U date kastsuki long enough and realize he’s just a fucking dork. Points to one of the dynamight plushies you have after he fucks you and says some dumb ass shit like “I’d hate to be that guy right now—watching someone who looks just like you fuck the girl of your dreams. Couldn’t be me” and acts all smug about it and you just lay there catching your breath and rolling your eyes
“Y’okay?” He mumbles. His skin is flushed—sweat and heat clinging to porcelain as he pants over you, arms caging your body. “Need water?”
“M’good,” you hum, catching your own breath.
“A snack?”
“Nope. Just gimme a cuddle ‘n I’m all set.”
Katsuki lets out a huffed breath of amusement. He drops down beside you, hauling you against his chest without a word. His chin settles atop your head, a lazy kiss pressed into your hair, and you can just feel the smile on his lips.
“Can never keep your hands off’a me,” he snickers into the crown of your head. “Obsessed.”
“Funny you should say that, considering we’re in this position because you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”
“Tch,” he scowls instantly. “Didn’t see you complainin’.”
“I think you’re obsessed.”
“Oh yeah—me huh?” he challenges, suddenly far too smug for your liking. “Then what d’ya call...” he gestures vaguely across the room. “...all that?”
Your pride and joy, you almost say. If you had any less dignity than you do, you might actually have said it. Your collection of Dynamight items is the best there could possibly be (not that it’s a competition, of course—but if it was….well, you think you’d win). The best perk of dating Dynamight himself is that he can get his hands on just about any Dynamight merch there is.
And if Katsuki has one fatal flaw, it’s that he can never say no to you. Your collection grows with every pleading look you send his way.
“I call that support,” you huff. “Imagine if some random girl out there has a better collection of my own boyfriend than me. I can’t let that happen!”
“Well, do they gotta be right there? S’like your collection is always fuckin’ watchin’ us.”
“Yes,” you say stubbornly. You’re not moving your impressive display just because Katsuki happens to get performance anxiety over an action figure or two. “That way I wake up and it’s the first thing I see.”
He rolls his eyes before keeping his gazed locked on a particularly large plushie version of himself in his hero costume. His eyes narrow for a moment before he declares, “Well, I’d hate to be that guy.”
You blink for a moment. “Which one?”
“The big ass fuckin’ toy over there.”
“It’s not a toy, Katsuki! For the last time! And you can’t even call it that when you have so many All Might—”
“If I were him, I’d be pretty devastated watchin’ someone who looks exactly like me fucking the girl of my dreams. What a loser—couldn’t be me, though.”
“Oh my god,” you let out a breathless, exasperated snort. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Just sayin’,” he gives you a toothy, boyish, handsome grin. It’s cocky. It’s gentle. It’s him and it’s everything you ever want to know. “Bet he wishes he could be me so bad.”
“Yeah, I’m sure the stuffing in his brain is working over time trying to figure out how to replace you,” you say dryly.
“Well, he can keep dreaming,” he says arrogantly. “Cause no wannabe’s takin’ you from me—m’the real Dynamight.”
You stare at him for a moment. At the way he’s a complete pain in the ass and drives you insane half the time, and the way he’s so endearing as he does it. At the way, underneath it all, he’s just your lame, annoying Katsuki. And you’re fond of him. Always have been.
You pull him into a kiss suddenly, and he melts into it without missing a beat. “I’d hate to be some random girl out there with a collection of fake Dynamights. Nothing beats the real one.”
⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆when a villain’s quirk forces katsuki bakugo to spend twenty-four uninterrupted hours glued to your side, the two of you quickly realize that being unable to keep your hands off each other is only half the problem.
⧼ 🛍️ ⧽ ∿ pairings 。 ⸝⸝ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader 𓄲 genre ⨾ tropes 。 pro hero x pro hero, romance, friends to lovers, forced proximity, mature themes, explicit sexual scenes 𓏲 contains 。 ᵎᵎ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, language, mutual pining, smut, dirty talks, dry humping, fingering, unprotected piv sex, spooning, cowgirl, choking, slight degradation, pet names (baby, brat, slut) ꩜ ⋆.˚ word count 。 6.0k ꔛ
꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ this fic is based on this blurb ᵎᵎ i posted months ago which has been long overdo. . . oopsie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
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you woke up expecting your first mission of the day to end professionally with a quiet victory. your routine usually flowed with a seamless rhythm because you had spent years honing your quirks and your instincts. you took a certain pride in the fact that your missions tended to end successfully and remained relatively calm, at least from your perspective.
you did not consider yourself cocky, but there was a comforting predictability to the way you handled villains. you could usually predict a criminal's next move before they even thought of it, leaving you to wrap things up with a clean arrest and a polite nod to the authorities.
you imagined today would be no different, just another entry in your record of efficiency.
but boy were you wrong.
your day started that morning at tokyo’s largest shopping district. the air felt crisp and the streets were filled with the usual hum of commuters and tourists.
you were paired with katsuki for a team up mission targeting a group of high profile robbers. these villains had a penchant for the finer things, having spent the last few months raiding museums for historical paintings and priceless jewelry.
the objective was simple. apprehend the group, secure the stolen assets, and ensure no civilians were harmed.
for the first hour, the mission played out exactly as you had envisioned. you and katsuki moved like a well oiled machine, your quirk complementing his explosive one. you managed to corner the group in a side gallery, neutralizing the muscle while katsuki blasted the leaders into submission. the civilians were ushered to safety and the jewels were recovered in record time.
“took you long enough to wrap that one up, you slow ass,” katsuki barked, though there was no real heat in it.
"i had it under control, katsuki, you just wanted to blow things up," you replied, glancing back at him with a smirk.
the calm shattered during the final moments of the arrest.
one of the villains, a scrawny man with a desperate look in his eyes, lunged forward as you were securing a pair of handcuffs. he didn't aim for the jewels or the exit. he aimed for you.
katsuki saw the movement a split second before you did. he didn't hesitate, shoving you hard to the side and taking the hit directly to his chest. there was no explosion or flash of light, just a strange, shimmering ripple in the air that seemed to snap onto him.
you both stood there for a moment in total silence, blinking in confusion.
katsuki looked down at his chest, then back at the villain, his face twisting into a scowl. “what the fuck was that?!” he didn't feel anything unusual, and you assumed the attack had failed.
but as katsuki reached out to grab your arm to pull you away from the scene, the world seemed to tilt. the moment his fingers brushed your skin, there was a violent, audible clack, like two industrial magnets slamming together.
you were suddenly jerked backward, your back slamming into his chest with such force that the air left your lungs in a sharp wheeze.
“what the hell?! get off me!” katsuki roared, his voice echoing off the museum walls.
“you get off me!” you retorted as you tried to push away, planting your feet and leaning forward with all your strength.
“i am not staying stuck to you all day,” he snarled, his palms sparking. “i will blast this quirk right off of me!”
“don't you dare blast us into a wall,” you warned, though you were already feeling the dizzying proximity of him.
you managed to create a gap of maybe three inches before an invisible force yanked you back. you flew backward again, hitting him with a dull thud that made you groan.
that’s how you ended up here, talking to the authorities, finishing the mission by sharing all the intel you have gathered. you could physically feel the headache coming as you scolded yourself for your wishful thinking that today would be a good day because you were so wrong.
the very angry and very agitated katsuki bakugo who was literally stuck to you was living proof of that.
“that fucking bastard! get us out of this, you pathetic excuse of a villain!” he yelled at the villain who was cuffed being escorted away.
“katsuki, stop moving! you’ve already tried pulling away once and it didn’t work. what makes you think trying over and over again would be any different?” you snapped, though your voice was strained from the impact of his chest on your back from the constant forceful pulling.
“i am not moving, you damn brat!” he was screaming even louder now, his face inches from your ear. “i shouldn’t have agreed to do this low tiered mission.”
“you’re a hero! we did our job, get over yourself.” you knocked your head back to his, hitting him square in the forehead making him groan.
“fuck you.” katsuki growled at you from behind, biting onto a section of your hair from the back before tugging.
you rolled your eyes in anger before stomping on his foot. “stop acting like a child.”
“hit me again and i’ll throw the both of us into traffic.” katsuki threatened you.
you rolled your eyes as you turned your head back to look at the police officers who were still processing the scene. you tried to maintain your professional composure while katsuki was essentially glued to your spine.
he was leaning back with all his might, trying to keep his chest from pressing against your back, but it was a losing battle. every time he drifted a few inches away, the magnetic pull would snap him back into you with a forceful slam that pushed you forward, nearly making you trip over your own boots.
“for the love of god, i am just trying to finish the report,” you told the katsuki before turning back to the detective, ignoring the way katsuki was vibrating with rage behind you. “please ignore him and his temper tantrum.”
“shut your mouth!” katsuki yelled, his hands gripping your waist tightly, not to keep himself from slipping but because he physically can’t let go. “i am not having a temper tantrum, you're just annoying! and you!” he turned his head to glare at the captured villain who was already in police van. “you piece of shit! i am going to blow your limbs off one by one! do you hear me! i will blast you into the next century for this!”
“katsuki, shut up!” you yelled back, snapping your patience. “can’t you see i’m talking to the authorities! just stay still for five fucking minutes!”
he spat a curse, his breath hot against your neck. “do you want to be stuck here like this the entire day?! if i hadn't taken that hit for you, we wouldn't be in this mess! you're lucky i'm even touching you, you brat!”
the detective cleared his throat, looking between the two of you with a mixture of pity and amusement.
“from what we can see so far, all five of the villains captured today aren’t japanese citizens. this means their quirks are completely unregistered in our database.” the detective eyed his phone before meeting your eyes once more. “i have already informed the lab about you and dynamight’s situation. they will be analyzing the specific properties of the magnetic quirk. once we get the villains to custody, i will personally question the villain who hit you with the quirk and get more information on it.”
