Contains: dom!reader x sub!katsuki, established relationship, initial power dynamic, brat-taming, jealousy, sexual tension, bondage, degradation, aftercare
Katsuki Bakugou was a brat. And you loved it.
You’d never had to chase him — you just existed, sharp-edged and self-possessed — and that was enough. He hated how much he noticed you. Hated how your voice, calm and precise, cut deeper than shouting ever could.
He called you arrogant. You called him predictable. And he kept coming back.
It started small. A “sit” that he refused, until he didn’t. A “good boy” that made his jaw clench hard enough to crack. You didn’t need to overpower him — you just needed to wait. Because Bakugou respected strength, and your control wasn’t just strength — it was terrifying.
The first time you put him on his knees, he’d cursed under his breath the entire time. The second time, he bit back a moan. The third, he whispered, “Yours,” without thinking.
But he was still Katsuki. Still explosive. Still full of pride.
So when he saw you talking to Todoroki — head tilted, smirking, hand lightly brushing the man’s arm — something snapped.
You felt it before you even turned around: that raw, molten energy rolling off him. Arms crossed. Eyes cold. That look. The one that said he was two seconds from saying something stupid.
You smiled.
“Jealousy?” you asked later, cornering him against the door in your room.
“Fuck off.”
You tsked, fingers grazing his jaw. “You’re cute when you pout.”
“I’m not fuckin’—”
You kissed him hard. His body jolted, then melted under your grip.
“Strip.”
His eyes burned into yours.
“I’m not your fucking toy,” he growled — and it was exactly what you’d been waiting for.
You pushed him hard toward the bed. He staggered, caught himself, and turned with a snarl.
“You act like you don’t need this,” you said, stalking toward him, “but your cock’s already hard, Katsuki.”
He flinched. Just barely. But you saw it. And he hated that you did.
“Hands behind your back.”
He hesitated.
“Now.”
He obeyed.
You tied his wrists with thick leather cuffs, looping them through the headboard, forcing him to sit up — arms stretched, body tensed, exposed. He looked obscene like that. Wild eyes. Sharp breath. Muscles coiled like springs. You straddled his hips slowly, not giving him friction — just pressure, enough to drive him crazy.
“I saw the way you looked at Todoroki,” he muttered, bitter. “You were flirting.”
“I was being polite.”
“You touched his arm.”
“I touched your cock five minutes ago. Want to compare?”
He growled.
You laughed quietly, tracing your nails down his chest. “You don’t get to act possessive when you belong to me, Katsuki.”
His jaw clenched.
“Say it,” you ordered.
“…I belong to you.”
“Louder.”
“I belong to you, mistress.”
You smiled. “Good boy.”
And then you ruined him.
Your hand wrapped around his cock — tight, merciless, fast. He choked on a moan and bucked his hips, only for the restraints to pull him back. You slapped the inside of his thigh, just to hear him gasp.
“You’re such a loud little bitch when I’m not even giving you what you want,” you hissed. “Look at you. Dripping for me like some desperate, needy whore.”
“M-Mistress—please—”
“Oh? Now you beg?”
You leaned in close. “You looked me in the eye and told me you weren’t my toy. But look at you — tied up, blushing, fucking leaking all over yourself.”
He groaned, humiliated, wrecked. His body twitched with every stroke, every word.
“Did you think being jealous would earn you kindness?” you laughed, tightening your grip. “No, baby. Brats get punished.”
You edged him again. And again. And again. Until he was sobbing your name through clenched teeth, muscles trembling under your hands.
“Don’t you dare come.”
He whimpered.
“Hold it.”
“I—can’t—”
“You will. You’ll hold it like a good little slut, and when I say ‘now,’ you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
His whole body arched.
“Now.”
He shattered. Loud. Violent. Hands pulling at the restraints like they might snap. Cum painting his stomach in thick, shaking pulses. You watched with pride, lips curled into a slow smile.
And then you let him fall.
You unlocked his cuffs and caught him before he collapsed fully, guiding him to lie back against the pillows. He was flushed, silent, trembling — used, adored.
You wiped him down gently, kissed his cheek. Ran your fingers through his hair while his breathing slowed.
“You okay?” you murmured.
He nodded into your neck.
“…You didn’t even kiss me before you started,” he muttered, voice thick.
You kissed his temple softly.
“Because you didn’t deserve it,” you said. “But you do now.”
He smiled — lazy and fucked-out — and wrapped an arm around your waist.
“I’m still your brat,” he said sleepily.
“And you’ll keep earning your place on your knees.”
His last breath before sleep sounded suspiciously like a moan.
can someone PLEASE make a smut story about izuku topping katsuki, and where kat is just crying, whimpering, begging, and a blabbering mess. and izuku as just going hard and rough and pushing katsuki's head into the pillow after already making him nut multiple times🥹🥹
katsuki bakugo would never ever consider the idea of you taking control in bed. he liked being in control. he liked pinning you down, making a mess of you. and the idea of you trying the same on him almost made him angry.
yet, here he sat. tied up with rope, completely nude, and an annoyed glare on his face. you giggle at him. and anger flares in his stomach.
“the fuck are you laughing at?” he glared, a flush of embarrassment flaring over his face.
“oh, nothing..” you drag, “you just look so cute, katsuki.”
and katsuki nearly damn growls in frustration. “i’m not cute. fuck off.”
“but you are, baby.” you taunt, crawling along the bed, throwing your leg over his lap. he hissed, feeling the weight of your body against his achingly hard cock, hips pressing up into your clothed pussy.
you grin, gently rolling your hips up and down his red length, hands gliding up the skin of his chest, and gently placing in the crook of his neck.
you laugh as his hands yank against the rope, eyes still flared with anger, yet, staring up at your gorgeous face, struck with love besides all else.
he inhaled a hitched breath, head pressing back into the pillow. he opens his mouth to speak, but he can’t find the embarrassing words to ask you to stop teasing him. to do it already, to let his cock feel the smooth, hot insides of your core.
but he doesn’t. because he values his pride, and you would never catch him begging for anything, much less pussy.
… let’s just say, it didn’t take long for him to take that back.
thinking about punishing KATSUKI by making him fuck a toy when all he really wants is to fuck you.
“s’not the same….” he’d groan. His jaw clenched tight as he grits his teeth, willing away the sniffles and whimpers that threaten to slip past his lips.
The blatant disappointment stings in his chest.
“maybe if you’d been good you’d have gotten the real thing.”
he may be complaining, about how it feels different, about how it’s not you, but he greedily allows himself to fuck deeper into the toy.
“f…fuh—fuck you!” he gasps into your shoulder, the heat of his breaths billowing across your exposed skin.
