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late night — suna rintarou

⋆˙⟡ suna rintarou x f!reader (18+)

⋆˙⟡ cw: biting, praise, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, a bit of aftercare. (first postttttt)

despite his best efforts, suna’s practice went on later than he expected.

it’s late at night, just a little past 10:45. yet you still want to greet your boyfriend when he comes home, you try to fight through your tiredness, despite your eyes fluttering shut every few minutes. a creak coming from the bedroom door captures your attention.

“baby” suna whispered into the room, being careful not to make too much noise as he slowly creped in. “are you awake?” he asked, you stirred awake, eyes adjusting to the darkened room. you reach your hand out, coaxing him to lay beside you in bed “c’mere” you murmured.

suna made quick effort to rid himself of his shirt, choosing to sleep with with just boxers and sweatpants. he slips under the covers into your shared bed, settling behind you. resting his hand on your hip, drawing circles under your (his) shirt. occasionally dipping under the waist band of your underwear. his breath tickling your neck as he asked, “did you stay up for me?” he brings his hand to your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “i almost fell asleep trying,” you replied. suna let out a small laugh at that. he leaned forward, slowly peppering kisses below your ear. your breath hitched as his tongue began lapping in slow strokes. you brought your hand up to his head, letting your nails comb through his freshly washed hair. “aren’t you tired?” you asked, “m’never tired for you” he replied, fingers traveling from your hip, to your stomach.

a small gasp escaped from your parted lips. your skin began to heat up as his fingertips reached the underside of your boobs. along with his leg sliding in below yours, his thumb occasionally grazes your nipple. heat pooled to your stomach as you rutted your pussy along his clothed thigh. with a small tug of his hair, you arched your neck and pressed your lips with his, swallowing a groan that escaped from his throat. his hand movements again going lower, thumb playing with the band of your underwear “can i?” he asked softly. your ass pushing back into his already hard bulge was the confirmation he needed.

you let out a small hiss as the cold air wrapped around you, suna urgently slid your underwear off and discarded it somewhere in the dark of the bedroom. his following quickly after. his left hand settled behind his head as his right arm pressed into your thigh, slowly urging you to open them up. you can feel his cock pressing up against your back and pre cum smearing between your bodies. “i missed you rin,” you purred as his index finger made contact with your clit, already dripping against him. “i didn’t mean to come back late again,” he sighed. curling his first two fingers into your pussy, thrusting in and out. you let out a whimper as your walls welcomed him in, hips pushing back desperate for more. “couldn’t wait to come home– fuck you’re soaked already“ he stammered out. “please, i need to feel you,” you urged. suna pulls back his fingers, placing his hands under your legs to hold you open for him. reaching between, you guided his cock to your core, his leaking tip making contact with your heat. a mewl tumbled out of you when he inched his way in. “just let me take care of you baby” he said, slow strokes as he bottomed out.

he pressed another kiss to your neck. teeth grazing your skin then sinking them in. he pulled his hips back just to make contact with yours again and again, in deep thrusts. your pussy fluttering around suna’s cock, dripping onto both of your thighs. with his mouth leaving a trail of marks, he pulled off groaning, “still so tight.” his strokes became reckless. your stomach heating up again, breath hitching as you moaned “hah– so good rin– feels so good.” your eyes closed and head titled back into the pillow. he sucked in a breath, his cock pulling in and out, filling you up so perfectly. the pressure between your thighs growing stronger with each trust, your fingernails reached out and clawed at his forearm. his cock sliding in and out of your walls.

“it’s– ah– too much” you cried out, so close to the edge. “rinnie please, you’re so deep.” his cock hitting the most sensitive parts in your wall, soaking him with all of your juices. his grip on your hips, tight enough to leave bruises. “c’mon pretty girl, you can take it. you always do” he said as he thrusted harder into you, “you always take it so well for me.”

his praise going straight to your pussy, clenching around him harder. he can already feel how close you are, how your body tenses up. his hand reached your clit and began rubbing tight, fast circles. he needed you to cum on his cock, make a mess. “rin– fuck” your voice muffled by the pillow “i know, i know” he cooed, pointer and middle finger rubbing faster, “just let go for me baby.” on command, you let out a high pitched cry as your body convulsed. your back arching into his chest and your walls clenching around his cock. pussy soaking him. he pushed his head further into the crook of your neck, trying to drown out his own noises. “fuckk– i’m gonna come” he choked out, hips stutter as he came with a groan. his hot seed leaking into you in spurts. he kept trusting into you, milking his cock as your body shakes from the overstimulation.

your head lulls to the side as a smirk twitches against suna’s lips. he pulled his cock out slowly, entranced by how his cum leaks out of your sticky folds. you let out a whimper at the empty feeling. your senses slowly coming back, noticing how thick the air in your bedroom feels. he lifts his head up, making sure to get a good look at your face, slowly stroking your cheek. your skin was glistening, lips parted and your eyes heavy, half-lidded with a blissed out sparkle. “cute,” he let out a soft chuckle at your dazed state, “maybe you should miss me more often,” he said.

“i can’t believe you waited for me. don’t you have an early morning tomorrow?” he questioned, moving out of the bed and reaching for a towel to clean you up with. you turned to face him, “i do” you replied, voice hoarse as you pulled the blanket right up to under your nose. “but i missed you more.”

[deepsummitfate]

an: eijiro filming you bouncing on his dick to send to katsuki while he's on a mission overseas..

[recording started]

"f-fuck, yea, just like t-that.." eijiro moans, one hand digging into your hips while the other holds his phone in his hands. the camera a little shaky, but you two both don't care.

you're bouncing up and down eijiros chubby length. his thick tip plunges deep into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl.

"e-eiji! so biiiig!" you whimper, both hands placed on his chiselled chest, he lets out a breath. the lewd sounds of your skin slapping and your wetness fill the microphone. your eyes squeeze shut, letting the feeling of eijiros cock take full control of you.

"say hi to– fuck! shit, just like that–! katsuki baby." eijiro groans, his hips snapping up softly to meet your bounces. a creamy ring around his cock and sticky, gooey lines of your arousal mixed with eijiros pre are shown clinging to yours and his thighs with every bounce you make. "o-oh suukkkii.. miss yooouu." you whine out, grinding yourself down on eijiros cock – you let out a high pitched moan and he lets out a deep groan.

eijiro repositions the phone as you begin your movements again, his free hand moves it's way to your sensitive little clit; his thumb pressing down hard on the numb, making you gasp. "mffgh– fuck!!" you curse out, head lulling backwards.

"see how m-much a dirty girl she is? f-fuckin' makin' a mess– o-oooh, fuck, gonna cum." eijiro groans from deep in his chest. his thumb quickens it's circles and you moan out. "ei– ei– mmffg fuck! y-yes, yes ,yes. 'm cumming! 'm cumming!!" you sob out, your hips still and eijiros begins to thrust up into you to finish the job. you let out a silent scream, your thighs shaking as your pussy tightens to cream around the chubby, thick length of eijiros cock.

"s-she's so messy for us k-kats. we miss– oh fuck, cumming!" eijiro stills his hips upward, spurting ropes and ropes deep in your creamy pussy. you whine at the feeling of his hot cum inside before you fall down on his chest. eijiro moves the phone downward to show where the two of you are connected still; taking in a good shot of your pussy now leaking out all of eijiros cum. eijiro's hand lands a soft slap! on your ass, making you whine into him. he moves his phone camera back up so katsuki can see you fucked dumb and drooling on eijiros chest. the red head smiles towards the camera.

"we miss you kats, can't wait for you to be home!"

[video ended]

an: and katsuki jerked himself off so hard that night in his hotel room also thank u all for 500+ followers :'') big smooches for all!

[deepsummitfate]

Oh my god hyperspermia izu and you giving him a handjob while focusing on the EXTREMELY SENSITIVE chubby tip 🙏🏼🙏🏼 hes sooobbing and hiding in your neck

an: shut up. oh my god yes anon.

"h-hic! mmfgg t-too sensitive.." izuku cries softly, his tears wetting your shirt as your hand jerks at his tip quickly. his pre is oozing all over your hand, coating it in the sticky substance.

you're seated on his thick thighs, whispering soft things into his ears. "shh.. it's okay izu. 'm gonna make you cum, okay?" you coo softly and he sniffles, raising his head from your shoulder to look at you. his emerald eyes are glossed over, fat tears fall down his cheeks while you massage his tip thoroughly.

"'m can't. t-too sensitive.." he whispers, hips bucking up into your fist that's wrapped around him. his tip is red and leaking soooo much now, he's so painfully hard it looks like it hurts :(

"well do you want me to stop then, baby?" you ask, removing your hand from his dick and his eyes shoot wide open. "no, no, no! j-just... no teasing.. wanna cum please!" he begs, his hands grip onto your hips. you hum and bring your hand back onto his chubby cock, stroking him once again. alllll the way from the tip to his thick base.

he chokes out, gasping at the stimulation once more, he's burying his face in your neck again. his hips continue to buck up into your hand and you quicken your strokes, squeezing your fist around him more that it has him seeing stars.

"o-ohmgod. gonna c-cum.. c-cum.. c-cumming!" you watch his head fall back, his hips jerk upwards and large ropes of gooey, thick, creamy cum spurt from his tip. he lets out the loudest of whines while his thighs shake. the cum pools in his lap, each spurt slowly gets shorter and shorter until there's no more.

he lays back against the bed and you lean down and kiss his tip, he lets out a soft whimper. "now that's my good boy."

now suddenly, his cock is hard again and leaking. who would've thought?

an: I love both subby and dominant izu, but writing him subby while you're jerking him off feels so right. I feel like the only time he'd be dominate is when he's trying to breed you or just he's fucking you. I'd say he's a pleasure dom when you to aren't going at it super rough ykyk?

