I think bkg likes to fuck with your ankles on his shoulders and he likes to give one of them a little kiss when youâre crying for him so perfectly :)
nods nods i think he has a tendency to just fold you up underneath him because he like to be as close to you as possible, see your face when it scrunches and twists with pleasure. if youâre crying itâs because youâre overwhelmed with the intensity, katsuki will start trailing kisses from your ankles and down your thighs as he moves to press your knees into your breasts and kiss all the way up to your cheeks :( nuzzling his nose against yours, breathy praise rolling over your wet lips as his hips smack into yours deep and passionately
Katsuki gets stood up at a restaurant far too expensive for disappointment.
Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city, stretching glittering lights across the glass like spilled gold. The soft clink of silverware and low jazz humming through the speakers blurred into background noise the longer he sat there.
His phone stayed face down near the edge of the table. No new messages. No apology. Nothing.
Weeks ago, maybe this would've pissed him off more. Maybe he would've called. Sent another text. Asked where the hell she was.
Now?
He just looked tired.
Arms folded loosely across his chest, he stared out beyond the skyline with the detached calm of someone who'd already mourned the relationship long before tonight officially killed it. This dinner had been a final courtesy. One last attempt at doing things face to face instead of hiding behind a screen.
She didn't show.
That told him enough.
Two tables over, you sat tucked into the corner booth with a half-finished bottle of wine and a growing irritation aimed directly at your manager.
Three glasses in had left a pleasant warmth swimming through your body âenough to soften the sharp edges of your mood without pushing you anywhere near sloppy. You needed the quiet. Needed one night where nobody hovered. No stylists. No security. No cameras catching you stepping out of a car.
Just good food and space to breathe.
Your wig tonight was good. Really good. The kind that blended so naturally nobody would second guess it. Paired with the black long sleeve dress hugging your figure and the dangerously short pleated skirt. You looked less like a celebrity avoiding attention and more like the kind of woman people stared at accidentally.
Knee-high boots under the table crossed neatly at the ankle as you lifted your wine glass to your lips again. outfit here <<
And unfortunately for him, you noticed him immediately.
Blonde.
Beautiful in an unfair kind of way.
The type of man who looked expensive without trying.
Your gaze drifted toward the single yellow rose and an envelope propped up on a candle sliding back up to his face.
Oh.
He got stood up.
A small crease pulled between your brows. That almost never happened to men who looked like him.
Leaning forward, your elbow pressed against the table while your cheek rested lazily against your palm, eyes lingering and thenâ
He looked over.
Red eyes met yours instantly. Tired at first. Distant. Before the realization settled that someone had been staring.
And not just someone.
His attention caught briefly on your half-lidded gaze before lowering âburgundy under gloss stained lips. The delicate jewelry resting against your throat. The way your posture somehow stayed elegant even folded over the table like that.
Pretty wasn't enough of a word.
What threw him more was the familiarity crawling at the back of his mind. Like he'd seen you somewhere before.
Not enough for him to place.
Just enough to itch at the back of his mind.
Then you smiled.
Small. Knowing. The corner of your burgundy lips curling around the rim of your wine glass like you caught him slipping.
He cleared his throat immediately, dragging his gaze back toward the windows before he embarrassed himself.
Cute.
You finished the rest of your glass in one slow sip before setting it down gently against the tablecloth.
And before your brain could talk you out of it âyour body moved first, delicate fingers folding around the handle of your matching purse.
The short walk between your tables suddenly felt louder than the entire restaurant. Boots clicking softly against the floor until you stopped beside him.
Up close, he looked even worse for your sanity.
Broad shoulders folded into the back of the chair. Blond hair slightly messy from his hands dragging through it all night. Those red eyes sharper this close âdeep ruby under the dim lighting, intense enough to make most people nervous.
You liked that right away.
âWaiting on someone?â you asked softly.
Not teasing and not innocent either.
He looked up at you, visibly caught off guard by the fact you were speaking to him at all.
âNot anymore,â he answered after a second, rubbing the back of his neck.
A quiet laugh slipped from you. âBummer.â
And before he could even process what was happening, you sat on the chair next to him. One leg crossed smoothly over the other, body turned completely toward him like he suddenly had your full attention and no-one else in the room mattered.
That nearly did him in right there.
Because beautiful women existed âobviously.
But women like you didn't just walk across restaurants and place themselves into a strangerâs night like this.
Not willingly.
Not looking at them like that.
His gaze flickered over you before he could stop it. The fitted black fabric hugging your body. The pleated skirt riding dangerously high once you crossed your legs. The faint shine of sheer stockings.
Every detail about you felt expensive.
intentional.
âAnd youâŚâ His voice roughened slightly before he cleared it. âWhat about you?â -then your perfume hit him fully. Warm. Addicting. Feminine in a way that settled low in his stomach almost instantly.
Jesus Christ.
He forced himself to focus.
You tilted your head thoughtfully at the question, fingers tracing slowly around the rim of an untouched water glass.
âJust looking for a distraction.â
The eye contact never broke once.
And that answer combined with the way you said it nearly made him forget how to think. His ears warmed despite himself.
âThat so?â he asked carefully, though the slight challenge in his tone betrayed him.
Because part of him still didnât believe this was real. Didnât believe someone who looked like you would willingly sit here flirting with him while his ex technically still occupied the back of his mind like unfinished paperwork.
You hummed softly before letting your gaze drag over him again.
âHard to believe someone who looks as good as you got stood up.â
A grin tugged at your lips.
âSheâs gotta be a bitch.â
For the first time all night âhe laughed.
Low and genuine.
And somehow that sound felt more rewarding than it shouldâve. It finally broke the tension between you. He leaned back slightly, a low laugh slipping out of him as he rubbed at his jaw.
âYeah,â he admitted. âMânot so good at picking nice ones it seems.â
You smiled into your glass at that.
Cute.
âGonna ask you a couple questions.â
His brow lifted.
âJust keep your answers simple, k?â
Something about the way you said it made his stomach tighten.
He nodded once, shifting in his chair slightly. âAlright.â
Your eyes flicked toward the envelope propped up next to candle.
âWhatâs in there?â
âA check.â
Short answer.
Just like you asked.
âDrove here?â you asked.
âYeah.â
âYou a good driver?â
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth this time. âBetter than most.â
"Occupation?"
"Aerospace engineer"
You hummed approvingly.
âName?â
âKatsuki.â
The way you repeated it almost sounded obscene. âMmm⌠Katssuukiii.â The syllables melted right off your tongue smooth and slow, he physically felt the effect of it somewhere deep in his chest.
Or maybe lower.
His tongue dragged briefly across his bottom lip before he caught himself.
âAnd yours?â
You gave him a fake name easily.
Your finger tapped once against the stem of a wine glass before your gaze dragged slowly back to him.
âThink you could lift me?â
He actually scoffed at that.
Not cocky.
Certain.
âEasily,â he said. âOne hand too.â
That made your smile widen properly for the first time tonight.
God.
He almost stopped breathing over something as small as that.
You leaned back on the chair after that, crossing your arms loosely beneath your chest while still facing him.
The movement alone nearly distracted him.
Then came the dangerous part.
Your lashes lowered slightly as you looked up at him.
âWanna leave here?â
He held your gaze.
âwith me?â you added softly.
His throat worked around a swallow as his eyes flicked down to your lips for the first time all night without immediately looking away after.
He was trying so hard to keep it together.
Trying to stay smooth. Calm. Unaffected.