“nuh uh, no whinin’. don’t have anyone to blame but yourself, honey.”
“i hate you…hate you so—hah!”
Your hands squeeze tight around the silicone toy; the tip of his cock going through different shades of pink, then red, desperately angry, starved of real attention, begging for something more. Pearls of white bead up and meld with the copious amounts of lube and pre already gumming up the insides of the toy; that ‘schlick…schlick’—ing rhythm filling up his head. He’s already starting to feel foggy; you’ve been denying him for hours, teasing and picking away at his resolve, and it seems you have no intention of giving him what he wants.
each time he fucks into the toy the tip of his cock just about kisses your naval. your smooth skin beneath the silicone tube makes his head go a little fuzzy.
oh, how he’d be dying to touch you, to feel you, but you wouldn’t let him, you’re smiling so mean as you deny him, and he just—
‘can’t take it. I can’t take it. I cant take it. I can’t take it—!’
“Fuck!” He gasps. “c—c’mon! don’t…fuck…don’t do this to me…” he’s already choking over his words, taking up big heaving breaths of air like his lungs are starved of it.
“you already know what I wanna hear.”
“s’not fair….you’re bein’ fuck—fuckin’ mean!”
“i’m not asking for much katsuki, really. just wanna hear you say it and i’ll start being nice. isn’t that what you want?”
“but i didn’t do—!“
“don’t lie, baby.” you’d cup his cheek, leaning up to whisper into his ear, “you know exactly what you did.”
“fuck!” he groans, and he realizes he really can’t escape from this. “m’sorry okay!”
you slowly drag the toy off of his dick, relishing in the way he squirms when the air touches the bare skin. The bare weight of him would lay across the length of your pelvis, hot, sticky, and full of need. you could feel his aching on top of your clit, could feel the heat of him envelop your skin with the way he’s draped across you, and that look in his eye, just seeing your pussy beneath him is driving him crazy.
“see, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”
he shakes his head no, swallowing down his own voice to stare at your glistening cunt, thoughts drifting to the slick feel of it around him once you finally give him what he wants
“please,” he breathes. “please.”
“one more time for me, honey.”
“i’m sorry….”
“for?”
“for bein’ a…a fucking’ brat…for n—not bein’…bein’ good….” the spit starts to gather up in his mouth, brain going foggy. just the thought of being able to feel your cunt has him damn near drooling, and when you look at him like that, like he’s perfect, like he’s everything you want, it makes his cock ache with a need so violent he’d do anything to make it better. “please, baby. can i….?”
“of course you can.” you smile. a sweet and soft, almost cruel, smile.
hey!!! I was wondering if you could do some yandere content with a villain male reader whos a lot like toga but he's absolutely obsessed with pro hero Bakugo that he keeps him tied up in his basement??? You can choose if its angst or smut but I hope you're doing well and thank you for your timeeee!!!
OH MY LORD I NEEDED THIS!!! I'm thinking of making a second part to this but I'm not sure. If you guys want that, let me know if it should be angst or smut!
Most people would retract in horror or shock if they found someone bound, gagged, and disheveled in their basement. Their hearts would race, subconsciously entering into a fight-or-flight reaction as they analyze the situation. But you, you were different from others. All you can do is stare in awe at the results of months of hard work.
You’re not sure when your obsession with Katsuki Bakugo started. Probably when you were leaving the scene of one of your crimes. From the mass panic and large amount of civilian activity, you were able to slip into the crowd and blind in. In the chaos, you just happened to bump into someone, both of you stumbling but still left standing. A hand roughly grabs your shoulder to stabilize the both of you. “You alright?” A rough voice speaks to you, but for a moment you thought you fell and hit your head because there’s no way you could hear the voice of an angel. “Yeah…” You simply mumble, nodding your head in response. Before you could say anything else, blonde hair and red eyes turn away from you, running towards the scene of your crime.
For the first time in your life, you were awestruck. Completely captivated by a man you had only seen for a few seconds. You watch as he runs away, memorizing how the man’s muscular body stretched the spandex of his hero suit. Scanning him from head to toe, watching as his back flexed and his ass slightly bounced with each step. As a villain, you had learned how to get away from the police, to evade capture. But for a moment, you wanted to walk back, just to observe the pro hero for one more second.
“It was a moment of weakness!” You told yourself as you browsed the internet at all the new and upcoming heroes. “A small misstep in my criminal agendia!” You tracked down the hero agency he worked for, finding the address of his apartment. “He’s just… intriguing…” You stood in the doorway of his bedroom, wide red eyes looking into your own. “Katsuki Bakugo… we meet again…” If it weren’t for the silent apartment, he wouldn’t have heard you mutter. You took a step forward, the moonlight coming through the window showing the vibrant blush on your cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Your smile sent shivers down Katsuki’s skin, both of your bodies moving purely on instinct.
From the beginning of time, fight-or-flight was embedded into the DNA of living things. In the wild, two animals fighting each other wouldn’t be odd as they were simply fighting for survival. Katsuki clawed at your face as the sedative filled syringe was plunged into his neck. Your body atop of his, caged him against the bed. As he struggled, his feet dug into his sheets, kicking them off the bed in a struggle. He was fighting for his life… but at the same time, so were you.
How long has it been? Three months? Four? Time had stopped the second Katsuki was in your possession. You can help but blush and chuckle as angry eyes stare back at you. Even when restrained he still fought. He would be such a good pro hero if you hadn’t made it your mission to turn him into the perfect man for you. “You’ve been quiet the past few days… what’s gotten into you?” You question, slowly pulling the gag out of your captive’s mouth. “Fuck you…” His voice hoarse and his mouth dry from days of screaming into the cloth. His body was slumped in the chair he was restrained to, the quirk-blocking cuff around his ankle slightly worn from Katsuki’s constant struggling.
The blush rose on your cheeks at the statement. How can you refuse him such an intimate act? He was finally giving in, starting to feel the same way you did for him! With a hum, you slowly started to walk around the other man, stopping directly behind him. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that…” You raked a hand through Katsuki’s blonde hair, your fingers instinctively tightening around the strands and pulling his head back. A strained groan leaves the other man’s mouth as his eyes are forced into the line of sight of your own. His lips twitched, most likely to throw out a string of profanities but all it did was make you lick your own.