[rllyobsessedgirlie]

Kirishima is your friend group’s designated boyfriend.

He’s the only man unanimously approved to hang out with the girls without question. Not because he demands it, but because everyone trusts him completely. He naturally falls into the role of protector when he’s out with you and your friends. Casually stepping closer whenever a weird guy gets too comfortable at the bar or club. Most of the time, he doesn’t even have to say anything. One look at his height, his broad shoulders, and his calm-but-unmoving presence is enough to make them back off.

He’s also the boyfriend you call when the night is over. When heels hurt, makeup is smudged, and everyone’s tired and giggly, Kirishima is already on the way. He makes sure no one gets left behind, driving you all home safely—or back to your shared apartment, where air mattresses and extra blankets are already laid out for a big, hungover sleepover. He removes your makeup and manoeuvres you into some pyjamas before he cuddles a drunken you to sleep. There’s always water, painkillers, and a loose plan for breakfast in the morning.

When your friend’s car became undriveable from a blown tire, she didn’t even hesitate. She called your boyfriend, Kirishima; panicked, but certain he’d know exactly what to do. Thirty minutes later, he showed up with a jack and a calm smile, rolling up his sleeves as if he’d done this a hundred times.

“I learned how to do it for y/n,” he said, tightening the bolts. “You never know when she might be in trouble.”

That’s just how he is.

Your friends compare every man they meet to him; whether it’s fair or not.

“He didn’t bring me home.”

“Kirishima would’ve checked if I got back safe.”

“He didn’t even offer to help.”

“Y/n said the first date felt magical…suggesting fast food is not magical.”

They groan dramatically.

Your friends say it all the time:

- “I’m waiting for my Kirishima to come along.”

- “Sorry, my standards were raised by Kirishima.”

- “y/n and Kirishima are basically our parents.”

Dividers by: @diviniyae

[grenadehearts]

꒰ 💌 mdni. kirishima won’t let his shy girl look away during missionary. . . ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

kirishima won’t let you look away, tangled within his muscular frame, all sweaty limbs and breathless gasps wrapped up in pure ecstasy. his body hovers above yours, casting shadows in the dim light spilling through the loose curtains and cool evening air. the sweet smell of vanilla wafts through the room, soft ribbons of smoke curling lazily from the incense he had lit only moments prior.

kirishima always makes sure the moment is sensual, wrapped in a lovesick haze—he’s a very romantic man at heart. and he holds yours with large, calloused hands adorned with various scars that trail up his arms, across his back, and toward his chest like inked medals, tributes to his life as a hero—a man very much capable of violence, yet all soft lips and hushed reassurance when he’s buried beneath the covers with you. his favorite place, he thinks. tucked away with you, lapping at your spoils, while you squirm beneath him, all pretty whimpers and trembling limbs.

the head of his cock traces your slick folds slowly, your pussy aching for his girth to finally stuff your needy hole full. his voice is low, a rasp that settles warm against your skin. you’re feverish underneath him, body practically molded to his, the way he keeps you close. voice rough yet it holds a softness reserved only for you, he’s demanding too—every time you squirm or let your gaze drift to the ceiling, nerves curling tight in your chest during this intimate, overwhelming moment.

“look at me.” he says it like a mantra with such authority that it only makes the wetness between your thighs pool further, the ache inside you growing louder. you shake your head weakly, but his cock pushes through your entrance now, your hole greedily welcoming him, swallowing him down to the base. he’s warm inside you, full in a way that sends a rushing sensation rushing through your body. you need him to move, need him to fuck you dizzy.

“mphm, kiri i need you to mo—”

he thrusts once, rutting his hips into you slowly—just enough to graze your sweet spot, sending a rush of white-hot pleasure through your body, before stilling almost immediately.

“like that?” he asks, voice strained, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to keep going.

his grin is wild, sharp, shark-like teeth glinting as the edges of his lips curl cruelly. he waits, blood-red eyes fixed on you, and even through the haze of lust you can feel the weight of his stare.

he’s waiting for you to cave.

you know he won’t give in until you look at him.

despite the urge to curl away and hide, you slowly turn, your eyes catching the velvet softness hidden within his stare. your heart—the very organ tasked with keeping you alive—beats so rapidly you fear it may give one final pump and finally surrender as you weakly meet his devoted gaze.

his soul seems to brim in the irises of his eyes, to spill from the pads of his fingertips—the same ones that catch your jaw the moment you falter and turn away again, burying yourself in the plush pillow where the faint scent of lilies lingers in the fabric from the detergent you’d washed it with.

his touch is warm as he cups your jaw, fingers pressing gently into your skin, thumb tracing idly over the softness of your bottom lip.

“look at me, i wanna see that pretty face.”

your cheeks bloom a deep red under his honeyed words. “shut up, you’re so dumb,” you mutter, completely flustered, shoving his hand away—but it only makes him chuckle. his face drops into the crook of your shoulder, deep crimson locks spilling forward, bangs falling into his eyes before he brushes them aside. he looks slightly disheveled, completely open for you.

his thumb presses against your lips before slipping past them, kneading gently at your gums as a boyish grin spreads across his face. “you’re so cute. you have no reason to be shy, baby… just keep looking at me, hm?” he murmurs. when he pulls his thumb free, saliva glistens along the pad of it. you bite down lightly, leaving behind faint marks from your teeth.

“she bites,” he says, something wild flickering across his expression.

his hands find yours, fingers interlacing as he pins them above your head, hips rocking into you with a steady, building rhythm. your eyes stay locked on him, both of you slick with heat, the sounds of him filling you echoing in the tight space between you. his thrusts turn fast, erratic—until he slows just enough to drag against your g-spot, chasing the way your breath stutters at the curve of him.

his forehead falls against yours, maroon strands spilling around you both like a curtain shielding you from the world outside your windows. one hand slips free to cup your face, thumb tracing soft circles into your skin. kirishima’s lips find yours again, his tongue brushing along the seam of your mouth, asking—before taking. you melt into him, breaths tangled, shared, stolen, given back all at once, inhaling each other’s oxygen, greedily consuming it. a perfect depiction of love.

his other hand leaves yours, drifting lower, finding the swollen bud of your clit. he rubs slow, light circles—barely there—but paired with the heat of his mouth, the wet press of his tongue, and the steady thrust of his cock, it’s enough to make your thighs shake. he smells like warm cedarwood and clean soap, layered with something faintly musky and lived-in, like he’s just stepped out of training, and it clings to him in a way that’s completely intoxicating—you’re drunk off his scent.

his movements falter just slightly, hips stuttering as your body tightens around him, pulsing.

“fuck…” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you. “she’s gripping me.”

his forehead presses harder to yours, almost too much. “you feel so good… look so pretty when you finish on my cock, my sweet baby,” he coos.

your nails dig into his broad back, crescent marks forming as you cling to him.

“gonna spill,” he mutters under his breath.

you wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let go. he glances down at you, breath catching, a half-laugh breaking free.

“you’re sure you don’t want me to pu—”

you only tighten your hold, thighs squeezing his torso.

he laughs, breathless, grin sharp and besotted with fondness, “greedy girl.”

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[crybaby-cinna]

a/n: need this big beefy man to suffocate me (word daddy used a couple times)

kiri finds you curled up in bed, under the blankets and clinging onto his pillow. you poke your head out and whine softly and he immediately starts pulling off his hero gear. he goes to grab sweats and you whine again, flipping the blankets off of you and reaching out to him.

“shh, i’m here baby. i’m here.” he walks over to you and crawls in bed.

he pulls you into his lap, brushing back you hair and looking over your face. he watches you slowly blink at him, the way your lip trembles and the way you’re slowly pulling him closer by his shoulders. he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tight as you burrow into his neck, his hair ticking your cheek.

“what’s wrong, sweet girl?” he rubs your back.

“i.. dunno.” you shake your head.

he feels your hot tears drip onto his skin. “it’s okay.” he brings a hand up to the back of your head. “i’m here baby.” he slowly rocks you in his arms.

“i want..” a whine and a roll of your hips. “just wanna feel you.”

“okay okay, i got you.” he whispers.

his hand on your head slides down to wrap around your waist and lift you off his lap a little bit. his other hand slips between your thighs, fingers dragging up and down your panties, cooing in your ear as he slowly starts to feel them dampen. you’re softly hiccuping and gasping into his neck, legs shaking as he slowly peels your panties to the side.

the first drag of his fingers through your honey pulls a whimper from your mouth. “daddy.” your cheeks burn and you press closer to him.

his arm tightens around your waist. “daddy’s got you, baby. you know i need to stretch you out.” he hums softly and slips a finger inside.

“mmm!”

he slowly fucks his finger into you, sliding a second one in while you moan into his neck with your fingers digging into his hair. his thumbs hooks up and rubs at your clit until you’re falling apart in his arms whining so pretty for him.

“lemme see you, pretty girl.” he slides his fingers out, rubbing them up and down your folds as you tremble.

you open your mouth just as he pushes his tip in, a moan falling out instead of words. he sinks you down on him, watching your eyes flutter as you suck him in. you try to lift up on shaky legs but he stops you and holds you against his chest. he rocks himself up, splitting you open, each drag out steals your breath.

“starting to feel better?” he rubs your back.

“mmmngh!” your mind slowly turning to mush at the way he fills you.

“yeah?” he coos. “just let every thought leave this pretty little head.” he starts to move his hips faster. “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” he groans softly at the way you squeeze around him.

he’s focusing on the way you react to every word, every movement, making sure you’re feeling the most pleasure possible. he’s kissing the side of your head, wrapping his other arm around you and slowly pulling you out of the crook of his neck.

