♡ summary: the alarm goes off at 6:47 a.m. satoru decides that’s everyone else’s problem.
♡ warnings: 18+ mdni • explicit sexual content • established relationship • oral (f!receiving) • multiple orgasms • piv sex • praise • possessive language • dirty talk • creampie • overstimulation • fluff • smut
♡ author’s note: apparently i wasn’t done writing clingy boyfriend gojo 😭 this technically takes place the morning after comfortable, but it can absolutely be read on its own. i hope y’all enjoy ♡
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The alarm goes off at 6:47 AM.
You groan, reaching blindly toward the nightstand, but before your fingers even get close, Satoru's arm locks around your waist like a vice.
"No," he mumbles into your neck.
"Satoru—"
"Nope. Not happening."
You try to wiggle free. His grip tightens, and suddenly you're being pulled back against his chest, his other arm coming up to trap you completely.
"I have to go to work—"
"Call in sick."
"I can't just—"
"Yes, you can." He's kissing your shoulder now, your neck, the spot behind your ear that makes you shiver. "Tell them you've got a fever. Tell them you're dying. Tell them Satoru Gojo is holding you hostage and won't let you leave."
"That last one is accurate."
"See? Honesty is important."
You laugh despite yourself, and he takes advantage of your momentary distraction to roll you onto your back, settling his weight on top of you. His hair is a disaster, sticking up in about fifteen different directions, and there are pillow creases on his cheek.
He looks perfect.
"Satoru, seriously—"
"Seriously," he interrupts, kissing your collarbone, "you should call in sick."
"And what about you? Don't you have to teach?"
He lifts his head, and the grin he gives you is absolutely insufferable.
"Baby," he says, "I'm Satoru Gojo."
"…So?"
"So I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."
You stare at him. "That's not how jobs work."
"It's how my job works."
"You're the worst."
"And yet." He kisses your jaw. "You love me anyway."
"Debatable right now."
"Liar." He's moving lower, kissing down your throat, your chest. "You're obsessed with me. Admit it."
"I'm not admitting anything until you let me turn off that alarm."
"Fine." He reaches over without looking, fumbling for your phone, and somehow manages to silence it. "There. Problem solved. Now stay in bed with me."
"Satoru—"
"Please?" He's looking up at you now, and his eyes are doing that thing—that stupid, unfair thing where they go all soft and earnest. "I just wanna spend the morning with you. Is that so bad?"
You sigh. "You're impossible."
"Is that a yes?"
"…I'll text my boss."
"Yes." He pumps his fist in victory, and you can't help but laugh.
"You're such a child."
"Your child," he corrects. "Besides, I already texted Yaga that I'm not coming in."
"You what?"
"Told him I had a personal emergency." He's grinning now, completely shameless. "Very serious. Life-threatening, even."
"Satoru—"
"What? It's true. If I don't spend the morning worshipping my girlfriend, I might actually die. Medical fact."
"That's not a medical fact."
"It is now." He's kissing your neck again, and his hands are sliding up your sides. "Besides, those first-years can handle basic curse theory without me for one day. And if they can't, I'll just teleport one of them into the Pacific Ocean next week. Builds character."
You snort. "You're not going to teleport a student into the ocean."
"You're right. Too much paperwork." He grins against your skin. "I'll just make them run laps until they puke. Much simpler."
"You're terrible." You swat at his shoulder, but you're laughing.
"And you love me." His hands are still on your waist, thumbs stroking your sides through your shirt. "Now text your boss so I can have you all to myself."
You grab your phone, squinting at the screen. "What am I even supposed to say?"
"Tell them you're sick."
"I'm not sick."
"You're lovesick. Counts."
You snort. "That's the worst thing you've ever said."
"Objectively untrue. Remember when I told Megumi that—"
"I'm texting." You type out a quick message about not feeling well, and the second you hit send, you try to roll away to put your phone back on the nightstand.
Satoru's arms lock around you immediately.
"Nope."
"I'm just putting my phone down—"
"Don't care. You're staying right here." He pulls you back against his chest, burying his face in your neck. "Mine now."
"Satoru—"
"Shh. Cuddling."
You laugh despite yourself, settling back against him. His arms are wrapped around you completely, one hand splayed across your stomach, the other coming up to play with your hair.
"You're being clingy."
"Mm-hmm." He's not even denying it. His fingers are running through your hair slowly, and you can feel him breathing against your neck. "Problem?"
"No," you admit. "Just… pointing it out."
"Good." He kisses your shoulder. "Because I'm not letting go."
You just lie there together for a little while. His hand keeps moving through your hair, occasionally trailing down to trace your jaw, your collarbone. It's comfortable. Warm. You're already half asleep again when he moves slightly behind you.
"Baby?"
"Mm?"
"Can you roll over? Wanna see your face."
You turn in his arms, and immediately his hand comes up to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, and he's looking at you with that soft expression that makes your heart do stupid things.
"Hi, baby.” he says.
"Hi weirdo.”
"You're so pretty in the morning."
"I haven't even washed my face."
"Don't care." He leans in, kissing you softly. "Still pretty."
You kiss him back, slow and lazy, and his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, holding you close. It's not urgent, it’s just sweet and affectionate. His other hand is on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles through your shirt.
When he pulls back, he's smiling. "Love you."
"Love you too."
"Say it again."
"I love you, you absolute menace."
He grins. "Perfect." Then he's kissing you again, a little deeper this time, and you feel his hand slide up your side.
"Satoru—"
"What?" He's kissing your jaw now, your neck. "I'm just kissing you."
"Your hand is—"
"Also just existing." But his thumb is brushing the underside of your breast now, and you can feel him smiling against your neck.
"You're ridiculous."
"You love it."
"Debatable."
He pulls back to look at you, and there's something almost vulnerable in his expression. "Stay in bed with me? Please?"
"We already texted work—"
"I know, but—" He's playing with the hem of your shirt now, fingers slipping just barely underneath to touch your skin. "I just… I really want you right now. Like, really want you."
"I can tell."
"Can you?" He presses his hips forward slightly, and yeah. You can definitely tell. "Because I'm trying to be patient, but you're making it very difficult."
"I'm not doing anything."
"You're existing. That's enough." He's kissing your collarbone now, and his hand slides higher under your shirt. "You're so soft. How are you so soft?"
"Satoru—"
"And you smell good. Why do you smell so good?" He's practically whining now. "It's not fair."
You can't help but laugh. "Are you seriously complaining about me smelling good?"
"Yes. It's distracting." He bites down gently on your shoulder. "Everything about you is distracting. It's a problem."
"Sounds like a you problem."
"It is a me problem." He lifts his head to look at you, and his hair is even more disheveled than before. "I'm obsessed with you. It's embarrassing."
"Is it?"
"Little bit, yeah." He grins, his thumb brushing your side. "Do you have any idea how ridiculous this is?"
"What?"
"You bring the Satoru Gojo down to his knees."
You blink up at him. “…That's an incredibly narcissistic way to phrase that."
"It is." He nods solemnly. "Also true. Very impressive feat."
You're laughing now, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you again, his hand sliding higher. "But I'm okay with it."
You're about to respond when he kisses you again and it’s deeper this time, and more insistent. His hand finally reaches your breast, cupping it through your shirt, and you gasp into his mouth.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Can I—can I take this off?"
"My shirt?"
"Yeah." He's already tugging at it. "Please?"
"You're so needy."
"I know." He's not even ashamed. "I'm very needy. For you. Always."
You lift your arms, and he pulls your shirt off slowly, his eyes tracking every inch of your newly revealed skin. When he finally gets it over your head, he just stares.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just—" He shakes his head. "You're so fucking beautiful."
"You've said that."
"I'll say it again." His hands are on your ribs now, thumbs stroking your skin. "And again. And again."
"Satoru—"
"I'm serious." He leans down, kissing between your breasts. "I wake up every morning and you're here, and I still can't believe it sometimes."
Your heart flutters. "You're being sappy."
"I'm being honest." He looks up at you, and his face looks so soft and sweet. "Can't help it." He's kissing your breast now, tongue circling your nipple. "You make me sappy."
"Mm—that's—"
"Good?" His hand finds your other breast, his thumb and index finger rolling your nipple. "You like that?"
"Yes—"
"Good." He switches sides, giving your other breast the same attention. "Love the sounds you make. Could listen to them all day."
His hand slides down your stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear, and you feel him smile against your skin.
"These should come off too."
"Should they?"
"Definitely." He hooks his fingers into the fabric. "Can I?"
"So polite all of a sudden."
"I'm always polite." He's kissing down your stomach now. "I'm a gentleman."
"You're really not."
"Rude." But he's grinning, and he's sliding your underwear down slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it's revealed. "I'm extremely gentlemanly."
"You held me hostage five minutes ago."
"See? Gentleman." He's at your hip bones now, and he bites down gently. "A respectful gentleman."
You're laughing again now, and he looks up at you with that insufferable smirk.
"What's so funny?"
"You. You're ridiculous."
"And you love me."
"Unfortunately."
"Unfortunately?" He bites your inner thigh, making you jump. "Take it back."
"Make me."
His eyes flash. "Oh, I will." His hands are on your thighs now, spreading them apart. "I'm gonna make you take back every mean thing you've ever said to me."
"That'll take a while."
"Good thing we have all morning." He settles between your legs, and his breath is warm against your skin. "You're awfully mouthy for someone who called me a gentleman."
"I'm not being—oh—"
He's kissing your inner thigh, slowly and deliberately, and his hands are gripping your legs possessively.
"What was that?" He grins up at you. "Couldn't hear you."
"I hate you."
"No, you don't." He's moving higher now, and you can feel your breath catching. "You love me." He kisses your inner thigh. "That's what matters."
He kisses your other thigh. "Now let me show you how much I love you."
Then his mouth is on you, and any coherent thought becomes impossible.
