after what felt like months, katsuki finally got a day off, so with that being said, he happily had the opportunity to cook, washed a few things before settling down and watch tv.
the silence of his home didn’t last long as he heard the front door break open. now very alert, he quickly got up to investigate but before he could do so he heard his name being called from outside.
confused, he pushes the door wider and looks down at Denki, who looked shaken. just as katsuki was about to yell at him about the door, you suddenly lunge at him, hungry eyes and glowing irises, kissing him all over.
“she got hit by some kind of aphrodisiac quirk! we quickly had to bring her back before she jumped all of us” denki yelled back, nervousness showing in his voice. he got back in the car along with mina, before katsuki spoke back.
“the fuck? how long is she gonna be like that?” he said out of breath, watching you quickly get on your knees, kissing his chest all the way down to his waistband, teary eyes looking up at him, almost as if you were hurt by something.
“dunno, but usually the shock usually lasts about a week, plus she barely understands what happened to her, it’s almost like her mind is clouded?” Mina replied back, eyes avoiding the obvious position that you’re in right now.
katsuki, visibly confused, still doesn’t understand a single thing that has happened for the past 5 minutes.
still, denki and mina wishes him good luck before they drive off, scared they’ll see something they’re not supposed to.
“babe, what’s going on? are you okay?”
“use me, please play with me, i beg you, katsuki i- sir please!”
he paused. “sir? you never called me that before.”
sure, you guys had good sex, some kinks here and there but this? this was new, you were a completely different person, eyes wide open staring at him, completely at his mercy. you were willing to take anything he gives you right there and then.
only, he didn’t know for how long.
you followed him on all fours to the living room as he sat down on the couch. you never did that before, katsuki could not believe it, should he get used to this?
you quickly took his sweatpants off alongside his boxers, so close to freeing his cock from the confines before he stops you. he dryly laughs as you pout.
“what is the matter with you?” he combs his hand through his hair, while his other caresses your cheek.
you try and think rationally, but you feel this hunger inside you grow bigger with each minute that passes. the quirk you got hit with was more powerful than you imagined, therefore made it impossible to communicate properly with him.
you had to suck him off and you had to do it now.
“m'sorry kat, just- i just need you so much, need to have you everyday… all the time!” you babbled, clearly not in your right mind.
katsuki was still shocked at how much you wanted him. he could tell your mind was fogged with need, so he didn’t let you wait any longer. that stupid quirk definitely messed with your thinking but y’know, he wasn’t complaining.
you squealed at his hard cock, irises glowing brighter at the sight. you happily took him in your warm mouth, all worries melting away as you sucked him off.
you grabbed his thighs as you took him deeper, earning a curse from him. tears fell on your cheeks as you thanked him between deep breaths.
that was just the beginning too; god was he about to have a long week.
how mean is katsuki? does he spit on you when you’re really pissing him off mid fuck? ):
i love katsuki being mean to you when y’all fuck, he just can’t help but love the sounds you make when he manhandles you.
but i’ll add a little extra hc, cause i can:
prohero!katsuki who has absolutely zero filter in interviews, he doesn’t mind talking about his sex life because he and you knows you’ll always have eachother and no one else.
if someone asks him, he does have a penchant for doggy, he explains, especially when he grabs your jaw from the back to pull your head into his chest, neck hurting at the different angle. he likes to spit in your mouth right there, wiping the drool from your mouth with his thumb while he continues to pound into your poor pussy.
whatever the position, he’s always going to find a way to spit on you, no matter the reason too. “she made a mistake on patrol? i spat in her mouth behind a wall, where none of y’all could see.” the audience erupted in shock at his sudden boldness. “she riles me up at home? i spit on her face while she sucks me off” he continues. “i own her, it’s that fuckin’ simple. she begs me to spit in her mouth too.” he added, smiling wide.
