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💋 What a Tease!

synopsis: you've been teasing Katsuki all week, and now he's finally got his hands on you!

cw: MDNI18+, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, intimate af near the end, he's a simp for us, Katsuki Bakugo x reader, post timeskip

a/n: shit, i gotta do an angry sex fic w/ him or smth idk this stirred something dark deep within me

❥ Smack! 

The sound of your boyfriend’s hand coming down on your ass, and the delicious sting that followed made your eyes roll back, mouth hanging open in pleasure. The growl Katsuki produced, low and deep in his chest, made your instincts flare and you shivered involuntarily. Like the way a small animal would when faced with a bigger predator. 

Still… You pushed your hips back into his, silently asking-begging-for more. Maybe you were a borderline masochist, but you didn’t care. Not when he forced your head down into the mattress, nearly folding you in half without a care in the world of how it made your back and muscles tinge with pain. 

A pain he knew you liked. 

“You think yer so fuckin’ funny, huh? Sendin’ me those dirty fuckin’ texts all week while I worked, knowin’ ya wouldn't be here by the time I got home.” 

With your face hidden under his rough, hot hand, you allowed your lips to twitch in amusement. You did think you were funny. At least, a little bit. And considering your “punishment” consisted of being slammed up against the nearest wall the moment your hot-headed boyfriend burst through the door, his lips crashing into yours before you could say a single word, you didn’t feel a thread of guilt for your torment. 

“I-I’m sorry, Kats-ah!”

He scoffed and bent over, tacky chest now pressed right up against your back. His fingers dove into your hair, wrenching your head back enough to look into his dilated, red eyes. He was snarling like a feral animal and his nails pinched your skin where he held your hip, keeping you arched in the uncomfortable position. 

“There ain’t a single sorry bone in your body, don’t lie to me.” 

Your mouth dropped open from a hard thrust. Your legs trembled and toes curled. The heat that pooled in your stomach raged like Katsuki’s quirk. Hot, fiery, and unforgiving. 

Your moans raised in volume, mixed with his soft grunts and growls while he slammed into you over and over again. 

“You miss me that much, huh? So fuckin’ needy for me that you couldn't wait just a few days? You had to touch yourself and send me videos of that wet pussy every night?” 

You whined, loving his filthy mouth, but he wasn’t done. Far from it. 

“You know what I had to resort to? Fuckin’ jerkin’ off in a random alley like some horny teenager because my girl couldn’t let me work in peace for five God damn days. Those sounds you made-” he let go of a shaky breath that made you perk up, eyes flicking up to his once again, ignoring the abnormal bend in your spine in order to do so. 

“God, they were so pretty. Like I was right fuckin’ there with you. It was my fingers in your pussy. My fingers. My pussy. My girl. My orgasm to take from you. It’s all fuckin’ mine. You’re mine.” 

Your eyes widened with every passing second as you listened to your boyfriend ramble in your ear between harsh breaths. He sounded… Insane, and the realization that you were the reason he was losing his mind made you clench around his aching, throbbing cock. 

He gasped into your neck and palmed the back of your head, like your body was the only thing keeping him on this plane. 

“I couldn’t cum a single fuckin’ time, either. It didn’t matter how long I stood there-my dick refused to cooperate unless I was right here. Inside you.” 

Shock rolled through you and your hand flew back, gripping the nape of his neck and digging your nails into the damp strands of his hair at his hairline. He groaned and bit into the fleshy part of your shoulder, making you wiggle and squirm underneath him as pain bloomed beneath his teeth.

“I-I didn’t know-hah!-I just,” you swallowed hard against your drying mouth and blinked wide eyes up at him. A full body shiver racked his body and his short, snappy thrusts slowed into long, toe-curling ones, signalling to you that he was close. He always changed it up when he was about to come, wanting it to last longer for the both of you-even if he had wrung a handful of orgasms out of you already. 

And typically, you’d beg for more. You’d pull back and tease him, keeping his orgasm at bay. But not this time. Not after what he just told you. 

“I missed you, Kats. I missed you every day. I just wanted you h-here.” 

You felt it-the moment your words did just as you expected them to. His muscles quivered and he pushed your hips down flat onto the bed, grabbing both of your hands and pinning them to the mattress, hot, calloused fingers tangled with yours. 

Your eyes rolled back-the pressure from his body on top of yours made you see stars, and your pussy, wet and dripping, soaking you both in your release, fluttered around his drenched cock as he pushed you toward another orgasm that was likely to be the best one yet. 

“Yeah, just like that,” he breathed shakily, “squeeze me just like that, baby. Come on my dick again if ya missed me that much.” 

His teeth nibbled at your earlobe before he trailed a line of deliciously lazy, wet kisses down the top of your spine

Your eyes squeezed shut on instinct when the heat from your belly exploded out into your limbs, flooding your mind and body while you moaned into the pillow and gushed on your boyfriend’s cock for the nth time that night. 

Bakugo groaned deep in his chest, and finally, after a week of teasing and pent up tension, his dick spasmed deep in your pussy, and you felt the hot, thick ropes of cum fill you up while he carried you both through your orgasms, rocking his hips a few more times to keep you high. 

You laid there together for several, silent minutes, catching your breath and basking in the warm glow of finally being together after too many days apart. When he collapsed beside you, half of his body still on top of yours, exhausted and relieved, you scrambled to snuggle closer with a happy hum of approval, your face pressed against his warm neck. 

Chuckling, he kissed your temple before letting his lips rest there, arm curling around your back to hold your hip. 

“Damn brat. Yer a tease.” 

You grinned and cracked open an eye to glance at him. His were half-lidded and his body had melted into the mattress, looking more relaxed than you’d seen in a while. 

“I’m your tease, though.” 

You smirked when you felt his cock twitch against your upper thigh, and his red gaze swirled with slowly building heat. 

“Tch-don’t start something you can’t finish.” Oh, you certainly planned on finishing him.

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number one fan

to celebrate the one year anniversary of this blog, have this fic I prepared for you all~ I hope you enjoy~

characters 18+. contents: pro hero Bakugo, rough sex, multiple rounds, some oral, slight overstim, quirk use, mentions/use of birth control, creampie, dirty talk, 

~

the crowd cheering and shouting could only boost the ego of Ground Zero, it meant he was getting popular and that meant he was gaining traction on becoming the number one hero. Bakugo only dreamed of one thing, he still had the aspiration to become the greatest hero and have the biggest house and all that other great stuff. looking at the crowd cheering and thanking him for saving their asses once again, he grinned. he couldn’t help it if it looked arrogant, he was feeling the pride swell within him. with the crowd and the reporters asking him questions, he was sure that it wouldn’t be much longer before he was the number one hero and everyone would be looking at him and giving him all the praise.

when the cameras were finally gone and the police had taken in the stupid villain, Bakugo was finally able to leave. he had simply been patrolling the streets when that idiot villain thought he could take on a hero like himself. it was the craziest, stupidest thing he had seen all week. all he wanted to do was get back to his agency and take a breather, and he really wasn’t that far.

he was making a steady pace when someone jumped in front of him from an alleyway. he took a defensive stance, readying to blast someone from their spot. but when he saw you clearly, camera clutched in hand and a big smile on your face, he relaxed. “you trying to get yourself killed? you shouldn’t jump out in front of heroes fresh out of a fight.”

you shook your head, a light blush coming to your cheeks. “I know, I just… I wanted a picture of you… if that’s alright.”

he made a disgruntled noise. “I’m done taking pictures.” he walked past you without another care in the world.

you followed after him. “I’m your biggest fan!” you told him, laughing softly like a giggly school girl. he glanced at you over his shoulder, watching you follow him carefully. “I’ve been following your career since you debuted as your own hero persona. you’ve gotten significant growth since that drug bust a few months ago and the American mob boss.”

he stopped and turned to you. you had only been following him for a few store fronts, but you were getting on his nerve. he didn’t need some lady telling him about his career. “look, is a picture all you want? will that make you go away?”

you gave him another big smile. “well, yes. I won’t lie, I want to sell exclusives so that I can hopefully finish my degree.”

