deaf!bakugou who is a sadist and who happens to loooove eating pussy but adored softly biting and sucking your clit until it doubles in size— but when you get ‘too loud’ he just turns the hearing aid off and tilts his head when he sees your tear stricken face.
“you dick, i was telling you i was coming!”
“im glad you came.” he devilishly grins. “feel good?”
“yes but-“ you grumble, slightly groaning when his breath leaves your bundle of nerves. “you said youd eat my pussy, not abuse it.”
“never said i had to hear you.” he shrugs, licking his lips as he smirks.
Fuck, I saw that comment about a reader lactating while Bakugou sucks on them, got me all kinds of turned on.
i assume this ask is in relation to my reblog under this fic!
hellooo, my first anon!!! thank you for the ask!! i wasn’t expecting one ever but i HAD to write my thoughts down for you. we’re in this together. katsuki will always be an ass man to me, but he also knows how to appreciate and love on some TITS!
katsuki loves tits and loves sucking on tits. It’s his favourite pass time (apart from eating pussy). if you’re cuddling, EXPECT him to dip down to suckle at your nipples. during sex, he loves watching them bounce in his face, always managing to catch a nipple between his greedy lips; they will be swollen and sensitive by the time he’s done with you, your breasts littered with his marks.
so now that you’re lactating, constantly complaining of your tits aching and full and heavy, katsuki naturally wants to help. what man would he be if he couldn’t help his girl?
“I got ya, baby,” he’s already kissing down your sternum, leaving faint, wet trails of spit along your skin as he nudges his nose against your tender breasts, inhaling your addictive scent.
you hadn’t pumped today, a mistake that had now left your breasts feeling painfully full. the warmth of his mouth around your nipple brings immediate relief, his large hand moving to cup your breast, kneading as he encourages milk flow. the first sweet spurt of milk against his awaiting tongue has a groan tumbling from his lips, suckling eagerly for more whilst his hand moves to tweak at your other nipple, nub peaked and begging for his attention as you tug at the soft strands of his hair, egging him on with your sweet moans in his ear.
katsuki can’t help but rut his hips up from your saccharine taste, like honey on his tongue as his clothed cock begins to grow and twitch, strained within its confines as he greedily gulps down every burst of milk, pearly white streams spilling down his chin messily. he grinds his hips in a slow, almost torturous rhythm—teasing, leaving your pussy throbbing for his cock.
his eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown and glowing under the thin ray of moonlight peering through the bedroom curtain as he tilts his head up to meet your own haze-filled eyes, parting from your now puffy nipple with a lewd, wet pop as he laps up the spilled milk.
“lemme make you a mommy again.”
i got a bit carried away with this drabble but i had so much fun writing this and i love tit sucker katsuki!! and thank you again for the ask, anon hehe
also, i hated writing mommy because i’m british but writing mummy just did not look good 💔
Munch Katsuki headcanons that got taken down on tiktok !! MDNI
he 100% is a certified MUNCH and he is a BEAST when it comes to eating you out. he puts his ALLLLL into eating pussy.
he probably prefers to have you on your back to fully eat you out better and to get into every part of it. he wants his face to be as deep in your pussy as possible.
zero warm up. no kitten licks. the second the panties are off he gets to work. he doesn't come back up for air until he himself is done eating, which is usually a while.
he groans into your pussy like it's the greatest thing he's ever eaten. doesn't talk much during it because he gets very concentrated, but loooves making vibrations against your clit to make you squirm.
messy and shameless as FUCK. he does not care if his entire face is drenched in your juices. he will drag orgasm after orgasm out of you and will make you squirt too. he WANTS it all over him.
likes to edge you when he feels mean. brings you right to the edge with the right flicks and pushes of his fingers and tongue and then pulls away while cooing about "not yet, you come when I say." he will do this 3-4 times and when he lets you come it's HEAVENLY.
really really loves when you ride his face. he will make you sit down with your full body weight and keep you there until he feels satisfied. sometimes he comes untouched just from having you on his face.
ALWAYS uses 2-3 fingers and the tongue at the same time.
he marks your inner thighs with hickeys and bite marks almost every single time, sits back and admires his handiwork like the cocky little shit he is.
king of overstimulation. he does not care if you have already come more then three times. he does not care if your running from it, you WILL give him another one.
will eat it until your clit is sore and your swollen from how long he's had his mouth on you.
a/n: every time he's rude to his mom i lose a year off my life
cw: fluff, grumpy katsuki cus when is he not
The front door to the Bakugo household burst open with its usual intense energy. You clutched the strap of your bag a little tighter as Katsuki dragged you inside by the wrist, his calloused hand warm and insistent.
“Oi, we’re here!” he barked, kicking off his shoes with more force than necessary. “I brought someone! Come say hi,” he dropped his voice, “Or don’t.”
Your heart hammered. This was supposed to happen eventually. But, Katsuki being Katsuki meant no warning text, no hey, mind if I bring my girlfriend over, just a casual ‘come on, dumbass’ after patrol, and suddenly you were standing in his house.
His mom appeared from the kitchen like a storm front, wiping her hands on a towel. Her sharp eyes - identical to her son’s - widened when they landed on you, then narrowed at Katsuki.
“Katsuki! You bring your girlfriend home and don’t even text me first?! I look like I just crawled out of a villain fight!” She gestured at her casual house clothes, then turned to you with a bright, slightly frazzled smile. “You must be the one he’s been muttering about. Come in, come in! I’m Mitsuki. Ignore my idiot son’s lack of manners.”
Masaru waved at you from his place at the dining table, “Welcome. We’ve heard… bits and pieces.”
You bowed politely, cheeks warm, “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m sorry for the surprise visit-”
“Surprise?” Mitsuki cut in, rounding on Katsuki, “Someone has the audacity to drag his girlfriend over unannounced like I run a damn hotel! I haven’t even started dinner properly!”
Katsuki stepped in front of you slightly, bucking up to his mother out of habit, “For fuck’s sake, woman! I don’t bring her home, you get mad at me, and when I do you get mad too! Cut me some slack, you old hag-”
“Katsuki Bakugo.”
The whole room stilled in an instant with the snap of your voice - the only sounds coming from the worn A/C unit and the birds outside. Masaru hid a growing smile behind his cup of coffee. Mitsuki didn’t bother to mask the look on her face - first shock, to fondness when she looked at you, then an expectant look back at Katsuki.
Katsuki, for what it was worth, was stiff. Frozen in place - shoulders high and tense - looking like he’d rather be fighting All for One than turn to face you.
You gave him approximately two seconds before flipping him around yourself, one hand pointing a finger in his face, the other twisted in his shirt collar. “You will speak to your mother with grace, or so help me God I’ll make sure you have no choice but to crawl back home.”
His face twisted, “But, she-”
“No,” you spun him back around to face Mitsuki - who was sporting a small smirk, arms crossed, “Apologize.”
He gestured to Mitsuki, looking at you over his shoulder, “Babe, she knows I don’t mean it- Hey-!”
You stepped to his side, grabbed his ear, and pulled, voice laced with venom as you growled at him, “Apologize to her. Now.”
He clenched his jaw, but made no move out of your grasp - hunched over almost halfway. He glared at his mother, words coming through gritted teeth, with an edge of sarcasm you knew you could never fully sand away, “Sorry. Or whatever.”
Mitsuki opened her mouth to speak, but before she could you tightened your grip, making him wince, “Try again. Like you mean it.”
You heard him grumble under his breath, eyes squeezing shut in frustration for a moment before sighing deeply, “...I’m sorry, Mom.”
You beamed - kissing his cheek, smoothing his shirt and letting him go all at once, “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Mitsuki burst out laughing, a loud, triumphant sound that filled the house, “Holy shit, she’s got you whipped already! I love her.” She wiped a tear from her eye, then pulled you into a fierce hug. “You’re staying for dinner. No arguments.”
Katsuki rubbed his ear, glaring daggers at the floor, “Tch. Whatever.”
You pinched his side lightly, “Watch your tone. That’s your mother you’re speaking to.”
He stiffened but bit back whatever retort was brewing. Masaru hid his grin behind his coffee mug.
The evening settled into a surprisingly warm rhythm. In the kitchen, Mitsuki kept up a steady stream of stories about Katsuki’s childhood while you helped chop vegetables. Every time Katsuki tried to snap at his mom - “Stop running your mouth, hag” - you’d shoot him a warning look or tug his sleeve.
“Try again,” you murmured the second time, voice low but firm.
He exhaled through his nose, jaw tight, “…Can you pass the salt. Please.”
Mitsuki’s eyebrows shot up, but she handed it over with a smirk, “Well damn. Miracles do happen.”
Dinner was lively. Katsuki sat glued to your side, his knee pressed against yours under the table like a silent claim. When he started to bark at his mother about her overcooked rice, you cleared your throat pointedly.
He caught himself, snapping his jaw shut mid-sentence, cheeks flushing. “It’s… fine,” he grumbled instead.
You smiled and squeezed his hand. His ears went red, but he didn’t pull away.
After the meal, while Mitsuki and Masaru cleared plates (insisting the ‘lovebirds’ relax), Katsuki hauled you upstairs to his room. The second the door clicked shut, he crowded you against it, forehead dropping to yours.
“You’re such a pain,” he muttered, but there was no real heat in it - only fond exasperation. “Making me act all polite like some damn extra.”
You cupped his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks, “She’s your mom, Katsuki. She deserves respect. I’m not letting you talk to her like that, not in front of me.”
He groaned but leaned into your touch, “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” His voice softened, almost shy, “…Thanks. For handling my dumb ass.”
You kissed him slow and sweet, feeling the tension melt from his shoulders. When you pulled back, he was smiling softly - a small, crooked thing meant only for you.
Downstairs, Mitsuki’s laughter echoed up the stairs. Katsuki rolled his eyes but laced his fingers with yours, “Guess you’re stuck with all of us now.”
⊹₊˚. VALENTINE’S DAY 2025 — aphrodisiacs are both a curse and a blessing. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo.
⟡ getting hit by a villain’s quirk right before valentine’s day was not something you’d planned to do. somehow, the effects of the quirk end up being an early gift and also a curse.
fat tears race down izuku’s face, his hands grasping weakly at the sheets with each dizzying bounce of your ass onto his thighs. an hour has passed, spent in different positions around the house with less than five minute breaks in between—but no matter how many times you cum, the glowy pink ring around your irises doesn’t go away.
“too much, ‘s too much,” he slurs, words running into each other and becoming jumbled nonsense. “baby, i can’t, not anymore—shit! ‘m empty now, and it h-hurts so bad.”
“hurts?” you parrot disbelievingly, too deep under the spell to feel the burn in your thighs. “‘zuku, know what hurts?”