Meanwhile you were sitting beside him looking like temptation dressed in black fabric and glossy lips.
âYeah,â he answered finally, voice lower now.
â â -- -- -
The restraint he carried all night cracked open the moment you stepped into his domain. Palms firm beneath your thighs hauling you up against him like heâd been thinking about it the entire drive home.
A startled laugh barely left your mouth.
God.
Your pulse fluttered instantly as you wrapped your legs around him. You pressed open-mouthed kisses against his neck just to feel the way his breathing broke.
His mouth found yours too, rough kisses pressing against sensitive skin hard enough to make your head tip back.
âkatsukiâ
He grunted softly at the sound of his name falling from your lips like that. He held you with embarrassing ease while he walked you deeper into the apartment.
You loved that.
Loved the confidence in it.
The way he handled you like he already knew you liked being moved around. Like he knew pretty girls like you got dizzy over strength.
By the time the edge of his desk hit the backs of your legs, your breathing had already gone uneven, barely giving you a second to recover before his hands were undoing the zipper to your boots.
He turned you around so quickly it made your head spin.
One second you were facing him â the next your front was pressed against the desk, trapped between the solid edge of it and the heat of his body crowding close behind you.
A breath caught in your throat.
His hands moved slowly this time.
Deliberately.
Sliding over your shoulders and down your arms like he was taking his time learning every inch of you beneath his palms before settling firmly at your hips.
Then he bent you over.
The position alone nearly made your knees weaken.
He paused there for a second just to look at you.
And fuck.
You looked unreal like this.
Spread out beneath the low office lighting, skirt pushed up your thighs, breathing uneven already from how easily he handled you.
A rough sound left him before he dropped to his knees behind you, fingers hooking impatiently into your stockings.
The fabric tore under his hands without much effort.
His gaze darkened slowly the higher the ripped material disappeared down your legs, revealing flashes of warm skin until finallyâ
Bright red lace.
Already damp.
The sight made him still for half a second.
Of course your panties were red.
His favorite color.
The sight pulls something dangerous from him.
A low sound.
Satisfied.
His mouth dragged along the inner parts of your thigh âgreedy with it, like he couldnât decide whether he wanted to kiss it or ruin you first.
âOpen,â he demanded.
And your body obeyed before your brain even caught up.
A satisfied sound rumbled low in his throat at how quickly you listened.
God, he liked that.
Liked the way your thighs opened without hesitation the second his hands touched you. The heat of his fingers spread across the backs of your thighs before gripping tighter, pulling your pussy lips further apart for him with an ease that made your pulse flutter embarrassingly fast.
The first touch of his mouth made your breath catch.
Then sharp inhale tore from your chest as he kissed you deeply, taking his time like he wanted to taste every reaction he pulled from you. The pleased hum he let out afterward sounded almost distracted. Like he couldnât believe how much he liked this already.
âKatsukiâŚâ you breathed shakily, fingers scrambling against the desk as he pressed another heated kiss against your clit.
The sound of his name nearly made him lose his mind.
His hands spread wider against your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wanted while his mouth worked lower again. Impatient now, like heâd spent too long imagining this during the drive home and couldnât hold himself back anymore.
He glanced up once âjust once âyour head tipped back as another breathless sound slipped from you, fingers tightening against the desk while the warmth of his mouth and the rough drag of his hands sent heat spiraling through your stomach.
âFuck,â he muttered, half under his breath.
Not even trying to sound smooth anymore.
The shaky inhale.
Your thighs twitching
The way your hips kept trying to chase more from him.
Another low, satisfied sound vibrated from his chest as his hands slid higher up your ass, keeping you spread like he's sure he's found that spot. He sucks at your clit and dips his tongue inside over and over. Flicking it faster and faster until you unravel in front him in real time.
The breathless little sounds slipping out every few seconds like you couldnât stop them.
âkatsssâŚâ you hissed weakly.
That finally pulled him back up.
Yeah.
He really fucking liked hearing that.
You turned your head just enough to look over your shoulder and nearly lost your mind at the sight of him.
His lips were swollen. Chin damp.
And somehow the sight of a man like him looking ruined because of you made heat curl low in your stomach all over again.
Pretty girls usually acted nervous under attention like this.
You didnât.
You just looked wrecked already.
The size of him alone made anticipation twist tightly in your stomach. Your thighs pressed together unconsciously at the sight of him palming his cock.
He noticed immediately.
A rough smirk tugged briefly at his mouth before fading again, attention dropping lower like he was admiring the exact effect he had on you.
God, you were eager.
âOpen fâme,â he said low.
The roughness in his voice sent heat straight through you.
Your body obeyed instantly.
He liked that far too much.
He dragged his cock slowly over the mess heâd already made of you. Focused. Concentrated. Like he was trying to burn the sight into his memory.
The other hand held firmly on your ass before gripping it and pulling you apart again. You glanced back just in time to catch the way his jaw tightened, the subtle twitch in his expression betraying just how badly he was trying to stay composed.
The first push of him forward knocked the breath clean from your lungs. Fingers gripping the desk harder as the sheer intensity of him overwhelmed your thoughts all at once.
Too much in the best possible way.
Behind you, he let out a strained sound through clenched teeth, head dropping briefly forward like he felt it just as hard.
âFuckâŚâ he breathed.
Low. Blissed out.
The warmth. The tightness. The way your body reacted to him instantlyâ
When he finally moved again, the reaction ripped matching sounds from both of you almost instantly.
Your head tipped back. His grip now on your hips tightened hard enough to keep you still when your body tried chasing more on instinct and that was apparently all the encouragement he needed.
His pace turned rougher immediately ânot sloppy, not rushed â precise. Like he was learning your body in real time and already figuring out exactly which movements pulled those sounds from you.
A strained groan slipped from him as one hand tightened hard against your hip while the other slid upward, fingers threading into your hair before gripping firmly.
The pull arched your back beautifully.
âGod damnitâŚâ he hissed under his breath.
Youâre warm. Tight. Responsive. Completely gone for him already.
You felt so good it was genuinely starting to mess with his head. The way your body kept tightening around him. The breathless sounds breaking apart every few seconds. How pretty you looked bent over his desk taking exactly what he gave you.
It was driving him insane.
âYou like that?â he asked low, almost teasing but his voice barely sounded controlled anymore.
Before you could answer, his hand tightened in your hair again, guiding your head back while his rhythm stayed devastatingly exact âdeep enough to keep pulling shaky gasps from your chest over and over.
Then something shifted.
A strange looseness against his hand.
At first neither of you noticed.
You were too lost in the feeling of him. Too consumed by the overwhelming heat twisting through your body.
But the next pull felt different.
Lighter.
His movements slowed slightly, brows furrowing as something soft slipped loose through his fingers.
Your wig came off completely.
Time stopped.
The room fell dead silent outside of both your uneven breathing.
His pace slowed.
Stopped.
Blonde strands mixed with auburn tumbled down as your real hair spilled over your shoulders, highlights catching beneath the dim office lighting.
He stared at it first.
Then at you.
And suddenly every blurred thought in his head started crashing together all at once.
Your voice.
Your face.
The familiarity thatâd been clawing at him since the restaurant.
The hair.
Auburn and blonde streaks from your most recent photoshoot.
His entire body went still.
Then he says it... The sound of your real name leaving his mouth made anxiety slam into your chest instantly.
Heâd already pulled back completely now, letting the wig slip from his hand onto the floor while he stared at you like his brain physically could not catch up.
Fuck fuck fuck.