“alright, whatever. I don’t need to know your life story,” he said and looked around, then looked back at you. you didn’t look too much younger than him, maybe twenty. you weren’t a complete dumbass if that was really your plan of action. he growled lowly, “make it quick. and no flash.”

you smiled and reached out, taking his gloved hand and running ahead. as you lead him, he prepares himself incase you really are a nutcase looking to try hurting him or doing anything crazy, but after turning a corner and running another block, he realized you’re as truthful as can be. you stop at a wall that’s free of any posters or adverts, there wasn’t even a spot of graffiti in sight, and you asked him to stand in front of it. you were mostly quiet, asking him to look at you and to “try not to look so grumpy.”

despite your saying you just wanted one picture, you took multiple, but Bakugo didn’t mind as much as he thought he would. you were more tolerable than any newscaster or paparazzi that he had to deal with on a normal day. all you wanted were a few pictures, but you didn’t make too much of a big deal after he agreed. you were talking to him as if he wasn’t a hero, making jokes and talking about anything that came to your mind. what he should have thought of as mildly annoying wasn’t so unbearable.

“is that all you wanted?” he asked, watching you as you looked through the photos taken.

you looked up and smiled, nodding to him appreciatively. “yeah, thank you so much.”

as you walked closer to him, he looked away and grunted. “Whatever, just take your pictures and go.” you stared up at him, still smiling, though now a little shyly. “what?”

“well, I just feel a little guilty. I mean, you let me take these pictures… I don’t want to go and not do something for you in return,” you explained to him gently. he felt wary again, but pushed it down as he looked at your big eyes gazing up at him. you were his biggest fan, your words, not his, and you seemed to have only the best intentions. plus, you had a pretty pair of lips, ones that were glossed and looked soft and could actually do something for him now that he thought about it. “is there anything I can do? I would do anything for you.”

there was something that you could do. He’s been too busy for weeks now, not that it really mattered. he hadn’t been in any kind of relationship for a while, whether that was just a quick hookup or something more long term. he was aching and was pent up, his hand simply not enough. even if it was, he hadn’t had the time to get off in a little while now. so yes, there was definitely something you could do for him…

he stepped closer to you, backed you into the wall, and got close to your cute face. with one hand on the wall behind you and the other on your hip, he could feel your light tremble of excitement. the smile you gave him did little to hide the blush on your cheeks. after all, here you were on the side of a building with your favorite hero so close that he could smell the sweet smell of your breath.”there is one thing that you can do, but it’ll have to wait until tonight…”

he didn’t like doing anything risky when he was on the job. that could give him the wrong kind of attention and he was smarter than to let his personal problems interfere with his career. Especially ones like this.

you weren’t some dumbass; you caught on quickly and reached out, sliding a hand up his chest just to feel him up. his muscles felt just as amazing as you thought they would, not that you thought of that often. it was a passing thought, one that came and went. you were still amazed, just not so surprised. you looked up at him with a hint of lust in your eyes. “my place or yours?”

“Yours,” he said almost immediately. “wouldn’t want you leaking my address to any other extras.”

you giggled and bit your lip. the longer he looked at you like that, the more he wanted to break his rules and fuck you against the wall. you were really so willing to receive his offer and flirting, but you weren’t throwing yourself at him. it was really making him feel all his blood flow south.

as soon as you agreed, you gave him your address and told him to come by whenever he’s ready. all that you request is that he take a shower, which to him was a given. he wasn’t about to go to you for sex and smell like a hard day’s work. that wasn’t about to happen even if you were just a quick hook up to help him get off. that was never going to happen.

~

though you didn’t know when Ground Zero was going to be coming over, you tried to get your place cleaned up. it wasn’t the best, but certainly not the worst. it was an apartment that you did your best to keep clean, which wasn’t so hard since it was so small and only you lived there. still, it was cramped and you had your school books everywhere. you had a desk right beside your bed and a nightstand that seemed to take up half of your bedroom. needless to say, you couldn’t have another person live there with you even if you wanted them to, even if you got rid of half your stuff.

that was besides the point. you had the Ground Zero coming to your place to fuck you. you pinched yourself on the way home just to make sure that it wasn’t all a dream, which you were happy you didn’t wake up from. this was real and happening. but just because you made plans to have a fun night with your favorite hero, you still had work to do. so once you were done cleaning, you sat down at your desk and started drafting.

you shamelessly ran a fan page for none other than Ground Zero. you couldn’t help it when you first started it, it was just a hobby that you thought you could use to pass the time and relax from classes and work. it worked for a while, but then a lot of people started to follow your blog posts and actually leave comments. you couldn’t just not respond. now the webpage was a part of your daily life; you checked it everyday for messages and whenever there was something to post about, you did. but you didn’t just type out your first thoughts and hit post. you were more thoughtful about it. you wanted to put your thoughts out there correctly so that they couldn’t be misconstrued. you took it as seriously as anything else in your life.

you stopped writing to consider what was going to happen later. that wasn’t something you wanted to share online. sure, you knew that it was probably just sex and wouldn’t turn into anything more than that - hell, it probably wasn’t going to go beyond this one night - but you could only imagine what kind of responses you would get if you made a headline of “I fucked Ground Zero.” people wouldn’t believe you for one thing, and even if they did believe you, what would that make you? some hero fucker? that wasn’t something you wanted.

you knew why you had agreed to it. it was Ground Fucking Zero, one of the hottest, badass heroes of year, hell, you’d go as far as to say century. he was a fantastic hero who got the job done, he was strong and determined. he was an admirable hero. but you also swamped. between school, work, and running a blog, you had little time for a relationship. you were too focused on the degree and the money to care about the guy who was checking out your ass in your classes - besides, he was a creep. you didn’t have time to get laid, but you supposed if a great hero like him was going to offer, why not take it?

you pushed aside the article you were writing and got up for some water. looking at the time, you had a few hours before he got off his shift, one of the few things he did tell you. you didn’t blame him for being secretive, that was a given. he was a pro hero and you were a fan, it didn’t go deeper than that. you were okay with that. but given the time, you were worried it wasn’t going to go by fast enough.

you needed a shower, or rather wanted one. you needed to relax and take a moment to yourself. forget classes, forget work, forget the post. you needed more you time. you downed your glass of water and started a shower, going to collect a towel or two and some special shower products, just more things to help you relax. as soon as that warm stream of water hit your body, you felt your muscles become less tense. washing up was going to be a great relief.

it’s only after you step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body do you begin to worry again. this time about what you’re going to wear. you know it won’t matter so much because you’ll end up naked by the end of the night, but you would still like to look nice when he shows up. for the time being, you dry off and put on a comfortable outfit to wear around the house. then, you go to the bathroom to dry and brush your hair so that it will look nice.

when looking in the mirror, you couldn’t help but think a little color on your lips wouldn’t hurt. you thought that it would look nice, but then an invading thought of leaving a few marks on him might be nice too. as soon as your hair was done, with a little bounce in it, you grab your tube of pink shimmer lip gloss and paint it on. then a little powder and blush… and a little mascara wouldn’t hurt either. you stop after that, not wanting to overdo it, but damn do you look good!

all that’s left now is the matter of wardrobe. you walk to your closet and pull it open. the clothes would spill out if it weren’t for you masterful skill of keeping them jam-packed in there. you were just thankful that you decided to do laundry when you did, with only a few scraps in the dirty hamper when Ground Zero will arrive. as you rifle through the clothing, you open drawers and thumb through everything in search of something, anything, to make a sexy impression on the hero. then it hits you, and you know exactly what to wear…

~

Bakugo had gotten off about an hour ago. he’d already come all the way home and taken a shower, but was struggling with himself on whether this was a good idea or not. you were pretty much a stranger. sure, he’d spent an hour or so with you just taking pictures and flirting, maybe even less time than that, but you were still a stranger. not that he was worried about his life, he could handle any situation, but the idea still stood. what if this was all an act to get him alone? what if you were seeking this out to try something dangerous? it wouldn’t end well for you, at which Bakugo wouldn’t care much at that point, but he was still concerned, for some reason.

he pulled his shirt over his head and ran a hand through his still wet hair. the day had gone by slowly after the event at which you had caught him at. he thought about leaving early but decided against it, even after the tiring events. he ate lunch and wasn’t so hungry by the time he had gotten home. he still kept himself hydrated, but otherwise only had a small snack before taking a breather.

