pls maybe do choso who’s soooo needy and like creams his pants while eating out reader like he’s a top tier munch
mdni. choso eating you out and creams himself.
“choso,” you breathe, fingers sliding into his hair. “slow down a little, baby.”
he makes a broken sound against you—half whine, half growl—and shakes his head no without pulling off. if anything he dives in deeper. flat tongue dragging from your entrance all the way up, then sealing his lips around your clit and sucking like he’s trying to pull your soul out through it.
your hips jump. he moans so loud the vibration shoots straight up your spine. you feel the way his whole body shudders. he’s humping the mattress slow and helpless, cock trapped in his sweats, already leaking through the grey fabric.
you glance down. there’s a dark wet spot spreading right over the thick outline of him. he’s so hard it looks painful, head flushed dark and pushing against the waistband. every time he grinds down a little more pre leaks out, soaking him further.
“fuck—you’re already close?” you tease.
he doesn’t answer with words. just whimpers into your pussy and starts tongue-fucking you. long, messy strokes inside, curling up to hit that spot that makes your toes curl. his nose bumps your clit on every thrust.
his hips keep rolling. small, needy thrusts against the bed like he can’t help it. the wet patch grows bigger. you can see the way the head of his cock keeps kicking inside the cotton, smearing more mess every time he ruts forward.
“choso—look at you,” you murmur, tugging his hair to make him glance up.
his eyes are glassy, pupils blown, cheeks flushed crimson. lips swollen and shiny with you. “please,” he rasps. “please let me—i need to make you come, need it so bad—”
he dives back down before you can answer, sucking your clit hard while two thick fingers slide inside you. they crook immediately, pressing right where you’re sensitive. his tongue flicks side to side over your clit at the same time and it’s too much. your back bows. thighs clamp around his head. “oh god—choso—”
he moans like he’s the one getting off. loud, broken, muffled against your cunt. his fingers speed up, curling harder, and his hips stutter against the mattress—once, twice—then he’s coming.
you feel it happen; a choked sob vibrating right into your clit. hot pulses soak through his sweats, the wet spot blooming huge and dark now. he keeps grinding through it, shallow little jerks, riding out the orgasm while he never stops eating you.
you yank at his hair so tight he whines into your pussy. waves crash through you, slick coating his chin, dripping down his throat. he drinks it all, tongue still working, slower now, lapping you through the aftershocks like he can’t bear to stop.
when you finally push his head away he’s panting, lips glossy and red. the front of his sweats is a mess—fabric clinging transparently to his softening cock, come still leaking in weak spurts.
he looks up at you with those big, dazed eyes. “sorry,” he mumbles. “couldn’t—couldn’t hold it. you taste so fucking good i—”
you cut him off by pulling him up, kissing the taste of yourself off his tongue. he melts into it, whimpering against your mouth. “again?” he asks. “please—wanna do it again. wanna make you come on my tongue.”
you laugh softly, thumb brushing over his sensitive head through the fabric. “then get back down.” and he groans like you’ve just offered him heaven.
after a shitty date, your brother's bestfriend!katsuki finds your nsfw twitter account and relieves all his pent up tension
katsuki knows the second she laughs at his joke that it’s not going to work.
not because she’s annoying. not because she’s boring. she’s fine. pretty, even. says all the right things. leans across the table in that practiced way like she’s read too many magazine articles about body language and how to be “irresistible,” lets her fingers brush his arm when she asks him about the gym. her voice is soft. her eyes linger. and all katsuki can think about is how off it feels. how cold. how completely unfuckingsexy it is to watch someone try so hard to be interesting. he finishes his drink too fast. smiles through the burn. thinks about how many more minutes he has to kill before he can leave without feeling like a dick.
he ends the night early. pays. walks her back to her car. listens to her offer something about “doing this again,” and nods even though he knows it’s a lie. he kisses her when she leans in, because what the fuck else is he supposed to do? it’s quick. dry. she tastes like lip gloss and vodka. he pulls back too fast and pretends he didn’t notice. tells her goodnight, watches her drive off, then gets in his own car and sits there with his head against the headrest and his jaw clenched.
he doesn’t even remember the drive home. just the sting behind his eyes from the streetlights and the throb in his cock that hasn’t gone away since halfway through dinner. not because of her. not even because of the dumb conversation or the tight dress or the low neckline. but because of what’s been crawling under his skin all day, ever since he woke up with morning wood and didn’t touch it. tried to push through a workout instead. tried to clear his head in the shower. nothing worked. and now it’s worse. now it’s fucking unbearable.
the second his front door closes, his belt’s undone. he doesn’t even make it to the bedroom. just drops onto the couch, drags a hand over his face, yanks his sweats down far enough to grip his cock, already half-hard and aching. he unlocks his phone without thinking. thumb taps open twitter like muscle memory. goes straight to the feed, already knowing it’ll be flooded with the usual shit—half-naked girls, grainy clips, skin and sound and desperation.
but tonight, it’s not working.
the girls are all too loud. the lighting’s bad. every clip starts in the middle of someone moaning fake as fuck, high-pitched and breathy and trying too hard. he scrolls past three, four, five of them without even twitching. rubs a thumb along the head of his cock, breath shallow, irritation blooming.
and then he sees it.
not a face. not even a body, really—just the curve of thighs in soft lighting, spread over pink sheets, fingers gliding through slick and dipping in slow. there’s no caption. no hashtags. no dramatic “daddy please ruin me” audio. just motion and the quiet sound of a girl trying not to moan too loud. like someone could hear. like she’s not supposed to be doing this.
