an: dad bod! katsuki bakugou plsplslspslpls I saw police officer dad bod bakugou fanart and like I was going crazy soooo
ever since katsuki became a family man once you had your two kids, he started to become a little bit... softer around the edges. you'd notice he'd stop going to the gym all the time, he wouldn't care about having a super strict diet anymore for the kids, he'd spend more and more time working in his office instead of patrolling and sitting down with the kids to have movie marathons.
safe to say he finally started to relax and his body was happy about it.
sometimes you'd walk into the bedroom with him looking down at his now tight fitted shirt going. "I swear this fuckin' thing fit like two months ago!" his little pudge would be sticking out at the bottom and his shirt would be risen up a bit, showing his happy trail. safe to say you got a lot more shirts recently.
there'd also be some nights he'd stand in front of you, shirtless, and ask if you still found him attractive. you'd walk over to where he's standing in front of your full length mirror and you'd wrap your hands around his thick waist. you'd kiss his shoulder blade and press open palms on his tummy, he'd click his tongue at the cool feeling of your hands and you'd chuckle. you'd mumble about how sexy you think the dad look is on him, and how hot it is to see him finally relax for once.
slowly, your hands drift down towards his boxers – a prominent tent perched up in the material – and you run your hands over his chubbier cock. he'd let out a groan, rolling his shoulders and his head back softly while you continued to palm him. once you finally think you worked him up enough – as the wet spot on his boxers grew, you took his cock out of his boxers; letting it hang there by it's own weight.
you'd wrap your hand around it to begin slowly jerking him off while saying such sweet praise to him. his tummy would flex when you'd tease his tip, his chest would rise and fall quicker with each stroke, his chubby thighs begin to shake when he's close.
you'd run a hand over his stomach while muttering how he's the sexiest he's ever been and he cums on the spot, all over the mirror. spurt after spurt of gooey, thick cum while he's groaning out your name roughly. you keep jerking him off until he's bucking his hips into your hands and moaning at you to stop. you kiss his shoulder blade one more time and he turns to look at you, hungrily.
"we could've used that fuckin' cum to make you a mommy again."
𑣲 reconnecting after years apart with the man who picked on you as a kid just to hide how much he wanted you. ⋆｡° — FLUFF! ♡♡
it's the shift in the air that gives him away first.
years have passed since middle school, since the sharp edges of his voice used to make your stomach twist in a completely different way.
back then, katsuki was nothing but a loud storm you tried to avoid. but standing outside the convenience store under the dim amber streetlights late at night, holding a couple of heavy bags while you wait for a taxi, the man who steps into view isn't the boy who used to push you around.
he's taller, broader—his posture carried a soft, grounded weight rather than that explosive tension he used to wear like armor.
you've watched him over the years from a distance—everyone had. beyond his explosive public image, you saw his subtle change into a responsible man. seeing how much he grew and matured into a top pro hero had made your heart ache with a deep admiration.
even back then, beneath all the bad history, he held an irresistible pull over you. there was always an unspoken attraction between you and him—one you could never lie your way out of.
when his crimson eyes caught yours, they slightly widened in shock as he froze. "y/n?"
his tone was deeper now, but softer than you remembered. you also froze in place, feeling your heart race as you squeezed the heavy bag handles.
"katsuki?" you whisperered, the name slipping past your lips before you could stop it.
he steps closer, the distance between you shrinking as his tall frame casts a shadow over you.
"it's really you." he muttered as his eyes scan your face, searching for any trace of the past. "damn.. it's been so long without a word, thought you moved away for good.."
"yeah." you muttered, taking a step back before your eyes locked onto his. "i came back a while ago.. just kept to myself. i didn't expect to run into you here."
"neither did i." he admits, his tone surprisingly soft. he rubs the back of his neck—a rare gesture of hesitation that makes your chest warm. "what are you doing out here this late?"
"just grabbed some groceries." you answer, glancing down the quiet street. "i'm waiting on a taxi to take me home, but it's taking forever."
"forget the cab." he says, stepping in and smoothly reaching down to take the heavy bags right out of your hands. "my car's parked right around the corner. i'll drive you home."
you hesitate for a second, looking into those crimson eyes that used to terrify you, but all you see now is gentleness. "katsuki, you don't have to—"
"i want to." he interrupted, shifting the bags to one hand and gestures for you to follow. "come on. let me take care of it."
"okay." you say quietly. "sure. thank you."
the drive to your house is quiet, but it isn't uncomfortable. he wasn't just a famous hero on a screen anymore; he was a man who had fought through his own darkness and grew into someone extraordinary.
he asked about your life with a genuine interest, leaning in closer at red lights to hear every word and making your skin flush—you realize your feelings haven't faded at all. if anything, you were more drawn to him now than you had ever been.
once he pulled up to your house and killed the engine, the inside of his car felt heavy with unspoken tension. a soft golden light filtered through the glass, casting soft shadows across the dashboard.
you turn in your seat, reaching for the door handle. "thanks for the ride, katsuki. really. and for the bags."
he doesn't unlock the doors. instead, he unbuckles his seatbelt and rests his forearms on the steering wheel, his soft gaze pinning you in place.
"katsuki?" you murmured his name softly.
"you think i forgot?" he whispers, his voice thick and low. "you think all those years ago in middle school i picked on you because i hated you?"
your hand freezes on the door handle. "i.. i didn't know what else to think. you were terrible to me back then."
"i know."
"i was an idiot back then." he grumbled, turning in his seat to face you head-on. "didn't know what to do with how much i wanted you, so i acted like a fool." he reached over, cupping the side of your neck in his warm palm, his thumb tracing your jaw with surprising gentle care.
"drove me out of my fuckin' mind every time you looked at me like you were scared. and then when years went by without a trace of you.. i thought i'd lost my chance forever. thought you went across the world to get away."
your fingers curled onto your seatbelt to steady yourself, but as you leaned into his touch, the last of your defenses melted completely. "i never wanted to get away from you, katsuki." you murmur softly, looking into his eyes. "even back then.. even when things were awful, i couldn't help how much i liked you."
his eyes widen slightly, a raw spark catching in his gaze before his eyes darkened as they glanced down to your lips, his body leaning instinctively closer to yours. "what about now?" he rasped, his breath brushing softly across your lips.