thinking about you, back pressed to the wall as you clutched that camera that hung around your neck. your hand on him had felt almost heavenly and it was just a ghost of a touch at the end of the day, but he still felt it. when he brought his hand to his abs and up to his pecs, he couldn’t recreate that feeling you gave him. it was like a tingling, he couldn’t explain it otherwise. the pout of your lips and the look in your eyes, the smell of confection on your breath. he wondered if you spent all day just eating sugar, a hyperfocus on whether your lips tasted just as sweet.

without needing any more convincing, he stood up and checked his phone for the directions to your place. if all came crashing down, he knew he could get out of any bad situation, but didn’t think you’d be so callous. you were too smiley for that kind of stuff. he was going to your apartment and he was going to be the one to destroy your world.

it didn’t take him too long to get to your street and even less time to find your place. he climbed the stairs and got to your fourth floor apartment door before he knew what he was going to say to you. were words even necessary? would you even care? he knocked on the door without a second thought and waited with his hands in his pockets. he heard padded footsteps on the other side and a few other noises, then the sliding of a lock. you had looked through the peephole, that much was obvious, but he didn’t really care. the more discreet this was, the better. he wasn’t ready for what was waiting for him on the other side, however.

you stood in your doorway, holding the door as if you were shy, and you smiled up at him innocently. you were wearing a black, lace babydoll. it showed off your breasts and held them so perfectly, and it stopped at your midthigh and flowed so well that it would be so easy for him to slip his hands under. you didn’t wear a bra under it, but you did wear a matching pair of panites. your hair fell nicely and you had a touch of makeup on, not that you needed it. it was like a goddess had opened the door.

“come on in,” you said and turned around. that was when he noticed your panites were cheeky and he followed you in a hurry. he closed the door behind him and when he turned around, you pinned your hands on either side of his head. if he wasn’t hard before, he certainly was now. you had that look in your eyes again, that hungry one, but it was stronger now. you slid your hand down and locked the door.

as soon as he heard the click, he grabbed your face and kissed you. it was rough and your lips were squishing and molding together, your hands pulling him in closer. your hips pressed into his and your moaned in satisfasction at what you discovered. an ache shot through him and he groaned, hands already traveling down to your ass and slipping under your babydoll. he was torn between whether he wanted to fuck you in it or tear it off of you. but his hands were full of your ass and he’s eating up your moans and leading you to somewhere he doesn’t know, so it’s only one of many ideas in his head.

you pulled out of the borderline make out breathless and pointed to a small hallway where your bedroom was. wordlessly, he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. you began to grind yourself into his crotch as he made his way to your room. the door was already open and he just walked right in and didn’t bother to close it. he laid you on the bed and began to undo his pants, needing the relief of being free. he holds his shirt in his mouth as you watch him, lip caught between your teeth. he wanted to feel those teeth on him, he wanted to make you have to bite down on him to contain your moans.

you sat up when his cock came free and sprang up, bobbing at you as it leaks a bead of pre. it was the thickest cock you’d seen, especially at the base, and had pretty veins in the right places that you knew would feel heavenly soon enough. you lean forward and crawl toward him, opening your mouth and taking the tip into your warm mouth. your lips feel so soft, the gloss on them spread on his own and now over his cock in a thin residue. you suck on the tip and grab his shaft in one hand. you fist his shaft as he groans and bites into his shirt harder. one hand goes into your hair and grips it tightly.

he can’t hold his tongue any longer. “fuck, you’ve got a good mouth on you. I knew it was good for more than just talking.”

you pulled off and looked up at him, batting your eyes with a smirk. “you’ve been thinking about all the things my mouth can do?”

he nodded and watched you, reaching up with one hand and pulling his shirt off. his teeth grit as you only used your hand, tongue poked out. you were being a tease and he didn’t like that. with the hand in your hair, he pulled your head closer and guided his cock to your lips. he pushed right past them as your opened your mouth to take all of him. he was big for you mouth and your lips wrapped tightly around him, your tongue pushing and gliding against his shaft as he pushed. his tip gagged you but that didn’t stop him. you took deep breaths through your nose until it pressed into his pelvis. you stared up at him, moaning around him as his cock jumped in your mouth, a low grown leaving his lips as he tilted his head back.

he pulled back in a rush and pushed back in, alarming you for a moment. you prepared yourself and held yourself up on your arms as his other hand found your hair, which he’d already made a mess out of and expected to make even messier. he fucked your mouth roughly, grunting harshly. “you shouldn’t tease me, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about this all day and I’m not going to hold back.” you moaned to him in understanding, some of the sounds vaguely similar to words. “you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.”

you moaned louder and Bakugo knows that he won’t be last long with you making such sounds, or even the sinful faces you made at him. your eyes wouldn’t leave him and you were absolutely flushed. when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and your eyes slightly rolled up, but they always focused on him again. “you’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?”

he pulled out before you can answer, his cock glistening in your saliva. the tip began to build up with pre again as he ordered you to lay on the bed. he watched you did as he told you and your look up at him, still attempting to catch your breath. he descended onto the bed and crawled over you, and though your legs were already spread, he pushed them further apart. he pushed the babydoll up and gripped the lace in his hands, contemplating what he wanted to do, but before he could make a decision, he caught sight of your soaked pantie.

“look at you, fucking drenched for me,” he said and put a thumb on the spot. he dragged it up your slit until he found your clit through the fabric. you moaned loudly and bucked your hips when he did, which only made him start rubbing circles into it. “you can’t wait for a great hero like me to fuck you, huh? I’m your favorite aren’t I? that’s why you’re my biggest fan, yeah?” you moaned and panted as he spoke, nodding to him and flushed. “use your words.”

“yes,” you panted out, wiggling your hips under his touch. the stimulation was so good, but you wanted more. “can’t wait much longer, Ground Zero.”

hearing you use his hero name in that needy, desperate tone made him stop. he gripped your panties and tore them drown your legs, pulling them off of you as fast as he could. your pretty, glistening pussy was there, ready and begging for him. he took two fingers and spread your wetness to your clit, where he continued to stimulate it and make you moan for him. he dipped his head down and licked up your folds, then used his other hand and pushed two fingers in. your legs jumped and you moaned at the sudden but welcome intrusion. your legs ended up on his shoulders and trying to pull him in, but he was happily finger fucking you and watching you shake under his touch.

“Ground Zero, please!” you moaned out.

“what do you want?”

“your-” a particularly hard thrust made you interrupt yourself with a moan, “your tongue!”

“if you’re sure,” he said, bringing his lips closer to your entrance. you nodded and with that he stopped the pressure on your clit and replaced his fingers with his tongue. you threw your head back and bucked your hips into him. he was happy to hear you sing a chorus of moans for him, his hero name falling off your lips like a praise to a god. it was making him have to thrust his hips into your mattress, just for a little relief until he could bury himself into you again.

he slipped his tongue down and pushed it into your pussy, lapping at your walls as he played with you. your puffy clit now sat untouched, but he made up for it by the grip he held on your thigh and the fingers he still had buried in your cunt. “you taste so good, I could eat you out everyday.” he could feel your legs begin to tremble harder on his shoulders and he knew you were close, so he pulled away and left your little hole quivering with need.

you brought your head up, whining with small tears in your eyes. “wh-why did you stop?”

he licked his lips clean of your sweet essence and smirked at you. “because… you don’t get to cum before I do.”

your eyes widened slightly. he slipped from under your legs and your gaze followed him as he climbed up your body. he hooked his hands under your knees and brought your legs up into his shoulders again, angling your body just how he wanted to. your baby doll bunched up on your body and he looked down at you, licking his lips again as he took in the sight.

he dragged his eyes up to meet yours again. “condom?” he asked. he knew he should have brought one, or more, but he hadn’t had any at home. he could have gotten a box on the way, but he hadn’t wanted to seem like he had the entire night planned out… you shook your head at him, which made him curse under his breath. “then are you safe?”

you nodded and bit your lip. “yeah, I’m on the pill…”

“good, I don’t want any little surprises,” he told you. he reached between the two of you and grabbed his cock, lining it up to your cunt. just feeling the tip brush against you made the both of you let out small, desperate moans. when he began pushing into you, a gasp left your mouth and he grunted. “shit, you’re tight as hell.”

