claws ೃ༄* k.bakugou
℘. synopsis : : katsuki loves when you get a fresh full set of nails, especially when they’re sharp enough to mark him.
⚠︎ content : : 2.1k words, fluff, smut (p in v, mating press), scratching kink, mentions of blood, fem reader.
⤷ ✉︎ sunny says.. first time writing smut so apologies if this is buns, but this might just be my favourite thing i’ve ever written Σ(O_O)
"Damn that's good, keep going," he groaned through a gritty voice, eyes fluttering shut as he relished the rapture of the moment.
"Katsuki, my hands are getting tired."
"I don't care, I said keep going."
Whining in irritation, you forced your hand through numerous cramps to sustain the gentle rhythm of massaging circles into his scalp. To Katsuki, it's a necessity that after you have your nails freshly done, he settles into your lap—head softly cushioned by your chest as he expectantly waits for head scratches.
Not that you'd planned on getting them done anytime soon. Before today, they'd been in a sorry enough state to earn weeks of blatant complaints from him. These aren't doing the job anymore, I can't feel a damn thing, they're useless, fix it.
In reality, your nails weren't entirely horrible. They just looked like they’d been carrying the same mundane identity for far too long—chipped edges, and faded gel polish hinting it was time for redo.
As a half-assed retort, you told him that to get your nails done, he’d have to pay this time. Although, your threat to his bank account was proven to be futile as when you’d woken up this morning, your eyes were politely greeted with a hefty wad of cash atop your nightstand. Observing closer, the white glint from a ripped piece of paper nearby swiftly caught your eye.
go do your nails or whatever it is you brats do. obviously I gave you extra, so treat yourself to something else. i’ll be home around 7
love,
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Smiling to yourself, you mindlessly reached for your discarded phone, before immediately clicking onto Pinterest.
The memory faded as a lazy tug on the hem of your shirt pulled you into the present of the evening. Looking down, your eyes met garnet ones that glared back at you in faux annoyance.
"Oi. Quit spacing out, and keep scratching."
"Sorry, sorry," you lightly chuckled, keeping a hand carding through the roots of his blonde locks as the other traced the fine hairs prickling his neck. Katsuki's eyes narrowed at the amusement in your voice.
"Stop laughing."
"Then quit acting like you enjoy this," you smirked.
A scoff passed his lips, but they way he nudged his head into your hand completely undermined whatever argument he was about to make.
"Don't start."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your face did."
Exaggerating the falseness of his claim, you attempted to relax all the muscle in your face, a blank expression easing your features.
"There. Happy?" You asked flatly.
"No."
You quirked a brow. The man looked away first, an undeniable hue of pink dusting his ears.
"You look prettier when you're smiling."
The teasing response sitting on the tip of your tongue died as you were caught off guard, enough for your fingers to still for a fraction of a second. Something in the way he said it, so matter-of-fact, made your pulse trip.
His eyes flickered up at you, aimless gaze falling to your lips briefly before flitting back to your eyes.
"What?" You questioned, an undeniable hue of pink now dusting your own cheeks.
Bakugou doesn't answer you right away.
Instead, he holds your look for a second longer, whilst his hand loosens on your shirt to slide lower—firmly resting on your hip.
He breathes out, "Tch, you're infuriating," the blonde dipped his head forward, catching your lips in a feather-light kiss that seemed to deepen as his grip tightened. It was intoxicatingly warm, and slow, a deliberate exploration that left you breathless and aching for more.
"You think I'm pretty?" You huffed into his parted lips, nails scraping his skin as your fingers curled into the hairs of his nape—eliciting a satisfied groan.
"I think," Katsuki muttered, his breath mingling with yours in the narrow space between you, "you ask stupid questions."
What started as a tentative movement became a demanding pace. Faces crashed together with bruising pressure, bodies mutually surrendering to one another, whilst tongues slipped past the slicked seal of lips, consuming total focus.
Reluctantly tearing yourselves apart, your foreheads rested against each others.