"now... i never stopped wanting you." you whispered.
before you can say another word, his mouth is on yours. the kiss is deep and passionate—pouring out those years of built-up distance and a yearning he never knew how to show back then.
you let out a soft sigh against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer—surrendering to years of buried desire.
he deepened the kiss, hands tangling in your hair to hold you steady while pulling your body flush against his chest.
when he finally pulls back just an inch, his breathing is heavy and his eyes are searching yours with an intense devotion.
"shit.." he sighed softly as a smile broke across his face, met instantly by the helpless one on your own. "i fuckin' missed you."
Can you pleaseee do STA where Katsuki had a horrible day and I mean like he’s coming home stomping and has rough sex with y/n and is telling her after how he needed her baddd
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (daddy kink; fingering; oral - m receiving; rough sex; cowgirl; doggystyle; hair pulling; mouth fucking); marriage
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.4K
A/N: love when you send requests. typing this high on nyquil, cough drops, and two tissues up my nose so apologies for any typos i missed. also ive been thinking of adding a daddy kink in one of these so i chose this one lol
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You were lying on the couch watching TV, and the minute you heard the lock turn in the door, you got excited, jumping to your feet to greet your husband at the door.
Bakugou always looked exhausted after coming home from patrol but that day he looked more beaten down than usual.
“Welcome home,” you said with a smile, leaning up on your tiptoes and kissing him.
You moved to pull away but he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he continued to kiss you. You heard his work bag drop to the floor with a soft thud and he slammed the door closed behind him. He moved his arms down, picking you up with ease with only one arm and hooked your legs around his waist.
You pulled away from his lips, looking down at his face. “Kats?”
Bakugou didn’t respond, his hands gripping your ass and grinding you down on his cock, hard and straining against his pants. “Fuck you’re already wet,” Bakugou groaned under his breath. “Good.”
He took a few steps forward and dropped you down onto the couch. You watched him carefully and understood what was going on.
There were times when Bakugou would be upset or stressed out about something. Sometimes he would keep to himself, other times he’d just want your company to distract him from his rotten mood, and then there were times when all he needed was to fuck you like his life depended on it.
Bakugou sat down on the couch, grabbing you and pulling you onto his lap. He had you so your back was pressed against his chest and he grabbed your face, slamming his lips back onto yours and swallowing your panting breaths.
You gasped into his mouth when he slid his hand into your panties, not wasting a second as he slipped two fingers inside of you, undulating and rocking his fingers at a speed that made you clench your thighs around his hand.
You reached your hand out, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. He came home with a mission, an agenda on his mind; and he wasn’t going to stop until he achieved it.
“Katsuki,” you uttered breathlessly, your arousal collecting and squelching between his fingers. You ground your hips and writhed beneath his touch, only making his rock hard cock even harder.
“You gonna come?” Bakugou asked, his voice low. His eyes were glued to your expression, not taking his eyes away from you for a second. You shakily nodded. “Beg for it,” he ordered.
During any other circumstance, you’d tease him, wanting to prolong any foreplay as long as you could just to see how far you could push him. But you knew better than to do that at that moment.
“Please, Kats–” You whimpered. “Please let me come–”
“Fuck,” Bakugou muttered, kissing you roughly again as he picked up the pace of his fingers until you were shaking and coming around his hand.
He didn’t give you any time to recover as he pulled his fingers out of you, pushing you off his lap to bend you over. But you stopped him and he looked down at you curiously.
“I wanna suck your cock,” you said, catching your breath.
Bakugou smirked. “Yeah?”
You nodded in confirmation, moving yourself to the floor on your knees in front of him. Bakugou leaned back, slipping his sweats and boxers down so his dick popped right out. He opened his legs to make space for you.
“Stick your tongue out,” he demanded.
You listened, your hands on his thighs as you slowly stuck your tongue out, looking up at him. Bakugou grabbed the back of your neck, holding the base of his cock in his other hand as he tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue, smearing beads of precome on your tongue.
Then he slowly started inserting just the tip inside your mouth, moaning and teasing himself. He cursed under his breath, unable to hold it together as he slowly slid as much of his cock into your mouth.
Before you could start bobbing your head around his length, Bakugou took matters into his own hands and started fucking your mouth, holding your head steady as he rocked his hips into your mouth. His cockhead hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, tears already pricking your eyes.
But Bakugou didn’t care; he fucked your mouth as ruthlessly as he fucked your pussy, groaning at how warm your lips were around him and the way you gagged from his length. It only made him go harder.
Right when you thought he was going to come down your throat, he suddenly ceased his movements. He plunged himself, causing you to choke on his dick and he smirked, watching as you struggled. Then he pulled out, causing you to cough and he watched with content as he leaned back on the couch.
You wiped your mouth, looking back at him wearily. He gestured to his cock. “Get on top of me.”
You shakily got up from the floor, swinging one leg over his lap until you were straddling him. He had his hands at his sides, his crimson eyes assessing you carefully as you held his warm, throbbing cock in your hands, lining him up with your entrance.
You let out a whimper as you sank down on him, feeling him so deep inside you. Bakugou brought a hand up and smacked your ass hard. “Move,” he ordered, clenching his teeth.
You swallowed nervously and started bouncing up and down on his cock. Bakugou groaned, throwing his head back but he didn’t take his eyes off of you, his gaze glued to your tits that bounced with every single movement.
He harshly grabbed one of your breasts, making you gasp as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. You let out a cry when he smacked your ass again, your flesh stinging. “Faster,” he grunted, grinding his teeth.
You bit the inside of your cheek, holding his shoulders as you attempted to move faster. But his thick cock was stretching you out so well, hitting your sweet spot every time you bounced that it was making your thighs burn and ache. And Bakugou saw that.