you moaned and reached up, putting your hands on his. your nails dug into his skin lightly. “i-it’s been a little while,” you admit unabashedly. “fuck, you’re so big.”

he wasn’t even halfway buried in your nice pussy, but hearing that he was the first guy to get a taste of you for a bit made him snap his hips. he was pushed into you to the hilt and your eyes were big and wide and those tears that had been clinging to your ducts fell down the side of your face. “fuck!”

he sat there, panting in your face as he adjusted to the way your walls hugged him. you gave him the signal he could move and he let his hips do all the work while he held you practically folded in half. he began a fast, brutal pace and he realized he wasn’t going to last too long like this. Your pussy was pulling him in and he was hitting so deep. you were screaming, crying as he hit your spongey g-spot and he knew you weren’t going to last long either. any thoughts he had before of making you wait were forgotten. he didn’t want to make you or himself wait for that.

he wasn’t even expecting it, but with on hard thrust and the tightening of your cunt around him, he came buckets into your little hole. he stilled and rubbed your clit as fast as he could, wanting to feel and see you cum on him. the idea of you cumming with him was too hot too. and just like that, you were calling out to him and arching your back as best you could. your legs crossed behind his head as your fluttering walls drank up all the cum. it was so much, so much pent up cum, that it came out from around the tight seal you two made where your bodies connected. it slid over your body and made you shudder.

he leaned down near the end of the high, pulled the cups of your babydoll down, and latched his mouth onto one of your nipples. the other pebbled up when it hit the air and he was as quick as could be to put his hand over it and start tweaking it. your moans didn’t stop with these ministrations and you were quaking under him, but you only encouraged him on. your hands wrapped around his head and pulled him in as he sucked and nipped at your flesh. and just from that contact alone, when he twisted your nipple, he had you cumming again just that fast.

he pulled out after you came down again, your pussy a wet, sloppy mess as his cum gushes out. he eased your legs down and squeezed your thighs as he moved them up to grab your hips. he turned you over and lifted your hips. even your ass if covered in his cum and he couldn’t help but get a little messy as he rubbed it into your skin before giving you a hard smack. the quivering your pussy does only entices him to bury himself into your hole again and started fucking you, which is exacly what he did.

he slipped in and let adjust to the new feeling as he hit a new depth. you’re on your arms, holding yourself up with heavy breathing and small moans. when he began his harsh pace again, you got louder and the tears didn’t seem to stop.

it didn’t hurt. It just felt too damn good. you couldn’t help but cry. you had never had a man make you feel this good. he was so big, he hit all the right spots with each thrust. even from a different angle, he hit everything so well. you had your head rested on your arms as he rocked your body from behind. your breasts swung and rubbed into the sheets so rapidly, but that felt like heaven too.

his hand came down on your ass again and you screamed out, dying down into a moan of pure pleasure. he continued to spank you as he drove his cock into your depths. your skin was red and hot and he would knead it after a few hits to soothe it. then he lightly set off his quick on the other cheek and you choked on a moan. he stopped, cock buried as he looked at the slight burn on your ass, then looked at you.

you were looking at him over your shoulder, cheeks wet and messy, eyes hazy and lustful. you shook you as into his hips to urge him on. “don’t stop now,” you whined. “do it again.”

with that, he brought his hand down on your ass with a light pop. the small explosion stung but you loved it. his hips continued to piston into you and the smack of his heavy balls into your clit was driving you to that orgasmic cliff once more.

Bakugo leant down and reached his hand around, grabbing your breast and pulling it. he groaned into your ear and as you came around him once more, suffocating his cock and pulling him in. “fuck, you’re driving me fucking crazy. this pussy is so good.”

your makeup was messed up and you could feel it caking into your cheeks, but you didn’t care. you felt like a mess, so you might as well look like one. he fucked you through your third orgasm and it started to sting. your legs were getting weak and you were crying, but he nibbled your earlobe and tugged on your breast and it was the best feeling in the word. the road to overstimulation was straight and he was driving you down it hot and steady. “Ground… Ground Zero,” you huffed out.

“yeah, baby, you love my cock don’t you? you love how I fuck you like this?” he spoke gruffly, voice raspy. he was getting close to his end. he had to hold your whole body up when your legs and arms gave out, but he didn’t care. he was getting tired but he was still strong enough to hold himself up and hold you. “you’re a little slut for my cock, huh?”

you nodded, entire body rocking with his thrusts. You were hot and sticky with cum and sweat, but you were still enjoying yourself, even if your legs were shuddering with the overstimulation that was building you.

“fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” he nearly shouted and laid your chest into the mattress. he grabbed your hips and drove into you harder, making you cry. his orgasm came hard and fast just as you had your final one of the night. your walls quivered and you quaked under him, his chest pressing you into the sheets. he was stuffing your cunt again and you felt bloated with his cum, it leaking out of your full hole and down your red thighs.

he pulled out, panting hard as he turned you over and looked at you. your lacy babydoll was wrinkled and had some wet spots on it, your chest was red blotched and marked up with a few bite marks, your neck all the way up to your cheeks were flushed; you were sweaty and your hair was stuck to your face and neck and ever your shoulders, your cheeks streaked with black mascara; your legs still trembled and jumped, your thighs coating in his cum that lead all the way back to your messy, puffy pussy. he had wrecked you and you had enjoyed every moment of it. he had too.

before he could say anything to you, not that he really had anything to say, your smiling lips relaxed as your eyes fell closed. you were asleep with a tiny smile on your face and he couldn’t deny how cute that was. he covered you up with a blanket he found to keep you warm.

he rested on the bed, under the blanket with you. he felt sticky and warm, his cock, pelvis, and thighs covered in your mixed juices. he stared at your ceiling for a while before he was semi-recuperate. he got up and found his way to your bathroom, got himself cleaned up, then padded through out of the bathroom. he didn’t want to reenter your room yet, a jumpiness in his chest coming up just at the through of it. he walked around your place, which was a little messy but it was a kind of organized chaos he realized as he made his way around. he got himself a glass of water and looked at your school books on the table. so you weren’t lying about being a student. your camera sat to the side and he wondered if you had done anything with those pictures yet.

he eventually found his way back to your bedroom and started looking for his clothes. he found his shirt at the foot of your desk and bent over to pick it up, but stopped when he saw your notebook up and his hero name scrawled in there. he slid it over to him, expecting it to be some little essay about how you were in love with him, but was pleasantly surprised to find you were talking about his bust from that  morning. it was in great detail and had praise for his skills. it wasn’t just some fan ranting about how amazing he was just because he was amazing. you had deep and critical thoughts about him and his career and the steps he took to further it. you weren’t just some crazy fangirl. you had rightfully earned your place to call yourself his number one fan not because you were crazy about him, but because you really believed in him.

he looked at you, still nude and a little chilly, and took in the soft expression on your face. you turned onto your side and your hand laid over the spor where he would be…

he dropped his clothes back into a pile on the floor and climbed into the bed again. He moved your hand and brought it onto his chest. your head found its place on his shoulder as you snuggled into him. it wouldn’t be so bad to stay the night and see you in the morning.

[gabbyyxoxoo]

[hvenlyang3l]

Oral Fixation - Bakugou x Reader

reposts from my alt account

cw: nsfw, oral fixation, face fucking, loving bf katsuki, praise, dirty talk, katsuki being a willing pacifier

You were on the couch, absentmindedly chewing on a pen cap while scrolling on your phone. Not even thinking about it — just zoned out, lightly gnawing like some feral little raccoon.

You didn’t even hear Katsuki walk in until his shadow cast over you.

“You’ve been chewin’ and suckin’ on a lot of shit these days, huh?”

You blinked up at him. “…What?”

He plucked the pen from your mouth and held it up like evidence.

“This. Yesterday it was a straw. Before that, the hoodie strings. You fuckin’ grinding your teeth like some damn beaver.” He gave you a look, sharp and smug. “You want me to help you out? I got somethin’ better you can suck on.”

Your cheeks heated — but the worst part? He was right, and your body reacted instantly.

“I wasn’t—”

He just scoffed. “Yeah? You gonna lie and say your mouth ain’t itchin’ right now?”