Warnings: sub! izuku and katsuki, gn! reader, collars/leashes, dog ears, reader forces katsuki to bark, reader is purposefully mean to izuku, mlm (they are forced to makeout), hand jobs, slight orgasm control, tons of sappy nicknames
A/N: hi guys!! welcome to day 1!! fun fact, this randomly got posted in the middle of the night some random day in september. fuck tumblr que, idk what happened. but here we are LOL
You'll never get used to it. Having two pro-heros as your dogs. Kneeling at your feet, only in their boxers, silently waiting for their owners command. It was a dopamine rush every time the three of you went into this headspace.
They both had on their designated personally designed collars. The sweet one had a red leather one, that complimented his pleading green eyes perfectly. The brat wore a light pink sparkly collar. He had fumed the first time he saw it, yelling at you to fuck off and refusing to put it on. But after you put a muzzle on him the rest of the night, he shut his mouth. He still gets pissed when you clip it on him, but instead grumbles to himself, not wanting to risk the horrible metal muzzle. Besides, he knows you only do it to get a rise out of him. So on most nights you gave him his usual black spiked collar. Obviously tonight you were feeling more teasing.
The muzzle and a gag lay next to you in case either of them decide to act out. Izuku of course wouldnt ever dare to purposely disobey in this mental state. But he had a huge problem of talking. Dogs arent supposed to talk, so next to you lays a cartoon bone shaped gag, waiting to be put into Izukus mouth.
Tonight the two of them were leashed together, a pretty but simple black leash divided into two different clips. Their section was small, so the two of them were forced to sit shoulder to shoulder with one another to prevent pulling at the leather.
They also wore their puppy ear headbands, just because you were feeling special today. Izuku has green floppy ears, and Katsuki, blonde pointy ones. You also had tails designed for them, but that would involve some…prepping. So the collars, ears, and leash were enough for today.
You sit on the bed, crossed legs, with you wrapped around the end of the leash. You give it a hesitant tug and the two of them collapse forward, Izuku with a small whine and Katsuki with a glare, immediately bringing himself back onto his knees, pulling Izuku with him.
You reach forward to pat the both of them on the head. Izuku preens, looking down with clenched fist and a blushing smile. Katsuki looks away with a huff, but you know thats the best you'll get out of him.
“Look at my boys,” You coo, “You guys are so precious.” You gently pull the leash upward so that the two of them are forced to look up at you.
Izuku beams at you, feeling himself buzz from the praise. “Thank you, Y/N! I want to be good for you today! Even Kacchan says he does too–” You give him a sickly sweet smile, nodding your head and humming at him. He is completely unaware of you trailing your hand toward the gag, waiting for him to finish his rambling so you can shove it on him.
Katsuki’s eyes flicker to your hands immediately and his eyes widen. It doesn't take much for him to realize his situation. The two of them are tied together. That definitely means something, and Izuku hasn't seemed to realize it yet.
The two of them were in this together. If Izuku gets punished, the chances of the metal muzzle coming on are high. “We will be your good-”
Katsuki flings his hand over the others mouth, the force of it pushing Izuku over. The blonde topples forward with him, from the short binding leather. Izuku lands on his back and Katsuki lands on top of him with a groan.
You laugh hysterically and the boys both flush in embarrassment, making eye contact with eachother. Katsuki quickly pulls himself up and Izuku is forced to follow – not that he minded. They sit back on their knees both red in the face, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at eachother.
You pat the blondes hair, and he gulps. “Good boy, Katsuki! Poor Izu almost got gagged, that would be too bad, right puppy?” You smile, turning your gaze to the freckled boy who is nodding his head frantically, hating the gag as much as Katsuki hates the muzzle. It makes his jaw hurt, and the drool is humiliating.
You continue to run your fingers through Katsukis hair as a reward and he unconscioully leans into the touch, still unused to the praise. “I guess we don't need a muzzle today either!” Red eyes widen and he tries not to seem to excited at the thought. He gulps, and looks away, clenching at the thin fabric that fails to cover his leaking cock. You chuckle at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple. Izukus eyes flicker to you, clutching his fist to hide his obvious jealousy of the affection.
“What should I do with the two of you?” You hum, admiring the leash in your hand. The boys gulp, and Izuku wants nothing more than to speak, so he bites his tongue to keep himself silent. Katsuki grows weary, wondering what type of mood you were in today.
“Should I make the two of you fuck eachother?” Izuku whines, leaning forward to rest his head on your knee, to wordlessly show his disapproval. You chuckle and bring your hand to his curly green hair, and notice that Katsuki is scowling at you, having the same view.
You know they prefer it when you are involved. They always complain its not as fun without you, and besides who would give them orders? What will two dogs do without a owner to command them?
“Alright, I've got an idea.” They peer up at you, Izuku still in your lap. “We are going to do some training!” They both flinch, eyes flickering to each other in a silent agreement. This will most likely be something not so pleasant. “I was thinking we try some obedience exercises? C'mere get on the bed you two.”
Katsuki begins to stand and you yank the leash forward, causing the both of them to fall over, foreheads resting next to the carpet. “I don't remember dogs standing.” The blonde fumes, trying not to yell at you. He hates being dragged around.
Izuku paws at the edge of the bed, glancing back at Katsuki to follow. He rolls his eyes with a grumble, but follows behind, on his hands and knees as well. Izuku sits so close to you, that he is practically in your lap. He seems to be vibrating with excitement, hoping you will be kind to him today. You rub his cheek, and he beams for you, nuzzling into your hand.
Katsuki, dramatically, sits as far away as he can, which isnt far due to the leash attached to Izuku. You smile at him at he gulps. “C'mere Kats,” You say, patting your lap.
He nods hesitantly, and climbs into your lap, looking away when you kiss his cheek. Izuku lets out a small whine and rests his hand on your thigh, obviously jealous of the positioning. “We are gonna play a little game.” Red eyes catch yours. “I am going to give out an order and the both of you are to follow them. Easy right?”
Katsuki pauses for a second. Following commands was what he struggled with the most. His pride always got the better of him. He gulps, but nods.
Izuku on the other hand, is nodding his head with a grin. This was easy for him, and he was always happy to please you. Just a couple of orders and then you will get to touch him. He could do that with his eyes closed.
“Good boys! Now paw.” You set the leash down and hold out both of your hands flat. Izuku rests his hand in yours in an instant, leaning in closer to hopefully get praised. Katsuki glances at you, and then the hand, and silently places his open hand on yours. He looks away while doing it, slightly embarrassed.
“Good job Katsuki!” You praise, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. He grumbles under his breath, but the tips of his ears go pink. Izuku leans forward and waits for you to kiss his own cheek, but you don't make an effort to look at him. He whines for it, and you glance at him, a malicious smile on your face. “Dont be spoiled Izuku,” You coo, pickingup the leash and gently pulling on it, causing the both of them to lean closer.