his hand stills. his chest tightens.
it’s the room that does it. the wall. that fucking pink wall.
he knows that pink. knows the soft lighting. the way it hits in the evening. he’s seen it a hundred times, leaning in your doorway while your brother yells something down the hall. knows the bedspread. the plushie half in frame. the corner of the mirror tucked behind your nightstand.
his cock twitches violently in his hand.
you moan, soft and high, broken like you're trying not to let it out—and he knows that sound. not because he’s heard it like this, but because he's heard you laugh. whine. talk with your mouth full. yell at your brother from your room. your voice is burned into his memory, and now it's soaked through the speaker and dripping down his chest.
you’re fingering yourself slow. like it matters how it feels. like you’re not filming it for anyone else. two fingers curling inside you, legs already trembling. he watches your other hand reach offscreen for something. it returns with a vibrator. he hears the buzz before he sees it touch your clit—and then you twitch. moan again. messier.
you start to cum. hard. thighs clenched, hips jerking, slick gushing over your hand as your back arches and you fuck yourself through it.
katsuki’s already leaking.
he doesn’t remember clicking on your profile. but now he’s on it, scrolling slow. doesn’t recognize the username. but every single video is the same bed. the same sheets. the same necklace bouncing between your tits as you ride a thick confetti dildo on your knees, moaning like your voice is cracking in half.
he fists his cock and strokes fast and dirty and quiet, cumming messily all over his stomach as he watches you squirt on the toy in the next video. it slips in slowly, and you gasp when it pops past the tightest part. the sound you make is almost panicked.
he groans. jaw clenched. head back.
the guilt doesn’t hit until after. after he wipes his hand. after he stares at the ceiling. after he catches his breath. he closes the app. but it’s too late. it’s burned in. your moans. your necklace. your bed. you.
he doesn't sleep.
the thing is, it starts normal.
your brother’s on the couch in the other room yelling at the tv. the three of you were supposed to watch something together—some dumb movie he insisted on—but then he got distracted, left you and katsuki in the kitchen half-waiting, half-bullshitting. the morning sun’s starting to fade into afternoon, spilling warm and soft through the windows, and you’re sitting at the counter across from him with your chin propped on your hand, sipping from the same glass of water you’ve been nursing for the last twenty minutes. he looks relaxed. hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, thighs spread, scrolling through something on his phone.
but then you laugh at something he says, and it makes you think of a tiktok you saved last week—some dumb video that would hit his exact sense of humor—and you light up without thinking.
"shit, wait. my phone's upstairs. lemme show you on yours," you say, already holding your hand out across the counter.
he doesn’t even look up. just unlocks it, lazily swipes to the side like he’s going to hand it to you—screen still open—and then—
he pauses.
only for a second. so fast you wouldn’t even catch it if you weren’t already reaching. a little hesitation in his thumb. like his brain caught up a moment too late and said wait—but his hand’s already moving.
so you take it.
you’re not looking for anything. your mouth is already halfway open to ask if he even has tiktok downloaded when your eyes flick down.
the screen is in app-switcher mode.
you blink.
his open apps are stacked one behind the other, like cards. youtube. spotify. safari. and—twitter.
it’s not the bird icon that gets you. it’s the thumbnail.
the frozen still image of a paused video.
thighs spread wide. toy glinting between them. slick all over your fingers and a bit of it smeared on the inside of your thigh. the reflection of your fairy lights in the corner of the mirror. the necklace you never take off catching the light just enough to give you away.
it’s your video. the one you posted two nights ago.
and he was watching it.
you don’t even breathe.
you swipe up before your face can betray you, fast and fluid like muscle memory, pretending you didn’t just see yourself fingering your pussy on the screen of your brother’s best friend’s phone.
he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t move. doesn’t even flinch.
you open tiktok like nothing happened, type in the name of the video you meant to show him. your hands don’t shake. you force your body to stay still even as your pulse kicks high up in your chest, throat tight and hot, skin prickling with disbelief.
you press play and turn the screen toward him.
“this one,” you say, like your heart isn’t about to crawl up your tongue.
he nods. his face is unreadable. like he’s trying not to show anything at all.
but you can feel it between you. see it, even if he won’t look at you directly. the stiffness in his shoulders. the way he shifts his weight just slightly, like his skin is too hot. the way his fingers tap the counter once, then stop.
when the video ends, you slide it back across the counter like it doesn’t burn to touch it.
“thanks,” you say.
and he just nods again. silent.
you don’t bring it up. not then.
your phone lights up close to midnight.
you’re already in bed, lights off, one leg bent, staring at the ceiling like it might tell you what to do with the image burned into your brain—your own body, paused on his screen. the way his thumb hesitated. the way neither of you said anything.
the name on the screen makes your stomach flip.
katsuki: you still up?
you stare at it for a long time before answering.
you: yeah
there’s a long pause. you almost think he won’t respond. then—
katsuki: can i ask you something
katsuki: you don’t have to say yes
katsuki: but i need to ask
your heart thumps.
you: ask
katsuki: will you do it again
katsuki: like the video
katsuki: but this time
katsuki: can i watch
you don’t answer right away. you read it twice. three times. the words blur a little from how hard your pulse is pounding behind your eyes.
you type something. delete it. type again.
