as he watches you through the mirror, eyes locked on yours.
A low laugh escapes your lips.
"You're not gonna try to have sex with me in your car? At all?" you question.
There's a beat of silence as you wait for his answer, but the faint blush on his cheeks says enough.
"If you hate it, we'll get rid of it. Just give it two weeks."
You blink, "No sex?"
"… No sex in the car, won't even touch you when we get in there."
But that didn't happen — of course it didn't. In fact, he barely lasted three days before he was going back on his word. There was nothing Katsuki hated more than his two girls not getting along.
So, he did what had to be done.
"'Suki, fuck. Hold on a second-" you whine, nails digging into the orange leather seat as your hips stutter against his tongue. The rough hands that trail over your waist are the only thing that ground you as Katsuki laps at your slit like a starved man.
Every flick of his tongue is addictive, the soaked muscle sucking at your clit before it pokes and prods at your weeping hole. Your moans swallowed by the walls of the Porsche, leaving each sound louder than it should be.
"Feels good, huh?" he asks, as if the tears in your eyes don't say enough. He pulls away from your heat, gracing you with a sharp spank to your clit — nipping at your thighs before peering up at you with a dazed look.
Your jaw goes slack as he trails two fingers along your folds, toying with the slick before bringing it towards his lips. The tight space only makes him feel closer, his voice lower, heavier — as if Katsuki was everywhere at once.
Your hips buck helplessly as you search for the feeling of his fingers pressing inside you — but it never comes. Whining into the stifling heat of the car and fluttering your lashes to glance at the man between your thighs — windows fogging as you catch your breath.
"Kats, please" you grumble, giving light tugs to his hair as you try to guide his face back to your cunt. He only laughs at your feeble attempts, wrapping his, much larger hand around yours and bringing it to his lips.
"You still hate the car, Princess?" he questions, rushing the words out before he's pressing small kisses against your knuckles. Your skin sticks against the leather slightly, a constant reminder of where you were even when you try to ignore it. "Nothing's…changed your mind?"
A loud sigh escapes your lips, head lolling back before its met with the cool, tempered glass of the window.
Stupid fucking car.
"I'll move it to a strong dislike" you quip, shifting your gaze from his, suddenly, intimidating stare.
"You sure? Those nail marks in my seat say otherwise" he teases, trailing his fingers back along your slit before he's easing them inside you. You arch off the seat as much as the space of the car will allow, hips grinding against his tongue as he moves alongside the rhythmic thrusts of his fingers. "Wanna change your answer?"
And did you want to change your answer? Absolutely not. Then Katsuki and the car would win. But was the flick of his tongue making it harder to hold your own? Maybe a little bit.
"Mmm—fuckfuckfuck—yes, please. P-please, Katsuki." you gasp, his fingers only picking up in speed as he wipes his mouth with his free hand — you don't miss the knowing smirk on his face as he watches your body's reaction, the dim interior filled with short bursts of headlights through the tinted windows.
"There we go." he coos, moving up from his spot on the ground to hover over you, thick fingers continuing their assault on your sopping hole.
He smiles against your lips, planting a chaste kiss to them. His fingers coaxing you through your climax, as he whispers against the shell of your ear, "Doesn't it feel good to be honest?"
With the speed of his fingers, the humidity in the car and the way your mind can focus on nothing but him — you swear you see stars. Grinding against the padded leather as you ride out your high on the blonde's fingers.
The soft buzz of his phone cuts through the heated air, the brightness of the screen sending a brief ache to your irises.
He reads the message before he pockets it, already searching for where he discarded your panties not too long ago.
"What's it say?" you question, though it all comes out breathless.
A smirk ghosts on his lips before he speaks, "Eij and Raccoon Eyes will be there in 20" he says, guiding the lace onto your ankles before trailing it up to snap against your thighs. "We better get going"
…
"Hey, did you hear me? I asked what you thought about Bakugou's new whip" Eijiro smiles, giving a quick nudge to his girlfriend before finishing his sentence with a roll of bread between his teeth.
