pro hero!katsuki x girlfriend!fem reader — katsuki’s exhausted from his weekly patrols as a pro hero, he might need to relief some of that exhaustion onto something else.
.ᐟ.ᐟ CW: characters are adults, suggestive, smut, oral sex (f receiving), slightly degrading, praising, use of food, dry humping, chocking, the pro hero suit STAYS ON, sexual themes, katsuki’s hungry, brat!reader becomes needy asf.
‘Damn day, I’m fucking exhausted.’ Your boyfriend sighed as he got home from his weekly night patrol.
‘You still up?’ He walked over to you in the kitchen. His calloused hands grabbed your waist from behind you as you were focused on preparing your meal. ‘Hmmm….’ His voice felt like a low growl next to your ear.
‘Hungry?’ You asked. ‘Tch… not for ramen’ he said, next to your ear, making you shiver.
His grip on your waist tightened. His hands always felt like you couldn’t escape them the second they landed on your body. ‘Be patient kats, i gotta eat first.’ You added, turning to face him.
‘What if i can’t fucking wait hmm?’ His face got closer, you could scent his nitroglycerin sweat and a pinch of salted caramel as his gloved hand grabbed your face.
‘Now open up for me… yeah?’ He said, his crimson eyes focused on you as his other hand seized the chopsticks, bringing the noodles close to your mouth.
‘Eat, and you better do it fast ‘cause i ain’t waiting any longer’. You chewed on the burning hot noodles, eyes still locked with his, tension palpable.
‘See? Such a good girl for me.’ He continued feeding you, his gloved hand holding your face still as his eyes were fixated on you like a starved man. You were lucky your mouth was too full to be able to answer, or worse, moan.
Still, a moan escaped your lips as you swallowed the noodles, in anticipation of what was waiting for you now that your plate was empty. ‘Moaning for what now? Tsk… you’re that desperate?’ He said lowly, his breath hitting against your lips.
‘Oh because I’m the desperate one right now?’ You playfully tilted your head to the side. You always loved getting on his nerves by responding to his questions with other questions.
‘You seem pretty needy yourself, kats.’ You grinned at him.
‘Don’t fucking play with me, i had a long day.’ He said, his grip on your face tightening, forcing you to look at him. He leaned closer to you, his lips tasting yours like it was his way of sustaining himself through you.
He groaned against your lips, kiss deepening, teeth clashing as he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
His palms grabbed your thighs and lifted you up to sit you down on the counter. He kissed you over and over, his hands roaming over your body, overwhelming you with the heat coming out of them.
He started trailing down your neck, kissing you there as you were trying to catch your breath. ‘Kats…’ you whined, your hips involuntary searching for friction against him.
You heard a low groan escaping his lips as he felt your clothed cunt against his tight pants, buckling his own hips against yours, creating a friction that made you two breathe heavily.
‘Fuck…’ he whispered, his hands holding your waist as his own hips moved to a faster pace against you.
‘Kats… please, don’t stop…’ you moaned against his ear, your hands gripping on his blond hair as his pace sped up.
‘So fucking desperate to come just from humping against me huh…’ he groaned, as your spread legs wrapped against him. You wanted him closer, needed him closer.
‘Who’s needy now hmm?’ He said between breathes, trying not to show how vocal he could get right now.
‘You are, kats… i can feel you against me. And how you’re trying not to moan, so cute…’ you breathlessly added, still humping against him before he stopped you when he heard what you say.
His eyes had become another shade of red, like oxygenated blood, as they locked with yours. His gloved hand wrapped around your neck as you whined at the sudden miss of friction.
‘You’re not coming now… I’m still hungry.’ His other hand worked to remove your pajama’s panties, and his own glove.
‘Now don’t disturb my meal by making noises.’ He grunted as he slowly kissed your inner thigh, working his way to your cunt. He started eating you out, like he hadn’t touched you in weeks.
His tongue worshipped you in a way his words could never be able to tell properly, working in circles inside you, occasionally adding one or two fingers. His own gloved hand rubbing over his pants, because of how good the meal was.
You were keeping an hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds his worshipping was getting out of you, your toes slowly curling at the feeling.
‘Katsss…… please….. i need to…’ you mumbled, tears forming in your eyes, looking down at him as he groaned against your pussy.
‘Beg for it then…’ he grinned as he looked up at you. ‘Go on, I’m listening, brat…’
A moan escaped your lips at his command. ‘Kats…. Lemme cum… please, i need it…’ he looked up at you.
‘Name’s not Kats when I’m wearing that suit.’ He said, his playful grin spread against his lips, satisfied with how pathetic you looked to him.
You whined, not wanting to give him what he wanted. But the desperate need to cum was stronger than your ego at that moment, and you knew you’ll make him pay for it another day…
‘God… please… make me cum… Dynamight…’ you moaned, your legs slightly trembling in anticipation.
‘Yeah… just like that. Wasn’t that hard, was it… atta girl?’ His gloved hand rubbed against his own bulge as his tongue got back to work.
It circled around your clit, his spit mixing with your wetness. He groaned against your cunt, leaving slight vibrations go through your whole body.
You moaned, your hands gripping onto his hair as you tilted your head back. His pace sped up, thrusting two fingers inside you, coiling them perfectly so they’d hit every sensitive spot.
‘So fucking tight…’ he groaned, his fingers working faster, sensing you were close to release.
‘Please…. Ahh…. I’m close… please, don’t stop’ you couldn’t think clearly as you felt a familiar warmth down your stomach, your orgasm unraveling as you moaned his name.
You took time to catch your breath, legs trembling as he got back up, kissing your neck and collarbone. ‘Tsk… my suit is fucked now…’