#katsuki smut

[lonelyfooryouonly]

Pookie dropped another scrumptious Katsuki smut!!

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LET DA PEOPLE KNOWWWWW

[lonelyfooryouonly]

the only time you’ve ever seen katsuki being indecisive is in bed.

every single time you two have sex, he just cannot decide what position he likes you in the most — so you honestly have to be ready for anything.

one moment your face is shoved into the pillows with your ass up, taking him as he drives into you from behind, and the next he’s flipping you over on your back because he’s being whiny and just wants to look at your pretty face, as if he forgot how you look like and desperately needs to see you again.

he pulls you in close by your hips, completely shifting the rhythm. his thrusts turn deep and agonizingly slow, like he’s trying to drag the moment out as long as possible. he just wants to drown in it — loving the way your walls clamp desperately around him, slick and so wet that he slips all the way back in with zero effort.

“kats…” you moan his name, breathless and slurry, your eyes fluttering shut every time he buries himself completely inside you. he goes so deep there’s literally no space left, hitting that sweet spot until it feels like he’s straight up in your guts.

one of his large hands slides up from your hip to rest right over your lower stomach, pressing his palm flat against your sweaty skin just to feel the bulge of himself inside you. the pressure forces a wrecked moan right out of your throat. your eyes squeeze shut and you reach up, tangling your fingers through his messy hair and dragging his head down.

he leans in until his forehead is resting against yours, his chest heaving as he takes in a shaky breath. his lips part against yours, letting out a low moan straight into your mouth as he rolls his hips again. your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, as you grip his hair tighter between your fingers.

“i could stay like this for fuckin’ hours,” he grunts, his eyes screwed shut.

“no one’s rushing us, kats,” you murmur against his lips, teasing him just a little.

at the sound of your voice, his head completely drops into the crook of your neck, his whole body tense as he lets out a guttural groan.

“…you’re killin’ me,” his voice is impossibly rough and muffled against your skin as he buries himself back into your cunt.

everything is so hot and wet and sticky between you two, the heavy air in the room making it almost impossible to catch your breath. and his weight on top of you just makes your head dizzier.

all you can even process right now is the delicious way his cock stretches you open —every slow thrust of him fills you up so good that it leaves you completely senseless.

and god, you don’t want it to stop. not even for a second.

you want more of it, more of the unbearable stretch, more of his hands bruising your skin, more of his hot breath against your neck. you just want to stay tangled up together like this until the boundaries blur and you two completely melt into each other.

a/n: is this too much to ask…

[lonelyfooryouonly]

Ok but imagine Izuku holding you in between his spread legs as he’s directing Katsuki on how to fuck you… then he cleans up the mess you and Katsuki make

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Anon… we can’t talk here. Email me.

[kiribakudefender]

Just friends, right?

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Summary: Things happen when Eijiro crashes at Katsuki's place after their first gala as pro heroes.

+18, NSFW, friends to lovers, mentioned Izuku Midoriya, mentioned Ochaco Uraraka.

2.1 K words - to read on ao3 here

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“Katsuki, are you hard?” Eijiro asked with an amused tone and a shit eating grin, laying on his side, propped up on on elbow. They were both laying on the same mattress, formal suits still on, after their first hero gala as pros. Katsuki had insisted on crashing at his place since it was closer to the even and he didn’t trust Eijiro to get home safe while drunk. The idiot was too friendly and trusting for his own good.

“Shut up, Shitty Hair, sometimes it happens when I’m drunk” Katsuki was covering his eyes with his arm, lazily but strategically. He couldn’t let him see how fucking flustered he was. His pants were tight due to his throbbing cock. He would just pretend he’s feeling dizzy from drinking more than he should’ve, he just wished Eijiro would drop it after making that embarrassing observation.

Yeah, true, Katsuki got hard because he was drunk, but it wasn’t only that. Having Eijiro so close, dressed nicely for the gala, shirt open, tie hanging loose from his thick neck. Sleeves rolled up revealing his veiny forearms, an inevitable consequence of hard work and diligence. Hair disheveled from hugging almost everyone at the party, even after having spent a good chunk of the afternoon pouring gel to get his hair spiky. That sight for him was heavenly. And his friend scent, a mix of sweat, faint lingering perfume, warm and familiar. Couldn’t blame a guy for getting hard witnessing that.