you: you already watched
katsuki: i know but it wasn’t enough i want to hear it in real time
katsuki: want to hear you moan like that right in front of me
katsuki: want to see you open up for me, slow
bakugo who first saw you during work. he was always focused solely on what ever he was doing, because of course, the man still desired to become the number one. there was no way to distract him. until you came. a simple, cute little reporter.
bakugo who nearly tripped in his boots when he saw you. a woman, smiling and chirping into the mic, so natural and beautiful in front of the filming camera, as if the whole area wasn’t in complete destruction around you. bakugo never had thought something - or someone - could grab his attention like that, but you did, with the skill for your work and the soft pretty body you had.
bakugo who couldn’t get his mind off you. no matter what he did. he cursed himself at home, covering his head with a pillow and groaning into the sheets. it was something he had never felt before, which resulted him in being utterly confused and helpless.
bakugo who was suddenly blushing and feeling his heart race whenever he thought of you. he was being reduced into a stuttering mess, as if all his dignity and strength was ripped away by you. even though you hadn’t anything but merely glanced at him, which bakugo of course remembered like it happened yesterday.
bakugo who scrolled his phone in the evenings before bed, trying to find what ever content he could about you. luckily, due to your profession, it was fairly easy. however only after few days, bakugo found himself in an awful situation. he had already watched all the news and read the articles where you had been involved.
bakugo who was especially weak for your smile. the raise of your soft cheek as your grin widened. your hair that fell over your shoulders. your intelligent, clear way of discussing the whatever subject (he wasn’t even listening). the way your delicate fingers gripped the microphone determinedly, with a firm grip, that he realized was a sign how serious you took your work. fuck. he imagined how that grip felt around his cock.
bakugo who suddenly became a horny mess, the moment he saw you. he always thought of himself as a person who barely had any dirty thoughts. ever since ua, when he saw denki and mineta lusting after every girl with slightly bigger breasts, he thought that to be completely out of place and odd. but now he understood. hell, as if every lost moment of horniness from his teenage years was suddenly hitting him in a single moment.
bakugo jerked off every day. usually before bed and in the morning, because thinking about you calmed him down in a weird way. he usually watched your reports, because your smart, a little bitchy and self centered voice, was something that turned him on madly. his cock twitched and leaked as he fucked into his fist, and it never lasted more than a couple pathetic seconds before he came all over his stomach and chest. it didn’t matter though, because the ache never left, and he was hard again immediately after cumming.
bakugo who rutted into the mattress. biting the pillow, he even found himself moaning your name. he hated himself for being so damn embarrassing and pathetic, but the desire he felt for you was invading his mind thoroughly.
bakugo who imagined you riding him. scolding him for being so pathetic. he wanted you to fuck him dumb, senseless. to the point his red, fucking sensitive yet greedy cock wasn’t even splurting cum anymore. he wanted you to take his everything, to empty both his mind and balls to the very bottom.
no one bats an eye when you and hitoshi go your separate ways when you get to the bar. izuku's been waiting for him for the past fifteen minutes to get the game of billiards going and halfway through the car ride, you decided that you really needed a drink.
you're a private couple. you're independent. you don't need to be glued to each other's side or constantly checking in with one another when you're out- a nod from across the room, if anything.
the others don't notice, but tonight is different.
you've been arguing before you left your apartment. and in the cab. and right outside the bar. and in your text messages.
"damn, who the hell is that?" mina asks when you slammed your phone face down on the counter.
"no one." you wave off, "just my coworker being annoying."
you lean your elbow over your phone, and smile back at mina as she continues her story to your group, trying to ignore the previous text.
toshi poo: and don't ask for me when you get shitfaced im not dealing
you can hear his voice so clearly in your head. it's hard for you to not be visibly irritated, so you excuse yourself to the other side of the bar. you tell your friends that you'll be able to get the bartender's attention better from over here, but you really just needed a moment alone.
from across the room, you glance over at hitoshi crowded around the pool table with the others. he's leaning against the stick, smooshing his cheek against its smooth surface as he watches the others take their turns.
he looks good. he always does.
you release a huff of annoyance under your breath as you lean up against the counter. it's always a waiting game on a busy night like this. you wonder how long or how many drinks it'll be before you irish goodbye and call yourself a ride home.
you rest your chin in the heel of your palm, waiting for any bartender to make eye contact and signal for your order. it's loud. the girl next to you keeps leaning back and throwing her head back against your shoulder whenever she laughs. you can't get away from the mixture of cheap men's cologne that's been slapping you in the face since you walked in. spending the rest of the night in your bed sounds more and more enticing with every minute that passes.
you feel a tap on your shoulder and a hot breath of air against the shell of your ear.
"can i buy you a drink, sweetheart?"
your face immediately scrunches in discomfort. you reflexively lean away and turn your head to meet eyes with the stranger lingering over your shoulder.
"i'm good," you respond curtly.
"i insist." he urges. "c'mon, pretty thing like you deserve a free drink, right?"
"i can buy my own drinks, thanks." a half-lie, but you say confidently as you recall hitoshi's card saved in your phone.
you start to feel hot. if you weren't already overstimulated and having a bad night, this interaction had made it tenfold.
"if you won't let me buy you a drink, can i have your name then?"
you want to rub your face in your hands and scream.
"listen," you begin, "i'm not in the fucking mood to-"
after nearing the end of your patience, you almost swing when you feel an arm snake around your waist, pulling you away from the counter.
"hey baby. still waiting for a drink?"
you turn and see hitoshi, deadpanned as ever.