“there she is.” he smiles. you’re looking down at him with glassy eyes, tear stained cheeks and scrunched brows as he fucks up into you. “you gonna cum for me?” he searches your eyes.

“mhmm.” you’re trembling.

“you can let go, angel. not going anywhere.”

you collapse against his chest, orgasm washing through every never in your body as he fucks you through it before filling you with ropes of cum until you’re leaking all over his lap.

“let’s lay back down and go to bed, hm?” he rubs your back and slowly slides the both of you down until your laying against his chest. “feeling a little better?”

“love you so much, eiji.” you cuddle into his warmth.

“i love you too.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

[kashimochi]

You’re All I Want

⊹ ࣪ ˖ think i like you best when you’re just with me and no one else

The exposed skin of your back is the only thing that Yuta can focus on right now. His eyes slowly trace down the curve of your spine, soaking in every small detail. He commits it all to memory, not knowing when another opportunity like this will come.

His fingers twitch in his lap. The urge to reach out and trail them along your skin runs deep, like he’s fighting off every muscle in his body that screams at him to touch.

His sits at the edge of your bed, hoping that you aren’t paying attention to his reflection in the mirror. Deep, blue eyes that look at you with desperation and want. Furrowed brows and a small pout on his lips. Like a puppy that waits for its owner’s attention.

“What do you think, Yuu?” You ask, doing a little spin to show off your cute dress. The hem lifts slightly, twirling with your movement.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts before you could even finish asking your question. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger and he doesn’t mind in the slightest. The second his eyes land on you it’s like all the words he wants to say get stuck in his throat.

“You look very beautiful, my love. That color suits you.” He manages to get out after a second.

Words really can’t describe how enamored he is with you. His pretty baby. If he had a say in the matter, Yuta would keep you here with him and kiss your pretty face until you got sick of him. But he can only beg and hope that you give in.

You walk over towards the bed, stopping right in front of Yuta. He parts his legs, pulling you in close by the hips. Tilting his head just a bit, the grip on your hips becomes a little tighter.

“Why not just stay home with me?” The little hint of desperation in his voice and the small pout that paints his face is sure to win you over. It does every time.

“Hey that’s not going to work on me this time, Okkotsu,” you say, bringing your hand up to give him a light tap on the cheek. Narrow eyes look back at him like you’ve got him all figured out. He likes to play this little game every time you go out.

“Yuta, my love. You call me Yuta,” he says, nuzzling into your hand that cradles his cheek. It’s almost too tempting to stay in with him, but you’re already dressed up and you’ve been excited for these plans all week.

“I’m just saying, Yuu. I’m not canceling on my friends last minute.” You lean down to give him a soft peck on the lips before turning to leave. A small smile makes its way onto your face. “Be good for me, okay?”

You’re only able to get a step away from Yuta before he’s pulling you back. Grabbing your jaw with delicate fingers, he captures you in a soft kiss. It’s slow like he’s savoring the taste of your lips—the sweetness of your lip gloss. The feeling of you against him. It’s hard to not pull you into his lap, but he needs to be good for you.

He lets out a deep sigh—almost like a soft moan into your mouth. Eventually, Yuta pulls away with much hesitance. Using his thumb, he wipes away some of lips gloss that got smeared.

A lovesick look on his face as he admires you. “Have fun.”

[crybaby-cinna]

a/n: cat!suki is so special to me - hc style

⋆˙⟡ always has a scowl on his face, even when your hand is buried in his hair

⋆˙⟡ super expressive ears, they twitch when he’s upset and angry or right when he’s about to cum, if you tug on the tip of his ear while he’s buried inside you he’ll cum instantly

⋆˙⟡ his ears are so sensitive and so soft and he loves when you rub your thumb right behind them

⋆˙⟡ he’ll stare at you so intensely until you pet him and then grumble about how it took you so long before he buries his head in your neck as you scrape your nails against his scalp

⋆˙⟡ he purrs but will never admit to it esp when he has his head in your lap, blink up at you as you smooth his hair and coo down at him and then you hear it, the little rumble in his chest and his cheeks go red and he turns and smushes his face against your tummy

⋆˙⟡ will nip and bite to get your attention, esp if you stop petting him he’ll nip at your fingers and then immediately start licking them and looking up at you

⋆˙⟡ likes to bite and mark you in general, he wants people to know you’re his and he’s yours

⋆˙⟡ in public his tail will automatically curl around your waist or wrist because he doesn’t want you to leave his side

⋆˙⟡ he follows you everywhere and when you bring it up he denies it with a click of his tongue but even when you go to the bathroom he’s waiting outside the shut door saying the both of you should just get rid of all doors in the apartment

⋆˙⟡ loves to bury his head between your thighs and eat you out while you tug him closer by the hair, leaves little bite marks all over your thighs and licks them better

⋆˙⟡ somehow you convinced him to wear a collar with your initial on it and then you jerk him off in front of the mirror, your hand wrapped tightly around his leaky cock and the other tugging on the collar and messing with the charm and he becomes a whiny, teary eyed mess in front of you

⋆˙⟡ loves missionary because he can stare into your eyes, rub his nose against yours, bury himself in your, rub his forehead and cheek against your face and most importantly for the way your nails dig in and slide down his back

⋆˙⟡ while he’s fucking you his tail usually wraps around your calf and slides up and down teasingly

⋆˙⟡ when you fall apart and hold him closer, burying your hands back in his hair and tugging on his ears he cums with a soft whimper and eyes squeezed shut

[crybaby-cinna]

a/n: i’m sad like eternally i want a break (word daddy used twice)

katsuki knows you’ve had a long week from the way you cling onto him, curling into his side while trying to roll him over on top of you. “quit it.” he grumbles. “i’m gonna crush you.”

“can you just..” you yank him. “please kats need to feel you on top of me.” a whine slips free.

“alright alright.” he pulls back and lifts up. “open these.” a light pat to the side of your thigh.

you part your legs and he settles between them, slowly lowering himself down until his arms are pressed into the mattress beside your head. you wrap your legs around his waist, arms going behind his neck and tugging him even closer. you bury yourself in his neck, inhaling deeply at his comforting scent and letting your fingers trail up into his hair at the nape of his neck.

“better?” you feel him start to settle on top of you.

“do you think you could just..” you wiggle your hips.

he sighs, breath fanning against your hair. “use your words.” his voice barely above a whisper.

“go inside.” you press a small kiss to his warm skin. “please.”

“you even wet?” he pulls back and looks down at you.

you blink up at him and nod, lip trembling as he starts to lower his sweats. “i want it all off.” your hands go to the bottom of his shirt. “wanna feel you.”

“okay.” his voice softens. “don’t go crying.” he cups your cheek, thumb brushing against the warm skin.

he tugs off his shirt, throwing it on the floor before he does the same with his sweats. he slowly peels your top off, eyes catching on the way your nipples pebble in the cool air. his hand slides down between your breasts, fingers curling around your sleep shorts before he pulls them off.

you part your thighs for him, grabbing onto his hand impatiently. he smiles down at you, wrapping his fingers around his half hard cock, stroking himself as he watches you squirm. he leans forward, tracing his tip through your folds, jaw clenching at how wet you already are. he brings his other hand down, thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he starts to push at your entrance.

“i’m here, just breath for me baby.” he slides in, watching the way your eyes glaze over and your lashes flutter. “there you go.” he bottoms out and leans back down over you, slowly pressing his weight down.

“katsuki.” you breathe out.

“look at me.” he murmurs, face hovering above yours. “i’m here.” he nods, dipping down to rub his nose against yours. he leans back and watches your lip tremble, the little scrunch in your nose as tears build on your water line. “you’re okay.” he shifts so he can hold your cheeks.

“i..” you hiccup and a soft sob escapes.

katsuki knew it was coming, only a matter of time and he’s waiting for that one word to escape your lips with a trembling voice. he never faulted you for it, knows it rarely comes out but some nights everything just becomes too much.

“daddy.” your chest tightens as you blink up at him, tears streaming down the sides of your face.

“daddy’s here.” he presses closer to you. “let it out baby.” his hips slowly start to rock.

“please.” you sniffle.

he leans down and presses his lips to yours, thumbs brushing away the tears on your warm skin. he’s not even moving his hips for himself but to give you a sensation to help ground you, to help you feel full, feel loved. he kisses the corner of your mouth, up your cheeks, kisses away some of you still flowing tears before he kisses across the crown of your head.

you hold onto his shoulders, nails digging in and leaving little crescents in his skin as he floods you with love. you don’t even notice the knot in your tummy but you feel when it comes undone, clinging to him and gasping his name, pulling him closer and thanking him over and over as he starts to fill you.

“just.. just stay inside.” your voice cracks.

“wasn’t planning on going anywhere.” he shakes his head, dipping down and pressing his lips to yours again. “though i’d prefer it if we flipped and you laid on my chest.” he whispers against your mouth.

“okay.” you crack your eyes open.

he gently rolls the both of you, nestling you onto his chest and pulling the blanket over you. you press a hand to the center of his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath you as you hide in his neck. he wraps his arms around you, slowly running his fingertips up and down your spine as you settle.

“i love you.” he whispers.

“i love you.” you press a small kiss to his neck.

