Hey y'all! I just added some new lanyard keychains for Maul: Shadow Lord and The Mandalorian and Grogu so I wanted to make a new post to show you all the lanyard keychains I have avaialble!
These each have two acrylic charms around 2.5" and 1.5" and a gold star clasp as well as a wristlet lanyard and a gold split ring for your keys! They also make super fun bag charms!
Aurebesh/Domabesh/Dishabesh translations for the keychains with text on them are at the bottom of this post.
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Translations:
The Aurebesh on the Maul lanyard: "join me"
The Aurebesh on the Naboo Handmaidens lanyard: “we are brave, your highness”
The Aurebesh on the Obi-Wan lanyard: "hello there"
The Aurebesh on the Kallus lanyard: "by the light of Lothal's moons"
The Domabesh on the Jyn lanyard: “I rebel”
The Domabesh on the Bodhi lanyard: “I’m the pilot”
The Aurebesh on the Dedra lanyard: "systems either change or die"
The Aurebesh on the Vader/Anakin lanyard: “peace • freedom • justice • security”
The Aurebesh on the Kylo Ren lanyard: “blow this piece of junk out of the sky”
The Aurebesh on the Morgan Elsbeth lanyard: "my anger gives me strength"
The Dishabesh on the High Republic lanyard: “for light and life”
Tags: Monsters!CODAU, tentacles, we like soft boy König, he is on leave.
Konig manages to score another date, in a bit of disbelief he takes some flowers.
Warnings: Explicit. Porn without Plot.
König had taken a mostly normal form so as to not scare her on their 12th date. Yes, twelfth. She wanted to see him more than she had fingers. He could barely believe she wanted to see him again. He shifted in place. A new garment, she told him she liked trees so he had gotten the closest to tree green as he could, hung over his face, hiding the part of him that he could never get to look humanoid.
He wore a button up with a wool vest layered over it and a pair of tan cargo pants. He tried to shirk as much of the military uniform as he could, especially when he was around her.
He lifted his hand to knock at her apartment door, the paper around the bouquet of flowers crinkling in his other hand. His breath caught in his throat, nerves raking through him, maybe he should go home, what if she doesn’t even want to see him.
The door opening pauses the spinning of emotions. She was stunning. The outfit she wore fit her so well. His hearts stutter as she meets his eyes.
“Come in,” she says, flashing him that breathtaking smile.
“Thank you,” his voice is quiet and a bit rougher than normal. He swallows, trying to clear his throat without making that noise, worried he may do anything wrong. He steps past her, ducking slightly to enter her small home.
Habitually, he slips his shoes off at the door and takes in her living space.
It is cozy. Pictures of pets mixed in with paintings, some he recognized, some he didn’t. The sofa sat beneath the window, the TV opposite of it.
He turns his attention to her as the door clicks shut.
“I got you these,” he murmurs, handing her the bouquet of flowers before he chickened out.
“They’re beautiful,” she replies, looking up at him with what looked like gratitude in her eyes, maybe even softness.
Was he reading too much into it?
“I’m glad you like them,” he nods in response, following her to the table as she sets them there to retrieve a vase.
He watches her gather one and fill it. Enraptured in the simple intimacy of the act. He wanted to watch her move about her home all the time.
“How’s work?” He asks, wanting to hear her voice again. The sparkle in her eyes as she begins talking drawing him in like a moth to flame.
König sat beside her on her bed. She lay with her head in his lap, his fingers carefully scraping that spot on her neck.
He had long forgotten the movie that she was watching. Instead he watched the rise and fall of her chest, the way her face shifted in response to the scenes. Even the smile that tugged at her lips as her eyes flick to the corner of her eyes meeting his before she rolls over her face against his stomach.
“What-?” His voice quivers as she gently lifts his t-shirt, her tongue skirts along his happy trail, sending warmth straight to his definitely not hidden bulge.
“Scheiße,“ he grunts, his hands sliding from her head and shoulders to grasp at the bedding. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kleine. If we start, I don’t know if I will be able to stop,” his words are jagged, barely restrained as she moves between his thighs sending him a downright sinful look.
“Maybe I want to see what you can do,” she taunts, her hand sliding up his thigh to palm his aching cock through the tented trousers.
“Fuck,” he grunts, rolling his hips into her touch, his eyes drooping as he white knuckles the bedding.
She slides his belt free, the click nearly sending him.
He moves, flipping her onto her back, yanking his belt from its loops, tearing one or two.
Her eyes widen and her lips part as he carefully maneuvers his shirts off while keeping his hood on.
“I’ve been trying to be good,” he mumbles, tugging her bottoms off to reveal her sweet cunt, “to not be a-a what do you mortals call it? A pervert. But fuck,” he groans nipping and kissing her inner thighs to where her sweet scent came from.
He pauses and looks up at her, studying her face.
“If you don’t like something, tell me,” he whispers, almost afraid to break whatever they had, kneading the soft plushness of her thighs.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes soft as she nods, her fingers entangling in the bedsheets.
That was all he needed, he moves his hood so he can access her cunt. The tentacles that safeguard his mouth separate, to allow him to truly taste her. He drags the length of his tongue up her cunt, leaving her pussy more wet with each pass.
Her taste was intoxicating. Divine in a way nothing else could be. He moans against her not able to get enough, his tentacles acting with minds of their own, using this moment to caress her thighs, press into her, and suckle gently to her skin.
His hips roll into the bed. Dumbly humping the mattress as he laps her slick up hungrily. He pauses as she jolts, a moan tugging from her. In his hazed state, he makes another pass, trying to figure out what made her jerk. He pauses as he finds a small slightly hard pearl, flicking it again.
Her hands shoot to his head, and he groans.
“Like that?” He pants against her between lapping at her sweet cunt.
Her moans and thighs squeezing his head are his only answer.
A whimper slips from him as his cock catches against the bed, rubbing deliciously but not enough.
He grinds desperately, wanting to taste her until she snapped.
Her breathing shuddered and her thighs squeezed his head, her hands holding his head against her cunt, there was no need. The large man had no interest in being anywhere else.
She keened, before jolting her hips, trying to push him away, her clit overstimulated.
“Sorry,” he slurs, crawling up to her. He presses his face into the crook of her neck, trying to ignore the urge to grind against her.
“S’ok,” she mumbles, reaching for his pants.
“I can wait,” he whimpers as she slips his aching cock free. The blunt head was red and leaking, the bump at the base and the fact that he was uncut frightened off other possible partners.
“No,” she answers, her thighs wrapping around his waist, urging him closer.
“Wait-Wait,” he rambles, pawing at her thighs, the desperate urge to plow into her, to stuff her full of him clawing through him.
He moves off the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes, before turning her over onto her stomach, lifting her hips, and standing at the edge of the bed, guiding her closer.
“Easier,” he mumbles, dipping his head so his tentacles could feel her back.They suckled at her flesh, leaving light red rings, as he notched his cock at her entrance.
She rolls her hips back feeding in the tip.
König whimpers against her shoulder, resting his head there as he gasps for air, trying not to slam into her. She flexed around him and the edges of his vision blurred.
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he hisses out as she rolls against him again, sliding him in further.
“You won’t,” she hums, arching just so he glides further in.
“Fu uck,” he sucks in a breath and his hips jolt forward.
She moans in reply, her cunt squeezing around him.
He whimpers an apology, his restraint snapping into a million pieces. His vision blurs as he ruts into her. The control he holds so tightly over the eldritch part of him, slips. Tentacles unfurl from the tattoos along his arms, the base along his back. They curl around her thighs spreading them allowing him better access.
Her cunt flutters around him and he nips at her shoulder. Another one of those pretty moans slipping from her mouth.
Wet slick guides the mass of his cock in and out. Their mixed scent, the suckling of his tentacles, her moans, and the way she gripped him were all he could perceive.
He glides his hand down her torso to her stomach, hissing as he feels himself inside her with every thrust. Her lower abdomen bulged from his size. The coil wrapped and wrapped.
“Gonna-,” his voice falters as he spurts ropes of cum into her. Stars litter his vision as he continues rutting into her. Fucking all of his cum into her sweet cunt.
“So perfect, meine liebling,” he peppers her neck in licks and nips as she collapses into the bed.
He grunts as he slides out with a wet pop. She whimpers, her eyes squeezing closed as he watches cum slide down her thigh.
His cock stirs as he scoops it up and presses it back into her.
He collapses beside her, tugging her into a spooning position and slots his half mast cock back into her.
“Want it to stay,” he mumbles, tiredly.
She hums in approval, rolling into him. His cock hardened and he gripped her hip, stopping her.
“Sleep, Süße,” he nuzzles against her hair. Smelling her through his hood.
König stirred before she did. The sun shines through the window, across her. He was immediately aware that his left arm was asleep and his cock, now solid again, was deep in her cunt.
She sucks in a breath and grinds against him in her sleep.
König holds back a curse, gripping her hip to stop her.
She whines frustrated in her sleep.
“Sorry,” he whispers shakily, moving his hand away. He tries to ignore the way she rocked against him, the way her cunt sucked at him.
He whimpers pathetically, pressing a knuckle between his teeth. A tentacle glides between her thighs, flicking curiously at the bud. She moans, her eyes fluttering open.
“Please,” he shudders out, his free hand white knuckling the bedding.
She nods and slides him further in. Squelch. Cum squirted down his shaft causing him to curse. He slides free and turns her on her back.
She raises her brows.
“Want to see you as you finish,” he grips her thighs and presses back into her.
“Want you to fuck me,” she groans, gliding her hands along his arms to where the tentacles were still sprouted. He hadn’t bothered to put the big ones away.
“Yeah?” He groans as her nails skirt his shoulders. He snaps his hips, grunting as she sinks them into his skin.
Her head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut as he begins to pummel into her. With every thrust, more cum leaks free. Frothing along his shaft. It doesn’t take long for him to snap and fuck more cum into her.
Her body shudders as he slides free and shimmies down her body.
“What-?” Her voice is cut off as he drags his tongue along her pussy. Her body jerks, and his tentacles grip her thighs, lifting them so he can eat her properly.
He groans and presses on her stomach. Cum oozing down her thighs and König whines at her.
“Meine,” he huffs, licking at her thighs before moving to her abused cunt and lapping her clean.
