ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, pussywhipped!teasing!izuku yay, brat!fem!afab!reader, cunnilingus, porn no plot, reader has a beauty mark in the hoo ha, clothed sex
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: observant + annoying bf izuku eating out shy reader for the first time
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~340
“you got a beauty mark in here, baby.”
after vehemently refusing to observe izuku eating you out for the past five minutes due to shyness, your arm covering your sight lowers so you can glance down at him lying in between your legs, and you watch as his thick fingers spread open your drooling folds into the shape of a V. a shiver runs down your spine as he presses a chaste kiss directly to the mark before swiping over it with his tongue.
“what…?” you ask hazily, attempting to prop yourself up onto your elbows, “i do?”
“uh huh.” he takes another lick, the sound of your guys' bedsheets rustling as he adjusted the growing tent in his sweats. “you want me to take a picture?”
“uh, no—” you scowl. a whiny whimper quickly replaces the sound. “what the hell am i gonna do with a picture?”
“look at it,” he shrugs. “admire it. love it” — chuu — “that’s what i’m doing.”
he must be crazy, you decided, to think you were going to let him have documentation of you receiving oral for the first time — pajamas pants pooled at your ankles, shirt riding up your stomach, hands trembling, needy pussy spread open — on his phone. you shake your head, a breathy hiss escaping you.
“babe, can’t you just— ah — do it without the comments? it’s embarrassing…”
izuku only lets out a simple hum in response. “bossy, bossy,” he muses. his lips wrap themself around your clit before giving the bead an obnoxious slurp. “i just think it's funny.”
“funny?” your brows scrunch. “why is it funny?”
your boyfriend merely laughs at your confusion and how you writhe underneath him. “cause’ it’s like— y’know that thing about how moles are the places where your lover in a past life kissed?” when you roll your eyes, the grin tugging at his lips deepens. “looks like someone was getting freaky.”
god, did he ever shut up?
“izuku,” you huff, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks. “don’t be weird.”
“alright, alright,” he concedes with a chuckle, “no talking with my mouth full, got it.”
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: annoying bf who humps you whenever you bend over
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~150
i am sick of the “izuku is such a shy uwu gentlemanly smol bean nerd permavirgin” narrative. Release me. that man is the most annoying person on earth if you were bending over to pick something up he would, without fail, come up behind you, grip your hips, and rut himself against you, all while letting out the most dramatic pornstar-esque moan — “aw, fuck— right there, baby!” — and when you turn around, red in the face, cussing him out, he scrambles away giggling.
to add fuel to the fire, he’d say some shit after like, “mm, you’re so hot when you’re mad…”
“hm? what’s wrong? ah, you don’t like when i do that? well, seeing how you always push your ass up against me, i think you do :)”
“natural reaction? you’re cute. y’know what, why don’t we explore some more natural reactions together, yeah? c’mere.”
does anyone agree with me. let me know.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: had to put freaking dividers and format this bc this somehow became a top post and was ruining my mobile layout. are you serious….
do you ever think about pro-hero dynamight being stopped on the street for an interview?
where he was under the impression it was going to consist of serious questions related to his hero career, but it’s actually some frivolous ones instead? and what’s more is that they’re actually quite invading and disrespectful of his relationship with you?
so when the question of “what is your skincare routine/what makes your skin so clear?” is flirtatiously asked (which should be obvious since the answer is related to his quirk, and the fact this sorry excuse of a reporter doesn’t even have that basic research down just adds to his irritation), he instantly replies, “i have sex with my girlfriend. a lot of sex with my girlfriend. this is a continuous after glow,” before just leaving without another word?
and when the clip goes viral, and you’re at home asking him why he said that, he just offers you a shrug? and from then on, he keeps referring to sex as “necessary maintence in accordance to his skincare regimen?”
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, yearner!best friend!katsuki, fem!afab!sheltered(ish)!virgin!reader, implied oral sex, mention of condoms, kissing pussy through underwear, kissing, makeout, mention of sex, fluffy, friends to lovers, love confession, reader has hair, swearing, reader has parents, erections, both katsuki and reader are in early 20s
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account. the reason why i posted this despite it being more recent is because. the dialogue is already colored and im lazy to edit other things
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: best friend bakugo notices you can't handle kissing scenes
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~1.2k
you always cover your eyes when a kissing scene in a movie or show comes on.
it's a habit, one instilled into you by your parents since childhood. that's why, as you and your best friend, katsuki, watched a romance together for the first time, you hadn't even noticed you were still doing it until he pointed it out.
“what are you doing?” he asks, confusion lacing his voice. he shoots you a sideways glance.
you peek at him through your fingers, before slowly lowering your hands. “…nothing,” you mumble. usually when the two of you watched movies, it was him who would choose what to watch— selecting some sort of action-packed film that was so quintessentially boyish and therefore perfect as background noise for when your brain would turn off. needless to say, when you brought up your request for movie night this week, you were rather surprised with how easily he obliged, perhaps more than he was with what you picked out. he simply just expected you to actually watch it, rather than spend most of your time hiding your face from the screen.
his eyebrow lifts, still concerned. “you good?”
“yeah, yeah,” you nod, eyes flicking back to the tv. as if on cue, another kissing scene pops up and your hands reflexively raise to block your vision. the look from katsuki is already expected.
an embarrassed sigh escapes you as you decide explaining things would be easier. “okay, when i was little, i wasn’t allowed to watch kissing, so like now, i don’t know what to do when it comes up as an adult… like if i should watch or look away.”
katsuki's lips purse. “what do you when you actually do it?”
his typical bluntness somehow catches you off guard, and your face swiftly heats up. “i don’t. or like, i mean, i haven’t done it yet.”