“You gettin’ tired?” He questioned. You shook your head despite knowing you were getting tired. He tutted. “Looks like you are.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” you murmured softly, watching his reaction carefully.
Bakugou’s eyes widened. “Say it again.”
You bit your lip. Your intuition was correct. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please.”
It was like something animalistic erupted from inside Bakugou as he gripped your hips in his hands and practically threw you onto the couch. He flipped you over, propping you up so your ass was in the air.
The wind was knocked out of you as he slammed his cock right back inside you, grabbing your hands and pinning them behind your back. You started to scream at how intensely he was fucking you, your voice muffled into the cushions.
But Bakugou wanted to hear every sound you made. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back and causing your neck to ache as you arched your back into him. He had you arched so far back you could see his face, tears in your eyes as you saw the intensity of his glare.
“Say it again,” Bakugou grunted. “Wanna hear you call me Daddy when I come in this pussy.”
“Please, come in me, Daddy–” You cried, your lips quivering as your second orgasm grew closer and closer. “Feels so good–”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Bakugou groaned, pistoning his hips into you and bottoming you out. Tears streaked your cheeks as you came again, your walls clenching down around his cock.
Bakugou cursed, fucking you so hard his balls slapped against your ass loudly before burying himself deep inside you, groaning as he came into you.
Your body shook, milking every drop out of him until you collapsed forward onto the couch as Bakugou pulled out of you and fell backwards. Your combined breaths filled the room as you both recovered, your body throbbing with every breath.
Bakugou sat up. “You okay?” He asked gently, pulling you up and causing you to whimper.
You nodded your head, wiping your cheeks with your hands. “Bad day?” You asked.
“What gave it away?” Bakugou asked, his lips curling up into a smile and causing you to laugh.
You leaned into him and he opened his arms, welcoming you into his embrace. “A lotta stupid shit happened at work. Pissed me off. Bad.”
“Mm,” you hummed, leaning your head against his chest. “Feel better?”
oh, yknow… just imagining needy and inexperienced katsuki bakugo and his pretty little girlfriend who has experience …
an // : i wrote this at 2am & it’s unedited… gulp!
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𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。katsuki lays sprawled out below you—back flat against the mattress as your hands press up against his bare chest. your knees resting softly against the sheets on each sides of his hips as you straddle him.
your hips move in slow rhythmic motions… teasing, taunting, oh so slow—as his hands quiver on your bare hips and he keens a low whine, “fuck… please baby, gimme more…”
he’s pushing his hips up off the mattress, chasing them upwards to create more friction through the horrid horrid layers of the fabric of his boxers that are stopping him from getting any ‘real’ action.
your dripping and bare cunt is grinding over the length of him—the slick from your folds dampening the fabric as you drag your sensitive clit over the head of his cock through his boxers…
oh god how he wants to just finally stuff your pretty little cunt full of his—
your fingers trace slowly down the curves of his toned chest, as you click your tongue softly from through your parted lips, and shake your head softly, as you coo down at him with a teasing grin, “mmm patience ‘suki.”
you grind your hips down real slow a few more times, dragging your slick & dripping cunt over his clothed length—before you life your hips up just slightly and hook your fingers into the elastic of his boxers—and yank them down his thighs in one swift motion.
his cock bounces against his abdomen as it’s freed from the confines of his boxers—the tip angry and red as beads of pre bubble at the top, before you reach out your thumb and swipe away the bead with a warm laugh, “oh—your so needy baby just look at you.”
you told your head slightly as you watch him, your thumb dragging over his sensitive tip a few more times before you shift… adjusting your weight so that your hovering just barely over him—his tip pressing flush against your entrance…
“you did so well… i guess i should take care of you, hmmm?” you taunt breathlessly—before your hips sink in one quick movement…
taking him all the way to the base as a loud groan that borders on a whine bubbles over from his lips & and his hands shake wildly on your hips, tiny praises and garbled muttered versions of your name rolling off his tongue.
dear god—who would have thought that popping your pro hero boyfriends cherry would have been this satisfying…
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“You don’t have to, like… sit on me or anything.”
Bakugo said it while you were already halfway into his lap.
You froze—halfway between kneeling on his bed and planting your ass right on his thighs.
“…Should I not?” you asked, suddenly unsure.
He looked like he regretted speaking. “No—shit, no. I just—fuck, you can.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Yes. Just—do it quick before I die or something.”
That made you laugh. You climbed the rest of the way onto his lap, settling carefully on his thighs with your hands braced on his shoulders. His arms stiffened at his sides. His entire body felt like a coiled spring—solid muscle, warm under his shirt, and completely overwhelmed.
“You okay?” you whispered, tilting your head.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled, eyes darting from your face to your mouth to the corner of the room and back again. “Totally fine. He was not fine. He was flustered as hell. The blush across his face was criminal.
You leaned in and kissed him. Just once. Soft and quick. And then again. And again, And suddenly, it wasn’t soft anymore.
He kissed you like his body caught up before his brain could—hands finally landing on your waist, gripping, like he didn’t trust himself to let go. His lips moved like he’d been thinking about this since your first date and trying not to. A little too rough, a little messy.
You gasped when his tongue brushed yours—and he immediately froze.
“I—shit,” he breathed, pulling back an inch. “Sorry. Was that—too much?”
You blinked. “No. No, it was good. You’re good.” He looked like he was short-circuiting. “Oh.”
You giggled. “You’re really bad at this, huh?”
“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to scowl, but he still had his hands on your hips like they were glued there and his ears were turning red. “I don’t do this shit.”
“You don’t kiss girls?” you teased.
“Not ones I like.” Your brain short-circuited. Before you could say anything, he muttered,
“Forget I said that—shit—fuck—”
You kissed him again to shut him up. This time he kissed you back with a little more confidence—not much, but enough to make you melt into him. His hands gripped your waist tighter, tugging you closer, and when your body pressed into his and your skirt slid a little too high, he made a sound in his throat that was pure, panicked arousal.