[savaee]

꒰ঌ 𝒮𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐱𝒞𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ໒꒱

ೀ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𑣲 𐔌 𝟑,𝟕𝟖𝟓 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊ ꒱

ೀ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𑣲 𐔌 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 ៸៸ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 ៸៸ 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ៸៸ 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ៸៸ 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ៸៸ 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ៸៸ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊ ꒱

ೀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 𑣲 𐔌 ❝ 𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙊, 𝙄𝙕𝙐𝙆𝙐. ❞ 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊ ꒱

izuku absolutely adores that you’re a crybaby, brought to tears over everything and anything. it gives him the perfect excuse to curl you tight in his arms, peppering sweet kisses across your hairline while you play in his green curls and let your hot tears trickle down his neck. when your emotions get particularly overwhelming, you beg him to cockwarm just to feel him stretching and filling you up to ground you—and izuku is more than happy to keep you comfortably perched on his lap, brushing your hair back, cooing softly, and holding you steady as you slowly calm down together.​

even when he’s busy grading papers at his desk, he lets you nestle snugly between his thighs to suck on him, murmuring endless praise while you hum sweetly around his length. afterwards, when you inevitably tear up all over again—hiccuping and sniffling as you tell him through happy sobs how thankful you are and how he'll always be your hero—izuku just pulls you onto his chest, flushed bright red and kissing away every last tear 𐔌🎀

credits fully go to @cinna-creme ! original post and idea came from themmm !!

​The desk lamp cast a warm, golden pool of light across the stack of hero agency reports and student assessments sprawled across Izuku’s desk.

It was late, the quiet hum of the apartment blanketed by the gentle patter of midnight rain against the windowpane. Izuku sat with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his green curls slightly messy from hours of running his fingers through them as he scribbled neat notes in red ink.

​Despite his focus, his attention was completely divided.

Nestled snugly between his lean, muscular thighs, you sat on the soft rug beneath his desk, your small frame curled inward as you rested your cheek against his knee.

​You were feeling overwhelming emotions tonight—the kind of tender, teary overload that often hit you after a long, stressful week.

Izuku, being the gentle hero he was, hadn't minded one bit when you crawled under his desk to be near him. In fact, he loved it. He adored how soft, expressive, and unapologetically affectionate you were. Izuku absolutely adores that you’re a crybaby, brought to tears over everything and anything. It gives him the perfect excuse to curl you tight in his arms, peppering sweet kisses across your hairline while you play in his green curls and let your hot tears trickle down his neck.

​"Izuku..." you sniffled softly, your eyes brimming with fresh, glossy tears as you looked up at him. Your voice was small, choked with a needy hiccup. "Can I... please?"

​Izuku paused his pen mid-sentence, looking down at you with wide, emerald eyes filled with unadulterated warmth. A bright, rosy flush spread across his freckled cheeks, but his expression softened instantly into that reassuring, earnest smile you loved so much.

​"Of course, love," he cooed gently, resting his heavy, calloused hand against the back of your head, his long fingers threading soothingly through your hair. "Whatever you need. I'm right here."

​With trembling, eager hands, you unbuttoned his trousers, pulling down his briefs to free his heavy, rigid length.

He was already semi-hard just from having you so close to his lap all evening. As his thick shaft sprang free, your breath hitched into a soft, shuddering sob. You leaned forward, opening your mouth wide, and took the broad, pre-cum-slicked head straight past your lips.

​"Ah—sweetheart," Izuku gasped softly, his posture straightening as his toes curled inside his socks. His hand tightened in your hair, not to force you, but to anchor himself as you began to take him in.

​Because you were already sniffling and crying, your mouth was extra wet and slick. You didn't hold back out of shyness; you took him deeply and sloppily, wrapping your lips tightly around his girth and letting out wet, sweet hums around his length. The combination of your soft, hiccuping sobs, the wet suction of your mouth, and the messy, uninhibited way you swirled your tongue over his sensitive underside drove Izuku wild.

​"You're... you're doing so good," Izuku whispered down at you, his voice trembling with a mixture of reverence and overwhelming arousal. He stroked your cheek, using his thumb to gently wipe away a hot tear that rolled down your face while you bobbed your head over his shaft. "So wet and sweet for me... m-mmgh, just like that, my love..."

​Every time a tear escaped your eyes, you’d let out a wet, muffled whimper against his shaft, your mouth working over him with a desperate, needy urgency.

Izuku’s breath hitched into ragged pants as you took him deeper, your hot spit slicking his whole length until it dripped down toward his base. He couldn't focus on grading anymore—the red pen slipped from his hand, rolling uselessly across the desk as he leaned over you, murmuring an endless stream of soft, adoration-filled praises into the quiet room.

​"Ah... god, you're so incredible... my sweet crybaby," he whined softly, his chest heaving as you took his entire head to the back of your throat with a wet slurp. "Look at you taking care of me... so pretty..."

​After making him leak and shudder around your lips until he was completely swollen and desperate, you pulled off his shaft with a loud, wet sound, resting your tear-stained cheek against his inner thigh. You were shaking now—the sheer emotional intensity of taking care of him, combined with your needy craving to feel close, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.

​"Izuku... I need you inside," you sobbed softly, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, your eyes red and shining up at him. "Please... cockwarm me. I want to feel you stretching me..."

​Izuku didn't hesitate for a single second. "Come here, baby. Up on my lap," he cooed, his voice dripping with unconditional sweetness.

​He hooked his lean, muscular arms beneath your armpits, hoisting your soft weight up effortlessly from the floor and bringing you into his lap. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into the warm crook of his shoulder and letting your hot tears trickle down his chest.

​Izuku shifted you until your bare, wet core was positioned right over his throbbing length. He guided his heavy tip to your entrance, easing you down so slowly, letting your tight walls stretch gradually over his broad width.

​A high, trembling cry tore from your lips as he filled you up completely, your internal muscles clamping tightly around his shaft as you sat flush against his lap.

​"Shh... I've got you. I'm right here, my love," Izuku whispered gently into your ear, his large hands cupping your lower back and pressing you firmly down against him.

He didn't thrust.

He stayed completely still inside you, letting his scorching heat and massive size ground your frantic, emotional energy. "Feel how big I am inside you? I'm completely yours."

​"I-Izuku..." you hiccuped into his neck, your chest heaving against his as your hands tangled tightly into his soft green curls. "It feels... so full... so safe..."

​"I know, sweetheart. Just let it out," he cooed softly, peppering a dozen feather-light kisses across your hairline, your temple, and the tip of your wet nose. He held you steady, his broad chest rising and falling in deep, soothing rhythms that mirrored his heartbeat. "Cry all you need to. I'm holding you tight. I won't let you go."

​For long minutes, you simply perched on his lap, cockwarming him in the warm glow of the desk lamp. Every time your body trembled with a soft sob, your inner walls fluttered around his thick length, causing Izuku’s breath to hitch into quiet, needy groans against your neck. Yet, despite how hard he was, he kept his promise—brushing your hair back, petting your back, and whispering sweet, grounding praise until your frantic sobs slowly turned into quiet, peaceful hiccups.

​Once your breathing finally leveled out, the sensation of him sitting thick and unyielding inside you began to ignite a different kind of heat. You shifted gently on his lap, rolling your hips forward just enough to drag his thick head against your sensitive internal sweet spot.

​Izuku let out a low, breathless gasp, his broad hands tightening on your waist. "A-Ah... baby?"

​"Move with me, Izuku... please," you whimpered against his lips, your eyes still glossy with lingering tears.

​Izuku flushed a deep, vibrant crimson all the way to the tips of his ears, but he nodded eagerly. He began to lift you up and lower you down in slow, agonizingly sweet thrusts, filling you completely with every downward roll of your hips. The slow-burn rhythm was pure, unadulterated bliss—every stroke deep, possessive, and dripping with love.

​"You're... you're so tight, baby," Izuku panted into your mouth, his tongue tasting the salt of your tears as he kissed you deeply, passionately. "So soft... god, I love you so much..."

​The friction built steadily, the wet sound of your slick core meeting his thighs echoing softly beneath the desk. You held onto his broad shoulders, arching your back as a fresh wave of overwhelming love washed over you. The pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, pushing you straight over the edge.

​"Izuku! I'm—I'm coming!" you cried out, your internal walls clamping down in violent, rhythmic contractions around his length.

​Feeling your climax milk him threw Izuku over his own limit. He let out a loud groan, his hips snapping upward three fast, heavy times before burying himself as deep as he could go. He locked his arms around your back, burying his face into your neck as he shuddered violently, spilling his hot, thick release deep inside your pulsing core.

​Afterward, the room returned to a soft, serene silence, broken only by the sound of the rain outside.

​You were still sitting on his chest, completely spent, fresh tears of pure happiness welling up in your eyes as you rested your forehead against his.

​"Hic... Izuku..." you sniffled softly, a watery smile breaking through your tear-stained face. "Thank you... thank you so much..."

​Izuku’s face was bright red, his green eyes shimmering with adoration as he looked up at you. "What are you thanking me for, silly?" he whispered, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

​"For... for taking such good care of me," you sobbed happily, burying your face into his neck once more. "You're... you'll always be my hero, Izuku."

​Izuku’s heart swelled so violently he thought it might burst.

He let out a soft, embarrassed squeak, his entire face flushing tomato-red as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you completely flush against his chest and burying his face in your hair, kissing away every last tear.

​"God, you're going to make me cry now," he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion as he showered your cheeks, forehead, and lips with a hundred sweet, breathless kisses. "I love you so much, my sweet girl. Forever and ever."

[slaiterrr]

hii! can i request bakugo and reader whose ovulating

𐔌 ovulation | k. bakugo .ᐟ ֹ ꒱ִ

ᝰ.ᐟ cw: 18+, fluff (?) + smut, ovulation, domestic intimacy, a LOT of physical touch, light teasing + degrading, grinding, fingering, brief finger sucking, dirty talk, praise, breeding kink ( talk only ! ), brief mention of pregnancy fantasies, needy!ovulating!fem!reader, soft/mean dom!katsuki, established relationship

ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis: today’s been a bit … different. you’re a lot more clingier, needier, and completely incapable of leaving katsuki alone — and this is how he deals with you !