“It’s alright man, don’t have to be so defensive about it” Eijiro said now looking at the ceiling, arms supporting his head. “Want some help?”

“The fuck did you just say?” Katsuki almost stuttered, his heart racing, he wants the earth to swallow him whole. When Eijiro got drunk, he had even less filter than usual.

“I said, if you need a hand?” he asked again, turning to face him and poked his cheek “hey, look at me” he grabbed Katsuki’s wrist, trying to make him stop covering his face. Katsuki let him.

“Don’t joke with that” Katsuki tried to keep his usual scowling expression, but failed to do so. They were so close, now Eijiro’s index finger hooked on one loop of Katsuki’s pants, tugging playfully.

“I’m not joking, I mean it. Or if you don’t want help you can jerk off in front of me, I don’t care. I’ll close my eyes and pretend this never happened” his finger let go of the loops.

Katsuki run his sweaty fingers through his hair and sighed. “You really mean it? Like what, a hand job?”

“Yeah, I’ll give you a hand if you give me yours. That’s what friends are for”

“I’m not sure friendship means touching each other’s dick” Katsuki breathes out.

Friendship, right. A blurry line they have been walking across since their first year at UA. Lingering looks, crashing at each others dorm and sleeping in the same bed even if they didn’t need to, wearing each other’s clothes, inviting him as his plus one at events… whatever they were now, was a relationship loaded with unspoken desire.

“Relax, you have done something like this before with Izuku, right?” Eijiro asked because he knew almost everything about Katsuki, everything and anything but his sex life. So he made a wild guess, he had seen how Katsuki stayed over at Izuku’s dorm back when Izuku confessed to Katsuki he thought he liked guys too at the end of their third year. But when Katsuki stayed? Silent, Eijiro realized he fucked up and why. “Oh, sorry man, I thought- I don’t think… that was insensitive, sorry”

He remembered comforting Katsuki after Izuku told him his heart was set on Ochaco, and that he didn’t feel much after whatever happened between them. At the time, Katsuki didn’t reveal much and Eijiro didn’t push him. Rejection sucks when you’ve pining over someone for so long, and when you’re finally given a chance, turns out they are not that into you. Why? Simply because you’re not her. So it was still too soon to talk about Izuku, he was still a sore spot for Katsuki.

“Just shut up” Katsuki mutters “just come here” he turns to his side to look at his best friend. Eijiro doesn’t doubt for a second, he scoots closer to Katsuki and reaches for the belt to unbuckle it. “Not going to kiss me first? That’s not very manly” Katsuki teased. Eijiro grins at that, he knows he fucked up when he mentioned Izuku, but apparently not beyond repair. He plants a kiss on the corner of Katsuki’s mouth.

Before Katsuki could catch up, Eijiro resumed with shaky hands the task of taking off the belt, a metallic click, the leather belt undone.

Eijiro had some experience and usually carried himself with confidence and boldness, but now his nerves sobered him up a little. This wasn’t a random guy at a bar, this was Katsuki Bakugo, his best friend, the same person he has had a crush on since they met back at high school. He didn’t want to fumble things more than he already did, didn’t want to loose the chance to show Katsuki how much he liked him. So carefully he slid down the dress pants and asked “Can I?” waiting for permission.

“Go ahead” Katsuki said, still hiding his face.

Before going forward, he wiped his hand against his shirt to dry up the sweat caused from the anticipation. Then resumed to free his friends cock from his boxer. He had seen it before, many times while showering at the locker room or at onsens, but it didn’t compare to this moment.

His cock was thick, shorter than his own, but it was so fucking pretty, soft skin, absolutely perfect, like everything about Katsuki. Eijiro ran his finger across the length which made his cock twitch. He wouldn’t just jerk him off quickly and roughly, no. He would take his time, making sure Katsuki felt really good, thanks to him.

When Katsuki’s hand reached for his cock, he said “no, let me do this for you. After you cum, you can help me out. Now relax.”

With one hand, he stroked his friend’s cock, started slow but with a firm grip running all along the base, and when he reached the tip, he smeared the precum briefly with his thumb. After testing out the rhythm, with his free hand, he started massaging the balls. Focused on the sound the other made to adjust his technique.