He takes his time, with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue that make your toes curl. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open, and when you try to close them on instinct, he just pushes them wider.
"Uh-uh," he murmurs against you. "Stay open for me. Wanna see all of you."
"Fuck—"
"That's it." His tongue circles your clit, and you gasp. "Let me hear you."
"Ahh—Satoru—“
His tongue flattens against you, drags up slowly, then flicks at your clit. Your hips buck up. He keeps doing the same motion, but faster this time, and your fingers twist in the sheets.
"Satoru—oh god—"
"You taste so fucking good," he groans, and the vibration makes you whimper. "Could do this all day… Might actually do this all day."
"Please—"
"Please what?" He lifts his head just enough to look at you, and his mouth is wet, his eyes are dark. "Tell me what you need."
"More—I need—"
"I know what you need." He slides two fingers inside you, and curls them up, reaching that spot that makes your legs tingle, and your back arches off the bed. "This?"
"Yes—"
His mouth is back on your clit. His fingers pump in and out, curling on every thrust. You can't think. You can barely breathe.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Come for me, baby. I wanna feel it."
His fingers curl harder. His tongue flicks faster. You start closing your thighs around him, but he holds them open. Your breathing gets ragged, desperate—
Heat floods through you. You cry out his name, your hands tangling in his hair.
He doesn't stop.
His fingers keep moving, gentler now, and his tongue has gone soft but it's still there, still circling, lapping at your entrance. You're shaking, gasping, and you think he's going to pull away.
He doesn't.
"Satoru—wait—I just—"
"I know." He looks up at you. His pupils are dilated, almost completely covering the blue. "Gonna make you come again."
"I can't—"
"Oh, you can." He adds a third finger, stretching you. "You're gonna come on my tongue again, and then I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
"Fuck—"
His mouth is back on you, and this time he's not gentle. He's devouring you, his tongue working your clit while his fingers pump in and out. The sensitivity from your first orgasm makes everything sharper, and you're already climbing toward another one embarrassingly fast.
"That's it," he groans against you. "Feel how wet you are? All for me. You're so good, baby. You're unreal. You're actually gonna be the death of me one day."
His free hand slides up your body, finds your breast and squeezes.
You break.
Your second orgasm hits even harder than the first. You're crying out his name, your whole body shaking, and he's still not stopping.
"Satoru—please—"
He finally pulls back, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as you come down, trembling and gasping.
"Fuck," you breathe.
"Good?" He's grinning, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're so smug."
"I have reason to be." He crawls back up your body, and you can taste yourself when he kisses you. "You're beautiful when you come. Did you know that?"
"You've mentioned it."
"I'll mention it again." His hand slides between your legs, fingers teasing. "And again. And again."
"Satoru—"
"I earned it." His hand slides down your side. "And I'm not done with you yet, baby."
"Of course you're not."
"What can I say?" He's positioning himself between your legs now, and you can feel how hard he is. "I'm obsessed with you. Can't help myself."
He lines himself up, and when he starts to push inside, you gasp. He's so big—you know this—but the stretch is always still so intense.
"Okay?" His voice is strained as he goes slowly, inch by inch.
"Give me a minute—"
He stops, buried halfway, and you can feel him shaking with the effort of holding back for you. "Okay, baby. Take your time."
You breathe through it, adjusting, and after a moment, you whisper, "Okay, you can move."
"Thank god," he groans, pushing all the way in until he's completely buried.
"Fuck, baby—" His voice cracks. "You feel so good."
He starts moving. Slow, controlled thrusts that make you gasp. Then he hooks one of your legs higher, pushing it up toward your chest, and suddenly he's hitting even deeper.
"Satoru—"
"There we go." He's watching your face. "Love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful."
"You're—ah—ridiculous—"
"Ridiculously in love with you, yeah." He thrusts harder, and you cry out. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."
His rhythm picks up, each thrust deliberate and deep, and he's still watching your face like he's memorizing every expression.
"You always take me so well," he groans. "Like you were made for me, baby."
"Maybe I was—oh god—"
"Fuck, yes." His hand finds your other leg, pushing it up too. "Say that again."
"Ahh—Made for you—"
"That's right." His thrusts become harder, more desperate. "All mine, baby. Fuck."
He shifts his hips just slightly, hitting that perfect spot, and you come apart. You're screaming out broken attempts of his name, your whole body shivering uncontrollably.
"Fuck, baby—not yet—"
Before you can even process what's happening, he's pulling out and flipping you over. His hands grip your hips, pulling them up, and you feel him slide a pillow underneath.
"Ass up for me, baby."
You're still shaking from your orgasm, but you do what he asks. His hand slides down your spine slowly and possessively.
"Fuck, look at you." He squeezes your ass, and you hear him groan.
Then he's pushing back inside. The new angle makes you gasp. He's so deep like this, and when he starts moving, each thrust hits that sweet spot inside you. You swear you can feel him in your lungs.
"Satoru—oh god—"
"That's it, baby." His hands grip your hips tight enough to bruise. "So fucking good."
He sets a punishing rhythm. You can feel another orgasm building fast. The sensitivity from your last one makes everything feel like you might actually break apart, and when his hand slides around to your clit, you moan loudly into the mattress, almost screaming.
"You gonna come for me again?" His voice is rough and teasing now. "Can feel how close you are, baby. You're so fucking tight around me."
"Yes—please—"
His fingers circle your clit faster. You're right on the edge, so close—
You break.
You let out a silent scream, your whole body clenching around him. He groans, and it sounds almost pained. His thrusts slow down, getting deeper and more deliberate. He's not chasing anything anymore, he's just feeling the way you're squeezing him.
"Fuck, baby—" His voice breaks, desperate and raw. "You're so fucking tight. Jesus, you're actually gonna be the death of me."
His hips move slower now, almost grinding into you, and you can feel him shaking. He's breathing hard against your back, completely overwhelmed, and then his whole body goes almost rigid before he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his face buried in your neck.
"Fuck," he breathes, and he sounds completely undone. "I love you so much. Fuck—you wreck me, baby."
You both just stay like that for a few minutes, tangled together, breathing hard, his heart pounding against your back.
Then he moves, rolling onto his back next to you, pulling you with him so you're still close. His arm stays wrapped around you, and when you look at him, his eyes are soft and completely open.
You don't think. You just move, climbing into his lap and kissing him, slow and deep and full of all the love and need you feel for him. His hands immediately find your waist, holding you like you're the only thing that matters.
"Come here," he says, and it's almost pleading.
You're already straddling him, and when you sink down onto him, you both groan into each other's mouths.
"That's it, baby," he breathes against your lips. "Just like that. Fuck—"
You start to move, rolling your hips. His head falls back against the pillow. His eyes stay locked on you though, watching every movement.
"God, yes—" He grips your hips tighter. "You feel so fucking good. That's my girl."
"Satoru—"
"I know, baby. I know." He's guiding you faster now, helping you move. "You're doing so good. Taking me so perfectly."
Your thighs are burning, but you don't care. You can feel yourself getting close again.
"That's it," he groans, watching you. "Use me, baby. Please. Take what you need. You know I love it when you do."
"Fuck—Satoru—"
"I know. I can feel it." His hips start moving too, thrusting up to meet you, and the added force makes you cry out. "Come for me, baby. Wanna watch your beautiful face when you fall apart on me."
He's fucking up into you now, hard and fast, and his hand slides between your bodies to find your clit.
You shatter. You're letting out breathy and high pitched moans.
"Fuck, yes—" He's still moving, still thrusting up into you. "So fucking beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this forever, baby."
You're still shivering, still coming down, when you feel his stomach tighten under you.
"Baby—fuck—I'm gonna—"
"Come for me," you whisper. "Please, Satoru."
That's all it takes.
"Fuck—baby—I love you—fuck—" His words are broken and desperate. His hips snap up hard. "So good—you're *so good—*you're mine—"
He grips your hips so tightly it almost hurts, and you feel him pulse inside you as he comes, his whole body shuddering. His head falls forward, forehead pressing against your shoulder, and he's still murmuring against your skin. "Fuck—you're everything, baby—never letting you go—"
You're both breathing hard, shaking, and he's still buried deep inside you. His arms wrap around you, holding you tight against his chest, and you can feel his heart pounding.
"Fuck," he breathes.
"…Yeah." you breathe.
He laughs weakly, and when he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes are hazy and that breathtaking sky blue again. "That was—I don't even have words."
"Mhmm." you mumble.
He's kissing your face now—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips. "Seriously, what am I supposed to do with you?"
"Satoru—"
His hands are running over your skin, like he can't bear to stop touching you. " You're the only one that gets me like this."
"You're being sappy again."
He pulls you closer, tucking you against his chest. "Only for you, baby. Only ever for you."
"I love you too," you say softly.
He's quiet, just holding you, his fingers tracing patterns on your back for a while.
"We should probably shower," you murmur eventually.
"Later." His grip tightens. "Right now I just wanna hold you."
"Clingy."
"Yep." He doesn't even sound ashamed. "You're stuck with me now. Forever. Hope you're ready for that."
"I think I can handle 'the Satoru Gojo'" you say laughing.
"Good." He kisses the top of your head. "Because I'm never letting you go."
"Sounds like a threat."
"Mmm."
And you lie there in his arms, the morning sun streaming through the window, his hands still moving over your skin in gentle swirling patterns, and yeah— forever sounds pretty fucking good.
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alr fuck it aizawa blurb - hopefully this gives him
he was going on a mission and you couldn’t handle him being gone that long so you ordered yourself some stuff to keep you preoccupied. normal stuff like new clothes to try on, sets of nails, a new dildo. regular stuff.
aizawa didn’t think so when he opened the package before you could. which is why you’re tied to the bed and he’s plunging your cute new pink dildo in and out of your messy pussy as you cry at him.
“sh- shota! you’re gonna- nghh! be gone for a week!”
