warning ; semi public sex , really. old. wrote this almost a year ago
izuku waved at you thru the car window before leaving.
you looked over at Bakugo. “still upset he rejected your offer?” you ask.
he huffs ignoring your question. “don’t be mad….”
“shut up.”
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Bakugo groaned, he tightened his grip on your shoulders once you were fully inside him. Some music was faintly heard from the cars speakers, the bright street lights shining down on the car.
“..hurry or…. someone’ll see us..” Bakugo whispered looking around to make sure nobody was near.
“it’s past midnight and your windows are tinted, i highly doubt anyone would see us.” you raise his hips and slowly fuck into him.
“ugh..~ so…slow..” the blonde whimpered gritting his teeth. it was a bit tough for you to do more since the car was small, you reached your hand down to pull on the seat lever to lower it.
bakugo yelped at the sudden move and sat up, staring down at you angrily.
“go ahead, kats.” you massage his thighs and he scoffs lifting himself up and setting a quick pace, fucking himself on you.
“ah..fuck~ hmm…” he was a whiny moaning mess after a couple thrusts, he usually isn’t all that loud, only loud when he was mad about something.
you take control and grab his waist, slamming in quicker and deeper, a whoreish moan ripping out of his throat. “OH FUC—K! SO DEE…~” his brows furrowed, his shaky hand cover mouth to stifle too much noise.
you’re panting and grinning at the sight, he started to break right in front of you, his hands came down to hold himself up as best as he could as you bounced him on your throbbing cock.
“S-stOP..! MMmh..~” he’s biting his bottom lip, arms giving out causing him to fall right on top of you. his face at the crook of your neck tryna catch his breath.
you don’t stop, you continue to roughly fuck and abuse his insides, he sobs, messy noises leaving him. he’s not getting any quieter and you’re about to cum. you bring your hand up to his spiky hair and stroke it.
“s..stop..~ so close….” he can barely keep his eyes open, the knot in his stomach ready to undo. with one last thrust, you blow your load deep in his tummy with a whine.
he clenches around your dick, cum splurting out of his. he’s huffing against your neck, eyes barely open, he looked like porn. you hum and stroke his blonde hair
hi!!! if you’re still taking them, bakugou and choking kink? what kind of sub is he? <3
mmmm i love this, thx anon 🫶🏻
bakugou is the kind of sub who fights the loss of control until you’re physically taking it from him and that’s exactly why choking him ruins him so bad.
you pin him down, wrap your hand around his throat, squeeze just enough to press your dominance into his pulse and he melts.
his hips stutter. his voice cracks. his bratty, defiant mouth goes silent.
because it’s not just the act , it’s the power. the reminder that you can take control of his breath and his body with one hand.
he gets off on that. hard.
he’ll try to keep eye contact at first, try to smirk, grit his teeth, act unbothered…
but the second your thumb brushes under his jaw and you murmur something like, “look how quiet you get when i do this,”
he’s gone. his cock twitches. his chest heaves. he whimpers like you stole the air and replaced it with need.
he’s the kind of sub who wants to be manhandled, shoved, gripped, slapped just enough to remind him who’s in charge.
but choking? that’s his trigger point. his knees go weak. his brain fogs.
you choke him while riding him? he’s coming in seconds, hands gripping the sheets, body shaking.
aftercare is essential. he plays rough, falls hard, and the drop hits him fast.
you cradle him after, kiss his forehead, run your fingers through his hair while he lays there red-faced and breathless.
and when he finally catches his voice again, he’ll growl something like
“don’t fuckin’ look at me like that.”
even though he’s curled into your chest and gripping your shirt like he never wants you to let go.
i literally adore katsuki being submissive; people don’t really ever make him submissive in bed without making him submissive over all and completely disregard his character. i really like ur perspective on it including vulnerability aswell. or they make him ovveerlly freaky which i don’t really view him to have that many kinks besides degradation and tiny others that dare i say aren’t as kinky.
just food for thought and was hopefully wanting to see more of ur thoughts on switch katsuki :-)
bro this has been marinating in my drafts 4EVER. im so so glad enjoyed my interpretation ^_^ i do have a looot of thoughts…. beware of my yap
ft. switch!katsuki, themes of trust & vulnerability. talk of: mild humiliation/degradation, praise, bondage, mild breath play, rough ish sex. mdni!