“Does that feel good?” he asked and Katsuki hummed.

Who would’ve thought Katsuki would whimper so prettily for a hand job? Eijiro sure didn’t, he always expected him to be more into grunting. He felt his chest warm at the sight, seeing his confident friend still hiding his face. But even if he was feeling shy, that didn’t stop him from buckling his hips ever so slightly, asking for more speed, a faster rhythm.

“Can you kiss me while doing it?” his voice was a bit shaky.

“I can, but you have to stop hiding your pretty face” he whispered adjusting himself to be closer, slowing down his motions a little. And so, reluctantly, Katsuki let his arm down. Fuck, his eyes were glossy, lips parted, a look Eijiro had imagined many times, but never pictured it quite like that. He leaned on and kissed him.

Katsuki pulled from Eijiro’s tie, to pull him closer, teeth clashing against each other, a clumsy kiss. That’s what happens after holding back your feelings for your best friend for so long. Eijiro run his tongue against the other’s bottom lip, and almost instantly Katsuki’s legs and feet tensed, pulling harder from the tie, he cummed without warning.

“Sorry” he said and tried to cover his cock to stop the cum from flying everywhere, but Eijiro kissed him back into the mattress. “Don’t worry, we’ll clean up later” he whispered while giving his cock a few more strokes before letting go.

Katsuki was catching his breath, while Eijiro reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, he handed him a few tissues and used a couple to clean off the cum from his neck, shirt and hair.

“Shut up” Katsuki said.

“I didn’t say anything” he raised his hands in mock offense?

“I know what you’re thinking, I just get allergies in the morning” he huffed while cleaning his stomach with a few tissues. “Sorry about your hair.”

“It happens, don’t worry about it” he leaned down to kiss him again.

This time he didn’t stop Katsuki when he reached for his cock, he laid down and helped him by taking off his pants. A shiver went down his spine when he felt his calloused and sweaty hand reaching under his boxer. He took off his boxer, eager to free his cock finally.

“The hell? Why is it that big?” he whispered, adjusting his hand to grip comfortably Eijiro’s thicker and larger cock. His fingers barely reached around. Eijiro couldn’t stop himself from smiling like an idiot from that comment. “Don’t laugh idiot, or you’ll have to jerk off yourself in the bathroom” the tip of his and his cheeks got red.

“I’m not laughing, I’m just glad you like it” he said looking up at him, holding back his smile.

“Shut up” he muttered and kissed him, now stroking his cock with both hands with a steady rhythm that made Eijiro whimper.

Katsuki wasn’t rough but he liked teasing him, stretching the hand job as much as he could, slowing down the rhythm when his breathing got faster, letting go of his grip when Eijiro buckled his hips.

“Don’t pout, are you going to let me do my thing? Or you just want to fuck yourself into my hand?” when he shook his head, the other gripped back his cock. “Good, let me make you feel good, after what you did, least I can do” he whispered, laid his head on Eijiro’s warm chest. Katsuki didn’t feel shame about having no experience, it wasn’t about that but wanting to do things his way, no help involved. He wasn’t feeling that shy anymore, not after cumming all over his best friend a few minutes ago.

With his free hand, he unbuttoned Eijiro’s shirt, took of the tie and grope his chest. “You’re working hard, huh? It shows” he planted kisses all over his chest, nibbling his skin. A smirked tugged his lips when he saw that desperate expression, feeling proud he was the cause of that.

“F-faster?” Eijiro pleaded, his fingers reaching out for Katsuki’s cock.

“Don’t rush me” he slowed down the rhythm a little “and keep your hands to yourself” then the speed picked up again. Maybe despite his inexperience, reading smut on the internet had really paid off.

“Fuck, Kats, I’m close, where?” he asked breathless, where to cum, his hand reached for Katsuki’s neck to pull him close for a kiss. But before he could either kiss or answer, Eijiro tensed and ropes of dense cum painted the sheets, their stomachs and Katsuki’s hand and arm.

Katsuki wiped the cum on his hand over Eijiro’s chest while smiling. “Hey! Don’t wipe on me” he protested but noticed it. A genuine, playful smile, the kind Katsuki had when he figured something out.