My husband already roleplays as a fantastic Kirishima and I’m trying my DAMNEST to get him to cosplay him as well 😭 PLEASE GOD IM TRYNA GET PREGNANT PLEASE
“sooo…” you splay your palm on his abs, hooking a leg over his waist.
“hm?” kirishima turns his head to you.
“i wanna like.. ride these.. and you like make em extra hard?” you bat your lashes at him.
“what d’you mean ride em?” he furrows his brow.
“like i take my panties off and ride your abs like i ride your thigh?” you tilt your head.
“you could just ride me instead.” his cheeks flush as he searches your eyes.
“so i can’t?” you push your bottom lip out. “just wanna feel your manly muscles y’know?” you press your nails into his abs and feel them flex. “wanna feel em on my puss-”
“take em off.” he’s panting, tugging at your panties. “c’mon just..” he gets them off, almost ripping them in the process before he’s hoisting you onto his abs.
your hips start rocking against his muscles, your palms falling to his chest as you drag your pussy up and down his abs. he stares up at you, watching every twist of your face, the way your lips tremble as he flexes his muscles underneath you. his hands rest on your waist, drawing soft circles with his thumbs as you hump against him.
“harder.” you pant. “kiri please!” you whine and his fingers dig into your hips. “nooo like everywhere harder.” your hips jerk.
his body hardens under you and your thighs tremble, his fingers dig into your hips deliciously and little whimpers spill out of your mouth. he rocks you against him faster, groaning at the way you’re soaking him.
“feel good, baby girl?” he’s throbbing from just watching you lose yourself.
“yes! making me feel so good.” you nod, grinding yourself against the hard ridges of his stomach.
his fingers flex at your sides and you collapse to his chest, rutting against him, chasing the pleasure rapidly coiling in your tummy. he knows you’re close, can hear it in the little gasps of his name and the way your legs are shaking around him. he hardens and unhardens, moving your hips faster and you shake your head, burying your face into his neck.
“kiri! nghhh kiri i- ahhh!” your orgasm washes through you.
he keeps grinding you against him even as your hips stop. he slows you and holds you tightly, his body starting to soften as he rubs your back. you kiss at his neck and cling to him, still gasping and hiccuping softly.
“want my thigh next, pretty girl?” he grins at the shiver that goes through your body.
a word from lex: uhhhh so, i decided to just make this a oneshot instead of the chapter breakdown so if you saw this before no you didn't 🙂↔️
content warnings: 18+, minors dni!!!!, 5.6k words, all characters are aged up, quirkless au, mutual pining between all parties involved, smut, threesome (kiribaku x f!reader), praise kink, degradation kink, blowjob, facefucking mention, oral (f! & m!receiving), overstimulation, raw sex, rough sex, double penetration (yes anal), spit, spanking, sloppy kissing, kiri being a golden retriever, bakugo being mean, kiribaku exploration (duh) (kissing, blowjobs, grinding), filthy talk, pussy drunk boys, whiny kiri, possessive bakugo, reader is fem and black coded, excuse any typos man yall know how this goes :p
'hey siri, play illegal by pinkpantheress'
vacation day one
the heat hit you the second the plane doors opened. the tulum air wrapped around you like a damp towel, thick, sweet with salt, carrying that tang of sunscreen and ocean that clung to every tourist stepping off.
you tugged your bag higher on your shoulder, blinking against the sunlight spilling through the glass walls of the terminal, and reminded yourself this was vacation. finally.
bakugo stomped ahead of you with his usual scowl, dragging his suitcase like it had personally offended him. his shirt clung to his chest already, sweat beading at his temple, but he refused to admit the heat was getting to him.
kirishima trailed behind, red hair catching the light like fire, grinning at everything. the palm trees swaying just outside the windows, the resort reps waving with their little laminated signs, even at you when he noticed you staring too long.
“c’mon, slowpokes,” bakugo barked, not even glancing back.
“he’s excited,” kirishima murmured, as if to soften the edges. he bumped your shoulder with his as you both followed. “don’t mind him.”
you rolled your eyes, but the truth was this felt easy.
the three of you had been roommates for months now, best friends even longer, and somehow managed not to strangle each other despite sharing space. still, the idea of vacationing together, of sharing a resort for a whole week, felt different.
heavier.
maybe it was the unspoken thing that lingered between you three, the tension you could never quite name but never shook either.
outside, the shuttle waited. the ride was bumpy, all cracked roads and sudden glimpses of turquoise ocean through the trees.
kirishima sat beside you, thigh brushing yours with every turn. he smelled faintly of his cologne, warm and woodsy, and you had to force yourself not to lean into it. bakugo sat on your other side, arms crossed, sunglasses shoved down his nose so he could glare at the driver every time the van jolted. his knee bounced the entire ride, jittering against yours until your skin hummed with nerves.
it was nothing. simply close proximity. but your body didn’t believe that.
thirty minutes later, the resort appeared like a mirage. huge white walls, sprawling pools, palms lined up like soldiers guarding paradise. the concierge handed out champagne flutes before you even stepped inside, and your first sip was cool, fizzy, the kind of sweetness that made you want to sink into it. kirishima clinked his glass to yours with a grin, while bakugo just muttered something under his breath and drained his in one go.
and as the receptionist slid three keycards across the counter, you realized with a tiny rush of adrenaline: this was real. vacation. one week, the three of you, in this sun-soaked paradise with nothing to do but relax.
the suite was bigger than you expected. polished tile floors, a living area with a velvet couch, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto a balcony facing the ocean. the sound of waves rushed in the moment kirishima tugged the curtains back, sunlight flooding everything in gold.
“holy shit,” he laughed, running toward the balcony. “look at this view!”
you dropped your bag on the couch, stunned. “this is insane.”
bakugo didn’t say anything, just threw his suitcase onto the nearest bedroom and started unzipping. you didn’t need words to know he was impressed too; the way his shoulders loosened, the way his scowl softened for just a second before he caught you looking.
“don’t just stand there,” he snapped. “pick a damn room.”
you and kirishima exchanged a look, both of you trying not to laugh. eventually you dragged your bag into the second bedroom, grateful for the huge bed, the private bathroom, the sliding doors that led to the shared balcony connecting all three rooms.
it was perfect. maybe too perfect.
unpacking was quick; just enough to get the essentials out. when you wandered back into the living area, kirishima was sprawled on the couch, shirt already peeled off, abs on full display as he scrolled through his phone. bakugo was in the kitchen, rifling through the minibar, muttering at the selection.
your gaze lingered on both of them longer than it should’ve. sweat still glistened faintly along kirishima’s collarbone, catching the light. bakugo’s arms flexed every time he slammed a bottle back into the fridge, veins running sharp along his forearms.
it was nothing. you were just tired. just jetlagged.
still, you excused yourself earlier than you needed to, retreating to your room under the guise of wanting to shower.
the shower was heaven.
hot water pounding your shoulders, steam curling around you until the smell of chlorine and airport faded away. when you stepped out, skin flushed, you felt lighter, except for the restless hum under your ribs that hadn’t left since you got here.
you pulled on something soft, a loose cami and panties, perfect for lounging in bed. but when you crawled beneath the sheets, the restless buzz only grew worse.
your mind wandered, traitorous. it kept circling back to them; bakugo’s scowl, the way it always made your stomach flip even though you’d never admit it. kirishima’s smile, sharp and bright, the way he always touched without hesitation, a hand on your shoulder or thigh that lingered too long.
you squeezed your thighs together. it didn’t help.
you shouldn’t. right?
they were your friends. your roommates. this was dangerous territory.
but lying there, skin still warm from the shower, you couldn’t stop replaying the day. the way kirishima’s thigh pressed to yours in the shuttle, how he’d looked at you with that easy grin like you were the only thing worth looking at. the way bakugo’s knee bounced against yours, sharp and restless, like he was barely holding something back.
and at the resort, when kirishima had tugged his shirt off in the living room without a second thought, laughing while the sun painted every ridge of his abs golden. you’d stared too long and he’d caught you, smiled like he didn’t mind at all. then bakugo, stalking to the fridge, muscles shifting under his thin shirt every time he slammed another bottle back into place. his glare was sharp as always, but you’d noticed the way his jaw worked, the flush creeping up his neck like maybe he’d noticed you staring, too.
you pressed your thighs together, but the ache only sharpened. you wanted them both, god, you wanted them so bad it made your chest tight.
your hand slipped under the sheets before you could second guess it, brushing over damp cotton. your fingers trembled as you reached for the nightstand, the small bullet you brought with you cool in your palm until you flicked it on. the quiet hum filled the room, almost drowned by your own pulse hammering in your ears.
when you pressed it against your clit, your whole body jolted. “oh- fuck…”
images swam behind your eyes, bakugo pushing you back onto the bed, rough voice spitting curses in your ear, calling you his. kirishima pinning your wrists above your head, kissing down your body, whispering how good you were for him.
you whimpered, rolling your hips up to meet the vibrator. the sheets twisted in your fist as you gasped their names before you could stop yourself.
“katsuki,” it tore from your lips, desperate and raw.
your stomach flipped with shame, but the heat between your legs only grew sharper.
“eijirou, god, please,”
you didn’t know the door was cracked open to the balcony. you didn’t know two very familiar voices had stopped outside, hearing every word.
“...you heard that, right?” bakugo’s voice was low, tight.
kirishima swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the door. another moan bled through the crack, your moan, soft and needy, their names tangled in it. “no way… she’s-”
bakugo didn’t let him finish. he slid the keycard through, the lock beeping quietly before the door clicked open.
and there you were.
sprawled out on the bed, sheets tangled around your legs, cami bunched under your breasts. panties tugged to the side, bullet pressed to your clit, hips rolling up to meet the vibrations. your mouth was parted, slick and wet sounds filling the room as you whimpered.
both boys froze.
bakugo’s jaw flexed hard, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles whitened. kirishima’s breath caught, a choked sound stuck in his throat as his eyes drank you in.
you gasped again, back arching, whispering their names. you had no idea they were there, watching.
kirishima shifted, thighs tensing, his hand curling into a fist at his side like he had to hold himself back. bakugo’s teeth ground together, chest heaving as he tried to tear his eyes away and failed miserably.
for a long, charged moment, neither of them moved. the air in the room pulsed with it, thick and hungry.
then bakugo grabbed kirishima’s arm, yanking him back. the door shut with a soft click behind them, leaving you untouched, unaware.
outside in the hallway, they both stood there breathing hard, the muffled hum of your toy still bleeding faintly through the walls.