“…you for real?”
“stop,” you huff, “don’t even.”
“i’m not even ‘even’—ing — i’m just... surprised. the hell do you do on all those dates you go on?”
“i told you,” you half shrug, your gaze avoiding his, “i just talk and stuff.”
“see,” he rolls his eyes, tsking lightly, “when someone says ‘and stuff,’ it makes you think they’re having sex.“
the blush across your cheeks intensifies, the back of your neck practically on fire at this point. “i… i’m not doing that either, you weirdo,” you stammer. “what i mean is what i say, you know that.”
he shrugs, yet there's something very thoughtful in his expression now. “i guess i just didn’t know how strong your commitment to honesty was.”
“what does that mean?”
“i just… i dunno,” he shrugs again, “i thought you had game.”
“i have game,” you scoff, “i’m just waiting... for the right person.”
he takes pause. “who’s that?”
“who’s what?”
“the right person.”
“i don’t know,” you mutter, “guess when i’ll meet them i’d know.”
another silence falls between you, this one thicker than before. his mouth opens to speak, before closing, and then opening again.
“what if they’re like...” he cuts himself off with a sigh, “...ah, nevermind.”
you tilt your head, curiosity cutting through your nerves. “like what?”
“like… right in front of you.”
you blink.
“...katsuki?”
“i'm sorry,” he mumbles out quickly, moving to stand, “i don't— just forget it...”
“no, katsuki, please— wait,” you reach out to him, your hand landing on his wrist. you take a breath before continuing, mind grappling to make sense of it all. “are you saying you... like me? like...like me?”
his leg bounces. “yeah,” he admits after a beat, voice lower now, like he’s forcing the words out before he can talk himself out of it, “of course i do. but i get if you don't see me that way—”
“no, no—” you reassure, shaking your head, “i do. i do.”
upon hearing your requital, katsuki swallows thickly. after all these years of pining for you in silence, trying to convince himself to just give up his pointless crush, the words leaving your tongue couldn't sound any sweeter. he glances at you again, eyes flicking to your lips before snapping back up, a flicker of nerves flashing across his face as temptation begins to gnaw at him.
“what... what are you doing?” you find yourself whispering as he leans closer.
“can i kiss you?” he murmurs, “please?”
it feels like your heart may nearly burst out your chest at the question. before you can over think it, you nod.
surprisingly, the lips of your best friend are soft as they brush against yours. the kiss is brief, nervous, barely more than a peck, and nothing like the confident katsuki you know, and yet it manages to send a shock straight down your spine all the same. that being said, it surprises you both when your hands find the collar of his shirt in order to pull him back in for another, and even more when the rush of gravity sends the two of you tumbling down onto the floor.
as the kiss intensifies— teeth clashing, tongues exploring, gasps and moans filling the air, it nearly feels like the newly-discovered jaws of passion might consume you whole. you barely clock the hard on in katsuki's pants pressing against your thigh in the heat of it all — too distracted with how naturally his hands entangle themself into your hair — until he pulls away from you with a groan, the weight's absence discernibly missed as he rests his forehead against yours.
still, you don't bring awareness to it, too busy trying to catch your breath. “i...wow...” you manage, wiping your chin of drool with the back of your hand. “is it always like that?”
he shakes his head, clearing his throat with a rough sound. “it's never been that good for me,” he rasps, before a passing thought crosses his mind, “definitely could be better though.”
“better?”
with half-lidded eyes, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, like he’s still weighing how much to say out loud. eventually he exhales, the sound quiet and decisive.
“…fuck it,” he mutters under his breath.
carefully, his hands slide down your sides, before settling at your hips— the movement more hesitant than sure, intent on giving you every chance to pull away, yet the question is clear, even if unsaid.
can i fuck you?
“oh,” you mumble, your mouth feeling desert-dry while a heat began to pool low in your core. “i... do you have a condom?”
katsuki nods feverishly, thumbs moving to hook through your shorts' belt loops in order to tug them down. “we're not gonna need that for a while though.”
“w-we're not?"
for the first time tonight, you finally see that familiar smirk spread across his face. you've always said he's had the weirdest humor. and yet, you watch attentively as he lowers his mouth to press a soft kiss to your navel, and then to the lips of your cotton-clad pussy— the fabric positively soaked with arousal now.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, softdom!teasing!izuku, brat(?)!sub!fem!afab!reader, fingering, nipple teasing, established relationship, noncon elements (i like to imagine in all of my writing (concerning relationships), there is an established safeword), the discussion/imagery of: dom!bakugo, dom!todoroki, dom!sero, dom!kirishima, dom!kaminari. mentions/discussion of: size kink, dick piercings, bondage, nipple play, temperature play, omorashi, p in v, blowjob, dacryphilia, choking, exchanging nudes. (teasing) accusal of desire to cheat; izuku keeps suggesting reader should fuck his friends/wants to, praise, dot hate for bakugo shows up, jealousy(?), possessiveness, izuku is mean :(
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: i felt bad that i hadn’t posted any fics/didn’t have the motivation to work on my longer fic this week, so i decided to finish this one to at least post something before the week ends. woohoo! short and sweet bc… i think only me and someone else gaf about this concept…
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: a “casual” conversation about your boyfriend's friends' sex lives.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~1.8k
“that todoroki guy is pretty…” you mumble as you lie in bed next to your boyfriend, izuku.
“shoto?” he asks, head tilting in a request for clarification.