You try to ignore the flurries that creep up your body as Katsuki's fingers trail up your thighs, rubbing soothing circles on the bites he left on your skin mere minutes ago.
"Yeah," you smile, clearing your throat and bringing your glass to your lips. "...I love it."
BONUS!
kirishima: dude, you GOTTA tell me what you did.
kirishima: saw this sweeeet looking red subaru impreza the other day
kirishima: mina is NOT having it...
kirishima: any tips on how you got her to switch up like that?
a/n: i really wanted to give the porsche a name, but i couldn't think of anything ... thank you @kamislop for beta reading for me, i owe you my left labia <3 and thanks @izutwos for helping me with kiri's car 🙂↕️ also this is no shade to the porsche community here // yoohoo @lonelyfooryouonly & @satiiv-a comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! MWAH 💋
sorry for inactivity genuinely havent been on here since i last posted. please ignore any slow replies i'll probably be semi-active over the next few days <3
"katsuki," you giggle, shying away from his nose tickling your neck. "i'm trying to bake."
"mm, you can bake with me here," he rumbles, pressed to your back. you're freshly showered, skin smooth and lotioned, you smell good. he's wrapped himself around you, as close to you as he can possibly get.
"not easily," you grumble, but your chest feels warm.
"doesn't matter. you smell s'fuckin good," he mumbles breathily, in the middle of smelling you.
"i'm glad you like my lotion," you sigh, trying to measure out the sugar despite the way he's restricting your movement.
"you're so—mmm," he trails off into a frustrated groan, squeezing you tightly in his arms. "i think we should go to the bedroom."
your hand grabs his face and playfully shoves him off of you. he goes easily. "kats, i need to bake these cookies for tomorrow. you know i can't."
his brows furrow, lips pout a little. he's a bit flushed, his hair slightly ruffled, pupils dilated. "how long?"
you roll your eyes, turning back to the ingredients on the counter. "i need to chill the dough for at least 30 minutes, and then there's two sheets of cookies which will need to bake for around 10 minutes each. so, an hour?"
you hear him huff behind you. he presses up against you again, lips finding your neck. "you'll be free while it's chilling. 30 minutes is long enough," is all he says. you sigh.
notes -> i think there's a joke to be had here about baking cookies
If this fic seems familiar it is! This is a repost from my old account Ieatwormsyum from now on I will be posting from here!
Izuku
He had been needy and whiny all day so he was going harder than usual. Hips thrusting into you hard and fast while he apologised under his breath. "I'm sorry baby, I need this so bad.. you can take it, I know you can."
When he sees you squirm away up the bed Izuku panics fast, "Shit- are you okay?" When you mumble a quick yes he double checks and then immediately continues the pace just as hard as before. "Then stay- thrust - still !"
Katsuki
Katsuki was always rough with you and you both loved it. He knew you could handle him, sometimes you even wanted it more than him, so he knew if something was wrong you would speak up.
So when you squirm away, whining about it being too much, he knew you were being a baby. He gripped your hips hard and pulled you back down the bed onto his cock. "Fuckin' stay here. Don't you run from me."
Kirishima
If you were to squirm away while Kirishima was fucking you he would look at you with genuine concern. "Too much baby?"
When you told him not to stop, your face blushing and eyes averting his gaze, he couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't meant to be condescending but it felt like it.
"If it feels so good, don't run from it- okay?"
His hands brought you back down to meet his hips flush and you could see his pointed teeth in his grin.
Shoto
feel like Shoto wouldn't even care or necessarily notice that much. He might bring it up afterwards though as you were falling asleep on his chest.
He would end up following you up the bed, hips still jackhammering into you. He followed you until you were at the headboard and couldn't go further and keep you there, pinned under him.
He would feel a little guilty afterwards and give you the sweetest aftercare ever.
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