“fuck,” kirishima muttered first, dragging a hand through his hair. “you heard it. she said both our names.”
bakugo’s laugh was harsh, bitter around the edges. “yeah, i fuckin’ heard. been driving me crazy for months and now-” he cut himself off, jaw snapping shut.
kirishima looked at him, eyes dark, voice lower now. “so what? we just… ignore it?”
“hell no,” bakugo snapped, then smirked, sharp and dangerous. “but i’m not about to roll over for you, shitty hair.”
kirishima’s grin spread slow, fangs flashing. “then what, a competition?”
bakugo leaned in, eyes glinting. “winner gets her.”
for a moment they just stared at each other, heat sparking between them as your muffled moan carried through the door again.
then kirishima nodded once, sharp. “deal.”
bakugo’s smirk widened. “hope you’re ready to lose.”
and with that, they both turned, leaving you inside.
still gasping, still moaning their names, completely unaware of the pact that had just been sealed.
day two
kirishima had taken off early that morning for a snorkel excursion, something about “sharks being manly as hell” that made you laugh over breakfast. you’d been relieved, though. his absence gave you space.
space you didn’t realize you were craving until bakugo texted you the plan.
“cooking class tonight. tequila tasting. be ready at 7.”
no question mark. no wiggle room. bakugo’s way of asking was to tell.
you should’ve rolled your eyes at the bluntness, maybe even ignored him. but your stomach had fluttered, and you caught yourself smiling at the screen before you could stop it.
the restaurant sat just off the main strip, tucked between a row of boutiques. inside, the space was bright and warm, smelling of citrus, roasted peppers, and something smoky you couldn’t place. the class was set up around a wide open kitchen, stations lined with cutting boards, knives, neatly arranged ingredients.
bakugo was already there when you walked in, leaned against a counter with his arms crossed. he’d traded his usual tank top for a black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms. his hair was messy in that deliberate way, and the chain at his throat caught the overhead lights.
“’bout time,” he muttered when you approached, though the corner of his mouth twitched.
“it’s 6:58,” you shot back, finding your place at his station.
“late’s late.”
you wanted to argue, but then his hand pressed to the small of your back.
light, but firm enough to guide you closer to the counter. your body went still for half a second, heat crawling up your neck. he didn’t look at you, didn’t acknowledge the way your breath caught, just kept you steady while the instructor began explaining the night’s menu.
you tried to focus on chopping peppers, but tequila tastings kept interrupting. smooth pours into small glasses, warm notes of lime dancing on your tongue. every time you lifted your glass, bakugo’s gaze followed. not in a judging way, but sharp, observant, like he was cataloguing every shift in your expression.
when a man from the other side of the room let his stare linger on you a little too long, bakugo was there before you even noticed; his arm slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.
bakugo’s grip didn’t ease.
his thumb brushed just once against your hip, casual but deliberate, before he finally let go. you busied yourself with arranging diced onions just to hide the stupid grin tugging at your mouth.
time blurred as the food cooked. tequila loosened your tongue, made you laugh louder, lean closer. bakugo wasn’t as sharp with his insults tonight. they were still there, still sharp-edged and biting, but they landed softer.
“don’t cut it like that, dumbass, you’ll lose a finger.”
“i’m fine,” you muttered, raising your chin.
his hand closed gently around your wrist, steadying the knife. “not with your clumsy ass. here. like this.”
his voice was low, rough in a way that slid down your spine. his palm dwarfed your hand as he guided the knife through the motion. the contrast, his dominance and his carefulness, tangled inside you until you didn’t know what to do but let him.
the tension had been building all night, buzzing under your skin like static. it only snapped when the instructor stepped out to grab extra supplies, leaving the room briefly unsupervised.
bakugo leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours as he pretended to check on the simmering pot. “how drunk are you?”
“not drunk.” you swallowed, meeting his eyes. “buzzed.”
he smirked. “good. means you can’t blame the tequila for what’s about to happen.”
before you could ask what he meant, he caught your hand, tugging you toward the back door near the prep area. you glanced around, pulse skittering, but no one seemed to notice.
the door clicked shut behind you, muffling the noise of the class. you were in a narrow hallway lined with stacked crates and extra supplies, dim light buzzing overhead.
and suddenly, bakugo was kissing you.
his mouth was hot, demanding, but not careless. his hands framed your face first, thumbs brushing your jaw as if to steady you, before one slid to the back of your neck and the other dropped to the small of your back. he pressed you against the wall, bodies flush, and swallowed the sharp gasp that escaped your throat.
you melted instantly.
his tongue slid against yours, rough and insistent, and you arched closer without thinking. the taste of tequila lingered between you, sharp and citrusy, mixing with the warmth of his breath.
when you gripped his shirt to anchor yourself, he groaned low in his chest, deep and raw, and it vibrated through you. his hand left your waist only to catch yours, pinning it gently against the wall above your head. not harsh, but firm; a silent reminder that he was in control here.
you should’ve pulled away. but the way he kissed you made it impossible to think.
bakugo wasn’t just kissing you. he was consuming you. every drag of his mouth against yours, every nip at your lower lip, every press of his body said mine.
and the worst part? you wanted to be.
your head spun, not from the tequila, but from him, his heat, his dominance, the raw need threaded beneath his restraint. he kissed like he’d been waiting for this, like he’d been holding himself back until now.
“fuck,” he muttered against your mouth, breaking only long enough to breathe before diving back in. his hand slid under the hem of your shirt, just high enough to feel the bare skin of your waist. his touch burned.
you whimpered before you could stop yourself.
his grip on your hip tightened. “you like that?” he rasped, voice low and rough, brushing his lips along your jaw, your throat.
“y-yeah.” your answer came out shaky, pathetic even, but his answering smirk against your skin told you it was exactly what he wanted.
he dragged his mouth back to yours, deeper this time, hungrier.
you were dizzy, drowning in him, your thoughts scattering like sand in the tide.
“hey!”
the bark of a voice snapped you both apart. one of the instructors stood at the end of the hall, arms crossed, unimpressed.
“this isn’t that kind of class. out. now.”
outside, the night air hit your face, cool against your flushed skin. you couldn’t meet bakugo’s eyes, still reeling from the taste of him, the feel of his hands, the echo of his voice in your ear.
but when you finally glanced sideways, expecting a scowl or a curse, he wasn’t ruffled at all.
his hands were in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, that sharp smirk tugging at his mouth.
“guess we’ll have to finish that another time,” he said, tone casual, like you hadn’t just been kissing each other senseless. but his eyes lingered on your lips, just for a second too long, before flicking back up.
your breath hitched. you nodded, heat rising in your chest.
bakugo chuckled, low and quiet, brushing past you. his fingers grazed yours on the way, subtle, like it wasn’t on purpose, but enough to make your skin prickle.
“c’mon, let’s go before kirishima gets back and asks why you look so flushed.”
he says it like nothing happened. like he hadn’t just wrecked you in a restaurant hallway.
but the way he carried himself, the heat still simmering in his eyes, the promise in that smirk; it said everything.
day four
the beach looked like it was on fire.
the sky was melting into shades of orange, pink, and deep purple, streaks of gold shimmering against the waves that lapped at the shore. you’d mentioned it so many times since arriving at the resort; how badly you wanted to see the sunset right on the sand, toes buried in it, nothing in the way. of course kirishima made it happen.
he had it all ready. towels spread out, blankets tucked underneath for comfort, sunscreen tucked in the corner of the bag, even a little spread of snacks he’d insisted you’d need. “can’t watch the sunset on an empty stomach,” he’d said with a grin that reached his eyes.
you swore he was glowing in this light. warm and golden, eyes soft in ways that always made your chest ache. back home, people always assumed the two of you were dating.
how else could he explain the way he treated you? the way he was always looking out for you, always making sure you had what you needed before you even thought to ask. the way his presence was a shield, his attention laser-focused whenever you were around.
and of course, there was the touching.
kiri couldn’t help himself. he wasn’t reckless about it, never disrespectful, but his hands always found their way to you. an arm slung around your waist, tugging you into his chest; his palm at the base of your neck, thumb tracing idle circles over your pulse; knuckles brushing your side just to remind you he was there.
tonight was no different. you were practically in his lap, his broad arms wrapped around you from behind, holding you against him while his hands roamed your shoulders, your thigh, the curve of your stomach.
he smelled faintly of salt and sunscreen, his breath tickling your ear when he spoke. “told you i’d make it happen. best seats in the house.”
“yeah,” you breathed, leaning into him more, your head falling back against his shoulder. “you always do.”
kiri grinned at that, but there was something else flickering beneath it. usually, his touch was soft, grounding; tonight it was heavier, his palms dragging slower against your skin, lingering in ways that made your chest tighten.
there was a low hum in his throat when you shifted against him, and the sound slipped out of him before he could catch it.
you froze for just a second. “...did you just-”
“n-no,” he cut in quickly, but his voice had that gravelly edge, a roughness he didn’t usually let bleed through.
he pressed his mouth to your temple, hiding it with a kiss, then let his hands wander higher, spreading over your stomach before tracing down again, fingertips dragging over your thigh.
you exhaled shakily, a sound that came out closer to a whimper than you wanted it to. kiri stilled, his chest rising and falling sharply against your back.
it was all he needed.
his lips found yours like he’d been starving for the taste, a deep hum vibrating in his chest when you let him in without hesitation.
kiri always kissed like he meant it.
slow at first, like he wanted to savor, but tonight there was something hungrier coiled under his sweetness. the hand on your thigh flexed, fingertips pressing into your skin before smoothing higher, dragging lazy circles that had your pulse racing.
you gasped against his mouth when his teeth caught your bottom lip, just a gentle tug, and he used it to deepen the kiss. the ocean rushed somewhere behind you, but all you could focus on was how close he pulled you, how the solid warmth of his chest pressed flush to yours until you were practically caged in by him.
his tongue slid against yours, coaxing, teasing, and it made a soft sound spill from you that you hadn’t meant to let out. kiri swallowed it down like it was everything he’d been waiting for, groaning low, his hand sliding to your waist, then your stomach, then up to skim the edge of your ribs before coming back down again like he couldn’t decide where he wanted you most.
your fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt, holding on, tugging him closer even though there wasn’t any space left.
he chuckled against your lips, a little smug, but then you moaned when his hand drifted higher to the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw, and the sound had him breaking the kiss just to stare at you. his pupils blown, lips red and wet, chest rising fast, he looked at you like he was drowning and you were the only air.