“Katsuki.”
“…Yeah?”
“You’re, like, really hard right now.”
“Don’t say that out loud—!”
You buried your face in his neck, laughing, and he groaned like he wanted to sink into the floor. But his arms wrapped around you anyway.
And his voice—muffled, mumbled against your shoulder,
“Can we just… do that again? The kissing part?“
“Yeah. We can.”
You kissed him again, deeper this time. And something in him broke.
His hands moved like they were figuring it out in real time—gripping your hips, then sliding up your sides, then back down again, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more: to hold you still or pull you closer.
Your fingers twisted in the front of his shirt as you tilted your head, kissing him harder now, mouths warm and open and clumsy. When your teeth bumped, you both flinched and laughed—but then he kissed you again before the moment could even end.
His breath was hot, ragged against your lips. “Fuck, you taste good—” You moaned softly, and he shuddered.
“Don’t make that sound,” he muttered, trying to pull back. “Seriously. I’ll combust.”
“Then don’t kiss me like that.”
“You kissed me like that—”
You rolled your hips just slightly, and he whimpered—an actual, involuntary noise punched out of his chest. His head fell back against the wall.
katsuki swears the universe gave him the meanest, brattiest damn girl alive.
always angry. always quick to bite back. always faster than him with a sharper insult that even he wouldn’t dare cross.
you’re rough around the edges, sharp-tongued and demanding — barking orders at him like he’s some underling. do this, fix that, not like that, idiot. and if it’s not perfect, you're pouting, arms crossed, throwing the dirtiest, most lethal glares at him that leave him seeing red — not with anger, but with something worse.
because fuck, he's so pussywhipped he can't even think straight when you get like that. that scowl, the cruel curl of your lips when you talk down to him... it’s a migraine and a goddamn turn-on all rolled into one.
but this — this right here —
when he’s got you spread out bare for him, your thick thighs trembling under the squeeze of his palm, ankles hiked up to your ears, caged in a brutal mating press —
this is when katsuki wins.
when your sopping cunt clutches at him, sweet and wet and so needy, when all that sharpness bleeds out of you and leaves something soft, pliant, and his.
the change is fucking addictive.
that bratty mouth, the one that usually cuts him down in two seconds flat, now only spills high, broken whimpers, breathless gasps, words slurring together into sweet, incoherent babbling.
“ngh, k-katsuki—! f-fuck—!”
voice wrecked, desperate, so pretty when you try to snap at him and only end up whining.
“yeah? thought you had somethin’ to say, princess,” he growls, slamming his hips forward, skin smacking against skin, forcing another pathetic little moan out of you.
your fingernails dig into his shoulders, your glare watery and useless now, any fight you thought you had long pounded out of you.
he knows he's in charge.
knows your voice holds no bark, no bite, nothing but soft broken pleas when he's fucking you this deep into the mattress.
the only time you're really his — the only time you’re sweet —
and katsuki plans to drag it out for as long as he fucking can.
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his dumbass isn't even shy about it, he actually loves it. he also loves the way it turns you on, he loves watching your mouth water at the sight of his chubby cock spewing and spewing drop after drop of pre.
he'll even tease you. he'll place his fat tip right on your slit then he'll hump your pussy; coating it with all his sticky pre until you're a mess and your eyes are watering from all the teasing. "look at ya. so fuckin' perfect covered in my fucking pre. aren't you a dirty fuckin' girl. so fuckin' messy, I may have to fill ya." he'd say before plunging his cock in your tight pussy, then he'd cum buckets and buckets and stare at the mess that's leaking out of you when he pulls out.
he'd love to paint you too. your face, tits, ass, literally anywhere!! if you're sucking/jerking him off, the moment he's about to cum he'll make to move his dick so it's aimed to paint you somewhere in his thick ropes and ropes of gooey cum. he'd groan at the aftermath and swipe some up on his fingers and order you to clean them up.
he loves to fill you up. it makes him so horny to watch his cum leak out of you (like how I also mentioned above), especially because of how much he does cum. he'll keep filling up until you're whining about how full you are and how tight your tummy feels while he's plowing another load into you. he's able to go at least four rounds before he starts to cum less and less, but even after so he'll continue to fill him up and call you his little cum slut.
absolutely will plug you with a fucking plug. he needs to keep his cum in you. the thought of you walking around the house doing simple chores or tasks with his cum filling your pussy; has him ready to fill you with another load again. sometimes he won't even let you wear panties or bottoms so if you bend over to do anything he'll be able to see the plug that's keeping his warm cum right in your pretty pussy where it belongs <3
an: oh and and and another thing! (someone requested this, so here is to you anon!!)
╰ breakfast, lunch, and dinner, these pro heroes are STARVING!
pairing(s): katsuki bakugo x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separate!)
18+ MDNI. CUNNILINGUS, fem! reader, lots of pet names, fingering, spit, face sitting, pussy pronouns, talking you through it, butt play and butt plugs (izuku), pussy spanking, (izuku), making you BEG for it, manipulation, crying, stretching you out, dirty talk, down bad shoto, denki cumming in his pants, wedgies?, panty ripping, teasing, overstimulation .ᐟ
Katsuki Bakugo swore he could handle the weight of you sitting on his face, and when you reluctantly agreed, knees wobbling as you gripped the mahogany grain of your shared headboard to hover on top of his panting chest, you never would’ve expected him to adore the feeling of you suffocating his carved jawline.
He had the best seat in the whole fuckin’ house, plump pussy lips spread open inches above his mouth with a ‘pop’, the mess of your heightened arousal deliciously decorating the flesh ‘n swirling prettily around your smooth thighs.
“So fuckin’ pretty baby.” His huge hands find purchase in the sides of your hips, fingertips gripping the thick flesh to spread you open even further, the most personal parts of your body gaped wide open for his greedy viewing.
“Look at ya,” Katsuki breathes in, inhaling the sugary scent of your sex, the smell instantly watering his tastebuds, “can’t believe this s’all mine.”