“no, i know,” he sobs, balls squeezing painfully as the familiar pressure returns to his cock. it’s familiar, but it’s not the same; there’s no cum involved, he’s been drained too dry to give you anything. “l-last time, please. i need a minute to, ngh, relax.”
it hurts. izuku’s cock is practically purple with overstimulation, but he’s too entranced to pull you off himself. when you’d arrived home, tugging at his belt and babbling about what had happened, izuku took a moment to consider if he had any notes on something like this.
villains with these types of quirks have always been rare, and it’s just his luck that one popped up before valentine’s day.
the couch groans from the combination of movement and weight on it, yawning with wear. izuku has never underestimated your strength or sex drive, but this . . you’re bouncy, and he’s wondering if the villain’s quirk enhanced your stamina too.
in a startling display of affection, you grab at his jaw and kiss away his tears, cooing sweet, sensual nothings into his ear. your voice is smooth when you tell him how good he’s doing, how sexy he looks when he’s whining so sweetly. just when he’s thinking it can’t get any better, you hit him where he’s weakest with a sultry murmur of want you to put a baby in me, izuku.
flustered, he can’t help but let out a squeal when you nip at his neck, kissing over previous bites and smatterings of freckles.
“do what you want with me,” he surrenders, verdant green eyes meeting your own. “hah, if that’s what you want, jus’ use me. fuck me, baby.”
BAKUGO KATSUKI.
⟡ you have the misfortune of tracking a villain with japan’s number one hero, the all too explosive dynamight. everything completely unravels during the confrontation, when katsuki’s rushing forward to deliver the final blow. the dastardly villain releases a thick, noxious smoke that fills the air with a sickening sweetness — despite all the coughing and hacking, he manages to subdue the villain until the police arrive, but you never make it back to the agency to regroup.
ridiculous, is all you can think as you’re being folded in half in the back of a company car that’s sneakily wedged in an alleyway. katsuki’s not-so-gentle teeth nip at the tender skin of your thighs, and he doesn’t think twice about the marks that are sure to show up by tomorrow.
“d-deeper, katsuki,” you writhe against the seats, too handsy for his liking. “please, it’s not deep eno—”
“shut it,” he grunts, scowling down at you. his usual expression doesn’t quite have the same effect it usually does, since it’s been mellowed out by the villain’s aphrodisiac like quirk. “don’t you dare tell me how to fuck, got it?”
a bratty huff escapes you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed. “i wouldn’t have to if you’d just do it right. oh, but who am i to judge the number one?”
a vein bulges from his forehead as he listens, crimson eyes seething silently while you continue to lay it on thick. “i guess dynamight can fuck however he wants, even if it’s subpar—”
in an instant, katsuki’s hand is on your throat and applying just enough pressure to force out a gasp from you. that teasing and talking back worked—now he’s really about to come undone, show you just how strong the number one pro can really be.
“can’t take that back now, can you? if you think you can insult me and order me around, oh,” katsuki grinds his teeth, pressing your knees into your chest without taking a moment to appreciate the pretty moan that leaves you. “fuck, you’ve got another thing coming. shut your mouth.”
“make me.”
he can’t seem to recall a time where he’s ever been this turned on—that aphrodisiac quirk’s got nothing on the way you talk to him, challenge him in a way that nobody has before.
katsuki draws his hips back, slow and deliberate in each movement. you were right, he wasn’t giving you his all; but now, he will, and he won’t stop until you eat your words. deeper? harder? faster? if that’s what you’re asking for, he’ll give it to you.
you watch breathlessly, mesmerized by the frustrated scrunch of his face, all because he can’t stop replaying your words in his head. a harsh slap to your clit snaps you out of your daze the moment it lands, stinging terribly.
“let’s work up to that, alright? you’re going to—”
“what if i don’t, katsuki?” you tip your chin up at him, looking down your nose at him. “then what?”
another slap, this time with a little more strength behind it. he disregards everything you just said, getting ready to give you an explosive orgasm you’ll have to work hard for.
“that’s what. now, let’s try that again—you’ll be good and count each slap, unless you want me to spank this slutty pussy raw,” satisfied by the responding clench of your cunt, he arches a brow and smirks. “your choice, brat.”
TODOROKI SHOTO.
⟡ with a new, unstable virus spreading rapidly through japan, scientists are racing to develop a cure. it seems to act like the standard flu, but it affects quirk users differently—shoto ends up with an unusual kind of fever.
“ah, ‘m cumming, sho,” cum squirts from your pussy like a waterfall, and everything’s so overwhelming that you unintentionally push his cock out. “good, ‘s so fucking good.”
sweat coats his face, clinging to the rough scar on shoto’s left side. panting, he sucks in a breath, grasping around for his swollen cock.
“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks once his tip slides through your sticky folds and makes your back jolt off the bed, “it’s just—shit, it’s not enough.”
“a-again? i, hah, don’t know if that’s a good—”
shoto shakes his head, shivering as a thin layer of frost appears on his right cheek; it sparkles brilliantly before melting into droplets of water that drip from his jaw. “i’m still burning up,” it’s completely out of bounds, but the low rasp of his sickly voice scratches an itch in your brain. “see, lovey? can’t even use my quirk to fix it.”
a sigh escapes you, and you spread your trembly thighs one more time. “i might be too tired to drive you to the hospital after this,” you warn.
“i know, but baby,” gratefully, shoto pushes forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. his warm hand settles on your lower belly to add some pressure, gearing you up for another explosive orgasm. “i don’t wanna be like this when we go to the hospital.”
he flushes darkly with embarrassment, and the mental image of a tortured shoto rutting into a hospital bed as waves of the fever’s severe effects overwhelm him is enough to make you soften.
once he starts to thrust, developing a rhythm that would put your own fingers to shame, his mouth drops open and he’s babbling incoherently. “ . . always so fucking hot around you, baby. i-it’s not my fault you’re so—haa, shit—so perfect, making me burn up whenever you’re not looking.”
and because being this deep inside you is as close as he can get to heaven, shoto sees no reason to hold back on the honest praise. he’s always been a little shy to express himself during sex, mouth drying up whenever he tries to say something rather dirty, but not now. since his brain is being fried by the heat at the moment, he won’t feel any embarrassment.
“sho, right there,” a breath is punched out of your lungs, and your nails scratch at his shoulders each time his tip kisses your sweet spot. “oh god, ‘m gonna make a mess again!”
his cock twitches and he moans your name, only egging you on. “can’t wait to taste it, darling.”
you fall off the edge, his words serving as the final push. euphoria curls through you, cresting like a wave until the sensitivity becomes too much, bringing you back to earth. abs clenching, shoto pulls out to cover your stomach in white.
in an instant, shoto’s temperature drops. quietly, he shivers against you, huffing into your neck.
“i want to stay like this before we leave.”
“you’ve got ice forming rapidly on your back, sho.”
“it’ll melt if i’m cuddling with you . . could you also rub my back? maybe i just need to sleep it off.”
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.
⟡ eijirou listened to you specifically tell him NOT to eat the wrapped cookies you had in the fridge and when you left, he did exactly that.
“babe, baby, you feel so good,” cum races down his fingers in creamy rivulets, puddling at the base of his cock. caught up in his fantasy, eijirou flicks his wrist faster, hoping with all his heart to imitate the hot squeeze of your cunt. “s-so pretty when you take me, always so fuckin’ beautiful.”
his voice cracks just as the door opens, and your purse falls to the floor. your boyfriend is spread out on the bed, flushed feverishly and gasping out your name like he’s delirious—it would be the perfect scene to come home to if you didn’t spot two torn cookie wrappers near him.
“eijirou,” you speak his name lowly, catching his eyes and raising a brow. he’s not sure if he should feel awkward or turned on because of your scolding tone, so he just swallows dryly and looks toward you with hooded eyes. “already forgot the speech i gave you? why’d you eat the cookies?”
shame creeps up his neck and makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. grasping for a response, eijirou decides to question you right back. “why’d you have sex cookies in the fridge?”
“they were a surprise for valentine’s!”
oh.
now he really feels dumb for spoiling your plans. perhaps if he hadn’t been so hungry, so greedy, he wouldn’t be embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze.
but the feeling doesn’t last long—your tough face drops into something more sultry: doe eyes and an upturned quirk of your lips that’s sure to finish him.
the mattress sinks under your weight, and you scoot beside him with a self satisfied smile. it’s small and quiet, but a voice in the back of his head tells him maybe you wanted this to happen; you certainly don’t look too upset about it.
“no way, baby,” a hiss escapes him when you slap his cum-stained hand away from his cock, instead choosing to replace them with your own. “am i dreaming? mrs. red riot, are you—”
his narration throws you off, and you choke just kissing his tip. you know eijirou’s surprised and eternally grateful, but damn. “mr. red riot, you’d be quiet if you wanted me to.”
“sorry,” he says earnestly, tensing up to hide the fact that he’s shaking like a leaf when you finally take him in your mouth. “i’ve just—” he inhales sharply as you slowly, torturously take him inch by inch. “i’ve been waiting s-so long for you to come home, babe.”
you swallow, throat squeezing tight around his cock, and eijirou’s clean hand flies to the back of your head, hovering precariously. “i’m crazy about you, all day every day, and the cookies made it worse. ‘m sorry for spoiling the surprise, i didn’t mean to—haa, w-what’re you doing to me? oh, you’re gonna make me—”
it doesn’t take long for obscene slurps and occasional gags to fill the room as you suck eijirou’s cock, spoiling him with each languid bob of your head. it’s too much, and the tension grows thicker in his gut, setting his insides ablaze with anticipation.
he’s hurtling toward his high, jerking his hips up and shamelessly preparing to fill up your throat this quickly—but then, you push yourself off of him. a shudder ripples through his body, and he throws you a pained, wide eyed look.
“why’d you..? baby?”
you motion for him to lay on his back, and he can see the gears in your head turning behind a wicked smile. “might as well draw it out, hm?”
“you’re gonna milk me?”
he’s so cute . .
you want to see him crying.
you hum, “only until you’re begging for me to stop.”
KAMINARI DENKI, ft. SERO HANTA
⟡ an undercover sting at a mysterious village with your work partners doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. the village, out in the far country, has been reported as the one place with the highest levels of quirk activity in japan. little did you know about the fact that this place is home to infectious pollen that makes its way into people via the air, or about its temporary effects on people . .
“what the fuck,” you moan, vision blurry between their faces and intermittent flashes of light. “there’s no way it’s from a plant, it can’t be—”
hanta’s tongue darts out to lick the salt away from his upper lip, and he points a finger toward a passage in the encyclopedia. “the symptoms are, ngh, the same.”
one of your hands works denki’s cock while the other shakily flips through an encyclopedia of germs and the like; hanta’s buried to the hilt inside of you, tan cheeks flushed with exertion.
“can’t you just read after?” denki unhelpfully suggests, blinking back a few tears while sparks of electricity fly off from his blond hair. “let’s just fix—yeah, baby, jus’ like that—fix the problem now and figure it out later.”
“shut it, denks,” hanta rolls his eyes, rocking his hips into you. despite the fact that the three of you are totally naked and in the middle of some kind of threesome, you’re researching what apparently caused this surge of uncontrollable arousal.
things began not long after you arrived in the village, where everything had looked unsuspecting and normal. surely there was a villain lurking around somewhere . . ? why else would there be so much unusual activity, enough to alert the authorities?
“look, they f-found something similar in america,” hanta’s voice wavers uncharacteristically, his own high racing through him with such intensity he doubles over.