“four days.” he slams it into you and grinds the silicon around.
“mnghhh!” your hips buck when he thumbs at your puffy clit.
he stares up at you as you fall apart around the toy again, leaving the creamy ring that you’re only supposed to leave around him. he pulls it out and have you flipped over instantly and you hear the loud crack! before you feel the sting on your ass.
he spanks you, rolling his eyes as he watches you drop down your legs. you always enjoy your punishments. his scarf tightens and holds your wrists down and he slams the dildo back into you, fucking you so slowly as he keeps spanking you. your knees are trembling with each smack and when your knees gives out he starts pounding the toy back into you.
“shota- i’m! nghh! pleaseplease! shota i’m gonna- aghh!” your thighs shake as you cum again and he doesn’t let up.
“next time you wanna buy something like this we’ll go to the store and pick out one together.” he pulls the dildo out of you and replaces it with his cock. “think that you is gonna replace me?” he leans over you.
“nnno! couldn’t!” you sputter.
“didn’t think so.” he lifts back up and fucks you until you’re boneless.
Thinking about your best friend, Bakugou, and you sitting on his couch after a long day of patrol. You’re both utterly exhausted but starving. You end up ordering Chinese food and just rambling about whatever comes to mind.
Eventually, you start talking to Katsuki about your recent date, mentioning how nice the dinner was but how terrible the sex turned out to be. You confess that you had to fake your orgasm and quietly slip away while the guy was asleep.
Katsuki, who has been completely silent during the entire ordeal, looks at you with no judgment, only hunger. You don’t notice the shift until he finally speaks.
“I can make you cum.”
“What?” Your eyes widen. Had you heard him wrong?
He puts his food down on the coffee table and moves closer, cupping your cheeks. “Let me help you out.” Your eyes become hooded as you look down at his lips. He takes his thumb and rubs it slowly across your bottom lip. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” he asks in a raspy tone.
So that’s how you end up taking it from the back right there on the living room furniture, feeling insane pleasure from your best friend. You hadn’t realized how experienced he actually was, because he is truly rocking your world. His dick is so deep in your guts you didn’t think it was physically possible for him to reach certain places. It’s making you go crazy, and he can sense you losing your sanity, which only motivates him to pump harder to make you break.
“F-fuck, Suki!” you wail out as Katsuki smacks your ass.
Katsuki looks down and spits right where you’re both connected. “Yeah? You’re taking my dick so well, baby. Fucking pussy was made for me,” he says in a dominant, condescending tone.
“Harder, baby, please, fuck, make me feel it,” your whiny tone drives him completely insane, encouraging him to drive into you with everything he has.
Your eyes start to fill with tears as he continuously hits your g-spot. You try to inch away from him, but you make absolutely no progress. Katsuki notices, chuckling darkly through his nose as he presses your face down into the couch cushions. “Nah, don’t run. You better take it. ’S what you wanted, right? You wanted your best friend all in your guts, huh, baby?”
Your walls clench tightly around him as a response.
“Yeah, Suki’s good girl,” he growls. He grips your hair, lifting your head up and pulling you back against his chest so you're looking up at him. “Open your mouth.”
Of course you obey. He spits directly into your mouth, a wet glob sliding down your throat. He tells you to swallow, and you swallow the whole thing while maintaining intense eye contact with him. You even stick out your tongue, wanting more, prompting him to lean down and tongue-fuck you with his mouth.
The pressure in your stomach is building up hard and fast, and you know the peak is coming. You pull away from the kiss and lean your head back down against the cushions. “Su, I’m close. I’m gonna cum, baby,” you warn him.
Without warning, he pulls completely out of you and flips you flat onto your back.
“H-huh? What are you—”
You get cut off instantly as his dick enters you again from the front. Katsuki holds your cheeks together, smushing them in his hand. His lustful eyes stare deep into yours. “Don’t look away from me. I wanna see you cum on this dick.”
Without breaking eye contact, he speeds up his movements, slamming into you while rubbing your clit at a fast, punishing pace. You are about to lose your mind.
“Fuck, I’m cumming, don’t stop! Don’t stop, oh my god!” Your mouth falls into a silent scream as you feel yourself completely unravel. This is the hardest you have ever come in your life.
Watching you ride out your orgasm pushes Katsuki right over his own edge. Before you know it, you feel his warm seed filling you deep inside. Thank god you're on the pill.
He slowly slips out of you and collapses right beside you on the couch. Silence fills the room for a while as you both catch your breath, with Bakugou being the one to finally break it.
“alright i’m gonna go pick up the food.” the front door shuts behind your brother and sero is on you the next second.
sero smashes his mouth to yours, tugging you against him and lifting you up. he sets you on the counter, quickly pushing up your shirt and groaning when he sees the same bunny panties from last night.
“still creamy?” he locks eyes with you as he dips down.
“mhm.” you nod, chest heaving.
“lemme clean you up.” he presses a kiss to your thigh.
he pulls down your panties and shoves them in his pocket, before you can say anything he’s gliding his tongue through your folds. you grip onto the counter when he taps your clit with his tongue, hips jerking closer to his face. he chuckles into your heat and sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth.
“sero!” one of your hands flies to his hair and tugs.
he groans into you, licking his way down your pussy and pushing his tongue into you. your hips rock onto his face, riding his tongue desperately, gasping when his fingers dig harder into your hips. he rocks you faster against his face, moaning into you and sending the vibrations throughout your body.
“hah- hanta!” you yank his hair.
he pulls back with a loud smack and swollen lips. “sayin my name like that is gonna get you fucked.”
“please!” you cant your hips up, spreading your thighs even more.
he lets out a breathily laugh and pushes down his sweats, cock red and leaking. he slides through your folds, pushing his tip in just to pop it back out. you whine at him, shimmying your hips to try and catch his tip. he slides into you in one motion, stealing your breath as he stretches you open.
he rolls his hips, grinding into you before you feel the drag of him pulling out and then he’s pounding into you. “don’t got time.” he pants, hips snapping into yours. he pushes up your shirt, eyes getting heavier as he watches your tits jiggle with each of his thrusts. he reaches up and kneads the plush, fingers digging in roughly.
“hanta, feels s’good.” you reach out for him and suddenly your hands are taped to the counter at your side.
his hips falter when he feels you clamp down around him. “yeah? like being tied up?”
“gonna- nghh! gonna cum!” your toes curl.
“go ahead.” he pants. “gotta- hah! gotta hurry.” his abs are flexing. he fucks you faster, harder. “like sluttin yourself out on my dick while your brother gets us breakfast?”
“mmm!!” your legs shake. “hanta i- ! i’m gonna- aghh!” your orgasm tears through you.
“good fuckin girl.” his pace becomes erratic.
he’s rutting into, grunting, hair stuck to his forehead while he grips your hips. his hips stop when the first wave of pleasure takes over him. he fills you with sticky ropes until he’s leaned over you panting and coming down.
“fuck.” he presses a kiss to the side of your mouth. “let’s get you cleaned up.” he pulls out slowly.
(Reposted because last one got deleted on accident!)
word count: 2k+
What to expect: Aged up!Denki, Aged up!Sero, Female!Reader, Major smut, p in v, mouth covering, rough love, trying to be quiet.
yall this is my first ever, pls be nice. ^0^
The living room was a mess of tangled blankets, empty snack bags, and the soft sounds of breathing. Movie night with the Bakusquad had wound down an hour ago, and now most of them were sprawled across the floor in various states of sleep. Bakugo was somehow still scowling even in his sleep, Kirishima was snoring softly against his shoulder, and Mina had claimed the entire couch for herself.
You shifted in your sleeping bag, hyper-aware of the heat pooling low in your belly. It had been building all evening—something about the casual intimacy of the sleepover, the way Denki's hand had brushed yours when passing the popcorn, how Sero's lazy grin had lingered on you just a bit too long. Now, with everyone asleep and the apartment quiet, that simmering want had become impossible to ignore.
You needed to do something about it.
Carefully extracting yourself from your sleeping bag, you padded across the darkened room toward the bathroom. Your heart hammered as you stepped over Denki's outstretched arm, past where Sero lay with one hand behind his head. Neither stirred. Good.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind you, and you let out a shaky breath. The small space felt like a sanctuary—private, yours. You leaned back against the counter, your sleep shorts suddenly feeling too tight, too restrictive. Your body was thrumming with need, skin oversensitive to every touch.
Fuck it.
You hoisted yourself onto the counter, the cool surface against your thighs making you gasp softly. Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers finding the damp heat between your legs. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you touched yourself, finally giving in to what you'd been craving all night.
Your head fell back against the mirror as you worked yourself with practiced fingers, circling your clit in slow, deliberate strokes. The pleasure built gradually, warmly, and you bit your lip to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out. But god, it felt so good, and soon you were breathing harder, small gasps and sighs escaping despite your best efforts.
You were so lost in sensation that you didn't hear the bathroom door open.
"Well, well. What do we have here?"
Your eyes flew open to find Denki and Sero standing in the doorway, both very much awake. Denki's golden eyes were dark with interest, a slow grin spreading across his face. Sero leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that signature lazy smirk playing at his lips.
"Guys!" You tried to pull your hand away, face burning with embarrassment, but Denki was already closing the distance.
"Don't stop on our account," he said, voice low and teasing. He stepped between your legs, hands coming to rest on your thighs. "We heard you from out there. You weren't exactly being quiet, babe."
"Thought you might need some help," Sero added, shutting and locking the door behind them. The soft click sent a thrill down your spine.
Your breath caught as Denki's fingers traced up your inner thigh, electricity crackling faintly across his fingertips—not enough to shock, just enough to make your skin tingle. "What do you say? Want us to help you out?"
You should say no. Should tell them to leave. But the way they were looking at you, the heat in their gazes, the promise of their touches—your body made the decision for you.