i totally agree. katsuki is a really complex character, he has many contradictions within his personality. he's consistently foul mouthed and snappy, but beneath the bite he has quite a sensitive heart.
a big part of his development is coming to terms with being vulnerable and finding value and trust in others around him.
i do believe that it would take time to get him to be open to being submissive, so your dynamic starts off with him playing the more dominant role at first.
i feel like a lot of men in general are inclined to this because it's what's expected of them. and it's definitely what he thinks is expected of him — his biggest goal in life is to be the number one hero, and his image of heroism is strength and being the best.
(and does the best falter or show vulnerability?)
for all the applause he's gotten, it's all because of his quirk and the expected strength that comes with it. he takes what he sees as failures very critically, and internalizes it until it reaches a boiling point. he hates being perceived as weak, and in turn, needing of anything from anyone.
learning that flipping the usual switch isn't pitying, that love and praise aren't earned from perfection, AND that wanting such a thing isn't a weakness takes him some time.
i want to say the first time he indulged in playing a more submissive role wasn't planned at all. it was after a hard mission, a bad day. and you knew that, could see that he needed something that he didn't yet want to voice.
so he trusts you. that's the biggest thing. you're his person. and you're always so, so good to him. he lets you touch him like he's something precious. let’s you see him and remind him that he's loved even when he's not 'strong'.
he probably felt ashamed right after that first time. it's a feeling that crawls in slowly, because why does it feel like he lost?
he'd want to shut you out on instinct, pretend that feeling isn't there, bury it until it swallows him whole like most of his feelings do — but with a partner as loving and attentive as you, he wouldn't have to. because: aftercare !!!
very important. holding him close, not letting him retreat back behind his familar walls, reassuring him that letting go isn't a sign of weakness, that there is no winning or losing when it comes to love and sex.
you're there, you will stay, and you don't think or see him as any lesser. and that just means so much to him :(
so after that night, it becomes more of a thing, something he slowly grows to be more open to.
but just because he's indulging in submission and experimenting with that dynamic doesn't mean he does a full 180.
unless it's one of those tough nights like the first time, he's still mouthy, his pride and self preservation instincts never fully disappear. and he doesn't outright plead— i see a degree of begging but it's SO specifically him and it takes a LOT for him to say it.
i'm talking "fucking please.." through gritted teeth followed by his brows scrunching up in relief and a breathy, self-satisfied "ffuck.. yeah…" when you decide to give him what he wants.
i totally agree with him now being suuper freaked out. kink is a huuuge spectrum, and while i don't think he's completely vanilla, that the things that he'd be into don't fall anywhere near the freakier end of the spectrum lmao
degradation and humiliation to an extent because seeing that you get off on it does something to him. and it's not all that "you're a dirty slut" type shit…. (that would cringe him out goodbye)
the way he does it is more teasing, making you feel embarassed for something you want, making you admit it, say it to his face. maybe even really beg for it if he's feeling especially mean. but in the end he's very, very willing to give you what you want and do it well. he takes a LOT of pride in being able to deliver you the best.
i'm also gonna throw in praise as a kink because (begrudgingly) he does need reassurance, and he knows that his words of praise to you mean a lot— because what he says, he completely means.
i can see him dabbling in some bondage (handcuffs or the like), a degree of breathplay (like a hand at your throat perhaps), and some rougher sex in general at times (his fingers digging into your hips as he moves them to his liking, your nails raking down his back…) but he doesn't want to hurt you.. like honestly that's probably his worst fear, being at fault for your harm, so nothing too far ^^
may blabs: ok looking back at my prev post on this i def simplified and slapped the bratty sub label on him... which leans on just generically typing him buut it ok that was my first time (heh) posting smth smut-adjacent 🥹
so imma give myself sum slack. i keep things silly on here but TRUST ik there is always nuance and a lot of depth🤞
big thank u to my goat @updownandbatty 4 proofreading 😛
Katsukis chest was moving up and down, irregular like the busy city sounds outside of your apartment.
You were unable to ignore how hot he looked right now, painfully hard cock straining against his pants, lips parted, gaze obstructed by the thick black cloth draped over his eyes.