“yeah,” you shrug, continuing to scroll mindlessly on your phone. “a little boring though.”
he lets out a soft hum, pulling you close to him as you watch your tiktoks, seemingly amused by your tendency to think out loud. “any other friends of mine you wanna fuck?”
although his tone is light, almost playful— you can feel the edge tucked just beneath it. your brows furrow at his insinuation, a scoff slipping past your lips. “i didn’t say i want to fuck your friend. i was just saying he’s pretty. like a doll.”
izuku simply laughs, the sound colored with something almost a bit dangerous, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “fine. any other of my friends you find ‘pretty?”
“i’m not gonna tell you now,” you roll your eyes, returning your gaze to the screen in your hand. “‘cause you’re gonna be weird about it.”
“so there’s more?”
“no,” you scoff once more, teeth grinding against each other as you grow chagrined.
“i think ‘yeah,” he says mildly, tipping your phone’s screen down to redirect your attention. “i’m just curious, my love. i like knowing what you think about my friends.”
while the delivery of his words sound sweet, you know better. you sigh, setting your phone down to let yourself think, because you knew he wouldn’t let it go. “fine,” you mumble after a beat. “kaminari, i guess, but he’s annoying. kirishima… but i can’t tell if he’s cute or i just like that he’s tall. sero’s pretty. and i guess— ” you hesitate, before exhaling sharply, “—bakugo has some appeal to him. there, happy?”
“hm,” is all izuku responds with at first, letting himself sit with his thoughts. “i don’t think you could handle that train.”
“you said you weren’t going to be weird!” you huff, a heat creeping up your cheeks as the notion of such flashes in your mind.
a snicker escapes him at the sound of your whine, his eyes tracking the way your expression shifts as the dirty fantasies run amok in your mind. “well, i’m just saying— they all play pretty rough. like, eijirou has a huge size kink— he used to brag about how his dick reached like… here… when he did it with a girl.”
you glance downwards as his hand comes to rest just right above your belly button, your body instinctively bucking at the idea, much to your embarrassment. “that’s, that’s crazy,” you mumble, trying to feign nonchalance. “i don’t think that’s possible.”
“really?” izuku asks, tilting his head, his voice deceptively soft. “mine hits about here—” he lowers his hand a few inches down, “—when we do it. he’s a bit taller than me so i feel like it’s easy to imagine.”
“it just… doesn’t seem like… healthy or safe,” you hesitate, “i don’t know how anyone would enjoy that.”
he only offers you a shrug, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “there’s a lot of girls out there who think bigger is better,” he notes. “what do you think?”
“i’m satisfied. like… happily.”
chuckling at that, izuku continues. “denki has a bunch of piercings, and i mean like— i haven’t seen it — but, he has a couple down there. you feel those sort of things with every movement.”
your thighs clench at his description, a surreal heat rising in your core over the concept of your boyfriend talking about the sex lives of his friends. “i don’t think i’d like that…” you comment, unsure why you were even putting in your input, as well as if you were lying or not. “it seems weird. like what if they get caught or lost?”
“they’re usually pretty well in there,” he muses, giving your hip a soft pat, “you wanna ask him and see?”
“no,” you glare, biting the inside of your cheek. “why do you want me to fuck your friends so bad?”
“why do you want to fuck my friends so bad?” he retorts.
“i said i don’t.”
“yeah? then why are you so wet?”
before you can react, his fingers glide down your stomach, effortlessly slipping beneath the waistband of your pajamas and into your panties, unbothered by your attempts of pulling away to avoid proving him right.
“ack!— izu, quit it!”
your protest goes unacknowledged. instead, a long thick finger runs along your bare slit, arousal collecting against it’s pad. “quit what?” he asks, acting oblivious. “touching you? or talking about my friends? 'cause i don’t think you want me to stop either.”
when you don’t respond, pretending to be too distracted by his ministrations, he giggles, leaning close to whisper into your ear. “y’wanna know about hanta?”
“wh-what about him?” you find yourself asking, prurience getting the best of you.
izuku smirks as you maintain a sort of act of innocence. “he likes tying girls up with his quirk and doing whatever he wants to them,” he explains slowly, taking in how the puffy lips of your pussy flutter against him with every word leaving his mouth, “blindfolds them. gags them. pinches their nipples. think he likes omorashi too.”
“o-omorashi?” you choke out, confused by how your own nipples have reactively already begun to stiffen against the fabric of your shirt. “that’s disgusting— why would he even like that?”
“denki likes it too,” he adds. “they’ve talked about how they like how helpless their partners get under them— the high they get from controlling someone else like that. i think they told me i should try it out with you one time...”
you shake your head, holding onto his arm for support as two calloused fingers slip inside your heat, pushing past the initial resistance with a delicious stretch. “nuh uh— no,” you refuse, a hint of curiosity betraying you, “that’s, that’s too weird.”
he chuckles knowingly at your reaction, fingers rocking back and forth as he speaks easily, “i think you’re just scared of me bullying you. but, hey — they’re a lot meaner than me — just imagine how they’d be with you.”
“i don’t wanna imagine that...” you exhale shakily, eyes rolling back as he brushes against your g-spot.
“but you already are imagining it,” he whispers, tapping against that exact spot again and again, over and over. “you’re soaked, babe.”
a haze feels as if it's clouding over your mind. “it’s because of you,” you whine, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in attempt to silence the noise.
“yeah?” he cooes, “it’s for me?”
you nod, a soft moan escaping you as he presses his thumb against your clit. “y-yes…”
“oh,” he smiles, as if he didn’t know. “you sure it’s not for shoto?”
“why— why would it be for him?” you ask, swallowing the pooling saliva in your mouth.
“well,” he starts, rubbing circles into you, “i don’t know. maybe you’re thinking about him using his quirk on you— teasing these—” his free hand slips under your shirt, rubbing a nipple between a thumb and a forefinger, before lightly tugging on the peak, “—with ice.”