“fuck,” he muttered, voice gravelly
he flipped you over in the sand with that effortless strength of his, not rough but certain. now he was above you, caging you with his body, kissing you like he couldn’t hold back anymore. sand clung to your skin, the world tilting with each drag of his mouth down to your jaw, your throat, the edge of your shoulder where your top had slipped.
your back arched when his hand slid under the hem of your shirt, hot palm against bare skin. you moaned again, louder this time, and it only spurred him on.
kiri groaned right into your mouth, kissing you harder, every brush of his tongue and teeth screaming that he wanted more.
just when the heat was reaching that dangerous edge, when you thought maybe you wouldn’t stop him this time, the sky cracked open.
rain poured down like a switch had been flipped, soaking through your clothes instantly, the blanket forgotten as both of you gasped and laughed at the shock of it. kiri pressed one last desperate kiss to your lips before pulling back, hair dripping, face flushed.
“come on,” he said breathless but still grinning, tugging you up by the hand.
you ran through the rain back toward the resort, sand sticking to your legs, clothes plastered to your skin, kiri’s fingers laced tight with yours the whole way.
and while you laughed with him, chest light from the adrenaline and the kiss, a quiet thought started to flicker in the back of your mind. bakugo had been the first night. kiri tonight. both of them pulling you close, both of them treating you like you were the only thing in the world. it was almost too much to be coincidence.
but you didn’t say a word. not yet.
day five
it was day five when you finally realized what the boys were doing.
for the first few days of the trip you’d thought maybe you were imagining it.
the way their hands lingered when they passed you things, the way they both seemed to gravitate to your side no matter where you were sitting, how the air always got heavier when it was just the three of you. it wasn’t new to be around them, you’d been close for years, hell, you all live together.
but this… somehow this was different.
you knew something was up when kiri’s hand brushed your thigh under the dinner table that evening. not a graze. not an accident. his hand stayed there, warm and solid, his thumb dragging slow circles against your skin. you caught bakugo watching from across the table, his eyes flicking down and back up again, but instead of saying anything he smirked.
oh boy, did your excitement spike then.
bringing them both on this trip hadn’t been a mistake. maybe you’d been hoping for this all along, deep down. you’d thought they might make a move sooner, but maybe they just needed the right push.
so you decided tonight would be that push.
you invited them both over to your room for a movie night, playing it casual, like it was just another night of drinking and hanging out. kiri showed up first, grinning wide, hoodie hanging loose off his broad shoulders. bakugo followed not long after, carrying bottles under his arm, already muttering about your choice of movies.
you all piled onto your bed, the screen flickering with some action flick none of you really paid attention to.
drinks loosened the edges, laughter echoing, warmth seeping in. eventually, all three of you ended up tangled under the same blanket, shoulders brushing, thighs pressed tight.
your pulse was racing, anticipation buzzing through you like static.
you let it build, let the silence stretch while the movie droned on. then, you slid your hands under the blanket.
kiri jolted first, his breath catching when your palm pressed against the thick outline in his sweats. bakugo’s inhale came a heartbeat later when your other hand found him too, squeezing slow.
“the fuck are you doin’?” bakugo growled low, but his hips pressed into your hand anyway.
kiri made a soft, choked noise. “oh, fuck-”
you smiled sweetly, stroking them both through their clothes, feeling them stiffen under your touch.
“are we gonna stop pretending now? i really hope it’s a yes. i’ve been waiting so long for you both to fuck me.” you say sweetly.
the blanket was ripped off instantly.
bakugo’s mouth crashed onto yours before you could blink, hot and demanding, tongue sliding deep like he was starving for you.
kiri’s hands were already under your shirt, clumsy and eager, squeezing at your waist and breasts with low, needy groans.
you barely registered your shirt being tugged over your head, your bra unclasped, your body shoved back into the pillows. kiri’s lips trailed wet kisses down your throat, murmuring praise against your skin.
“so gorgeous, fuck, been dreamin’ about this, you’re so perfect-”
bakugo’s laugh was sharp against your mouth.
“course you have, shitty hair. she’s been teasin’ us all damn week.” his hand grabbed your chin, forcing your eyes to him. “you think you’re in charge ‘cause you touched us first? kiri and i caught you the first day touchin’ that slutty pussy, callin’ out for us. you really thought we didn’t hear?”
your whole body flushed hot, embarrassment mixing with arousal so sharp it made you clench. you tried to glance away, but kiri tilted your chin back with a gentle hand, his voice soft and wrecked.
“don’t be shy now, darlin’,” he murmured, eyes dark but tender. “you’re ours now.”
the word sent a shiver down your spine. ours.
they stripped you fast, greedy hands everywhere, leaving you bare between them. kiri stared down like he couldn’t believe it, eyes wide, lips parted. bakugo didn’t give him time to linger.
“you wanted this so bad? show us,” bakugo ordered, shoving kiri’s head down between your thighs.
kiri obeyed without hesitation. his big hands spread you open, his mouth sealing to your cunt like he’d been dying for it. the first drag of his tongue had you keening, hips jerking, your fingers tangling in his messy red hair.
“fuck, kiri,”
he groaned against you, sloppy and desperate, lapping like he couldn’t get enough. “so good, so sweet, can’t believe i get to taste you.”
bakugo’s grip caught your jaw again, yanking your gaze back to him. “eyes on me. don’t look away.” two fingers pressed past your lips, filling your mouth. “suck.”
you whined but obeyed, hollowing your cheeks around his fingers while kiri devoured you below.
“yeah, that’s it,” bakugo rasped, watching your lips stretch around him. “fuckin’ knew you were a cock-hungry slut. bet he’s already drownin’ in how wet you are.”
your moan vibrated around his fingers.
kiri whined like he couldn’t stand it, his tongue flicking faster, his face slick with your arousal.
when kiri finally pulled back, gasping for air, his lips were swollen and shiny. bakugo grabbed him by the collar and crashed his mouth against his, tongue shoving deep. you gasped at the sight.
bakugo devouring him, kiri moaning into it, letting himself be kissed.
bakugo pulled away with a smirk. “‘s good?”
kiri nodded breathlessly. “so fucking good.”
bakugo shoved him aside. “move. my turn.”
he knelt between your thighs and wasted no time, shoving two fingers into you rough and fast. you yelped, back arching.
“tight little hole,” he muttered, eyes dark. “gonna stretch you open.”
then his mouth was on you, brutal and messy, tongue spearing into you while his fingers curled just right. you screamed, jerking under him, your thighs trembling as he tore an orgasm out of you in seconds.
“s-shit, kats-”
he pulled back, lips slick, smirking cruelly. “yeah. say my name when you cum.”
from there the night blurred into waves of pleasure.
kiri worshipped you, pressing kisses over your skin, whispering how beautiful you were. bakugo broke you down with filthy words, spanking you anywhere his hands could reach, telling you how greedy you were, how you’d take anything they gave you.
they took turns, kiri sliding into you slow and reverent fucking you deep while kissing your mouth and neck, begging to make you feel good. bakugo bending you over rough, pounding into you until you sobbed, his hand on your neck, calling you a needy slut.
sometimes they worked you together. kiri on his knees between your thighs, tongue in your cunt, while bakugo held your head and fucked your throat until you gagged. kiri praising, bakugo degrading, both of them drowning you in sensation until you came so hard you thought you’d black out.
soon though, the vibe of the room, it shifted. bakugo behind kiri, grinding his cock against him while kiri fucked into you. kiri’s whines were muffled in your neck, his body trembling as bakugo growled into his ear, biting down on his shoulder.
“good boy,” bakugo rasped, rutting against him. “fuck her just like that. make her scream.”
kiri whined louder, his thrusts deep and shaky, his praise spilling against your skin. “feel so good, so tight, fuck, i’m gonna-”
you could barely breathe, overwhelmed by both of them, their sounds, their heat, their need.
and then bakugo spat in his hand, slicking his cock, lining it up behind you.
“we’re gonna ruin you,” he muttered, his voice wrecked. “gonna stuff every hole till you’re fuckin’ cryin’ for us.”
your eyes went wide as he pressed against your other hole, pushing slow.
the stretch burned, sharp, but kiri’s soothing voice grounded you, his lips at your ear.
“you can take it, baby, you’re so strong, so perfect. fuck, look at you.” he said, looking at you like you’ve crafted every beautiful thing in the world with your bare hands.
bakugo shoved deeper, groaning low. “jus’ knew you’d have a tight little ass. fuck.”
you sobbed, the fullness overwhelming, both of them inside you, kiri’s cock buried in your cunt, bakugo splitting you open from behind.
“holy shit, she’s squeezin’ me so hard.” kiri gasped.
“yeah,” bakugo snarled. “she loves it. greedy little slut wanted both of us.”
you couldn’t even deny it.
the stretch, the fullness, the way they moved together?
it was too much, too good, your body trembling violently between them. every thrust had you screaming, tears streaking your cheeks, your body clenching down helplessly.
they fucked you like that for what felt like forever, pushing you past the point of pleasure into something deeper, rawer.
you came again and again, your body shaking, your voice breaking on cries of their names.
they didn’t stop until you were wrecked, sprawled limp between them, your body trembling and soaked.
bakugo pulled out first, groaning, and shoved his cock into kiri’s mouth. kiri sucked obediently, eyes fluttering shut, moaning around him. bakugo held his head, fucking his throat, while you watched through hazy eyes.
when kiri pulled off, gasping, his face wet, bakugo smirked down at him. “good boy.”
kiri flushed, his lips shiny.
bakugo tugged you both close after, collapsing onto the bed, dragging you against his chest. kiri curled around your back, his arm over your waist, holding you tight.