This had literally never happened before but then again, you've never done this before either. You werenât supposed to be recognizable tonight.
But your real hair framed your face now âunmistakable beneath the office lighting âand judging by the look on his face?
He knew exactly who you were.
Not just recognized.
Knew.
His realization hit harder when he pulled back completely, he stared at you like his brain physically could not process what was happening.
And honestly?
Neither could yours.
Your stomach twisted hard enough to make your body tense involuntarily.
âShit,â he muttered immediately, stepping back.
He looked even more overwhelmed now than he did before. His chest rose sharply with each breath while one hand dragged through his messy blonde hair, ruby eyes fixed entirely on your face like looking away would somehow make this less real.
âI knew you looked familiar,â he said finally.
Quiet.
Dazed.
an: fuck I loved this⌠100 likes and ill drop part 2 tomorrow
Sorry my ass is always in here but you portray my thoughts so well ahem.
AND sometimes he will stay like three feet back or let you go first on the stairs so he can watch your ass move when you walkâŚ
this is bkg btw guys heâs an ass admirer and dare i say,, eater đ¤
âË⥠always walks behind of you bc itâs safer of and he can protect you - not cus he can stare at your ass and make sure no one else is
âË⥠if heâs walking next to you heâs got a hand on your lower back and slides its down to your ass or into your jean pocket
âË⥠hugs with him are divine like bear hugs and he always ends it with the cutest pats to your ass
âË⥠if thereâs a set of stairs he must be behind you cus thereâs no way heâs letting anyone else see all that
âË⥠when youâre laying in bed on your tummy he lays in between your legs and uses your ass as a pillow
and usually laying on your ass like that turns into him pulling down your sleep shorts, lifting you up on your knees and eating you out. heâll drag your slick up to your tight little hole with his tongue and circle it over and over while he fingers you. the little sounds you make when he pushes his tongue past the tight ring always make his cock throb.
and once you cum, he just has to fuck you and youâre more than happy to get fucked into your pillows. and heâll stare down at your ass and circle his thumb around the slick hole, pushing in so slowly, groaning at the way you clench around him and his thumb right before you cum all over him.
bakugou katsuki who genuinely truly gets pussy drunk when he eats you out.
heâs down there, eyes half lidded, tongue lazily lolling against you. hard to tell whatâs slick and whatâs spit. his hands on your thighs forcing them apart further as his tongue slides in even deeper. heâs practically moaning into you.
âffuck kats- itâs too much!â you whine as he pumps a finger into you, sucking harshly on your clit.
âi canât baby, yâjust taste so damn good. canât get ânough of ya..â as he removes his finger and goes back to slurping you up. breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert. he wants you for all of them.
and heâs so embarrassed by this but he always humps into the bed and literally cums into his pants every damn time. you always poke fun at him for messing up the bed and shit but then he just drags you onto the floor or couch and the whole thing repeats and heâs asking if this spot is better but your legs are shaking too hard to even form a thought.
but yeah katsuki would die a happy man between your legs. the only thing on earth heâd let defeat him.
Bf!bkg who always so politely taps his dick on your clit before he slides it in đŚ
i also do think this is very trueâŚâŚ knocking on da door. likes when you jolt. usually means you whine a little more as if that one action took an extra minute even though itâs a second.
đ ę° âŠ smut â mdni â pro hero bakugou & fem!reader. established relationship, unprotected sex, talk of condoms, subtle size kink, dacryphilia if you squint close enough -> bakugou is a responsible guy. he never forgets a thing. aside from the one time he forgets to buy condoms â no worries, youâve always wanted him to hit it raw.
âno⌠fuck. damn it, i swear i â!â
katsuki never forgets condoms, ever. heâs big on safe sex, tested regularly doesnât want any happy accidents before either of you are ready⌠but the one time he does forget to buy some, he genuinely nearly breaks down.
âf-fuck. sorry, baby â shit, i think weâre out.â bakugou rasps gruffly into your mouth â upset, begrudging. the bedside draw slams shut with a disappointing creak but it does nothing to dissipate heat in the air.
heâs teary eyed as he pulls back from your kiss swollen lips with the realisation. he hadnât stocked up before he left for his mission in kuwait and youâd used the last of them that same weekend. the blonde sniffs it off as nonchalantly as he can, the fact that heâs about to cry, because heâs painfully hard against your clothed cunt and he hasnât been able to properly have you in two weeks. a fist around his pulsing shaft and a memory of you bouncing back on him is barely enough for a man.
now youâre half naked underneath him and wet against his crotch, clothes still in a pathetic pile by the front door of your apartment because youâd welcomed him in with the same unexpected feverishness of a bustling cityâs summer heat wave. heated kisses and burning touches that speak more than a weekâs worth of yearning. katsuki feels stupid, he doesnât know why he cries, perhaps itâs because he knows â no condom means no sex. he hates to leave you high and dry, hates to have to go take a cold shower until he can hit the stores tomorrow, but then your fingers curl in ash blonde baby hairs and you pull him back into you as though heâs rope slipping through his fingers. firm. grounding.
âmaybe⌠maybe tonight we can try without?â you suggest because youâre so perfect, so undeniably good to him in ways the blonde isnât even sure he deserves. your lips are glossy, your eyes are glassy and katsuki can feel your pussy smear over him with a layer of sweet glaze â clenching around nothing just at the thought of taking him raw. âi donât want you to go. just want to be close to you.â you add, pouty. so pretty.
he should say no. he should insist on going down on you and rubbing one out in the shower later tonight. but there you are, squirming against his thickness that presses into your soft tummy, peering up at katsuki with those captivating, hypnotic eyes that plead for a slither of mercy. âplease.â you whisper, the secret lying underneath your tongue next to every form of begging you know possible. youâre prepared to do it, if it means having him sink into you completely free of rubber. just skin on skin and the passion burning in your lungs.
âokay,â pearls of sweat form a halo around his head, sand blonde locks stick to the feverish skin as it drops to your bare shoulder. blood diluted with droplets of sin set a course for south and katsukiâs thick shaft pulses to life against you â as if to lead him into temptation â put it in. âgod, fuck, okay. youâre gonna be good though? g-gonna let me pull out?â he manages a choked groan, rooted strongly in his chest like a sturdy oak tree. reverberating through your lush, syrupy cunt with enough bass to make you bend into him.
when you smile this time, itâs relieved and earnest â a beautiful glow that settles against the natural slopes of your features because katsuki strips faster than he ever has in his life. cock rock hard, wet and bare against you, seedy tip lathered in pre cum already married to your aching clit which he taps so lovingly against.
ân-no promises.â you mewl.
itâs so crude, no unlike the two of you, to be messy and raw. the heat of him blooms within you as bakugou lines up with your entrance, shallowly thrusting past the quivering hole with a grateful hiss. because heâs so lucky to be let into the gates of heaven. that youâll let him fuck you even with the risk.