“m’not,” you lie, already shivering as though you can feel it. you reach a hand down to palm at the growing bulge in his pants. “you’re hard,” you deflect, trying to gain some footing in this conversation, “maybe you’re the one thinking about him doing that to you.”
the attempt only makes him snicker. “nah,” he murmurs, fingering you deeper and deeper, “i’m hard because i’m thinking about how my perverted little girlfriend is about to cum on my fingers pretending it’s katsuki’s dick.”
you can feel your ears burn as the brief mental image takes you off guard — katsuki breathing heavy against your nape, gripping your hips hard, bruising — and you do your best to stifle the moan trying to escape your throat. “i, i’m not about to cum,” you whimper, fumbling with the waistband of his sweats in hopes of jerking him off as a diversion, but his hand under your shirt moves to catch your wrist, foiling the attempt.
“but you’re imagining it’s his dick, right?”
“i’m not doing that either!” you whine once more.
izuku only hums lightly at your denial. “he likes seeing girls cry, y’know that? one time, he sent me this picture of a girl he fucked — she had mascara all over her face, handprints around her neck — i thought it was a villain he fought at first. now that i think about it, i never really traded back with him…”
“no, no way— i f-fucking, fucking hate that guy,” you grit out, the idea of izuku sending his friend vulnerable pictures of you enraging yet strangely arousing.
“yeah?” izuku laughs, almost mockingly, “then why do you keep on clenching when i talk about him then?”
“it’s for you, baby, i swear…” you plead, begging him to believe you, feeling the waves of pleasure begin to ebb and flow in your core.
“you swear? you sure you’re not just saying that because you wanna cum?”
“i'm not,” you mewl, breath trembling in your chest, “it's for you, izu.”
“mm,” he murmurs approvingly, “whose pussy is this?”
“yours, only yours,” you gasp, eyes shutting tight as he curls his fingers, his free hand coming to tilt your chin upwards so that you couldn't hide from him.
“who's the only one who gets to play with this pussy? gets to have it?”
“you— oh my god,” you cry, toes curling as you feel yourself close to the edge, “i’m gonna cum, please don’t stop, please—”
“go ahead and cum, baby,” he groans, as if feeling your pleasure second-hand, “be a good girl, and cum for me.”
with his encouragement, you do exactly that, a whiny, whimper of a moan clawing itself out of your throat as your walls spasm around his fingers. izuku dutifully continues to pump his fingers in and out of you as you ride out the aftershocks.
“good girl,” izuku croons, subsequently slipping out of you. your forehead rests against his chest as you steady your breathing, the quiet in the room pressing in while your hazy mind slowly recollects itself.
eventually, you break the silence, mumbling the refrain you’ve been repeating for the past hour or so: “i don’t wanna fuck your friends.”
in response, he laughs, before guiding your hand to the outline of his cock in his sweatpants, allowing you to touch him at last. “i know, baby,” he whispers, mirth curling his lips, “although i’d prefer your first thought after cumming be, ‘i wanna fuck you.”
“i wanna fuck you,” you breathe without a second thought, gaze flicking to meet his.
his thumb lifts to brush against your bottom lip, watching as you press a gentle kiss to the pad, and you can feel his clothed shaft twitch against your palm. “hm,” he murmurs, before sitting up straight, “well, how exactly do you wanna do that?”
“i wanna suck your dick first,” you mumble, mirroring his actions before tying up your hair.
“mm, okay, baby,” he sighs contently, shifting to rest his back against the headboard of the bed. “just try not to moan any of my friends’ names when you’re choking on it, okay?”
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ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: i realize that i have sort of unfairly been judging my fics against each other and thinking that my writing has deteriorated, when in reality, i think there i just have different writing styles...? idk if anyone else notices it like how i do, and i don't want to just rant LOL, but i was frustrated how some pieces seemed less introspective, but then i thought about how it depends on a) the sort of reader b) if something requires more context and/or c) if a fic is more story-based vs a one-shot. who flipping knew? also, can you already guess what a part 2 title would be to this? heh… and what the fic would be about? heh. probably not frick my chud life…
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, suggestive, mention of creampie, ooc (for the plot), softdom!izuku (the classic) bratty!sub!fem!afab!reader (classic), possibly not accurate/possible portrayal of wisdom tooth drugs, not proofread #pen to paper
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my previous account. i wasn’t born with wisdom teeth i’ll never experience this first hand
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: short blurb; bitchy gf reader driving izuku home from the dentist after getting his wisdom teeth removed and he’s up to no good!
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 389 words
is this thing on
has anyone thought about izuku and his bitchy girlfriend where she has to drive him home from the dentist after getting his wisdom teeth removed? and instead of being all sluggish and mumbling “i love you’s,” he keeps trying to finger her as she drives?
───
“izuku, quit fucking doing that,” you scold, trying to squeeze your thighs tightly together.
he just giggles, his finger teasing the slit of your pussy through your panties. “you’re so cute when you’re focused.”
“i’m not gonna look cute if you keep that up,” you snap, prying him off you, all while keeping your eyes on the road.
with a grin, he puts his hand back on your thigh, this time just keeping it there. “when we get home, i’m gonna fuck you sooooo good… like… until you can’t walk…” he whispers, almost snickering, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear.
“no, you’re not,” you sigh, annoyed by his drug-fueled antics. “you’re gonna go lay in bed and take a nap.”
“will you come with me?” he tilts his head, peeking at your cleavage.
