notes: no thoughts. just want dilf katsuki to be mean to me n fuck me stupid <3
Warnings: 18+ (minors dni!) dilf katsuki, age gap. black fem!reader. reader is in early 20s. sorta kinda proof read.
katsuki didn’t believe in getting old.
while he knew it was inevitable to age, he was sure that he’d still be the best hero. he was sure that he’d be just as strong in his 40s as he was in his 20s.
that was before he noticed he was moving just a little slower. before he noticed the smallest hint of a gut appearing, no matter how hard he worked out and ate right. Before the specks of gray started to appear in his hair, and his joints weren’t as loose as before.
okay. well. he believes it now. but katsuki still had to be the best at something.
one thing he knew would never fail him were his good looks, no one could tell him otherwise. no one would. he could pull men and women, young and old, all day if he wanted.
but there was one person in particular that he wanted.
“black tea with extra honey for my favorite customer, and hero, Mr. Dynamight.” your smile alone nearly made him lose his mind.
Katsuki only came to this coffee shop when he was feeling especially tired, but once you showed up he couldn't help but show face more often. Sometimes twice a day.
“back for seconds?” you’d joke, already grabbing his favorite pastry. you always remembered his orders.
there was something about you that made Katsuki want you, that made him crave you in the worst (best?) ways possible. he didn’t know if it was the plump lips that curled into a smile whenever he walked in, even during rush (the same lips he imagined wrapped around his cock), if it was your skin seemingly glowing when he came in the afternoon, when the sun hit the shop just right (the same skin he wanted mark up). he could go on all day.
Katsuki didn’t care what it was. he needed to have you, and today was his lucky day.
“hey, I was just closing up shop. Did you want me to grab anything for you?” there goes that fucking smile that drove him wild.
“that won't be necessary. let me walk you home.”
you two barely made it around the block before you were making out in an alleyway like fucking teenagers.
"wanted you for so fucking long.” he’d mutter, fingers already diving into your panties. his lips trailed down your neck, sucking dark marks into the brown skin. “barely touched you ’n you're already gushing for this old man.”
he was so mean, teasing you for cumming so quickly just on his fingers alone, and in public nonetheless. berating you for begging for his cock, begging him to take you home and fuck you over the sofa because your legs were already too weak for you to stand. that alone had his ego swelling and his cock throbbing. he couldn’t carry you to your place quick enough.
the moment he’s got you bent over the back your couch (you did ask nicely, and he’s a gentleman after all), he’s sinking into your sopping cunt. you’re already squealing into the leather so prettily, legs shaking as you blubber “m-much, too much!” you’re squeezing what he’s managed to push in so tight he couldn’t help the deep groan he let out.
“thought you were ready for me, princess? you can handle more than that, can't you?” he only waited two beats before he dug his fingers into your tight curls, yanking your head up. there was already a line of drool dribbling down your chin. “you know how to speak, don’t you? or have you already gone stupid?” he gave a few shallow thrusts before pushing deeper into you, using his free hand to toy with your clit. the mewls that came pouring from your lips were music to his ears.
“f-fuck, fuck, pl-eaase. can take it!” and, well. who was he to deny you?
his thrusts were rough and unforgiving, hitting all the right places and god, you feel like you could cry. he hasn’t even bottomed out and you feel so fucking full, pussy clenching and drooling all over his dick. fuck, you’re gonna cum.
“I—! Daddy!” this is the most you could confidently say.
“gonna cum? gonna make a mess on my cock?” you’re nodding the best you can with his hand still gripping your hair. the pleas you cried out only spurred him on. “then cum. I won't tell you twice.”
it hit you like a tsunami, wave after wave crashing over your shaking body as you creamed all over his dick. katsuki was quick to follow suit after a few more thrusts, filling you up with a quiet “fuck!”
both of you let out a hiss once he finally pulled out. his scarred hands rubbed over your shoulders and down your arms, finally stopping at your hands that were still gripping onto the couch. he slowly massaged them into their relaxed state before shifting you around so you could comfortably lean on him (remember, he is a gentleman). you felt raw, exhausted, but most of all relaxed. you haven’t been fucked like that in...god knows how long.
“will you still come to my shop for tea?” you mumbled sleepily.
‘yeah. I still got it.’ Katsuki thought to himself. he was glad you couldn’t see the cocky smirk on his face, and sure as hell hoped you didn’t have a mind reading quirk. if he didn’t have a big head before, he definitely does now.
Need giant hair clips from the store but if I go to the store I'm gonna walk out with a plum colored lippie and I just bought three of different nudes but I don't have a plum and THAT'S why I can't let myself convince me to talk myself into it 😭