“forget about the book,” denki’s begging while pressing dazed kisses to your tits, one hand tossing the book aside and slipping between your trembling thighs. “c’mon, babe. show us what you look like when you cum.”
perhaps this is something to be selfish about — when will an opportunity to fuck your hot coworkers come around again? hanta’s everything you’ve been daydreaming about, with a muscular physique sharp enough to have been cut from stone. denki’s just as attractive, though his features are softer, the result of his constant snacking while on the job or in the agency.
hanta nods in assent, already trailing over the edge. “want you to gush all over me, baby.”
thrashing under denki’s fingers, it momentarily occurs to you that maybe they’re a little too experienced. neither of them were concerned with a threesome when it was suggested, and there’s no mistakes in their almost synchronized movements.
just watching your eyes flutter and roll back is enough to make denki cum with a moan of your name as his cock sprays white. hanta’s pupils probably dilate a hundred times their size at the erotic sight, and his hips begin to stutter as heat races up his spine.
denki, shaking profusely, musters his voice and maintains his hurried pace. “g-good girl, go on ‘n let it out.”
since stepping foot into the village and inhaling that damn pollen, the pro hero’s been getting realistic flashes of thoughts he’s kept locked away for some time. you, on your knees, looking up at him like you’re ready to do more than just please. you, with your pretty eyes full of tears as you lose your mind beneath him.
an orgasm stronger than the lustful effects of any aphrodisiac tears through you, and your cunt bears down so hard it forces out hanta’s own high as well. with all his might, he tries to resist the surge of weakness that hits him and fails—he collapses on top of you, hugging you closely and burying his face in your neck.
loosely, your jaw hangs open and breathy gasps leave your mouth. denki’s sparking with electricity beside you and simultaneously struggling to get it under control. a single yellow spark flies off his body and mildly electrocutes hanta, snapping him back to reality. he jerks against you, sounding exhausted.
“uh. so, um, what’re we supposed to report when we get back?”
TAKAMI KEIGO.
⟡ bless his heart. for valentine’s, he decides to be a silk heart-shaped box of japan’s most expensive chocolate for you. he’d been so focused on finding your favorite flavors along with new ones that he didn’t even realize that he’d purchased sex chocolate.
“it hurts, dovey. it’s s-so painful.”
since sharing the box of chocolates with you, keigo’s been reduced to a pathetic mess who can’t seem to stop shaking when you just barely touch him. vermilion feathers puff up and out at his back, his messy wings conveying the way he’s crumbling inside.
you’re just as hot, skin crawling with a lustful itch only keigo can scratch for you. the frenetic beating of his wings whips up cold gusts of wind stronger than any ceiling fan, and not a single goosebump rises on your skin.
“right there, kei,” you moan, tears gathering in your eyes as he continuously hits your sweet spot. “oh my god, don’t stop.”
as if he’d ever plan to.
he hiccups, face flushed and hair tousled like he’s just returned from some mission out in the wild. softly, with the barest note of urgency, keigo whines out your name and a request.
“dovey, c’mon,” his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, shattered with unmistakable pleasure. “just tell me what you want, and i’ll, ah, i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”
keigo’s entire body thrums with the need, the purpose, to please you, and his own pleasure hinges on you and your praise. sure enough, you cry out to him, words saccharine and addicting.
“make me cum, kei,” and he doesn’t need any further instruction, not when he knows your body this well. smooth fingers slip between your thighs and work your clit, causing your back to arch when he applies just enough pressure to send electricity through your nerves.
you’re wrapping around keigo’s waist, drawing him in and breaking down his self control easily.
“want me to fill up this pussy, baby? i can do it again and again—” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that amplify the clap of skin against skin almost as much as a quirk could, “while you take it like you were made to.”
quaking beneath him, you nod frantically, as if those are the words you’ve been waiting to hear. while he was so vividly illustrating the scene, his wings unconsciously began to wrap around your bodies, a sign of how much he wants it too.
you gasp, eyes squeezing shut with the last image being keigo’s face, twisted in ecstasy and scrunched with concentration. “gonna—‘m gonna cum, kei!”
“with me, dovey, please,” sweat pours down the sides of his face as the heated bliss tightens in his gut, applying an unbearable pressure to his cock. “let me feel you cum around me, ughhh.”
sloppily, keigo presses open mouthed kisses to your lips, and a delighted moan escapes him when you kiss back. your lips are soft against his, and your tongue carries the sweet taste of valentine’s chocolates, the expensive ones he’d come home with earlier.
with his orgasm creeping up on him and dulling his surroundings, a brief thought occurs to him about those chocolates. the sales lady had raised a brow when he filled up the customizable box with many pink chocolates that had been sitting in a case separate from the rest.. no, that can’t be right. surely this is the common valentine’s day effect on couples—it can’t be from the chocolate, can it?
♡ synopsis :: A relentless summer heatwave is nothing compared to the fever of a rut. With a fast, needy start that leaves no time for prep, Keigo is completely unraveled by your scent. He alternates between growling commands and desperate, subby whimpers, completely undone as you pull him down by his heavy feathers. Between breathless chants of "please," deep, desperate rounds, and the overwhelming friction of wing play, the golden hour sunset witnesses him completely lose count of the inches—and his mind—inside you.
♡ word count :: 9,800
♡ warnings — tags :: NSFW :: beach sex :: public sex :: summer rut hawks :: needy hawks :: switch hawks :: possessive keigo :: size kink :: overstimulation :: riding torture :: female riding hawks :: sensitive reader :: body worship :: wing play :: wing touching :: pulling him by his wings :: pheromones & scent mention :: oral (female receiving) :: deep fucking :: thigh humping :: open leg position :: ass up face down :: loud subby moans :: breathy & gaspy moans :: moaning into kisses :: "please" chant :: self-edging :: seven rounds :: creampie :: cumming via wing play :: cumming at the same time :: counting inches ::
The air on the private stretch of shoreline is thick, heavy, and suffocatingly hot, hanging over the isolated cove like a damp velvet weight.
The horizon is bleeding a deep, bruised violet and brilliant, molten gold, the last rays of the July sun melting directly into the churning ocean. But the oppressive summer heat wave has nothing on the sheer, stifling fever emanating from Keigo.
He stands just at the edge of the tide, his boots already discarded somewhere back near the rocks, the water lapping over his bare feet.
His wings—usually so pristine, so perfectly controlled—are heavy, twitching erratically, the massive crimson feathers rustling with a violent, desperate energy. The heavy, sweet, intoxicating musk of his summer rut pheromones fills the air, thick enough to taste, completely overtaking the sharp tang of the salt water.
It’s a scent that is purely, undeniably him—but amplified, dark, and utterly consumed by an ancient, primal need.
His golden eyes are completely blown out, the pupils swallowing the irises until they look almost entirely black under the fading sunset. He’s staring at you. He hasn't looked away once since the moment he dragged you down the secluded path to the sand, his gaze heavy, burning, and desperately possessive.
"I can't," he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sounds entirely unraveled, stripped of all his usual carefree charm. "God, sweetheart... your scent. It’s driving me out of my fucking mind."
He doesn't wait for a response.
He doesn't have the capacity for it. With a sudden, breathless lurch, Keigo closes the distance between you in a heartbeat, his large hands coming up to grip your hips with a fierce, branding heat. There is absolutely no time for slow build-up, no room for gentle transitions or careful preparation. The summer rut has completely snapped his restraint, and the desperate, needy hunger rolling off him is entirely overwhelming.
He shoves himself against you, trapping you between the solid, burning expanse of his chest and the soft, giving sand beneath your feet.
His fingers dig deeply into your skin, his touch hurried and frantic as he plucks desperately at your clothes, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. He’s trembling—actually shaking—from the sheer force of the denial he’s putting himself through just to touch you.
"Please," he whimpers directly into your skin, his lips pressing a succession of hot, wet, uncoordinated kisses along your jawline, his breathing so fast it's nearly a hyperventilation. "Please, I need you right now. No prep, no waiting—just let me have you, please, please..."
His large, heavy wings flare out completely, casting a massive, dark crimson shadow over the two of you, shielding your bodies from the rest of the world, creating a private, stifling oasis of pure heat and scent.
The feathers brush against your bare arms, the soft downy edges contrasting sharply with the rigid, tense muscles of his frame.
He’s completely unhinged by the proximity, his hips already twitching, grinding a hard, heavy ridge directly against your thigh through his thin shorts.
He is entirely at the mercy of the rut, a slave to the scent pouring off your skin, completely undone before the real heat has even begun.
The sheer, suffocating weight of his pheromones makes the air entirely too thick to breathe.
Keigo is completely past the point of reason, his mind entirely hijacked by the summer rut.
He doesn't just want you—he is starving for you, a raw, feral desperation bleeding from every single tense muscle in his body. His fingers twitch against your waist, digging into your skin with a bruising, desperate grip as he forces you backward until you sink onto the soft, shifting sand.
Before you can even catch your breath in the heavy evening air, Keigo drops to his knees between your thighs.
He doesn't pause.
He doesn't look up.
The scent pouring off you is a physical drug, and his head snaps down as if drawn by a violent magnetic pull.
His hands dive under the fabric of your clothes, shoving them up and out of the way with a frantic, uncoordinated rush, his large palms hot and slightly damp against your inner thighs. He spreads your legs wide, shoving your knees apart with a rough, needy insistence that leaves you completely exposed to the humid ocean breeze and his burning, dilated gaze.
When his face buries itself into your heat, a loud, guttural growl rips straight from his throat—a sound so deep and uncharacteristic that it makes your core clench in immediate, throbbing reaction.
The first touch of his tongue is massive, heavy, and completely unrefined.
He doesn't start with gentle lapping or teasing nips; he devours you.
His tongue strokes upward with a broad, flat pressure, licking a thick, wet path from the very bottom of your slit all the way up to your swelling clit. You let out a sharp, gaspy moan, your hips bucking up off the sand, but Keigo immediately clamps his hands down on your hips, pinning you firmly to the earth.
"Ah—fuck, you're so sweet," he groans against your wet skin, his breath a scalding blast of air that makes you shiver. "So hot. Let me taste, sweetheart, just let me have it—"
He plunges his tongue back in, deeper this time, using a frantic, drilling motion that mimics the raw pace of a hard fuck.
He uses the heavy muscle of his tongue to flatten your folds, drinking you down like a man dying of thirst in the middle of a desert.
The wet, slapping sounds of his mouth against your slick skin blend with the crashing of the waves against the shore, but your world has completely shrunk to the absolute madness between your thighs.
He is using his tongue with an intense, unyielding rhythm, swirling it deep inside your opening before snapping his head upward to drag his rough, textured tongue heavily over your hyper-sensitive clit.
You are completely unrepared for the sheer intensity of it.
There is no gentleness, no pacing; it is a relentless, suffocating assault of heat and pressure.
Every time you try to twist away from the overwhelming sensation, his grip tightens on your thighs, his large thumbs digging deep into your flesh to hold you perfectly still for his mouth.
"Keigo—please," you sob out, your voice stuttery and broken as the pleasure begins to spike violently. Your fingers fly to his head, tangling frantically in his thick, messy blonde hair, alternately trying to pull him closer and push him away as the friction pushes you straight toward the edge.