“Just feel like I might hurt yo—oh fuck!” Two large palms quickly move to grip the flesh of your withering hips dropping, cunt planting firmly down to his opened maw.
A ravenous growl rumbles through him, the saccharine droplets of slick quickly swiping across his nose bridge, coating his cheeks in your aroma. His long pink tongue flicks out to slot between your lips, kitten licking a trail of salvia up your slit.
“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet baby,” he’s moaning, the sounds muffled by the weight of your entrance fully smothering him, yet he’s loud enough for you to hear him, voice low and vibrating your clit, “stop movin’ ‘n lemme take care of my girls.”
Licking and slurping, the noises fill the bedroom, silky wetness so egregious it rivals the sobs slipping from your shocked face. “Katsuki!” It’s astonishing how easily he holds you still, even as your legs completely give out beneath you. Bulging biceps hardening against your thighs and lifting you up, up, up! to the ceiling, gripping you perfectly in place to lick your walls clean of sap.
“Thinkin’ you’d hurt me? That I can’t handle you?” He’s questioning, tongue sliding down to your tight hole, digging the flicking the fat muscle up into it, “would let you kill me as long as you were the one askin’, baby.”
The gravity only works you closer, body caging in your hips to rock against his mouth, skilled tongue diggin’ in and out of your clenched hole, the button of his nose smushing into your clit. “Oh Kats, s-shit! I—too much! C-Can feel you everywhere!”
Holding onto the headboard for dear life, the wood grain begins to squeak at the hinges, soft nipples hardening when you press yourself tightly against it, the cold texture sending shivers down your spine.
“Can’t help it,” Katsuki's tongue travels back up towards your clit, placing a sloppy kiss to the warm bud, “tastes so damn good, baby.”
You throw your head down to the top of the headboard, drool collecting at the sides of your mouth. Squishy cheeks pressing deeply into grain in an attempt to stifle your moans, eyes slamming shut to savor the feeling of him absolutely ravishing your sex.
He looks up, passionate crimson eyes squinting and blond brows furrowing when he can’t find your face looking down at him. “Oi!” His strong arms prod at your thick hips, swiftly pulling you further down to his chin, your body tumbling backwards.
“H-Huh?” You should have never underestimated his strength, large hands easily spaying around your ass to throw you around like a ragdoll, fingers white knuckling at the soft flesh he grips snug to his mouth. “W-Wha—”
“—Quit hidin’,” he mumbles, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, placing a graphic porno-sounding kiss to the skin, the slick residue from his swollen mouth painting your skin, “needa hear you screamin’ so I know I’m doin’ a damn good job.”
Biting your lip, you rapidly nod down at him, jaw falling open as he begins to rock you on his lips, pink tongue flattening on your slit and applying even pressure.
“K-Kats—mmfuck! Gettin’ close.” Your voice comes out high pitched, a sinful moan roaring from the back of your aching throat, fingertips hooking into the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead to rock against him, mouth perfectly rolling the gooey flesh of your clit.
“Take what ya want from me, know you deserve it,” he’s grumbling beneath you, hand reaching up to spay on your tummy, digits traveling up your navel and towards your breasts, fingers rolling around your nipple. “Know you’re close baby, give it to me, yeah?”
Katsuki knows the exact moment you finally break, head thrown back with a sob, your slick coats his face, hips rapidly rolling fast around the slope of his nose to ride out your high, cunt drenching his face full of your glistening essence.
“Tsuki—Stop!” The high hits you much harder than usual, the strong pink muscle pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of your sore clit, causing you to jump off his face with a yelp, “too much!”
“Where you goin’,” he scoffs beneath you, palms massaging the soft flesh of your ass to anchor you back down, his tongue finding your used hole, “‘m not done yet, come ‘ere.”
It all started with that damned house dress, the one you slipped on just as you tumbled out of bed, body completely bare beneath the silk.
Seeing you standing in the kitchen swirling sticky honey into a steaming mug, every last sense of rationale Shoto Todoroki had left inside of him quickly evaporates, leaving the man at a standstill in the doorway. It’s as if he was still stuck in a dream, a dizzy bout of sleep walking he doesn’t dare pinch himself awake from.
Shoto’s legs move on their own accord, bare feet stepping off the tatami towards you. The hardwood flooring speaks before he can, the paneling creaking beneath his heavy frame.
“Shoto?” You’re asking, popping your head over your shoulder, and when you see him standing in the doorway, you're smiling—eyes wide as saucers.
You twirl around to greet him, skirt easing off your hips as the fabric swishes in the air, “was getting started on some tea, I know you like to make it but I thought I’d surprise you.”
Shoto can’t speak.
Not when you’re looking at him like that.
Shoto desperately wants to fill the empty void due to his lack of response, yet every word falls flat on his lips, heterochromia irises far too focused on your presence to think of anything else.
It wasn’t like you were wearing anything special. The airy, cloud-white garment hung loosely on your frame, chantilly lace wrapping around the swell of your breasts matching the hem at your hips, the length cutting off just above the small divot between your thighs.
You looked angelic, and when the sunlight cut through the opened window, warm hues dancing over your features like a painting, Shoto found himself tumbling down to his knees.
“Sho? Are you okay?” Gasping, your hands grip his forearms, the stocky man easily wrapping himself around your front, red and white hair spaying over your abdomen.
He can only find it in himself to shake his head ‘no’, hands fisting the fabric on your thighs, lips pouting into the silkened garment. “I love you.”
You laugh, fingertips grazing the hair out of his eyes, his chin digging into the soft spot just below your navel, feeling his warmth surround your skin. “I love you enough that I want you to get off the floor,” teasing him, you reaching behind you to turn off the stove, giving him your full attention. “You’re looking at me like you’re going to eat me alive or something.”
Oh? But I am.
The words linger, never daring to leave his mouth.
It’s unfair, he thinks. Everything about you is so perfect. You always know exactly what to say whenever there’s an uncomfortable beat of silence, how you’re so kind to everyone you meet—including himself, showing your appreciation in the small moments that many others would ignore.