“no, because i have to make dinner.”
this time, he’s the one who sighs. “why can’t we just skip to dessert?” he asks, hand creeping up under your skirt again for the nth time.
you shoot him a quick glare, finding yourself lecturing him. “i doubt eating me out could make you full, and you need to recover well, so, until it can— we’re going to eat chicken noodle soup instead.”
“dudeee,” he drags out the word, his eyes widening as you had suddenly triggered a memory. “i was telling the nurse about that.”
“what nurse?” you question, brows furrowing in confusion. “telling about what?”
“at the dentist, babe!”
“oh. those are called dental assistants.”
“well,” he slurs, fishing some sort of package out of his pocket. “the dental assistant was asking me about what i was gonna do when i got home, so i told her that i was probably gonna fuck you until you were like, nice and full of my cum… and she gave me this!”
as your eyes dart from the road to what was in his hand, you realized it was a condom.
“you’re such a fucking idiot,” you mumble, ears red as he laughs at your reaction.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: that night you left a voicemail for the dentist’s office apologizing for your boyfriend giving them the play by play on how he fucks his “hot ass girlfriend.”
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, porn without plot, softdom!izuku, fem!afab!crybaby!bratty!reader, cockwarming, praise, degredation/condescendingness, hurt/comfort (?), he’s a little mean :(, heavy dumbification/babying, not proofread (do i ever proofread drabbles….?), implied marathon sex,
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this originally was a response to an ask and is a reblog from my previous accounts... one of my favorite scenarios tbh...
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: boyfriend izuku cockwarming you while being mean/comforting you like you need due to your stress
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 627
“shh, no need to think, baby,” izuku cooes, fingers combing lovingly through your hair as your walls clamp tight around his thick cock. “pretty girls don’t need to use their brains, yeah?”
you nod, sniffling as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. “i’m so tired of working, izu…”
his tongue clicks, lips tugging into a pout as he mocks the one on your face. “it’s not fair, huh? a dumb little thing like you shouldn’t have to work so hard, right?”
with a sob as your answer to his teasing, he chuckles. he shifts slightly, adjusting himself in his desk’s chair so that the bubous tip of his dick could nestle comfortably against your cervix. “you’re such a good girl, you know that, baby? working so hard— making me so proud. you wanna make me proud, right?”
“yeah…”
“say it all out for me, my love,” he encourages softly, placing a kiss onto the side of your head.
“i wanna, wanna—” you hiccup, “— wanna make you proud…”
“mhm. because?”
“because i’m a good girl…”
“yep, exactly— my beautiful, good girl,” he murmurs, thumb brushing tenderly against the curve of your cheek, his head tilting to meet your gaze. “so what are you gonna do tomorrow?”
“noooo…” you whine, tears threatening to redouble as you recall the stress tomorrow may bring, “izuku, i want you to take care of me…”
he kisses his teeth, knowing you meant you wanted to quit your commitments and depend on him. in a heartbeat, he would, but out of love he couldn’t. instead, he says, “you’re a big girl, my love. you don’t think i want what’s best for you?”
in response, you let out a small mewl, your head tipping back as one hand curls into a tight fist, lifting to swipe at the tears welling in your eyes. “you’re so mean… i-i’m literally crying, and—and…”
“i know, i know,” izuku croons, swiftly shushing your attempt to act out. “this is me taking care of you, baby,” his hand lowers to the imprint of his dick bulging your stomach, giving it a pat, “don’t you see that?”
a huff escapes your lips, choosing not to respond to him, so frustrated by everything that you want to take it out on him. however, your lack of acknowledgment only makes him smile— the warning clear, yet the abrupt buck of his hips upwards still catches you off guard.
“surely you’re not too stupid that you can’t even understand me, baby,” he sighs, his fingers moving to grip your chin, firm yet gentle, like an owner scolding a stupid puppy. “that would be ridiculous, right?”
“m’ not…” you whimper, eyes pitifully rimmed with red as you look into his.
“well, i’m glad to hear that,” he breathes softly, giving the corner of your lips a kiss. “now, i want you to use that pretty brain of yours and tell me whether or not i’m taking care of you right now. you can do that for me, right?”
with a nod you show your understanding, taking his thumb in between your parted lips in a show of submission. “y’always take care of me, izuku…”
as you suckle on his finger, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, a half-lidded gaze drinking in your actions. “mhm. and i’m never gonna stop doing that, got it?”
“i got it…”
“good,” he smiles, watching as you release his thumb with a wet pop and glossed over eyes. his hands moves to your hips, slowly beginning to move you up and down his length as he continues speaking. “now, what do you say i take care of my silly, good girl, and give her orgasm after orgasm so she can forget her problems, hm?”
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, hybrid!au, dom!dog hybrid!katsuki, fem!sub!bitchy!cat hybrid!reader, maybe some ooc katsuki (oops), reader is afab, reader is shorter than katsuki and izuku, knotting, heat, biting, “random” (i put it there because i thought it was… neat) watersports? (reader has a brief memory of katsuki scaring her to the point of her peeing), breathplay (arm chokehold YES!!!!), coercion, little bit of footplay as a treat (reader recieving), voyuerism, reader doesn’t know the terms “sex” (has done it though) and “rut,” creampie.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ original a/n: happy halloween! i hope everyone likes this… let me know if i forgot any warnings.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my previous account
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: as your owner, izuku, leaves you home alone with stray dog hybrid!katsuki, who you hate, you suddenly go into heat.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 3.6k
mean. blunt. rude. all words you would use to describe that mangy mutt, katsuki. ever since your favorite person in the world, your owner, izuku, had brought him home one rainy night a few weeks ago, what used to be just you and izuku, quiet and comfortable, suddenly became you, izuku, and katsuki.