Izuku slightly pouts, but nods. Katsuki feels uneasy; Izuku always gets praised. Something was going on.
“Alright. Now kiss.” In an instant Izuku is pouncing on the other, and Katsuki topples over at the force of the movement. He lets out an annoyed groan when Izuku's lips lock desperately with his. Izuku on the other hand is moaning into it, slightly dramaticizing the sound to hopefully coax something out of you.
You sit and watch, trying to not laugh at how different the two are in this situation. Izuku seems to be suffocating Katsuki with his tongue, while the blonde is pushing on his chest to force him off. “Alright, enough,” You command, and just like that, Izuku is pulling away, grabbing Katsuki by his collar, and pulling him up with him.
Izuku this time crawls into your lap, practically purring from how content he feels in the position. But to his dismay, you shoo him off, pushing at his chest with a stern glare. “Did I say you can sit there, dog?”
He gulps, hands trembling, and surprised at your tone. Not only that, but you called him, dog. Not puppy, or sweet boy, his usual nicknames that you give him. Did he do something bad?
Katsuki glances at him, kinda feeling a bit bad for him, but not bad enough to say anything. He feels your hand grab at his collar, and force him forward until he is in your lap again, your hand petting his hair. He peesr back at Izuku who was dragged forward, and looking up at Katsuki with hurt eyes. Jealousy, most likely, and maybe confusion of why the blonde gets to sit there and not him.
“Speak, Puppy,” You demand, tapping on Katsukis jaw.
Izuku makes a frantic woofing noise, loud enough that your eyes trail to him. The scarred hand is back on your thigh, and big green eyes peer up at you. Your facial expression doesn't change, but your words cut him like ice. “I didn't ask you to bark, mutt.” You turn back to Katsuki, ignoring the pleading stare from your right. “Speak, Katsuki.”
Bakugou pauses, his face flushed in embarrassment. This is where things got tricky. He would rather die than do something so humiliating. It was one thing to put the ears on and “look” like a dog, but to act like one is some sort of degrading thing. His pride would never let him do something as pathetic as that.
He scowls at his hands, avoiding the burning gaze on the back of his neck. You hum at him, grabbing his chin, and forcing him to look at you. “Katsukiiii,” You purr, hoping to encourage him.
He shakes his head, huffing out, and ignoring your words. The force of your hands on his jaw gets rougher, and the blonde knows you are beginning to lose patience. He can see Izuku begin to squirm uncomfortably, waiting for him.
Your eyes peer into his, and your words come out slow, every syllable seeming to have a command behind it. “C’mon puppy,” You murmur, “bark for me.”
A couple seconds go by and he doesn't make a noise. You sigh and let go of his chin. “Well, I guess nobody gets to cum tonight. How sad, I was so excited to play with you guys.”
Izuku grabs onto Katsuki frantically, eyes wide and pleading. He has been waiting for this all week, no way was he willing to give it up for his childhood friend's pride. They were being treated like dogs for god sake, the first step was giving up your ego for pleasure.
The blonde glares at Izuku, but then glances at you, who is beginning to reach forward and take off his collar. You were being serious, and that fact sent shivers down his spine.
“W-Woof?”
It's quiet, meek and nervous. Izuku covers his mouth to hold back a giggle, watching the other turn a bright shade of pink. “Louder,” You encourage, resting your head in the palm of your hand, growing more and more entertained by the second.
“Woof. Woof,” He tries, but it sounds more robotic, than dog like. He grips at his boxers, and can feel tears of humiliation prick at his eyes.
“Relax, Kats. What do dogs sound like?” You whisper, petting his head, and trying to hold back a coo, because of how tense he looks.
Izuku inches forward to the blonde, nodding at him when the two make eye contact. Katsuki gulps, and takes a deep breath. “Arf! Woof! Woof! Ruff?”
You begin to laugh, and Katsuki wants to curl up in a ball and die. He feels Izuku's hand on hisback, patting it encouragingly, but he doesn't have enough energy to bite back at him. So he lets the green haired boy continue, waiting for your giggling to stop.
You pull at the leash, and the two come forward, looking at you. You dont spare Izuku a glance, focusing solely on Katsuki. “Good boy! You did so well for me!” You praise, giving him a peck on his mouth and ruffling his hair affectionately.
He tries not to let the praise get to him, but the tint of his cheeks say otherwise. “F-Fuck you,” Katsuki mumbles, gripping at your thigh.
Izuku's eyes widen at the spoken words, and his eyes immediately flicker to the gag and muzzle. He also grabs onto your leg, hoping you wont use them. “Ah ah ah,” You tutt, “You know puppies dont speak. I'll forgive it just this once since you are doing so good for me.”
He nods, trying not to roll his eyes. “Now, lets get to the fun stuff. Katsuki definitely deserves a reward for passing his training! Right, Izuku?”
Whenever this is going, Izuku seems to not be involved. He gives you a sheepish glance, clinging closer to you. He was listening to, why isn't he getting a reward? And it didn't make sense, why were you calling him a mutt and dog, just previous to this. Katsuki was the one to get the harsh treatment by you due to his bratty nature, but Izuku didn't do anything wrong.
Red eyes meet green, and Izuku pauses. Then he sighs, and turns to you, nodding meekly. You barely look at him, but smile. “Now, lets get these off of you sweet boy,” You murmur, grabbing onto his boxers and beginning to pull them down. Katsukis eyes slightly widen, but he allows you to, jumping when the cool air kisses his skin.
Izuku stares from the spot behind the two. Watching the way Bakugou's boxers get tossed aside, and how your hand moves onto his thigh. But the only thought that was repeating in his head, was the name you called him. Sweet boy.
It was his. You have never called Katsuki that, because Katsuki isn't sweet. He isn't the docile and obedient one, the sweet one. Why are you calling Katsuki by his named? It didn't make any sense, and Izuku felt himself bite the inside of his cheek.
“Cmon, show Izuku your pretty cock, Katsuki,” You tease, turning him around in your lap, so that his back is touching your chest. The two of them make eye contact, and Katsuki is the first to fume red, hiding his face into your neck while his cock stands proudly on display. Izuku whines, feeling his own pulse against the thin fabric of his briefs.
Your hands travel to Katsukis dick, forming a makeshift hole, and beginning to stroke it up and down. “Lets test how trained you are Izuku.” He perks up at his name, practically vibrating that you finally acknowledged him. “No touching yourself till Katsuki cums. Easy right?” He pauses, frowning slightly. This is what he struggled with the most. How needy he gets.