"Yes," you breathed.
Denki's grin turned wicked. "That's our girl."
He hooked his fingers into your shorts and panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion. You lifted your hips to help, and suddenly you were bare before them, exposed and wanting. Sero moved to your side, his hand sliding up your shirt to cup your breast through your bra.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Sero murmured against your ear, his breath hot on your skin. His thumb brushed over your nipple, and you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped.
"Shh," Denki warned, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw. "Gotta keep quiet, remember? Can't have the others hearing what a needy little thing you are."
You nodded, but when Denki's fingers finally touched your pussy—sliding through your wetness with a groan of appreciation—you gasped loudly.
Sero's hand immediately covered your mouth, palm pressed firmly against your lips. "Quiet," he reminded you, his other hand still working your breast. "Unless you want Bakugo to wake up and blow this whole bathroom to pieces."
The thought should have been sobering, but instead it only heightened your arousal. The danger of it, the secrecy, the way you had to stay silent while they touched you—it was intoxicating.
Denki slid two fingers inside you, and your moan was muffled against Sero's palm. "So wet already," Denki praised, pumping his fingers slowly. "Were you thinking about us? Is that why you snuck off?"
You couldn't answer with Sero's hand over your mouth, but your eyes must have given you away because both boys chuckled darkly.
"She was," Sero confirmed, reading your expression. His hand left your breast to slide down your body, finding your clit while Denki continued to finger you. The dual sensation made your hips buck, and you whimpered against his palm.
"That's it," Denki encouraged, his free hand gripping your thigh to hold you open. "Take it. Take what you need."
They worked you in tandem—Denki's fingers curling inside you to hit that perfect spot while Sero's circled your clit with just the right pressure. Your hands clutched at them desperately, one fisting in Denki's shirt, the other gripping Sero's arm. The pleasure built rapidly, your body coiling tighter and tighter.
When you came, it was with a muffled cry against Sero's palm, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through you. They didn't stop, working you through it until you were trembling and oversensitive.
"Good girl," Sero praised, finally removing his hand from your mouth. You gasped for air, chest heaving.
But they weren't done with you.
Denki pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with an appreciative hum. "Delicious. But I want more."
He dropped to his knees, and before you could process what was happening, his mouth was on you. Your hand flew to your own mouth to muffle your cry as his tongue dragged through your folds, lapping at your sensitive flesh.
Sero's hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. He kissed and sucked at your neck, definitely leaving marks, while his other hand returned to your breast. "You taste good, baby?" he asked Denki.
"Fucking incredible," Denki mumbled against your pussy, the vibration making you shudder. His tongue circled your clit before sucking it between his lips, and your thighs tried to close around his head. Sero's hand shot down to hold one open while Denki gripped the other.
"Stay open for him," Sero commanded. "Let him eat that pretty pussy."
The filthy words combined with Denki's enthusiastic mouth had you climbing toward another orgasm embarrassingly fast. When Denki slid two fingers back inside you while sucking your clit, you couldn't hold back the loud moan.
Sero's hand clamped over your mouth again, this time from behind, his arm wrapping around to hold you against his chest. "What did we say about being quiet?" he scolded, but his voice was thick with arousal. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your back through his sweatpants.
Denki added a third finger, stretching you, and you sobbed against Sero's palm. The pleasure was almost too much, overwhelming in its intensity. When your second orgasm hit, it was even stronger than the first, your body convulsing as Denki worked you through it with his mouth and fingers.
"Fuck, I need to be inside you," Denki groaned, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was straining against his pants, and he quickly shoved them down.
"Condom?" Sero asked, ever practical even in the heat of the moment.
"Wallet," Denki managed, fishing it out and retrieving a foil packet. He rolled it on with shaking hands, and then he was lining himself up with your entrance.
He pushed in slowly, and even prepared as you were, the stretch made you gasp. Sero's hand stayed over your mouth as Denki bottomed out, both of you breathing hard.
"So fucking tight," Denki groaned. "So perfect."
He started to move, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper. Each stroke hit something devastating inside you, and you couldn't stop the whimpers and moans that Sero's hand muffled. Your hands gripped the counter edge, knuckles white.
"My turn to taste," Sero said, and suddenly his fingers were at your lips. You opened obediently, sucking two of his fingers into your mouth. "That's it. Keep that pretty mouth busy."
Denki's pace increased, his hips snapping against yours. One of his hands found your clit again, rubbing tight circles that had you seeing stars. The bathroom was filled with the wet sounds of sex, Denki's harsh breathing, and your muffled moans around Sero's fingers.
"Gonna come," Denki warned, his rhythm faltering. "Fuck, gonna—"
He buried himself deep with a strangled groan, his body shuddering as he came. The feeling of him pulsing inside you, combined with his fingers on your clit, pushed you over the edge one more time. You bit down on Sero's fingers as you came, your pussy clenching around Denki's cock.
Denki pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom and tucking himself away. But Sero was already taking his place, his own cock freed from his pants.
"Think you can take one more?" Sero asked, his tip teasing your entrance. You were oversensitive, almost too much, but you nodded anyway.
Sero pushed in with one smooth thrust, and you cried out. Denki's hand immediately covered your mouth this time, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady.
"Shh, baby," Denki cooed. "One more. You can take one more for us, can't you?"
Sero set a slower pace than Denki had, deep and deliberate, each thrust making your toes curl. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, and you loved it.
"So good," Sero praised. "Taking us so well. Such a good girl for us."
The praise combined with the fullness, the slight edge of overstimulation—it was perfect. Denki's free hand played with your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple, while Sero's cock dragged against your walls with delicious friction.
"Touch yourself," Sero commanded. "Want to feel you come on my cock."
Your hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit. The touch was almost too much, but you circled it anyway, chasing one final orgasm.
"That's it," Denki encouraged against your ear. "Come for us one more time. Show us how good we make you feel."
It built slower this time, a deep rolling wave rather than a sharp peak. When it finally crested, it seemed to go on forever, your body clenching rhythmically around Sero as pleasure washed through you in pulses.
"Fuck, yes," Sero groaned, and then he was coming too, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep.
For a long moment, the three of you stayed frozen, breathing hard, bodies pressed together. Then slowly, carefully, you began to separate.
Sero disposed of his condom while Denki helped you down from the counter on shaky legs. They helped you clean up, gentle and attentive, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders and neck.
"You okay?" Denki asked softly, cupping your face.
You nodded, unable to stop the satisfied smile spreading across your face. "More than okay."
"Good," Sero said, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Because that was fucking incredible."
You all dressed quickly, making sure you looked presentable. Denki finger-combed your hair while Sero wiped away the smudged mascara under your eyes. When you were all satisfied that you looked normal—or as normal as possible—Sero unlocked the door.
The living room was exactly as you'd left it. Everyone still sleeping, oblivious. You crept back to your sleeping bag, heart still racing, body still humming with satisfaction.
Denki and Sero returned to their spots, and within minutes, they were both feigning sleep. You lay in your sleeping bag, staring at the ceiling, a secret smile on your lips.
Tomorrow morning, you'd all wake up and pretend nothing had happened. You'd eat breakfast with the squad, laugh at Bakugo's grumbling, and act completely normal.
But you'd know. And they'd know. And every knowing glance, every secret smile, would be a delicious reminder of what you'd shared in those quiet hours.
summary: when you’re unable to sleep for the third night in a row, katsuki notices— and takes matters into his own hands.
( OR: your boyfriend fucks you to sleep. )
content: comfort / fluff + SMUT - mdni ! pro-hero!bkg. established relationship. domestic intimacy. implied insomniac!reader — can be read as simply having issues with sleep. some banter. clear consent. soft kissing. slight marking / hickeys. pet names (baby). breast play. spit (on ur clit). dedicated pussy eating. fingering. self doubt/insecurity + praise/reassurance. finger sucking. missionary to mating press. "i love you" during sex. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. cum eating. aftercare. emotional & soft smut with feelings, bkg is very much in love !!! and he doesn’t cum but he dgaf this is abt u. quite some built up before the smut lmao. wc: 6.2k.
note: thinking back to the days i would literally Not Sleep 🚬🚬 also this to me is veery soft dom bkg i like dat ^_^
masterlist. | fic based on this request ! ( thank u anon!! )
The glow of your phone was soft against the tired lines of your face. You scrolled through your feed mindlessly, dry eyes fixed onto the screen, barely lingering on anything for longer than a few seconds.
Dull frustration sat heavy under your skin.
You couldn’t sleep. Again. And it wasn't for a lack of trying.
You'd taken the medicine, made your attempts— many attempts. Setting your phone down, squeezing your eyes shut, wishing desperately for a soft, peaceful slumber to come find you.
But it never did.
So, you did what you had done the two nights before this: distracted yourself. Doomscrolled well into the hours of the early morning, when the faint, first rays of the sun filtered through your curtains and you could finally get up and not have to pretend anymore.
It was all you could do, really.
Your weighted gaze dragged over to the time in the top right corner. The bold numbers 3:24 stared back at you like a taunt. You exhaled quietly, temples throbbing.
You should stop.
You should’ve stopped hours ago.
But before you could berate yourself any further, a high-pitched squeak tore through the stillness of the room.
You clutched your phone over your chest in an instant breath caught dead in your throat as the mattress creaked. Your pulse hammered in your ears as the sheets rustled behind you, a tell-tale sign of your boyfriend shifting in his sleep.
With a grunt, Katsuki threw a heavy arm over your waist, turning so that his bare chest was pressed up against your back. The warmth from his skin seeped in through your shirt. He was all encompassing, enveloping you in his dizzying heat.
Swallowing, you prayed silently that you hadn't woken him.
He let out a sigh, the soft sound muffled into the nape of your neck.
You remained as still as you could, fighting to not squirm.
A beat passed, then another.