“for now,” the detective continued, “i will inform the hero commission that both of you are off duty. no missions, no patrols, and certainly no work at your respective agencies. you are physically incapacitated as a pair. i suggest you both go home and discuss where you will be staying. hopefully, the quirk effects will wear off on their own within twenty-four hours.”
“thank you, detective,” you said, giving a tired smile. “we appreciate the help.”
katsuki didn't thank anyone. he just growled, a low, dangerous sound in his throat, and glared at the detective as if the man had personally glued them together.
the ride back to katsuki's agency was a chaotic affair. once you arrived, you were greeted by mina and kirishima, who had been briefed on the situation. mina nearly collapsed in fits of laughter the moment she saw you two stuck together.
“oh my god!” mina squealed, pointing at you. “you guys are literally like a human sandwich! this is the most romantic thing i have ever seen in my entire professional career!”
“it is not romantic, you idiot!” katsuki screamed, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “get over here and help us get these damn costumes off before i explode this entire building!”
the process of changing into regular clothes was a nightmare of coordination and physical strain. because you couldn't be separated by more than a few inches, you had to change in separate rooms with people literally holding you back.
mina and two of katsuki's assistants gripped your arms and waist, anchoring you to a heavy bolted table in one room, while kirishima and another sidekick did the same for katsuki in the adjacent room.
it was a grueling exercise in willpower. every time you tried to slide a shirt over your head, the magnetic pull would tug at you, threatening to launch you through the concrete wall and right back into katsuki's chest.
you were sweating, your teeth gritted as you gripped the edges of the table, your knuckles white. i can't believe this is my life right now, you thought, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your temple. i expected a calm day, and now i'm being held back like a wild animal just so i can put on a t shirt.
rom the other side of the wall, you could hear kirishima grunting, his voice strained as he fought to keep katsuki in place.
“bakugo, man, listen,” kirishima gasped, sounding completely out of breath. “i think you should just go pee or do your business in the bathroom while we're still here. i don't think you'll be able to do that once you two are back home and stuck together. there won't be anyone to pry you off each other.”
“i will kill you!” katsuki's voice boomed, followed by the sound of a small explosion. “stop talking about my bladder, shitty hair! i can handle myself!”
“it sounds stupid, but kiri is right,” mina said to you, her voice shaking from the effort of holding you still. “you might want to consider it.”
you paused, the reality of the situation sinking in. you looked at the wall separating you from the most stubborn man in japan and sighed. “fine,” you called out. “take me to the bathroom.”
after another thirty minutes of torturous maneuvering, kirishima and mina drove the two of you to katsuki's penthouse.
the car ride was an exercise in sensory overload.
katsuki had claimed the back seat, spreading himself out with his back against the door. because of the magnetic pull, you were forced to sit with your back against his front, tucked between his legs.
you tried your best to focus on the scenery passing by the window, but it was impossible to ignore the loud, frantic thumping in your chest. your face felt hot, a deep blush creeping up your neck.
you could feel every inch of him. his chest was hard and defined, digging into your shoulder blades, and his hands were firmly glued to your waist. the heat radiating from him was intense, a constant, pulsing warmth that seemed to seep through your clothes and melt your resolve.
why is he so warm? you wondered, biting your lip. and why does he always smell this intoxicating.
kirishima and mina were kind enough to make sure the two of you were settled, ordering a massive amount of food and eating with you both in the penthouse before they had to leave for their own duties. they left you two alone in the silence of the luxury apartment, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.
the rest of the afternoon was spent in his bedroom, which had become a battleground for the remote control. you wanted to watch something light, something that would distract you from the fact that you were physically fused to your long time crush, but katsuki wanted to watch literally anything else.
“we are watching a rom com, katsuki,” you insisted, leaning back into him as you both sat on the bed. “come on, it will be fun. plus it'll calm you down.”
“i am not watching some garbage movie about people crying over flowers!” katsuki yelled, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “put on an action movie! something with explosions!”
“do you even need any more explosions when you are a already human bomb?” you countered, a playful smirk on your lips. “oooh! how about we watch mean girls? it's a classic.”
“i don't care if it's a damn classic! it's stupid!” he groaned, but he didn't fight you as hard as he usually would once you pressed play. he seemed exhausted by the day's events.
you wore him down with a combination of stubbornness and a few well placed pouts. eventually, he caved with a loud, dramatic sigh that sounded like he was conceding a war.
“fine! watch your stupid mean girls movie! just stop talking during it!”
you ended up lying on his bed with him (duh), the movie playing on a large screen in front of you. because of the way you were stuck, he was positioned behind you, his arms forced to wrap around your waist in a permanent spooning position. his chest was pressed firmly against your back. you could feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart matching your own.
“this is so stupid,” katsuki muttered, his voice low and husky right against your ear. “why are people so obsessed with who sits where at lunch? it's a school cafeteria. eat your fucking food and go.”
you chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of your bodies. “i don't know, katsuki, you tell me. i think you could definitely pass as a mean girl. you've got the attitude and the temper for it.”
he stiffened, his grip on your waist tightening. “what did you just say to me? i will blast you into orbit!”
you just laughed, feeling a surge of boldness. “admit it, you'd totally be the leader of the plastics. you'd just scream at everyone until they did what you wanted… which you already do. and you’re blond as well. it’s perfect casting!”
katsuki didn't yell back this time. instead, he let out a huff of air that felt like a kiss against your skin.
you weren't normally this chatty, but the proximity was making you reckless. you were desperately trying to distract yourself from the heat of his body. for hours, you had been glued together, and the friction was starting to create a feverish warmth between you. you could feel the slight dampness of his sweat against your back, the nitroglycerin scented moisture making your skin tingle.
i can't believe he hasn't blown us up yet, you thought, your heart racing.
you had carried a torch for katsuki since your second year at u.a. high. it had started as admiration for his drive and evolved into a deep, aching attraction that you had kept hidden behind jokes and professional courtesy. now, with your agencies located close to each other and your friendship deepening, the feelings had become an obsession.
you shifted your hips slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to ease the strain of being fused to him. as you settled further back, pushing your backside against him, you felt something hard and unmistakable pressing against the curve of your butt. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat. it was his cock, already thickening through the fabric of his sleep pants.
you felt his breath hitch. the fingers that had been awkwardly and tensely gripping your waist earlier were changing. he wasn't just holding on anymore. his fingertips began to move, subtly drawing slow, rhythmic shapes on your skin, tracing the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist. the touch was almost shy, which was completely unlike the man who had spent the morning screaming at police officers.
you moved a little bit more, trying to settle in further into the bed.
katsuki let out a long, shaky breath that fanned across the nape of your neck. you felt his fingers tighten on your waist, his grip almost bruising. “stop moving,” he growled, his voice a deep, guttural vibration that resonated through your entire spine.
you knew you should stop, but a spark of mischief flared in your chest.
you shifted again, a slow, deliberate grind of your hips that pressed you deeper into his hardness. you acted innocent, humming softly as if you were still just trying to get comfortable. “i'm just trying to get settled, kats, it's a bit cramped,” you whispered, though your voice held a teasing lilt.
he let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a snarl. you could feel him growing harder, the length of him stretching against you, hot and demanding. the heat between your bodies was becoming unbearable, a fever that blurred the lines of friendship.
“you're doing that on fucking purpose,” he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. “you like playing with fire, huh? you damn brat.”
“i don't know what you're talking about,” you replied, tilting your head back to look at him, your eyes dancing with challenge.
katsuki's restraint snapped. he shifted his weight, pushing his body more firmly onto yours, pinning you to the mattress. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory whisper. “you think you're so clever, don't you? teasing me when you know i can't even pull away from you.”
“katsuki,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
“you're just a little tease, begging for me to fucking lose it.” he muttered, his words laced with a slight edge of degradation that made your stomach flip.
“maybe i am,” you breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs.
“look at me,” he commanded, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his tongue as he grazed your collarbone. a low moan escaped your throat, and you felt him shudder against you.
you turned your neck, straining against the magnetic pull to face him. the moment your eyes met, he crashed his lips onto yours.
the kiss was explosive, tasting of desperation and years of suppressed longing. his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting of cinnamon and heat, sucking on your tongue with a hunger that left you lightheaded. you moaned into the kiss, your hands reaching back to tangle in his spiky blonde hair, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.
the kiss deepened, becoming wetter and more frantic. you could hear the sound of your saliva exchanging, a wet, shlicking noise that only fueled the fire in your gut. he shifted his weight, pinning you further into the mattress, his thighs sliding between yours. the friction of his trousers against your own was driving you insane.
“i can't... i can't stand this,” katsuki gasped, breaking the kiss to bite your earlobe. i want you. i want all of you.
“oh—please…” you arched your back, pressing your rear into his crotch. you could feel the hard, thick length of his cock straining against his pants, a rigid pillar of heat that was pulsing against you. you whimpered, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
he began to move, his hips grinding rhythmically into your backside as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. every thrust was heavy, his hardness rubbing against you through the clothes. you arched your back, grinding back into him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps of pleasure.
“k-katsuki,” you pleaded, not sure what you were begging for, but you were.
“god, you feel so good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough. “i've wanted to do this for so long, you stupid, beautiful idiot.”
katsuki struggled against the magnetic effect that was very much a nuisance as it was a push, his muscles straining as he fought the pull to lift his hand. he grunted with the effort, his face contorted, but he managed to slide his hand down between your legs. his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your underwear, finding the heat of your pussy.
“ha—! kats…” you squirmed at the sudden pressure.