It's not his fault, but the second he gets into bed with you or Katsuki, he just gets…excited. Constantly thinking about how quickly he can cum, and how many times he can go without falling asleep. His sex drive was high, although he gets too embarrassed to admit it. But you know him well enough by now.
“If you don't, the two of you dont get to cum for two weeks.”
Two pairs of eyes snap toward you in an instant. A threat like that would practically kill Izuku, and Katsuki also was not in favor of waiting that long. The two of them make a silent agreement, and Izuku slowly places his hands behind his back, clasping them together and waiting. If they dont stray from this position, it will be fine.
You grin at him, but then focus your attention on Katsuki. You open his thighs, slapping him gently when he tries to close them from embarrassment, to give Izuku a full view. One of your hand finds his nipples, and the other wraps around his cock.
Izuku stares at your slow, sensual movements. The way your hand pumps Bakugou, and the way the blonde lets out a shaky breath. He is still tense under Izuku's view, but Izuku assumed he would be. Katsuki got nervous being watched, and you liked to exploit that. You always teased him about how cute he was, even when the blonde scowled at you with a pink face.
Even now, Katsuki seemed to have a pinched brow. He glances at Midoriya, baring his teeth slightly, and then looking away. He probably didn't like how vulnerable he was right now. The only one naked, and getting touched.
Izuku would kill to be in his position.
“There you go. Feeling better now, puppy?” You coo, pressing light kisses onto his neck. He seems to melt at the sweet words, hating how easy it was you to make his heartbeat to pick up. He nods slightly, and finally falls slump against your chest, trying his best to ignore Izuku's ruthless stare.
Your hand rubs over the head, thumbing at the slit, and then moves back down to pump him some more. Your other hand cups his balls, and begins to fondle them gently. His breath begins to pick up from the intense feelings, and his hips begin to rock into your hand. Katsuki’s eyes fall shut, and he rests the back of his head on your shoulder, slightiy tilting his head upward.
And as Katsuki finally begins to relax, Izuku finds himself growing uneasy. He gulps, and glances at his briefs, sighing when he sees the dampening spot from where his cock lay. He was too hard, and the boxers were making him uncomfortable. He wants them off.
But he is not willing to risk it. So he plays with his hands behind his back, and shutters whenever he hears Katsuki moan out. He inches closer to the two of you, just until his knee touches the blondes upper leg.
A drop of pre leaks from the blondes tip, and both Izuku and Katsuki make a noise. Katsuki a groan, and Izuku, a pained whine. He was unbelievably jealous, and every cell in his body screamed at him to touch himself. Make the pain go away. Bakugou gets to feel good, why cant he?
“F-Fuckkkk,” Katsuki groans out, and you laugh, and then tilt his head to to the side, and press your lips onto his. Izuku makes a choked yelp, eyes widening and hands coming undone to grip at your shirt. It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair. His cock was weeping by now, begging for any sort of touch, and it hurt.
But you didn't care, and the sloppy noises of you are Bakugou's lips together made him let out a shaky, hurt breath. Katsuki grabs onto the back of your neck, pulling your closer, and opening his mouth to slip his tongue in yours. The hand hasn't stopped its motions and Izuku can hear the slight whimpers the blonde unconsciously lets out. The whimpers that go straight to his trapped dick.
Izuku glances at you, and then his black briefs. You weren't looking, obviously very much distracted with Katsuki, and he could easily touch himself without you knowing. Just a graze of his palm, thats all he needed. Something to ease the intense discomfort. His hand inches from hid thigh, and closer to his cock.
But you seemed to read his mind, pulling away slightly, and peering back at him. Katsuki is panting, and moaning into your neck, while your eyes glance at the scarred hand. “Whatcha doing, mutt? Can't go a couple minutes without touching yourself? You are acting more like a bitch in heat, than a puppy. Isn't that right, Kats?”
Katsuki doesn't really seemed to care, just nodding slightly and bucking his hips into your closed palm. He was only thinking about his own pleasure, but he agrees anyways with a low groan.
Izukus eyes widen and he pulls his hand away in an instant, tears welling up from frustration and your words. He shakes his hand frantically, leaning in closer to hopefully convey how desperate he was. He didn't touch himself; he listened to you.
“No. Keep your hand there, dog,” You scold, and Izuku nods quickly, scrambling to place his hand back onto his thigh. Inches away from his dick.
You nod, and then suddenly, without letting either of the boys know, push Katsuki onto Izuku. Not hard, just enough for the blonde to balance either arms on Izuku's shoulders. His frame casts a shadow on the freckled boy, and he looks up to see Katsukis flushed appearance staring down at him. His ruby eyes are widen slightly in shock, but his mouth is open, and he is panting.
But the worst thing about it all, was that Katsuki's bare cock was meerly inches from his. Your hand remains wrapped around it, and once situated, begins to pump again. It sends Katsuki groaning, and resting his head on Izuku's neck.
Izuku's hand twitches, and he bucks his hips up into the air, just centimeters from touching Katsuki. He feels a drop of pre hit his thigh, and he whimpers, closing his eyes to pretend it doesn't exist. It's not fair. Its not fair. Its not fair.
“Open your eyes Izuku. Look at how pretty Katsuki looks.”
He shakily nods, and tears begin to drip down his face. This was mean. Jacking Katsuki off basically inches away from his own throbbing cock. Izuku didnt deserve this. He knows he didnt deserve this.
He feels Katsukis hot breath on his neck, and he shivers. Green eyes dont leave the lewd sight in front of him, and he feels like he is going insane. His hands begins inches his way toward his bulge, and he gulps, shivering when it comes closer and closer to the spot that will make all the pain go away.
Katsuki, takes notice to this quickly, and pins the hand to his thigh before he could reach it. “Dont you fucking dare,” he hisses into Izukus ear, quite enough so that you dont hear. Red eyes glare up at him, and Izuku looks away.
He feels angry at Katsuki’s words. How mean he was being, when he was getting all the praise and touch. They are supposed to share you, how was this fair? “You don't understand what I'm going through,” Izuku mumbles back, his tearful eyes glaring at him.
“I fucking–” You cover his mouth before he could say anything. Katsukis lidded eyes sneer at him, but they seem to roll back when you thumb at his tip.
“Are you two fighting?” You question, gently squeezing the head a little too hard in warning. Katsuki lets out a whimper, and the both shake their heads frantically, slightly panicked on what you would do if you found out.
You hum, and continue your movements. The blonde sighs out, and you release your hold on his mouth. But, his hand continues to stay on top of Izuku’s, not letting him move.