“told you,” bakugo muttered against your hair, voice raw. “ours.”
kiri hummed in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “yeah. ours.”
you believed it.
ending notes: it made more sense to put everything together yall idk. anyhow, hope you enjoyed, i know i did. likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! see ya!
i GOTCHUUU!!! let me feed u :p
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beefy! katsuki bakugou: who will need to size up in his hero costume during his bulk due to the massive size change that is going on. "tch, fuckin' gauntlets aren't fuckin' fitting.." he grunts as he tries to fit his left gauntlet on his arm, his forearm that has grown wider and larger due to him bulking which was the cause of it not letting him put it on properly. "kats? what's wrong?" he looks up at you, his ruby eyes filled with annoyance. "fuckin' gauntlets won't go on. gonna have'ta go in and talk with my designer.." he sighs as he holds his forearm in his hand as you giggle. "what's so funny?" "nothing, you just don't realise how big you've gotten kats, and it's funny."
beefy! katsuki bakugou: who will send you photos of him flexing in front of the gym mirror, his massive bicep flexing against his t-shirt (which looks like it's about to rip open) while you're at home or at work. he makes sure he's as sweaty and as fucked out as one can look before sending you the photo, knowing it would toss you over the edge. then he'd add a caption to the photo. "touch yourself, pretty girl. I'll be home soon."
beefy! katsuki bakugou: who will fuck your face as his big hands run through your hair, tugging harshly. he moves your face up and down his fat cock. you're choking and slobbering all over his dick as he's groaning out like a bitch. each thrust he lays into your mouth has you feeling his tip at the back of your throat and your panties getting wetter by the second. "f-fuck... slobbering all over my dickkkk... holy s-shit.. gonna fuckin' cum and you better fuckin' drink it all... fuckkk.." he's throwing his head back as his blond spikes stick to his forehead.
beefy! katsuki bakugou: who will fuck you in a messy mating press. your pussy convulsing around him after you've came 2 times already. the loud slamming and wet sounds echo across the room as he's sucking on your nipple. your legs are pressed to your ears as his ruby eyes eat you up. his thick dick drilling into you as he uses you as his personal cumdump. "fuck. take all of it you fuckin' slut. you like how big i've gotten... hmmm hngh... i've fuckin' n-noticed. always so fucking wet.. h-holy shit.. fuckin' horny brat.. lettin' me use you like a cumdump.."
(lil extra hehehehehe)
beefy! katsuki bakugou & beefy! eijiro kirishima: who will both fuck you in multiple different positions making you cum multiple times. now, kirishima is fucking your pussy that's stuffed with the cum of his and katsuki's and katsuki is fucking your throat. your tummy is bloated from the amount of cum that is stuffed inside of you as eijiro sweet talks and katsuki dirty talks. "look at you y/n.. taking both of our thick dicks so well. you're s-so good f'us.. mhm, right k-katsuki?" eijiros eyes roll to the back of his head and his massive hands grip tightly at your hips. "she's such a fuckin' slut... fuckkk.. she loves being so fuckin' stuffed. greedy girl.."
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need a 3some with kirishima and bakugou RIGHT NOW.
★ series summary: your landlord kind of fucked you over, so you end up stuck with two rising pro heroes as your roommates for the rest of the year.
(OR — chronicles of living together!)
content: roommate!au. smau. kiribaku x reader (developing!). fluff, crack. some suggestiveness. college student!reader. UA grad!krbk. warning: bit of a long post! - click keep reading.
note: denki & i are twins cuz ik he also has an arsenal of reaction imgs ❤️🩹 also episode is fye i lit live my life like i have no gems
☆ — chapter can be read as a standalone piece !
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may blabs: ok i knoww im being kinda kiri centric but like. let's be honest he'd warm up and get closer first yk !! but dw bkg will have the attention next two chaps trust 🤞
btw i was gonna make the game among us. like holy throw back.. my roommates and i would play sometimes last sem and that was sooo fun but i love episode too dearly. so i just had to...🥹
“are you sure it’ll fit?” you breathe, staring at your boyfriend’s cock, thick and sprung free, the tip already glossy with sticky pre-cum.
your hand curls around the base of him. slow. careful. feeling the heat, the ridges, the veins that flex beneath your palm. the way he twitches at the smallest movement.
it’s addicting.
dangerously so.
you look up at him, still stroking, barely moving—just enough to make his chest hitch, breath stuttering like his body doesn’t know what to do with itself anymore. like he’s wired to react to you.
his breath catches. as a tiny, broken whine slips out before he can stop it.
“i–i promise it will, sweetheart,” he says, voice shaking. “c’mon… pretty. try t’ suck on it for me.”
he says it with so much need, a desperate urgency for you to take him in—every part of him.
your face heats at the audacity of him, calling you something so sweet while asking for something so filthy.
so. fucking. dirty.
that’s the only way to describe the sound he makes the moment your tongue drags a slow stripe along the base of him. his body jerks, helpless, a sharp whine tearing from his throat as he bites down on his bottom lip.
fuck—your pussy aches at the sound.
“did that feel good?” you ask softly, leaning in just enough that your chest presses together, cleavage spilling forward. you watch his adam’s apple bob, his jaw tense as he fights the urge to curse.
his hands drift to your hair without him even realizing, fingers curling, tightening just a little as he guides you closer.
“s-so good, honey—so—”
your lips close around just the tip.
his words die instantly.
he gasps out a moan, the sound tearing out of him rough and raw, like it scraped his throat on the way out. his grip tightens immediately, fisting your hair hard enough that his knuckles pale.
not to hurt you. never that.
it’s just too much.
you don’t mind. not even a little. the pressure, the way he reacts, sends heat pooling low in your belly, soaking your underwear.
your mouth opens wider, lips stretching as you inch down slowly, taking him in bit by bit.
kirishima can’t help himself. his hips rock forward, cock pushing deeper into your mouth as spit slips free, drooling down your chin, slicking him completely.
you’re barely halfway before your throat burns, tight and protesting—he’s so big. so thick. and he doesn’t even realize how rough he’s being.
your mouth falters.
you slip off him with a wet pop.
your head drops against his thigh, eyes glassy, tears clinging to your lashes. your lips are wet, swollen, messy.
“s’—don’t know if i can,” you mumble. “don’t think it’ll fit.”
kirishima tilts his head, smiling softly even though he looks wrecked. flushed. desperate. “it’s okay, sweet baby,” he murmurs. “i promise… you can do it.”
his thumb brushes your cheek, gentle. grounding you.
“just try again, yeah? only a little this time.”
you whine, face pressing into his thick thigh, voice muffled. “kiri… it’s too big.”
fuck.
that sound alone nearly ends him.
he guides you back, hands warm on your cheeks, holding your face like you’re something precious. “i know, baby. i know,” he says softly. then, quieter—needier—“but can you try again? i really need you.”
you huff, a small grin tugging at your lips as you line yourself up again.
this time you go slow. sweet. your mouth relaxes, taking him carefully as kirishima barely moves, hips rocking just enough to help you adjust. to breathe.
inch by inch.
until your lips brush his balls.
you gag softly, tears spilling over as your head bobs, his hands tugging gently at your hair—encouraging, you, until he can’t take it anymore.
with a broken, needy, ragged groan, kirishima tips over the edge, spilling into your mouth as his body shakes, voice cracking as he praises you through it, completely undone.
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idk why but something about his triple nose piercing makes me so (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄) ; tw. blood & sutures
⟢ I feel like some people hc that he’s usually a reserved, controlled, mean dom in bed, but idk. he’s mouthy and bratty, touch-starved, and grew up begging for attention .. to me, he’s never gonna shut up.
⟢ HE GETS SO LOUD on nights that he’s pent up omg. those cute, needy moans that take a full exhale, mouth dropped open and brows drawn together. you know what I’m talking about, right? if you’ve listened to shimono hiro blcds (dabi’s japanese voice actor) then you definitely know … :3
⟢ and he’s so whimpery that he sounds like a puppy and god it’s the cutest thing ever.
⟢ as I said, completely touch-starved which means that he’s soooo fucking handsy in bed. always has his hands threaded in your hair or around your throat. incredible kisser, even despite his scarred lips.
⟢ he can be so mean when you’re giving him head. :( he loves to just shove it down your throat when you’re least expecting it, eyeing you carefully with his hand on your jaw, moaning softly, holding you there until you’re choking on it.
“that’s it, feels s’fucking good, angel .. you were fucking made to take my cock, huh?”
⟢ absolutely loves to lick and suck on the pulse points on your neck.
⟢ oral fixation in bed — he equally loves his fingers in your mouth, or yours in his, especially if you’re doing it to shut him up. if he’s yapping and being annoying, so you do that and push him against a wall? he’s all yours. (because of his size kink … like, you trying to put him in his place even though you’re so much smaller than him and he can manhandle you so easily turns him on so much.)
⟢ he also loves it when you spit in his mouth, but he doesn’t often do it to you unless you pissed him off, the sex is getting too intense, or if he’s feeling possessive. he loves your taste, even your spit.
⟢ turns him on if you call him a brat.
⟢ he’s more of a biter than a scratcher. breeding kink, but he doesn’t even know it yet, and you’re so down bad that you don’t even mind being on birth control for him .. you also love when he cums inside of you .. :3
⟢ blood kink, and he loves period sex ..
⟢ like, as soon as you utter even the first word of a complaint about your period, he’s carrying you to bed and finding a way to ease the ache. it’s only to make you feel better, of course, and not for his own selfish pleasure! and he’ll eat you out ; he’s filthy and does not give a fuck. like I said, he just wants to taste you.
⟢ let’s talk about his piercings — my headcanons are based on how @/birf draws dabi because it is so fucking good omg. tongue stud, nipple barbells, navel piercing, a heart-shaped dermal that sits right above his pubic hair, and a frenum ladder. FUCK.
“you really like my piercings, huh? can’t stop fucking staring, baby.”
⟢ soft white happy trail :3 he usually keeps it trimmed.
⟢ his cock is gorgeous, perfect ; close to eight inches and he’s cut (I know this isn’t common in japan but you can’t stop me). thick with velvety skin, defined veins, and a sensitive, soft pink tip .. his balls are heavy and even they look pretty.
⟢ luckily, dabi’s cock has been unscathed by his flames thus far, but some of his stitches are dangerously close to his sack …
⟢ even though dabi isn’t built like his father like natsuo is, I feel like the todo boys still got those girthy cock genes ;-; where endeavor’s is monstrous and veiny and too big, and he doesn’t even know what to do with it (endeavor is an awful fuck and you can’t convince me otherwise), his sons have that perfect size and their cocks are pretty.