“you're already wet,” he chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound. “look at you, soaking through your clothes for me.” he began to play with you, his fingers circling your clit through the cloth of your pants, sending jolts of electricity through your nerves.
you whined, your head tossing back against his shoulder. “katsuki, please,” you begged, your voice trembling.
he was impatient, the hunger in his eyes mirroring your own. he didn't want to waste another second with fabric between you. with a sudden, violent surge of strength, he gripped the waistband of your bottoms and tore them. the sound of fabric ripping filled the room, a sharp crack that made you gasp. he didn't stop there, his hands moving to your top, ripping the material away with a focused aggression, fighting the magnetic pull that tried to snap him back.
“be patient, damn it,” he growled like a hypocrite. he slid his hand down, his fingers diving into your wetness. you were already soaking, your juices coating his fingers as he slid them through your folds. he let out a low whistle, his voice thick with lust. “hah! not only are you a tease and impatient as fuck, you're also so fucking wet for me, aren't you?”
“yes, m’sorry… just please,” you breathed out, tilting your head back.
katsuki didn’t need to be told twice. he found your clit and began to rub it with a punishing intensity, his fingers sliding deep inside you. the sensation was overwhelming, the friction of his skin against your walls creating a wet, squelching sound that filled the silence.
“k-kats—hah…” you called out his name, your body squirming against his touch, your muscles clamping tight around his fingers.
“mmh?” he nipped lightly at your shoulder, his other hand moving up to cup your breast through your blouse, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it to a hard peak. “tell me this is wrong. tell me to stop.” his voice was a dark challenge.
you arched back into him instinctively, pushing your ass more firmly against his hardness. a low groan rumbled from his chest. “it doesn’t… f-feel wrong,” you managed, your own voice husky. “f-feels so good…”
katsuki was losing it as much as you were, he was just good at hiding it. he was breathing hard, his chest heaving. he gripped his own clothes, his muscles bulging as he fought the magnetic force one last time to rip his pants and underwear away. as soon as he was free, the magnet slammed his bare body back against yours with a heavy thud.
the feeling of his bare cock grinding against your bare behind was almost too much to bear. he was huge, hot, and leaking pre-cum that lubricated the space between you.
“sh-hiiiit…” you breathed, eyes rolling from the weight of his bare cock behind you.
“yeah?” he cut in ruthlessly, his hand squeezing your breast, his hips grinding again in a rhythm that was becoming unmistakable. “found the opportunity and started grinding your ass into me like this,” he rocked against you, the friction deliciously maddening. “you’re such a fucking tease. always been f’me, huh? you get everything little thing you want, don’t ya?”
“ngh, no m’not—” you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder. “you’re the one… who’s being a tease. katsuki, please…”
“hm? what’s wrong?” he taunted softly, biting your earlobe. “please what, baby? tell me. what happened to your damn confidence now, huh?” his long fingers curled deeper inside you, the slick wet on his fingers.
“oh—mmh, yeah… just like that, k-kats,” you gasped, bucking against his touch.
“you hear yourself?” he fucked you harder with his finger before adding another, his thumb finding your and rubbing in tight circles. you cried out, your hand struggling against the magnet as it flew back to clutch at his thigh. “so fucking wet and loud—mmm’fuuuck.”
katsuki was grinding against you relentlessly now, his cock hard and demanding against your ass, his fingers working magic through your slit. the friction between you was building a frantic heat low in your belly. your breath came in ragged pants that matched his own.
“w-want it— shiiit. katsuki, please. i want you inside me. want you so bad,” you begged again, the thought of him fragmented by pleasure.
“god fucking dammit, you beg so pretty f’me,” he growled, his voice guttural with need. he pressed his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “been wanting this for so long.” he pulled his soaked fingers out of your pussy making you whine at the emptiness. he didn't need to be told twice. he positioned himself, the head of his cock probing the entrance of your heat. he pushed forward slowly. “fuuuuck… you feel good,” a low growl ripping from his throat as your tight walls gripped him.
you whined, the feeling of him filling you up stretching you to your limit. he was thick, far thicker than you had imagined, and the sensation of him sliding deep into your cervix made your toes curl. you arched violently, a loud moan tearing from your throat as pleasure spiked through you. “oh god! katsuki!”
katsuki began to move, his thrusts rhythmic and powerful. because of the magnetic bond, he couldn't pull away completely, which meant every thrust was deep, hitting your most sensitive spots with punishing accuracy. the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic squelching noise as his cock slid in and out of your drenched pussy.
shlick, squelch, shlick.
“that’s it, baby,” katsuki purred against your skin, his fingers kept pressure on your clit, circling it around while his hips never stopped moving “take it. take what you’ve always wanted from me.”
“fuck yeah. yeah, right there…” you were full on begging and purring now as you moved your hips meeting his thrust, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. you could feel the sweat from his chest dripping onto your back, mixing with the fluids of your union. he was panting, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against your ear.
“look at you—fuck. made for me”, he groaned, his voice breaking. i'm going to ruin you. he increased the pace, his movements becoming more overzealous. in his desperation to get deeper, his cock slipped out of you for a fraction of a second, only to slam back in with a wet thud that made you cry out. the sound of air being pushed out of your pussy created a loud, popping noise that only made him more aggressive.
“m’don’t think… gonna last looong—oh! yes, fuck! harder, katsuki!”
“come on then,” katsuki commanded, his voice rough with strain. he bit down on your shoulder blade. “cum for me. show me how good it feels when i finally touch you like this.” he curled his fingers harder, pressed his thumb down fiercely. “let go for me, you slut. let me feel you cum around me.”
he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks that you knew you would cherish tomorrow. he was hammering into you now, his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air.
you felt your orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat that started in your toes and surged upward. “katsuki!” you screamed, your muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent contractions.
“fuck, i’m close,” he growled against your skin, his hips bucking up, driving his cock impossibly deeper where your bodies joined.
the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him was the final straw. “god fucking damn it! mgghfuuuck…” he let out a roar, his body stiffening as he shot his seed deep inside you. you could feel the hot, thick spurts of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up until you felt like you were overflowing. he groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from the peak.
katsuki breathed heavily, his heart racing. he suddenly gripped your waist. “turn around,” he commanded. “face me.”
“i can't, kats, the magnet,” you panted from your orgasm, trying to shift.
“fight it,” he growled, his voice regaining its dominant edge. “i want to see your face when i fuck you again. fight the damn thing.”
that was all the motivation you needed. you both gritted your teeth, straining against the invisible force. you pushed away from him, your muscles screaming, and with his help, you managed to swivel. for a second, you were almost face to face, before the magnet snapped you both back together with a loud groan, your bodies slamming into each other.
he didn't let you settle. he strained his muscle against the pull and manhandled you, flipping you over so you were on properly top of him. he gripped your hips, pulling you down as he entered you again.
you looked down at him, your eyes locking with his vermillion ones, the intimacy of the gaze making the pleasure of him inside you feel ten times more intense. “katsuki, baby.”
“that's it,” he whispered, his hands digging into your ass. “take it all.”
you tried your best to ride him, your breasts bouncing, your breath coming in ragged whines. he reached up, pulling you down, your lips meeting his. it was messy, your tongues dancing in a feverish rhythm, the taste of salt and desire filling your mouths. eventually, you collapsed onto his chest unable to fight the pull of the magnet, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. he took over, doing all the work, lifting his hips to drive deep into you.
“ngghh—oh, fuck,” you whined, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your skin slick with sweat. “please, katsuki, harder,” you begged.
“shut up and take what i give you, brat,” katsuki replied, though his voice was thick with affection. he began to fuck you with a renewed aggression, the sounds of your bodies interacting becoming more visceral.
the squelching of your joined heat and the heavy thud of his chest against yours created a symphony of lust. he gripped the back of you neck, lightly squeezing, the sensation that only pushed you further over the edge, making you clench tighter around him.
“m’gonna cum again… baby, pleeeease—oh, make me cum,” you choked out a moan, your body tightening as you felt another orgasm building.
“fucking hell, baby, ya gonna milk me dry, huh?” he snarled, bucking his hips up, his hands clamping onto your ass. “yeah? just like that. scream like that. let everyone in the building hear you scream through the fucking walls.”
you moaned loudly, your body still trembling from your orgasm as he began to move inside you again. “agh! f-fuck—kats… m’cuming” you threw your head back.
“cum with me,” he commanded. “fuck, do it now.”
you screamed as you peaked, your internal muscles squeezing him tightly. katsuki let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he came deep inside you, his release filling you again with warmth.
the room fell silent, the only sound being your labored breathing. you stayed in that position for a long time, the sweat cooling on your skin. for a long time, neither of you spoke. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat and fluids, the scent of sex and nitroglycerin filling the room.
“does mean you actually like me? or do you just let anyone fuck you?” you broke the silence, your voice clearly teasing and mischievous to get under his skin.
katsuki scoffed, though he didn't move his arm from around you (not that he can). “tch. whatever the hell that means. i don’t even like when other people breathe close to me. what else would this nonsense mean?”
“is that your way of being romantic? because calling what we just did just now ‘nonsense’ is a bit low… even from you,” you teased.
“shut up,” he muttered, his ears turning a bright shade of red. “… listen, tomorrow… or whenever the fuck. after this damn quirk wears off. you're going out to dinner with me.”
“wait, as in a date?” you snapped your head up from his neck to look at him only for the stupid magnet to slam you back down his chest with a thud.
“stop fucking moving—and it's not a big deal,” katsuki snapped, holding you tighter almost subconsciously. “i just don't want you starving to death because you're too clumsy to feed yourself. just say yes, damn it.”
you giggled, kissing his chest. “yes, katsuki. i'd love to go on a date with you.”