You had been teasing him with your words, provoking him with winded sentences, punishing him with sinful details he had no way of confirming or denying. And you had absolutely no problem watching the effect your dirty talk had on him.
He move against his constraints, trying his best to get some amount of friction and failing miserably.
"Aw, look at you, unable to control your urges, unable to resist~"
The pure filth you spat an the sweetest of voices you coated it in irritated katsukis brain. How could you say something like that? Insinuating like he's some submissive freak that's waiting for you to use him?
And even though his mind was putting up a fight his body wasn't. Every one of your words stimulated the nerves under his skin - as if you set him on fire with your presence and poured gas into it with your words.
"If only your hands were free and you could put up a fight, or try to touch me, reverse the roles, touch my wet pussy, push one finger in until I'm whimpering, you'd love that wouldn't you?"
Katsuki wasn't able to indulge in the picture you painted for long, you switched up faster than he could imagine your hypothetical moans.
"Such a shame that you're so helpless and so needy too! I can even see your pathetic dick from here"
A chuckle rolled off your tongue as you stringed more words together, the blonds breathing getting more ragged with every syllable you uttered.
Moans and grunts followed every one of your sentences, your gaze zeroed in on bakugos cock and the damp spot of pre on the dark blue denim of his pants.
And without any warning a string of powerful moans left katsukis soft lips, his hips bucking, shaking with the forceful orgasm that ripped through his body.
The creamy white seeped through the fabric, coating the front of his pants with a shameful confession: he's so desperate for you that he came untouched.
katsuki bakugo never took time off. his mind was completely set on being the number one.
to everyone, including you, his entire life revolved around that top spot, so when he took a month off, you were pleasantly surprised. just also extremely unprepared.
you had mountain loads of paper work to finish at your work that took up most of your week, which left katsuki home by himself most of the day.
you tried your best to finish early, but paper work just kept coming in minute after minute. you worked as hard as you could to make it home to the man you love before dinner.
when work was finally over, you hopped in your car and drove home, picking up some groceries on the way.
you arrived home safely and started to unpack the groceries you’d bought when you heard katsukis’ voice come from your shared bedroom. it sounded like he was in pain.your brain rushed through all the possibilities on why and how he could be hurt as you ran into the room.
you swung the door open and saw your boyfriend with his dick in hand, back arched slightly off the bed, eyes wide and looking straight at you.
he practically fell off the bed and stumbled his way over to you on his knees half naked.
“baby, baby, ‘m sorry.. i couldn’t help it. you’ve been gone all day and i just…” he paused and nuzzled your thigh taking in your scent. “..i missed you so m-much”
you stared down at him and he looked up at you, waiting for answer. his eyes searched your face for anything that you could be saying without your voice.
“i told you to wait,” you said sternly. he whimpered in response. he stood up quickly, his big build towering over you
“i know i wasn’t supposed to.. but you’re here now, right? i didn’t cum without you, i just.. needed to touch. please don’t leave me like this” he pleaded, taking your hands into his own.
he cautiously lowered his head to kiss you, giving you time to pull away if you were annoyed, going all the way when you didn’t.
his kiss was desperate. he pulled you close, deepening the kiss. your hands came up to pull his face into yours as your lips intertwined. he moaned at your touch and his hips started to move against yours.
you broke the kiss then, pushing him back onto the bed.
you took off your pants leaving just your shirt and panties on. his gleaming red eyes roamed all over your body as you straddled him.
you didn’t put him in yet, just sat your sweet clothed pussy on top of his cock.
he shuddered and groaned with pleasure, finally feeling you on the place he needed the most.
you began to grind yourself on him. he choked out a moan, his hands immediately coming to your hips to which you smacked away.
“you don’t get to have control here” you say bitterly.
he groaned, his hands grabbing the sheets beneath him. his hips jerked up slightly causing your panties to rub against your clit. you moaned and slapped him. only softly. you were dominant, not mean.
“don’t move unless i give you permission” you order. he stares at you with those crimson eyes. your sparkling eyes stare back watching as his face scrunches up in pleasure as your hips move.
you lean in to kiss him and you feel his breaths become shorter. you smile as his moans grow louder as you kiss him. you know he’s about to cum.
just as he’s about to let go, your hips grind slower and slower, denying him his release. he cries out in response.