âcanât play around like that, baby, c-canât say shit like that,â his breathing stutters, you squeeze around every hot, bare inch he gives to you. ââŚmmm fuckâ âm gonna â!â katsuki heaves into your neck, lips on your pulse point to check youâre still with him whilst he bottoms out â pelvis flush against yours, thighs hiked high on his hip, dick dragging along your welcoming walls. âyouâre gonna be the fuckinâ death of me.â
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opinions on yn being on top? đ¤đ¤ is it comfortable for the two, do they enjoy it ?
this is for you. whole fic on yn being on top.
but for general ideas.
some may disagree with this but intimacy with bkg tends to be 70/30 on dom/sub dynamics for him. like he is usually in control and putting you in position.
so saying that, even if youâre on top, he is sooooo power bottom. he is holding you by the hips and thrusting up OR heâs thrusting your body up and down him.
everyone loves it.
he lets you do what you want on top at the beginning. in control of the pace while he sits back and just rests his hands on your thigh. calls you pretty, asks why youâre so wet. but as soon as you get tired, heâs happily taking control. heâs got a little sweat on his forehead. youâre gripping his shoulders for purchase.
you also talk a lot more on top. groans and mumbles and slow drawls because he feels so much deeper. every push where itâs softer and youâre wailing.
anon who spoke about bkg and yn doing pottery togetherâŚ
i imagine bkg learning it in japan or smth like one of those random quirky things about him. he mentioned it in convo casually and youâre like âhuh????â so he rents out a pottery studio so both of you can go privately and he can teach you. he sits on the chair with you also on the chair in front of him, in between his thighs and back and ass pressed up against his crotch and chest. guides your hand together moulding the clay 𤤠v romantic and sensual and messy
yeaahhhhh i do see it. i find it funny him just randomly having a skill. i wanna believe he did three classes and was annoyingly good at it that heâs just able to tell people Yeah i can do pottery.
then when he takes you, he is actually good and able to teach you. him KNOWING itâs gonna be an intimate date while if itâs your first time doing it, you think heâs genuinely going to teach you to do some arts and crafts.
you having separate tables but quickly youâre complaining you canât control your clay. and heâs got his jumper sleeves pulled up to his biceps, forearms and hands all coated in clay.
âcmon iâll show you.â and drags his chair to sit behind yours.
head on your shoulder, now heâs whispering, back pressed to his chest. wet hands on his wet hands in the clay and itâs like heâs edging and praising at the same time.
âyeah, just like that. just wanna smooth it with your thumb. you wanna do a pot, huh?â
and i think itâs you getting aroused very slowly then all at once. like itâs the dim lights and the lofi music he put on in the background. heâs dressed so cute sexy boyfriendy in his jeans, boots and jumper. he also smells good. sweet masculine musk.
itâs a vibe heâs purposely curated and he knows youâd fall for.
with his head on your shoulder you turn to look at him and heâs immediately like, âyou good?â and you feel him pressed behind you. not hard (yet) but heâs there, his whole body holds you. so itâs just a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
âhm yeah. this is an adorable date.â you whisper back, and he smirks slowly.
âwanted to do somethinâ fun with you. we stay home often.â he replies, a kiss on the corner of your jaw.
and it is slow, sensual and romantic. his hands over yours, basically doing the job for you but it feels like youâre doing it. the clay is wet and cold but heâs hard and warm behind you.
you moaning that your white vest is stained with clay flecks so he just cups both your breasts with his clay hands. itâs a risky move from him. you could get mad or laugh.
luckily the second option, paired with whines, âwhyâd you do that!!â
then youâre spinning around on your stool to face him, right up close.
âwhyâd you wear a wool jumper to pottery. i canât even get you back,â you roll your eyes.
bakugou doesnât care, pulls off the item with his clay hands to leave him in a black muscle tank.
you grin, wet hands on him. first his arms, biceps, then you wet your hands again with the clay to press onto his pectorals.
âyouâre havinâ more fun with me than the clay.â
i genuinely love your writing so much so iâm curious what youâd might think of this idea. Bakugou x reader but reader is 100% inexperienced when it comes to the bedroom and Heâs the experienced one, i know i know itâs a very usual trope but i eat it upppp bc i still have my vcard at 24⌠oh woahhhhhwho said that?! totally understandable if itâs a no (â¸â¸â¸>ďš<â¸â¸â¸)
⏠FIRST TIME W/ KATSUKI BAKUGO
âshiiit! such a slutâyâsure you a virgin, sweets?â Katsuki groaned, delivering a smack to your ass as he guides your hips up and down his fat cock as you whimpered and cried from how much he was stretching you out. Your Bestfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, âreluctantlyâ helped you cum after you had told him you were ovulating. Heâd spent the past twenty minutes finger fucking you, lapping at your swollen clit and stretching you out, trying to make it less painful and a little more loose for when he fucked you, but it was impossible. Your tight little cunt squeezed around his lengthy fat dick everytime you bounced. Your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth agape and beads of sweat dripping down your forehead as your thighs burned and screamed at you to stop with each sloppy bounce. âGoshâfuck suki!â You whined, his bulbous tip pounding your g spot with each movement. You felt so so stuffed, his girthy 7 inches filling you up so tastefully. Sure, youâd seen your bestfriend walking around in boxers on FaceTime but never, ever did you think he would feel this good. His hands were on each ass cheek, helping you ride him, occasionally rutting up into you from how eager he was to fuck you, sorryâHow eager hers been to fuck you. Katsuki was a secret pervert. Heâd noticed anytime your skirt rode up too high or anytime you wore a shirt that made your boobs look greatâtempting. He was just good at hiding it. âfuck, sweets. been thinking about fuckinâ ya for sooo long.â He grunted, need evident in his voice as he watched how your struggled to ride him, legs shaking with each movement but still going to your best ability to please him. Such a good girl. âSo so big kats! canât take it nâmoreâ you whimpered, pouting and tears staining your cheeks as your bouncing slowed slightly. âmfphh yeah? I get you this weak?â he moaned, smirking and practically mocking you as he wrapped his arms around your body that was so much tinier compared to his, burying your head into the crook of his neck, hand massaging your scalp and tangling in your hair as he aggressively pounded up into you, sticky, repeated wet thrusts that made the both of you cry out in pleasure. âshit-shit-shit katsuki Iâm gonna cum!â You whined in his neck, soaking it with your tears and drooled as you came all over his cock, slick and jizz leaking out of you after he quickly pulled out, releasing his load all over the sheets and his thighs behind you with a needy little groan. âsâwont ever happen again, right n/n? wonât be able to leave ya ass alone if it does.â he muttered lowly in your ear, moving to press soft kisses on your neck, delivering another smack to your sore ass as he moved to get the both of you cleaned up. It definitely did happen again. again and again and again. He was so so obsessed, waiting for any opportunity to make you his girl.
i think you guys already know Iâm gonna say not proof readđĽš
hi again!! could you write where katsuki and reader and making out, our shirts off and he's taking off his pants when mitsuki walks into his room? đđ
It started off innocent, just a few smooches to rewind after a long day. You were staying over at Katsuki's parents house for a change so it wasn't like you had planned it.
But you just got a bit carried away, Katsuki just looked so gorgeous and you didn't want to pull away. It was all a blur until you were pulling your shirt over your head, the warm air hitting your skin. You kissed him again, sloppy and needy, as your fingers undid his shirt buttons.
It was difficult to draw your attention away from Katsuki's broad and muscular chest. You traced his muscles and his body shivered. He growled in annoyance. "Need you right now-"
Katsuki began to pull down his joggers to reveal the aching tent in his boxers when the door swung open.
"Hey Katsuki- Oh my god!" The woman shouted at the sight. "For the love of god, at least wait til night time!" Mitsuki groaned and turned away from the sight. Angry and disappointed her son was acting so foolish.
Your face burned and you quickly covered yourself, but not as quickly as Katsuki pulled up his pants. You both were staring at the floor in shame as Katsuki's mother gave you a stern telling off, it felt like she was disciplining children.
At the end of the conversation she grumbled and mentioned something about protection and it being still too early for grandkids.