you really did try to get along with katsuki— you did. on your very first attempt to bond, you even offered him your favorite stuffed animal. but the next morning, you woke up to find it torn to shreds, the result of him gnawing on it in his sleep. he didn’t even manage a proper apology, just stood there with his tail between his legs, arms crossed, and muttered, “my bad.”
then there was the halloween incident— the one where he hid in the dark of the laundry room, waiting to pounce on you, only to pin you down and lick your face until you were crying so hard you actually peed. and of course, he made fun of you for that, too. when you tattled to izuku, he played innocent, pretending you’d made the whole thing up.
and as if that weren’t enough, every evening since last week, when the three of you curled up on the couch to watch tv, he’d taken to demanding izuku brush a hand through his hair, each stroke robbing you of affection and attention that was rightfully yours as you sat on the opposite side of izuku.
aside from his terrible personality, he was also big— annoyingly so. he was always in your way — whether you were in the hallway, trying to go use the bathroom, or in the kitchen to get a snack — somehow someway, he was there, taking up too much space as usual just by his presence. sure, izuku was similarly built, but he had a gentleness about him that made it easy to breathe. katsuki, on the other hand? he was suffocating, and you couldn’t shake the fear that eventually he'd snuff your place here — with izuku — out.
now, snuggled up in bed with your precious owner as you both got ready to sleep, you found yourself asking the question that’s been lingering in your mind.
“izuku,” you murmur, your hand resting on his chest. “when is katsuki going to leave?”
izuku looked away from his phone, his head tilting at your question. “why do you want katsuki to leave, baby? i thought you liked him.”
the scrunch of your nose provided reason otherwise. “i don’t like him.”
he laughed, the sound light and amused. “well, he likes you.”
you scoffed. that seemed unlikely. “he likes me?”
“of course. he gives you all the vegetables you like at dinner. wouldn't you be lonely without him?”
“no,” you scowl, “i'd be happy. who needs a filthy dog who can't even go without eating anything that isn’t meat? you’d think living in the streets for years would have made him grateful for your delicious cooking.”
izuku set his phone aside, gently running his fingers through your hair, in an effort to soothe you. “are you jealous of katsuki, baby?” he asked, softly.
“no,” you repeat yourself, your answer coming out in a grit. “why would i be jealous?”
“well, you’re saying all these mean things about katsuki. he hasn’t done anything wrong to you.”
“yes, he has,” you huff, crossing your arms.
“like what?”
as you struggled to put into words why exactly you hated katsuki, you could feel izuku’s ministrations gradually easing your anger. “he’s just… disrespectful.” you manage at last.
another laugh slips from izuku’s lips as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “i think you should ease up on him, baby. katsuki has had a hard time being out on his own for so long— he might not know how things should be done exactly but he’s trying. all he needs is a little love.”
you let out a reluctant sigh before nuzzling deeper into izuku. “fine.”
“that's my girl.” he says with a smile. “you'll try to get along better with him, yeah?”
“yeah…”
“good. now let’s go to sleep. okay, pretty girl?”
with one last nod, the two of you drift off into sleep, with you in his arms— just as it should be.
that’s why, when sunrise came and you woke up alone in bed, you were more than a little upset. did izuku have work? if he did, he never left without kissing you goodbye. scrambling out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen, searching for your precious owner— only to be greeted by the sight of katsuki, blocking the fridge like he owned it.
“where’s izuku?” you mumble out, sleepily rubbing your eye with your fist.
“out,” katsuki answered curtly.
“out where?” you ask, a frown working to tug at your lips at his short answer.
“work, i guess.”
“you guess?” you scoff, your morning already starting off poorly. “ugh. of course i can’t expect a fleabag like you to actually be useful. are you just going to stand in front of the fridge and look stupid or move?”
for someone so much smaller than him, you always acted like you were ten feet tall. he rolled his eyes, continuing to survey the contents of the fridge. “maybe if you said please, i would.”
“why do i have to do that? this is my house— you’re the visitor.”
katsuki only rolled his eyes again, offering no reply as he grabbed one last sausage link from the fridge and headed for the couch in the living room.
ugh. not only had izuku left without saying goodbye, but you also had to deal with katsuki’s stupidity. to make matters worse, you were also starting to feel like you were coming down with a fever. when you opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton from the top shelf — only to find it empty — the combination of everything made you snap. marching over to where katsuki lounged on the couch, you stood in front of him, carton in hand, as he stared at the tv.
“did you drink all my milk?” you accuse, half tempted to hurl the carton at his head.
“there’s a little left,” he replied, casual as ever.
“there’s like three drops max in here!”
“that counts.”
oh, the nerve of this guy! you stomped towards the trashcan, tossing the empty carton away. “if there’s only three drops left, you might as well just throw it away— no one is desperate enough for that little— it’s insulting! ugh, now how am i going to make my fever feel better?”
“you have a fever?” he asks, ignoring your scolding. “you’re not supposed to drink milk when you’re sick.”
“that’s when you have a sore throat, stupid,” you snap, “but i guess an idiot like you wouldn’t know that.”
he says nothing in response, effectively ignoring you as he kept his eyes glued to some cooking show— even as you continue your tirade.
“i don’t even get why izuku would bring a mutt like you into our home— you have no sense of sharing at all!” you complain, totally not projecting. "like why would you even touch something that you know someone else mostly drinks— doesn't it cross your mind that you should save it for them?"
as you glanced over your shoulder at katsuki, you realized his attention was still fixed on the tv. flabbergasted, you stomped right back in front of him, blocking his view of the screen. “are you even listening to me?!”
he just lounged there, legs splayed across the couch in a manspread, tilting his head to see past you. “yeah,” he says nonchalantly. “bitchin’ about sharing or whatever.”