ᝰ.ᐟ a/n 💬: wait, i’m ovulating right now — tmi 👀 ? ⤷ m.list ˎˊ˗

for some reason, you just can’t seem to let go of your boyfriend today. which, in itself, wasn’t unusual !!! you’re always all over him. but, what was unusual… was you.

katsuki barely makes it three steps out of the bedroom before your arms snake around his waist from behind, cheek pressing between his shoulder blades with a sleepy little sigh. “…mornin’,” you mumble into his shirt.

he pauses midstep, glancing down at the hands locked around him. “…it’s almost 12.”

“still morninggg.” you whine, rubbing your cheek against him.

he lets out a slow breath through his nose before continuing toward the kitchen, dragging you with him since you refuse to let go. “‘mornin’’ to you too, i guess.”

“people usually walk by themselves,” he then mutters, opening the fridge with one hand while you’re still attached to him.

“mm … don’t wanna.” you clutch onto him tightly and presses closer.

“clearly.” he reaches for the apple juice, and you manage to scoot even closer, forehead now resting against the warm fabric stretched across his back.

“…carry me ?”

“tch, no,” he snorts. despite saying that, one of his hands pats over yours where they’re clasped around his stomach and you smile to yourself.

after a moment, brunch is done, and katsuki is sitting at one end of the couch, phone balanced in one hand while the other lazily scratches at his jaw. but, you’re right back beside him on the couch, except beside quickly becomes halfway on top of him. it starts innocently enough, really ! your knee bumps his, then your shoulder, and then your head finds its usual spot against him, but he doesn’t say anything.

at least not until your arm loops around his middle. “…y’good ?” his eyes stay on his phone, but you know he’s paying attention.

you only nod against his shoulder, giving the smallest little hum before hugging him tighter. “mhm.” your legs are now draped over his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin while he scrolls aimlessly through his phone.

every few minutes, you shift and as time goes on, you shift again. “…quit wrigglin’.”

“I’m just getting comfortable …” you murmur, sinking deeper into him with a soft sigh, your shoulders relaxing while a content smile played on your lips.

“bullshit.” you only whine, pressing another kiss against the underside of his jaw, then another and another with a tiny nip at his skin. your thighs shift restlessly in his lap, your soaked panties just from a bit of movement dragging against him.

his thumb stops moving across his screen as his brows tug together, feeling how soaked you are. “…hell’s gotten into you,” he grunts, resting his chin against the top of your head despite himself.

you blink up at him innocently, “what do you mean ?”

“don’t ‘what do you mean’ me,” his crimson eyes narrow just slightly, studying your flushed face. “you’ve been glued to me since you woke up.”

“…have i really ?” your eyes search his for a second, genuinely surprised by your own behavior.

“yes,” katsuki gives you the flattest look imaginable before nodding once. “you have. you always are.”

“…oh,” you pause as your shoulder sink, your brows knitting together. “sorry.” you sound genuine enough that he almost drops it. almost. but, instead, he reaches up, pinching your cheek between two fingers. “quit apologizin’. what is it that you want, hm ?” he asks you, wanting to hear what exactly it is that you want. his tone was softer, turning you on even more.

you can’t tell if he’s doing it purposefully or not. so, you pout some more, scowling at him now. “i… i can’t help it.”

“…can’t help what ?”

you hesitate, shoulders lifting in the tiniest shrug before you move, hiding your face against his neck. “i just,” your voice comes out embarrassingly quiet as you finally admit to him. “i’m freaking horny, katsuki.”

“…that’s it ?” he rasps and you nod miserably. then he sighs dramatically with a roll of his eyes, tossing his phone onto the couch before wrapping one arm around your waist. “c’mere, baby.”

you don’t need to be told twice, you’re practically all the way in his lap now. he rests his chin back against the top of your head, fingers absentmindedly rubbing slow circles against your back before moving to your hips. “…anythin’ else goin’ on ? you still on your cycle ?”

you shake your head at both questions, nipping at your lip.

“promise ?” he coos, taking in how you look and another beat passes before he huffs a laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching upward despite himself. “holy fuck, you’re ridiculous.”

your lips pull into a stubborn little frown, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “…it’s not my fault i’m so attracted to you !”

“yeah ?” his tone is so flat, but flirtatious as he moves to peck your lips gently, earning a light smack against his shoulder for that. it barely hurts, making him chuckle. “c’mon.” he then hooks an arm beneath your knees, lifting you just enough to settle you properly across his lap.

you squeak softly, your legs instinctively opening as your back is now against his chest. your panties are already damp from how long you’ve been rubbing up against him, the fabric clinging to your slick folds. “there. better ?” he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates through your spine.

“…mhm.” you nod slowly, leaning back into his heat until you feel him kiss your neck softly, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes your toes curl.

“good,” he quietly mumbles to you before murmuring how much of a dirty girl you are, mixing sweet nothings with the kind of blunt honesty that makes your heart warm. “…fuckin’ clingy. you’ve been acting heat-struck all day, haven't you ?"

“only for you.” you scoff, though you're practically melting. you love the way he speaks to you, the way he deals with you, noticing every tiny detail like the shift in your mood and appetite. he’s telling you everything you want to hear, honestly.

“…yeah, yeah,” he snickers, a smirk evident in his tone before his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties. he lets out a low whistle, finding you dripping and swollen, your natural lubrication soaking through the cotton of your panties. he circles your clit lazily at first, teasing your sensitive bud until you're arching your back. “open up for me.” he then sinks two fingers deep inside your soaked cunt, scissoring and pumping them steadily.

the feeling of him filling you, stretching you, makes you whimper and clench tightly around his fingers. “o-oh, yes,” you gasp softly, your head falling back against his shoulder. you groan loudly as he works you open with steady strokes, his fingers curling upward.

he doesn't just stop there, tilting your head back to capture your lips in a series of sloppy, soft kisses. he groans into your mouth — devouring you. it’s all you been fantasizing about all day since you woke up; the weight of him, the scent of him, and the feeling of him inside of you. after a couple of moans into each other’s mouths, he pulls back just an inch, his breath hot against your lips while his fingers still pump inside of you.

“look at you,” he rasps in your ear, his voice dropping an octave. “been holdin’ this in since you woke up. why couldn’t you just tell me, hm ?”

you start to babble, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a pathetic, needy rush, your mind completely clouded by the friction of his fingers. “i-i just ... i dunno. i need you, katsuki, please. i just want you inside …!”

he lets out a low, mean chuckle, his fingers curling upward to hook firmly against your g-spot. he begins to pump faster, the sound of wet, squelching friction filling the room. “you’re a mess. so soaked it’s fucking disgusting—,” he murmurs, though the way he’s grinding his hips against your backside tells a different story.

“d-don’t be mean !” you cry out, your head tossing back against his shoulder while you cut him off. “you didn’t even let me finish, baby. i love your mess.”

the praise makes you whimper, your body arching into him. suddenly, he withdraws his fingers with a wet schlick, leaving you feeling suddenly empty and aching. before you can whine about it in protest, he brings his dripping fingers to your lips. “suck ‘em,” he commands softly, his voice low and condescending.

you obey instantly, your lips parting to take his fingers into your mouth. you swirl your tongue around them, tasting the salty, sweet musk of your own arousal mixed with his scent. you’re making needy noises in the back of your throat while he watches you with a heavy lidded gaze, moaning almost mockingly as you suck on him. he then reaches down with his other hand, gripping your swollen clit and rubbing it harshly.

he lets out a sharp exhale when you release his fingers with a wet pop, his now free hand goes to grip your waist tight as he continues to rub you. “fuck, you’re so nasty,” he whispers, though the tone is purely affectionate. then, he slides his fingers back inside you all at once, deep and sudden, making you cry out.

this is all too much. you’re practically sobbing now, your hips jerking uncontrollably against his hand. “mmm..., k-kat ! c-c !—” you let out a muffled scream against his fingers as your thighs tremble and your pussy flutters hard around his fingers, your orgasm comes rolling through you in wet pulses that soak his hand.

eventually, you calm down a bit and he feels you shifting against him again. your hips roll in slow, needy circles, the wet heat of your pussy grinding down on the now hard line of his dick through his sweats. you can feel how much he’s grown for you, thick and straining. “…baby.” you lift your head just enough to look at him through your glossy eyes.

“…mm ?” he asks, staring down at you with a soft exhale from how worked up he got while cleaning your mess off his fingers. “what now ?”

“…put a baby in me, pretty please.”

“what ?” he freezes, his breath hitching as he looks at your flushed face and blownout pupils looking at him so seriously. he can smell the sweetness of your ovulation, taste it even after he licked his fingers clean. he lets his head fall back against the couch while he feels you grind your still-soaked core right against the head of his dick through his sweats. “you’re killin’ me,” he grits out, his hand gripping your hip tight to hold you there, letting you feel the sheer size of him pulsing through the fabric. “you really want it that bad ? you want to be knocked up that bad and carry our brat that much ?”

“yes ... please ... please just fuck me,” you whimper, rubbing yourself frantically against him, desperate for the friction, desperate for the release that he's teasingly withholding. “please… can we fuck ?”

“nah,” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips even as he’s visibly sparking from the effort of not losing it. “i think i’ll just let you suffer a little longer. show me how much you want it, baby.”

you groan dramatically, lightly hitting his chest because you don’t want to hurt your boyfriend, do you ? you then pout before finally whining, “at least let me suck !”