“stop pushing it!”
after a couple more yells from katsuki, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, the magnetic effects of the villains quirk finally feeling like something you wanted to keep.
the next morning, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the silence.
katsuki groaned, his eyes fluttering open. you stirred on his chest, your face nuzzling into his neck, half-asleep and warm. he reached out with one hand to pick up the phone, his other arm cradling the back of your head. as he moved, he paused.
he felt his hand slide away from you without any resistance. there was no pull, no snap, no invisible force. he moved his arm further, realizing that the magnetic effect had worn out.
“what?!” he barked into the phone.
it was the detective from the previous day. the man's voice was professional but held a hint of amusement.
he informed katsuki that they had finally identified the specific nature of the villain's quirk.
“upon further investigations and quirk research through quick blood samples, we received word back from the lab. the villain confirmed it himself not long after. his quirk allows him to make someone he hits with the magnet physically stuck to the person they desire the most. after the questioning, we were told that the effects should wear off after a day, so the two of you should be good by now.”
katsuki froze, the phone still pressed to his ear. physically stuck to the person they desire the most.
you, who had been now awake and listening, began to snicker against his skin. you looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “you know, katsuki, you didn't really have to take the hit for me after all.” you whispered, “if the quirk works that way, we would have ended up stuck together regardless of who got hit.”
katsuki stared at the ceiling, his face flushing a deep crimson. he slowly hung up the phone and pulled you closer, his grip firm. “whatever,” he muttered, though he couldn't hide the small, satisfied smile on his lips. “just shut up and go back to sleep, brat.”
His body woke before the alarm ever had the chance to ring.
Years of discipline had made it instinct—eyes opening with the first wash of dawn, muscles already preparing for the morning workout he'd repeated countless times.
Except today, he couldn't move.
Not with you draped over him.
The room was quiet, washed in pale gold as sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains. It softened everything it touched—including him.
"Mmph... stop moving, Kii..." you mumbled, burrowing deeper against him.
Somehow, every morning, you ended up tucked right over his heart.
"I've gotta get up."
Your only response was a sleepy sound of protest before your arms tightened around his waist.
Crimson eyes rolled toward the ceiling.
"...You're unbelievable."
Instead of peeling you off like he probably should have, his rough palms settled on your hips.
Big. Warm. Familiar.
His thumbs traced lazy circles through the fabric of your sleep shirt on instinct. "…Makin' it hard t'leave, baby"
You sighed content, tucking your face beneath his chin, the scent of burnt caramel and something distinctively him evading your senses.
"There you go," you mumbled. "Much better."
A breath that was suspiciously closer to a laugh escaped him.
"Brat." "Mm."
"You ain't even awake."
You cracked an eye open and nearly forgot how to breathe.
His hair was an absolute mess, blond spikes flattened in odd places from sleep, refusing to hold their usual sharp shape. Crimson irises blinked open slowly, still hazy around the edges, lashes heavier than they'd ever be once he was fully awake. There wasn't an ounce of tension in his jaw yet, no familiar scowl etched between his brows.
Like this, he looked... younger.
Less like the Pro Hero the world knew.
You wanted to keep this version for a little longer, a secret between you and the morning light.
"Fifteen minutes?" you offered.
Bakugo glanced toward the digital clock glowing on the nightstand. Every second ticked his carefully planned schedule further off course.
Normally, that would've irritated him.
Instead, he looked back down at you.
Your hair was splayed across his shoulder, your breathing slow and even, lips slightly parted as sleep tugged you under again.
"...Tch."
His expression softened in that tiny, almost imperceptible way only you ever caught.
He leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to your closed eyelid.
"Fifteen."
Another kiss found your temple.
"Not a second more."
You smiled into his chest, "Knew you'd cave."
"Don't get used t'it."
You both knew that was a lie.
Prohero!Bakugo was a man of routine.
He trained before sunrise.
He never missed his schedule.
He hated wasting time.
But every morning, without fail, he let himself fall fifteen minutes behind.
Just for his favourite girl.
And if anyone asked, he'd deny it until the day he died.
Virgin bkg who’s so painfully stupid but acts so arrogant. And when it’s getting heated and you’re making out and want to see his dick… he gets all shy and embarrassed because he doesn’t know if it looks normal or as good as the other ones you’ve seen. When you ask what’s wrong he tells you it’s curved and you think it’s like BENT then he lets you see and it’s the prettiest most orgasm inducing upward curve you’ve ever seen on a dick.
bakugou katsuki knows why he is a virgin. it’s pretty simple really despite the fact he is surrounded by beautiful women often. socialites, the new buzzing influencers, actors and pro heroes like.
it’s because he’s obsessed with his job. always has been. since he was a child who was dreaming of becoming a hero, to his teenage years fighting wars to now in his twenties, working towards becoming number one.
women and mostly importantly, getting his dick wet, has never been number one on his list of priorities. sure when he’d go to film premiers for that hero franchise he loves, occasionally a gorgeous woman would talk to him.
but the thing about growing up uninterested in sex and the only women around him being his friends that share the same heroic goals… well bakugou has never been very good at flirting. which again, was mostly okay since he would just walk away when a woman was about to talk to him.
until he met you that is. the first woman to make him dream of more, that made him unable to get through a shower without tugging one out to the thought of you. that during patrols, he’d think about texting you. what are you up to? where are you? when the hell can he kiss you next?
anyone is experienced compared to bakugou. he’s kissed a girl once in his third year of ua. he’s made out with two in his early twenties.
but now at twenty six this is first time having a woman in his apartment, on his bed, on his lap. he feels like a rabid animal. unsure where to put his hands with the desperate need to touch everywhere so he leaves them on the globes of your ass, squeezing every few seconds when all the feelings inside of him gets intense.
he knows he’s flushed red. he knows his dick is hard and you can feel it through your leggings. but you’re so perfect, leading the moment, letting him react however the hell he wants.
bakugou releases a loud moan when you stick your tongue down his throat, breasts pressed against his chest like you want to live in his skin. he’s never felt a woman like this before, he feels as if the word virgin is in capital letters printed onto his forehead.
he hasn’t told you directly he is but he thinks you know.
“you’re so… fuck. this is so fucked up,” he breathes into your mouth and your fingers rake up into the hair on his nape.
your grin makes his heart skip a beat, falter slightly and he swears he gets winded.
you’re out of breath, chest heaving and your pussy is a centimetre away from sitting on his cock.
“why’s it fucked up? you okay?” you brush your nose against his softly, smoothing out his eyebrow with your thumb. “you look hot, do you want to take your top off?”
you’re being so sweet to him and he appreciates it, he does. but as soon as he knows what he’s doing he’s gonna treat you right. properly.
for now, he’s just worried he doesn’t have what it takes.
“oh, err, fuck. sorry, yeah i will,” he mumbles to you, yanking off his white tee from the neckline.
bakugou enjoys how your eyes glow, scanning his half naked body like it’s something you can eat. your hands immediately flatten against his chest. down his toned abdomen. up to his fat squishy pectorals. he’s never had someone touch him like this. he couldn’t be harder.
“you don’t have to apologise, you know. this is new for us both.”
“you’re not the fuckin’ virgin here.” he bites, “i’ve never even had a woman in my room.”
he can tell you like that idea. you inch closer to him on his lap, your hands are back on his shoulders. you brush your lips over his.
“i don’t know how. look at you.”
and you’re back to making out with him. slower this time. tasting all the flavour from his tongue.
you softly bite down on his bottom lip and like a ring of the doorbell, bakugou opens up to let you in. it’s wet peck after wet peck, tilting your head to taste more of him. he’s eager, too eager ducking closer to you, as to not waste any time with your lips off his. you can only think that if he kisses with this much passion, you’re dying to know how he’d fuck.
bakugou tightly grips your ass and without meaning to, he shoves you directly onto his cock.
you mewl like a cat, hips grinding down onto him like you can’t help it. “you feel so good, ‘tsuki.”
you feel good because of him. him.
your tongue sneaks into his mouth, twirls and brushes against his. he learns quickly, you’ll give him that. his tongue dances against yours, licking up everything you offer. you feel his body vibrate, his dick twitch. you begin sucking on his tongue and that’s when he releases a harsh grunt. you’re soaked.
“let me see it.” you palm his cock through his shorts, “let me see.”
bakugou opens his eyes, pulls away from your mouth for a moment.
“i… fuck.” he’s back to mumbling. then stupidly, he looks down at the lump in his fabric.
“you… you don’t have to?” you offer, unsure about his wide eyes, “we can keep kissing?”
“it’s just that… it’s just….,” bakugou looks up to the ceiling.
he’d love for you to touch him, do anything to him but nobodies seen his dick before. sure he’s seen some porn videos but he’s never seen a dick like his in them. he’s googled and nothing said there’s anything particularly wrong about his.
but what if you find it weird, what if it puts you off him completely?
“talk to me, baby,” you push, laying a kiss on his jaw. then making a line down his neck. “wanna make you feel good.”
he’d like that.
“listen. seriously.”
you pull off him at that, sitting up on his lap, your hands at his waist. he is stupidly gorgeous. puffy pink lips because of you. his long straight eyelashes. his beautiful cheekbones and that eyebrow slit.
“i’m listening. tell me anything.” you soften your tone, trying to get the horny out your eyes. your tits are basically spilling out your vest top and you don’t miss bakugou’s pupils darting to and from them every few seconds.
“i think…. i…”
you don’t speak.
katsuki takes a deep breath. he almost shouts without meaning to. “nobody has seen my dick before but me. right?”
you nod with a frown, unsure where this is going. “okay. nothing’s wrong with that.”
bakugou winces. he isn’t built for this. he’s always been attractive physically. his body works better than the average. can run at speed, stealthy, built for hero work. his quirk is best of the best and is only getting stronger by the day. but using his body for sex? that’s something he has no clue about.