“baby..” he whimpers. “baby, please. i was so close, please don’t do this let me cuuuhhnghh”
he trails off as you slide your panties to the side and lower yourself onto him alllll the way down. your smirk as he covers his face
“fuck” he chokes out. “baby, you’re so tight around me”
your hands steady yourself on his chest as you move your hips forward and back, slowly at first but gaining speed little by little.
“touch me” you demand, letting a moan slip out as one hand slips up your shirt to grab your right tit and his other circles your aching clit.
he squeezes his right hand, massaging you gently. his eyes almost rolling back as you moan and clench around him.
you lean down to kiss him, continuing to move your hips. he groans in between kisses, whispering i love you over and over. his hand wraps around your head, fingers tangling in your hair, as if he’s trying to merge your faces.
“mgfh baby.. i’m so so close” he breathes.
you sit yourself upright, rolling your hips with quick movements, moaning pornographically. you feel him twitch inside you and you quickly pull him out.
his head jolts up and his hands instantly fly to touch himself. you catch his hands in your own, pinning them down beside his head. he looks up at you with tears in his eyes.
“baby please” he sobs. “i need you to make me cum”
you smirk and tilt your head.
“if you need it so bad, you should’ve waited” you say, kissing him on the nose.
you roll off him onto your side of the bed. he rolls into his side and hides his face in your neck.
“‘m sorry for touching m’self without your permission” he whispers.
“i know baby” your hand goes up to play with his hair. “i’ve got the day off tomorrow okay? i’ll make you cum aaall day tomorrow”
he hums, kissing your neck softly.
“how about i make you cum for a change” he whispers, trailing kisses down your neck to your collar bone.
you turn on your side to face him.
“tomorrow” you repeat, giving him a warning look.
“alright” he smiles and kisses your lips.
he gets up and pulls a robe out of the closet.
“ill cook us some dinner” he says as he wraps the robe around him and ties it.
…
“hey kats?”
“hm?”
“i love you”
“i love you more, my love”
✉️ : i got bored writing this half way through so sorry if it seems like it was cut off. i MIGHT write a part two… also i think i mischaracterised him.. whatever i need him submissive and not angry at me because i’ll cry 😊
katsuki seems like a tough nut but really he's a soft and sensitive boy, canonically. he uses his whole tough persona to hide what he's most insecure of - what he calls weakness.
which is why in bed katsuki would be a bottom. recently read a post saying he'd like someone to take control in the bedroom because he controls everything in his life and i agree completely. and bakugo doesn't just do hookups or quick fucks like everyone says. hell he barely trusts his own friends to show weakness, so what makes you think he'd just show his most intimate side to some random girl? (or guy)
you gotta know him for years before he falls for you, or, before he accepts it at least. and when he does he goes through a lot of thought and processing, denial and acceptance. so when he eventually gets round to dating you he's SERIOUS about you. you're one of a kind.
you gotta break down all his other walls after that too. see him cry, show emotion, it'd even take months for him to let you cuddle him due to his fear of showing weakness. but when you get past all of that - that's when you get his intimate side.
he **may** have some dominant kinks or whatever, but he's a sensitive guy who'd prefer to be intimate and serious. he'd take control sometimes, and so would you. i headcanon that he discovered he was really into headpats. as a guy who's grown up rejecting any sorts of affection that he desperately needed, when you get to hold and cradle him, and run your fingers thru his hair? it gets him. the relief of being in someone's arms and being cared for to the point you're basically getting petted drives him crazy, eyes rolling back and blush tinting his cheeks as he melts into you.
He comes home from a long day as a hero and just want you to take care of him. You have him whimpering and yearning for you :>
A/N: OH MY?! we all know that this man definitely years. And you better believe he earns ! Made this is a smut, Enjoy Anon!
Warnings: Mommy kink (Mommy used maybe 1 time), creampie, face riding, PIV,
~980 words
The door slams open with that familiar explosive force, but tonight, there's no bark of frustration echoing through the apartment. Instead, you hear the heavy thud of boots being kicked off, followed by the soft drag of exhausted footsteps.