You swallowed. Hard. Because now that he said it, you were aware — your jaw felt restless, tongue pressing to the back of your teeth, like your body was begging for pressure, weight, something to latch onto.

He smirked like he knew exactly what switch got flipped.

“C’mere.”

You didn’t hesitate. He sat back against the couch and spread his legs wide, patting his thigh. “On your knees.”

You slid down off the sofa and settled between his legs, looking up at him through your lashes. He was already hard — or close to it — just from the anticipation.

He hooked a finger under your chin. “You gonna be good? Gonna get that mouth of yours busy so you stop destroyin’ household objects?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes— please. I… I want it.”

That earned a low, satisfied hum.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.”

He freed his cock with one hand, thick and flushed, resting heavy against his palm. He tapped it twice against your lips.

“Go on then. Get that fixation under control.”

The weight of him against your tongue was instant relief. Warm. Solid. Your whole body relaxed like your nervous system had just received the missing puzzle piece.

You sank down slow, lips sealing tight around him, savoring the texture, the stretch, the taste. That deep-rooted itch melted away as your jaw worked instinctively — sucking, drooling, tongue pressing eagerly along the underside.

A rough groan rumbled above you. “Fuck—look at you. That what you needed, baby? Just needed something to suckle on?”

You couldn’t answer — not with your mouth stuffed full — but the needy sound you made around his cock said everything.

His fingers slid into your hair, not forcing, just guiding. “That’s it. Get it outta your system. Use me. Treat me like your fuckin’ chew toy if you gotta.”

You whined and sucked harder.

The first few minutes are indulgent — slow, steady, almost gentle. Katsuki’s thumb strokes your jaw as you work him into your mouth, drool slipping down your chin, his cock filling that restless ache in your mouth so perfectly it almost makes your eyes sting. He lets you set the pace, lets you drag your tongue along the vein on the underside, lets you pull back just to latch onto the head like you’re savoring a lollipop.

Every time you moan around him, he hisses and mutters, “Yeah, that’s it. That feel better, baby? That keep your mouth busy?”

And for a while, it does. Your fixation quiets under the weight and warmth of him, jaw working, lips swollen, brain fuzzy with the comfort of it. But soon, that comfort turns sharp — not enough, not fast enough, your body buzzing with the need for more.

Your nails dig into his thighs as you take him deeper, throat clenching when he brushes the back of your tongue. A greedy little whimper slips out, muffled around him.

He hears it, and his eyes narrow. “Oh, I get it. You’re impatient, huh?” His grip tightens in your hair. “Not enough for you? Gonna sit here and suck like a baby forever, or you want the real thing?”

You try to shake your head, but he’s already guiding you down further, his cock hitting your throat with a wet gag.

“Fuck, yeah—” he groans, hips twitching. “Knew you’d want it rougher. Don’t pretend you don’t love it when I use that filthy little mouth.”

His pace builds — careful at first, then brutal when your tears start streaming. He groans at the sound of your chokes, the way your throat tightens around him as you take each thrust. His thighs flex under your hands, his cock sliding slick and raw between your lips.

“Look at you,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Droolin’ all over me, takin’ it like you’re made for this. That’s better, ain’t it? This what you really wanted?”

Your only answer is another gagging moan as you push yourself down even harder, throat convulsing around him.

“Shit—” His head falls back, hips rutting up into your face. “That’s it, fuckin’ take it. Mouth’s mine, throat’s mine. You’re so goddamn greedy, baby.”

And when you claw at his thighs, begging without words, he snarls and holds you down on him, cock buried to the hilt in your throat while your eyes roll back, drool and tears making a mess of your cheeks.

“Yeah,” he growls, voice breaking. “That’s how you fix that little oral problem. Don’t need straws or pens or any of that shit—just me. Just my cock.”

Your nails dig into his thighs, desperate, frantic — and he knows exactly what that means. You don’t have to speak. Your body begs loud enough.

Katsuki laughs under his breath, low and breathless.

“Fuckin’ junkie for it,” he pants, never slowing the grind of his hips. “Look at you — eyes all glassy, throat swollen, drool everywhere — and you still want more?”

You try to answer, but he’s already pushing you down again, burying himself deep until your nose is pressed against his pelvis, your throat stretched full around him. Your vision flickers white, lungs burning, but you don’t pull back — you lean in.

His groan turns downright savage.

“Ohhh, fuck yes—” His hand fists tight in your hair. “You love when I fuck your throat like this, don’t you? Fuckin’ addicted to it—”

You gag again, saliva spilling from your lips, but you hum around him like agreement — needy and obedient.

He loses control.

His rhythm turns harsh, relentless, using your mouth with loud, wet slaps as his cock drives in and out of your throat. Your tears drip down onto his thighs while his abs tense, groans turning frantic as he chases it.

“Baby— fuck, baby, I’m—”

You grab his wrist and squeeze — don’t stop.

He snarls.

“—‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

One final thrust — buried down your throat — and his whole body jerks as he spills hard, hot and deep, flooding your throat with thick, pulsing spurts. He holds you there, muscles trembling, breath ragged.

“Swallow.” His voice is wrecked, command trembling with overstimulation. “Don’t waste a drop.”

You do — throat working around him, sucking softly even as his cock twitches inside you. He groans helplessly, hips giving one last weak roll before he finally lets you pull back.

You’re a mess. Drool down your chin, tears streaked, lips puffy — and when you catch your breath, you smile like a satisfied little freak.

He stares at you, chest heaving.

“…You good now?” he mutters, wiping your chin with his thumb.

You nod. “Mhm.”

He snorts.

“Yeah, thought so.”

Then — because he’s Katsuki — he grabs the back of your neck and drags you up into a filthy, tongue-filled kiss, tasting himself on your tongue like he owns you.

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He’s wandering down the halls of the mansion when he hears it

Jackpot—he knows his shitty week is about to take a turn for the better

And he really, really can’t believe his luck when he notices that you’ve also left the door open just a crack

It isn’t much, but if he tilts his line of sight just the right way, he can make out the exact shape of you—naked, back arching to expose your tits with a hand crammed between your legs—all of it oh so wonderfully on display for his viewing pleasure

What a filthy girl, he thinks, licking at his scarred lips

He feels his pants tighten as you squirm and make more of those delicious sounds he heard from further down the hall

The excitement spikes in his bloodstream like a drug

He knows he’s not in the position to do so—anyone walking by could easily catch him in the act—but he just can’t resist tugging his member free so that he can stroke it in tandem with the way you’re touching yourself

And fuck, it’s almost like you know he’s watching, like you’re putting on a show for him

You reach up with one hand to toy with your nipple, rolling and pinching it between your fingers, letting a fresh wave of whimpers and moans drip from your lips

Your back arches even more as you throw your head back, your hips gyrating and grinding into your own hand—humping it like a dog in heat

His cock twitches impatiently in his hold, throbbing, precum dribbling from the tip

He swears beneath his breath

It’s like you’re asking for it; like you want him to ruin you

It’s only when you part your legs even more that he loses it

He pushes past the door, shuts it behind him, and then he’s inches away from the edge of your bed

He barely even hears your surprised little gasp, his sight too intently focused on the crimson mess between your legs

But then he gazes up your naked form, and your eyes meet, and his face splits into a wicked grin

“Poor little slut—you all horny while you’re on your period?~”

He snatches your wrist before you can retreat your hand from your cunt

Dark eyes appreciatively survey the red glaze staining your fingers

With a wolfish grin, he brings your hand up to his jagged lips, sticks his tongue out, and laps at your crimson slick

And my god, the mixture of shock, disgust and arousal in your eyes is to die for

He snickers, and while you’re still stunned, he sticks his knee between your legs, keeping them pried apart, and soaks up the sight of your bloodied cunt

“How cute”

He drags two fingers along your slit, accumulating blood on his fingertips before plunging them into your core

He’s so enamored with your body that he doesn’t even know what to focus on; your squelching walls squeezing around his fingers, trying to suck him further in, or your cute little reactions as you squirm and whimper and moan beneath him

With every flick of his wrist deeper into your core, you try to buck your hips up to meet him halfway

You look so far gone, so deliciously horny as you submit to the pleasure overtaking your senses

It’s driving him insane

Blood pumping to his cock, he wants nothing more than to pound into you—wreck you, ruin you