Hearing his name breaks whatever tiny shred of control he has left.
Keigo begins to pant heavily against your skin, his own breath hitching in a series of desperate, subby whimpers as he eats you out even faster.
His tongue works with a frenzied, driving speed, burying itself deep, drinking the frantic flow of your arousal as you begin to slick his entire mouth and jaw. He is sucking on you now, pulling your sensitive bud into his mouth with a heavy, bruising suction that makes your eyes roll back, your toes curling deep into the sand.
He raises his head just an inch, his face completely flushed, his lips glistening and dripping with your fluids. His golden eyes are completely wild, staring straight up your body to lock onto your face.
He wants to watch you break. He needs to see it.
"Look at me," he gasps, his voice cracking, a needy, desperate chant rising in his chest. "Let me see you come for me. Give it to me, sweetheart, give it all to my mouth—"
He buries his face back into you with a violent, final surge, his tongue flattened and driving hard, his thumbs working in tandem to part you as wide as possible.
The double sensation of his heavy tongue burying deep inside you and the sharp, targeted suction on your clit hits like a physical shockwave. Your hips lock, your spine arching off the sand as a devastating, shattering orgasm rips through your entire body.
You let out a loud, uninhibited scream into the empty beach, your inner muscles clamping down in violent, rhythmic spasms.
The moment your walls squeeze tight, spraying your release directly onto his tongue, Keigo completely snaps.
Watching the pleasure transfigure your face, feeling the intense, throbbing heat of your climax pulsing against his mouth, and inhaling the explosive, concentrated burst of your sweet scent completely shatters him.
He doesn't even have his shorts down. He hasn't even touched his own length. But the sheer psychological and physical overload of your come filling his mouth sends him completely over the precipice.
A loud, strangled groan chokes in his throat as his body goes entirely rigid.
His heavy crimson wings violently snap shut around the two of you, the massive feathers trembling and rustling furiously as his hips jerk forward into the sand. He cums violently in his shorts, a massive, unbridled release twitching through his frame as he buries his face back into your trembling thighs, his chest heaving as he groans into your wet skin, completely undone and panting heavily from the sheer, unmitigated shock of the first round.
The heavy crimson wings that had shielded you slowly part, rustling heavily as Keigo forces his chest up off your trembling thighs.
The air between you is suffocating, practically vibrating with the thick, sweet musk of his summer rut pheromones.
He is panting, his lips wet and glistening under the deep, bruised violet of the twilight sky. Coming entirely in his clothes from the sheer overload of watching you break has done absolutely nothing to cool the fever in his blood; if anything, the taste of you on his tongue has only made the summer rut turn entirely predatory.
"Sweetheart... God, look at what you do to me," he groans, a low, growly vibration rattling deep in his chest.
He scrambles upward, his movements frantic and uncoordinated as his large hands grab your wrists.
He doesn't pin them down roughly, but his touch is demanding, dragging your hands up until your fingers are resting vaguely against his chest and shoulders.
He wants you touching him, needs to feel your skin against his, even if his mind is too far gone to guide your hands properly. Every muscle in his upper body is locked tight, slick with a thin sheen of sweat that catches the last reflection of the fading golden hour light.
With a breathless, desperate hitch in his chest, Keigo shoves himself between your knees again, but this time, he doesn't drop his shorts.
The thick, throbbing length of his cock is still trapped behind the fabric, visibly straining, soaked and heavy. Instead of pushing inside you, his instincts override his reason. He grabs your left leg, hoisting it up and draping it over his hip, pinning your thigh tightly between his lower belly and the sand.
Then, he begins to hump you.
It is a completely raw, desperate rhythm.
He drives his hips forward, burying his covered length directly into the soft, yielding flesh of your thigh. A sharp, strangled groan escapes his lips as the friction hits him.
He grinds his pelvis hard against your leg, rolling his hips with a needy, agonizing pressure that forces the air straight out of your lungs. The thick fabric of his shorts rubs mercilessly against your hyper-sensitive, freshly ruined core, adding a layer of agonizing friction that makes you cry out, your fingers flexing blindly into the tense muscles of his back.
"Ah—fuck, fuck, it’s too hot," Keigo pants, his growly tone breaking into a high, stuttery whimper as he drives his hips forward again.
He’s moving faster now, his wings flaring wide behind him, the feathers twitching and snapping in tandem with the desperate thrusts of his pelvis. He is deliberately using the tight squeeze of your thighs to ride himself, desperate for the release but actively trying to fight the explosive peak that is already clawing at his mind.
He is trying to edge himself, trying to make the agonizing torment of his summer rut last, but his own body is betraying him.
Every time he hits a hard, heavy rhythm against your thigh, his whole frame shudders, his teeth baring as a low, animalistic growl rips from his throat. He forces himself to stop, locking his hips tight, his chest heaving violently as he presses his forehead directly against your shoulder.
"Don't move, sweetheart... please, don't move," he begs, his voice cracking into a breathless, desperate chant. "If you move, I'm gonna break. I'm gonna come again. Just let me... please, let me just feel you."
But the friction is too much, the scent of your release coating his jaw and mixing with his own heavy pheromones is a lethal combination.
Keigo whimpers, a gaspy, broken sound, before his restraint shatters entirely.
He begins to hump your thigh again, completely unhinged, his movements turning frantic and heavy. He is grinding against you with a bruising, unyielding force, his head thrashing side to side as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
"Please, please, please," he chants against your skin, his lips hot and wet, his breathing completely unraveled.
He is chasing the edge, pushing himself right to the absolute brink of a second, massive climax, his lower belly slamming mercilessly against your leg until you are both crying out into the empty, darkening beach.
The deep, bruised violet of the twilight sky has turned to a heavy, starless ink, but the risk of discovery feels closer than ever.
The open, empty stretch of the public shoreline offers no real shelter; anyone walking along the distant boardwalk could look down and see the dark, shifting silhouettes on the sand.
The sheer vulnerability of being completely exposed to the open air only thickens the heavy, suffocating cloud of Keigo’s summer rut pheromones. He is entirely unraveled, his chest heaving as he lies trapped beneath the weight of his own desperate fever, his massive crimson wings trembling erratically against the damp sand.
Tired of the agonizing friction of his covered length grinding against your leg, you decide to take complete control.
With a breathless surge of energy, you shift your weight, slipping out from under his heavy torso and pushing him flat onto his back.
Keigo lets out a sharp, stuttery gasp at the sudden loss of contact, his golden eyes blowing out completely as he watches you strand yourself over his hips. His hands fly up to grip your waist, his fingers digging deep into your skin, but he doesn't pull you down.
He is completely paralyzed by the sudden shift in dynamic, his submissive, needy side completely taking over as you reach down and finally, ruthlessly drag his soaked, heavy shorts down past his hips.
His cock springs free, massive, throbbing, and completely slick with a thick bead of pre-cum that catches the faint light of the distant coastline.
He is shaking, his entire lower belly twitching as you line yourself up.
You don't give him a single moment to prepare.
Taking a deep breath of the hot, salt-kissed air, you grasp his shoulders and sink down onto him all at once, taking the entirety of his thick, rigid length straight into your tight, swollen core.
"Ah-ah! Fuck!" Keigo screams into the open night, a loud, uninhibited subby moan ripping straight from his throat. The sound is completely raw, vibrating with the sheer shock of the tight, burning heat encompassing him.
His massive crimson wings violently flare outward, slamming into the sand and sending a spray of white grains into the air as his hips instinctively jerk upward to meet you.
But you clamp your hands down firmly against his chest, pinning him flat to the earth. "No, Keigo," you pant, your voice breathy but commanding against the sound of the crashing waves. "You stay still. I'm in control."
A broken, pathetic whimper escapes his lips, his head thrashing from side to side on the sand.
The sheer psychological overload of being completely possessed, combined with the crushing physical tight squeeze of your walls around his hyper-sensitive cock, sends him straight into pure overstimulation.
He is completely at your mercy, his hips trembling beneath you as you begin to lift your hips, sliding slowly, agonizingly up his length until you are barely riding the very tip, before slamming yourself all the way back down to the root.
"Please—sweetheart, please," Keigo begs, his voice cracking into a series of gaspy, stuttery whimpers. "Don't do it slow, oh god, you're killing me... just fuck me, please, just drop on it—"
You completely ignore his pleas, intentionally weaponizing his summer rut against him.
You establish a brutal, teasing pace—a pure riding torture designed to keep him balancing precariously on the very edge of sanity. You grind your pelvis heavily against his, rotating your hips in slow, crushing circles that force a series of loud, embarrassed moans from his throat.
Every time he tries to arch his back to force a faster, harder rhythm, you hold him down, forcing him to take the agonizingly slow friction of your body consuming his.
The sensory input is completely devastating for him.
The cool ocean breeze hitting his sweat-slicked chest contrasts violently with the suffocating, molten heat of your core.
He is so sensitive that every single slide of your walls feels like sandpaper and velvet all at once, overstimulating his nerve endings until his vision starts to blur.
"I can't—I'm gonna break, I'm yours, I'm fucking yours," he gasps out, his hands moving frantically from your hips to your thighs, his fingers flexing blindly as he tries to find purchase. He can't handle the slow, deliberate torture of your movements. His chest is heaving so violently that his ribs stand out sharply against his skin, his breathing reduced to a rapid, panicked pant.
Unable to bear the distance any longer, Keigo reaches up, his hands tangling in the back of your shirt to drag your face down to his.
He buries his mouth against yours, desperate for any kind of anchor in the middle of the storm.
But even as his tongue tangles with yours in a deep, wet, uncoordinated kiss, he can't silence the unhinged vocalizations breaking in his chest.
He moans straight into your kisses, a succession of muffled, vibrating groans and high-pitched whimpers that bleed directly into your mouth as you continue to ruthlessly ride him.
The taste of his own desperation, mixed with the sharp tang of salt on his lips, only fuels your fire.
You pick up the pace just a fraction, slamming your hips down with a harder, wetter impact that makes his entire frame go completely rigid beneath you.
"Mphf—ah!" He gasps into your mouth, breaking the kiss as his eyes roll back into his head.
His teeth bare as a stuttery, breathless sob escapes his lips, his lower belly glistening with sweat as he completely loses control of his own muscles.
He is chanting your name now, a low, broken prayer into the dark, empty beach, completely unraveled by the ruthless, unyielding torture of your hips riding him straight toward a devastating peak.
The riding torture has Keigo completely unhinged, his body twitching helplessly beneath you as you maintain your ruthless, agonizingly slow pace.
His golden eyes are glassy, rimmed with tears of pure overstimulation, his mouth hanging open as a steady stream of breathless, stuttery gasps slips from his wet lips.
He is a slave to the summer rut, completely trapped in the molten heat of your core.
Desperate for an even deeper, more devastating friction to break the agonizing tension, you lean forward, pressing your sweat-slicked chest flat against his.
Your hands track over his trembling shoulders, reaching past his neck until your fingers sink deep into the thick, rigid base of his massive crimson wings.
With a breathless grunt, you fist your hands into the heavy, soft plumage and pull.