Midoriya's hand twitches from beneath his, and he nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand on his leg. His eyes widen, and he shivers under the lightness of your touch. It barely grazes the surface, and it sends a lightly ticklish feeling up his spine. It was moving closer to his bulge, an obvious tease, and Izuku feels himself begin to pant. He wants to touch himself so badly. Tears continue to fall down, and he screws his eyes shut with a sniffle.
Katsuki on the other hand, seems to be in heaven. He has a slight grin on his face, and he's moaning out with every stroke. He is approaching his high in a matter of seconds. You take notice to the way his body begins to jerk, and the slight higher pitch in his moans. “Do you want to cum, Katsuki?”
He nods his head slowly, breathing into the crook of Izuku's neck, while the other trembles. “Then beg.”
He sighs, but then immediately begins his frantic words. “I need–” You send a slap to his thigh, and he yelps, turning back to you and scowling.
“Don't be a brat. Beg like a dog,” You scold, tone fierce toward him for the first time tonight. It surprises him, and your eyes travel down toward the leash, threatening to grab it if he doesn't abide.
But Bakugou was already at his limits. He was going to cum any minute now, so he doesn't care about his pride any longer. Tears begin to coat his own eyes, and he flushes with embarrassment. “Woof! Arf! Arf! Woof!! P-Please!”
A tear drop lands on Izuku's face, and his whole body tenses. Katsuki looked…so pretty like this. He needs to readjust his pants, he needs to take off some of the weight. He feels tight, sticky from the amount of pre trapped in the fabric with him. And the noises Katsuki is making, makes his head spin, and sweat bead at his temples.
“Of course Katsuki, good puppy, you can cum all you want.”
You grab onto his cock, and give it a couple more pumps, before directing it toward Izuku's crotch. Within seconds of your premission, Bakugou buries his teeth into Izuku's neck, and moans. Its loud, but muffled by the skin. His whole body trembles, and cum flies out and lands on top of Izuku’s boxers.
Midoriya heaves, eyes widening as he watches Katsuki. He shivers at the feeling of teeth in his neck, and holds back a cry. He feels a dampening feeling land on his clothed cock, and doesnt have to do much guessing what it is.
He glances at the pool of cum stuck on his boxers, and then back to you, and finally breaks down and sobs. “Please touch me! Woof! Woof! I cant–Arf! I'm going insane, owner, owner please please please!” He rambles, voice raw from his cries.. He continues to bark, mewl, make any sound to voice his desperation.
Katsuki comes down from his high when Izuku starts hiccuping. His mind is blank, but the sounds Izuku was making was pitiful, and it bugged him. He glances at you, and you nod. He slowly pulls away from the boy, and sits down next to him. He is exhausted, but very much content, basking in the post orgasm glow.
Then, you move toward Izuku, kissing his cheek while he sobs and pinches the skin of his thighs, probably trying to stop the urge from touching himself. You pet his head, stroking the fake ears, and run your finger under his collar. Then, you grab his hands and pull them away before he could hurt himself. He peers up at you, and sniffles, using the back of his hand to wipe the tears. “Did so well, sweet boy. I'm sorry, that was mean of me wasnt it? Do you want to cum?”
He lets out a meek, “Woof,” and cries into your neck, every part of his body shaking. He nods, and tears begin to stain your shirt. Even through it all, he played the role till the very end.
Your hand travels to the bulge, and he doesn't even get a moment to process it before he is cumming. His body shakes with tremors and he screams into your neck. Katsuki watches with wide eyes as Izuku stains his pants.
It's like you knew this was going to happen. You play with his hair and coo at him, and then turn to motion Katsuki forward. He stares at the trembling boy, but abides, resting his hands on your thigh. Izuku slumps onto you, hiccuping from his sobs, but finally looking content. He buries his face into your neck, practically wagging his tail.
You pat the both of them on the head. “Good job, my adorable little puppies. Now was that so hard?”
They both look up at you, and give you the most pathetic but meaningful glare two dogs could give you.
The thick mahogany door creaked open as you stirred Katsuki’s favourite spicy noodles in the pot. A low grunt echoed as Katsuki pulled off his heavy combat boots, almost tripping himself up as he stumbles into the living room.
He looked an absolute mess; hair ruffled with chunks of debris lurched precariously amongst the dandelion fluff; blood caked into the microfibres of his shirt and arms, his frown lines embedded deep into his face.
“Hi sweetheart. Bad day at work?” You murmured to him, slowing the bubbling of the noodles and gently approaching him. He had a tendency to slip into fight or flight mode after a particularly rough day at work; your face could melt into one of a villains in the span of an excited hug, often leading to cries of “no Suki, it’s me!”. You learned his triggers, and abided by them solemnly.
Your hands caressed his shoulders, taking in his dishevelled appearance. Fiery eyes blinked slowly into yours, thoughts still chugging away. This was also a nasty side effect of his job; sometimes it took him a while to process his feelings after a horrible day, leaving him nonverbal and heartbreakingly vulnerable.
He looked into your eyes desperately, mouth attempting to talk but only allowing gaspy breaths to leave. You smiled at him softly as you removed his eye mask.
“You don’t have to speak, my love. Let’s just eat and forget this entire day, alright? I washed the sheets with that laundry detergent you like, and we can continue reading that book we started. Does that sound okay to you?” You asked him. You found that it was still appreciated to include him in decision making, even in this current state.
Katsuki managed a small nod as you kissed him gently and escorted him to the table. A steaming bowl of ramen was placed lovingly in front of him, the waft of eye-watering spices tantalising his nose. He managed to pick up his chopsticks with trembling hands, before attempting to scoop up a bite.
The ramen plopped off the chopsticks tauntingly, splashing Katsuki in the cheek. He let out an annoyed grunt before attempting again, only to be met with the same reaction.
You lowered your chopsticks and looked at him with worry. Just what happened today to make him so upset?
“Suki? Are you alright?” You asked him gently. For some reason, this was the straw that broke the camel’s back as he released a singular sob. Then another. Then another. Until the poor man was trembling so harshly he nearly fell off his seat.
You rushed over to your husband, arms shielding him protectively as he bawled into your arms. Gentle arms rocked him soothingly, threading your fingers through his ash blonde locks.
“I know, my love, I know. Let it out, just get it out of your system. You’re safe here, nothing can go wrong. I’ve got you. You’re safe and warm in my arms,” you consoled him as his tears stained your shirt.
You didn’t bother with the “I understand what you’re going through” bullshit or convince him that you knew he did the best he could because that was not what he needed to hear. He just needed you to be his grounding anchor, someone to rest his weary body against and to relinquish his sorrows.
“That’s it, my love. Get those horrible memories out,” you murmured as Katsuki clung to you intensely. It took a good twenty minutes for his sobs to progress to hiccups and then to the occasional sniffle. He looked at you after he was done crying, as if he was actually looking at you for the first time in years.