"oh." he nods to the man in front of you as if he didn't notice him standing uncomfortably close, "what's up, man?" he casually says, fingers digging into your side.
you want to roll your eyes, but the heat crawling up your neck only gets hotter.
you share the same deadpan expression as you watch the stranger finally take the blaring hint and scramble away.
hitoshi's grip doesn't let up. he pulls you to his front with both hands lazily resting on your hips.
"you. are. trouble," he leans in and whispers into your ear. "can't leave you alone for a fuckin' second.”
you look up at him through your lashes with an annoyed expression. he's sporting a shit eating grin knowing that you're still upset with him while simultaneously grateful for his intervention. you can tell your sour mood is nothing but entertaining for him.
"you're a piece of shit."
"i know."
hitoshi leans in and kisses you, trying to ease the tension. bitterness still lingers on his lips from his beer left at the pool table.
"and i know you're mad at me, but you're not allowed to go home with another man, alright?" he reaches up and runs his thumb across your chin, nudging you to look up at him, "still mine."
"what? pretty boy’s jealous?"
despite the lack of alcohol in your system and irritation with him from your fight earlier, you're buzzing from the closeness and shameless teasing with hitoshi.
the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, "you'd like that wouldn't you? fucking sadist."
you drag a finger down his chest, digging your nail into the fabric of his shirt. from behind him, you see a few of your friends glancing over at the rare instance of PDA from you two.
"what would that make you then?" you cock your head to the side.
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The International Heroes Gala glittered under Tokyo’s night sky, a rare assembly of the world’s strongest. Diplomats smiled, cameras flashes and Pro Heroes from every corner of the globe exchanged polite bows and chatter. Katsuki Bakugo stood near the bar in his sharp black tuxedo, arms crossed, looking like he’d rather blow up the chandelier than ‘network’.
Then he saw you.
You were one of the top-ranked heroes from Europe, codename: Umbra. Your hero agency sent you as a representative, and even in an elegant midnight-blue gown that seemed to drink in the light, you carried an air of quiet danger. Something about the way shadows clung to you – just a fraction longer than they should – made the hairs on the back of Katsuki’s neck stand up.
He didn’t even know your name yet, but oh how he wanted to.
He was still glaring, trying (and failing) not to stare, when the lights flickered.
Villains, disguised as catering staff, detonated hidden devices. Smoke bombs, poison gas canisters, and brute-force quirks quickly turned the ballroom into chaos. Civilians screamed as tables flipped and glasses shattered.
Katsuki’s grin turned feral. “About damn time!”
He launched forward, palms crackling. Explosions tore through the first wave of attackers, clearing a path for fleeing guests.
Regardless of how focused he was on taking out the attackers, his eyes keep tracking you.
One moment you were behind a pillar – the next, you were simply gone. Only a faint ripple of a shadow remained.
A villain with a massive hammer quirk swung at a group of diplomats. Before the blow could land, darkness pooled on the floor behind him like spilled ink. You materialised silently, arm already wrapped in writhing shadow. A precise strike to the neck and he dropped, unconscious.
Another attacker fired projectiles toward the stage. You dissolved completely, becoming a patch of living darkness that slithered across the floor unseen, reappearing directly in the line of fire – immaterial. The projectiles passed harmlessly through your shadow form. Then you solidified behind the shooter, teleporting once more in a burst of dark mist to disarm him from behind.
Katsuki blasted two villains into a wall and found himself fighting back-to-back with you without a word. His explosions lit up the room, casting long shadows – and you used every one. You vanished into the darkness his blasts created teleporting behind enemies he herded toward you, taking them down with surgical efficiency. His trademark grin never faltered, but his eyes were wide in awe of the pure elegance he was experiencing. You truly were something else.
When the last villain was cuffed, the ballroom was wrecked, but casualties were minimal.
Katsuki wiped sweat from his brow, adrenaline buzzing through his veins. He turned to find you brushing debris from your gown, breathing steady, eyes sharp.
“Tch. Not bad, shadow freak,” he said, striding over, voice rough but dripping with unbridled respect.
You tilted your head, smile faint. “Umbra.”
“Umbra,” he repeated, the codename sounding almost like praise on his tongue. “That phasing shit and those teleport tricks? Fucking nasty. You turned my explosions into your personal kill zone without breaking a sweat. Beautiful.”
Your expression softened at the open admiration, and Katsuki caught it immediately – his usual cocky grin easing into something more genuine.
“Thank you, Dynamight.”
“Katsuki,” he corrected, softer.
“Thank you, Katsuki.”
He nodded once, then barrelled forward before he could second-guess himself. “Lemme take you out. Dinner. Tomorrow.”
You blinked, then let out a soft laugh. “You’re really asking me out after a villain attack, Katsuki. You don’t waste time, do you?”
“I’m not known for being patient,” he muttered, eyes locked on yours, waiting.
“Okay,” you said, smile widening. “I’ll go to dinner with you. But only if we get something spicy.”
Something sparked in his chest – like a perfectly time detonation.
“Good.”
You turned to leave, unable to hide the small, cheesy smile creeping across your face.
“Oi,” he called after you. “Real name.”
You glanced back, pausing just long enough to enjoy the hungry look in his eyes as they swept over you one more time. Then you told him.