"Ah! Sweetheart—!" Keigo lets out a loud, strangled moan, his entire spine arching violently off the sand as you use his wings to drag his upper body flush against yours.
By pulling on his wings, his biological reflexes override his restraint.
His heavy, powerful primary feathers violently snap forward, wrapping completely around the two of you like a massive, dark red cocoon.
The sheer force of the movement thrusts his hips upward with a sudden, unbridled desperation, forcing his thick, rigid length to sink all the way into you, burying itself so deeply to the root that your breath catches sharply in your throat.
The dark, private sanctuary of his wings traps the sweltering heat, making the air impossibly thick with the concentrated, intoxicating musk of his pheromones.
But it’s the physical sensation of the feathers that pushes you both over the edge.
As you resume a hard, frantic rhythm, lifting and slamming your hips down onto his cock, his massive feathers rustle violently against your bare skin. The soft, downy under-feathers and the sharp, stiff barbs of his primaries brush mercilessly against your sensitive back, your inner thighs, and the flushed skin of your waist.
The friction is a total sensory assault.
Every time you slide down his length, his wings squeeze tighter around you, the feathers petting and scraping against your hyper-sensitive skin in tandem with the wet, heavy bottoming-out of his pelvis.
"Fuck, fuck, I can't hold it—you're pulling my wings, oh god, it feels too good," Keigo whimpers, his growly tone completely melting into a series of subby, pathetic cries. He moans straight into your neck, his lips biting desperately at your shoulder as you continue to ruthlessly ride him through the rustling, static charge of his plumage.
He is completely overstimulated, his lower belly twitching violently against your thighs as the double sensation of the tight squeeze of your walls and the intense wing play completely short-circuits his nervous system.
You are climbing the peak just as fast.
The overwhelming warmth of his feathers, the suffocating scent of his rut, and the deep, unyielding depth of his upward thrusts are driving you to absolute madness. Your inner muscles are already clamping down, twitching in frantic, pre-orgasmic spasms around his throbbing length.
"Keigo—I'm gonna come, right now," you sob out, your fingers tightening their bruising grip on his wings, pulling him in even tighter until there is absolutely no space left between your bodies.
"Come for me, sweetheart, please, together—I'm yours, I'm yours—" he screams, his voice cracking into a breathless sob as he completely gives up on trying to edge himself. He abandons all control, his hips locking in a frantic, upward-surging rhythm, driving himself into you with a raw, feral speed that matches the desperate thrashing of his wings against the sand.
The friction hits an unbearable, blistering breaking point.
With a final, crushing downward slam of your hips, your core shatters, a massive, explosive orgasm ripping through your entire body as your walls clamp down on him in a succession of violent, milking contractions.
The exact millisecond your tight squeeze clamps around his hyper-sensitive head, Keigo completely snaps.
A loud, uninhibited scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure rips straight from his throat into the open night air.
His body goes completely rigid, his toes curling into the sand as a devastating synchronized climax consumes him. He cums violently inside you, his cock pulsing in massive, rhythmic jerks as he floods your twitching core with a thick, scalding release.
His massive crimson wings violently twitch and shudder around you, the feathers ruffling and flaring out in explosive, erratic bursts as he pours himself into you, both of you crying out into each other's mouths as the synchronized wave of pleasure completely drains the remaining strength from your bones.
The cool night air slicking over your sweat-dampened skin offers no relief from the sweltering heat of the summer rut haze.
You are both trembling, the heavy synchronized climax of the previous round still ringing through your overstimulated nerves.
But before the thick pool of your combined fluids can even begin to cool between your thighs, Keigo’s hands are moving again. The brief flash of submission from the riding torture completely vanishes as a dark, fiercely possessive urge takes over.
His large hands grip your hips, his palms burning as he ruthlessly shifts your weight off his lap.
"Move for me, sweetheart," he rasps, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly tone that vibrates with an unyielding command. "Ass up. Face down in the sand. Right now."
You barely have the strength to comply, but the raw authority in his voice leaves you no choice.
You shift onto your hands and knees, pressing your chest flat against the cool, shifting grains of the sand, burying your face in your arms. Your hips are left hoisted high in the air, completely exposed to the dark, ink-black sky and his dilated, heavy-lidded gaze.
Keigo doesn't waste a single heartbeat.
He slides up behind you, his thick, sweat-slicked thighs slotting perfectly against the backs of yours.
His massive crimson wings flare wide, casting a towering shadow over your arched spine before snapping down to lock you into position. He grips your hips with a white-knuckled pressure, his thumbs digging deep into your flesh to anchor you firmly against the earth.
He didn't pull out clean; his cock is already thick, heavy, and dripping with the messy remnants of the previous creampie, stretching to an even more intimidating size under the relentless demands of his summer rut.
He presses the blunt, throbbing head of his length directly against your slick opening, and without a shred of hesitation, he sinks entirely into you in one deep, brutal thrust.
"Ah—fuck!" A loud, breathy vocalization explodes from your throat, your fingers clawing desperately into the sand as his sheer depth completely takes your breath away.
The angle is devastating.
By forcing you flat on your face and pulling your hips high, your core is stretched completely open, allowing him to penetrate deeper than he ever could before.
He sinks all the way to the absolute root, his lower belly slamming heavily against your backside with a wet, echoing slap that cuts through the sound of the crashing waves.
Keigo lets out a deep, animalistic growl straight into the open air, his entire frame shuddering as your tight, swollen walls squeeze around his rigid length. He stays locked inside you for an agonizing second, letting the sheer, suffocating heat of your inner muscles overstimulate him to the brink of madness.
"God, you're so deep... look at how much of me you're taking," he pants, his breathing turning into a series of ragged, stuttery gasps against your ear. He leans his upper body entirely over yours, pressing his chest against your back, his hot breath scalding your neck. He begins to pull back slowly, sliding out until he’s barely threading the tip of your wet slit, before driving all the way back in with a heavy, unyielding force.
"One," he gasps out, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated pleasure. "That’s one... look how easily it sinks in."
He pulls back again, dragging his thick length slowly against your hyper-sensitive, freshly ruined walls, making you let out a high-pitched whimper. Then, he drives back in, hard enough to tilt your hips forward into the sand.
"Two," he groans, a breathless, desperate chant rising in his chest as he deliberately starts counting the inches he’s forcing into your body. "Two inches... three... fuck, sweetheart, you’re taking all of it. Tell me how it feels. Tell me how deep I am."
You can't even form words.
Your vocalizations are reduced to loud, broken sobs and breathy, stuttery moans as he establishes a relentless, crushing pace. He is completely dominant now, using his heavy wings to pin your shoulders down while his hands ruthlessly manipulate your hips, lifting you higher to meet every single downward plunge of his pelvis.
"Four... five... six..." Keigo chants, his eyes completely blown out, staring down at the tight, slick junction where his thick shaft disappears entirely inside you. The sight completely breaks his remaining sanity. He begins to drive into you with a feral, unbridled speed, his lower belly pounding mercilessly against you as he loses track of the numbers, his mind completely consumed by the raw friction of the deep fucking.
"Seven... eight... god, all nine inches, stretching you so wide," he screams into the open night, a loud, uninhibited moan ripping from his throat as he hits your cervix with every single frantic stroke.
He is completely unhinged by the depth, his wings thrashing against the sand in perfect synchronization with the brutal, wet rhythm of his hips.
The overstimulation is total; every single inch he counts inside you pushes you both straight toward a shattering, unyielding peak under the dark, empty beach.
The unrelenting fever of the summer rut refuses to let him rest.
Even after the devastating depth of the previous round, Keigo’s body is driven by an unyielding, primal momentum that completely ignores your mutual exhaustion. He is trembling, his chest rising and falling in ragged, shallow gasps as he gently rolls you onto your back against the cool, damp sand. Every muscle in his frame is wire-tight, coated in a thick sheen of sweat and the sweet, overwhelming musk of his pheromones.
With a low, desperate whimper, he crawls back between your thighs.
His hands handle you with a desperate sort of reverence, catching the backs of your knees and spreading your legs as wide as they can possibly go, pinning your ankles deep into the sand.
"Look at you... god, look at what I did to you," he breathes, his voice cracking into a high, stuttery gasp.
He leans down, completely surrendering to a wave of heavy, unhinged body worship.
His lips are hot, wet, and desperate as he buries his face into the soft skin of your inner thigh, pressing a succession of bruising, open-mouthed kisses along your flushed flesh.
He licks a damp path upward, his tongue heavy and smooth against your skin, worshiping the very cradle of your hips. He whimpers directly against your skin, a pathetic, needy sound that vibrates straight into your bones. He is completely spent, his muscles shaking from the sheer endurance of the rut, but the sight of your ruined, open-legged posture drives him into a state of pure delirium.
"So beautiful, sweetheart... you're so good for me," he pants, his hands sliding up to cup your waist, his thumbs tracing the line of your hip bones with a frantic, trembling pressure.
When he drags his thick, rigid length back to your opening, the sheer contact makes you let out a loud, agonized cry.
The sensitivity is absolute.
Every single nerve ending in your core is completely raw, throbbing violently from the previous rounds. Before he even pushes inside, the mere friction of his blunt head against your swollen folds feels like a total sensory assault.
Your hands fly to his shoulders, your fingers clawing into his damp skin as you try to twist away from the overwhelming sensation.
"Keigo, wait—please, it's too much," you sob out, your voice broken and breathy under the dark night sky. "I'm too sensitive, everything hurts, it's too much—"
"I know, I know, baby, I'm sorry," he gasps, a desperate whimper catching in his throat as he presses his forehead straight against yours. His golden eyes are glassy, completely unfocused, overflowing with a needy, submissive desperation. "I can't stop. The heat... it won't let me go. Please, just let me slide in slow. Just let me hold you."
He doesn't force you with a brutal thrust this time; instead, he uses a agonizingly slow, heavy pressure to sink back into your tight, swollen core.
"Ah! Ah god!" You scream into the empty beach, your hips locking as his thick, nine-inch shaft forces its way back inside your overstimulated walls.
Every single millimeter of his entry feels like sandpaper and molten velvet.
Your inner muscles clamp down around him in an immediate, violent, defensive tight squeeze, trying to reject the sheer intensity of the fullness.
The tight, crushing grip of your raw walls sends Keigo straight over the edge of pure overstimulation.
A loud, subby moan rips from his throat, his teeth baring as his head thrashes side to side against your shoulder.
He can't handle it.
He is so sensitive that the friction of your twitching core makes his lower belly contract in violent, pre-cum-dripping spasms.
"Fuck—ah! You're so tight, it’s too much, sweetheart, you’re squeezing me to death," he cries out, his breath hitching in a series of ragged, stuttery gasps.
He begins to move, but his rhythm is completely unraveled.
It is a slow, heavy, grinding friction—his pelvis rotating against yours in deep, crushing circles rather than hard thrusts. Every time his lower belly slams against your clit, a sharp shockwave of pure pleasure-pain spikes through your spine, forcing loud, uninhibited sobs from your lips.
You are completely overwhelmed; the cool ocean breeze hitting your sweat-slicked chest, the rough texture of his feathers brushing against your arms, and the thick, unyielding fullness inside you create a total sensory overload.