He pulls his hand back, marveling at the strands of crimson slick splitting between his fingers

And then he smears it on your chest between your tits, painting you, claiming you with your own blood

He gathers up more of your arousal and uses it to flick at your nipples and trail pretty streaks of red all over your tits and down your torso

“Jeff—“ you whine his name, and he doesn’t know if it’s because you’re horny or disgusted

Maybe both

One last flick to your nipple, and then he considers fucking you into the mattress, but your tits just look so fucking cute that he can’t resist wrapping his mouth around them

Your back arches again, pushing your chest up into him as a pathetic moan spills out

He isn’t gentle, he doesn’t know gentle

He’s rough and demanding, his teeth joining his tongue to clash against your skin, to make you want to scream beneath him

His other hand digs into your soft flesh, fingers roughly pulling and tugging and pinching

You’re swearing and moaning out his name, your body practically thrashing beneath him—and he feels that similar rush he gets when he’s hurting his victims—he feels alive

The need building in his body is too much to bear

He doesn’t hesitate to grab your hips, yank you towards him—and cram himself into your tight, welcoming hole all at once

The ecstasy rolling off your shuddering form is nothing short of divine

He wastes no time pulling out and slamming himself back in again

Your head rolls back, mouth agape, your chest heaving with broken cries and high-pitched gasps

He‘s already addicted to you

He starts rolling his hips against you, dragging his thick cock deep inside your cunt with every push

He’s trying to savor this, he really is

But he knows it won’t be long before he loses control

You just look so submissive, so eager to take everything he dishes out—so desperate for him to fuck you raw and ruin you

He glances down and notices the blood covering both of your thighs, some of it even on his hips and reaching up to his v-line

It has him groaning, almost snarling, as he gathers up more of it between his fingers, putting pressure to your clit in the process, and then he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and you can feel your own blood staining your skin as he chokes you

“Little whore—making a fucking mess all over me. Bet you did that on purpose, didn’t you?—“

He watches as a particularly rough thrust has your hands clawing at his wrists, trying to alleviate his crushing grasp on your windpipes as you cry his name out

But your reaction only spurs his instincts on

He uses your cunt like a toy, pumping his cock in with long, hard strokes until there’s no inch of it that hasn’t been ruined by him

“Bet you were just waiting for someone to come in and fuck you stupid. Hm? Would you have liked it if everyone saw you and took turns using you? Bet you would’ve, wouldn’t you? Filthy little slut”

He’s obsessed with the way you babble out your incoherent replies

And he can tell you’re reaching the point of overstimulation—it wouldn’t take a genius to figure it out—but he doesn’t wanna stop

He wants to thoroughly break you

As much as he adores the dazed look on your face, he wants to fuck you at every angle he can

So he finally releases the hold on your neck, only to yank you up, turn you around and push himself into your gushing cunt from behind

Your breathless mix of pleas and dirty nothings has his cock twitching inside you

He grunts at your tightness from the new position, cursing under his breath, and then he’s forcing you face-down into the pillow as he ravages your soft body

Every time he pounds into you, the pillowy flesh of your ass jiggles against his pelvis

He’s smearing your blood everywhere

All while you’re moaning and shaking and whimpering beneath him, your pathetic sounds muffled into the mattress but still loud enough to hear oh so perfectly

He’s close—he’s so wonderfully, deliciously close

He brings his palm down onto your ass with a resounding smack! and your walls clench around him and he knows he’s at his peak

He snaps his hips forwards when he cums, pressing you harder down into the bed so that no matter how much you squirm, you can’t pull away from him

He feels euphoric

The rush of power and adrenaline pumping through his body as he forces his cum deeper into you with sloppy thrusts is mind-melting

And when he glances down and sees all the blood, it’s almost enough to get him hard all over again

But instead, he grinds his pelvis against your ass, listening to your cunt squelching with blood and cum, not wanting to let the high slip away entirely just yet

It’s only when you whimper and wriggle beneath him that he finally decides to pull out

You’re thoroughly spent, by the looks of it

But now that he’s had a taste, he knows he won’t be able to stay away from you anymore

You’re all his

[aubzombie]

I’m probably going to start posting the rest of my art from tt onto here 👅

[melissax777]

Playfighting until u end up inside me<3

[sweetcandycasket]

[queenkurokawa]

- HIS VIOLET GAZE.

izana kurokawa x reader -

for my dearest izana -

an: fem! × reader- cursing, smut, intercorse, rough sex, making out, creampie, pet names, suggestive themes

izana/reader are both aged up 20+

- he stared down at you, his lilac eyes and tanned skin practically glowing from the sweat glistening from his body as he was fucking into you deeply. ' mmph! '.. you whined under his strong figure as he pumped his bulging cock inside your throbbing core. you felt physically entranced watching him in the slim black tank top he was wearing, clinging perfectly to his form making you mad with desire for him. you hummed in sync to his thrusting and heard a loud moan come from you as his tongue ran over the top of your breast, where he firmly sucked his plump lips, leaving a darkened hue on your torso.

- izana placed his battle toned biceps around his girl, lifting your ass up and pressing your torso against the brick wall, shoving his dick even further inside your soft walls than he already been. 'ah- zanaa! -' your voice sounded unfamiliar to even your own ears, given the way he was fucking you with such intent after the silly argument you both had earlier. you knew he would be rough with you but damn you were not even remotely prepared for what this man had in store for you. 'bab-, pleassse ' before you could try and finish, izana bit down on your neck sucking onto it with full force making your pussy tense like crazy around his length.' thats it love - just like that.' he said in turn in between his pants and moans.

- the way his skilled tongue worked it's way up across your neck and made its way through your lips with what started as a soft, sweet kiss leading into an instant fiery oral tug of war. 'izan- ahhh -' breathlessly his name left your lips, 'fuck baby deeper -' it felt so good what he was doing to your body, leaving him shook- completely unrealizing what you just said, making him go insane. the silver hair man started to fuck your body with relentless force, in ways you never thought he was able or imaginable throwing you into a state of chaotic craze from how hard he was pounding your pussy.

- you knew your boyfriend was a into a kind of different sex- usually you didn't mind when would he get rough with you but there were times where izana could cross the line. and this was one of those evenings. it was like he had absolutely no limiter when it came to fucking his property. 'ah- babyy-'

- you stared up into those beautiful amethyst gems of his as your boyfriend made his hard dick push faster up and more aggressive further past your possible threshold. 'mmph! zan- ahh!- ' your body screaming in pleasure and and a equal tone from your lips to match, you felt your heart quiver. that was the place he belonged. you loved him, your dearest love izana kurokawa.

- feeling terrible for how you said everything to him earlier- it was the truth but you didn't necessarily say it in the kindest of ways you decided maybe you should push yourself a little further this evening for his sake. watching him hold you in his strong arms rutting into your hips with force and uneven in his movements even stronger than before sending into pure pleasure, you couldn't deny him no longer. your heart swelled at the sight of his beautiful form, feeling his legs slightly shaking and you figured your boyfriend must be running out of initial steam. reaching down grazing his cheeks with your fingertips you cooed at him 'cmere, baby-' placing your arms around his neck feeling his weakened body as you saw him glance up at you with desperate eyes. you pushed yourself down off of his cock and with two feet on the ground you practically launched at him. catching in his embrace he looked down at the top of your head, startled. your eyes flashed up at him with a mischievous glint, one that izana never really ever seen in you before. still panting franticly he felt his heart ache looking his beauty of a woman. he gleaned at you 'hmm, what is it darling?'

-furrowing his brow looking confused you proped yourself in his ear and quietly gave him the words you had saved for in this moment. ' tonight. ' his violet eyes grew gigantic at that single thought. 'do you mean, its actually alright w you ? ' he said dumbfounded. with the cutest smile you turned and gave him a peck on the lips ' yes love- i want you to give you all of me.'

- ' fuck.' he sighed. he wanted that more than anything. without another word, izana grabbed your arms and pulled you into a passionate blaze of kisses, providing you with so much affection you could burst. 'babee, heh eee- .. ah- babe!' you could barely breathe. not only from his mouth now trailing into yours with his experienced tongue from years of being with you and learning your desires but also from how much izana made your senses overload. he gave one final wet kiss to your lips before making his way with you in his arms to where the small bed he had made for the two of you in just these times in the layout of tenjiku.