Shoto can feel his heart swell in his chest, blood pooling to his ears, the tips surely shining the brightest shade of merlot.
“Love when you wear this,” he mutters, head bowing to place a chaste kiss to each thigh, soft lips mumbling into the flesh, “you are beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it, Sho.”
I’d like to rip it off.
He’d buy you ten more if he could; if you’d let him that is, all to tear the flimsy fabric to shreds, a shameless cycle of his devotion to you.
Shoto doesn’t realize his hands have fallen onto your legs, palms gliding smooth over the skin, hands massaging your hips. He kneads the skin just to feel the way it pebbles beneath his grip, the slightest hint of your blood thumping through your veins instantly grounding him in you.
“Sho,” it’s your turn to grip at the fabric, body flushing with the tiniest bit of warmth that pools in your belly at his groping, the hem treading just above your bare mound, “d-don’t know what’s happening but—”
“—You.” He’s growling, voice slicked in the same way the honey sticks to the forgotten ceramic mug, face diving between your legs.
Shoto doesn’t ask as he’s spreading you open, tongue indulging in the way your silky slit coats his tastebuds, the heady flavor causing him to moan, voice shaking. “You happened.”
Taken aback, the sheer force of his greedy muscle licking you clean makes your hands shamelessly bundle the fabric frantically off your hips to gaze down at the starving man, his eyes closed to focus on funneling his tongue deep inside of you.
“Shoto! Oh my god! W-What are you—”
“—Showing you how much I love you.”
Your cunt was his altar, the delightful sap-like nectar seeping out from your drenched folds his savior, lapping the honey slick as if it’s his last meal on earth, one to praise and devour all at the same time.
“Love you,” he’s moaning, reddened tongue making out with your sex as if it was another pair of your lips he was kissing instead, mouth moving in tangent with his words, “love you so much.”
“Sho! Love you too, l-love your mouth.”
“Keep talking,” he smiles, head bowing up and down with each fat lick to your cunt, his tongue prodding the fleshy bits of your sensitive nub, pleasure blossoming in your upper thighs, “tell me how you’re feeling, honey.”
“Wha—I can’t!”
Not when he’s devouring you with a fever you can’t seem to recognize. Tongue soft and sweet; licking every little crevice between your legs, mouth taking every last rational thought from your mind out of your body with a suckle to your clit.
“Please,” he’s begging, widened pupils gazing up at your fucked out face, “tell me what you love about it, talk me through it.”
In fear of him halting his moments, you’re talking faster than you can think, words shakily fumbling out of your withering chest. “Your mouth,” you moan, thighs shaking at the force of him kitten licking your clit, “a-always take your time—shit! So warm ‘n soft.”
“Keep going, love.”
His hands move you easily, arching your hips to allow his long tongue to plug its way into your aching hole, the action causing you to squeak. “Oh your hands Shoto! Love your hands s-so much.”
“Want me to use them?” He asks gently, dominant hand leaving your hips to prod at your entrance, anxiously awaiting your approval.
How could you possibly tell him no?
“Please.”
His finger dips between your lips, the digit easily swallowing up past your entrance from how wet it is, knuckles pressing into you with a ‘squelch’. He pistons it in and out of your hole, tongue latching on your clit to create a seal, loud slurping sounds echoing from damp skin.
It would be dirty if it was anyone else other than Shoto.
“Shoto! D-Don’t stop—please, please don’t stopppp.” Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes as he adds another finger to the equation, fingerprints curling up into your g-spot to brush the point of no return, your sobs turning into wails of pleasure.
“Close? I can feel you squeezing.”
“Yes, yes!” You were stricken by some life altering hysteria, mind utterly preoccupied by the way Shoto worked your cunt wide open, “want—gonna cum in your mouth.”
“Go ahead, I’ll take care of you,” he’s whispering, mouth muffled by the sound of your pussy, nose deep into the puffy flesh of your mound.
Clammy fingertips grasp at his hair, gripping a handful of hair to roll your hips against him. You’re not sure what you're going for, yet nonetheless you chase it, curses falling from your slacked mouth. “Shit, shit, cumming!”
The sensation hits you all at once, Shoto’s hands, his mouth. He will always take care of you, always worship you, even in the kitchen on his hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.
Flurries of sputtering stars burst behind your eyes, Shoto’s hand holding you in place as you ride it out, hips shaking, spine aching.
When he finally pulls away, licking your slick off his lips he’s smiling, hands finding yours.
His fingers are wet. Your tea still isn’t made.
Izuku Midoriya's been waiting for this all day long, discovering you tucked snugly in bed awaiting for him to finally come home, your frame slowly snoozing between the sheets.
His tartan suit was half way off, beige dress coat hanging over the peg of the bed frame, white sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, work badge still hanging from his stocky chest.
He’d woken you up in a daze, scarred hands spreading your legs wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the lowlight of the yellow lamp, your nightie barley clinging to your skin.
“Was waiting up for you, didn’t think you’d be so late,” you’re mumbling, voice shy.
He gleams. Of course you waited for him, cunt leaking and begging to be touched, holes ready for him to toy with.
“I’m sorry baby, a-and thank you for being so patient,” he’s murmuring into your neck, taking a deep breath and smiling when he smells traces of his body wash on your skin, “want to make it up to you, will you let me?”
An hour later he had you fully awake and stretched out for him, knees kissing either side of the mattress with his favorite green hued plug popped inside your tight ass, the customized authentic jade gemstone poking out between your cheeks.
“How are you feeling?” Izuku asks, face inches away from your cunt, watching the soft rise and fall of your belly, pussy dripping slick down to the white sheets.
“G-Good,” you’re stuttering, tight ring clenching the metal protrusion inside of you, words glued to your tongue so nicely; gooey mind worried you’ll say the wrong thing starting to scare you, “feels really good ‘zuku.”
“Good.” He parrots, running two fingers that rest on your knee up towards the inside of your thigh, the soft skin feeling like butter on his calloused fingerprints. “I think you’re ready for something else though, aren’t you?”