Keigo is weeping into your neck now, his vocalizations reduced to a continuous, broken chant of desperate whimpers and ragged sighs.
He is completely lost in the delirium of the summer rut, his wings twitching erratically behind him, the massive red feathers dragging through the sand as he continues to slowly, ruthlessly consume your open, sensitive body under the starlight.
The heavy, exhausting weight of the hours-long summer rut has pushed both of your bodies to their absolute limits.
The ink-black sky is completely still, the distant crash of the waves the only sound echoing across the dark, empty public beach. Your muscles are trembling, completely spent, and your skin is entirely slick with a heavy mixture of sweat, sea salt, and the thick, sweet musk of Keigo’s fading pheromones. The blistering haze that has driven him feral since twilight is finally starting to recede, leaving behind a deep, heavy ache of pure physical exhaustion.
But there is one final, desperate surge left in him—a deep, instinctual need to lock you down and completely finish what the summer heat started.
With a low, ragged sigh, Keigo collapses his upper body entirely over yours.
He doesn't have the strength to hold himself up on his hands anymore; instead, his chest presses flat against yours, his heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against your ribs.
His hands move lazily but firmly down to your thighs, hooking beneath your knees to lift your legs one last time, draping them heavily over his broad shoulders.
"Last one, sweetheart... ah, god, just one more," he whimpers directly into your ear, his voice entirely unraveled, a breathy, stuttery rasp that completely lacks his usual playful edge. "I’m so tired... but I need to fill you. I need to leave everything inside you."
He doesn't pull out to realign himself.
His thick, nine-inch shaft is already buried deep within your raw, hyper-sensitive core, held tight by the swollen, throbbing walls of your freshly ruined opening.
As he shifts his weight forward, the blunt head of his length pushes even deeper, flattening against your cervix with a heavy, unyielding pressure that makes a loud, breathy moan explode from your lips.
"Keigo—ah, it’s too deep," you sob out, your fingers flexing weakly to claw into the damp sand beneath his shoulders. The sensitivity is total; every tiny movement of his pelvis feels like an absolute sensory assault on your overstimulated nerves.
"I know, baby... I know. Just take it for me. Lock me in," he gasps, his teeth baring as a low, growly vibration rattles deep in his chest.
He begins the final round, but it is entirely different from the frantic, aggressive pace from before.
It is a slow, heavy, devastatingly deep fucking.
He draws back agonizingly slow, sliding out until he is barely threading your wet folds, before driving all the way back in with the entire, exhausting weight of his hips.
The friction is thick and incredibly wet, the heavy, slapping sound of his lower belly hitting your backside echoing rhythmically in the dark night air.
Every single downward plunge sinks to the absolute root, his thick shaft stretching your overstimulated walls to their absolute capacity.
Keigo lets out a succession of loud, subby moans straight into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing wet, uncoordinated kisses against your collarbone.
He is completely spent, his whole frame shaking violently with every single thrust, his massive crimson wings draped heavily over the two of you like a weighted blanket. The feathers are damp, dragging through the sand, no longer flaring with aggressive energy but wrapped tightly around your bodies to trap the very last of his sweltering heat.
"You're so tight... even after all of it, you're still squeezing me so good," he whimpers, his breathing falling into a rapid, desperate pant as the final peak begins to claw at his mind.
His hands move from your knees to tangle in your hair, holding your head steady as he buries his mouth against yours, moaning directly into the kiss as his hips pick up a frantic, unhinged momentum.
He can't hold back the climax any longer.
The receding haze of the rut concentrates into one final, explosive focal point between his thighs. His lower belly goes wire-tight against yours, his breath catching in a series of sharp, stuttery gasps that break the kiss.
"I'm coming—sweetheart, I'm filling you up, take all of it, please!" he screams into the open night air, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated pleasure.
With one final, brutal downward slam of his pelvis, Keigo buries himself to the absolute maximum depth, his hips locking immovably against yours. His body goes completely rigid, his toes curling into the sand as a devastating, monumental climax consumes his entire frame.
He cums violently inside you, his thick length pulsing in a succession of massive, rhythmic jerks that flood your raw, twitching core with a massive, scalding creampie.
The sheer volume of his release stretches your inner muscles to a bursting point, forcing a high-pitched, broken whimper from your throat as your own walls clamp down in a desperate, defensive tight squeeze. He holds himself locked inside you, groaning loudly into your skin as he completely pours every single drop of his summer fever into your body, filling you to the absolute brim until the excess fluid begins to overflow and slick your thighs.
As the final, rhythmic pulses of his cock slowly fade, the tight tension in his muscles completely snaps. Keigo lets out a long, trembling sigh, his head dropping heavily onto your shoulder as his massive crimson wings go entirely limp, settling over the two of you in the quiet dark.
The suffocating, heavy musk of his pheromones finally begins to dissipate into the cool ocean breeze, marking the absolute end of the summer rut haze, leaving both of you completely spent, tangled together in the sand and utterly consumed by the exhaustion of the night.
╰ 18+ MDNI. its okay if you can’t handle it, hawks will talk you (both) through it!
keigo’s folding you as if he believes your body is malleable.
cock head hammering in and out of your greedy cunt, contorting the gushy walls inside that pretty lil’ womb he calls home, shaft snuggly squeezing throughout each little crevice it can find, stretching you wide open.
every last inch of skin is practically covered in him. dry trails of spit lingering on your clammy flesh, deep plum bruises blooming in the imprints of his teeth, the countless hours of devotion on your body claiming you for the world to see slowly yet surely leaving you deliriously slurring for more, drooling mouth pleading for his cock.
when he first entered you, it wasn’t gentle. thick tawny hands push, push, pushing! your thighs snug into your chest, tits smushed into shaky knees with skin sticking together as he folded you into the most ferociously intimate mating press of your life.
you had no time to breathe, the sheer circumstance of his fat cock tearing your poor pussy to shreds, the burn so deep in your tummy it churned, butterflies aimlessly swirlin’ around your abdomen.
and when he started to pick up his pace? you couldn’t bear it anymore, the feeling of his hips slapping into your ass each time his cock collided with your cervix had you seeing stars, drooling lips begging for him to stop.
“keigo! please slow down…” you’re trailing, whimpering when his cock pulsates in your cunt, hips gyrating into you, blond happy trial poking out between your thighs.
pelvis on pelvis, his presses into your clit just right, leaving your mouth gaping, mewls slipping from your exhausted throat. “oh, like this?” keigo’s questioning, tongue swiping against his lips, leering down at you with a look of false confusion, smiling when you meet his gaze.
“yeah—”
“—yeah, noooo. i think this would feel wayyyy better,” he abruptly cuts you off, reeling his hips far enough his tip almost slips out of you, and slamming right back in, this time humpin’ against you with the deepest strokes he’s ever given you, loudly giggling when he’s pressing you silly down into the mattress.
“not like this!” you’re screaming, gripping his wrists to push him away even though he’s far stronger than you especially in your current state, feeling the top of your head begin to gently hit the wooden headboard, “keigo! mmpfh—i can’t!”
“come on angel, don’t tell me you can’t.” keigo’s girthy cockhead smooches snuggly against your g-spot, sloppily making out with your syrupy cunt, filing your belly with his crimson-red tip, cute beads of pre mixing inside your sticky pussy.
sighing when he feels you clench around his cock, he can’t help but push his teasing further, fingertips grabbing ur chin to look back into his golden irises, “kept going on and on about how much you wanted this, now you’re saying you can’t take it?”
“always fuck ya deep, don’t i? here—let’s see,” he smirks, the same hand against your chin traveling down, down, down, until it’s resting beneath your navel, pressing hard into the flesh, feeling his cock through your flesh, “there we go, how’s that for deep?”
you both moan in unison, the pressure perfectly pushing your cunt down on his cock, the pleasure so suffocating you feel your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth slurring. “keigo!”
he keeps his hand there, biceps tensing as he holds himself up, cock drilling into your pussy, “you got it, lemme take care of my girls, yeah?”
“no! no, i can’t!” choking, you can barely get a word in, the violent attack on your pussy causing your eyes to roll backwards, toes curling.
“you can’t? i think you caaan—looks like you can,” he’s slurring, head dipping backwards to stare at his cock stuffing you full like he’s checking for a problem under the hood of a car, shrugging when there isn’t one, “so why can’t you?”
“too muchhhh—you gotta stop!”
“aww, my poor baby,” he grins, cockily dipping his head to the side and pouting, “you really wanna stop?”
deliriously nodding your fucked out head, he’s instantly stopping, pulling his cock completely out of your tight pussy. winching at the loss of contact, your eyes widen in horror, clammy hands grabbing at his chest to pull him close. “w-wait—fuck! no, no, no! please don’t stop kei—”
“—who said ‘m stopping?” two skilled digits prod at the silkened flesh of your stretched pussy lips, thoroughly pressin’ into the neglected nub between them.
massaging your clit with just enough pressure that your legs begin to spasm in place, he moves around the flesh like he knows it—like he owns it, cockhead whimpering and dripping when he sees your empty hole clench around nothing.
“you—go faster.” feeling warm and fuzzy inside and like you’re going to cry out of both ends, you begin to beg, thrashing around the best you can, ass wriggling off the sheets.
“faster?” he shakes his head, fingers angrily pinching your clit in a silent warning to lay back down, only continuing to rub at your clit when you respond correctly. “nah, i think you’re gonna cum just like this.”
looking at him with a look that physically pains him, you push out your bottom lip, “l-like this? without you inside me?”
“hmmmm…” he ‘debates’ mouth moving from side to side, ignoring the feeling of his balls churching at the sight of your cute pleading, “actually—no, that’s a pretty good idea,” ripping his fingers away from toying with your pussy to stick his cock right back inside ya, leaving you breathless and silent as it rips you apart in one feverish thrust.
“fuuuuckkkk!”
“keep breathing pretty,” keigo’s humming, placing a soft kiss to your ankle, praises after praises lazily falling off his pink tongue. “doing soooo damn good f’me, love this pussy baby girl. fuckkk—can tell you’re close, relax for me? please?”
you’re so fucked out he’s sure you aren’t even listening to him until your narrowly relaxing your tight walls, letting him massage your g-spot with his thick cock just like you love it, fingertips finding that sweet spot between your lips again, rubbing it even slower than before. “there ya go, good fuckin’ girl.”
keigo always knows how to make you swoon, cheeky words going straight to your obedient cunt, the pleasure making you lose your goddamn mind—
“—mhm, gonna cum right now, aren’t you? let me feel it, soak me angel.”
“…right now?” nose twitching, pleasure suddenly lolls throughout your body, orgasm hitting you with a heart shaped arrow straight to the core, a silky purrrrr roaring from your chest. “oh—oh fuck!”
he’s fucking into you like a mad man, abusing your pussy like he hates it, cock meanly snapping into your cervix, fucking you through your dizzying high.