[katskelise]

ᢉ𐭩 one night stand with pro hero dynamight ?!

when you wake up, your mind is fuzzy. you bat your eyes open and the sunlight filtering through the curtain is enough to make you groan when it lands on your face. you try to toss your body on its side so you can get back to sleeping, but you notice something heavy keeping you from doing so. you rub your eyes and heat crawls up your neck when look down and see a big arm around your middle.

your eyes widen and that's when you finally take a moment to look around to see this room is not yours. these fancy sheets are not yours, the light scent of caramel and sweat is not yours its also when you turn your head back to see a man breathing softly behind you. his hair is messy, falling over his forehead, he's got no shirt on, and on his jaw lies something that looks awfully similar to the lip combo you had on last night. you rack your brain to try to remember what you had been doing the night before, how you ended up here and most importantly who the hell is this guy and why were you in his bed?

trying to at get a look at him, you shift around until you're facing him. you notice some spots of stubble he must've missed when shaving, some ragged scars on his chest and, woah, this man is fucking chiseled. his physique is pure lean muscle, his perfectly toned body like he lived his life lifting heavy and doing cardio. prominent veins run from his bicep down to his hands. he lets out a mumble, obviously still asleep, and that's when it hits you. dynamight. the pro hero, top of the charts, katsuki bakugou, is asleep next to you. you're not sure how you missed it, but you're sure.

last night you went out on the town with your friends to a local club. your friends raved on and on about how there had been pro hero sightings there but you'd brushed it off so easily. you remember getting there, ordering drinks and doing shots with your friends but after that its all blurry. you mustve been in a great mood, because you never go out clubbing with your friends, nor do you sleep with people you just met.

he then rustles around a little before his eyes open. your stomach clenched as you made eye contact with him, his eyelids low but his cherry eyes were unmistakable. he let out a soft sigh, his voice low and hoarse, "mornin," he presses a kiss to your shoulder, then looks at you as if scanning your face to see if you're comfortable. his arm reluctantly loosens from around you, giving you some space.

"morning.." you're not really sure what people say when they wake up after a one night stand. aren't you supposed to dip before the person even wakes up? he smiles at you softly before reaching over and grabbing a large black tee and handing it to you. the alcohol had your head pounding and your senses were impaired because you honestly hadn't even noticed you were naked. you kindly take it and slip it over your head, feeling around to poke your arms through. its chilly, and your nipples are showing through the shirt. embarrassing, but you just try your best to ignore it. "thanks.. um, do you, remember last night?"

he says your name, and it surprises you that he would even remember. you definitely would've drawn a blank at his name if you didn't already know who he was. his leg swing over the side of his bed, sliding himself into a pair of boxers. "fuckin' kirishima made me go to the club. kept forcin' shots on me. we met there." he pauses, looking back at you. "you feeling okay?"

you place a hand over your temple, "my head is pounding.." he gives you a 'hm' back and stands, then disappears into the hall. you hear his footsteps echoing and water running nearby. there's clothes sprawled all over the floor of his bedroom, your panties, bra, and the dress you had on last night along with your purse and what looks to be his clothes. he returns with a glass of water and aspirin in hand, forwarding them both to you. "s' for your head."

you take them from him, your hands touching briefly. its kind of annoying how this small interaction has your heart stuttering as if this man didn't have you pinned in his bed just the night before. "thanks bakugou, or, erm, is it okay to call you that?"

he stares at you for a second, "why wouldn't it be okay?"

you draw in a breath. "well you're dynamight, so, I dunno." you hoped he wouldn't take that wrong. you were sure lots of people just saw him more as a machine and less of a human being. a nervous energy ran through you as you waited to see what he would say. he climbed back into bed with you, a little smirk on his face. he jokes, "you noticed huh?"

a soft laugh came out of you. "of course I noticed. you're, basically a celebrity, right?"

he shrugs. "mm, guess so. katsukis fine though." he seemed softer than what you had seen about him in the media, and granted, you don't understand all of the hero talk and the stats and politics of it all but most if not every girl your age dreamed of katsuki bakugou. he himself isn't active on any platforms but his pr team does a good job of at least posting some things time to time. your heart fluttered to learn that he was okay with you calling him by his first name, and you wondered how you got yourself caught up in this situation with this man who is stupidly sexy.

you say okay and a moment of silence takes over, so he speaks up. "I don't usually do this, by the way. all that hookin' up shit." and it's true, katsuki never wanted to go out with kirishima in the first place but the past week had been so busy for him that his red haired friend insisted he deserved a break. he wouldn't admit it to kirishimas stupid face but he was enjoying himself at first, but by shot number four of straight vodka kirishima had went off talking to some girl that was just as drunk as he was before disappearing on katsuki. he was definitely more drunk than he was comfortable with but when he was paying the tab, you brushed up against his side, tipsy as hell trying to order more drinks for you and your friends.

you met and began talking from there, and by time you had remembered why you were at the bar in the first place your friends had gone, likely each of them had found some guy to hook up with. you and katsuki laughed, both of your brains fuzzy and your faces arm, chatting for a few hours. the bar was soon closing and katsuki offered to take you home, but when the two of you ended up getting too close in the back of his drivers bag, your thigh brushing against his and his head full of the smell of you, he kissed you and it went from there.

you noticed an open condom on his night stand which was a relief. even though you are on the pill it was nice to know even shitfaced you were still being safe. katsuki spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. "you hungry?"

he was being nice. whenever you had heard the horror stories of hookup culture from your friends, you certainly were not expecting him to offer you food. "yes please, food would be great." you watch him stand, and he's pretty. he's still shirtless, just now wearing baggy sweatpants and white socks. his back muscles are prominent, and you catch yourself staring. he slides his feet into a pair of slippers and he walks off into his kitchen. you decide to get up, look in a nearby mirror to at least look somewhat presentable before following.

you couldn't not notice how nice his place was. it seems to be some kind of pent house, with a modern look but you notice some small things around that make it feel more like a home. its tidy, almost too tidy to be a mans apartment. you find katsuki in the kitchen rummaging through his fridge, pulling out a few eggs and some bacon. he sees you and gestures for you to sit at his island which faces where he's cooking at his stove.

"got clean clothes in my dryer if y'wanna change after we eat." if you're staying, he wanted to add. he had never done this before. katsuki barley even has people over let alone a woman. he's hoping you'll stay at least a little longer. he wouldn't want to scare you off after sharing something so intimate with each other. he finishes cooking and makes plates for the both of you, setting them both down and he sits right next to you at the island. the silence is comfortable at this point, you both just eat in each others presence.

you honestly could get horny all over again from just this. for a moment you imagine what it would be like to be dating him and to be able to wake up like this every day, to be taken care of and fed after a long night.

when finished eating katsuki took both of your plates without saying anything. he shows you his laundry room and you put on sweatpants and socks that are way too big for you but smell exactly like the bed you woke up in earlier. while you change katsuki goes and cleans up his room, gathering all of your clothes and folding them for you nicely. he didn't want to make you feel trapped or like he was trying to kick you out, he was really trying to be as welcoming as possible.

when you finish changing, he lets you know that he has to start getting ready for work soon since he's on patrol duty. you kind of take that as your sign to leave, and he helps you grab all of your things and show you to the door. when you turn around to say goodbye, katsuki looks oddly nervous. "d'you.. can I get your number?"

you blush. "my number? yeah, yeah sure." you're trying so hard to not seem eager. you guys swap phones to put your information in and katsuki offers you a soft smile.

"text me when you get home." he takes a slow breath before, "y'think you would wanna see me again?"

you blink in surprise. "I- yeah. text me?"

he steps closer, humming softly, "mhm," pressing a light kiss to your forehead before opening the door and letting you out.

[windsways]

thinking abt katsuki who is still so whipped for his lover even after years. walk w me…

the apartment door clicks shut behind you both, softened by the precarious tower of containers stacked in your arms. cookies, brownies, something your mom insisted was “for later,” and a suspiciously heavy bag she shoved into katsuki’s hands before either of you could protest. you shoulder the door open, muttering under your breath as everything lands on the entryway table with a dull thud.

“christ— we came over for dinner, not a damn supply run,” katsuki grumbles, even though he hauled half of it without a single complaint.

you laugh, press a fleeting kiss to his cheek, and slip down the hall like a spark he can’t quite catch.

“ima change! don’t eat all the cookies!” you call, your voice echoing off the walls. he rolls his eyes, but the moment you disappear, he’s already lifting lids and inspecting each container with the suspicion of a man who pretends he isn’t curious.

it only takes a minute. maybe two. then your bedroom door creaks open, and he turns. and something in him simply… stutters.

you pad into the kitchen wearing soft shorts and a thin tank top, hair mussed, face bare, posture loose in the way people only soften within the safety of home. just you.

you. and if you weren’t a sight for sore eyes.

katsuki bakugo comes undone in a way he can’t hide. his palms find the counter behind him, fingers curling over the edge like he suddenly needs something to anchor him. his shoulders loosen. his jaw relaxes. his eyes dim into something molten, too warm, too full.

you catch the look and immediately shrink, laughter spilling out of you as you duck your head.

“stop lookin at me like that,” you whisper through a flustered giggle, hands lifting to shield your face as you instinctively step back.

he snorts, low and amused, a sound that hums like satisfaction in his chest. “can’t help it.” there’s a soft rustle of fabric, a single quiet footstep.

then a hand slides around your waist.

it hooks. tight. certain. and before you can react, he turns you, guiding your body into his with a firm pull. your breath leaves you in a startled gasp.

“katsuki—”

your hands are still covering your face when he brings his mouth to them. a single kiss. then another. then another one, slow and deliberate. he kisses your knuckles, your fingernails, the delicate skin of your wrists, each touch coaxing your fingers to loosen, to fall, to reveal you to him.

your arms hover for a moment, unsure, then instinct overtakes hesitation. they rise, slide around his neck and his breath catches sharply, like your touch just carved open something tender inside him.

he leans in, gaze dropping to your lips with a hunger softened by awe. “what is it?” you whisper, voice trembling.

he doesn’t speak right away. instead he lifts a hand to your jaw, thumb ghosting across your cheekbone, touch reverent, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he presses too hard.

when he finally answers, it’s quiet, raw, stripped of anything proud or guarded.