- his lilac eyes watching you writhe in ecstasy beneath him as he mercilessly thrashed into your vagina without a shred of remorse. after all- you said this it was what you wanted. izana had dreamed of this moment having someone some one all his own, all to himself. someone he could do whatever he wanted to and couldn't have imagined it any better. you were perfect. his sweet girl. his muse. he wouldn't let anyone else have you- ever. he was gonna make sure of that. - 'promise its ok, darling?' he breathed ragged as he neared his incoming climax. you could barely talk let alone form a proper sentence from the rolling orgasms he was sending your body into. leaving you in tears, weakly crying in between short- broken moans, 'mm.. p please- give mee nngh-' unable to even try to finish.

- he felt you cream on his length and izana started to lose his composure. this was it. he drove his cock furiously inside your walls faster than his bike at top speed and he felt his insides come undone. he squirted his seed further deep into your pussy and you became enamored by his entranced state. the way the spark flashed in his eyes when he came inside of you and the way he had you feeling made so full of love and his cum you could cry.

- 'hmm- ah.. mmh' he whined and whimpered like a small plea for help to bring him back down from the heaven he escaped to. ' you-' he trailed off. not because he wasn't able to speak- moreover he was unable to find the words. he couldn't believe you let him finish inside. completely flustered he finally found his chance to make it make sense. you wanted this- you wanted him. never did anyone want him before. not even his own family. izana knew the truth. you were his family. his own life to begin anew and it made his heart feel sore. it was painful having someone to love because he knew there were people who were out there that would hurt you just to get to him. there wasn't a chance in hell he would let that happen. you were his. no one would ever touch the kings property. he would make sure of it.

©izaneko - all rights reserved.

please do not copy / reupload or modify my writing.

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[bearinlaice]

Idk how to word this but could you do one where bakugo gets hit with a quirk that makes him act seriously and pathetically in love with the reader? Like established relationship but like heart eyes, dropped to his knees worshipping in front of their friends and obvs some fun little smutty things? 💕💕

hopelessly yours // 𝓚. 𝓑akugo

cw: 18+, fluff, nsfw, p in v sex, creampie, oral sex, face riding, biting/marking, overstimulation, multiple rounds, somno (implied?), public displays of affection, teasing by friends, flirting, quirk-induced behavior change, inclusion of the bakusquad, prohero!fem!reader x lovestruck!clingy!prohero!katsuki, established relationship

synopsis: katsuki gets hit by a quirk that makes him completely helplessly in love with the you, despite you two already being together, and there’s no hiding it— especially not in front of friends.

a/n 💬: he’s sooo ooc. katsuki humiliation heh, lowk he’s just drunk on you. this is a bit longer than expected glup …

katsuki is already pissed.

the mission barely started and he’s already barking orders, snapping at izuku, shoving past anyone who gets in his way. sweat slicks his neck, explosions cracking loudly through the air as he grins like this is exactly where he wants to be.

“keep up!” he snarls, blasting forward. “or get the hell outta my way!” it’s competitive, brutal, loud— and normal...until a villain he didn’t clock in time lunges from the side.

there’s a flash, something hits him square in the chest... but it doesn’t hurt, it sinks.

katsuki stumbles mid air, landing hard on one knee. his vision blurs for half a second, heat rushing to his face, his chest tightening in a way that has nothing to do with his heart problem. “the fuck?—” he growls, trying to shake it off, and then he sees you and something inside him changes.

it’s really subtle at first, the noise of the mission dulls down, and his breathing stutters. his anger drains out of him as if someone pulled a plug.

you’re fine— fighting, focused as always, and calling out to someone, but katsuk’s brain just latches onto you.

there, there you are.

his mouth goes dry and his chest aches, his legs give out on him instantly.

⸻

back at the training room, it’s chaotic. everyone is chatting with one another— but katsuki? he’s still frozen. he’s laid out on the mat like he’s been struck, eyes locked on you with that ridiculous gaze, heart practically leaking out of his chest.

“…katsuki?” you ask, tilting your head. the look on his face is… pathetic. like puppy level pathetic, only worse and it’s so out of character. "are you alright now?"

“y-…you’re… so beautiful,” he blurts, suddenly moving to you. he’s on his knees now, hands gripping your ankles, eyes wide and glassy like... like he’s literally drunk on you.

you blink. “uh… what?”

ashido snickers from across the room. “uh ohhh, this is good.” eijiro snorts, elbowing her. “he’s… not himself. what happened to him?”

katsuki glares at them— well, tries to glare, but it’s more like a desperate pleading. “shut up. s-she’s… my everything… my angel… my—”

you’re laughing now, cheeks warm from not being used to him in this state. “katsuki… you’re in front of everyone!”

he looks up at you, lip trembling. “…i don’t care,” he mutters, voice low but shaking. “everyone can see. everyone will know… how much i— love…you.”

ashido is leaning against the wall, covering her mouth to hide her grin. “he literally just dropped to his kneees.”

“i-i… don’t care!” katsuki repeats, flailing slightly, trying to pull you closer. “you’re mine! my—ugh! my everything!”

you crouch down to meet him at eye level, careful not to crush him under the sheer weight of your amusement. “alright, alright, calm down, mister.”

he shakes his head furiously, hair messy, eyes sparkling. “…can’t. i… need you… i need you here.”

kyoka comes in, confused with all the commotion. then she whispers to ashido, “what the hell’s going on..?”

ashido giggles obnoxiously, “he’s like— tripping over her.”

katsuki fingers graze your waist, and he swallows audibly. “you’re… too good… why’d you have to be so good?” you giggle, resting a hand gently on his cheek and he leans into it. “…fuck— don’t stop,” he murmurs, voice low and needy. “don’t you dare…”

kyoka snorts. “oh, he’s… completely gone.”

eijiro laughs. “she’s gonna ruin him, and he’s loving it!”

katsuki groans softly, fingers tightening on your arms. “…i’m yours, all of me. mine… only yours.” he babbles ridiculously.

you bite your lip, trying not to laugh some more, and kiss his forehead lightly. “you’re crazy,” you whisper.

he looks at you, pupils blown, heart practically floating out of his chest. “…i know,” he breathes, and it’s the most pitifully adorable thing anyone has ever seen. “…and i don’t care. because… you’re mine.”

ashido, eijiro, and kyoka both groan in exaggerated disgust and delight.

you grin. “alright, you’re officially melting. maybe i should film this… while it lasts!”

katsuki freezes, red creeping up his neck, before pouting. “…don’t you dare. nobody… nobody gets this. just… just me and you. okay?”

“…okay,” you hum, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. his hands tighten instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer, completely and utterly whipped.

“don’t… ever leave me,” he mutters against your mouth. “…ever.” and you can’t help but laugh softly, holding him like he’s fragile, knowing full well the truth quirk— or whatever weird trick this was has turned your explosive boyfriend into a puddle of pure love in front of everyone.

…and he doesn’t care, not one bit.

denki finally comes in and blinks like he just walked into the wrong room. “uhhh… am i interrupting something or—” hanta leans over his shoulder, eyes widening. “…why does bakugo look like he’s proposing.”

katsuki snaps his head toward them. “shut the hell up!”

denki squints, watching katsuki cling to you. “…dude,” he says slowly, “it’s like he has a crush on her.”

hanta snorts. “has?”

denki points between the two of you. “no, like—has has. like middle-school-first-love, writing-her-name-in-the-margins kinda crush.”

you laugh nervously. “guys—”

hanta cuts in. “denki. that’s literally his girlfriend!”

denki’s eyes widen. “…oh, yeah.”

katsuki flushes hard, grip tightening around you as he glares at them both. “i said shut up! i don’t need any commentary from you!”

“you’re literally on your knees,” denki says, unable to help himself. “this is historic!”

“say one more word,” katsuki growls, pressing his face into your side, “and i’ll kill you.”

hanta raises his hands in surrender, grinning. “okay, okay, pretty boy. but—” he glances at you, softer now. “yeah, maybe you should take him to recovery girl.”

you look down at katsuki, who immediately shakes his head. “no. not leavin’. not without you.”

you sigh fondly, carding your fingers through his hair. “see?” you tell them. “this is why we probably shouldn’t go.”

denki hums. “yeah…no, that’s not normal though.”