“keigo! slow downnnn—” slapping at his sculpted body, he doesn’t slow his feverish thrusts, words of praise turning into incoherent babbles as he throws his head back, muscles flexing, abs tensing.
so numb and fucked out you realize keigo is cumming inside of you. thick and sappy seed easily mixes with your extra sticky slick, the creamy concoction pouring right out of your gaping slit and down the mattress.
he looks back down at you, amber eyes looking black the way his pupils have blown up practically triple in size, “can’t-can’t with you lookin’ at me like that sweets.”
keigo doesn’t seem to notice his balls emptying just yet, too busy talking you… or more like himself through the high, teeth chattering, lips stuttering, “mmmm—give me another one real quick, please baby?
“seriously?” you’re asking, falling back down into the sheets, the thin cotton sticking to your shoulders as you shutter, keigo showing no signs of slowing down any time soon.
╰ 18+ MDNI. red riot’s unbreakable? we’ll see about THAT when you’re done milking him dry!
“think you can handle one more?”
thick hips plopping down to fuck against kirishima’s rock hard cock, it’s quite the challenge for him to focus on anything other than the leaky rivets of cum pouring out of your slit each time your ass fully lifts off of him, strings of past creampies building up and connecting you to one another.
the room was scorching, pallid walls clouded in thick layers of musky humidity as your sinful noises bled into them. everything down to the friction filled spot where the two of you meet was boiling hot, the smell of piquant sex and salty sweat suffocating the way it wrapped around your bodies, pulse thumpin' whilst you rode him like his cock was your lifeline.
kirishima looks so pretty like this. a writhing mess beneath you, mouth swollen and bottom lip littered with teeth marks from him biting into it hard each time he came inside of you. gelled back bangs lifeless and hanging down on his sticky forehead. perfect.
he bites that same spot again, porcelain teeth piercing into the corners, lip pursing out in a whine, “no—yes! please baby, ‘s a lot but—”
“—but?” you cock your head, halting your movements to grind against him, leaving the bulky man gasping for air.
“but you feel so fucking good!” throwing his head backwards and into the headboard, kirishima grips your hips, encouraging your greedy moments to rut into him, clit throbbing and pulsating when it perfectly catches the tuff of dark hair on his pelvis.
“soooo good!” you’re mumbling, cunt biting down on his shaft, pressing a hand down on his sculpted abs to lift yourself upright, vigorous motions picking back up once more. “jus’ don’t wanna stop yet—one more, one more pleaseeee?”
“whatever you want babydoll,” kirishima stutters out, voice dropping into a guttural tone, fingers kneading your ass like dough, “lookin’ so fucking perfect on top of me, whatever this pussy wants—she gets.”
adjusting yourself, feet planting flat down on either side of his tree trunk thighs, the angle hits just right. strawberry-red tip plump and uncontrollably sobbing in your canal, his cock curves upright, leaky slit dripping its luscious sticky seed past your cervix and prettily pressin’ into your abused g-spot.
throwing your head back, you whine, little moans slipping from gaped lips, “yes! wanna break you eiji!”
“fuckkkk—you’re doing a pretty good job at thaaaat!”
milking his cock ‘til the sun rises and cows come home, you’re unsure how many orgasms you’ve pulled out of him, your own cunt on its nth high of the night somehow showing no signs of stopping, cunt sucking up ever last drop of seed from his balls.
“think you can cum again, red riot?”
how could he say no to that pretty little fucked out face saying his hero name so sinfully in a time like this? pussy grinding around and around on his globular cockhead, letting the tip smush each side of your sensitive walls in search of any crevice left untouched.
not like it could find any.
“shittt—i wanna, but the way you’re squeezin’ my dick, i’m not too sure baby.”
thick webs of cum smeared up and down your insides leaks down his thighs, salty seed uncomfortably drying off in flakes, peeling off his rough skin. there’s not a chance in hell he can come again, let alone fill you any further with seed.
you don’t believe that.
“wrong answer!”
“shit baby, cant you see i’m trying?” he’s sighing, stretching a hand behind his head, “never seen you be so fucking greedy ‘til now.”
kirishima wants to be good for you. ignoring the way you’re snappin’ him practically in half with your tight cunt alone, the pain in his lower groin is powerful enough to knock back even the strongest of mankind, the sheer fortitude to take orgasm after orgasm building into a dizzying array of emotions.
“i’m not greedy! you’re acting weak, like you can’t take it!” clammy plams land flat on his chest, numb thighs maneuvering alongside his to fuck yourself on to him even harder. the pace of your thighs picks up to where it was before, each syllable of praise spilling from your mouth being met with a plop of your cunt downwards.
“you’re unbreakable! s-strong! so strong eijiro!” words slurring and starting to blend in with the sounds of your sopping cunt, you press him deeper down into the sheets, shoulders slacked into the headboard and digging into the mahogany grain, “supposed to sit here like a rock ‘n take it!”
the power you, or—in this case, your cunt has on him intensifies, brows furrowing in determination he surges forward, two hands finding the blades of your shoulders and gripping you into place, fucking his cock up into your cunt.
“fuckkkkk—ima make sure i take it jus’ for you sweets, b-but can you?”
“yes?” you’re questioning before he’s pistoning his cockhead into you at an angle, skin aggressively slapping together as he swabs at your cervix with a force so strong you’re seeing stars, “oh! m-mmmmfh—eijiro!”
“complementing me t’get what you want?” he’s far stronger than you, arms easily throwing your body up and down off his cock as he bucks into you. “you know just how to mess with me baby.”
it’s animalistic. the way kirishima chases his high so agressive makes your stomach churn, eyes fluttering shut once his calloused thumb begins toying at your pretty little pearl, swooshing its folds in a circle motion.
your favorite.
“eijiiiii!” you slur, tongue lolling out your bottom lip with a thick glob of spittle, one kirishima notices and laps at up straight away, pulling you into a hectic kiss.
he’s messy with it, lips smacking together and tongues battling for dominance, you swallow each others warbling moans, the band in your core beginning to feel taught, thighs starting to shake.
the sloshing between your legs grows foamy, a tell tale sign kirishima’s cumming, again. “i—fuckkkkk baby, am i cumming? can’t tell with how fucking wet this pussy is, what’d ya think baby girl?” he’s pulling away, watching the way his next load and cum oozes out of your stretched hole and down to his base.
“i-i don’t k-know—”
“—you don’t? hmm-let’s see,” he’s cutting you off, pointer finger joining his thumb to place a rough pinch to your clit and smiling once he sees your face jolt in pleasure.
breathless and silent you’re cumming, pin pricks shooting down your achy calves as kirishima forces you to ride it out. body lying limp on top of him, he grinds himself into your slit, pussy throbbing as it clenches to suck up every last ounce of milky seed he’s poured inside of you.
panting, your achy torso falls into his chest, cheek squishing against his taut peck, salty sweet swiping over your bottom lip.
kirishima allows it, tumbling into the messy array of pillows behind his crimson hair to grip you tight, lips pressing to the top of your sweat coated hairline.
just when he thinks you’re done and he can finally relax, your cunt clenches one, twice, hips stuttering on his softening shaft like a hand on a stick shift, lips slurring.
“just one moreee, please? gotta get you stronger, don’t we?”
he runs a palm down the side of his flushed cheek, voice hoarse, “baby, my balls—you drained ‘em already, i’m sure you’ve got me shooting blanks by now.”
“come on!” your head pops up, lips twisting into a tiny smirk that can only mean one thing. “don’t you trust me?”
“no baby. i don’t.”
a/n: yes yes another kiri riding fic sue me! im a cat making biscuits in his lap :3
Your boyfriend moaned as he sunk into your pretty cunt raw for the first time. He was in a rush to get home, coming back after a very hard and frustrating day of work. He was supposed to pick up condoms, but he was so fatigued he must've forgotten! Silly him! Which lead you to the current situation you're in. You guys had spoken about going raw if he promised to pull out. And you just felt so bad as he begged and begged. He just needed you, his perfect girl! Who could blame him? And who are you to deny your perfect boy. So naturally, you ended up folded in half under him, whining and moaning as he began pounding into your cunt
"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry- Shit, I c-can't help it, feels t-t'good"
He was stuttering. Stuttering. He was always so good at keeping his voice firm, but you were just so warm and so tight and so wet and- Fuck he couldn't help it. You looked so pretty under him, eyes glossy and cheeks flushed. He can only imagine how much prettier you'd look pregnant. Waddling around nice n' round with his child, always asking him for help, being sooo sensitive, full of milk, always horny. He just had to breed you now! You don't have to worry, he'll make sure your nice and taken care of, he promises! He reaches down to rub your swollen clit, the bundle of nerves so sensitive.
"C'mon, pretty, cum with me- Gonna stuff you so full, make you such a p-pretty mama. You like that, y-yeah? The thought of me k-knocking- oh fuck- y-you up? Having my cum drip out of your pretty cunt?"
You clenched tightly around him, letting out a broken moan of his name as you came around him, your back arching of the mattress and your eyes rolling up into your skull, your vision going white. You couldn't help it, it felt so good. He felt so good. His hips stuttered, faltering as he came in you, stuffing you full. He collapsed on top of you, panting into your shoulder. So much for pulling out. Whoops.
Soooo, requests are open! Love yall! This was so fun! :3 P.S. he totally didn't forget
You woke up in a sweat, breath quick and heartbeat quicker. You took a second to catch your breath, and it didn't take long for you to notice the aching heat between your legs.
With a soft whine, you shift around on the bed, trying to get comfortable.
“The hell?” A gruff voice comes from somewhere behind you—a voice you could recognize anywhere.
You turn around on the bed to face your husband, and he looks gorgeous. Crimson-colored eyes glazed over, blonde hair spiky and messy from sleep, voice rough. No matter how many times you see him like this, you'll never get over how good he looks. “I'm sorry, Kats, didn't mean to wake you”
He had been on a mission for almost a week and had just gotten back a few hours before. He was beat, exhaustion evident in his movement and expressions. Sleep had become a priority over fucking you good tonight.
“‘Ts alright. Can't sleep?” You shake your head. You’d been up all night, dozing on and off. You were tired, but the ache between your legs was undeniable. Your thighs clenched together, cute cotton panties all sticky. You felt like a pervert, getting all worked up for him while he's sleeping soundly beside you. You just couldn't help it! He's too handsome!
You're snapped out of your thoughts rather quickly as he pulls you flush against him, his hands resting on the back of your thighs, right below your ass. “What's got you so worked up?”
Rubbing your thighs together subtly, you whine, “Need you, Kats.” his eyes widen ever so slightly. If he wasn't awake before, he sure is now. He shifts with a soft groan, his sweats already growing tight.
“Seriously? It's the middle of the fuckin’ night”
“Please, need to feel you. You don't even have to do anything, jus’ wanna feel full.” You're borderline begging now; it's pathetic. You'd be embarrassed if you weren't so tired and needy.
He sighs deeply, already moving his sweats down, “Fine, just go to sleep.” he frees his hard cock from his sweats, small beads of precum already building at his tip.
You move quickly, moving your panties to the side and running his dick through your sticky folds. You slowly inch him in, the stretch feeling intoxicating because you're so pent up.
Once he was fully inside you, you curled up towards his warm and toned chest.
Katsuki looks down at you, already sound asleep, breathing softly. You just needed to feel him deep inside you.