Your insides melted with quiet relief when he didn't stir, when the rise and fall of his lungs fell in sync with yours— his body giving no indication that he was awake.
With a quiet breath you picked up your phone again, going back to what you what had busied yourself with before he chose to get all cuddly. But when the brightness of the screen decided to assault you, your heart dropped to your stomach, that relief dying in an instant.
You grimaced at the light, fumbling to quickly get it back down to the lowest setting. It had been all the way down this whole time! You must've misclicked, or—
"You're a shitty fuckin' actor."
You could've swore your soul left your fucking body at the gravelly voice against your ear.
"What the fu—"
You didn't get a chance to finish. Katsuki was already reaching over you, guiding your hand with his to set your phone facedown on your nightstand before bringing it back over your middle, rough palm holding your hand over your stomach.
Your shoulders were wound tight as he spoke; voice tired, gruff as always. But, strangely, he sounded calm.
"Third night in a row. You're not sleeping right."
It was less of an accusation, more of a statement.
He gave it to you plainly, straight and simple. But you thought you had been discreet, the mere feeling of being caught was enough to have you opening your mouth, readying your defense, but his next words had it snapping back shut.
"And don't you fucking lie to me 'bout it."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, running over how you could possibly explain yourself without sounding pathetic.
The last few nights had been much the same: restless, spent tossing and turning.
Even when you did manage to fall asleep on the first try, you'd wake up at odd hours, left to stare at the ceiling with burning eyes, unable to quiet your mind, which was simultaneously ever-racing and absolutely empty.
When you thought about it too long, the corners of your eyes pricked. A quiet, defeated ache twisted in your chest.
You didn't want to cry, not over something so menial, so stupid. Not now, not with him watching— expecting an answer from you.
You swallowed back the lump building up in your throat, feeling the slow brush of his thumb over your knuckles.
"Not sleepy."
It came out tight, quiet. Like you were afraid that if you spoke too loud, your fragile attempt at keeping all of that built up frustration inside would fall apart.
You wanted him to give it up, let you be for once. But Katsuki Bakugou was nothing if not stubborn.
With a rumbling sigh, he rolled you onto your back, reaching an arm over you to pull at the chain of your bedside lamp.
You groaned at the sudden light washing over your bedroom, tugging your blanket up over the bottom half of your face as if it could protect you.
Annoyed, you zeroed your squinted eyes onto him, but that angry furrow between your brows weakened as you took in the image of him propped up on one elbow to look down at you.
The warm, honeyed lamp-light caught the ends of his mess of blond hair. It was unrulier than usual, sticking up in odd directions from sleep.
He was still tired— blinking slowly, as if his eyelids were too heavy. The usual harsh lines of his face looked almost uncharacteristically soft, but his gaze was weighted with something unspoken.
Guilt twisted inside your chest.
He was awake because of you. On a work night.
You looked away when he finally spoke up again.
"It's 3 AM. Don't bullshit with me."
"I'm not bullshitting, Katsuki," you reasoned, wishing you could just sink back into the mattress and not have to deal with this. "I'm… this just happens sometimes. Go back to sleep."
You tried to turn your head the other way, but he caught you by the cheek, pushed your face towards him with a firm hand to make you look at him again.
His jaw was clenched tight as he focused in on your face, took in your sunken eyes, the quiet exhaustion dampening your expression.
You knew he hated when you got like this, all dismissive and stubborn, a mirror of him.
"Don't do that shit." He bit out, his brand of harsh concern. "Not with me."
"I'm not doing anyth—"
"Don't be a fuckin' hard ass, alright? Talk."
"I can't sleep! Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can't fucking sleep? I just can't! I close my eyes, I try... but I can't! And it's—"
You came to a stop the moment you realized the increasing volume of your voice. You reeled back into yourself, embarrassed of your own outburst.
Turning from his hold, you opted to look up at the ceiling, dragging a hand down your face with a deep, shaky sigh.
"Sorry," you murmured. "This is so stupid. But seriously, I'm good."
You didn't spare him a look before turning your back to him with finality, knowing that if you met his eyes — so focused on you, attentive as ever — it would all come pouring over.
Your throat was tight as you spoke. You hoped he couldn’t tell.
"Sleep, Katsuki. It's late. Don't wanna keep you up, too."
Just when you thought he would give it up, let you deal with this miserable situation by yourself like you always did, he shifted— sat up, pulled back your blanket off of you with a single, harsh tug.
You groaned at the lost warmth, looking at him confused.
"Kats—?!"
He cut you off.
"You tried everything, huh?"
Something about the way he said it — rough and challenging — made your heart spike. He was up to something, but what? You were too exhausted to figure it out, so you offered him a weak answer.
"…Yes?"
"Right."
With one swift motion, he pushed your thighs apart. The outline of his broad shoulders rose from between your legs, thick biceps flexing as he brought your thighs around his waist.
Your legs tightened around him on instinct, bringing him closer as he hovered over you, supporting himself with two steady arms at your side.
You blinked up at him, wondering if he could feel the flustered heat radiating off of your face from being this close.
"W-What're you doing?"
"Helping."
When you continued to just blink back at him at that lackluster answer, a single brow raising slowly, he elaborated with a soft grunt.
"Said you're not sleepy, yeah?"
"… Yeah?"
"Cumming makes you sleepy." all blunt, matter of fact.
Your brows twisted.
"What?" The heat burning your cheeks crawled up to the tips of your ears as your eyes widened incredulously.
It was in his nature to say things as they were, crude and direct, but it still caught you off guard at times, especially over something like this. For someone who got flustered fairly easily, he sure had his moments.
"C'mon. Don't tell me you don't know it." His palm smoothed over your inner thigh, the rough callouses and scars familiar, warm against your soft skin. Careful in a way only you got to see. "Every time we fuck you're out like a light."
"Oh."
"Yeah." he murmured, a little smug. "Tried that?"
You shot him a look. "Obviously not, asshole."
He only chuckled softly, tilting your face up to meet his, kissing the glare right off of your face. His lips moved against yours, slow and intentional.
A soft warmth bloomed behind your ribs as you kissed him back tiredly, letting his movements guide you.
You brought careful hands to rest over his muscled chest, palms slowly sliding up, fingers brushing over the raised, jagged skin of the scar over his heart.
You wrapped your arms around his neck lazily, uncaring that they felt like lead, just wanting him closer to you as your fists curled into the soft hair at his nape.
He pulled back barely an inch, breathing a question against your lips, "You wanna try that?" before kissing you again.
Your brows creased, any semblance of an answer faded into a soft moan against him.
"C'mon, baby," he murmured, pulling back properly this time to kiss up your throat, mouth lingering against your skin.
Baby. He was calling you baby. Because he knew you loved it, knew it turned you to mush— hearing him, always so crude and unapologetic about it, refer to you so sweetly.
A shaky sigh slipped past you as he brought a large hand to the back of your neck, curving it toward him. His kisses turned to gently sucking soft marks and you shuddered, fighting a whine.
"Quit bein' difficult." he huffed, breathe hot against you. "Lemme take care of it."
He brought his face back to watch you like a hound, waiting for your confirmation.
Amidst catching your breath, you contemplated, pursing your lips in thought.
"I… I mean, it doesn't hurt to try?"
It was true, you hadn't tried this 'method' to sleep and part of you was curious whether it would work or not.
But, again, it was a work night, so despite your desperation and exhaustion, you knew that this whole ordeal would get in the way of and the strict schedule Katsuki kept to optimize his health and performance.
He ate well, took part in rigid physical training; mandatory for the powerhouse of a man that stood at number 5 in the pro-hero rankings.
Like clockwork, he woke up at 6 AM, went out there and worked himself to the bone, put his body on the line, and unless the circumstances were dire (either he couldn’t sleep because of dreams of the past or he had missions that demanded later hours) he turned into bed at 8 PM sharp without fail.
From all the years of knowing, you knew that Katsuki was particular about his habits.
But amidst your guilt, you were forgetting that he was also particular about you.
You had wormed into his heart, became something of an exception for him in many regards. But you couldn't see that now, not with worry and weariness eating away inside you.
Your half-lidded eyes searched his, a soft crease forming between your brows as you looked up at him.
"... Do you want to, though? I don't wanna keep you up, or… or like make you do thi—"
He cut you off with a scoff, cocking his head in disbelief as if that was possibly the stupidest thing you could have said to him.
"Don't be an idiot, alright?" he pushed closer, nose brushing yours. "If that's the shit you're worryin' about, don't."
His eyes darted down to your mouth, watching as you chewed on your bottom lip, voice lower; softer.
"Always fuckin' 'want to'."
You took in his words, blinking back the small sting in the corners of your eyes.
Katsuki didn't do pity, never did anything he didn't want to. And right now, he had nothing but undeniable want written all over his face.
There was something ravenous behind those irises, that fiery red sharp and determined in a way that had your stomach flipping.
"Okay," you decided with a slow nod, a small smile settling over your face. "We can try."
A self-satisfied smirk stretched across his face before he nodded back, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to peck your lips. His hands found your waist, sliding up your sides as he deepened the kiss.
You gasped slightly as they wandered up under your shirt, rough hands smoothing over the curve of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms— giving them a firm, testing squeeze.
He kept your mouth parted with his, slipping his tongue against yours in a careful rhythm.
You made a muffled sound against his mouth when his thumbs brushed over your nipples, back arching just enough to tell him you wanted more.
Katsuki pulled back, the small string of saliva between your lips breaking as he began to lift up the fabric of your shirt.
"Arms up."
You complied, raising your arms over your head.
Those blazing eyes were narrowed, a subtle furrow forming between his brows— you always thought he looked gorgeous when he was focused, and being the center of that unwavering attention always had your mind spinning.
With a final tug, he pulled your shirt off, watching as your nipples hardened, exposed to the chill of your room.
His eyes locked with yours as he leaned down, pressed a wet kiss to your chest.
Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist as he cupped both your breasts with his hands, took his time pecking around the soft flesh. It was only when you huffed quietly that he chuckled, giving you a long, slow lick over your nipple.
He ran his thumb back and forth over the other, pinching the taut peak between his index and thumb as he sucked one into his mouth, the subtle scrape of his teeth drawing out a small, strangled sound from you as he nipped at your chest.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him in place.
An involuntary whine slipped past you when he pulled back from your chest with a soft pop, his hot mouth switching to the other, the whole process repeating until you were breathless— gasping incoherent strings of what vaguely sounded like his name, nails raking down the expanse of his broad upper back.
He drew back at last, taking in the picture of you; soft lips parted as you panted, a glistening sheen over your chest, dazed eyes blinking up at him— silently asking for more as they darted between his face and the obvious clothed bulge pressing against your core.
You thought he’d get straight to it, tug down his boxers and give you what he knew you wanted, but it seemed he had a different idea.
Pulling back between your legs, he lowered himself to your heat slowly, peppering sloppy kisses from your calf down to your inner thighs. When he finally pressed his lips right over your clothed clit, you groaned softly, head sinking back into your pillow.
His tongue peeked out to give your clit a little lick over your panties; warm and slow and wet.
You whimpered, thighs instinctively tightening around his head as you sighed out his name, wanting to melt.
"Katsuki…"
"You're always so pretty, y'know that?" he breathed out before kissing you over the cotton again, watching the damp spot grow darker under the soft amber lamp-light. "Shit drives me fucking crazy."
You drew in a shaky breath, ears burning.
You weren't exactly what you'd call pretty, right now. Your hair was very likely a mess, eyes red and heavy. And up until he had taken it off, all you had on was an old oversized shirt that had seen better days. Your panties weren’t much better; plain, save for the small bow at the center.
But the way he said it still made your heart flutter— as if, despite all of that, you were pretty to him.
You couldn’t gauge how your body looked, what he could see of you, and you were too tired to try and figure it out. But the uncertainty was enough to have you breathing out a small scoff.
"Don't just say that."
The corner of his lip curled back like you had just offended him to the highest degree.
"Y'know I never just say shit." he barked back.
Maybe you had, in a way. Because he really, really didn't. He never said anything he didn't mean when it mattered, especially not to you.
You bit your lip as his finger hooked under the hem of your underwear, his eyes asking you a silent question.
You nodded slowly, lifting your hips for him. He moved swiftly, slipping off the last piece of fabric shielding you from him.
He stared down at your bare heat shamelessly. Drank in how your wetness glistened under the soft light, the way your legs twitched slightly as if you were fighting the instinct to close them at his intense, unwavering gaze.
He traced a line down your slit with just a finger, relishing the small sound that drew out of you. His gaze met yours as he parted your folds with two fingers and leaned down, mouth hovering right over your pulsing core.
You watched with shallow breaths, eyes locked with his as he gathered spit in his mouth, letting a hot glob drop slowly onto your pussy. You groaned when he dragged the flat of his tongue over your clit, mixing it with your arousal.
He moaned into you, "Taste so fuckin' good…"
His tongue drew circles around your sensitive nub; so diligent, so thorough.
Like with everything, he gave it his all, didn't quit until he was satisfied. His method tonight was torturous, a slow pace that dragged out each sensation almost unbearably to ease you into that blissed out haze that'd surely knock you out.
He'd barely gotten started, and you were already panting, mind slowly slipping into that pleasure-drunk state.
Your fists curled around the sheets when he sucked your clit softly just to hear your breathy whines, smiling against you as you keened.
Katsuki Bakugou was known for his mouth. Snappy, explosive, unforgiving. It was what had drawn you to him in the first place, how he never held back.
But this mouth was the one only you got to know. Still relentless, unyielding, just a little mean— but it felt like devotion when he lapped at your leaking mess, fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you in place as you squirmed.
You reached a hand down, let your fingers card through his soft hair before giving it a small tug. That earned you a groan, the deep rumble muffled against your dripping heat.
He licked a long stripe up your slit— wet, sloppy. Piercing eyes watching your face as he found your entrance, fucked you with his tongue before replacing it with two thick fingers, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing them in.
You groaned as he worked you up to the stretch, pushed them in knuckle deep.
Savoring the stuttering rise and fall of your chest, he slowly started to pump them in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut, head sinking back into your pillow as his fingers filled you up, curling against that familiar spot— a slow, deep pleasure building each time he hit it just right.
You wanted to cave, melt, maybe sob.
You were so close— you could feel it… just a little more…
But… there was this feeling sitting heavy in your chest, winding up tight around your heart.
You made a noticeable attempt to keep your sounds down as your mind began to race again, your focus drifting away from him as a question resounded your head— you should've already finished by now, right?
Katsuki was doing everything right, touching you perfectly, like he always did. He should be done dealing with you. But you hadn't finished yet, he was still going at it.
Your lower lip trembled. Maybe you were too tired, too caught up in your own exhaustion to cum. Whatever it was, something was holding you back. And If you really couldn't finish, then this would all be pointless, wouldn't it? You'd have wasted both of your time for nothing.
Before the worry could fully cloud your head, Katsuki gave your thigh a firm pat.
You looked down with a start; eyes half-lidded, unfocused.
"There you are." He muttered. "Eyes on me, got it? Hell’s the matter?"
Even when he was concerned, his brashness clung to him.
His care was rough around the edges, imperfect, but it was all his intent. He wanted to be careful with you, you could see it in his eyes, how they were just focused and just soft enough for you to detect.
Even if he didn't know exactly how to do it just right, he tried. Because you mattered. You meant something to him.
He lifted his face just enough for you to know you had his attention, stilled his movements and gave your thigh a small squeeze, a silent prompt to tell him what was wrong.
You couldn't look away if you wanted to, even as you felt your eyes sting— not when he was looking at you like that.
You gnawed at your bottom lip; embarrassed, ashamed.
"I can't."
He raised a brow. "Can't what?"
You let out an exasperated breath.
"Can't… can’t cum. I can't, feel like— I dunno, something's wrong with me, Katsuki, I'm—"
"Get outta your head." he cut off your babbling sharply. You whimpered when he started moving his fingers again, tongue coming down to drag over your clit at the same time. "Nothing's fuckin' wrong with you. I know you can."
His unshaken confidence in you was enough to draw out a soft groan, but his mouth and fingers working in tandem to build up that tightening warmth inside you again was what had your back arching off the bed, eyes screwing shut as the pressure above your belly wound tighter and tighter.
That heaviness in your shoulders slowly melted as he picked up the pace, the worry and doubt wrapped tight in your chest loosened and faded steadily, the sweet promise of eventual euphoria taking over your senses.
Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lungs as you brokenly mumbled his name, bucking your hips against his mouth, squeezing around his head with your legs. Your hands found his hair again, pulling without a care as he nearly doubled his efforts.
With a choked out sob, you finally came, the fingers curled in his hair tightening just a bit more one last time before going lax.
You could feel him smiling against your core as you came down; proud, a little cocky, but above all, happy to be lost in the taste of you.
He kissed you through it, mouth unrelenting against your pussy even as your thighs spasmed and trembled, working you down from your orgasm.
With a final kiss over your clit, he finally pulled back, wiping the mixture of his saliva and your slick off the bottom half of his face lazily, like he didn't actually care whether it was there or not.
Shifting, he hovered over you, crimson eyes locking with yours, reading you silently with the same rapt attention he had out on the battlefield.
A light sheen of sweat was cast over his muscled arms at your sides, the highs of his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, spikes of blond hanging messily over his forehead.
"Still with me?"
His voice was gravelly, a smoky rasp. Just a little breathless, but the satisfaction in his eyes told you he'd have it no other way.
You attempted a response, still panting heavily.
"Mhm…"
"Not an answer, baby."
"…Yes. Thank you."
He leaned down to kiss you, you moaned softly at the taste of yourself off of his lips.
Pulling back, he trained his serious eyes on yours. "Don't thank me for that shit."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize either." You managed a snort at how impossible he was being, but he continued. "Feelin' sleepy?"
You hummed. "Yeah. A little."
He blinked once, scanning your face. Then grunted. "Not good enough."
"Katsuki, it's okay, you've done enou—"
"I told you, 'm gonna take care of it. Yeah?"
With his hands on the underside of your thighs, he pulled your legs around his waist, his hardened cock pressing over your still-drooling pussy, hot and heavy despite the single layer of fabric between you both.
Your heart picked up again; voice small, airy.
"Yeah…"
"Gonna let me, right?"
You whined. "But I just—"
"I know," he shushed you, slowly moving his hips, grinding himself against you agonizingly. "You can gimme another."
"Mh…”
Your lips pursed, brows pinched.
It could feel nice. It would feel nice.
You had warmed up to the idea, hips lifting just slightly to push against him as he moved, a quiet, nearly imperceptible motion.
He noticed, like he always did, but still, he wanted to draw it out of you.
"C'mon, gotta say it." his voice was a half-tease, low and coaxing, yet that mocking undertone never left. "Can only do it if you say it."
You groaned, embarrassed heat crawling up your neck.
He always did this—made you say it out loud, full-well knowing how it embarrassed you.
It was as though he lived to see you get heated, got something out of watching your lips curl and twitch in your attempts to fight your own discomposure.
"Can give you 'nother," you practically huffed out. "Jus' fuck me, please. Wanna feel you."
He smiled down at you, pleased with himself, and before you could even think to roll your eyes at that smug expression, he began to shuffle out of his boxers, freeing his aching cock.
He brought it to rest right over your pussy as he settled between your legs.
His eyes said look, and you did, took in his thick length, the angry flush of his leaking head, the precum dripping onto your navel.
He wanted you to see just how deep he would go, wanted you to really take it in.