“it might not be normal lookin’? like it works fine, i’ve never had any problems with it? but it might be odd for you.”
you’re immediately imagining the worst. it’s not small. you felt it a second ago between your legs. heck, you’ve seen it when he walks around in those stupid grey joggers. oddly coloured, oddly shaped? is it too big?
“what’s wrong?” you tilt your head.
his whole face is flushed. a beautiful pink to the apples of his cheeks. you would kiss them if he wasn’t so serious right now.
he closes his eyes, leans his head back on his headboard. his hands stay on your thighs. you tap his chest.
“c’mon tell me.”
he exhales sharply.
“my dick is fuckin’ curved. to the left. i don’t know why.” he blurts, embarrassment written all over him, “it’s always been like that.”
for him to be this stressed about it, it must be abnormal. is it like a hook? you’ve seen one like that on one of those medical reality shows. would it be able to go inside if you? you so badly want him inside of you.
you shrug. you can’t imagine anything about this man being less than perfect. “it can’t be that bad, baby.”
you rub his chest soothingly but his face doesn’t soothe you one bit.
“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i brought you here and we’re goin’ so well and—,”
“let me see. let me see your dick, c’mon,” you smile softly.
you sink your hand to touch his crotch again.
“you sure? i don’t want you to be put off me like i’m a freak—,”
“katsuki. come on.”
it’s in slow motion. your mouth immediately start salivating, his hands grip the elastic waistband of his shorts. he pulls it down in one go with his underwear.
“oh katsuki. baby…. honey.”
this man has nothing to worry about. bakugou katsuki has on him a cock that can rival your favourite dildos. it curves to the left, a smooth pleasing curve that you already know will hit your softest spots. you swallow your spit, your hands inching up his thighs. it’s darker at the base, twitching under your attention with two round balls (one a little larger than the other) at the bottom.
he is hefty. heavy. thick like a tree trunk with veins darting up the sides. you imagine the weight of it in your mouth. the deep pinkish purplish head on your tongue. most of all, you imagine it curved inside, pushing a sweet orgasm out of you.
of course, this big idiot didn’t know what he had on him. part of you wants to lie, never let him know how good he has it so he doesn’t go around sharing his goods. but you need to, it’s written all over your face.
“you must be joking, katsuki,” you hum, delighted. you run your finger down his shaft.
his hips jolt, eyes lazing slightly from your attention. he’s so hard it’s getting painful.
“what? what? spit it out.”
“you need to fuck me. doesn’t have to be now but someday. you have to.” you whine, “you don’t get it at all.”
“what? it’s not a problem? this okay with you?” he stutters, unable to keep a steady head as you sink down the bed to rest your chest on his legs. now you’ve got your face right in front of his dick, as if you’re measuring the curve by degrees.
you want to lick him.
“you’ve got a pornstar dick. a dick they base dildos off,” you breathe. the look in your eye is wild, untamed. “you’d feel amazing. even if you don’t know how to use it. you need let me bounce on it.”
bakugou blinks down at you. he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing, fuck, he doesn’t know what to do about you. not one bit did he think you’d even have this reaction.
“w-what… i know how to use my own dick.” is all he can manage but you shake your head.
you flick your eyes up to him, “we’re gonna learn together, okay? can i… can i…” you flatten your tongue against his shaft and give him one lick up.
bakugou’s sure he’s about to come any second now.
“y-yes but be fuckin’ careful. i don’t wanna nut on your face.”
You know you looked good. Moisturised skin, cute frenchies done and hair freshly done with a little colour this time cuz it’s summer, duh! You had a pink, tight summer dress on, a few shopping bags in hand and your lipgloss and car keys in the other.
You would’ve never expected to get approached by a group of male heroes tho. You were minding your business, walking down the street and trying to make your way to your car, hundreds of heroes on patrol and citizens swarming the streets.
“Excuse me miss, ‘you need any help with those bags?” you heard a low, gruff voice behind you, causing you to turn around, meeting face to face with thee pro hero dynamight, alongside “red riot” who was now quickly walking away with a cheeky grin on his face. (w assist)
“Oh—uh sure.” You smiled, slightly confused but your hands were aching you either way. He followed behind you bags in hand as the two of you walked in comfortable silence before you spoke up awkwardly. “it’s kinda weird casually walking with a pro hero.” I mumbled, more to myself than him.
“shouldn’t help you then?” he asked, voice low and explosive like all the interviews you’d seen him in. “y’know you wanted to help me” you frowned, looking back at him with a smirk to see he was already staring at your ass, red orbs quickly darting up to yours. “—tch, oh yeah?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes making you laugh.
he was so bad at flirting.
“So why’d you decide to help me, hero?” you teased. “ ‘cause I know what I want.” he sassed like it was so obvious.
confident.
“Y’think I’m easy?”
“Are you?”
“Find out, Mr dynamight.”
“give me your number then.” he demanded cockily, all challenging and desperate.
“nope. I don’t like your tone. say please” you cooed, making him let out a huff.
you were perfect, fiesty, pretty, smelt good, nice smile and laugh, looked good, funny, looked good, looked gooood—shit, he couldn’t take his eyes off your ass or boobs. Pervy, I know, but he couldn’t help it, and the tight dress didn’t make it better. Best believe, the afternoon ended with more flirting, an exchange of numbers and a hug! not any ordinary hug, a reach up-hands around the neck-and hands-wrapped around the waist hug. A bitch was happy!
𑣲 sucking katsuki off under the desk during his meeting. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the glow of the laptop screen lit up katsuki’s face, showing him looking perfectly professional in a crisp button-up shirt while secretly miserable during a two-hour zoom meeting.
hidden below the desk line, the camera couldn't see that he was wearing nothing but black boxers. after all, he was in the comfort of his home.
he leaned back in his chair with a cocky smirk, his crimson eyes completely ignoring the boring charts to glance at you.
you stood in the doorway just out of the camera's view with your arms crossed, growing more impatient by the second after trying to get his attention for the past twenty minutes.
a quiet huff escaped his nose, completely amused by how annoyed you were. ignoring your frantic hand signs, he shifted his weight just to show off how relaxed he was.
his relaxation didn't last long when you checked the screen to see what was out of frame and vanished from his peripheral vision.
his smirk faltered for a second when he looked down, only to see you already crawling silently under the heavy oak desk like a shadow.
"moving on to the quarterly budget projections for the musutafu district." the speaker’s voice on the call filled the quiet room.
katsuki felt your warm hands slide up his bare thighs as you reached for him. he instantly stiffened in his chair, fighting to keep his focus on the zoom meeting, but he could already feel his dick hardening and straining against his boxers.
his fingers gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white as you palmed him through his boxers before slowly tugging them down.
before he could even give a silent warning, you wrapped your mouth around him.
the warmth of your throat overwhelmed him immediately. a sharp hiss caught in his throat, but he managed to choke it back at the last second and mask it as a rough cough. he quickly muted his microphone before they could hear anything else.
"Is everything alright, dynamight?" the agency director asked, noticing his posture on the screen.
katsuki's jaw clenched hard as a deep heat ran up his neck. underneath the desk, you swirled your tongue right around the tip, looking up through your lashes with pure mischief. you knew exactly what you were doing to him.
"fine." he managed to growl out, unmuting his mic for a split second before slamming it back on mute. his voice was way deeper and raspier than usual—thick and strained.
his professional composure was completely starting to shatter. he leaned forward and buried his face in his hand, pretending to overthink the budget charts while trying to hide his expression. his eyes fluttered shut as a quiet "fuck.." slipped past his lips.
his other hand crept down, threading his fingers through your hair to guide your movements.
you picked up the pace, bobbing your head rhythmically with your lips tight around him, sucking him in deep. he didn't give a damn about the zoom meeting anymore, he was ready to log off with a cheap excuse at any second.
"can't even wait, can you?" he groaned.part of him wanted to pull you off, to discipline you for being so reckless and impatient, but his fingers did the exact opposite—pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "fuckin' tease."
a mix of pleasure and frustration hooded his eyes as he looked down. whenever a colleague on the call asked a question, he had to forcefully lock every muscle in his body just to nod sharply, breathing in short, ragged puffs through his nose.
"gonna ruin you the second i'm off this call." his hips twitched up on instinct as he watched you intently with the silent promise burning in his eyes, knowing he was seconds away from filling your throat.
you were going to pay for this the very second he clicked leave meeting.
note :: can some people just leave me alone, i don't get why scrolling is such a big issue...if you do not like my works, think its ooc or just maybe don't like me in general, you do not have to comment and you can block me or get off my page. i do this for fun, and it isn't fun at all when people feel the need to judge the content i whip up in my free time.
the phone is propped on the pillows, screen glowing while katsuki’s flushed face fills one side and the camera stays pointed straight down at your wrecked body.
eijiro’s been pounding you for hours now, thick cock still buried deep, every thrust making wet, squelching noises as it pushes more of his earlier loads out of your swollen cunt. your thighs are shiny with slick and cum, the sheets beneath you soaked through, and your voice is already hoarse from all the moaning.
katsuki’s breathing hard on the other end, fist working his cock in quick, rough strokes. “look at that messy fucking pussy,” he growls, voice low and ragged. “you two have been going at it for hours and you’re still dripping everywhere. shit, i can see fucking puffy she is, eiji. keep fucking her f'me.”
eijiro’s hips snap harder, the creamy ring around his base getting thicker with every thrust. “fuuuck, baby, you’re taking it so good,” he pants, big hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “been letting me use this cunt all night and you’re still so tight. mmph, sweetie—yeah, just like that. good girl.”
your head lolls back, tongue hanging out, eyes glassy and unfocused. every brutal thrust knocks another broken sound out of you. “eiji—haaahh—t-too much, i can’t—kats, p-please, it’s s'deep—i’m—m'gonna—” your words dissolve into high, pathetic whimpers as he keeps fucking you through it.