“Welcome back, Suki. I missed you baby,” you kissed his nose and rested his forehead against yours as he slowed his breathing.
“‘M sorry you had to see that. I’m a fucking pro hero for fuck’s sake, I can’t be getting that emotional,” he muttered lowly.
Although he never intended to fall in love with you, it felt like fate. Your love was like emerging into a breath-taking grassy valley after spending years alone in a sewer. Your kindness and warmth is akin to the quirk that flows through his blood, crackling and soothing. You were like a goddess, cursed to fall in love with the foolish mortal who had in turn been incapsulated by your beauty. He needed you to breath, more than the oxygen pumping his unworthy lungs.
“Katsuki, you’re more than just a pro hero. You’re human too, a human blessed with a power that allows him to save people. You work in a job that is so, so dangerous and see things that would leave other people begging for death. You forget that you’re human too, so please don’t blame yourself for acting like one,” you lifted his teary cheeks up and kissed his forehead.
He could feel his eyes sting with unshed tears. You smiled at him and gently held his hand, massaging the tough callouses.
“I think you need to take some time off, sweetie. You’re struggling to eat, and I’m not having you collapse because your hands won’t stop trembling,” you said firmly, shushing any protest that came out of your husband’s mouth.
“Now. If you like, I can make you a sandwich if ramen isn’t working for you, and I’ll go run you a bath to clean up,” you told him, looking at him for approval.
“Something with meat in it, please,” he asked quietly.
“Of course baby.”
Katsuki’s bath went off without any major troubles; it wasn’t unusual for him to take his anger out in the comfort of the bath, where tears could roll down his face but could blame it on the scorching bath water. Well, before you turned down the water a few degrees to stop him from burning.
He ambled out smelling of his usual scented bath soak, hair freshly washed and stubble shaved. He looked better, and yet the bags under his eyes were yet to move. He found you lounging on the bed, reading a book by lampshade, and he swore his heart has never beat any faster. Just the simple domestic act of reading in bed, his bed, comfy in his stretched skull t-shirt and a pair of his boxers.
Your book was gently closed and set aside as you smiled at him.
“Hi baby, how was your bath?” You asked him, petting the bed beside you. Katsuki let out a tired hum.
“Was nice, thanks. Nice ‘n warm,” he mumbled, not quite looking you in the eye. You immediately caught on to this.
“Suki? Are you sure there’s nothing upsetting you? You can tell me anything, you know,” you offer worriedly. Katsuki sighed.
“It’s nothing, just… we had a call in today about a villain terrorising a local town. Smoke and debris everywhere, really fuckin’ awful. Kirishima and Dunce Face were there but.. we weren’t enough. A young woman about our age died in my arms, begging for me to find her daughter. And when we did find them…” Katsuki stopped himself when you rested your hand on his shoulder.
“I can’t help but think. What if there’s a day where I’m not there, and you’re hurt, or worse and I can’t save you? What if you get hurt so bad due to my incapability to save everyone, and I’m left alone?! I can’t fucking lose you, I don’t know what the fuck I would do without you!” He placed his head against your shoulder and allowed the tears to fall, the day finally catching up to him as he let out his anxieties.
“Oh my love, I’m not going anywhere. I trust you more than anything to keep me safe,” you murmured.
“P-please make it go away mama,” he whimpered, tearfully rolling his hips against your thigh. You were surprised and a little concerned.
“Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re upset and had a bad day-” you were cut off by a sob.
“D-did I do something wrong? Please, I don’t wanna think anymore mama, make it go away! I don’t like these thoughts, jus’ wanna be yours!” He whimpered as you stroked his side.
“Alright my love, settle down. As soon as you feel any discomfort, and I mean any at all, you’re safe-wording right away. Do you understand Suki?” You asked him, deadly serious. Katsuki nodded his head intensely, desperate to be your good boy.
“Alright then. Get mama her toys and prep yourself whilst I get ready.”
Katsuki lay nestled in amongst the satin bed sheets, gripping them as tightly as he physically could. The bed sheets grounded him slightly, the soft feeling between callused fingers stopping him from losing his mind as you teased your silicone cock against his ass cheeks.
You smiled lovingly at him before drawing small circles on his quivering hole. He looked sweet like this, so vulnerable and exposed.
“Mph, how are you doing sweetheart? You enjoying this baby?” You murmured into his ear. Katsuki let out a combination of a grunt and a whine simultaneously as you continued to circle his tight little hole.
“Aww, such a cute little slut. You look so adorable, trying not to cum,” you teased, sliding one finger into Katsuki’s ass. He let out a whine at the intrusion, biting the pillow that lay under him. You let out another giggle.
“Shut the fuck up and just- hngh! Fuck me already!” He demanded, voice slightly muffled by the pillow.
“My my, such a needy boy, aren’t we Suki? Just let me take care of you, such a good boy,” you coo into his ear. Katsuki’s face turned a deep pink at your reading before grinding his ass back to meet your knuckle.
A smile graced your face as you added another finger. Katsuki let out another whimper as you shushed and soothed him.
“I know, sweet boy. I don’t want to hurt your cute little ass, so we have to make sure it’s stretched properly. Look at you being so good, I’m sure you’re desperate to cum,” you murmured into his ear. It was such a breath of fresh air having him like this; pliant, needy and willing to submit. It was so sweet seeing him abandon his big, nasty feelings for a bit and allow himself to become brain-dead mush by your hand.
“Mph, p-please, I- I need to cum!” He begged, fingers flexing and leaky cock rutting against the sheets.
“I’ll tell you what baby, take one more finger and I’ll let you cum, alright? Can you be a good boy and hold it?” You cooed. Katsuki nodded his head quicker than anything you had ever seen, biting his emotional support pillow as you placed in the third finger.
“Such a good baby boy for me Kats, such an obedient little puppy. Look at your thighs, they’re trembling so hard! I can’t imagine how badly you want to cum,” you giggled sultry in his ear.
Katsuki couldn’t see from the lustful tears in his eyes, only focusing on trying to contain his sperm. Your fingers worked diligently, pumping deep and slow, making careful tries to brush his prostate.
“Mph, feelsh sho good mama, so fuckin’ go-ahh!” Katsuki whined as he came, white semen streaking the sheets underneath you. Your hands grabbed into his needy cock, pumping it quickly. Katsuki squirmed and cried underneath you, overstimulation already kicking in.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll get all of those icky thoughts out of that pretty little head,” you cooed. You ceased pumping his ass and turned your attentions to his adorable nipples, turning pink and hard at each passing minute.