He repeated it under his breath, as if committing it to memory. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n”
Thank you smm for the request, I hope you enjoyed 🫶🏾
Thank you for answering my question, I wanted to make sure before requesting :)
Can I request a fluff/smut Law x reader where the reader is very sad, so Law gives comfort sex? I like the thought of him being gentle and nurturing, because most of his smut is the opposite.
That’s okayy 🫶🏾🫶🏾 i loveee this req 🙂↕️
It’ll take me a little minute but i will defo do this for you 🫶🏾
HI HELLO I HOPE YOU'VE HAD A GOOD DAY SO FAR!! If your requests are open perchance can u write a little something something from this idea I've had in my head since forever :P it's a bakugou x reader.. heh..
Okay, so scenario is, the top heroes are invited to a gala with a bunch of other countries' top heroes and it's basically to strengthen the countries' bonds and for them to discuss politics and villains and bla bla doesn't matter, but there bakugou meets reader whose features catch his eyes immediately and stuff (personally i imagine reader with my own features but you can do whatever!!) and then a little into the gala there's a villain gang sneaking in and ruining the event and there bakugou sees reader in Action and is just even more interested in her and then asks her out maybe (never thought of it this far lol) ((if u want u can add some smut;3))
Anyways sorry this was so long i had to get it out my head bye bye
Hii :)) I hope you’ve had a good day too 🫶🏾
I love thiss. I will defo do this for you however it’ll take me a little while (i’m a little slow 🥲)
Being the top 5 hero, he’s always hearing praises from strangers, fans, and even his workers, but typically when people do that he is either cocky and prideful, chest poked out , and laughing about how great he is or ignoring said comment thinking “Well duh.”
It’s Katsuki he’s THE top 5 Hero of course he knows how amazing he is.
However with you it is frustrating.
On your end by the way.
“You’re so strong, thank you baby.”
“Mmm.” Just a grunt and you move a little inch forward to peck his lips as a “you’re welcome” after helping you rearrange your bed seeing you struggle for 30 minutes. His lips were cold and soft, but his cheeks were already beginning to warm.
Damn you.
You didn’t even realize your love language was Words of Affirmation, until you got with your boyfriend Katsuki. He was the first guy you’ve dated that is actually WORTH drowning in compliments seeing how amazing of a man he is for you.
Unfortunately for him, he realized it 2 weeks into officially dating and he doesn’t HATE it he just can’t HANDLE it.
You have this specially glint in your eye when you watch him do almost anything, your big pearly whites showing when he approaches you leaving his stomach feeling heavy even though he haven’t ate yet.
“Hey, pretty boy.” You kiss his lips and hug his arm to walk to the nearest restaurant, he grunts again and replies with a small “You look good in that dress.”
“Thank you, baby you look even better.” You giggle and he does a half smirk and walks with you the rest of the way silently.
He doesn’t mean to be awkward or kind of ignore your compliments they just carry weight to him. Bakugo doesn’t care about anybody’s opinion, but yours. He has never been insecure about his looks, but ever since dating you he tries a little harder to keep himself properly cleaned just for you.
“Oh baby…” Your voice is practically purring in his ear while you bury your face in his neck on the bed, “You smell so good.”
A strained exhale came out his mouth, trying to ignore the way your body weight feels so comfortable and sexy on top of him, he holds you closer, but that only fueled you to compliment him more,
“I love this chain i got you…the gold compliments you so well, boo.” You lift yourself on his lap to play with his necklace like a kitten playing with a toy, well that’s how Bakugo saw you in this moment.
He bit his lip, already trying to calm himself down from an erection that could fuck up this cute moment, “Well ob—-thank…you.”
Bakugo can’t even spit out a smart remark with you, and you didn’t even notice, “You’re so fine, ‘Suki.” A giggle was followed by your blunt statement, making him shut his eyes tightly at you almost as if his face is saying “Why must you act like this.”
This is only the tip of the iceberg though, because your big ass sweet mouth doesn’t stop even when his dick is inside you;
“Y-you’re—-you’re so big ‘Sukiiiii…”
Not even 4 minutes in and youre dick drunk….nobody can blame you he did tongue fuck you right before that.
“Yes! Yes right there please….!”
You were caged under him, he had you in the bear hug position, his balls slapping your already wet ass to the point it was loud PLAP PLAP PLAP’s overlapping your cries of his name.
Bakugo’s hips couldn’t stop, the more you praised the more his body moved until he was close, cumming right before you, just how you like.
“Katsuki! Katsuki! Please..please cum for me pleasee I need you—goo-good boy good boy fuck—“
That’s what sent him over.
His groans vibrated in your ear, a few softer moans when you clenched down on him as he was orgasmed that further led it to yours.
When he finishes and pulls out to clean you up you still can’t shut the fuck up,
“I love you, pretty boy.”
“Shut upppp.” He finally spoke back at you making you laugh out loud while he was between your legs.
You knew what you were doing when you compliment him he just can’t prove it yet.
thinkin’ about surprising former plug!eren at his new big boy job to give him lunch hehe (based on an ask sent in by this cutie @mrsicy )
cw include: dry humping, some messy kissing, dirty talk, hair pulling, eren likes to tease and he’s kinda mean, semi public sex?? idk girl, he cums on her pussy, oral f!receiving// wc: 3k
“hey connieee, is eren around?”