“there’s no damn way you’re real,” he murmurs. his eyes trace you slowly, mapping every scar, every line, every small truth etched into your skin. his forehead comes to rest against yours, breaths mingling, and the beat of his heart presses through his chest like it’s seeking yours.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty it hurts.”

your breath falters. your vision blurs for a moment, chest tightening under the weight of the words he almost never lets himself say.

and then he kisses you.

slow. deep. soo deep. a kiss that feels like he’s memorizing you from the inside out, like each second of contact imprints something permanent. his lips move with purpose, with hunger barley held tightly in check, with devotion he’s too stubborn to name.

you pull back eventually, breath unsteady, and the faint scoff that leaves him and vibrates against your mouth is downright greedy. “what’re you pullin away for?”

you laugh on an exhale, fingers curling against the back of his neck. “just… need some air—”

he doesn’t let you finish.

“take mine,” he growls, pulling you back in with a grip that trembles just enough to betray how badly he wants you close. his mouth claims yours again, deeper this time, like he’s offering every breath he’s ever taken, like you’re the only thing in his world worth surrendering oxygen for.

and the way he holds you makes it feel like he means it. every word. every touch. every inch of closeness he fights to keep.

like he’s kissing the miracle of you.

l dont know how i feel abt dis cuz it’s highkey a scrap LMAOA felt like i forgot how to write halfway thru 🥹💔

[lunarkace]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ pro hero bakugo fucks the stress out

tw: rough sex, cockwarming, soft domesticity, emotional vulnerability, creampie, aftercare, canon timeskip katsuki (mid-20s)

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It always starts the same way.

The front door doesn’t slam anymore - not since you asked him to stop - but it still opens with a weight that only Bakugo carries. Like the day clung to him on the way home. Like the stress, the blood, the pressure, the noise of it all came with him. Still caught in the creases of his uniform. Still buzzing under his skin.

And the second he sees you?

It’s over.

"Shitty fuckin’ day." He grumbles, halfway out of his boots before he’s crossing the living room.

You’re already setting your book down, body responding before you even say a word - because you know this version of him. You know what he needs.

He presses you into the cushions, heavy and hard and hot between your thighs, barely managing to strip off his hero pants before he’s pulling your shorts to the side and sliding home with a groan that punches right into your core.

"Fuck, baby. Been thinkin’ about this all day.”

You wrap your legs around him. Let him fuck you into the couch until his growling turns into soft, strangled breaths.

Another time, it’s the kitchen counter.

You’d been plating dinner. He came in sweaty, still in full uniform, jaw tight. You barely got out a “rough patrol?” before he had you bent over the counter, arms braced beside you, your robe bunched at your hips and his cock splitting you open from behind.

He didn’t even take his gloves off.

"Fucking extras." He growled through his teeth, hips punishing. “Can’t follow simple fuckin’ orders. Had to pull two rookies outta a building they never shoulda gone into - shit, baby, you’re so warm.”

You moaned his name, clutching the counter edge, gasping when he reached around to rub your clit with those thick, gloved fingers.

“Only peace I get anymore’s when I’m inside you. You know that, don’t you?”

And you did.

Another night you're in the shower, head tilted back beneath the steam, when the door slammed open and Bakugo’s gravel voice came through.

“Move over.”

You’re barely able to turn before he’s behind you, soap already forgotten, uniform half-off, hands grabbing your hips and dragging you back against his cock.

“I missed you." You say.

“I know." He answers, biting your shoulder.

Water runs down your chest as he slides in from behind, thrusts deep enough to make your knees buckle, and you have to grip the wall with both palms while he lets it all out.

“Two fuckin’ interviews. Both fuckin’ useless. PR’s got me doin’ press for some dumbass collab with Jeans.” He pants into your ear, “-fuckin’ told ‘em I don’t do that shit. I save people. I don’t smile for the camera.”

You clench around him and nod. “You don’t need to. You’re already the best.”

He groans like it’s the first thing all week that’s gone right.

Some nights, he’s too tired to move.

Not too tired to want you - never that - but the exhaustion sets into his bones. After patrol. After hours of training rookies who can’t keep their damn heads down. After public relations meetings where he grits his teeth so hard, his jaw aches the next morning.

You always know when it’s one of those nights. He walks in slower, heavier. He doesn’t talk much. Just drops into bed in nothing but sweatpants, scarred arm draped over his eyes like he’s trying to block out the whole world.

You throw a leg over his lap, straddle him slow. Push the waistband of his sweats down enough to free his cock, already half-hard just from feeling your weight over him.

He barely opens his eyes, just lifts his hand off his face, lets it fall to your hip.

“What’re you up to, princess.” He mutters, voice rough.

You don’t answer. Just press a kiss to his chest - right over his scar between his pecs. Then another near his ribs. Then higher, up the column of his throat, where his pulse flutters beneath your lips.

By the time your mouth brushes the corner of his jaw, you’re sinking down onto him.

His thumb circles your hip, the muscles in his forearm flexing. You notice the faint tremor in his left hand - the one that’s never fully healed - and cover it with yours.

“Easy.” You whisper. “I got you.”

He lets out a shaky exhale. The tension starts to leave him, bit by bit.

“Shit…that’s it. Just like that.” He groans.

You ride him slow, patient, hands on his chest, your own breath catching at the stretch. Watching his face soften - eyes fluttering, jaw slack - like you’re draining the whole day out of him one thrust at a time.

Sometimes he slaps your ass, lazy but heavy-handed. Sometimes he grabs it in both palms and groans, “You’re such a fuckin’ problem, y’know that?”

But he always praises you. Always.

“So warm. So tight. My perfect fuckin’ girl.”

You just keep going - rolling your hips in long, smooth circles, holding his gaze when he opens his eyes, brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead when it starts to stick. You ride out every ounce of tension until his arms finally relax. Until his left shoulder - the bad one - goes slack against the mattress instead of staying braced like it always does.

And just when you think you’ve got him all soft, all sweet and melted beneath you -

He grabs your hips with both hands. Sits up with a growl, face tucked into your neck, arms flexing.

And he starts fucking up into you like he’s got something to prove. Hard. Deep. Fast enough to punch little gasps out of your throat and make your fingers dig into his scarred shoulders.

“That what you wanted?” He moans against your skin. “Huh? Wanted to treat me? You like playin’ house like this? Like takin’ care of your man?”

You nod, whimpering, riding every brutal thrust. His mouth is on your collarbone, biting, then soothing. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, louder with every slap of his hips.

But even when he’s taking over - even when he’s fucking you hard enough to make your whole body tremble - you can still see it in his face:

Relief.

And afterwards, you both lay there quietly.

“…Guess that counts as physical therapy,” He mutters, voice low, rough, and just a little amused.

You smile, eyes still closed. “You’re welcome, Dynamight.”

He chuckles softly, hand sliding up your spine. “Brat.”

And of course, it's happened in bed, too. More times than you could count.

You’d be half-asleep. He’d come in late, long after midnight, after another triple shift he didn’t complain about because he never did. You’d feel the dip of the mattress, the warmth of his body, the way he’d nudge your legs apart and slip his fingers between them like he belonged there.

“Need it." He’d whisper hoarsely against your thigh. “Need you, princess.”

You’d open your legs for him without a word. Always.

And another night, you heard him come in before you saw him.

Even when he tried to be quiet - which he never really was.

The front door clicked shut, low and heavy, followed by the dull thud of his boots being kicked off. Then the rustle of fabric, a muttered curse under his breath, and the sound of the shower starting. Water hitting tile. A groan as he stepped under it.

By the time he came into the bedroom, the lights were still off.

A towel hung loose at his hips, chest still damp, and his face scrubbed clean. You sat up slightly, already reaching for him.

He didn’t say anything. Just let the towel fall.

Then he climbed into bed with the kind of tired grunt you’d only ever heard from him after long patrol nights. Hands immediately on you - pulling you into his chest, nudging your thigh up over his hip like it was second nature.

He ducked his head down and pressed his face to your chest with a deep exhale, letting the weight of the day fall off his shoulders.

You smoothed your fingers through his damp hair, voice soft. “Long day?”

“Mm.” He muttered. “Long fuckin’ month.”

He didn’t move right away. But then, his hand slipped between your bodies - warm and rough, trailing down your stomach before cupping between your thighs.

He paused. Then let out a low, cocky breath against your collarbone.

“Already wet for me, huh?” He murmured, fingers teasing through the slick at your entrance.

You flushed, heat crawling up your neck. “You’ve been gone all day.”

“So?” He grinned against your skin, lazy and smug. “You needy or somethin’?”

“Shut up.”

But your legs parted anyway, lifted your hips a little, silently inviting. And he slid in with one slow, firm push, stretching you open inch by inch. You both sighed at the same time.

He stilled again, fully seated inside you, cock pulsing deep where it fit snug and hot. He stayed like that, heavy and quiet, one palm splayed low on your belly.

Everything outside was loud.

Dispatch calls, training drills, kids screaming for his name in the streets, citizens arguing with officers, villains roaring through buildings.

But here, with you, it was quiet.

He stayed like that for minutes - just breathing you in, cock twitching inside you while the tension left his shoulders one slow breath at a time.

Eventually, he moved. Just a slow roll of his hips at first, lazy and deep. The kind of thrust that made your eyes flutter. That made your body grip around him tight and slow.