"You should put those nails to use."
"How so?"
"Y'know I love it when you mark the fuck outta' me." The man moaned lowly just at the thought.
Without another word, he pushed himself off of your figure, grasping your ankles before pulling you down the sofa to lie flat.
"I like to imagine how hard your nails can dig into my skin,” While divulging his fantasy, Katsuki began to strip your bodies feverishly, clothing and undergarments jettisoned across the wooden floor of the apartment, leaving you both bare and vulnerable, “so hard it scars for everyone to see and know that I'm yours."
As he leaned over you, breaking what little space was left, your wandering eyes couldn't help but flick down to his hips—heart skipping in arousal once you saw the semi-hard length enlargening between his thighs.
"Like what you see?" You gently nodded, suddenly unable to talk as your mouth watered, rendering your jaw shut. A roughened hand trailed up your side, cupping the soft curve of your breast, briefly tweaking a stiff nipple between two of his fingers.
The blonde gravelly chuckled at your pathetic whine, "Don't worry, pretty. I'll give you what you want, and you'll give me what I want."
Tugging at your hands, he latched them to his shoulders for you to claw into, before wrenching your knees open in hunger, eyes lowly-lidded by an exponentially growing desire.
While all this unfolded, an unmistakable wetness had been gathering at your heated core, to which Bakugou collected with two digits, groaning in satisfaction of being proficient in easily turning you on.
"Shit, you want me that bad?" He asked, a cocky smirk curving his lip as he continued to stare between your legs, eyes unwavering like your arousal was hypnotic while he massaged your slickened folds.
"Please, Kats."
"Need to stretch you out first. Open up f'me."
You bit down on your lip, a muffled moan merely escaping your throat as heavy fingers curled into the gumminess of your hot walls.
“Oi, don’t you dare try being quiet. Let me hear you.” The calloused hand pressing your thigh flush against your stomach came up to cup your flustered cheek, thumb tenderly stroking your parted lips. Vehemently, his broad fingers continued their loving onslaught, curving in the most delicious places he knew would soon have your body quivering.
“Mm, f-fuck Katsuki!”
Maybe it was the enthralling allure of his name slipping off your tongue, or the captivating resonance of your voice that made his cock subconsciously twitch. Bakugou would never admit it, but he found himself mesmerised by every possible part of you—your quiet competence, your undying enthusiasm, your enamouring beauty, and they way you’d hold on until he was close so you could orgasm together.
“It’s that good is it?” He smiled contently, scarlet eyes fluttering between your scrunched face and the joining of his hand against your pussy.
Obscene noises echoed throughout the apartment, loud squelches bungled with numerous moans of pleasure.
“I need more…” You whimpered, sweaty hands clamping the skin of his shoulders tighter, “more please.”
Giving in to your begging without hesitation, Katsuki carefully pulled his fingers from your worked hole, before pumping his weighty length a couple times, its tip glistening with luscious pre-cum.
One of your own hands quickly snaked down your body, wrapping around the pearly skin of his girth, feeling his pulse kick as you pulled at his hardened cock.
"Fuuuck, your hand is so much softer than mine." His hips bucked into your grip, both hands pushing down on your thighs. "Your nails look so hot around my dick."
After several tugs, you beckoned him closer, lining up his fattened tip with your aching hole. It nudged against you, eager.
"Breathe in for me, pretty." Bakugou whispered against your neck as his lips hovered over your pulse point, wracking your body with anticipatory shivers.
As he pushed in cautiously, your hands shot back to his shoulders, nails clutching the skin as the familiar burn of the stretch brought both delicious pain and troubled pleasure.
"—ohmygosh, ngh!"
"Shit, you're so tight. Don't fight it," The man winced, hands stroking the underside of your thighs as he squeezed further in, your walls contracting to snuggly accommodate his thick cock. Once balls-deep, only then did he pause momentarily, allowing you time to get used to the feeling. “You’re so good for me, y’know that? So damn good.”