⟢ he always smells so good, like smoky maple and vanilla.
⟢ it would start out as fwb, maybe you met in a bar, but he quickly becomes a possessive yandere over you. definitely would kill for you, if he hasn’t already.
⟢ instead of lingerie, he prefers that you’re naked for him, mostly because he trusts you enough to bare himself and all of his insecurities to you. it’s his favorite way to have you, but he also loves to see you in thigh-high socks and maybe a leather collar.
⟢ he also loves to fuck you absolutely stupid. he knows that he’s got you there when he asks you a question and you can’t even answer (you would’ve used your safe word well before it got to this point if needed, but you love it just as much as he does). he’s grinning, fucking you in deep, perfect strokes, his piercings only making it feel even better.
“your tiny pussy can take more than that, can’t she? yeah, thought so, she loves me too fuckin’ much.”
⟢ fucks you like he owns you (because he does), wants to break you into his shape so you’ll never want anyone else (as if you ever could).
⟢ he’ll have both hands on your waist one second, then he’s pushing down on his bulge in your tummy, making you cry and arch and pull him even closer. he is so fucking in love with your perfect, cute, tight cunt, and you always make him cum so fast if he isn’t careful.
⟢ can also make you go so fucking stupid on his fingers. his hands are big and his fingers are long, especially compared to yours, and he knows exactly where to touch you. it’s not fair — your own fingers will never be enough after having his.
⟢ prefers to overstim you, but edging on himself.
⟢ he’ll press one of his big hands on your stomach, the other with his thumb on your clit and fingers deep, perfectly hitting your sweet spot while his gravelly voice is in your ear, saying, “thaaaat’s it, take it f’me .. that’s my pretty girl, so fucking perfect.”
⟢ meanwhile when he’s touching himself, he edges himself to tears, panting deep in his chest, and taking a drag of a joint between strokes of his big, pretty cock, inhaling through his teeth to suppress any whines. such a fucking pretty sight.
⟢ these are my headcanons, so I’m gonna say it !! — dabi might not be an eater like kirishima is, but he still loves eating pussy, and he does it often … like, almost every session, unless you’re getting too impatient. he has a tongue piercing for a reason !!
⟢ he wants to make you feel good, he loves your taste, and he would get bored if he’s usually getting most of the attention. he just wants his face shoved between your soft thighs and you pulling on his thick hair. just be careful with the stitches near his mouth. :(
⟢ they break the easiest, and he doesn’t care anymore because his appearance is so far gone and he hardly feels the pain, but you care.
⟢ it’s canon that he can’t really cry tears because his tear ducts are burned up :( and when he cries, it just comes out as blood :( but that’s okay, because you’ll kiss and lick the droplets off of his pretty face, whether it’s his stitches bleeding, or if your poor baby is crying.
⟢ you often have to stitch him back up after the sex gets too heated :( usually on his face, shoulders, back, and thighs. it’s not like he gives a fuck about what his stitches look like anyway, but your sutures are really precise and pretty so he doesn’t even mind, and he likes when you do it.
⟢ if it were anyone else, he wouldn’t make any sort of noise while getting stitched up .. but with you? he’s whining when it hurts because he knows that you’ll dote on him ; with soft kisses, running your hands through his hair, and a quiet, sweet daijōbu or yoshiyoshi as you gently rub his back to calm him.
⟢ you’re sweet to him when he needs it, but sometimes you’re mean just to get a reaction .. and god, he absolutely loves to fuck that cute brattiness out of you, no matter how adorable he thinks it is .. it’s fine as long as he knows that you’re just teasing, right?
⟢ he always used to shove your face into the pillows, and he didn’t care if your eyes were open or not because he fucking hates himself, but now .. he’s desperate for your validation. you’re the only person who makes him feel handsome, like he’s worth something, anything, and he feels like he’ll fucking die without your praise.
blood-tinged tears on thick, snowy lashes, and he’s begging, “look at me, please .. please.”
⟢ completely falls apart if you call him pretty or tell him that he’s an angel. at first he thinks that you’re just being sweet, but it becomes obvious that you mean it.
⟢ breath play, but not for the reason you’d think — he mostly loves how his massive hands look around your pretty neck, but he’d never want to hurt you. he loves when you softly choke him with your small, dainty hands ; he can’t really feel pain, but the pressure and lightheadedness feels nice.
⟢ absolutely loves your chest. always cuddles up into it, and he would spend hours just kissing and sucking on it if you’d let him (and sometimes you do).
⟢ you always lock your doors at night, but you also always leave the same window unlocked in case he wants to come in. he never tells you where he’s been, and you never ask. it’ll be 4am and he’s soaking from the rain, slipping off his wet clothes and cuddling up to you in your warm bed.
⟢ about half of the time, he can’t help himself, and you wake up with his silky black hair tickling your thighs, his big hands on you like a vice while he groans softly and eats your cunt. he needs you and your warmth and your sweet taste and scent. :(
tw / cw (18+): established relationship, dry-humping, lots of cum (lots of it lol), reader has a v, , biting, katsuki lowkey might have a biting kink, oral (reader receiving), katsuki loves a bush
𓂃 synopsis: katsuki finds out his prude, quirkless girlfriend likes reading about him.
note ɞ˚; there just needs to be more dry humping out there.. anyway i am finally off finals and have never felt so relieved in my whole life. i can finally start writing more and posting some drafts!! so excited to share my love for writing with you all!
katsuki's late night is wrapped up after a grueling mission. all he wants to do is go home, take a long shower and fall asleep with you in his arms.
as soon as he steps through the front door, he's greeted with your warm smile at the kitchen. you've made some dinner, leaving out a plate for him.
"it's still warm," you say softly, wiping the marble counter. "how was your day?"
katsuki groans as he fumbles off his boats. "annoying," he grumbled, moving towards you. "damn interns at the agency kept fucking up."
you smile, shyly moving towards him to give a kiss on the cheek. "you were one too, remember?"
katsuki scoffed. "i was at war when i was an intern." feeling your soft lips on his cheek once more, he gave you a squeeze on the shoulder. "what about your day? no one pissed you off today?"
you let out a sigh of relief. "nope. a quiet day for me at the journaling office." you help him shrug off his work jacket. "go take a bath, i also bought some nice bath bombs too. they had dynamight-themed ones for sale."
while katsuki was bathing, you found yourself some time to open up your tablet and indulge in your favourite time of the day.
you’re lying on your stomach, legs swinging lazily behind you, tablet propped up on your pillow. the screen’s glow paints your cheeks as you scroll down another paragraph, eyes widening, lip caught between your teeth.
“yeah..” he moaned. “g-gotta cream inside this pretty pussy.”
the sound is loud, the sound of your arousal hanging into his thighs as he fucks up into your warmth.
“wann-a make you full with my babies, yeah?” he smirked. “gonna fuc—k my cum into you so you can shut your mouth.”
his hips are mean, slapping up against your bottom as he thrusts his dick deeper.
he notices the look in your eyes, it’s hazed, gone.
your finger pauses just above the screen, hovering, because something spicy is about to happen and you want to savour it. your heart kicks up a little, and you hide half your face in your blanket even though you’re completely alone.
you read another line.
“p—please let me eat you out,” he whimpered unexpectedly. “please i’ll make you feel so good.”
“yeah? you like this? being man-handled like the brat you are?” he draws out, light breathy moans leaving his throat. “fucking lucky i don’t just f-fuck— aaughh—“ his grip tightens, his pace mean as he bullies his clothes cock up against your soaked panties. “fuck a baby into the cute tummy of yours..”
you moan loudly, high whimpers feeding straight to his cock.
it’s messy, and there’s a blossoming darkness on his sweatpants that’s mixed from your arousal and his.
you keen towards him, uncomfortable moans spilling from your lips against his ear.
“i—i'm gonna cum—“
and another.
and then...
you kick your feet behind you dwelling in the visual depictions playing out in your head.
a tiny, muffled squeak escapes your throat before you slam the tablet down for a second, face burning.
you've never really found the courage to initiate anything sexual with katsuki. it's not like you didn't want to, it was more that you were too nervous to even bring it up.
you were still a virgin. nothing particularly wrong with that, but the whole thing about sex, the fear of being so vulnerable in front of someone, it kind of scared you. reading about it on the other hand? watching porn? your twitter feed? all within your domain.
you’re halfway through another paragraph — the one where fanfic-katsuki fucks you— when you hear it.
the soft click of your bedroom door.
your whole body jerks.
the tablet nearly slips out of your hands.
you freeze, heart slamming against your ribs as katsuki moves through the dark, low and tired. you don't register he's slotted beside you.
you whip around so fast your blanket tangles around your legs. katsuki stands in the doorway, shirt hanging loose, hair messy from sleep, one hand braced on the doorframe. he squints at you, eyes adjusting to the glow from your tablet.
his gaze drops.
lands right on the screen.
you don’t even have time to lock it.
there’s a single beat of silence.
then another.
“…is that” he steps closer, brow twitching, “a fanfic?”
your soul leaves your body.
“no— i mean— it’s— i was just—” words trip over themselves as you slap the tablet to your chest like it’s something scandalous. “i wasn’t— it’s nothing!”
katsuki drags a hand down his face.
he walks to the bed… slow. deliberate.
“y/n,” he mutters, voice rough from sleep, “why’re you hiding it like it’s porn.”
your face bursts into flames.
“it’s not porn!” you whisper-shout, horrified. you measly press the tablet further into your lap, cheeks ablaze.
he raises a brow, smirking now because he knows he’s got you cornered. “right. so i didn’t just see my name in big-ass bold letters on the top of the screen?”
"it's not—“ you frown. “it’s nothing like that!”
katsuki grabs the tablet from your hands, and you immediately dive for it, but his arm holds you back. your cheek smushes itself against his bicep.
"give it back!" you yelp out, face red. your heart is plummeting to your stomach. he wasn't meant to know about this! he wasn’t meant to uncover the truth about your filthy hobbies, period.
katsuki’s left hand is generous when he swipes through the contents on the screen. "i saw my name, i think i deserve to know—“
there's this unforgiving silence. it swims in the fullness of your stomach, suffocating you into this embarrassing moment. you're moritified.