Bakugo Katsuki, your fierce pro hero husband, stumbles into the living room, his hero costume smeared with ash and grime from another grueling day of villain takedowns. His spiky blond hair is matted with sweat, crimson eyes dulled by fatigue, and those broad shoulders slump under the weight of unspoken need.
He spots you on the couch, legs tucked under you with a blanket lazily thrown over your lap. Something in his gaze shifts the longer he looked at you. Messy hair, his shirt, and those shorts he loved. His gaze was raw, vulnerable, hunger peeking through the cracks of his usual bravado.
"Oi," he mutters, voice rough but lacking its typical bite, "long fuckin' day..." He doesn't wait for a reply, he crosses the room in three strides and drops to his knees in front of you, head bowing as his calloused hands grip your calves, blonde spike sprawled in your lap. The mighty Dynamight, reduced to this, seeking solace and comfort at your feet. One of his favorite places to be.
You reach out, fingers threading through his damp hair, and he leans into your touch with a shuddering sigh. 'Mmmmmm,' he sighs, the sound slipping out like a voluntary reaction, laced with desperation. It's your cue, the one that unlocks this side of him. The man beneath the bomb who craves your gentle command after the chaos.
You cup his jaw, tilting his face up to meet your eyes. “Shh, baby, I’m right here, let me take care of you,”
His breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut as you guide him to lay his head back down in your lap. Your fingers massage his scalp, working out the tension in slow, firm circles, and he melts against you, a low whine escaping his throat. The sounds of the city fade outside, it's just you two now, in this intimate bubble. You shift, parting your legs slightly so he can nuzzle closer, his warm cheek pressing against the soft fabric of your shorts.
“Missed you,” he mumbles, voice muffled, hands sliding up your calves to knead the muscle there, as if grounding himself in your presence and warmth.
'That's my good boy,” you murmur, voice soothing yet laced with promise. You trail your nails down his neck, over the ridges of his scarred shoulders, feeling him tremble. His cock twitches visibly in his tight pants, straining against the confines, but you ignore it for now. Teasing him with denial, building that yearning ache.
He whimpers softly, hips shifting restlessly, seeking friction against your leg.
“Please... need you so bad.” the plea is ragged, his usual dominance shattered, replaced by this sweet submission that makes your core throb.
You smile, slipping your hand under his shirt to trace the hard planes of his abs, dipping lower to palm the bulge tenting his pants. He bucks into your touch with a gasp, pre-cum already soaking through the fabric.
“M’gonna make it all better baby,” you promise, unzipping him slowly, freeing his thick cock. It springs out, veined and flushed, the tip glistening with his arousal.
You wrap your fingers around the base, stroking languidly, thumb circling the slit to spread his slickness. Bakugo's head lulls to the side against your thigh, a string of needy whines spilling from his lips as you pump him. Agonizingly slow, deliberate, unhurried, drawing out every sensation.
“Look at you, so hard for me,”you coo, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead while your hand tightens, twisting on the upstroke. He throbs in your grip, hips jerking erratically, but you still him with a firm press of your palm.
“Not yet, baby. First, you get to taste me,” you stand, shedding your clothes with grace, your pussy already wet and aching from his own response. Guiding him to the floor, you straddle his face, lowering yourself until his eager mouth latches on.
Bakugo devours you like a man starved, tongue plunging deep into your folds, lapping at your clit with fervent sucks. His hands grip your ass, pulling you down harder, muffled moans vibrating against your core as he whimpers into your wetness.
“Fuck... so sweet….so fucking good…” he groans between licks, nose bumping your swollen nub. You rock against him, grinding your hips, fingers tangled in his hair to hold him in place. The sounds he makes were simply delicious. Wet, desperate slurps and breathy pleas that push you closer to the edge, your thighs quivering around his head. His eyes looked up at you with such want and desperation for more. Trying to get himself impossibly deeper, closer to your dripping pussy.
When your orgasm crashes over you, you cry out, flooding his mouth with your release. He drinks it down greedily, tongue fucking you through the waves until you're boneless. But he's far from done. His cock throbs against his stomach, untouched and begging. You slide down his body, positioning yourself over him, teasing his tip against your entrance.
“You want Mommy's pussy, don't you?” you whisper, sinking down inch by inch, enveloping his length in your tight heat.