“you can take it,” eijiro groans, leaning down to mouth at your neck while his pace stays relentless. “gonna make y'squirt again, pretty girl. i know you got more in you. mmph, soak my cock—fuuuckk. come on, let it out.”
katsuki’s fist blurs faster on screen. “moaning like a fuckin' slut...eiji, make her cum while i watch. fuck, i’m so hard it hurts—wish i was there pounding your hole open with him.”
eijiro’s fingers find your swollen nub and he rubs fast, messy circles. the pressure builds fast, your whole body tensing up before you explode again. clear fluid sprays out around his cock, soaking his abs and chest in hot bursts while your cunt spasms wildly. “cumming mnghh—cumming again—haaaahh—f-fuuuckkk...eiji, katsuki, p-please—!”
“that’s it, good fucking girl,” eijiro praises, still pounding through your orgasm, cock glistening. “look at you squirting all over me again. such a messy little slut for us.”
katsuki’s breathing turns into rough grunts. “g'nna cum—fuuck—making me cum with that fucking greedy little pussy.” thick ropes of cum spurt across his phone camera, blurring the view in white streaks as he groans your name.
you’re still twitching and babbling, voice cracking. “kats… eiji… love you—hahh, love when you watch me get fucked like this…”
eijiro slows but stays buried deep, kissing your temple while his hips give lazy, shallow thrusts. “we got you, sweetheart. just keep on being good for us.”
sex during the heatwave except you can’t really have sex because it’s too hot in the house. too hot in the bed. too hot on the couch. but his hand slides underneath your tank top anyway and you feel how hard he is through his shorts.
“we shouldn’t.” “we can’t.” swapped between kisses and mumbles and complaints about the weather but your skin grows sticky for reasons other than humidity. his lips are wet with sweat and spit, your thighs cling together around his wrist…because now you’re on your sides in front of the fan kissing and touching beneath clothes — fingers in your cunt and fingers wrapped around his cock… sex but not quite sex.. whimpers curling into the thick summer air ..
katsuki’s been close with you and izuku since childhood. and now, he’s fucking you, and every time you whine that sweet, “kacchan!” he can’t help but think of izuku too.
"ah! god, fuck!" you mewl, head thrown back at the sensation of katsuki's active thrusting, warm hands gripping your thighs.
"atta girl. so good f'me, baby." he grunts, hips angling to hit the perfect spot, sweat collecting on his brow.
"mmph! yes kacchannn, shit!"
kacchan. that stupid nickname. he hates when you say it in bed. it makes him think of izuku, he's the one who started with it in the first place. it makes him wonder what it would be like if he were here, if he heard you say that. how he'd react. how his face would get all red for no absolute reason and his dumb overflowing brain would get all fuzzy—
"baby, cut it out with that shit." katsuki grunts. he's scolded you about this before.
"m sorry!" you groan, hips wiggling and grinding against him. "but why?" you pout, and you're super fucking adorable. your skin's all moist and glistening beneath him, a soft crease on your forehead.
he pants above you, slowing down his movements to a reasonable talking pace. "cuz— makes me think of deku. n i dont wanna think about his dumbass while im balls deep in my girl—"
"i love izuuu..." you croon, eyes all blissed out. you clench around him and his jaw clenches, cock twitching inside you.
"i- i know ya do, honey."'
"no, i," you grunt, eyes rolling back briefly, jutting your hips forward. "i love him, katsuki. wish he was here with us..."
"he's so cute," you babble on mindlessly, with little squeaks leaving your throat here and there. you messily brush your hair out of your face, gripping your boyfriend's tough biceps right after. "he's so cute, suki. want him too."
"jesus fuck," katsuki hisses, leaving a light lovetap on your asscheek before bending down and sucking on your tongue.
"you want him here too." you mumble when he pulls away, saliva coating both your lips. "mmmph— you wanna have him, baby, i know you do!"
bakugou squeezes his eyes shut, digging his face into your neck as he rocks into you with soft grunts. "y-yeah. okay, fine. shit.."
bf!bkg who cannot stand seeing you put yourself down when it comes to taking what you want from him.
“Kats,” you sigh. “I don’t want to…”
Bakugo interrupts you, a hand coming up to brush the hair from your face. “Baby, you’re not usin’ me. Ya earned me fair an’ square. What’s the hold up?”
You actually don’t know why you’re hesitating. Hell, Bakugo loves when you come home and are all over him, climbing into his lap and kissing his neck until he melts into the couch cushions. It actually annoys him how easy his brain shuts off the second your lips meet his skin, an instant chemical reaction.
Now? You suddenly feel guilty for ‘using’ your boyfriend — it’s stupid. You know it is, considering your thighs are clenched and all you’re doing is standing in front of him.
“Enough’a that,” Bakugo declares, his voice taking on a low rumble that makes your face flush. “I told ya, I’m keepin’ every fucking moment of you givin’ yourself to me. If you wanna use me for comfort or release or whatever the hell you’re feelin’ right now... it’s yours. I’m yours — body, mind and fuckin’ soul.”
He pauses, his arms hooking around your waist to press you against him.
“So stop askin’ permission and just fuckin’ take what’s yours."
divided attention ɞ·˚ katsuki bakugo & eijiro kirishima x f!reader
𑣲 roommates, katsuki & eijiro, shows how badly they missed you. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki had been more explosive than usual during training, and eijiro had spent his off-hours staring at his phone, waiting for a text. the distance left a heavy tension between the two men, their constant arguing growing worse every day you were gone. you just had to take that trip..
when your plane finally landed, they were both waiting for you. katsuki drove home with a tight grip on the wheel while eijiro held your hand from the backseat, neither of them willing to let you go.
the moment you stepped through the front door, they wouldn't leave your side.
they both followed you like a shadow, clinging closely to you. hungry? katsuki quickly heated up your favorite food that he had cooked earlier. wanted a warm shower? eijiro started it at the perfect temperature.
honestly, what would you do without your wonderful, loving roommates?
but the sweet routine didn't last past the bedroom door. the second you stepped into the room in that towel, the lingering tension snapped.
"fuckin' missed you so much it hurts." katsuki mumbled against your inner thigh, pinning your legs back to finally bury his face between your thighs, eating you out with a desperate hunger.
eijiro was hovered over your side, marking up your neck with dark bruises. his fingers were squeezing your tits tightly, rolling your nipples as your back arched off the bed.
"look at you." eijiro murmured, lifting his head to look down at you with heavy eyes. "did you miss us this much, y/n?" of course you did.
you tried to answer, but katsuki's tongue swiped hard over your clit, turning your response into a loud moan. "don't ask her stupid shit when my mouth is full." katsuki grumbled against your wetness, his heavy hands locking onto your thighs. "just hold her down. she's about to break."
eijiro didn't hesitate, pinning your wrists above your head and locking his fingers with yours. "got her." he captured your loud whimpers with his lips onto yours while katsuki increased his pace until your hips buckled and you finally broke—thighs shaking as you came.
eijiro cooed softly against your lips, kissing away your breathless whimpers as your thighs continued to tremble. "that's it, good girl.." his thumb rubbed the back of your pinned hands.
the intense heat between you didn't fade for a second, and the sight of eijiro hovering over you—completely flushed and breathing heavily, made a desperate ache bloom deep in your chest. your mouth watered just thinking about tasting him after watching him hold his composure just to hold you down for katsuki.
he hovered over you, positioning himself right above your face. his hard, leaking cock nudged gently against your bottom lip. right on cue, you parted your lips eagerly, tilting your head back to take him all the way into your mouth.
letting out a guttural groan, eijiro’s hands tangled into your hair as he gently rolled his hips, letting you rest on your back while listening to your soft gags. "damn, your mouth feels good.." he whispered, more to himself, as he began to slide slowly against your tongue. "suck it, sweet girl. you really wanted this, huh?"
while you focused on eijiro, katsuki settled between your legs, hands smoothing over your thighs before gripping your hips possessively. "gonna fuck you so good. you'll feel me for a week.." he rasped, aligning his thick tip perfectly at the entrance of your soaked pussy.
the slow stretch of katsuki filling you completely made you moan against eijiro's dick.
they both groaned at the tight feel of you. "stretchin' around me like you were made for me." katsuki grumbled, smirking before he immediately broke into a fast pace. "absolute slut for both of us."
"she's so perfect." eijiro choked out, tightening his grip in your hair as katsuki's brutal pace made your throat clamp down. "look at how much she missed us."
"fuckin' better have." katsuki growled, pounding deep into you. "thought about this the whole time you were gone, didn't you? couldn't wait to get filled by both of us." he wasn't wrong—you were starved for their touch. you practically rolled your hips against katsuki's heavy thrusts while swallowing eijiro as deep as you could.
your breathless whimpers and the grip around katsuki's cock showed exactly how much you missed—needed them.
eijiro stared down at your flushed face, his eyes heavy with devotion. "you're doing so good for us.. almost there.."
katsuki gripped your waist, lifting you higher to angle you perfectly for his deep thrusts. "she's breaking again." he exhaled, his voice sounding raspy and needy. "fuck—gonna fill you up."
it was completely overwhelming. as katsuki hammered into you and eijiro filled your mouth, a huge wave of pleasure hit you. your walls clamped down around katsuki in a tight orgasm, pulsing so hard it pushed him right over the edge. he buried himself deep inside you, pumping thick ropes of semen deep against your cervix.