"pro-hero dynamight breeds you," he reads, almost too slowly, as if he's trying to decipher what he's even reading. he scrolls just enough to see the warning tags. "y/n? choking, piss-kink??"
he's silent when he skims the whole post. his grip on you faltering as he reads about him "creampie-ing" said depicted reader of the story.
you quickly lunge for the tablet, snatching it back. "katsuki! it's—it's not what it looks like!"
he's now giving you a skeptical look, shock masked beneath the furrow of his brows. "what. was. that."
you laugh, sheepishly, a loud one. "was just trying to read about the villain you defeated today, b-but i think that came up instead!"
you're avoiding all eye-contact. there's this tremble in your hands that tells him you're lying. he knows you are, because now you're breathing heavy, and doing that thing where you avoid all contact when nervous.
you carefully take a peep at katsuki to gauge for a response, but he's still giving you that disapproving look. like he's waiting for a better explanation. except you don’t have one.
you don’t say anything to that, your face burning as a mixture of self-disgust and unbearable embarrassment hangs in your chest. you feel tears well in your eyes at the realization of the situation.
"i—don't know.." you force out, voice similar to one where you get caught watching porn for the first time.
katsuki's eyes widen, quickly moving closer to you to peel your hands from your face.
“hey, hey," he's brushing your hair from your face now. he takes a moment to think about what he's gonna say next. though in your head, nothing that could be ever be said would help the devastation.
you’re still clutching the tablet like it’s some priceless artifact you need to protect with your life, but katsuki?
katsuki settles into the bed like he owns it, one arm thrown behind his head, eyes fixed on you in that way that makes your stomach flip. your eyes are disciplined in a way you force yourself to not look down, and further down to his v-line.
he nods toward the tablet, brows slightly tense.
“so, you really like reading that kinda shit about me?”
your entire body tenses. “i— it’s not— i just—”
“no y/n,” he cuts you off, “answer the question. be honest with me.”
you sink into your blanket like you’re trying to disappear. “katsuki…”
“what?” he shrugs, like he’s just talking about the weather. “you’re sneaking around, hiding from me.” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing playfully. “must be something in there you like.”
you feel your heartbeat in your ears.
you shake your head weakly. “no, it’s— it’s embarrassing.”
“yeah, no shit,” he laughs, “that’s why i wanna hear it.”
your face gets so hot you swear steam might be coming out of your ears.
“katsuki, stop…” you look away, completely avoiding his gaze. “i’d just rather drop it, you weren’t meant to see that.”
his smirk widens. he shifts closer, the mattress dipping under his weight, and suddenly his knee brushes yours. you swear your breath leaves your lungs.
“what?” he murmurs, voice softer, teasing but warm. “they makin’ me say shit i wouldn’t say?”
you choke on your spit.
he laughs under his breath - low, amused, way too pleased.
“or,” he leans in a little, eyes gleaming, “they making me do shit you wanna see?”
your heart explodes.
you shove your face into your pillow, muffling a sound that’s definitely too close to a whine. katsuki watches you with this stupidly fond look in his eyes, like he can’t believe how flustered you get over him.
after a moment, he gently tugs the pillow away from your face.
“hey,” he says quietly, still teasing but softer, “i ain’t making fun of you.” he pulls back, assessing your body reactions. “you know you’d feel a lot better if you talked to me about it.”
your eyes peek up, wide and nervous. you look away. "i just don't want you to hate me or think differently of me.”
silence fills the room, not too long before katsuki pulls you on top of him. a quiet squeak leaves your lips as he finds purchase on your hips.
"k-katsuki?!" you quickly plant your hands against his chest for stability. "what are you-"
katsuki moves his hips up against you, nice and deep, dragging your hips down. “dry-humping you,” he says, looking up at you through his lashes. “saw something about it in the filth you read.”
he runs an experimental roll of his hips up against the heat between your legs, making sure to drag out his movement to stimulate you. an unexpected sound leaves your lips in response, and you contemplate getting off and hiding in your hands, but the sight of katsuki beneath you, eyes staring at you with hunger has you frozen.
"you like that, huh?" he smirks, his cock immediately hardening up at the flushed look on your face — half-lidded eyes, eyebrows tensed, mouth open slightly.
katsuki notices the gears shifting in your head, your grip on his shirt tightening as you think. “hey, talk to me,” he says almost softly now.
your voice trips over itself completely. “i wasn’t—” you start again. i’m sorry … i want this. i’m just really embarrassed right now.” you blurt the words out so fast, it takes katsuki a moment to process what you just said. “i think im just a bit scared.”
you fall forward without meaning to, forehead bumping into his chest as your body gives up before your pride does. your fingers clutch into his shirt, knuckles tight.
“we don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to,” he says, hands purchased on each side of your shoulders as he gives you a reassuring squeeze. “wanna make you feel good, though. can i do that for you?”
you nod feverishly, definitely too fast. the decision pools in your lower stomach, a hidden want that blossoms through your embarrassment. “yes please,” you breath out, face still smush against his chest. “just not to rough, please.”
you already feel your purity identity floating away from you, an overwhelming feeling that fills you with the reminder that you have not done this before. even clothed. ever.
it engulfs you, and spills out in messy words. “waitwait! i— need to tell you something,” you push against his chest, so you’re sitting perched up. “i haven’t done this before, like at all. it’s my first time…” you’re already looking away from him.
katsuki laughs. “we’re not going to have sex, it’s fine.”
the silence is bullying its way onto your face. you have this undeniable frown on your face, an visible avoidance that speaks louder than any plea.
“wait.” katsuki’s hands move from your hips, a soft hand hanging on the middle of your back. “you mean…you’ve never even done this before?”
you nod shamefully, cheeks flaring and even deeper shade of red.
“i know it’s silly, and it’s ridiculous, but it’s just really scary,” you say slowly this time. “i’m not sure how to explain it, sorry if it’s a turn off.”
katsuki’s eyes softened. “i’m not shaming you,” he said, his tone convincing. “it’s not your fault— in fact i’m glad.”
you look up back to him. “are you sure! r—really?”
he nods. “yeah, because this will feel even better.”
katsuki’s hands are plush against your hips, fingers gentle against the fabric of your as he grinds up into you.
your eyes widen at the sensation, curious eyes staring down at where the head of his clothed cock keeps bumping purposefully against your sensitive bud.
greedy, held back moan swirls in the air, muffled by the back of your hand.
“does it feel good, y/n?” katsuki’s voice comes out a bit shaky, heavy as small sounds leaves his lips. you freeze at the sight of his face. his cheeks are flushed, eyebrows relaxed, red vermillion eyes fixed on the dark patch forming from his own end.
this feeling fills you, a pleasant warmth that travels down your stomach to your pussy. the sight of katsuki so focused, lips slightly open, quiet grunts filling the air, has your hand travelling down and down.
“feels really good kats…” you whisper out, fingers moving to push your shorts to the side so you could get closer. your floral, light beige underwear is now on show, copious amount of your arousal dampening the middle.
“fuck y/n,” katsuki groaned out, hips moving faster to feel you deeper. “you’re so wet, god you smell so good.” he can't stop his eyes from diverging down to your soaked panties, loud groans growing more desperate as his hips keep rutting against yours.
your face heats at his words, a tingling feeling swelling down to the pit of your stomach. "don't say such embarrassing things...!"
the motion stays fast — controlled, grounding, almost corrective. every time you tense up, every time you try to lift your head to glare at him—
another roll.
another interruption.
your words never make it past your lips. your mouth opens, closes, useless. your cheeks burn, frustration melting into flustered silence.
“you're so cute,” he breathed out, voice edged. “been waiting to do this with you."
you make a small sound, half-protest, half-defeat. "k-katsuki! t's too much!" your voice comes out high and weak, soft whimpers feeding his ear. you fall forward, your chest plush against his.
"i've got you, you're doing such a good job for me." his voice comes out broken, unrestrained.
he's enjoying this so much more than he'd imagine. this is better than any sex he's had, and all he's doing is fucking against your underwear. he can't get enough of how soft you feel or the way you react to his moments. in fact, he could get off to the sound of your moans.
katsuki shifts beneath you, angling his hips so he can put more power into his thrusts.
this new angle brings an overwhelming sensation feeds throughout your whole pussy, planting something more sensitive in the lower half of your body. trembles travel through your body, shaky hands moving further up katsuki's shoulders.
you become more aware of how loud you're getting, filthy moans overpowering his. and god, it does not help with how good katsuki smells; this warm, caramel musk that spurs you on.
your eyes blur with tears at the relentless rhythm of katsuki stimulating you with his erection. you feel yourself quickly approaching an orgasm.
“k—kat—katsuki! i’m hnngg—“ you feel the heat coiling in your tummy, building up. “i—i think imgoingtocum!”
“fuck... please... cum, cum for me,” he grunts. you feel his lashes brush your neck as his eyes flutter.
your arms wrap over his shoulders, pulling him closer. your eyes squeeze shut, suddenly overwhelmed tenfold. every part of you melts right then and there as you take his cock bumping against your folds right through your panties. every rhythmic grind of his hips brings an blinding friction to your poor throbbing clit.
your body starts to squirm more, and you can't help it. tears spill from your eyes, wetting katsuki's neck. your mouth lets out a drawn out moan that you don't recognise, a broken whimper that lets katsuki know you're very close. that hot feeling inside is reaching a boiling point.
you can't handle it, it's too much.
all you can do is whimper loudly, and cling to him harder.
“yeah… you're getting close, huh?.”
“i-i feel like i'm going to e-explode” you whine, measly words falling out of your grasp in this moment. one of your hands flies up and laces in his hair. your fingers clench into a fist, giving the strands a sharp tug.
the words rush out of you fast, your eyes close, eyebrows furrowing at the pressure building.
his hands stay firm on your hips, keeping you exactly where you are. his grip tightens, before he rocks you back and forth over his hardened bulge.
“y-yeah? gonna make you cum?” he says, voice cracking at his own pleasure. “gonna let you, fuck— cum over my cock?”
you nod frantically, feeling the sensitivity of your bud catching itself over katsuki’s clothed tip.