The dinner afterwards was terribly awkward.
*⏠. °âŞ~
Hi again!! You always give the best askssss. Idk why I love this trope so much I feel like I've written similar to this a lot. I don't know if that says anything about me đ¤
Intense makeouts with new!bfbkg and thereâs no sex but itâs just all tension and heavy petting. Shit if heâs feeling bold he will let himself grind into you đ¤đ¤
NEW BOYF BKG BEFORE you have sex so everything is just intense and getting riled up and you both knowing youâve got to stop because nothing more is going to happen. making out in his car and effortlessly he drags you onto his lap. itâs after a while and he doesnât mean to when he starts grinding into you. or when he drops you home at the end of the night and outside your door heâs just supposed to say goodbye. but it turns into a kiss with becomes you opening your mouth and heâs caging you in by the door and youâre pressing against him. every time heâs leaving hard in his underwear. blinking away lust because your bed is literally behind that door. you both could. but the beginning new fun stages of sexual tension.
or even at a bar when heâs got his one drink for the night because he doesnât drink and maybe youâre at two in a low lit corner of the room and your hand is on his thigh and his on your hip. too touchy too quickly. pressed against each other. youâre buzzing just a little and making out.
Thinking abt being best friends with bkg and youâre always joking that he has a small dick and he never denies it because heâs packing, what does he have to defend himself for?
i actually never do best friend bkg because that man is either a stranger or my boyfriend NO INBETWEEN !!!
but the first time you joke and you expect him to get riled up, annoyed and complaining at you to shut up. but instead he just huffs a laugh, flickers his attention over to you then continues whatever heâs doing. because yeah, he knows the truth and it isnât that.
and the more you joke the more he doesnât react. sometimes even plays along and the whole time it gets you hot. LITERALLY BIG DICK ENERGY WE SPEAK OF!!! realising this is something he actually doesnât care about and it becomes a thing that heâs laughing at you.
to when it gets to the day where youâre making out and heâs throwing you on your bed and when he unzips his trousers youâre out loud, âoh wow.â he laughs, âtold ya.â
twin we are definitely on fleshlight level..... what u gotta say?! đ¤
cw: use of fleshlight, handcuffs, blindfold, brief oral (m!receiving), fem!reader
thinking aboutttt katsuki being mean to you all damn day, and he jokingly tells you that 'a fleshlight can get him off better than you could'. and of course, as soon as he says it, he's already forgotten it â spewed out of his mouth and into the void as he carries on with his day.
but you don't forget.
in fact, since katsuki loves a challenge, why not put it to the test?
shoving him onto the bed and telling him you've got a surprise, and when he feels you wrap the cuffs around his wrists and put the blindfold on his eyes, he assumes that's it.
but it isn't until he hears you shuffling around the room and fidgeting with a box, he knows he's in for trouble â because you're trouble. and now he's completely at your mercy.
his heart only sinks further when you ask him if he remembers the comment he made the other day, and asking him if he wanted to be put it to the test :)
you straddle his legs, fleshlight in hand â teasing the silicone lips against him and watching as it collects his slick. letting the toy shroud just the tip before you're pulling it back up.
the soft clanking of where he pulls on the cuffs is lost by the low groans that slip past his lips when he feels you push it all the way down. peppering soft kisses along his jawline before you're moving it again.
bringing your lips to his ear and asking him 'how it feels', and if it's 'just as good as he imagined', and all he does is turn his head away from the sound of your voice so you can't see the flushed look on his face when your hands pump him faster.
and even though katsuki would rather die than admit this is making him feel good â you can tell.Â
his thighs are tense, and each time the fleshlight sinks all the way down, his hips are rushing to meet you halfway. at some point, your hand doesn't even move, you're just watching him fuck the toy as if it was you.
his thrusts get sloppy and you can tell he's so close to cumming, but you're still a little upset, and also a tad jealous from watching so you swap out the toy for your mouth instead!
you don't think you've ever heard katsuki moan so loud in your life, the feeling of you wrapped around him in place of the plastic is hypnotizing. all wet and warm, his composure lost the moment he feels your tongue against the base of his cock.
there's a silence that takes over the room afterwards, before the soft rustle of the sheets replaces it. and when the cuffs and blindfold come off, he wastes no time holding you in his arms, nipping at your ear and telling you that you're 'such a fucking tease'.Â
and you're convinced he's sworn off toys, so you offer to throw it out. but instead, he tells you that he has more plans for it... one's that involve you a little more!
a/n: well i can't deny you sam ... people don't burn me at the stake here, sam brings out the freak in me. this may not stay up for too long fr
@lonelyfooryouonly and @izutwos ... here you go ...
summary: a sparring session with kirishima gets a little out of hand, and being the only medic able to deal with katsuki bakugou, youâre left with the aftermath.
content: fluff + SMUT - mdni ! boxer!bkg + medic!reader. kiri feature! blood & injury. feelings!!! tension. lots of banter. clear consent. semi-public. making out. thigh riding. slight marking / hickeys. fondling. titty sucking. fingerfucking. cum eating. bkg does not get off but he is fine w that. there is a quite a bit of build up before the smut lol. wc: 5.2k.
note: #needthat
masterlist. | header art credit: @ ami_ranthao on tiktok !
In the ring, he came alive. An absolute powerhouse, brute force and flawless technique bleeding together to create Katsuki Bakugou, one of the best up and coming boxers of your time. Everyone was a little enamoredâ a perfect face paired with such a vulgar tongue, an ego backed with the skill to match.
His win-or-nothing attitude led him to the top, but also caused complications with his medical staff. A few too many outbursts had scared them into backing down, allowing him to keep pushing despite his injuries.
 Until you were hired a few months ago.
The first day you were assigned to him, the other medics had either snickered or grimaced, having each had their own share of bad luck with him. It seemed to be some rite of passage among them. When you met him, you understood exactly what the others had meant. There was enough fire behind that stare to send anyone skittering away.
But, to their surprise, you had returned back in one piece, with a perfectly bandaged Katsuki trailing behind you; glowering with something like an irritating smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but tended to.
You were the only medic that could handle him.
Which is why you were spending your Saturday evening with your knees drawn to your chest on a bench at the edge of the boxing gym as he sparred with his close friend, and fellow boxer, Eijirou Kirishima.
The sound of their collective panting filled the air, the thud of fists against skin echoing off the walls as they tested each other.
Quick jabs, hits to the ribs; it was push and pull as they were nearly on equal ground, two decorated professionals with national titles.
You had to keep a close eyeâ track his movements to take note of any injuries, run over how exactly you would deal with each one. It was your job to.
But, admittedly, you found your gaze wandering against your will lately. More often than you wanted to admit.
It was difficult to ignore the way his biceps flexed with each jab, how soft blond tufts fell over his face, stuck to the sweat lining his forehead, the low hang of his boxing shorts highlighted his abs straining with each motion.
"Fuck!"
The sharp curse broke your trance, eyes snapping up, immediately alert.
Eijirou's hands flew over his mouth, his fighter's stance softening, hesitant hands reaching out towards his friend whose head was angled down, fighting to not reel.
"Woah, man, I am so sorryâ"
Katsuki slapped his hand away, wiping at the blood beginning to drip down his nose with the back of his hand, unyielding eyes meeting Eijirou's.
"Keep it goin', Shitty Hair. And you,"
He didn't bother to look at you as you approached, keeping his burning stare on his opponent while waving you off with a harsh motion of his free hand. "Get back."