"f-fuck, i can't—" a split second later, eijiro let out a ragged, trembling sigh, his hips twitching forward as he came heavily down your throat, filling your mouth with his sweet, thick warmth.
every desperate touch made it clear just how starved they'd been for you, and by the greedy way you clung yourself to them, it was obvious the feeling was entirely mutual.
[2.6k] smut, exhibitionism, spit, crude language, grown ass men watching a sex tape (bakusquad), afab!reader
“C’mon man, it’s my turn to choose what we’re watching for movie night, it was your turn last week!” Denki groaned, pushing Kirishima's shoulder.
“Fine, but we’ll have to use Sero’s laptop this time, because a certain someone broke mine last week. You know, with my shattered screen and all?” he turns back to Denki, scoffing. “Really dude? I told you it was an accident already!-”
“No way you guys, I have an essay coming up, I gotta use it as soon as I finish these dishes.” Sero quickly spoke up from the kitchen, hands in the sink, cleaning away. “Use Katsuki’s or something. He's not here anyway.”
Kirishima stares at the black-haired boy. “Absolutely not. There's private stuff on there… plus he only shares his laptop with his girl.”
“So?” Denki argued. “I'm sure he keeps his private stuff locked away considering he’s always keeping things to himself anyway, you know how he is. Besides, don’t y’all remember that he keeps a bunch of movies in a file for us?” Kirishima and Sero looked at eachother for a second. “You mean for them?” they argued. “No, i mean that he knows we have movie hangouts.” Denki rolled his eyes. Even though they told him that it wasn’t a good idea, he still gets up, fixes his shirt before going into Bakugou’s room.
“I’ll just go get it.”
A few minutes later, Denki comes back to the living room, sitting between Kiri and Sero, opening the laptop. The three of them groan as they’re met with a lockscreen, asking for a password.
“Ugh obviously….see? I told you we should’ve used Hanta’s laptop, Bakugou’s too private, man. I can’t even get in myself if I wanted to." Eijirou sighs, facing Denki. “Where's your laptop anyway?” he questions, emphasizing on ‘your’.
“Kyouka has it, remember? She won’t be back until tomorrow.” he says typing on the keyboard, thinking of the right password.
“Dude, if you keep typing wrong shit, you’ll lock his laptop forever and we’re all going to die." Sero grabs his arm, already annoyed. “Let's just use the TV.”
“Why does he need a password anyway?” Kaminari moaned.
"Of course there’s a damn password, Sero added. You think bakugou just leave his stuff unlocked?"
"Guys look, we can have a hint here." Kirishima interrupted, making the other two focus back on the screen.
A tiny sentence pops up prompting a simple question.
⃣ my best friend
Oh yeah, that’s easy, it’s obviously me!” Eijirou laughed, ready to type his answer.
The three men were met with a small ‘invalid’ pop-up screen. Confused, they tried Sero, then Kaminari, then Kirishima (once again, just in case), then Midoriya. Surely it’s him right? Hell, they even tried you! However, all those answers were still wrong, until ‘all might’ somehow unlocked the laptop, making them stare at the homescreen picture of you and Katsuki on a beach, on a recent vacation you both have been on.
"Well, that’s not a very good answer" Denki said, scratching his head.
“…all might? really?” Eijirou and Denki questioned at the same time. They looked at each other for a few seconds, exaggerated betrayal showing on their faces.
“I must admit i’m bummed, does he know who his best friend is? surely he forgot to change that answer." Kirishima rubbed his arm while Denki looked for Bakugou’s pirated movie file. “I’m pretty sure it would’ve been too easy if he chose Izuku man.” Sero added, rolling his eyes at his red haired friend.
“Dude, Kats not scared of getting caught having all those downloaded movies?” Kamirari asked, “There’s a shit ton of pirated stuff in there…” he continued.
The living room’s dorm silence is sometimes broken by “No not that”, “We’ve already watched this”, or Sero’s mocking tone of “We can’t watch horror movies because Kaminari is a baby and is scared of those!”
“Shut up!” he huffs. “t’least I'm not a psycho and watch murder videos all night like you!” he scoffs.
Thirty minutes pass and not a single movie was chosen for the evening.
Sero yawns. “ugh, alright guys let's just do something else instead, clearly we can’t decide on a movie.”
“Wait hold up,” Denki speaks up, intrigued.
“I think we’ve found our movie for tonight.”
“Ew, why is he into weird obscure movies? There’s not even a title to any of these.” Kirishima scrolls down the file. “Maybe it’s something illegal hahaha– Ow!” Sero hits his arm while Denki continues to laugh.
Denki then shrugs and clicks on the video, curiosity getting the best of him.
“Woah bro wait what are you doing?” Eijirou stops him, panicking. “What? he must’ve just forgotten to put a title on it, it’s probably just a regular movie, like Spider-Man or some shit.”
“yeah but it just says video.mov” kirishima adds.
“duh, mov means movie right?” denki replied, big smile on his face like he just solved a mystery.
Sero glares at his friends. He pushes his long hair back, looking at dumb and dumber next to him. “Uh huh. Well let’s hope it’s a movie we haven’t watched yet, I'm sick of you guys watching corny romantic movies.”
“Whatever man, just press play, we wanna see what’s that all about.” Denki yawns, already over this whole movie search.
The beginning of the video shows nothing weird of any sort, just a dimly lit room and a bed that kind of looks like Katsuki’s. Skeptical, but not really caring, they just keep watching.
“Ah shit, i’ll be back, my phone’s ringing. Sorry guys.” Sero gets up to his seat, excusing himself.
“We’re gonna keep watching without you!” Kirishima yells across the hall. “Don't care! This call is important!” Hanta yells back before closing his bedroom door.
The video continues, silence completely filling the room. “Is there even sound on this thing?” Denki whispers, hovering his ear on the side speaker.
Soon however, the awkward silence gets cut off by giggles and heavy breathing , making the two men question their choice of film.
“Hell no man, if that’s an adult movie i’m cancelling the whole hangout." Kirishima takes the laptop from Denki’s hands, ready to press the pause button but suddenly stops.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you pausing?” Confused but also pouts of the loss of the device in his hands, Kaminari looks closely at the screen, face changing from confusion to shock.
“Huh… it looks like her!“ he adds.
“I think, i think it is her dude.” Eijirou places the computer back on the coffee table, their interest coming back as soon as they lost it.
You’re barely recognizable, the camera shows you laying down on the bed, wrists tied up to the headboard and white silk sheets in a tangled mess. Drool drips from the cheap plastic ball around your mouth. Your legs are spread at your maximum and the camera is mostly focused on your used and bruised ass, but the most interesting thing is the black tape covering your cunt, making your other hole the star of the show, the only thing on display. The only sound anyone could hear from the speakers was your whining and moaning.
Eijirou and Denki stare at your trembling figure, unable to keep their eyes away.
“—this is what happens when you piss me the fuck off.” They could hear their friend's voice behind the camera, voice low and far from his usual loud tone. “Seeing you flirt with my friends, acting like nothing is gonna happen to you… I can’t let that happen now can I?” You shook your head, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. He got closer to you, angling the camera to get a closer look at your holes. You whine as you feel his index and middle fingers on your taped cunt, eyes begging for him to fuck you.
“Alright sorry that took so long it was really important– what the fuck are you guys watching?” Sero interrupts, looking at the screen.
“You might wanna sit down for this man.” Eijiro mutters. “Fuck no! Why are you horny fucks watching some por-”
“Oh?” he stops.
Hanta does feels guilty for watching, but he’s fixed on the way your body is trembling in excitement, by the way your pretty face is covered in spit and dried tears, by the way you’re whining softly, and by the way your eyes fixed on Katsuki. You’re being so obedient, despite the obscene scene the screen is showing him.
They’ve never imagined or thought of you that way, the men do feel guilty about it but when they feel their pants tightening, they knew to keep watching.
Careful eyes are fixed on seeing you vulnerable under him, you usually looked so serious and always ready to fight villains, your personality strong and proud. How is it that Katsuki could easily turn you into a puddle of lust, a whole different person?
Bakugou holds the back of your thighs, stopping your wriggling underneath him. “Baby won’t you be a good girl and take what I give you?” you nod frantically, body shaking. “That’s my good girl.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead, then presses his tip to your rim.
You get dizzy as you feel Katsuki filling you up so nicely, never getting used to how big he is. You look at him with half lidded eyes, tears slowly falling down your eyes, wrists hurting from the restraints.
He pushes your legs to the back of your head, making him reach deeper inside you, each rough thrusts make your eyes swell with hot tears. The disgusting red ball in your mouth is muffling your begs while you try to reach for his arms despite your restraints. Your head falls back on the pillows, feeling yourself losing it more and more. He slaps your cheek a few times before removing the ball from your mouth, strings of saliva connected from your lips to the plastic. “You’re a messy bitch you know that? Am I making you feel good?” he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. You're lightheaded, you feel him everywhere, eyes barely focusing on him.
The faster he fucks you, the more you feel the tape slowly peeling off your cunt.
The boys groan at your fucked up state, they’ve never heard a better sound other than your moans and begging.
“Uh-huh… please don’t stop Suki, want’ more!” you mumble, hiccup through your tears. You don’t really know what you’re saying to him as you feel him everywhere. His weight on you, his hands on the back of your thighs, forcing your legs open, his eyes piercing through you. His cock was splitting your ass open, the pressure almost making you pass out. “More?” he scoffs. “Me fucking your tight little ass isn’t enough? You’re just a greedy whore, always wanting to be stuffed full of cock is that it?” You nod over and over again, making him chuckle. “Use words.” He spits. “Yes! I’m a greedy whore! God– I love your cock so much just… please-” You feel out of it, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You feel Katsuki’s thick cock stretching your asshole so hard you start to feel the tape slowly peeling off.