Breathless, you smiled tightly in return, watching him pick his head up to capture your lips in an adoring kiss. "Please move," You breathed against his lips desperately.
"No need to tell me twice." Grunting, he started a steady pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin resounding off the walls as his heavy balls bounced off your ass. Even though Katsuki had fingered you prior, no preparation would ever be enough to fully stretch you to fit his bulky girth, ornamented by angry meandering veins.
"Hah, your pussy is so fucking good. I'd do anything to stay in you like this all the time."
"Ah! You're so big Kats!"
He smirked, "Damn right I am. And you're gonna take everything I give you, right?"
"Mhm, yes!" you cried.
"Atta' girl." The ash-blonde grinned, pecking yet another kiss to your lips before sucking on the velvety skin of your neck as he quickened his thrusts—heavy length carving through your warm insides as he forced in deeper.
At the change of intensity, your nails dropped to his back, clawing at the toughened skin.
"Yes pretty, scratch me up just like that," Katsuki loudly groaned, eyes falling shut as he savoured the stinging sensation, "mark me."
Relentlessly driving into you, he pushed your knees up to your chest, letting your ankles dangle at the sides, bending your pliable body into a mating press which had you seeing stars in record time.
"W-wait! Shit—too deep!" Unfiltered moans were forced out your throat, your nails now engraving red lines into his back, "ngh!"
"Fucking hell, make me bleed for all I care."
It must've been this new angle. Your frame began to shiver as the coil that had been gradually tightening in your stomach began to constrict all-too-quickly, pulling your muscles taut. He had to have noticed how your body suddenly grew frantic, a tell-tale sign of an approaching orgasm, as he snaked a sweaty palm between your sheened bodies to massage tight circles into your sensitive clit.
"Katsuki! 'm gonna come!" Whining, you curled a shaking hand into his short locks, whilst the other dug into the dip of his spine like an anchor.
"...don't worry pretty, I'm close too," Out of breath, both of your lungs heaved, breathing in the little oxygen left in between you. He moans, "Shit, you're squeezing me so hard."
The tight circles over your tiny bundle of nerves sped up in time with Bakugou's pounding, edging you insanely closer and closer to a delicious climax.
It only took a couple more brutal thrusts until you completely crumbled apart. The coil snapped—your jaw grew slack as your back arched of the sofa into his hot chest, muscles tensed and legs quaking as you clenched down on the blonde's throbbing cock. The passionate moans pushing past your lips were borderline pornographic, all of which Katsuki trapped in a sloppy kiss. Your arousal seamlessly coated his cock, a translucent liquid of high viscosity oozing from your pussy creating a pale ring around its girth as he fucked you through your high. The sudden, vigorous contractions of your smooth walls was enough to send Katsuki reeling over the edge too. With a gravelly moan, incredibly close to a whine, his balls tightened, pumping thick ropes of fertile seed deep within your womb, painting its confines a creamy white.
Collapsing onto your shivering form as his length remained pulsing inside of you, he buried his face into your neck—a mixture of purple and reds bruising your skin. "You good?" He breathed, fingers tracing idle patterns on your side.
You replied with a blissful hum, doubting that you'd be coherent if you were to talk.
Bringing your fingers to his scalp, you gently smoothed through the roots of his hair, a small smile curving your lip as the blonde relaxed into you, his breathing evening out.
"Oh shit." You managed to mumble, eyes widening as you watched multiple reds beading from the scratches carved into his back.
Simultaneously, he perked up with wide eyes.
"What? Please don't tell me I hurt you."
"No no, you would never hurt me." You scratched your head sheepishly, unknowing of his potential reaction, "Iscratchedyoutoohardandnowyou'rebleeding! I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. You should've told me to stop!"
His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing, "Why are you apologising? If you were lucid enough, you'd remember that I said I wouldn't care."
"So you aren't angry?"
"I'm happy as hell."
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absolutely sensational.
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