“Y-Your mouth? Please?” Your woozy eyes look down at him, body shivering as goosebumps erupt everywhere he’s touching you, a hopeful dopey smile spreading on your shiny cheeks.
“You’re silly,” he’s almost chuckling, chest swooning at how devoted you are to him, mind and body completely vulnerable to his heavy presence.
His fingers dip into the crevice just beside your mound, trailing a ghost-like touch up and down to watch you writhe against the mattress, nipples hardening in the dim lighting.
Two fingers lightly touch your clit, the thick digits forcing your slit wideee open, the sloppy sounds of your lips widening to fit him forces your sensitive body to heat up in embarrassment, face smushing into the side of your pillow.
“A-And you’re mean,” mumbling, you suddenly jump at the contact, a firm slaaaappp! landing down on your clit. “Izuku!”
You feel your clit begin to throb, the rapid heartbeat in your chest traveling down to the aching bundle of nerves as he goes right back to massaging it, his eyes absorbing your wild reaction.
Clenching down, the plug presses itself even deeper inside you, the cold metal working its way around your ass, the width squeezing around your sensitive walls.
Izuku goes back to massaging your clit, the soft touch doing little to stimulate it, hips jerking up to reach his touch.
He pulls back, slotting the slick coated fingers into his lips, tongue licking them clean. “Mean? You think this is mean?”
Suddenly, two thick digits are plunging into your cunt, walls clenching down around the protrusions, hot womb easily sucking him in, fingertips hitching knuckles deep.
“Fuck!” You’re mewling, head thrashing.
You wanted him to be inside you think, mind woozy as your holes become equally filled, the pressure of the large plug shifting his chunky knuckles up towards your g-spot—still not fully touching it, yet letting you feel that he’s there.
“Still so tight,” he’s observing, watching the way your pussy expands to take his fingers, the tight lil’ hole squelching for attention around them. “Can feel you sucking me in… feels good, doesn’t it?”
You can’t respond as another finger joins your slit, the pointer finger long and prodding as it slips inside, the stretch forcing a cry out of your dry mouth.
Izuku talks you through it, tells you just how good you’re doing for him, coaxing your body to relax for him, now three fingers deep.
“Let me in, you’re almost there.”
“Doing so good for me, baby. Look so pretty stuffed full of me.”
“You trust me, right?”
You focus on his words, body contorting around his intrusion deep inside of you, fully relaxed to take whatever he gives you.
“Izuku?” The pain quickly blooms into pleasure, an uncomfortable sensation building deep inside your core causing you to beg. “Want your mouth so bad Izuku, e-everything feels too tight—too full!”
Izuku almost feels pity for you.
His pretty baby begging for release, pleading for a smidge of attention from him.
“Since you’ve been so good tonight, maybe I’ll give you what you want?” He’s coaxing you to say what he wants to hear, emerald green eyes laser focused on the soft prodding of your squishy mound, fingers swabbin’ around in your gushy insides like he’s trying to memorize the ridges of your canal.
“Please Izuku,” wishfully thinking, your words slur, spine arching off the bed to greet his freckled cheeks, warm breath tickling your slit.
He places a kiss on your clit just to watch you squeak, eyebrows raising down at you like a hawk watching his prey. “Please what? Use your words.”
“Please use your mouth,” you’re whining, yet he doesn’t move, your eyes widening, “Izuku, can you please u-use your mouth and…”
“Go on.”
He wants to hear you say it out loud. The very words that always cause you to shy away from him, the perverse nature of the descriptions of what you desperately crave from him heating your body up.
“Please eat me out.”
You must really want to cum tonight Izuku’s thinking, his thighs tensing at how sweetly you’re asking, wide eyes gleaming over with sex.
He doesn’t respond, and right when you believe he’s about to stand up from between your legs, an arm anchors around your lower belly, mouth diving in between your legs.
Izuku is messy with it. All tongue and meticulous direction, he teeters between light swiping and harsh sucking against your nub, fully coating himself in slick.
“Mppf! Zu! Oh god!”
He’s purposely holding you from bucking off the mattress, rather having you thrust around in his grasp to feel how his pleasure blooms throughout your body.
His large fingers reach spots inside of you yours could never, rapidly flicking up into your spongey g-spot, he easily stretches out the muscle to take what he wants.
“I’m close—”
“—already? Such a good girl.” He has a way with making you hold on to every word he says, Izuku’s heavy presence invading your space in every way possible.
The only thing you can picture is him, the way his fingers smooch your pussy, tongue licking your clit; even down to the plug, stuffing you completely, all because he asked so nicely.
“Izuku, Izuku, Izuku!” You’re the fullest you’ve ever been in your life, tummy bulging as he flicks his fingers up, the depth so strong you can almost taste it.
You throw your head back, eyes slamming shut to devote yourself in the feeling, your high coming head on, body unable to escape the way its throwing you off the edge.
“Don’t go shy on me now, look at me.” Izuku’s pulling you from that ledge, dripping eyes peering up at him in awe, irises daring to roll back into your skull as he eats you like an animal, fingers scooping your cunt.
“There she is, mmmm my pretty girl,” he hums in approval, the vibrations heading straight to your clit, thighs shaking. Izuku notices, forearm pressing roughly into your lower belly, “oh baby, you’re so close, do you want to cum?”
Izuku is attentive, calculating the best possible outcome using your cunt as his test subject as the feeling takes over you, thighs tensing, toes curling.
“Yes, yes, yes! Please Izuku!” Mumbling, you get lost in the moment once he’s pressing his lips roughly to your clit, the pleasure overbearing, jaw dropping, mouth going silent.
“Go ahead honey,” he’s mumbling, fingers fucking your g-spot, your body breaking beneath him, “because after this one, you’ll give me another, right?”
“Fuck!” You’re nodding, mind blacking out into perpetual bliss, completely unaware the night is just getting started.