It was obvious that the men wondered how it would feel to be inside you, it’s not like they haven’t thought of it, maybe except Kirishima, who was always so respectful of you and your relationship with Bakugou. In the back of his mind, he still felt bad for watching. Today though, his perspective of you changed for good. You really were nothing but a filthy slut, who’d give any of her holes, just for the sake of pleasure.
“God, look at how well she takes his dick.” Denki confesses, hand eagerly stroking his tip, groaning at the sight of you. Muffled moans and cries are the only thing heard in the living room. The three men were mesmerized by your expressions, Sero slowly pulling his sweatpants down as he strokes his own cock.
“I just… this so wrong man, we have to stop watching this—can you please put your dick away?” Eijirou asks. “If he finds out we’ve watched this, it’s over for all of us.” He continues, holding himself back to join his friends in their pleasuring session.
You gasp when Katsuki suddenly rips the tape off, making you wince in pain. He leans towards your neck, whispering something no one could hear even if you got close to the screen. “Useless cunt, can’t even hold this fucking tape right from how wet you are.” You look at him as he pushes hair out of your face. “Open up." A warm glob of spit hits your tongue as you thank him, his burning palms leaving a slight burn on your ass.
He frees you of the handcuffs before you’re suddenly flipped onto your stomach, lightheaded from the way he manhandles you. “Ass up.” is all he says as you obey, though struggling to keep your knees still, legs shaking. You feel his cock on your ass once again, an indication that you’re not quite done being used yet.
He positions the camera closer to your entrance as he slowly gets inside you, making you both sigh. “Want my cock in your cunt so bad huh? Can’t just get enough of one hole huh?” You don’t answer him, harsh words telling the truth. “That’s too bad, you’re not getting what you want even if the tape is off.”
Denki is a mess, he’s getting closer to his release, while Kirishima tries to look away from the screen, forcing himself up to get water, as he sighs uncomfortably at his tight shorts.
Sero on the other hand, is so focused on you that he comes in his hand without realizing it.
Katsuki groans, out of breath. “I’m close baby. You’re gonna take all I give you right?” His thrusts get sloppier, whining more and more as he gets close to his release, feeling your tight hole milking him. “Cum inside me!” is all he needs to hear needed before you felt his warm load inside your ass. He collapsed on top of you as you cry into the pillow at the feeling, letting him use you without having the chance to cum once.
The three boys groan at the sight of your abused hole, tape crumbled up somewhere on the bed, cum leaking down from your ass onto your neglected cunt. Your legs soon give out, making you fall flat, but Katsuki picks your legs up, picking up the camera to show your leaking hole.
“What an ungrateful girl.” You look back at him, tears drying on your swollen face, "’M sorry sir…” You roll on your back, reaching to scoop the cum off your hole, bringing your fingers to your mouth before releasing them with a slight ‘pop’. “That better?” you wink. He grabs your jaw making you giggle. “My good girl.” he spits in your face once again before the video ends.
“Ugh. You’re fucking gross Denki, better hurry up before he comes back and see your perverted ass on his computer.” Kirishima tells him, as if he’s any better. The bright blonde curses under his breath before running off to the bathroom, shorts barely hanging on his legs.
Sero wakes up from his daydream to his sticky hand, shaking his head before sighing and quickly pulling his pants up, heading to the kitchen to wash his hands.
Eijirou stares at the wall, feeling more guilty than ever, with a raging boner that he has yet to touch.
As Kirishima starts cleaning around him, the door unlocks. He sees Bakugou enter with a few grocery bags, mumbling to himself. Kirishima is too late to shut the laptop off before his friend sees.
Katsuki looks at his (basically stolen) open laptop, screen frozen exposinh your leaking holes and spit covered face on full display. He stares at his red haired roommate, then Sero, then Denki coming out of the shared bathroom. His expression unreadable.
“What the fuck are y’all doing on my laptop?”
for @flwrbo <3
a/n: idk when i’ll stop procrastinating but i’m also moving so i’m super busy… anyway this fic has seen like 4 fandoms but this time it’s the one… i hope. -nami
Katsuki grips the steering wheel with one hand while his other slides between your thighs, fingers already slick from your dripping pussy. "Fuck, you're soaked already," he growls, voice low and rough as he parks in the empty lot. He yanks you onto his lap, your skirt shoved up, panties ripped aside. His thick cock pushes into your tight cunt in one hard thrust. "Take it. Ride me like you mean it."
You moan and start bouncing on his length, juices running down his shaft and soaking into the leather seat. "Katsuki—deeper," you gasp. He grabs your hips and slams up into you, the wet slap of skin filling the car. Cum and slick drip everywhere, coating his balls and the seat beneath you both.
"Shit, you're ruining my fucking car," he snarls, biting your neck while he fucks you harder. Your walls clench around him as you cum, squirting over his cock and flooding the upholstery. He groans loud, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside you until it leaks out around his shaft, mixing with your juices in a sticky mess across the seat and floor.
Later, he picks up his friends. Denki wrinkles his nose. "Dude, why's your car this wet? Smells like... something."
You blush hard, grabbing a cloth from the glovebox and wiping the seat quickly. "Just spilled some water earlier," you mumble, cleaning discreetly while they climb in without noticing the real mess coating everything.
Katsuki loves to watch movies with you. Especially horror movies where you're clinging to his arm as he teases you about how scared you look.
He scoffs after you jump up from a jump scare that appeared on the screen. "I can never believe how this can scare you, it's made up."
Immediately after, you defend yourself, turning your head to look at him. "There's jump scares y'know!"
"They're predictable," he shot right back.
Silence fell between you, the only sound coming from the television in front of you. You pout as you let go of his arm, turn around, and lean your back against his side, your arms crossed.
"Don't tell me you're sulking over a small tease." He didn't receive an answer to his reply.
"Come on, don't ignore me," he spoke a little quieter as he turned his body around on the couch, forcing you to either fall back onto his lap or sit on your own. You remained seated. Completely ignoring him. He reached his hands up, holding your shoulders as he pulled you down. Your head naturally leaned back, now locking eyes with him.
"Are you that desperate for my attention?"
"Continue watching the movie," he demanded, avoiding your question.
"Why? So you can make fun of me again?"
"Perhaps."
"God, you're unbelievable...," you muttered under your breath as you finally straightened yourself up and sat back next to him where you were before. His strong arm was around your shoulders that very same second, pulling you closer to him.
"You know, sometimes I think whenever you want to watch something, it's only because you want to be close to me," you asked curiously, glancing at him.
"Got a problem?"
"No, no. No problem."
For the rest of the night, you kept clinging to him, still scared shitless from a few jump scares, but eventually you drifted off to sleep after it ended.
So, yeah, he loved movie nights where he can have you real close without anyone caring. And when you fell asleep on him? Even better. He thinks you look adorable sleeping on his chest. You don't live with him, but the amount of times he purposefully didn't wake you up only because he wanted you to stay the night, may be a sign you should.
a/n : I learned a bit more about how to write so now it definitely looks better than before with the dialogues and all. Also, I'm sorry this is a short one after not posting for a while, but it's all I got since I have NO GOOD IDEAS, GOSH. Thank you for 500 likes on my last post tho ♡
pushing katsuki away after you cum despite wanting nothing more than to have him smother you with his insane body but you’re too hot to have this million degree skin touching you. it’s the middle of summer, your body temp already running way to high for your comfort and now youre hot and sweaty and sticky and your heart is jumping out of your chest and you cant handle the heat rippling from him.
“kats…you…” you pushing him away, swatting at his massive shoulders but it does nothing. “away. too hot.”
you’re not making sense but it’s because your head is still spinning and blood is rushing in your ears.
“why are you pushing me-hey!”
“too hot. i’m- suki move.” with two hands you shove weakly against his chest and despite not having the strength to move him, he follows your shove and rolls onto his back beside you. “too hot. i feel hot.”
nonsense spills from you mouth as you breath deeply, gulping down cold fresh air (it’s hot air but it’s not straight from the lungs of your boyfriend air and that’s exactly what your body needs) vision that had been darkening begins to clear, your head swirling less dramatically.
the mattress shifts beneath you and the next thing you feel is a cold towel pressed against your cheeks. the relief is instantaneous, a sigh punching from your lungs as you feel another cold rag on your bare chest. soaking cotton is dragged over your stomach, down your thighs and over your calves before it is brought back up to your chest.
“better?” katsuki mumbles from beside you, his large hands wiping your searing skin cool with each pass of the towel.
your response is a pleased hum, lazy smile blooming.
your boyfriend continues to swipe cold lines over your heated skin, cleaning up the mess between you thighs in the process.
“need water?”
“mm-hmm.”
“snack?”
“mm-mm”
a water bottle is pressed to your lips. “drink.”
your eyes flutter open to see katsuki above you, red eyes half lidded in contentment. lips wrap around the straw, sucking down ice cold water to soothe the inner fire racing through your veins. he waits until youre done then takes a drink after you.
“almost made me pass out.” you mumble, fingers reaching out to trace random patterns across his muscled thigh.
“from heat or sex?”
“sex.” you dig your fingers into scarred flesh. “then heat but that was cause of the great sex.”
a/n: idk how to end this. the writers block is so real rn
Okay so like, I have this fanfic idea that I think is good, but it's so fucking long I don't want to even start doing it. Does anyone have ideas on how to have more motivation for writing? I started like 3 in the past three weeks but I never finished them and I NEED to write that long idea I have, it's a must honestly. So just asking if anyone has any tips on how I can focus on starting it AND finishing it🙏🏻