“yeah . . he’s in’a back. don’t be distracting him too much, ( ❤︎ ).”
you let out a small giggle, and flipped your hair over your shoulder, trying your absolute best to hide the mischievous glint in your eyes. “mm, i’ll try not to. see ya!”
and with that, you were practically skipping to the back of the shop in search of your boyfriend. though, it wasn’t very hard to miss the six four brunette with a bun sitting messily at the top of his head.
god, he was so handsome when he was in work mode.
his navy blue jumpsuit was undone at the top, sleeves wrapped around his slim waist leaving him in a white wife beater. his skin was glistening from working up a sweat causing the baby hairs from his bun to stick slightly to his forehead. you could only see the side of his face, but just by looking, you could tell his thick brows were furrowed, and he was most likely frowning.
you almost forgot what you were even there for when the sudden weight from the food you were carrying broke you out of your daze. you eyed him for a second longer before making your way over to him.
when eren heard footsteps approaching, he got severely annoyed, but once he saw it was you, a wide smile broke across his lips.
“oh, thank god it’s you. i’m tired of looking at these old bastards all day—connie included. especially the guy whose car i’m fixing right now. motherfucker thinks i can fix his busted catalytic converter in an hour, babe, a fucking hour—”
eren was interrupted by you pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, your cherry lip balm clinging to his dry ones.
“mm, thanks,” he chuckled dryly, rubbing his lips together. “what do you got for me, hm? smells like—”
“peppers. stuffed peppers to be exact.”
eren let out a low hum, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. if his hands weren’t covered in car gunk, they would’ve been wrapped around your waist. “fuckkkk, you’re the best. i’ve been craving these for days.”
“why do you think i made them silly. no way you’re eating fast food when you could have some homemade food—my homemade food,” you grinned, reaching your hand up to caress lightly at his jaw.
he leaned into your touch, and you could’ve sworn you saw a certain glint in those emerald eyes of his, but you decided to ignore it.
“c’mon, let’s go to the back for some privacy.”
“privacy to eat some peppers?” you asked, head cocking slightly to the side.
eren let out a low grunt, eyes fluttering shut as he swiftly cracked his neck. “yes, i need some privacy to eat some peppers. now bring your ass.”
you practically levitated off the ground, hearts forming in those big brown eyes he loves so much. “hehe, m’kay, rennie.”
while eren silently guided you, you couldn’t help but admire his muscles—his back muscles to be exact. he definitely buffed up a bit working this new job, and changed up his eating habits to keep up with the hard work. physically, he was no longer the lanky man you once knew.
the room was small, with a table and a couple chairs in the center, and a loveseat a few inches away from it. there was also a random sink in the corner that eren washed his hands in.
you couldn’t help but think how random it was that the back had another back room . . but whatever, girl.
“why did you bring me back here? we usually eat out there without a problem,” you smirked, carefully placing pink containers holding your lunch on the table.
eren kissed his teeth, a grin slowly creeping its way onto his lips.
you let out a small gasp when his hands cupped your ass over your miniskirt, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “can a man not want a little privacy with his woman?”
your stomach fluttered, a friendly reminder that you were veryyyy much still ovulating.
“that’s never an issue, but you’re not like other men, you’re a fuckin’ dog who thinks about hunching all the time,” you sassed back, making eren’s grin grow wider.
“ooo, baby, don’t do that. you know getting insulted by you turns me on,” and you both were laughing at his comment, but you knew he was deadly serious.
eren is actually thee worst person to argue with, because the whole time you’re chewing him out all he can think about is how bad he wants that fucking cookie.
playful insults were no different.
you rolled your eyes, “pig.”
his front not-so-subtlety pushed against yours. “keep goin’, and see what happens. there’s no cameras in here.”
god, how did you even get here? it felt like you’ve only said eight words to each other, and now, you’re already about pounce on each other.
“it doesn’t take very much for you to get worked up nowadays, does it?” you spoke softly, breath hitching in your throat when he brought his face closer to yours.
his head cocked to the side, lips parting in a toothy grin. “can you blame me? i went from seeing your sexy ass everyday to seeing these annoying, balding fucks every. single. day—shit, i can’t even talk about them too much or m’gonna get soft,” and this his you giggling like crazy, the corners of your eyes crinkling from laughter.
“babyyy c’mon, i’m serious. i don’t know what it is, but i’ve been missing you like crazy nowadays. ten hours without you, five or six days out of the week is torture.” you felt eren’s shoulders slump, then perk back up again. “but it’s much better than sitting in a cell, and not seeing you at all.”
your heart clenched, and slowly, you brushed your lips against his. “yeah . . it’s much, much better.”
you took a breath, then another, and then finally, eren cupped your jaw, and kissed you.
it all happened so quick!
one minute you were kissing, the next you were backed into the nearest wall, and shortly after that, eren was slipping his tatted hand under your skirt.
“h-hey—!”
“hush. s’just me n’ connie here right now, and he won’t come back here. unless you wanna stop? just say the word, and we can stop. i have an appetite for multiple things right now,” he grinned, referring to the peppers that were slowly getting cold.
despite being asked a question, you still took this moment to admire eren’s perfectly sculpted face. he’s spouted a few beauty marks since you first met him, and his eyes look a little more tired, but he still looked handsome as ever. one mark in particular that you’ve grown to adore is on his top lip in the left side. it was small, and almost barely noticeable if you weren’t practically touching noses with him.
a soft lick to your lips brought you out of your daze. “c’mon, come back to me,” eren purred, nudging his nose against yours.
“s-sorry! you can touch a little bit, we just can’t . . you know . . ”
“fuck?”
your manicured hands slapped across your face, shielding yourself from him, “don’t be so crude ren!”