“Babe… didn't realize you were this wet, would’ve left Sero's place like hours ago.” Denki Kaminari can’t help but gawk at the painfully beautiful sight unfolding before him.
He’d been teasing you all evening, sitting you prettily on top of his lap whilst everyone else was far too focused on the movie playing in front of them to realize he was rubbing your clit beneath the blanket spread on your legs.
Darling lil’ pussy lips soaking right through lace panties, the skirt you wore granting him easy access as he dipped two fingers between them, pressing the fabric snugly into your slippery clit.
It was blatantly obvious when you were about to finally cum. Body twitching on top of him, legs shaking and muscles flexing. Each attempt to hide your mewls by chewing loudly on pieces of popcorn or sipping your drink, Denki would quietly laugh in your ear, gold earring cold against your skin, as he’d quickly pull his hand away from the mess he’d made to rub at your thighs instead, wrinkled fingertips edging you to soaked oblivion.
When the movie was finally over and you were waddling around in a puddle of slick with legs like jelly, Denki rushed your goodbyes, swearing that he couldn’t get you home any faster.
Feverishly pulling you down onto the carpet of the living room, the anticipation of tasting you takes over him. Large hands flip your skirt above your belly, his golden locs situated snuggly between your legs to stare at the sloppy liquid pouring from your poor neglected pussy lips onto your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight.
“Stop teasin’ me,” you plead with him, the fabric so embarrassingly wet it nips at your heated slit, thighs uncontrollably sopping as Denki's tongue only makes it worse, a fat dribble of spit slopping against your covered cunt.
“I’m nottt—hey! If I knew it was this bad, I would've ate you out in the bathroom.” He’s laughing, voice sleazy, golden irises blown out and dark, pupils fully covering the amber hues.
His fingers pinch the fabric up, up, up! between your fat lips, watching them rapidly swallow up the material like they’re quenching for thirst, your fat cunt sticking out on the sides.
Gasping, you wiggle around in his grasp, hole pulsating and clit throbbing, your hips pressing up towards his nose, the slope catching on your covered clit. “You’re such a freak, a-and Sero’s a perv… he would’ve probably liked that shit.”
You can hear the same thick digits touching your lips begin to tug at the fabric, a dull ‘riiiiipppp’ screeching beneath you as he breaks the stingy fabric in two, leaving your bare glistening cunt shining in the darkness of the room.
“Not when I’m done with ya he won’t,” placing a slow lick from the bottom of your tight hole up to your sensitive clit, Denki groans at the taste, his own hips humping the floor, “it would suck having to buy him a new sink though.”
Your fingers find purchase in his hair, rolling the yellow tendrils between your hands in a tight grip, matching the hectic rolls of your hips to the lazy gyrations of his head.
“Fuck Denki!” You let out a relieved curse when he begins to suck on your clit, his wiggly tongue lapping every last drop of slick that falls from your hole, “I’m done replacing his furniture everytime we b-break it.”
“Want to-mfdph—I want to.” Denki's words are inaudible as he rapidly licks at your pussy, tongue getting completely lost in the feeling of your cunt rubbing his face raw, cheeks warm and covered in your essence.
You peer down at him, his eyes slammed shut as he shakes his head like a dog, mouth moving side to side. “What babe? C-Can't hear you over your sloppy mouth.”
“Shit,” he’s gasping, head coming up for air just long enough to take a sharp breath, his finger finding your neglected hole, “wanna fuck you in every room in his house, show everyone who you belong to.”
“Oh Denki, everyone already kno—oh, fuck!”
His finger instantly flicks up into your gummy g-spot, mouth latching on your clit to lap at the flesh as if he needs to taste you to survive, skilled tongue flicking up and down your sensitive bud.
“Denki!” The familiar hitch jumps deep inside your core, body heating up as your thighs clench around his head, voice cracking, “gonna make me c-cum!”
“Fuckkk-please, give it to me.” Moaning, his cock head manically weeps through the fabric of his pants, the taste of your gushing cunt pushing him closer to the edge, your voice causing his balls to tense up.
Denki’s hips roughly fuck into the floor with such veroccity it jerks him forward, your body fully rocking aginst his fingers, the knuckles traveling further past your walls.
“M-More! Fuck—Please!”
He groans in approval, slipping another finger into your stuffed hole. The burning stretch causes your waterline to prickle with the faintest globes of tears, fingers alternating between gripping the frills of your skirt and the strands of his hair, body teetering on the edge of your high.
“C’mon, you’ve got it babe,” Denkis mumbling into your clit, words vibrating deep into the slippery flesh sending little dull bolts up and down your thighs, knees shaking beside his ears, “soak me—pleaseee, need to feel it-ruin me babe—”
Your voice cuts him off, a wild mantra of his name rapidly falling from your slacked maw as you cum against him, little volts of electricity swirling around the sensitive nerves in your mound, body rolling in ecstasy.
“Fuck babe, jus’ like that,” he’s mumbling, ripping off your swollen clit to watch your face as you fall apart on the floor, his hips stuttering on the pale carpeting beneath them, “aw, shit!”
Before he can realize what’s happening, Denki is cumming untouched with a whimper, mouth returning to lap at your release while his own creates a syrupy mess in his pants.
The pleasure quickly becomes painful, clammy hands gripping him by the head to pull him up towards your lips, locking him into a sloppy kiss.
You moan when you taste yourself on him, palm falling down to fumble his belt wide open, pulling his shaft out of the material and swipin’ your hand over his red beating cock, his cum sticky on your fingers.
“Fuuuck,” he mumbles between your lips, dragging his face down to rub between your neck, sticking your slick onto your skin, “should have done that at his place babe, n-next time I’m dragging you to the bathroom, I swear!”
Your hand grips down hard on his sensitive cock, releasing a whine from the overstimulated boy. “Can you please stop talking about your friends when you’re about to fuck me, please?”
a/n: divider by @/cafekitsune okay… so! this started as a bakugo drabble and then i saw a vid on x that instantly reminded me of shoto and so of course, jenni got carried away