His bite was nothing new. You didn't bother to fight the eye roll, stepping closer to assess the extent of the damage. "Don't be dumb. Let me look."
"You deaf or something? Beat it."
More blood trickled down, coming over the curve of his lip. You had worked with Katsuki long enough to know that he pushed himself until he was battered, had nothing left to give.
Your job was to keep that from happening.
With a sigh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow.
"You are gushing blood. Come onâ"
"Get your fuckin' hands off me, you piece ofâ"
"Again, don't be dumbâ"
Eijirou blinked between the two of you, watching as you wrestled to keep Katsuki's arm in your grip, ineffectively attempting to drag him away. With a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes, he began to take backwards steps towards the bench where he kept his water, knowing there was little else he could do in this situation.
"I'm gonna take five. Go with her, man."
Feeling Katsuki's resistance give in just enough, you tugged him towards the med bay, giving Eijirou a grateful look over your shoulder. You hoped he didn't feel too guilty. Sparring was never supposed to get this intense, after all. But, mistakes happened.
You offered soft apologies under your breath to the few nurses on the same late shift as you were with a tight smile as you rushed past them to guide him into the room at the very back, shutting the door behind you.
It was just you two now.
Katsuki was still panting, worked up from the fight. There was probably enough adrenaline in his system to keep him from feeling the real pain of his affliction.
You pushed him back onto the bed against the wall to your right with a hand over his chest, feeling the warm muscle rise up and down under your palm before you turned to rummage through the cabinet, fishing out a medical kit with a crease forming between your brows.
"Are you trying to get yourself put on medical leave before your match next week?"
He didn't say a word, only the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room as you felt his glare against your back.
You sighed.
"Right before I get off too..."
"Yeah," He scoffed, a mocking edge to his voice. "'Cause I did that shit on purpose."
"You kept pushing. That was stupid and you know it, the best athletes know when to call it quits."
Katsuki scoffed, his jutted lower lip pursing as you set down the kit beside him, opening it up to fish out some gauze. "Maybe we should get you in the ring. Since you're such an expert."
You pushed his thighs apart with an unimpressed look, standing between them to get as close as you could.
A hand went behind his neck, gently tilting his head down so the blood wouldn't trickle back into his nose, go down his throat.
You carefully pinched the sides of his nose bridge to stop the blood flow, wiping away at what had escaped with clean gauze.
âYou love making my life harder,â you muttered under your breath. âCanât you just admit I'm right? Say youâll be more careful?â
âThe day I say that shit you can put a gun to my head.â
You rolled your eyes, but he continued.
"I don't say shit I don't mean," he sighed out, abs flexing as he winced slightly. âIf your meddling ass didn't get in the way, I would've won.â
âOr you would've gotten your ass beat, but whatever.â
âI've had worse. A fucked up nose is nothing."
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" you raised a brow, getting a new piece of gauze. "You never know when to stop, Katsuki. That's your issue."
The room settled into silence only the hum of the AC, your shifting, and the quiet, reluctant winces that slipped past as you tended to him.
His eyes never left you.
Sometimes, you wondered why.
Why he allowed you to treat him, why he let you get close. But you shook yourself out of those thoughts, reaching down to grab an ice pack. No time to get sidetracked, not now. Especially on something that was very likely nothing.
"Bleeding stopped."
He didn't respond, eyes downcast as you alternated between pressing it to either side of his nose bridge.
When he finally spoke, his words were quick. Quiet.
"I was going for his blind spot."
Said like he had to explain himself to you, or maybe himself.
But he didn't have to. You knew that his slip ups were extremely rare, he never made the same mistake twiceâ he beat himself up over every error, obsessed over earned perfection, victory.
His high standards for himself were what got him so far, but you knew they got to him. That, quietly, he sometimes needed reassurance, like anyone would.
âI know you were.â you finally responded, voice gentle, without pity.
"Eijirou's right side was open and he was getting tired. That was the right move. You would've gotten him."
He blinked down at you, as if assessing your honesty before a slight smile touched his lips. He gripped the edge of the small bed a little tighter, leaning down closer.
"Knew you were starin'."
Your heart jumped in your chest, but you pushed it down.
"Well, that is my job."
"It's your job to watch for injuries. Not stare."
You couldn't help what came out of your mouth next.
"Maybe I was staring at Eijirou."
"You think you're so funny."
"I think your ego's inflated."
"Wanna say that again?"
You pressed the ice a little too harshly into the side of his nose, drawing a small groan from him.
"Save it, Katsuki."
You packed up your kit and gathered the bloodied gauze to throw away, rinsing your hands before coming back to assess your work.
Blood clean, no signs of continued bleeding. A small bruise forming under his right eye from the trauma, expected.
It took everything in you to ignore the weight of his eyes, how he looked at you with an intensity reserved for his oppenents in the ring. Calculating, searching. You could feel the burn crawling up the back of your neck. Professional, keep it professional.
You nodded a little too quickly, turning on your heel. "Yep, all good. No more sparring, but you can go back now."
He tugged you by the back of your shirt collar before you got too far, pulling you back between his legs, face only inches away from yours.
"You don't want that."
The sudden proximity along with his words made your heart spike, as if caught.
What did you want? The question made you uneasy.
(Or, maybe it was the answer that you knew deep down that made you want to crawl out of your skin.)
You pushed back slightly, deflecting.
âI want you to see Dr. Tanaka as soon as you can. I'll make an appointment for tomorrow morning since he left for the day. I think your nose is broken.â
âNo it's not.â
It wasn't. If it had been broken, you would've known from one look, you would have been angrier with him. But that was your out, your excuse to get away. And he had called your bluff, gaze unmoving.
"Don't play dumb right now."
âI'm not playing dumb." the words came snappy, brave; but you were just so close, that fire faltered. His hand that had gripped the back of your collar had shifted carefully to the front, so close to your neck that you were afraid he might feel your heart try to burst out of your throat.
"You're justâŚ" you trailed off, struggling to find your words. "âŚdifficult. You're being difficult.â
"Difficult?" a dry sort of laugh. "You're the difficult one. For someone smart you can be pretty fuckin' dense."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, eyes darting between him and the door.
You knew what he meant. This back and forth between you was nothing new. But when it got too real you had always gotten away, said something and acted like nothing had happened once you cooled down.
The sounds outside seemed to be getting louder, closer. These doors didnât have locks. Anyone could come in, find you like this. One of the nurses checking in, a gym goer looking for band-aids.
âOr maybe you do know. Hm?â
The question pulled you from your thoughts in an instant, made your eyes snap to hisâ first mistake. Once his crimson stare bored into yours, you couldnât look away.
Could you have been that obvious? You thought your moments of distraction were fleeting, imperceptible to the average eye.
He had never commented on it before, slipping back to his normal self even after your closest calls.
But you shouldâve known better. Katsuki Bakugou was not average in any sense of the word.
(Of course, he noticed. Of course he did.)
You sputtered something before you could think, just wanting to hear something other than the sound of your own thoughts.
"SomeâŚsomeone couldâ"
"No one's gonna come in." his voice flat, dismissal easy. All matter of fact as he craned his neck down closer to you.
"Unless you want Eijirou to come in. Since you were, what, staring at him, right? That what you want?"
"What?!" the word was almost a squeak, high and taken aback. "That's notâ "
You fought the strange heat crawling up your face by shooting him a look, eyes narrowing.
"Katsuki. I was joking."
He hummed.
(Unbelieving? Amused? A bit of both?)
"Sure you were."