“oh my— ugh — you —! katsuki, you are the worst!” you shout, clutching at your hair in frustration. “no wonder you were left on the streets— nobody wanted you because you’re inconsiderate, rude, and… and…”
struggling to find the right words to drive your point home, you noticed his eyes flicking up to yours, one eyebrow arched, daring you to push your luck.
at his quiet threat, something inside you stirred, making you stumble back a few steps. the air in the room had shifted and the fever creeping through you was starting to burn hot, clouding your thoughts. a fatigue was setting itself ablaze throughout your limbs, and settling deep in your core. “u-ugh, nevermind," you rasp, "i’m not... not feeling well enough to talk to you anymore.”
katsuki shrugged casually. “sounds good to me.”
as you tried to make your way to your room, your legs felt wobbly, taking only two steps before your knees gave out. you collapse in front of katsuki, who catches your waist just in time before letting you sink gently to the floor. “easy,” he murmurs, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. he sucks his teeth when he notices the way you shiver under his touch, your pupils blown wide and unfocused.
drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, and you swallowed hard, quickly realizing that this was no ordinary fever— your heat had come. and judging by the flicker in katsuki’s eyes, it seemed he had realized it too. “shoot… i, i… need izuku to help me feel good,” you mumbled out instinctively.
katsuki’s eyebrow arched once more, this time at your word choice. “that’s what you call it?“
“what’s it s-supposed to be called?”
“sex."
“well, i need izuku to help me 'sex.”
“to have sex,” katsuki corrected you.
"whatever,” you sigh exasperated, not having the patience for all this terminology at the moment. your eyes shut tight as you strained to focus on anything other than the warmth of katsuki’s body in front of you. knees feeling stuck to the floor, you found yourself unable to pull away from him either. was he always this pretty? when did his arms look so muscular? how big were his hands? as thousands of questions flooded your mind, your eyes had opened again, only to have mindlessly trailed down to the imprint of katsuki’s dick in his sweatpants, and you couldn’t believe how your body screamed at you to sniff at it.
your eyes snapped up to katsuki’s, heat rising in your cheeks as you prayed that he hadn’t noticed the way your gaze had lingered. of course, the slight curl of his smirk told you he that he had— as well as that he was thoroughly entertained by your internal battle, struggling between asking for his help and your stubborn hatred. “...you need some help there?” he offered, tone incredibly mocking.
“no,” you say through clenched teeth, breaking eye contact as you looked away, and trying not to take note of how the timbre of his voice was reverberating through your bones. “can— can you shut up? i'm trying to think.”
he shrugged, draping his arms over the back of the couch as he leaned against it, eyes fixed on you with a quiet amusement. “if you say so.”
after a few more moments of hesitation, you finally and reluctantly worked up the courage to ask a favor of katsuki, despite how much you hated him. “katsuki... can we… have 'sex?” you mumble out, eyes shut tight as shame twisted inside you. the gnawing heat in your core was growing exponentially, becoming more and more impossible to ignore.
he pauses, pretending to consider it for a moment, before plainly saying, “no.”
“what?” you ask, incredulous that now he was refusing. “why?”
“not really feeling like it anymore— you were a bitch when i offered.”
a sting of frustration and embarrassment pricks at the corners of your eyes. as hybrids of different species, he wasn’t going to be triggered by your heat in the biological sense you were hoping for, leaving you no choice but to beg. “please?”
“oh, that’s cute,” katsuki laughs, “now, you want to say please.”
you pout, beginning to sniffle. “it hurts a lot…”
“i bet it does,” he replies apathetically.
“…you’re r-really not even going to help me?”
despite how pitiful you sound, katsuki remains stoic. “yep. you’re going to have to wait allll day long for your owner to come home, kitty.”
at his words, the thought of waiting who-knows-how-long for izuku to return to get some relief sends your nerves into overdrive, overwhelming you with a rush of sensation that spills over into tears.
“katsuki… please, can you help me…?” you say in between soft sobs, resting your head on the inside of his thigh, and looking up at him pleadingly.
“thought you didn't even like 'mutts,” he sighs, as if you were bothering him. “why would you want me to help you?”
unable to think of a satisfying answer, you just cried harder, attempting to paw at his dick through his pants. he stops you easily, peeling your hands off of him and holding your wrists in one firm grip. “hey, i'm talking to you,” he says tauntingly, snapping his fingers with his free hand to draw your attention. instead of obeying, you go boneless, face pressing into his thigh as the tears continue to drip down your cheeks, swallowed up by the ache of your heat and the torment of withheld relief.
another sigh escapes katsuki’s lips as he takes a moment to look over your trembling and tearful form, your tears creating a damp spot on his thigh. the moment you hear that thoughtful noise — hm — the kind that makes it seem like he was actually considering it — your ears perk up, shamefully clinging to his every word.
rough fingers find your chin as he speaks, watching your body instinctively lean into his touch. “well,” he muses, speaking slowly, “i'll help you if you promise to help me during my rut. do you know what that is?”
you shake your head, resisting the mindless urge to take his thumb into your mouth and suck on it. “no,” you mumble.
based on the sheltered life you lived here with izuku, katsuki had already seen that answer coming. with a light yet almost chilling sounding laugh, he explains the term for you. “it's like your heat, but for guys. it means that, around next week or so, when my dick needs a warm hole to fuck, you're going to let me use yours all day for about 7 or 8 days straight.”
you hesitate at his words, a moment of sobering clarity cutting through your haze, apprehensive at the thought of being katsuki's plaything for a week. “is it going to hurt...?” you ask, somewhat already knowing the answer.