You felt yourself get wetter, feeling empty at just the sight— he reached just below your belly button.
"You ready?"
Slowly, he dragged his tip between your folds. You let out a small, choked sound, nodding as your hips involuntarily bucked up to chase more.
"Uh huh. Please, please."
Katsuki’s abs tensed as he finally positioned himself just right, pushing into your tight warmth with gritted teeth, biting back the moan threatening to slip past.
He took his sweet time, going inch by agonizing inch, all the while your chest heaved as he stretched you out, filled the emptiness that had you aching.
When he finally bottomed out, panting, you clenched around him, whimpering slightly.
He let out a guttural sound; something low, ragged, already wrecked.
"Don't…" he breathed, voice cracking slightly. "Don't fuckin' do that."
"Sorry…"
"Told you not to do that either."
With a shaky breath, he began to move. Careful rolls of his hips, a hand splayed over your stomach as he eased himself in deep.
You stuttered out his name as that same hand moved lower, stopping right where your bodies met, the pad of his thumb slowly rubbing your clit.
His eyes fluttered as he watched your head fall back against your pillow, panting as he eased into a languid rhythm, angling his hips with each thrust in search of that spot.
When he found it, you keened, toes curling, lips parting as you let out a moan.
"Katsuki…" you dragged out the end of his name, practically whining.
He only grunted, something like a strangled whimper managing to slip past his gritted teeth. "Yeah, I know, I fuckin' know…"
He continued to thrust slowly, pull all the way back out before pushing back in, intense scarlet eyes watching your face twist upon each intrusion.
You didn't notice his thumb had been brushing the plush of your lower lip before he tapped it.
"Open."
That was all he said. He knew he didn't need much for you to listen. You looked down at his hand, then back up, parting your lips on command, the pink of your tongue peaking out on instinct.
"There we go…" He murmured, slipping his index and middle finger into your waiting mouth slowly.
The weight of his thick digits settled over your tongue and you groaned, sucking gently.
"You like that?" He asked, watching your mouth work around his fingers softly, voice low.
He already knew you liked it, knew that it lulled you into a fuzzy, brainless haze. But he loved to see you nod back at him; that pliant, sweet look in your half-lidded eyes as you offered him soft 'mhm' around his fingers.
He fought the moan crawling up his throat, instead letting out a tight a chuckle.
"Yeah, I know you do."
When he pulled his fingers back, you whimpered, but didn't get to dwell on it for long.
He moved to cage you down, supporting himself by the forearms, groaning into your ear as he bucked his hips deeper into you, pace noticeably faster.
You threw your head back. It was so good, perfect even. But you still wanted to feel more of him.
"Closer…" You asked, a quiet whine behind your words. "Closer, please, baby. Need you closer, Katsuki…"
Katsuki loved missionary, you knew this. He loved that it meant he could get close, actually see you— watch as your face twisted from being filled by him.
But on nights when close wasn't close enough, he folded you in half, pressed himself impossibly deeper, brought you closer than you thought you could ever feel.
The second he realized what you were asking for, he pushed the backs of your thighs, pressed your knees up by your head.
You hooked your arms around his neck, he kissed the the hinge of your jaw, breathing desperate words against your neck.
“Fuck, I love you.”
You bit back a groan, feeling him trail sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.
“Y’know that, right?”
You were shaking, letting out breathy moans as he began to suck soft marks into your skin, lost in the feeling— the taste— of you.
Your hands slid to hold the back of his neck, pulling him back carefully. Your nose bumped his as you held his face, felt the sharp curve of his jaw in your palms.
You pulled a hand back to find one of his by your head, you laced your fingers with his, gave his hand a soft squeeze before softly pecking his lips.
"I love you," you murmured the words against his mouth before pulling him back feverishly, moaning into the kiss. "I love you so much."
He picked up his pace at those words, fucking into you desperately, "Can't believe you thought I didn't wanna do this shit…" He panted out.
"Always fuckin' want you, don't y'get it?" his voice was already deep. but now— rough from sleep and want, the rasp made you impossibly wetter.
The sound of your creaking bed and the soft slap of skin against skin faded into the background as he leaned down to kiss you, all messy and raw.
"Tell me you get it." the words heaved out of him, hot and breathy, his lidded eyes met yours, the blistering need behind them setting your skin ablaze.
"I get it," you managed, tugging him closer, holding him against your chest. "I get it, Katsuki, please—"
He groaned by your ear, "Fuck, I know. I got you…"
Suddenly, nothing else seemed to matter. Everything that had weighed on your heart— the frustration, the doubt, the unsureness in yourself. it dissolved to nothingness in the back of your mind— because Katsuki Bakugou loved you. You loved him.
You could feel it all around you; he was everywhere, everything. And part of you felt that was all you might ever need.
With a broken sound, you came, burying into the crook of his neck.
He breathed with you for a moment, held you close, heated sweat-slicked skin against yours. He pulled out carefully, gritting his teeth to bite back a groan.
You were caught off guard when he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, leaned down to lap up your spend— his grip was a vice, absolutely not letting go of you— his fervent mouth moving against your sensitive heat to stimulate you past what you thought was bliss.
You nudged at his face half-heartedly, too tired to even whine; shallow, broken sobs heaved out of you as your thighs twitching around his head.
It was too much, you told him as much. At least, you tried to. You weren't sure if he could make anything out of your nonsensical babbling between whimpers, but you were certain he didn't really care.
When your hands found his hair, you twisted the blond tufts in your fists, letting out a final cry as he pushed you over the edge one last time.
He lifted his head back, lingering for a beat, careful eyes taking you in. Your eyes were shut, relishing the aftershock of your own high as your lungs raced to catch onto air, but more importantly: you were completely fucked out.
With a small kiss to your inner thigh, he got up.
"Where're you going…?” you managed between breaths, feeling his presence on your bed go missing, eyes opening just enough to peek at him.
“Clean underwear. Water."
"Oh."
"Mhm."
You felt like you might pass out in the best way possible. Your eyes were so droopy, but you tried your best to keep them open.
You traced the line of Katsuki's back as he shuffled through your drawers. Something soft and warm branched out from behind your sternum, spread through your body.
Suddenly, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms. Feel his body curve against yours.
He uncapped a bottle of water from your dresser and held it out for you, watching intently as you sat up shakily and took careful sips.
You handed it back to him, wiping at your mouth as he moved back onto your bed, tugging on a clean pair of underwear over your legs.
"You shoulda kept goin' Katsuki…" You tried to sound harsh, scolding. But it came out softer than you wanted. "You didn't… y'know…"
He pulled the blanket over your body and his quietly, settling at your side. You watched as he laid his head to rest on his pillow, taking in the familiar lines of his face.
"Don't care." He flicked your forehead. "Think too much and I might have to fuck you to sleep again."
Your lower lip jutted at that, a small flush settling over your face.
Reaching an arm out, you drew him closer to you. Your heart swelled at the familiarity of his warmth, that longing in you satiated momentarily at the feeling.
Your hand found his jaw, thumb brushing over the unscarred side of his face. You always loved that scar on his right cheek, thought it made him look handsome.
A small smile touched your face as you leaned in to press your lips over it, even though his other cheek was much easier to kiss. You liked to do that whenever you got the chance.
"Hey, Katsuki?" You hummed, brushing some of his hair back.
"What?"
Fondness curled inside your chest at his voice; it came quick because it was soft. Because he had softened himself, for you.
"Thank you."
He blinked back at you before, "Tch." then leaning forward to peck your lips.
"Told you to stop doin' that."
You could only chuckle, letting his large hand find the back of your head, pull you down to cradle you against the warm, solid planes of his chest.
"Sleep."
You yawned, smiling as you pressed your cheek closer against his skin.
"I'll make it up in the morning, 'kay?" You mumbled, the thrum of his heart easing your limbs, his strong arms curled around you tighter. "Promise."
Katsuki snorted softly, running a hand up and down your back, careful and soothing as he tucked you under his chin, adjusting the blanket around you to make sure you were properly warm.
"'M sure you will."
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second smut we up 😈 im still learning how to write ts so this was kiiinda stressful… (overthought a Lot) … but it ok we made it 🥹
im not even a petname bkg truther really so idk why i wrote that in but i did. playing with him like he’s my doll lalala
love me some acts of service solution oriented katsuki who’s soft in his own way ^_^ and i like emotions so this was quite fun to write! soft intimate smut… sighs dreamily
bkg not getting to nut lowk a recurring pattern now tho im dead 😭 (will he ever get to bust? stay tuned)
(btw title is from the marías song !!! #peak)
★ IMPORTANT — the amazing art in the header is not mine! unfortunately, i was not able to find the artist to give adequate credit, so this is my disclaimer !! all i did was edit the coloring.
I like smut as much as the next person but yall aren't even trying to write anymore. All fanfic on here is just 300 words of sex and then just tagging any character you think fits.
could i req chuuya x reader ( who also works with the pm ) that just comes in his office from time to time whining about how much they need him , so he just lets them sits on his couch while he ' s on his knees eating them out <3
candy! — chuuya x fem!reader
cw: nsfw, fingering, oral (reader receiving), dirty talk, explicit language in general, reader is teasing and whiny, very slight crack if u squint
a/n: hihi anon, loved this req, thanks for the wait, hope u enjoy it! ♡
your body was an unsatisfied, aching mess. your panties were soaked, your pussy was throbbing with the need to get eaten out until you couldn't take it anymore—and there was no chuuya to soothe it all. you knew he had his work and duties—he was a mafia executive after all—but you were too horny to think rationally. so you decided to go to him this time—you had waited patiently for too many mornings anyway.
chuuya's office was dimly lit, the warm glow of the desk lamp casting flickering shadows across polished mahogany and neatly stacked paperwork. the scent of expensive cologne, aged whiskey, and leather filled the air. you walked in without a word, without a knock, pretty lace under your coat—he didn't lift his head when you came in. he knew it was you even if you didn't announce it, because only you could barge in like you owned the room.