You opened your mouth, then closed it. The defelctions that had once come so easy were heavy on your tongue. There was no joke, no eye roll, nothing you could say to slip away. Not this time.
You sighed, next words defeated.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to be real with me." you could feel his breath against your lips; hot, charged. "Tell me you donât want this, that you haven't thought about it.â
âKatsukiâŚâ
It came out weaker than you wanted. Small, kind of breathless. Almost pleading.
For whatâ to let you go?
(To keep going?)
He kept egging, eyes not once leaving yours. âSay it. I'll stop.â
And you knew he would. Because he was being serious, you could tell by his voiceâ how it was low under his breath, softened.Â
For you, he was being intentionally careful.
Just the thought made you want to cave. But the entire reason your relationship worked, why you were able to handle him, was because you didn't give in.
"There are rules about this sort of thingâ"
"You think I give a fuck about bullshit rules?"
"Yeah, I know you don't." you gave him a look. "But I do. I could lose my job, you could get me fired, orâŚ"
You swallowed back the rest of it.
He didn't have to know how it made you afraid, testing the fragile nature of this relationship. How giving in meant that all of this could shatter, that this could all amount to one big mistake.
Katsuki blinked, taking in your expression. He looked off to the side for a beat, lips pursing in thought before, carefully, he took your hands into his.
"You know I won't let that happen. I don't see any of the other shitty medics here."
You snorted a little. Because you did know. You cocked your head to the side, a small smile tugging at your lips. "They're not shitty."
He didn't retaliate, just raised his brows slowly. The truth of his words wasn't what mattered, it was the implication behind them.
(You're the one I see. You.)
His earlier words rang in your ears.
Tell me you don't want this, that you haven't thought about it
You couldn't, because you had.
Countless timesâ whenever you watched him hover over his opponents, keep them locked underneath him, the heat in his eyes, a cocky smile on his lips.
He wormed his way into your mind, more often than not, late at night. When sleep couldn't find you and your bed felt exceptionally cold. Empty.
(Him. You imagined him.)
Denying all of that was exactly what you should have done. That would have been the rational thing to do, the smart thing.
But as you traced his face, followed the soft curve of his cheeks against the otherwise harsh lines, watched the furrow of his brow deepen ever so slightly, as if he, of all people, was nervousâ you couldn't fight the feeling anymore.
Because you wanted to kiss him, and you wanted him to kiss youâ more than anything.
Hesitantly, you brushed your thumbs over the bruises on his knuckles.
âNo, I⌠I do. Want this, I mean."
Something in his expression shifted. Surprise, for a brief second, before that cocky gleam in his eyes that you had seen when he was in-action settled over his face. Only, a little different. (A little sharper, hungrier.)
"Yeah?" he pushed closer, nose just barely brushing yours. "You want this?"
Slowly, you nodded.
"Yes."
His gaze darted from your eyes and lips before the sliver of space between you finally disappeared.
The kiss was tentative, careful. So unlike him that it caught you a little off guard.
Soft. His lips were so soft against yours.
He kissed you like he was trying to figure out the shape of your lips, go slow enough to savor the moment, commit the feeling to memory. The hand near your collar came up to cup your jaw, angle your face just right.
You had thought about what this would feel like for longer than you would ever admit. Did he think of you the same way? Were you what he had expected?
When he pulled back just enough to breathe, he drank in your expression; your pretty lips plush and parted, wide doe-eyes blinking up at him.
He groaned, "Fuck it."
You yelped when calloused hands gripped your arms, hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, thick biceps flexing as he pulled you down to straddle his thigh.
You planted your hands on his chest to steady yourself on instinct, unable to process it for a second. Your thighs were around his leg, his hands at your waist, holding you in a way you had only ever thought would exist in the secret fantasies you let yourself indulge in. The small bed creaking under your combined weight. His chest rising and falling under your palms.
Sometimes, you forgot how strong he actually was. How he wasnât just some other annoying, short-tempered guyâ his body was molded to his profession; brute strength and jagged lines carved from a life in the ring. His shoulders broad, a tapering waist, arms nearly the size of your head. He could probably pick you up and snap you in half if he really wanted to. Your stomach flipped at just the thought.
Before you could open your mouth to speak, he flexed the muscle of his thigh; deliberate, testing. Sharp eyes watching as your face flushed at his bare muscle pressing up against your core.
Your breath hitched, warmth pooled down between your legs, heart beating in your ears as his large hands slid down to rest over your hips, holding you steadyâ pulling you down closer.
"Feel good?"
Your ears burned at the mocking edge to his voice. You squirmed, caught between wanting to slap that smug look off his face and slowly seek more friction by grinding down.
You didn't have to choose, not when his hands slowly guided your hips down, back and forth against his hardened muscle. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly embarassed, ineffectively fighting the whimpers that threatened to slip past with each movement.
His gaze never once left you, taking note of every little reaction.
Heat crawled up your face at being watched so shamelessly.
Leaning forward, you distracted yourself by pressing soft kisses up the side of his throat, staring to grind down on him yourself, your tongue darting out before gently sucking soft marks into his skin.
He let out a strained sigh, tilting his neck back just enough to give you more access.
You hooked your arms loosely around his neck, pecking across his jaw. Your fingers curled into the hair at his nape, giving it a soft tug, pulling his head back so his eyes met yours.
Pupils blown, eyes heavy with want, hair falling over them all messy and disheveled.
You didn't know how you had gone so long without this, how you could have ever wanted to keep your distance. Now that you let yourself have a taste, you didn't think you could ever get enough.
Tugging him to you by the hair, you pulled him to kiss you again.
This time, it was feverish, insatiable. Months of tension and denied desire pouring over all at once.
He kissed like he was still chasing you; like he had something to prove, like he wanted you to feel that you were his favorite taste. A clash of tongue and teeth, nipping at your bottom lip. Each time he pulled back to breathe it lasted less than a beat before he rushed back to steal the soft sounds that slipped past your lips as your hips continued to buck against his thigh.
But the fabric, it was in the way. No matter how hard you grinded down on him, there was too much between you and what you wanted, and the frustration was showing. Your slight sighs turning into small huffs, brows pinching against your will.
The next time Katsuki pulled back, you didn't let him kiss you again. The small string of saliva between your lips broke as you spoke, softly panting. "I want 'em off."
He looked down at your request, pinching the fabric of your pants between his index and thumb. Eyes looking up into yours carefully, like he was uncertain if that was something you really wanted.
You nodded, a little frantic.
"Off. Please."
He got straight to it. Getting them off wasn't pretty, but a controlled sort of desperate.
His movements were precise as always, fairly smooth, but you could feel that something was simmering under his palms as he moved you around to get them off just right, even more so when they finally rested over your bare legs, eyes slightly dazed as he gave the flesh a tentative squeeze.
You bit your lip at the feeling, skin burning under his touch, wanting it all over you.
You glanced down at your shirt.
"This too."
He scoffed, but there was something like a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Fuckin' bossy."
His hands slid under the hem, bunching the fabric up over your chest, too impatient to get it all the way off. He reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he took in the shape of your bare chest, the way your nipples hardened at the cool air of the clinic.
For a beat too long, he just stared.
On instinct, you wondered if something was wrong, if there was something about you that was weird or unappealing, the feeling twisted in you. But before you could tug your shirt back down, he cupped your tits with both hands, feeling the weight of them, squeezing slightly.
"Been waiting for this shit for so fuckin' long, y'know that?" He groaned out, leaning forward to bury his face into them.