“…fine,” you mutter, already helping katsuki up. “we’re going. before he gets worse.”

⸻

recovery girl does not look amused. she adjusts her glasses as katsuki clings to you, arms wrapped tight around your waist, chin pressed into your shoulder.

“separation is medically necessary,” she says flatly.

“no,” katsuki replies immediately.

“kats—” you start.

“i said no,” he snaps, tightening his grip. “you’re stayin’ right here.”

recovery girl sighs. “the quirk appears to lower emotional filters and heighten attachment. drastically.”

katsuki doesn't look embarrassed, not really. if anything, he looks more so irritated that it took a quirk for him to say these things out loud. his eyes flick to your face every few seconds, softening as he studies how beautiful you are.

you grin. “so he’s just… hopelessly in love?— even though we’re already together…?”

“temporarily,” recovery girl adds. “could last hours, could last days.”

katsuki then scowls, looking at recovery girl. “…good.”

you blink. “good?”

“yeah,” he mutters, eyes flicking to you again, suddenly shy and intense all at once. his thumb drags clumsily over your side, “…means i can just say it.”

“say what?” you ask softly.

he frowns, “that i—” he stops, shakes his head, and scoffs at himself. “shit. hold on.” then he looks back at you, eyes glassy and earnest and way too open. “…be my wife.”

“…katsuki,” you breathe, half laughing, half stunned. “you’re— you’re not thinking straight.”

“i am,” he insists immediately, nodding. “i am. i swear!”

⸻

it’s later now and the drive home is worse, so much worse, his hand never leaves you. not your thighs, not even your hands. every stoplight, he glances at you, not quick, short glances, but really long ones. he tries to tug you closer, murmuring under his breath, leaning to whisper things directly into your ear.

“you smell so good, baby.”

“did you always look like that?”

“…need you so bad.”

you laugh it off at first— until his fingers start tracing, slow and absent minded, like he’s learning you all over again. until his voice drops lower, rougher, breath warm against your neck. “when we get home…” he starts, then stops. “…nevermind. don’t wanna rush you.”

he swallows hard, visibly fighting himself. not because he doesn't want you, but because he wants you far too much. you glance up at him and he’s flushed, pupils dilated, hands shaking just a little. “katsuki,” you tease softly.

he groans, rubbing his face with his other hand like he’s genuinely distressed. “can’t help myself.”

by the time you reach home and you’re by the door, he’s practically vibrating, forehead pressed to your neck, hands gripping your hips like he’s barely holding himself back. “…please,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “tell me we’re goin’ inside.”

“yes, yes, baby.” you murmur softly, opening the door.

the second the door clicks shut behind you, katsuki doesn’t hesitate. his hands are immediately on your hips, pulling you flush against him now, his forehead resting against yours as he breathes in your scent.

“finally,” he mutters, voice rough, low. “alone.”

you grin, leaning up just enough to catch his eyes. his pupils are blown, soft and hungry, but still… him, sparked and needy all at once.

before you can even react, he’s lowering his mouth to yours. the first kiss is slow, almost worshipful. his lips press gently against yours, then pull back, only to return with a deeper press, teeth brushing softly, hands tracing your side.

“baby,” you murmur, fingers tangling in his hair.

“…shhh,” he shushes you, lips ghosting over yours again. “…just let me—”

each step toward the couch, toward the bedroom, is punctuated by another kiss. one on your jaw, a quick press to your temple, a teasing nip at your neck. his hands slide over your back, pull you impossibly closer, and you’re caught between laughing and gasping.

“you’ve… got no idea,” he murmurs against your ear, voice husky and broken, “how long i’ve waited to get into this damn house.” and with that, he finally presses you fully against the doorframe of the bedroom for one long, lingering kiss, thumbs brushing over your sides possessively, hips pressing, hands gripping onto your ass.

katsuki breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against yours. "it's stupid," he mutters, already sounding wrecked. "i already had you, but now... it feels like m' falling for you all over again." his fingers dig into your waist as he grinds his hardening dick against your thigh, you feel his precum seeping through already, pathetically.

you look up at him, eyes widening from the feel. "...don't look at me like that," he grumbles, flustered. "you're making it worse— fuck... i needa be inside you baby. right now."

“k—katsuki,” you pant out, breathless from the kiss before he spins you around and presses you fully against the doorframe, thumbs brushing over your hips before he slides down your pants along with your panties and frees himself, lining up with your ridiculously already soaked entrance.

katsuki's hips press forward slowly, sinking into your tight heat inch by delicious inch. “mm!— wait—“ you gasp out, eyes fluttering shut.

“baby, mmph…” katsuki groans deeply as he bottoms out, pelvis flush against your ass. he stays still for a moment, savoring the feel of you wrapped around him before drawing back and slamming in again hard. "take it... take my dick f’me, good girl..."

he sets a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly as the doorframe rattles. "so, fuck, perfect, baby." he punctuates each word with a thrust while he grunts as one hand grips your hip while the other reaches around to rub tight circles on your clit.

"fuck…!" you moan and katsuki leans in close to growl in your ear. "you like it, hm?...i’m being s’good to you." he drives into you even harder, balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

katsuki's fingers work your clit faster as he feels his orgasm building. "gonna— fuck, i’m cummin’ baby. gonna cum so deep inside you until it's dripping down your pretty thighs." he pants out.

“w—what has gotten into you, kats!?” you whine out as you come undone easily, whimpering his name as you cum. katsuki keeps thrusting, fucking the mixture of his cum and your juices spilling deep inside your spasming walls.

katsuki wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you close as he holds you in a bear hug position, catching his breath.

after a few moments, he kisses you. you groan into the kiss, as he murmurs against your lips. "more... wanna see how many more times i can make my pretty girl cum before sunrise."

before you can understand what was said, katsuki's hands already roam your body, squeezing and caressing every curve as he walks you backwards towards the bedroom, keeping his dick inside. his lips never leave yours, kissing with a desperate hunger that sets your nerves alight.

he lays back on the mattress and pulls you on top of him, already hardening again beneath you. you unfortunately feel him swelling up your insides, confused on how exactly he’s hard again, was it whatever he got hit with earlier?

“how the hell are you hard again, katsuki?!” you ask, breathlessly, turning to look down at him.

he looks up at you with a lustful gleam in his eyes. his hands slide under your shirt, thumbs brushing over your plush love handles as he grinds his hips against yours. “shit— i dunno, ride my face, baby.”

he shifts your ass off his chest, moving you to his lips. katsuki then places chaste kiss after chaste kiss around your ass, then your soaked pussy. each one has you whimpering, as well as bucking your hips against his mouth. “mmh, katsuki, baby.”

eventually, his mouth latches onto your already fucked out cunt. he bites at the sensitive flesh, leaving marks and sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. “mmm, you taste so good.” he spreads your legs more open, licking at your clit and biting into the fat of your ass causing you shudder and moan.

katsuki's tongue darts in and out of your folds, his hips bucking pathetically into the air. "can't get enough... n-need more..." katsuki mumbles against your pussy.

he shifts, moving you to be beneath him now. you’re sprawled out on the bed, his hands slide up to grip the back of your thighs, pulling them upon his shoulders as he dips his head to feast on you some more.

his tongue continues to move against your clit, then his lips wrap tightly around your clit as he suckles and nips at the sensitive bud. “ngh, fuck.” you tangle your hands into his blonde spikes and katsuki grunts at your pulling, grinding ridiculously into the mattress.

you feel yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm as he continues his ministrations. “i-im gonna cum!—“ you moan out, finally cumming once again. katsuki's fingers dig deep into your ass, holding you in place as he buries his face between your thighs.

the room becomes a blur and time passes on.

it’s now the next morning, and you’re sleeping peacefully, until your phone buzzes.

you groan, waking up slightly to grab it, the emergency alert flashing across the screen is another mission. “…you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you mumble with a yawn.

then you feel shifting below you.

katsuki is asleep between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs, face pressed deeply into you. his breathing is slow and steady, mouth still lazily latched onto your pussy.

you stare down at him for a moment, then scoff quietly. “…geez kats.”

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