"hey", chuuya muttered. he was at his desk, pen in hand—signing over some documents you couldn't care less about, which meant he was busy, which also meant—it was the perfect excuse to be as needy as possible.
there was a beat of silence—then you moved, muttering a 'hey' that was barely a sigh than a word before plopping onto the luxury couch by the side of his office, stretching your legs out like a spoiled queen lounging in her throne.
you shifted, restlessly rubbing your thighs together, but it wasn't nearly enough. your body was hot, aching, desperate, needy—and he was ignoring you. how fucking dare he?
"chuuyaaa," you whined, the drawn-out syllables slipping from your lips in a breathy, high-pitched slur. one dripping with saccharine sin. "need you..'
he exhaled through his nose, not looking up. "busy."
you groaned, throwing your head back, "ugh, but I missed youu, need your mouth, it's been so long.. since like this morning.."
chuuya clenched his jaw, trying to focus on the document in front of him. he refused to give in so easily, even when you were sprawled out like a goddamn temptress.
"you love me, right?" you slurred, getting up, "then why're you actin' like work's more important than your pretty little girlfriend-" you gasped, sharp and needy, coming up behind his chair and leaning towards him, "-when she's so horny she can barely breathe?"
chuuya kept writing, flipping a page, though his lips twitched.
"I missed you so much," you whispered, your lips grazing the sensitive spot just below his ear. "you have no idea how much I've been aching for you..." you pressed closer, letting out a breathy, needy sigh that had him gritting his teeth. your tongue flicked out, tracing slow, teasing stripes along his ear before you kissed down the side of his neck—wet, deliberate, sending shivers down his back.
he inhaled slowly through his nose. his grip on the pen tightened. you knew exactly what you were doing.
you leaned in close, lips at his ear, "need your mouth," you whispered, high and airy, breathless. "need you to fix it, chuuya.. need you to lick me up," you pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his jaw "need to ride your face, need to tug on that pretty hair," another kiss "need to make you choke on me-"
he finally looked at you, and your breath hitched. for a brief moment, wide eyes looking at him expectantly, lips parting in anticipation, thinking you had finally gone through his head-
until he turned right back to his paperwork without a word.
he—what?
you gawked.
"what the fuck chuuya, are you serious?" you snapped, flabbergasted, watching over him with a seriously.. devastated look.
there was a moment of silence before you heard him let out a chuckle. and before you could say anything, he turned his chair around, grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you down into a deep, heated kiss, laughing against your lips once more.
"no babe, 'm just messin with you." he mummered, voice low as he pulled down your panties while gently pushing you back on his couch, hands roaming up your legs before spreading your thighs against the cushions, bare fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"needy fuckin' doll," chuuya groaned, voice rough, breath hot as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. "so messy.. dripping all over the place, and I haven't even touched you yet."
you moaned—soft, high and desperate. and then finally—finally—his mouth was on you. he dragged his tongue over your soaked folds, slow, languid—licking a long stripe up your slit, hot and wet, savoring your taste with a quiet hum.
"oh fuuck chuuya-"'you let out a sharp gasp, back arching, hand flying to his soft auburn hair, gripping tight, yanking just a bit as your thighs immediately closed around his head. "yes, yes, yes-"
his fingers joined in, sliding between your soaked folds, pressing against your tight, fluttering hole, but not pushing in yet. dragging the pads of his fingers in circles, spreading your slick, just teasing as soft, warm lips wrapped around your clit, pressing a slow, deep kiss to the aching bud before his tongue flicked out, "fuck," you gasped, back arching off the bed "s'good.. so fucking good-"
"shh baby, i know baby I know," his mouth latched onto your clit, tongue tracing little figure eights over the swollen bud, drawing tight circles before sucking it in his mouth. "you're doing so good for me, so patient for me doll", he mummered, groaning into your pussy in a way that showed his own patience was thinning. two fingers slid in deep with ease, stretching you open—your mouth fell open as another loud keen ripped from your throat.
the squelching sounds were filthy—loud, obscene beyond words. you were drenched, slick dripping down his fingers, soaking his palm, as the sound of his fingers pumping into your swollen walls got louder and louder in the so called quiet office.
soft, sticky whimpers filled the air, your toes curling, eyes fluttering closed, letting out these pretty, breathy moans that made him exhale shakily into you as he took his time devouring you, feeling himself getting harder and harder by the second. his grip on your hips tightened—and his mouth worked your cunt like you were the only goddamn thing worth kneeling for.
you whimpered, trying to lift your hips, but his hands pinned them down—your breath start to hitch again—body curling ever so slightly as she lets out a shaky, "m'close chuu... don't stop please, oh god-"
you were flushed, eyes fluttering, lashes casting shadows on your cheekbones. your hips rocked slowly into his mouth, your back arching with each exhale until-
you came with a cry, legs trembling around his head, slick gushing as you moaned, loud, high-pitched, completely gone. you were a mess—ruined, body twitching, head spinning, barely able to breathe. your body locked up before collapsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you, drowning you in white-hot bliss.
"fuck, fuck, there you girl sweet girl, there you go-", chuuya cursed under his breath, feeling you shake, hearing those perfect, sweet little moans as you came undone right there in his mouth. fuck, he lived for this. he held you close, his hands smoothing over your thighs, letting you ride out every last tremor as he gently lapped you up, fingers pressing into your sweet spot and pumping you through it until you started to twitch from sensitivity.
when you finally slumped against the couch, still trembling, still catching your breath, he pulled back slowly, pressing a lazy kiss to the inside of your thigh. "'m not done sweetheart," he murmured with a lazy smirk on his lips, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown as he stared up at you, voice low and hungry. "and you better not be, either."
your head fell back with a satisfied, wanton, as your legs clamped around his ears again.
katsuki had you face down ass up, back arched deep as he fucked you from behind like he was pissed off at you.
his hips snapped forward hard, thick cock slamming into your pussy with wet, filthy sounds. every brutal thrust made your body jolt forward on the bed, but he just yanked you back by the hips like you were his personal fucktoy.
“fuck, this pussy is swallowing me so fucking good,” he growled, voice rough and raspy. “taking me so deep”
you moaned loud into the pillow, gripping the sheets tight as he fucked you. his pace was mean and relentless, skin slapping loudly against skin. he reached forward, grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to arch even more.
“don’t hide your fucking face,” he snarled. “I wanna hear every sound you make.” then he brought his palm down hard on your ass.
SMACK !
a small, controlled explosion went off against your skin the second his hand connected — tiny sparks and heat blooming across your ass cheek. the sharp sting made your pussy clench hard around him.
“oh!” you cried out, eyes watering.
katsuki laughed low and mean, still fucking you.
“yeah? you felt that?” he slapped the other cheek even harder, another little explosion popping against your skin. the sense of pain and heat made your legs shake. “that making you cream all over my cock ?”
he kept fucking you deep, hips snapping forward while his hand came down again and again. every slap came with a small pop of his quirk, not enough to actually hurt you bad, but enough to send sharp, electric shocks through your ass that turned into throbbing heat.
“fuuuck, you like that don’t you?” he groaned, yanking your hair harder. “pussy keeps squeezing me every time I blow up on your ass. nasty little masochist.”
“i love it— i love when you’re rough !”
your moans were getting louder, broken and pathetic as he fucked you hard from behind. katsuki leaned over you, chest pressed against your back. his mouth right next to your ear as he spoke absolute filth.
“you’re dripping down my fucking thighs. making such a messy fucking pussy for me. bet you want it harder next time, huh?”
he slapped your ass again — harder. the explosion was a little bigger this time. the stinging burn mixed with the pleasurable stretch of his cock made your eyes roll back.
“katsuki— don’t stop pleaseee!” you dragged out, pleasure and pain blending together perfectly.
“that’s right. taking it sooo good ,” he mocked, teeth grazing your shoulder threatening to bite down. “you feel how deep i’m hitting?”
he straightened back up, gripping your hips with both hands. his thrusts were faster, deeper, more aggressive. every time his hips met your ass he gave you a small explosion on your already sensitive skin.
the constant mix of his thick cock stretching you open and the sharp, hot shocks from his quirk was driving you insane. you were shaking, pussy fluttering around him as an orgasm built fast. katsuki could feel your pussy clenching harder around him like you’ve done hundreds of times when your so close to cumming
“c’mon cum on my cock,” he commanded, slapping your ass again with another tiny pop.
“f-fuck tsuki— mhh ! ”
the next hard thrust combined with a stinging explosion pushed you over the edge. you came hard, screaming into the pillow as your pussy gushed around his cock, walls spasming violently.
“shit, that’s it,” he groaned, fucking you through it. he didn’t stop. he kept pounding into your sensitive pussy, chasing his own high. his breathing got rougher, low grunts and curses spilling out as he used you.
“gonna fill this pussy up, fuck—”
with a few final brutal thrusts, he buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum flooded inside you. he kept grinding into you slowly, making sure you took every drop inside your spent pussy.
he finally pulled out and gave your ass one last hard slap with a tiny explosion for good measure. you twitched hard, whimpering. katsuki smirked, breathing heavy as he stared at the red handprints and faint explosion marks littering your ass.
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you're laying on your bed, scrolling on tiktok. your calf pressing your knee, leg bouncing softly as you smile at a stupid video. bakugo comes into the room, freshly showered and tired from work. you look up and smile, "hey, baby."
he dived into the bed. his head right next to your bottom. he pryed your thighs apart and used them like a pillow, softly rubbing his face against it and guiding your leg to rest on his back. "hey." he murmured sleepily, eyes falling shut as he pulled your hand to his hair.
you smile softly, threading your fingers through his hair. he slowly drifted asleep with your legs wrapped around his shoulders. his hands grasping at you.
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