“mmcht, i don’t even know what that means, but don’t worry. i have an idea.”
a few minutes later, and you were on the loveseat, sat prettily on eren’s lap, legs on either side of his thighs while your chest pressed snugly against his. his jumpsuit and the pants he was wearing underneath were shoved down to ends of his thighs, leaving him in his wife beater and briefs. he had your skirt flipped up so his hands were able to grab roughly at the soft skin of your ass.
you and eren didn’t dry hump often, but when you did, you best believe he made the best of it every single time.
your panty clad pussy was pressed hotly against his dick, covering him in a warmth that felt so foreign, but so nice.
“you’re getting my dick so wet, baby,” he purred into your skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck at your exposed collarbone. “remind me why we aren’t fuckin’ again?”
your hand smacked against his shoulder as a not-so-gentle request to shut his mouth. “because i-i don’t wanna—mm, d-do too much. plus this was your idea, ‘member—a-ah!”
just as you finished your sentence, eren’s hands were coming down to lay harsh smacks on both your ass cheeks. he was quick to soothe the tingling burn by running his hands are the heated skin.
“yeah, but with the way it’s lookin’, i might as well slip my dick in. i mean look at that,” he grunted, gripping your jaw in his hand. a whine bubbled in your chest when he forced you to look down, giving you a nice view of the way your drooling cunt left a wet patch that was anything but small.
drool pooled on your tongue. you wanted it, and you wanted it bad—but you couldn’t! you were quiet now, but you knew if you caved, and let eren fuck you the way he wants, everyone in a ten mile radius would be able to hear you.
“please stop talking,” your voice came out breathy and whiny, lashes threatening to flutter shut.
eren forced you to look at him, and applied gentle pressure to your jaw to pull you in close, “what? can’t handle seeing how fucking messy your pussy is? i think it’s hot—here, look again, and don’t you dare close those fuckin’ eyes.” he forced your head back down making you whine veryyy loudly.
his mouth was so filthy, you couldn’t stand it!
“at least lemme pull these to the side,” he gruffly chuckled, tugging on the waistband of your thong. the white material was practically sheer from how soaked it was. eren had half a mind to just rip them off, and be done with it, but that wouldn’t be the most ideal seeing as your skirt was already leaving little to the imagination.
you tried to pull yourself out of his grip, but all he did was wrap his hand around the back of your neck, and smush your forehead against his. “why’re you tryna run? i asked you a question,” and just as he finished his sentence, his other hand released the waistband of your panties, making them snap against your dewy skin. “two questions actually if this empty lil head was actually paying attention.”
your lips pushed in a pout when his pointer finger tapped against the side of your head. oh, how you loathed when he asked too many questions during times like this. you didn’t even have to question if he did it on purpose anymore, because you knew he was.
“y-you’re such an ass, ren. just pull them to the—hah, s-side please.” you slowed your movements only briefly to allow eren to hook his finger in the fabric, and yank it to the side.
the material of his briefs felt like heaven against your swollen clit. thanks to losing that extra layer, you were able to feel the outline of his cock between your puffy folds.
“f-feels good, huh? shit, i’m close,” he groaned rather loudly, letting his head tilt back into the couch. you took this opportunity to bury your face in his neck. he smelt of musk, and the woodsy scented cologne he spritzed on himself that morning. it had your head spiraling.
a hiss left eren’s puffy lips when your manicured fingers tugged at his hair, messing his bun up further—if you could even call it a bun at this point.
“ooo, y-yes, it feels so good m’gonna—”
“heh, better hurry up before connie comes back here lookin’ for me,” eren breathily chuckled, blindly reaching for your breast. your heart was thumping so hard, you could barely even hear him speak, but you couldn’t deny that his words had you clenching over nothing.
“y-you said he wouldn’t!”
“did i?” he hummed, taking a second to think to himself before bringing his lips close to your ear, “i lied. jus’ wanted to get you to stop shaking like a baby deer, and calm down. now cum.”
bastard. him, and his stupidly big dick irritated the hell out of you sometimes.
your hips had gained a mind of their own, grinding erratically into eren’s erection like it was your lifeline. all eren could do was bite his lip, and help you out, tatted hands gripping onto your asscheeks to keep your rhythm going.
“ere—!”
eren could’ve frowned at how loudly you whined from having your mouth covered, but he had to keep you quiet!
“fuck, i’m sorry, baby. i know, i know—just cum for me, y-yeah?”
one last bump of his covered dick against your clit had you convulsing, your eyes rolling so far back, eren could only see the whites of them. “jesus christ, look at that,” eren nearly growled, drool pooling on his tongue at the sight of your webs of essence clinging to the material of his briefs.
“c’mere.”
you didn’t even hear him, head still ringing from the mind numbing orgasm you were still experiencing. suddenly, his hand was removed, and was replaced by his lips in a bruising kiss. he forced his tongue between your lips, sucking yours into his mouth greedily.
“y-yes, baby—f-fuck yeah,” eren moaned into your mouth, hips stilling as he felt the coil in his tummy begin to unwind. “shit, h-hold these back for me, princess,” he whined out, referring to your panties that he was now holding in an iron grip.
with a trembling hand you took the garment between your fingers, and eren wasted no time lifting your lower half slightly with one arm, while his other hand yanked down his briefs, exposing his reddish pink, leaking dick. he whined yet again when his rough hand wrapped around the sensitive muscle and stroked it, quickly.
his cum painted your pussy in messy streaks, and even when the spurts turned into a weak dribble, he still rubbed his cock all along the petal soft skin of your folds.