First fic!! Honestly, not sure how I feel about it. If you guys have any tips, please let me know. I'm always trying to improve!!
You had been tossing and turning the whole night, just unable to fall asleep. You had tried everything: melatonin, a warm drink, soft music. Nothing worked, and it didn't help that your husband wasn't in bed next to you.
Izuku has always been a hard worker, always doing the most to achieve his dreams, and now that he's a teacher, he does the most to help his students achieve theirs.
You love that about him, how he's always so willing to help people, but now is one of those times when you wish he would just take a break. He's been in his home office for hours now when he should be in bed with you.
You rub your thighs together; you’ve been needy all night. You and Izuku haven't fucked in almost 3 weeks, as he's been so busy with his students, and you can't help but feel a little neglected.
You swing your legs over the side of the bed and make your way down the hall to his office. You slide the door open quietly, smiling to yourself as you see how focused he is. Eyes scanning over his laptop screen, fingers dragging over the keys, that soft pout on his face, God, you melt every time. He's so beautiful you–
Izuku’s soft voice snaps you out of your trance. “Baby, you okay? You're staring.”
You nod meekly, and after a short pause, speak up in that soft manner. “When are you coming to bed?”
Sighing softly, he replies. “Soon, baby”
He watches your face closely. “You said that an hour ago!”
“I'm sorry, but I still have work to do”
“But Izu!” he cuts you off quickly.
“No buts, I have work to do that needs to get done tonight. I'll come to bed soon.” his eyes drift back to the screen while you pout, clearly not happy with his answers.
You walk over to his desk and crawl under it, moving your hands to his bulge, toying with the zipper. He pushes his chair back slightly to see you, raising a brow in amusement.
“Can I help you?”
“Want you, Izu,” you whine softly, “need you feel you.”
He chuckles, “You wanna suck me off, baby?” You nod eagerly, almost pathetically so. “Go ahead then, suck me off.”
You make quick work of moving his pants and boxers, taking his dick and stroking it slowly before you put it in your mouth, going down on him.
After a bit of sucking him off, you start to get tired. “You okay? Getting tired?” you groan softly in confirmation; you forget just how observant he is sometimes. “Come up here.” he pats his lap, already helping you up off the floor.
You straddle him, leaning against his chest sleepily, eyes fluttering as you relax in his arms.
Your eyes snap open, suddenly alert as he runs his tip through your folds. “Zukuuu”
“Shh, baby, it's okay. " I'll be gentle,” he pushes his cock inch by inch into your sticky cunt. Once he's bottomed out inside you, he doesn't move; instead, he goes back to his work.
“Izu? Why aren't you moving?” you whined softly, your so tired, but you need him so badly.
“Want you to wait for me. Can you be a good girl for me and stay still?” You nod meekly, obviously wanting nothing more than to be his, his good girl.
Maybe twenty or thirty minutes pass, you've tried to move just a little, grind softly on him, but he shuts it down as soon as it starts.
After a little while, he finally closes his laptop; the soft clink is music to your ears. You lift your head from his shoulder, looking so hopeful it's pathetic.
He starts to move, thrusting his cock in and out slowly. Your cunt is sopping wet, lewd squelching sounds filling the room as he speeds up.
It's not long before you're begging for it, saying “please” over and over again like a chant.
His voice comes out low and teasing, “You wanna come for me?”
You nod eagerly. “Please, please please, Izu, need it, need you, fuck–”
“You can cum, baby, go ahead.” his words snap the last bit of control you had left, and before you know it, you're cumming all over his cock as he thrusts up into you, still chasing his own high before cumming deep inside you.
“shit you feel so good, squeezing me so tight.” he pulls out slowly, his hot white seed dripping out of you.
He holds you against him, catching his breath. “Thank you, baby. Let's get to bed”
i wrote this in one sitting…i really need to touch some grass 😭 anywaysss, hope you guys like this!!
"Ngh..." He grunted as you settled yourself on his dick. You two were on the bed of his dorm as third year students at UA.
He had been waiting for this. Every time you got close and made him blush, every silly joke, and when he asked to be your boyfriend. "It's tight." He panted out, his breath hot against your neck as he sat up on the edge of the bed.
You smirked, giving him a peck on the cheek., one hand ran through his hair and the other stilled on his neck.
He looked into your eyes with his green puppy irises and he just started to thrust his hips upward. You let out a surprised moan and he hummed. "Want more... it is so tight..." he choked out.
You responded with a giggle and started to match his body, thumping downward with pretty squelches and wet smacks. Eventually, the two of you started to make the pace progress. He gave you the softest whimpers and the hottest submissive moans. "Baby, g'na cum..." he breathed. "Let's do it together, hm? G'na be a good boy?" You asked, going a bit harder than he had been. He nodded. "Good- good boy, g'na... hangh-" He gasped, his seed shooting out in thick ropes. It stuck to the walls of your swollen pussy.
This is my first piece of smut... And it was rushed. 😿 plspls like if it was at least somewhat good😭
It’s the first thing that comes to your brain as you watch him strip his boxers down from your spot at the foot of the bed. Three months into the relationship, and the rising tension finally snapped, with you point-blank asking him during movie night - doe eyes and all - if you could suck his dick. His reaction was much what you were expecting, stuttering out an Are you sure? before letting you maneuver his sweatpants off.
His dick wasn’t terribly long, maybe 6 inches - but he was thick. It looked heavy too, slowly hardening and twitching against his stomach as he beckoned you over with two fingers.
“My eyes are up here, baby,” his voice was soft, pale blue shirt still on, hugging the swell of his shoulders just right.
You whined softly, “I get to see your eyes every day. Wanna look at this instead.” You punctuated your sentence by gripping a hand around his length, pulling a strained gasp from him.
Izuku’s hips jerked into your touch, thick cock pulsing in your palm. It curved slightly upward, the shaft a deeper shade of pink at the base that faded to a flushed, swollen head. Prominent veins ran along its length, throbbing under your fingers with every heartbeat - a bead of precum already welled at the flushed tip, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to drag your tongue over it, slow and deliberate. He tasted clean and a little salty - perfect. The sound that tore out of him was wrecked - half-moan, half-whimper - and his hand flew to your hair, fingers threading gently even as his thighs trembled.
“F-fuck… baby,” he breathed, voice cracking in that sweet, desperate way he only ever let you hear. His green eyes were half-lidded now, watching you with something between awe and hunger. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched over defined muscle from years of hero work, hem riding up to expose his abs.
You took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth. He was so thick your jaw already ached in the best way, but you pushed forward anyway, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue along the underside. Izuku’s grip tightened in your hair - not pulling, just holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
“You’re - ah! - doing so good,” he praised, voice hoarse. “So pretty with your mouth full. Look at you…”
The words went straight between your legs. You moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch against your tongue. Bobbing your head faster, you worked what you couldn’t fit with your hand, twisting your wrist just right at the base. Spit slicked down his shaft, dripping onto his balls, and you used your free hand to cup them gently, rolling them in your palm.
Izuku’s head fell back against the headrest, a broken groan escaping him. “Yes- just like that- fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep- nngh-”
You pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock. “Then don’t,” you murmured, voice husky. “Want you to cum in my mouth, Izuku. Please?”
His eyes snapped to yours, wide and dark with lust. “You sure? You don’t have to-”
You answered by sucking him back down, taking him as deep as you could until your nose brushed the dark curls at his base. You swallowed around him, throat working, and that was it. Izuku’s hips stuttered, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as he came hard. Thick, hot spurts flooded your mouth, and you swallowed every drop, humming happily as he shook through it.
When he finally softened, you pulled off gently, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before crawling up his body. Izuku immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. His heart hammered under your ear, and he buried his face in your hair, pressing kisses to your temple.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice still shaky. “I love you so much. Let me… let me take care of you now, yeah?”
His hand was already sliding down your front, slipping under your waistband with that same gentle determination that made your stomach flip. You smiled against his neck, nipping lightly.
“Only if I get to ride you after.”
Izuku laughed softly, the sound warm and fond, even as his fingers found you already soaked.
teacher izuku midoriya eating pussy in his own attentive (mean) way
❤︎ᰯ mean dom¡ teacher izuku midoriya x fem¡sub reader.
۪۟ ˖͢🗯 ⃟ cw/tw : mdni. smut. cunnilingus 👅, dirty talking, use of the word clit. degradation if u squint + praise, fingering. not proofread
synopsis : teacher izuku loves to mutter things he sees while he is eating you out, after all he has always been a observant guy ;)
Teacher izuku midoriya who mutters random things your body does while he is eating you out, he is so attentive, so attentive that it scares you sometimes.
he learnt exactly when you squeeze his head between your thighs harder. when you shudder and writhe under him, exactly when it gets so overwhelming for you that you try to push him off and squirm away from his mouth.
“Princess do you know you roll your eyes when i flatten my tongue against your clit”
“izuku s-stop saying embarrassi– fuck”
“sorry mm..yes pretty?” he is back lapping at your cunt like a starved man before you can respond and he knows you cannot form a coherent word right now.
his curls are sticking to his forehead and his shoulder shake a little but his eyes stay fixed on you, studying you like a difficult hero work.
Izuku chuckled against your slick folds when he sees you squeezing you eyes shut, ahh– he is so familiar with you. he is having so much fun.
he continued to lick and suck at your clit, the vibrations of his laughter sending delicious shivers through you. “you're so responsive, princess. I love watching you fall apart for me”
He slid two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot deep within. His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit as he pumped his rough fingers in and out. sometimes you feel like your walls could feel the callouses of his hand inside you. like they remember every patch of rough skin.
Izuku groaned in approval when he felt your thigh pressing against his head. he buried his face again between your thighs, inhaling you the way your wetness smelt.
“God, you smell amazing– can't get enough of this sweet cunt.”
He removed his finger, pausing before he licked a slow stripe up your slit before focusing on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth.
“Your little clit is so swollen and hard for me. It's like it's begging for my tongue”
you whimper at his words, he is so evil— who would think the sweet and upright teacher is so vile in bed. And he knows it, he knows how his words gets you. He is a menace after all, he smirks every time you shudder at his filthy words. knowing exactly how to push your buttons. He loved reducing you to a quivering mess with just his mouth and fingers.
“it throbs whenever i leave it unattended like this” izuku removes his tongue from your bud, instead he uses two of his fingers to spread your folds and observe it under his eyes.
ah, there it was– another throb. god, he is trying to hide a smile, trying to maintain the sweet image. but you both know how much he loves to mess around with you like this.
you whine, trying to thrash your leg against him. “izuku– stop being mean– need you tongue please”
“Mmm... I love it when you whine for me like that, nothing in your pretty little head– just all desperate” he mocks in condescending tone, he pushes back two of his fingers inside as your body jolts up.
and he really loves you, dont you get it? or why else would he lick up and down your folds again, why else would he suck on your little clit again.
“Such a good girl taking my tongue so well.”
He curled his fingers inside you, rubbing that special spot as he sucked hard on your clit.
“bet no one else has ever made this pretty cunt feel this good– Only me right baby”
teacher izuku is a mean mean guy who uses his attentiveness against you.
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