You whimpered as he pressed wet kisses across the skin, thumb brushing over one of your nipples while his tongue lolled out to lick over the other, sucking it between his lips.
You began grinding down on his thigh again, the feeling so much more intense with just your panties on. You shifted your hips to find the angle that felt best, rubbing yourself down against the hard muscle of his thigh beneath you, solid and perfect, the friction sending sparks up your spine, your breaths coming out in shallow pants.
Each roll of your hips made your breath come a little faster, especially as his mouth pulled off one of your tits to give the other a fair share of attention.
Your nails dug into his shoulders when he nipped at your chest, sucking harshly, catching your sensitive peak between his teeth just to hear you whine. His tongue was hot against your skin, wet and needy.
Katsuki could feel your arousal starting to coat his thigh, soaking through your panties, smearing over his leg with every drag of your hips. Smiling against your chest, he pulled back with a soft pop, looking down at the glistening mess you left behind.
He moved a hand down between your bodies, slightly nudging your hips up with his leg to give him enough space in between to feel you over your panties, the fabric evidently damp as his index and middle finger stopped right above your clothed clit, pressing against it just slightly, enough to pull a shaky sigh from your lips.
"All this from just my thigh?"
There was a smug, slightly demeaning tone to his voice, like he was surprised you were so wet, as if it wasn't his fault. It made you want to throttle him. Or kiss him. Or both.
Your brows furrowed. "Shut up."
He only chuckled, drawing a line down your clothed slit. All slow, agonizing. Self-satsfied at the soft whimper that slips out of you.
"It's a simple fucking question. Haven't even touched you properly yet."
You huffed, mustering your most serious expression to meet his eyes. "God, just quit teasing, Katsuki. You're being mean."
He raised his brows, that smile on his face only widening. "You think this is mean?"
Finally, finally, he hooked his fingers into your panties, pushing them aside. The first touch, skin-on-skin, made you gasp. He dragged his fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick, slow and deliberate, coating them before circling your entrance.
"I can show you mean."
His eyes were locked between your legs, watching his own fingers move. "Look at you," he murmured, almost to himself. âFucking soaked."
He pushed one finger inside, slow enough that you felt every inch. You whimpered softly, walls fluttering around him.
He groaned softly, watching your face contort, feeling himself get even harder in his shorts.
"Tight," he breathed. "Gonna add another. That okay?"
You nodded frantically, beyond words.
The second finger stretched you more, made you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. He worked them deeper, curling them slightly. Your chest heaved at the intrusion you fought to not cry out, your nails digging into his shoulder as he hit just the right spot.
"There?" His voice was rough, satisfied. "That the spot?"
You couldn't respond, forehead falling into the crook of his neck, clinging to him as he curled his fingers again, rubbing that soft patch inside you with devastating precision.
Once he found it, he didn't stop, pumping his fingers in and out, hitting it with precision each time.
You grinded down into his hand, feeling the heel of his palm press up against your clit. You chase the feeling, shameless. Lost in the sensation, the overwhelming feeling of him all around you.
You mumbled into the skin of his neck incoherently about how you were: "Almost⌠'m gonnaâŚ"
You could hear his voice right by your ear. Hoarse, determined.
âYeah?â his efforts nearly doubled. âClose?â
You could only nod, coherent thoughts gone from your mind, only a desperate haze of want.
"Yeah. Yes. Please, please moreâŚ"
He kept at it, silently savoring your desperate sounds.
You wrapped your arms tight around his neck, moans muffled into his skin as the tightly wound up knot came undone. Your breaths getting heavy in your lungs, head getting fuzzy, eyes fluttering shut, nails having left angry red lines down the skin of his upper back.
He ran a hand up and down your back as you collapsed against him, coming down from the high. He let you rest against him, breathing from a moment before pulling you back with a small kiss to the side of your head.
"Look at me."
It didn't sound like a request.
"Hm?"
You watched with hazy eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, the loss making you whimper. They glistened under the harsh light of the clinic, coated with the evidence of what he'd just done to you.
He held your gaze as he brought them to his mouth. His tongue darted out first, licking a long strip up the slick-covered fingers. Then, he took them fully into his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes never once leaving yours.
Your breath caught in your throat. Heat flooded through you again, despite having just come. Tasting you off his own fingers like you were the best thing he'd ever hadâ it was almost too much.
When he finally pulled his fingers from his mouth with a soft pop, he smirked at your expression.
"Tastes good," he said simply, like commenting on the weather.
You clenched around nothing, already missing him inside you, feeling spent but somehow needing more.
"You're shameless."
"Last I checked, I wasn't the one humping your thigh."
Your face burned, a small, angry sort of pout settling on your lips.
He snickered, hand sliding up to your waist, giving it a small squeeze. "Little too late to get all embarassed. Shit was hot."
"Uh huhâŚ" You gave him a look, "Um. Thanks, by the way... that wasâ" You trailed off, not knowing how to express what you feel just the right way. "Good. It was good."
Katsuki snorted. "Just good?" you rolled your eyes, but leaned into his teasing with sweetness, something he didn't quite expect.
"Much better than good."
He searched your eyes for a beat, a hand coming up to brush back some of your hair. Then he pecked your lipsâ soft, almost sweet â before tugging your shirt back down carefully.
That was when you slowly realized, he was wrapping this up. But⌠he didn't cum?
He didn't cum.
"Hey, wait you didn'tâ"
He knew what you were talking about, the strained bulge in his shorts was nothing short of obvious.
"Does it look like I care."
His dismissal of his own need threw you off.
"Katsuki, that's not fair. I can't justâ"
"Sure you can. You just did."
You turned his head towards you, pulling him into a soft kiss, parting his lips with yours, trying to not get lost in tasting yourself on his tongue. Gently trying to urge him to let you have him the way he had you.
You try to convince him, urge him to let you return the favor, do something.
You ran your hand over the bulge in his shorts, traced it gently, wanting. He groaned against your mouth, the sound strained in the back of his throat, like he was holding himself back. "C'mon, Katsuki," you palmed him over his shorts, wanting to hear more. "Let me? Please?"
He looked like he could give in, his jaw tense, eyes screwing shut as your finger hooked into the waistband of his shorts, drawing out a breathy sigh. You froze when the intercom crackled above you.
"The gym will be closing in ten minutes. Please begin wrapping up your sessions and make your way to the exit. Thank you."
You blinked. Fuck.
"âŚI can be quick?"
That was a lie. Ten minutes wasn't nearly enough time to do what you wanted to.
He waved you off with a snort, tugging your hand away from his throbbing cock, taking it upon himself to adjust the hem of your shirt with more care than you thought possible from someone like him.
"Relax." He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "Shitâs not a big deal. Can take care of it in the shower."
The mental image of him standing under the shower, hand wrapped around his cock, thinking about this â you â made something low in your stomach tighten.
You must have made a face, because he huffed out a laugh.
"But if you want to make it up so bad," He leaned in closer, nose brushing yours. The soft curve of his lashes was so much more apparent this close. He pressed a final, lingering kiss, grinning softly as he spoke. His voice low against your lips, promising. "We'll go for round 2."
may blabs: if u ever genuinely have a bloody nose do NOT tilt your head back. that blood will go down your throat and if it gets into ur stomach u could throw up and that is not good so do NOT do that âď¸âď¸
big special thank u to the mutuals ( @updownandbatty & & @cupidkats & @hushedlotus ) AND irls i bothered w this fic⌠u are goats â¤ď¸âđŠš
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