He arches beneath you with a broken sob, hands clutching your hips as you ride him slow and deep.
“Yes! fuck, yes, Mommy! Need you... please!”His whines turn to outright yearning cries, body slick with sweat, every thrust met with your rolling hips. You clench around him deliberately, milking his cock, and he unravels—thrusting up wildly, chasing that peak. '
“Gonna cum! G-gonna cum, fuck!”
“Cum inside me baby! Inside!,” you command, nails digging into his chest. He shatters with a guttural moan, hot spurts filling you as his whole body shakes. You follow soon after, pulsing around him, drawing out his pleasure until he's whimpering oversensitive gasps. Collapsing over his chest, his hands coming up to wrap around your back and hold you close. Your arms coming to his head, cradling him in your arms. He's safe, nurtured and cared for your explosive hero, was tamed and cherished.
MHA BOYS REACTING TO YOU USING YOUR QUIRK ON THEM.
WARNINGS. / each boy has different quirks used, dubcon(?) for bakugo, shoto discovers he has a giantess kink. no sex fully mentioned, Katsuki has the longest bcs it's a prompt I use a lot el oh el
A/N. / I wanted to do more characters but like its 2am and I just cannot write for more than 3 characters right now but I'm so glad I managed to find my writing spark back teeheee
— Izuku gasps as your fingers slowly drag up his chin, the soft skin a contrast to the roughness of his own, the smell of you is sweet, way too sweet.
His eyes shoot open as the that familiar pink smoke drifts out from your palms. Your quirk, a strong aphrodisiac that is not easily ridden of. The smell hits his nose as strong as brick flying to his face.
Izuku attempts to ignore the obvious twitching in his pants, the tightening that signals the pleasure coursing through his veins, but it's inevitable as your hand slides down his chest, fingers teasing the bandages wrapped around his body before poking the protruding hard on in his pants.
”Awh Izuku, already? And I thought you had grown some sort of resistance to it... considering I've used it so many different times on you.” Your teasing voice comes through, but it's nothing but a blur for Izuku as his head throws back, landing on the pillow behind him.
It's gonna be a long tonight.
/
— Katsuki's in the kitchen, cooking up a small meal to prepare for the movie night you two had planned, and you sat on the couch, scrolling through the endless TV shows and movies the site had to offer.
After a little too much scrolling, you roll your eyes in boredom, slumping against the couch before you notice Katsuki in the kitchen, wearing only those ragged sweatpants and an apron (for safety measures of course.)
Your tentacles wriggle behind you, like they're hungry, but not for meat, but for Katsuki in that sexy fucking apron. Placing the remote down, you slowly wander over to the kitchen, bare feet silent against the ground as you sneak up on Katsuki.
You can't help but have your gaze wander down his back, fuck... those muscles, all earned from years of hard work and hero stuff. It's not long before two of your tentacles latch on to him, one around his chest and around the waist.
“What the-” Katsuki is cut-off as your suckers pull on and off his nipples too well, his head thrown down as his dicing of tomatoes halt. “Shit. Baby.” It's struggled, hands gripping the kitchen counter as Katsuki's hips buck up instinctively.
One free tentacle slides up and shoves itself into Katsuki's mouth, and he willingly gags on it, moans muffled as his eyes roll back into his head. Let's just say that no food or movies were done tonight.
/
— Shoto's eyes widen in both awe and nervousness as he looks up at you, you're taller, like way taller, like Mt. Lady tall. Okay maybe not that tall, but you're touching the roof! Standing at 10ft tall, you feel pride swell within you as your boyfriend stares at you with pure love in his eyes.
Is he... into this? His girlfriend so tall... and so strong, and all those muscles— gah! What is he talking about, hell Shoto can feel himself physically watering up. “What's wrong Sho', found somethin' you like?” Your teasing voice comes through, and Shoto has to gulp as he bends his neck to look up at you.
“I... I think I figured out something.” You giggle at his words, using one hand to lift him up by his hoodie. His hands quickly fly down to the boner in his pants, covering up what you've seen a million times. You quickly use your own free hand to remove his, cooing at the boner. “I think you really have figured something out. Let's test out how well you can handle me, yeah?” And you've never seen him nod so quick in his life.