“Go on your back, pup. Show me those pretty tits of yours,” you commanded gently, landing a delicate smack to his porcelain ass. Katsuki whimpered and immediately did as he was told, spreading his legs and arching his back.
“Look at these juicy fucking tits, I love them so much. How can that dumb little head think I’d leave you alone when you look so delicious under me,” you groaned in pleasure. Your husband’s face melted in absolute euphoria.
Nimble fingers began poking, pulling and flicking each pebbled nipple until your husband was hiccuping from masochistic pleasure, back arching off the bed.
“You’re so fucking cute, already to cum on mama just from her playing with your nipples? Well, alright then. Cum as hard as you want,” you gave him permission.
“Ngh, thank you mama, fank you so much,” he mewled as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, cum spraying from his tip and up your back.
“Suki baby? What’s your colour?” You asked him worriedly, afraid you pushed him too soon.
“G-green, please don’t stop,” he begged, grabbing your hips and rolling his reddening cock against your clothed core. You ached with need, but tonight was about your husband.
“If you promise, baby,” your dominant nature returning.
“Are you ready for me to blow your back out, puppy? Do you want mama to turn your silly little brains to mush whilst you ache and groan on my cock?” You teased him.
“Please mama! Lemme suck your cock, Suki can do it! I’m a good boy!” He whined. Jesus, he was so deep in subspace that it was gonna take him a month to come out.
“Okay then baby, get on the floor, on your knees. Show me that smart little mouth,” you ordered. Katsuki scrambled to the floor, eager to please you.
“Open wide, Suki, and hollow your cheeks. Remember to relax your throat,” you coaxed him, patting the silicone against his tongue. He took the first inch and suckled on it seductively, tongue flicking around the tip as he grasped your thigh. You rubbed small circles to keep him grounded.
He tried taking another few inches, head bobbing and pulling away to kiss the underside of your cock. His usually sharp tongue did an excellent job at running up and down your cock, making your core throb with need.
“You needy little whore. Look at you, showing off that cute little mouth. God, I could just shove this down your throat,” you growled, eyes widening when he managed to deepthroat all 6.5 inches of plastic.
Lewd sounds of sucking and saliva dripping filled the room as Katsuki choked and gagged on the fake cock as his throat memorised every vein and wrinkle. It was snug and he couldn’t breath fully, but it felt like home.
His stomach began to tighten, impending another orgasm. Yours began to tighten too, just needing that final push.
“God I fucking love sucking your cock mama, tastes so fuckin’ good,” he murmured as he deepthroated once more. His hips rolled against your thigh as the two of you came together, your juices dripping down Katsuki’s face. He licked them up eagerly before displaying his tongue.
“Get your ass on that fucking bed so I can destroy you,” you growled. Katsuki followed immediately as you hoisted his ankles above your shoulders and sheathed your cock in him in one fell swoop.
“Ngh, ah~! Mama, please, AH!” He hiccuped as you pounded his ass ferociously, his whole body bouncing due to the ferocity. His tits jiggled alongside him, eyes crossing in pleasure as his tongue lolled outside his mouth.
“God I fucking love this little puppycunt, you’re fucking mine forever. I’ll fuck you every day to remind you of that, do you understand? You’re my husband, I’ll fuck your brains out whenever you ask. Any time that stupid little brain of yours tells you otherwise, I’ll pump you so full of cum you’ll end up pregnant,” you grunted like a fucking animal, hips speeding up at each slap of his ass cheeks.
The room was filled with the sound of skin-on-silicone and a cacophony of harmonious and broken moans that put the choirs of churches to shame.
Katsuki was utterly gone; meaningless babbles of “more” and harder, please!” were reduced to mindless mewls and cries. Your hands found his as you chased your climax together.
“Fuckin’ cum with me baby, that’s it. That’s my good fucking boy, cum for me!” You cried in pleasure, your body feeling white hot as your orgasm peaked. Katsuki looked like he was having an outer body experience; tongue lolling, eyes almost closed and body a deep red.
You pulled your strap out, making a small whine pull out from your fucked out husband. Your hands massaged his cheeks as you simpered at him.
“I know baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”
After Katsuki was wiped down with a damp towel, hand fed a bottle of water and a wasabi mint, he snuggled up next to you. His head was placed over your heart, slowly falling asleep to the steady beat.
“I told you Suki. I’m not going anywhere.” Katsuki opened his eye a crack before snuggling back in.
“If you do, then tell me. Because home is whenever I’m with you.”
("Possessive and Dom" Katsuki wasn’t so possessive I just ended up making him utterly in love with the reader lol.)
Warnings: not fully proofread, Praise & Degrading (Mostly praise.), unprotected sex, sub-Katsuki in the second half, clit rubbing, squirting in the second half, afab reader
Possessive and Dominant Katsuki who fucks like he owns you. Treating you like nothing but a sex doll, bending you to fit his wants.
“Yer’ so greedy, you know that. An attention whore.” Katsuki groaned into your ear, pounding into you mercilessly. Your back hit the wall continuously but you could care less about that with the way his cock was dragging against your walls, hitting that spot without missing a beat. You could care less about how the belt of his hero suit kept scratching the back of your thigh when he was rubbing your clit at the exact right pace. You could care less about the uncomfortable scrunch of your skirt around your waist or the carpet burn your panty was giving you after being hastily pushed to the side when he was spewing both praise and degrading words in your ear. “Come, pretty girl. You deserve it even when you’re acting like a slut.” You listened letting out a loud moan, forming a white ring around his cock. “That’s all? You can give me more than that.” He said rubbing your clit faster determined to see you gush clear liquid.
Or..
Submissive Katsuki who fucks like a rabbit. So desperate and pussydrunk fucking you into the mattress. Caging you in so you have no choice but to take what he’s giving.
Katsuki whimpered and whined as he pounded you into the mattress wanting nothing more than to reach his end with you. His arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing you against him as if he wanted your bodies to merge.
It was barely noticeable to you as all you could feel was his hard cock dragging against your walls and the ringing in your ears since you hadn’t calmed down from your previous orgasms. “Feels so good baby- You feel so good.” Katsuki continued babbling slurred sentences and incoherent words, thrusting like he was in heat.
“Come. Wanna see you come.” He mumbled as if you hadn’t already a few times before. His moans got louder as his high rapidly approached him “m’ so close love. Come with me- please.” His thrusts finally faltered as he rubbed swift circles on your clit. You let out a loud whine clenching around him as clear liquid gushed out of you.
Katsuki followed suit matching your volume as he watched the white ring around his cock drip down onto the bed.