“oh yeah,” katsuki says, his face mocking the worried expression on yours. “i'm probably going to bite you all over. keep on going even if you're already filled up. probably won't stop if you fall asleep on me or pass out. do you still want me to help you?”
your body was aching for relief, yet your mind kept trying to reason, attempting to weigh his offer carefully. “i.... i don't... l-let me, let me think...”
he sighs at your trepidation, and in one swift motion, the ball of his foot presses against the front of your pussy through your sleep shorts, causing you to cling on to his leg and let out a open-mouthed moan as sparks fly behind your eyes. “ah,” he says, clicking his tongue, “i guess if you don't want to, i can't help you—”
“no, no,” you choke out, cutting him off, too desperate for relief. you let out a hiss as he grinds his foot in a way that presses against your clit, “i'll— i'll do it, please! please, i'll do it!”
“you sure? i don't want you to say yes without knowing what you're getting into...”
"katsukiiii!” you whine, the pressure against your sex, combined with your heat, throwing all sense out the window, and leaving only the single-minded goal of wanting to be bred. “i'm sure! please, please h-help me and i'll do it!”
he sighs, your pathetic behavior softening him ever so slightly. “alright, alright, i’ll help you. but you better not forget our deal. and don't complain when i knot you.”
thankfully, katsuki quickly plucks you up from the wooden floor and eases your back against the couch, but not without taking note of how your body trembles underneath his touch in anticipation. hooking his fingers underneath your waistband, he slides off your sleep shorts, your panties coming off with them when he does. with your glistening arousal left to his disposal, he conducts an experimental press to your clit with his thumb, watching how your folds flutter around nothing, your slick drooling down to seep into the fabric of the couch. at his teasing, you cry out, thighs clamping around his wrist. “please don't play anymore,” you beg.
he laughs softly at your impatience, prying your thighs open to free his wrist, before proceeding to shimmy his sweatpants off, and finally freeing his dick, much to your relief. pre cum leaked from the reddened, flared tip, running down the curve of its length, past his knot near the base, and mixing with the tufts of blond hair framing it. “turn around,” he instructs you with the jut of his chin, and you do so, laying flat on your stomach against the couch. a whine slips past your lips when he pauses to grab handfuls of your ass, and you send a weak back kick towards his chest — part warning to hurry up, part protest for him to quit that. he blocks it easily with his arm, chuckling. as the tip of his dick finally kisses your entrance, you can feel your pussy hoping to pull him in. right before you’re about to nag at him to hurry up, he slowly sinks himself in, forcing out a shameless whimper from you as you revel in the satisfying stretch.
“fuckkk…” katsuki groans, voice low and raspy, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he adjusts to the almost burning hot heat swallowing up his dick. “forgot how good a pussy in heat feels,” he mumbles to himself, his movements slow and deliberate at first, savoring every clench of your walls.
“faster,” you huff breathlessly, to which he can’t help but let out a scoff at.
“faster? whatever you say...” he says, dryly but compliant, now increasing the speed to the point where his balls were slapping against your clit with every stroke.
in tandem with his movements, you push your ass against him, his hands working up your body to cup your breasts as he angles himself to bully his dick deeper inside of you. as you eventually take him to the base, you find your toes curling with every slam of hips against you as they now become more and more brutal. “kats—! wai— slow down,” you slur in between gasps, drool dripping down your chin as he continues the pace.
“isn’t this what you just asked for?” his brows knit together at your indecisiveness before snaking his arm around your throat in a firm chokehold. “jesus… i feel like all you do is ask for more and more...”
your eyes go wide with panic as you splutter and struggle for air, his chest pressing against your back as he buries himself even deeper. the movement of his thrusts now were barely half an inch in distance, yet they were hitting that spot inside your walls that nearly knocked the wind out of you, over and over. eventually, you go limp, deciding just to take it.
“there we go, that’s a good look on you,” he laughs breathlessly, watching how your brain turns to mush under him. as your cheek presses against his bicep, you could feel your orgasm approaching.
“b-bite, please,” you cry out pathetically, voice strained from his chokehold on you.
katsuki raises an eyebrow at that, letting up with his arm in order to let his teeth graze your nape. “here?” he asks, like he wouldn’t know. when you nod mindlessly, he just laughs, teeth sinking in teasingly, but not enough to break skin. “like that?”
you can’t help but let out a sob at his ministrations, desperately craving more. “katsuki!” you choke out.
a snicker leaves his lips before he follows through at last, biting down hard at your nape. as the euphoria from the bite tips you over the edge, a moan is ripped out from your throat as you cum, leaving you whimpering with every wave of the aftershocks.
just a few minutes later, he follows suit with a deep groan, his dick pulsing and throbbing inside you as he cums. as thick warm ropes flood your walls, you can feel his knot swelling and locking you together with an unfamiliar heaviness. feeling satisfied for the moment, you lay there sleepily, your hair sticking to the sweat on his chest. once he catches his breath, katsuki adjusts the two of you, shifting you over so you lay on top of him while you two remain knotted.
as you drift off into sleep, ten minutes or so pass in stillness before katsuki catches the faint rattle of the front doorknob and the soft rustle of grocery bags. he stays still, too drained to move, bracing for whatever lecture izuku might unleash. but as your owner enters the house, there is none. instead, izuku merely casts a brief glance at his pets, more intent on heading to the kitchen, and setting a gallon of milk, amongst other groceries, carefully in the fridge. after he’s finished, he moves to the bookshelf to switch off the camera he had left there.
“nice to see you two getting along,” he says with an amused and knowing smile.