“i can feel—i can..!” your teeth find their way to katsuki's neck, shuddering against him. they sink in, muffled moans coming out broken as you wrack with pleasure. your orgasm rips through you, turning your brain into mush.
euphoria rushes through you. a little breathy whine erupts from your lips. your back arched off the bed, but he keeps you cradled against him securely.
the whole time you’re cumming, he’s still humping you, losing control of his own rationality. you sob at the overstimulation, letting him handle you by the hips. this dull pleasure drags out, your bud pulsating from the friction. your teeth shift lower around his neck, and you suck, tongue slobbering over his skin.
katsuki's hips twitch, holding you down and his grip tightens. katsuki lets out the loudest moan you’ve heard so far, a faint cry in his tone. his arms tighten up around your frame as his fingers dig into your malleable flesh.
"f-fuck!" katsuki whimpers loudly at his stimulated neck. "k-keep doing that..." the last syllable of his sentence cracks. his movements are more frantic now that he can feel his own orgasm spilling over.
his hands now, move from rocking your hips, snuggling themselves hard around your back. he plants two feet solid on the bed, his strong arms moving your whole body to meet his ruts.
you continue biting, suckling on the same spot on his neck. and that seems to absolutely send him over the edge. his hips jolt forward in random twitches now, copious amounts of precum mixed with your own arousal painting his sweats.
his grip on you tightens, a loud moan ripping from his throat as he grinds against your slick panties throughout his whole orgasm. thick ribbons on cum stain his boxers, seaming through the material and collecting at the front of his sweats.
you’re still shaking and you can feel katsuki slowly moving against you. there’s this disgusting sound of slick from the both of you that fills the empty silence.
“katsuki, need a moment..” you plead out against his shoulder. you wipe your sensitive tears with the back of your hand, face warm with the floaty feeling that settles throughout your body.
katsuki pulled you back so you’re sitting fully straight again. his rough hands move to cup your cheeks, a soft look lingering within his eyes. “you did so well,” he starts off. “don’t think i’ve came that hard before.”
you let out a weak laugh. “me neither,” you pause. “or at all…” you look to the side, the shame from earlier hovering within your chest.
katsuki notices and his brows furrow. “hey.” his thumbs wipe the remainder wetness from your cheeks. “it’s okay. if you're still talking about the whole fanfiction thing, i don't care."
"it's still embarrassing," you mumble.
"you're an adult," he says. "if anything, it's normal. and here i was out here thinking you were a prude." the sentence ends with a light chuckle from the both of you.
you slowly lie on your back, rolling off him. "that's what everyone thinks." you stare up at the ceiling. "i've never done that with anyone before."
a comfortable silence swallows the room, the distant hum of the fan whirling in the back. you stretch your body out, a quiet groan coming from you, weak limbs sinking into the seats. your shirt rides up a bit, and katsuki's eyes already cast downwards. "y/n."
you gaze up at him, clumped lashes petting your cheeks as you blink. "yes?"
katsuki's already moving downwards, positioning himself between your thighs.
and god. this proximity of his face to your cunt has him hard again. the smell of you fills his senses, and his hands are already moving at your inner thighs.
"can i..." his eyes follow yours, seeing your brows tense. "can i please eat you out."
your eyes widen. "w-we just... we just came!" your hide your face in between your hands.
katsuki's mouth salivates at the dark patch where your thin shorts meet in the middle. "i also saw about it in the fanfiction," he says blankly. his chin is now resting on the plush of your thigh. "it'll feel so good. i promise."
he's staring up at you, hungry eyes waiting for a response. his left hand thumbs your hip carefully, and you're contemplating the weight of the situation to the want of katsuki's tongue on you. the idea turns you on, undoubtedly, but what if you do something wrong? what if he doesn't like how you taste?
"you're doing it again."
"doing what?" you frown.
"that thing where you're overthinking again," he hummed, pulling back a bit to give you space. "whatever's in your head, i promise is just in your head."
"i-ugh... it's just-" you breath, finding a way to word things. "okay, what if you don't like what you see?" you have not shaved, and you haven't had your 'everything' shower.
katsuki shifted back onto his knees, now eye-height with you. "you don't know that."
you fiddled with the fabric of your shorts. "i think i do."
"i know i'll like what i see because it's you."
your eyes widen, mouth slightly agape. you scan his face for any trace of a white lie, but he's dead serious. you try to speak, but the words don't come prepared at all. "i haven't shaved."
"okay..?" katsuki laughed. "and the issue is?"
you shook your head. "...meaning you might not like it?"
"oh my god y/n, i do not care about some hair. i don't care about those types of things."
you pause, replaying his words. "are you telling the truth or just trying to get in my pants."
he nodded. "i'm telling the truth," his hands are now moving down. "and besides, i think it'd look really pretty."
you think about it, just like how you've thought about katsuki fucking you. your stomach swirls with a desire that can only be answered by him. you suck in a breath through your teeth. "...just wait."
you slowly pull down your shorts, feeding the material from your feet. a tang of insecurity and worry drowns you when katsuki's eyes linger on your center for too long, eyes moving along the curve of your legs to the plump of your lower stomach.
"can i?" his fingers rub your inner thigh, eyes fixed on your panties.
you nod meekly, throwing your hands over your eyes. "go ahead.."
katsuki then leans in so his nose is just hovering over your cunt. he closes his eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh. "you smell so good." his tongue lays itself flat over your panties, prepping you almost. "so wet from just grinding on me, huh."
you shot a glare downwards at him, face red. "j-just get on with it!"
you didn't mean to snap at him, but the way time was stretching, and the proximity of katsuki's breath hot on your panties, had you frustrated.
"you don't have to ask me twice."
katsuki's fingers carefully pried your panties to the side, eyes heavy on the sight of your sopping pussy. his fingers reached to play with your folds, spreading them apart to see the slick of your arousal.
"...you're beautiful.." katsuki glanced up at you, red eyes burning into yours before leaning in to give your clit a soft kiss. uncharacteristically so.
you tried to respond, but the words fell silent in your throat. there was this pounding heat that resonated throughout the forefront of your head, cheeks blazing at the density of the situation.
"this pussy is so pretty," he groaned out before diving in.
he started off with gentle kitty licks, eyes fixed on yours as if he was assessing your reactions. the sensation felt foreign, completely different the pads of your fingers. he created a rhythm of licking from your hole to your clit, slow movements making you writhe under his hands.
the stimulation from earlier was bringing a dull feeling to your stomach. it was blunt, but overbearing. it didn't take long for a blossoming sensation to settle in the pool of your stomach.
"u-use your-" katsuki's mouth fully latched onto your clit, his soft lips suctioning the sensitive bud. "hnnghh!"
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a string of cries leaving your throat unquenched. his tongue flickered around the area, moving in a circular motion that made your toes clench.
"f-fuck! k-katsuki!"
your hands found his hair, pushing him deeper into your soaking region. sob-like whimpers escaped your lips, working in harmony with the filthy sounds below you.
katsuki ate like a man who was starved. his eyes were now closed, brows furrowed in concentration. you could feel the soft pattern on him breathing through his nose on your pelvis.
he mumbled praises into your pussy, muffled whimpers of his own vibrating against the sensations overwhelming you already. he swore he could savor this memory of you forever. the way you taste, the way you look, the way you smell. just you.
your orgasm was reaching its peak, indestructible with your boyfriend's starved tongue movements on your pathetic clit. instinctively, your legs closed around his head, locking him deep against you.
lost in the pleasure, you felt the bed shift beneath you in uncoordinated movements. through teary eyes, you saw katsuki's hips gutting softly into the mattress, needy grunts merging against your heat. he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
katsuki needily pushed your knees back against your stomach, putting pressure against the back of your thighs. he perched himself so his face was deeper, more sensual.
the knot blazing inside of you exploded, a rushing feeling wrecking throughout your whole body. your hips moved against his face greedily, desperate movements chasing the height of your orgasm.
"oh my god..! iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!" your movements stilled against the frantic motions of his tongue. "c-cumming!"
a white blinding tingle flooded you, knees tighten around katsuki’s skull. your back arched off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as his tongue never relented. slow, meaningful licks dragging out the pleasure as much as possible.
your body flopped back, boneless against your own will. your cheeks were damp with tears, face flush from overstimulation. your chest rose up and down, heavy with exhaustion.
katsuki pulled himself away, the bottom half of his face slimed with your arousal. carefully, he tugged your underwear off, chucking it into a basket, and giving your hips a few pats.
“you still alive?”
you slowly nodded your head, before following up about whether katsuki had orgasmed or not.
“do you want me to..?”
katsuki shook his head. he pushed himself back onto his knees, leaning back on his heels. “don’t worry about it.”
your eyes traced the saturated, darkened patch spreading fresh on his sweats. your eyes widened in shook.
“how?”
katsuki laughed. “from you.” then, he moved up towards you. brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “came from how pretty you were.”
“stop it katsuki," you mewled, rolling over on your stomach to hide your face. "i guess you really didn't care about what i had going down there."
You felt him shift behind you, weight settling warm and solid at your back. His palm slid slow and deliberate between your shoulder blades, thumb tracing idle circles like he wasn’t the same menace who’d just called you out. A low huff of laughter brushed your ear.
“i like what i saw,” he muttered, voice smug. “it's real cute down there as it is up here.”
"yeah, thanks, whatever.."
a part of you flourished in the idea of katsuki appreciating you for you, a new branch of comfortability growing within your relationship with him.
"so...fanfiction, huh."
you groaned, face burning. “stop bringing it up, i told you it just came up- ”
“mm.” his fingers hooked gently into the hem of your shirt, grounding, familiar. “yeah i believe you.”
before you could sink further into mortification, katsuki leaned down, forehead pressing into the back of your neck. his voice softened - still teasing, but fond, like he was smiling into your skin.
“relax. ain’t mad.” a beat lingered in the air. “if you like it, then you like it.”
He shifted closer, arm draping over you, hand warm against your side as he tugged you back just enough that you couldn’t disappear.
“next time,” he added quietly, lips brushing your hair, “you could just ask me instead of reading some knockoff version. i'm better than him.”
you felt him smirk, but the way his thumb kept moving, slow and steady, told you everything you needed to know.
you were safe, adored, and very much his. maybe next time you read a fanfic about him, you'd have to bring it up with him.
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