“Tch. Come on, let’s just take a shower or whatever” he got off bed to turn on the shower.

“Together?” Eijiro asked, propping himself up with his arms.

“Do you even have to ask?” he saw the confused look on his friends face and said “Yeah, together, dumbass.”

Katsuki turned on the shower, adjusting the water to be scorching hot, just how he liked it. Meanwhile, Eijiro gathered both of their clothes and let them in the laundry basket in the bathroom.

“You’re coming in or what?” Katsuki asked lathering the soap and cleaning his arms.

Eijiro came in the shower with him, it was small so their bodies touched, the steam made it hard to see much. He was handed over the soap, Katsuki’s gaze on his lips and then quickly back up his eyes. Without asking, he wrapped his arms around him and kissed him again.

“So, are we just friends or?” Eijiro asked, gripping his waist now.

“Can we talk about this after the shower?”

“Please” Eijiro whispered. “answer me, Kats, I’ve been feeling things for you for so long, I just can’t-”

“More than friends” Katsuki cut him off before kissing him again. Before they knew, the water was running cold, but who cares? They could warm each other in bed later.

[yulebloom]

“BUT I AM ACQUAINTED, ADDICTED…”

✧˖ K. Bakugo x reader

✧˖ mdni, 18+

You’re on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed, back arched, ass up. Katsuki is behind you, still half-dressed—black jeans shoved down just enough, the worn material of his biker jacket discarded on the floor somewhere near the door. The faint smell of exhaust and leather clings to his skin.

He’s been fucking you like this for a while now—deep, steady strokes that make the bed frame creak—and the condom has been fighting him the entire time.

Every few thrusts it slips. The latex peels back, catches on your soaked folds, and he has to stop, curse under his breath, and shove it back into place. Your cunt is dripping, slick running down the insides of your thighs, coating his balls every time he bottoms out. The wet sounds are filthy.

“Fuck,” he growls, voice rough. He pulls almost all the way out, adjusts the condom again with a frustrated yank, and slams back in. It still doesn’t stay. “You’re too goddamn wet. Shit keeps sliding—”

You don’t let him finish. “Fuck this,” you pant, already reaching back between your bodies. “I’m done with it.”

Your fingers find the rolled rim of the condom where it’s already halfway down his shaft. It’s sticky with your slick and doesn’t want to come off cleanly, so you give it a harder tug. The latex peels the rest of the way with a soft, wet sound. You toss it somewhere toward the edge of the mattress without looking.

Katsuki freezes. His bare cock is resting against your entrance now—hot, heavy, and slick with your mess. You can feel every ridge of him, the thick head twitching against your hole.

“You sure?” he asks, voice low and strained. There’s that rare careful edge in it, the one he only ever uses with you.

You push your hips back, rubbing the head of his cock up and down through your folds, coating him. “Mhm,” Your voice is breathy, needy. “Put it in. Please.”

That’s all he needs.

He lines up and sinks into you in one long, smooth thrust. No latex. Just skin on skin. The difference is immediate—hotter, wetter, every vein and ridge dragging against your walls with nothing dulling the sensation. A broken sound punches out of his chest as he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.

“Fuck—feels so much better,” he grits out.

“Yeah?” you moan, already rocking back against him. “Feels so good like this… so deep. Don’t stop.”

He starts moving. He pulls almost all the way out until just the head is stretching you, then drives back in hard enough that the slap of skin echoes through the room. Your arms shake.

He does it again. And again. Setting a deep, punishing rhythm that forces you forward with every thrust. One hand stays locked on your hip, the other slides up your spine to fist in your hair, pulling just enough to make your back arch deeper.

Every stroke is filthy. You can hear how wet you are—the slick, wet squelch of his cock punching into you over and over. Your cunt clenches around him greedily, trying to keep him inside every time he retreats. Slick drips down your thighs, down his balls, soaking the sheets beneath you.

“Ngh-fuck,” you gasp, pushing back to meet him.