“ugh, you’re so messy with it,” you huffed out, nose scrunching as your fingers swiped over the complete mess between your legs.
“i know, isn’t it great?” eren was content as ever with a big ass dopey grin spread across those pretty lips. his cock sat heavy against his tummy, slowly softening. “i could clean it up if you want.”
eren’s eyes trailed from your puffy cunt, to your eyes, only to find you already staring at him. this silent staring content went on for another minute before eren had you bent over the armrest of the couch, your bare pussy now exposed to the cool air.
“i’ll be quick don’t worry, mama,” he smirked, tongue the inside of his cheek as he pulled up his briefs and pants. you looked back at him, and unfortunately, you couldn’t deny that having him be fully clothed while you were still bare had you dripping.
you nearly could’ve came again simply from watching him redo his bun.
eren was never the type to be afraid of tasting his own cum—especially since you were so into it, so he had absolutely to problem slobbering all over your pussy like the munch he was to make sure you were all cleaned up. he may have suckled on your clit once or twice for funsies, but he’s only human!
“alright, all clean,” he rasped, gripping the fat of your ass to give the soft skin a sweet kiss. before you could even speak, you heard the sound of the doorknob moving.
you almost panicked—almost, but eren being the levelheaded man he was simply snapped your panties back into place, and maneuvered you into a sitting position.
“eren, i know you’re fuckin’ lying,” was all you heard on the other side, and even though it was just connie, it still had you heart racing a bit. you looked over at eren who had just finished tying the sleeves of his jumpsuit around his waist, not a look of worry or concern on his face.
“here,” he spoke softly handing you the pink tupperware containing your food. “can’t a guy get a fuckin’ minute to eat in peace with his woman?” he popped open the top to the container to his own, and take a comically large bite, a bite so big it had you giggling.
“yeah, but i know you two ain’t . . eating . .”
when the door swung open, connie was met with a visibly irritated eren, his cheeks puffed up from chewing.
“you were saying?” you piped up from the back, a look of faux innocence spread across your features. you were playing cool, but in all honesty, your clit was still throbbing with need, and your panties were starting to stick uncomfortably to your folds.
“well who locks a door to eat?”
you were going to speak again, but eren beat you to it, “she doesn’t have to explain shit to you. now, what can i do for you—and it better not be about that dickhead with the busted converter.”
connie’s eyes narrowed, eyeing eren closely, then he looked over at you, then back to eren. “mmcht, whatever. i was coming to let you know that since it’s supposed to storm really bad, we’re gonna close up early, so wrap this up alright?”
as the two men spoke, all you could do was try to contain your dizziness. it amazed you how eren was being so cool—so unbothered. he was never satisfied only cumming one time, so knew he was definitely feeling a little pent up.
when you finally zoned back in, connie was no longer there, and eren was back to cracking his neck. you hated the new habit, but you couldn’t blame him since he was bent over the hood of someone’s care for half a day.
“how about i give you a massage when you get home, hm? we’ll have a little more time together since you’ll be leaving early,” you spoke softly, slowly getting up from the loveseat. your legs felt like jelly, but eren was right there to keep you steady by wrapping his arms around you.
“mm, i would love nothing more. maybe some head after?”
your arms wrapped around his neck, hearts practically forming in your eyes. “of course, babe. i’ll take extra special care of you.”
this made eren chuckle. you were really the sweetest little thing.
“that’s very sweet, baby, but i meant some head for you. i wanna finish what i started back there.”
And fuck anyone who said Katsuki only spearheaded the funding of the suit just because he was guilty for middle school. This look and smile is not the face of someone who was obligated to do sth, it's the face of someone who cares about his childhood friend's biggest dream the most. Look how happy he is for him.
Why is it so hard for ppl to understand Katsuki deeply cares about ppl in his life, specially izuku. They still see him as the middle school kid in chapter one🙄
husband!katsuki who always stares at your ring when he’s holding your hand. runs his thumb over it while you talk, doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. sees it glinting in the sunlight while you nap on his chest and gets a tight, hot feeling in his chest like he could die happy right now.
husband!katsuki who never learned how to rest until he had you. comes home from patrol with tension in his shoulders, drops his bag by the door, and doesn’t relax until you kiss his jaw and say, “welcome home, baby.”
husband!katsuki who folds your laundry with his earbuds in, grumbling through it—but tucks your socks together in neat little pairs and always puts your favourite shirt on top. wipes down the bathroom sink. buys extra of your shampoo without asking. won’t say he likes domestic shit. but he does. because it means you’re not going anywhere.
husband!katsuki who can’t keep his hands off you when you wear his shirts. walks by and smacks your ass, pulls you into his lap, nuzzles into your shoulder with a low “you tryin’ to get fucked on the couch or what?” like he’s joking—except he’s already pushing the fabric up your thighs.
husband!katsuki who still growls when you tease him—but melts the second you say “be nice to your wife.” groans low, grabs your hips, mutters “fuckin’ cheat code, you know that?” while dragging his mouth down your stomach.
husband!katsuki who fucks you rougher now that you’re married. not meaner. just deeper. slower. like he has something to prove. like he wants you to feel it when you walk the next day. says “s’what you get for marryin’ me, huh?” with his fingers in your mouth and his cock buried to the base. like this is just part of the deal now.