You whined and he caught your face in one hand, kissed you without thinking.

Then again. And again.

His rhythm built with it, the slick sound of him moving inside you growing louder, messier. He groaned against your cheek, and when he pulled back, his eyes dropped to where your bodies met.

A crooked, smug half-smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

“Shit.” He muttered, amused by the sound. “Listen to that.”

You could. Loud, wet squelches every time his hips rolled forward.

You wanted to cover your face, but he caught your wrists, pinned them. His chest brushed against yours. His breath stayed hot and shallow.

And for once - he didn’t say much. No rants. No swearing about rookies or the bullshit media or whatever villain pissed him off this week.

Just quiet.

Just the occasional hum against your throat, the warm grunt of his breath through his nose, and the heavy drag of his cock inside you like he finally had permission to stop holding everything up on his own.

Your legs wrapped around his waist. Your body melted into the sheets. And when you moaned - head tipped back, eyes fluttering as you felt him press deeper, brushing so far inside it ached - he leaned down to kiss the underside of your jaw, thumb grazing your cheek.

“Katsuki…ah.” You whined, breath hitching.

He groaned, eyes fluttering half-shut. “Yeah. I know.”

Another thrust. Another slick sound. Your body gave and clenched around him, dizzy with the heat of it.

And still, he didn’t rush.

Because the world out there was loud. But in here, with you, it was quiet.

[deepsummitfate]

whenever, wherever, all the time, forever. — k.b an: hi I'm back, it's me misty :) I'm basing this off of what happens to me after therapy lol, I js become a lump

you turned the door knob behind you, a soft click echoing the entry-way of your apartment as you lock your door. you move your head to rest against the cool wood — because you needed the relief on your skull after pouring out your feelings.

you stand back up straight, clumsily taking off your shoes and tossing them wherever by the door. you stumble your way in through the apartment, tossing your keys and bag onto the marbled counter, making a soft thump.

you feel like your drowning in your own thoughts; things you could say next time, things you could do better next time. it all wraps around your skull and tightens. you rest your elbows down, putting your face into the palms of your hands, you let yourself be taken away as you breath steadily into your hands.

a moment later; you hear the floor board creaking softly, then a pair of warm calloused hands come and rest on your shoulders. "oi," a gruff voice mumbles out. "you had therapy, no? saw it on my calendar. c'mere." the smell of caramel engulfs your nostrils as your boyfriend, bakugou katsuki, brings you into his arms.

he hushes you softly, tightening his arms around your waist. his face nuzzles into your neck — his sandy blonde hair tickling you softly — while you place yours on his shoulder; letting the smell of him wind you down. a second later, he lifts you up with ease, walking over to your old worn down couch that's in the living room — the same one he always says he can replace but you won't let him, 'too many memories' you'd say.

he sets you on his lap, you feel the strong muscles of his thighs underneath you. he's never this quiet normally. but he knows you need it at this time, especially since he's dealt with his own demons in the past.

"d'ya wanna talk 'bout it? 'm always here for you." he breaths into your ear, his hand running up and down your spine — tracing the bone. you nod your head softly, gripping onto him tighter. "it was just a lot." you breath out, letting yourself turn to putty in his lap. "lots of feelings. some things I don't want to talk about but I have to." you mumble into his shirt and you feel him nod against you.

"but y'know you have to. it's the only way you'll feel better." he replies, softly — losing the gruff edge in his voice. you nod, closing your eyes and he repositions the both of you to be laying down, your head resting on his chest.

"my beautiful girl," he mumbles, his hand running through your hair. "what are we ever going to do?" he leans down to kiss the part of your hair, you shrug your shoulders. "I dunno, we can only see. this is my third session, I'm still getting to know my therapist." you look over at the shelf in your living room, your eyes dance over all the framed photos of your and katsuki together.

"we can only see." he repeats, his eyes follow yours to look at the shelf. he's the one that got you the therapist, "it's the best one in the whole damn country, I made sure of it!" he told you one night after having a chat with him. he's the one that finally made the move to help you push through whatever weights you down. because he hates watching the love of his life for three years, fall under her own weight from things that haunt her from the past.

"I love you, forever. and I will always be here for you to lean on. whenever, wherever, all the time, forever." he states softly, his voice hushed. he continues his movements on your back, letting you rest to help your brain reset.

you feel your eyes begin to droop under the weight of it all. "I love you." you mumble back under a hushed breath, right before your sleep overcomes you.

even if it's hard on you and him. bakugou katsuki wouldn't rather have it any other way.

banner credit to @/uzmacchiato

[onceusworld]

birthday sex with kiri 🤤🤤🤤

and you’re whining about how you can’t take it anymore and he’s like “awh, does my sweet girl need a break?” You nod excitedly at him and he just slams into you harder 🥹

[yulebloom]

“RIDE COWGIRL…”

✧˖ K. Bakugo x reader

✧˖ mdni, 18+

The barn was quiet except for the soft creak of old wood and the distant lowing of cattle outside. Late afternoon light slanted through the gaps in the walls, painting long golden stripes across the dusty floor and the high pile of hay

Bakugo had thrown a couple of thick, worn blankets over the hay, it was soft enough, still warm from the sun, it smelled like dry grass and him.

You were already naked from the waist down, shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, nipples tight from the cool air and the way he’d been looking at you. Bakugo laid back against the blankets, boots still on, jeans shoved down just far enough to free his cock.

It stood thick and flushed against his stomach, the head shiny where he’d already stroked himself while watching you undress. His black hat was tipped low, shadowing sharp red eyes that never left you.

“C’mere,” he said, voice low and rough. His hands settled on your hips the second you straddled him, thumbs pressing into the soft give of your skin.

He felt the slight tremor in your thighs, the way your breath hitched when the blunt head of his cock nudged against your entrance. “You’re shakin’. It’s alright. Just take it slow.”

You guided him between your folds, already slick and aching. The first stretch burned sweetly as you sank down. Inch by thick inch he filled you, the heavy drag of him forcing a shaky breath from your lungs.

Your thighs trembled harder with the effort of controlling the descent, nervousness written clear in the tight set of your shoulders. Bakugo’s jaw clenched. A muscle jumped in his cheek as he watched you take him. When your ass finally met his thighs, the pressure of him so deep made your stomach flutter, he exhaled hard through his nose, his hands staying firm on your hips, steadying you.

“Like you’re riding a horse. Just like I taught you,” he muttered, low and rough, the words meant to ground you more than anything else.

The line sent a full-body shiver through you. Heat flooded your face and your cunt clenched hard around him, drawing a rough, punched-out sound from his throat.

“That’s it,” he said, softer than usual. One hand slid up your side, under the open shirt, rough palm dragging over your ribs until it cupped your breast. He thumbed the nipple, slow and deliberate. “Now rise up. Use those thighs. I’ve got you.”

You lifted yourself, the wet drag of his cock leaving you feeling empty until only the swollen head stayed inside. Then you sank back down, still a little shaky but following the steady pressure of his hands.

The wet sound of it was filthy in the quiet barn. Bakugo watched every inch of himself disappear into you, eyes dark under the brim of his hat.

“Good,” he praised, low and gravelly. “Keep going. Don’t rush it.” His other hand gripped your ass, guiding the rhythm, making sure you took him deep on every downstroke. “Fuck—feel how hard you got me? That’s ‘cause of you.”

Sweat started to bead at the small of your back. Your thighs burned with the steady rise and fall. Every time you sank down, the head of his cock nudged something inside you that made stars spark behind your eyes.

Bakugo’s breathing grew heavier. His hips started meeting yours on the way down, short, controlled thrusts that forced the air from your lungs in soft, broken sounds. The hay rustled softly beneath the blankets with every movement.

“You’re gettin’ messy,” he observed, voice rough with approval. His thumb found your clit, circling with just enough pressure to make your rhythm falter. “Just take what you need, baby.”

You braced your hands on his chest, fingers curling into the open edges of his shirt, feeling the hard muscle and the rapid thud of his heart.

Your pace turned greedier. Nervousness melted into need—you were riding him harder now, chasing the thick, wet slide of his cock, the way it stretched you open and filled you so completely it stole your breath. Your wetness slicked his stomach and the insides of your thighs. Bits of hay clung to the edges of the blanket and stuck to the backs of your knees.

Bakugo’s control frayed. He sat up halfway, his hat brim brushing your forehead, one arm locking tight around your waist so he could fuck up into you with short, powerful strokes. The new angle drove him even deeper. Your mouth fell open against his neck.

“Gonna come on this cock?” he demanded, breath hot against your ear. “Do it. Squeeze me—fuck, just like that—”

You broke with a shaky cry, cunt fluttering and clamping down hard around him. The orgasm rolled through you in long, pulsing waves, thighs shaking, nails digging into his shoulders.

Bakugo swore, low and vicious, and slammed you down one final time. He came deep, flooding you in thick, hot pulses while his fingers left bruises on your hips and his teeth grazed the side of your throat.

For a long moment neither of you moved. You stayed seated on him, still full, still trembling, forehead resting against his. His chest rose and fell hard under your hands.

One calloused palm stroked slowly up and down your bare back, grounding. A few strands of hay had gotten stuck in his hair under the hat.

He didn’t pull out. Just kept you there, warm and full, while the light outside the barn turned from gold to soft orange and the only sound was the two of you breathing.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“…Fuck me,” he muttered eventually, voice rough. The corner of his mouth twitched in something almost soft. His thumb brushing the mark he’d left on your hip.

inspired by this

art - izukvxo on tiktok

dividers - @/cafekitsune

an - this is so bunssss, so just bare with me. I’m working on something better (hopefully). Anyways is the haikyu fandom still alive I kinda wanna write for them.