“So fucking tight,” he pants, voice wrecked. “So wet—gonna ruin this pussy—”

“Then ruin it,” you moan, voice breaking on the next thrust. “It’s yours. Keep going—just like that—”

He doesn’t slow down. If anything he gets rougher, snapping his hips harder, angling so the head of his cock drags over that spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble. You’re moaning into the mattress, fingers twisting in the sheets, pushing back to meet every thrust. The wet sounds get louder. His breathing turns harsh and ragged behind you.

“Right there—don’t stop,” you whimper. “Feels so good, I can feel everything. You’re so deep—”

The pressure builds fast. Every rough thrust drags over that sensitive spot, and your walls start fluttering around him. Your arms threaten to give out. You can feel it coiling tight in your belly, sharper and hotter with nothing between you.

“Kats—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m close—” you choke out, voice high and desperate. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop—”

He growls against the back of your neck and drives into you even harder, one hand sliding around your hip to press two fingers against your clit. The dual stimulation is too much.

Your orgasm crashes over you hard—your cunt clamping down around his bare cock in tight, rhythmic pulses, slick gushing around him as you cry out his name. Your whole body shakes, thighs trembling, arms finally collapsing so your chest hits the mattress while he keeps fucking you through it.

“That’s it,” he pants, still slamming into you. “Cum on my cock—fuck, feel you squeezing me—”

You’re still pulsing around him, oversensitive and moaning brokenly into the sheets, when his rhythm starts to stutter—thrusts getting shorter, sharper, more desperate. He leans over your back, chest pressed to your spine, mouth against your ear.

“Where d’you want it?”

You don’t hesitate, still trembling from your own orgasm. “Inside—want to feel it.”

A low, hungry groan rips out of him. He surges forward, burying himself to the hilt, and comes.

You feel it immediately—the first thick pulse of cum flooding deep inside you, hot and heavy. His cock twitches hard, shooting another spurt, then another, filling you in long, rhythmic pulses while your still-sensitive walls flutter around him, milking every drop.

He keeps rocking his hips through it, grinding deep, working it as far in as it’ll go. You can feel the heat of it spreading, the way it mixes with your own slick.

“Oh my god” you whine, pushing back against him even as he empties into you.

It starts to leak almost right away—thick, sticky cum forced out around the base of his cock with every small grind of his hips, dripping down your folds and onto the sheets in messy strings.

Katsuki doesn’t pull out. He stays buried, breathing hard against the back of your neck, still twitching inside you as the last few weaker spurts empty into you. When he finally does ease back, it’s slow. His cock slips free with a wet sound, and a thick trickle of cum follows immediately, sliding down the cleft of your ass and pooling on the sheets between your knees.

He stares at the mess for a second—your hole fluttering, gaping slightly, cum and your own release leaking out of you in slow, heavy drips—then swipes two fingers through it and pushes some of it back inside like he can’t stand the thought of it going to waste.

“Next time,” he mutters, “we’re skipping the fucking condom from the start.”

dividers - @/starrliqhtt

art creds - kkeyung I think (if not please let me know!)

an - since you guys enjoyed the last one so much ᥫ᭡.

[gamblersdoll]

ughh thinking about katsuki 😵‍💫 he has reader on her belly with a pillow underneath her hips as he prone bones. his palm is pressing firm against the back of her head and he needs to come. its been too long and he acts bratty until your cunt is wrapped around him and hes a little delirious 😵‍💫

[deepsummitfate]

like i’m so big into dirty talk it’s just like mmnffgg katsuki and izuku as dirty talkers YES!! buyuuttt..

izu being the type of teasing dirty talker where you’ll be fucking yourself back on his cock, your tummy so so tight with the need to cum and he leans down and whispers. “no hun, you can’t cum.. you need to show me what a good good girl you are for me. let me fuck you a little bit longer like how you’ve been begging for it, so desperate..”

oh and then we have katsuki but i think we alll know… his pace is rough and hard, you’re sobbing out on the sheets below while he’s grunting out. “you like that? fuckin’ slut just creaming allllll over my dick, yea? fuckin’— like it when i’m pounding deep into this messy pussy? yeeaah you do, fuck.”

i need both of them in me… NOW. also good morning 🤞🥹

[crybaby-cinna]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“katsuki.” you breathe out.

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

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

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

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

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

“please.” you sniffle.

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

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

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

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

“okay.” you crack your eyes open.

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

“i love you.” he whispers.

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