as much as he loves you to death, he’ll treat you like a cheap slut in bed, especially if you piss him off, where he’ll spit on your asshole before pushing his cock inside it, as you squeal in his ears. <3
dottie :3 can you describe older and dadbod!katsuki in your vision :33
older, on his way out of the pro hero game katsuki…
he’s mellowed out for sure but he still has that ego to feed. sure he knows he’s done enough in his life but he still craves excitement; a dormant hunger in him that he does his best to quell. he already had his motorcycle phase, his gym phase, and he bought anything he could ever want with his stacked bank account.
enter: you.
you’re younger than him. by a decent amount, decent enough for some the press to have some thoughts about it.
but it doesn’t matter to him. you bring an excitement to his life, scratch an itch he forgot he had. you love his body, even years down the line when the sharp muscles softened away with years of age. and you never let him forget it.
you paint him with kisses everywhere, whenever you can. on his arms, still big with muscles but less defined now. his back, painted with scars and stretch marks. you love laying your head on his tummy when you two cuddle. he finally stopped holding his breath around you.
you just got out of katsuki’s agency, done working for the day. the stress from today’s patrol starts to show in your body, hands slightly trembling.
“you okay?” he asks.
“mhm, just need a little something to calm down.” you replied.
katsuki sighs as you pulled out a box from your hero suit, the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air. “you smokin’ again?”
“sometimes, but not as much anymore.” you replied. “ugh, i forgot my lighter upstairs” you groan, placing the cigarette onto your lips and the box back in your pocket.
“want me to go get it?” he pushes hair out of your face, smirking.
you smiled, taking his hand into yours.
“no, gimme a light.” you stared at his palm.
“what? fuck no, i’m not using my quirk for your stupid cancer stick.”
“katsuki.”
he saw the tiredness on your face, not willing to argue with him, so he gave in. he slightly warmed his palm, a light orange hue casting onto his skin, making the cigarette light up.
you thanked him as you inhaled the smoke, head laying on his shoulder as you walk to his car.
walk with me… katsuki making you do chores with a vibrator in your hole
mdni
he'd think it's sooo funny. a punishment for making him hard while he was on patrol. all he had to do to get you to agree was pet your clit sweetly as you were washing the dishes, slipping his arm around your body to slide it into your panties. you were jello in his arms, leaning onto him as the water splashed the front of your top.
and god weren't you a sight to see? he perched himself comfortably at the bar island, sipping his fancy whiskey as he watched you silently writhe around the kitchen. he can see the wetness from between your thighs when you bend over in your flowy nighty.
your lip was red from how hard you were biting the sounds down, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of katsuki sitting on his throne. as if you could ever hide your desperation from him. he could practically smell you in the air, the sweet scent of desire pairing nicely with his aged old fashion. but it didn't make your embarrassment any less cute. especially when he flicks the intensity up with a swipe of his phone, and you tremble around the toy with the cleaning towel still in your hand.
prohero!katsuki who has a controversial younger girlfriend that he loves to hide from the public. he fucking loves the risk of hiding you, it gives him adrenaline, an ego boost if you will. the thought of being able to control his surroundings makes him very happy. he smiles even bigger knowing that the press is clueless. they can’t see a ring on his finger, see no difference about his appearance or make any commentary on his love life.
deep down he wishes he could show you off, let everyone know about his little secret, but not yet. not until he decides to let you out of his basement.
but he has to rewire your brain to make you his perfect little wife first.
[2.6k] smut, exhibitionism, spit, crude language, grown ass men watching a sex tape (bakusquad), afab!reader
“C’mon man, it’s my turn to choose what we’re watching for movie night, it was your turn last week!” Denki groaned, pushing Kirishima's shoulder.
“Fine, but we’ll have to use Sero’s laptop this time, because a certain someone broke mine last week. You know, with my shattered screen and all?” he turns back to Denki, scoffing. “Really dude? I told you it was an accident already!-”
“No way you guys, I have an essay coming up, I gotta use it as soon as I finish these dishes.” Sero quickly spoke up from the kitchen, hands in the sink, cleaning away. “Use Katsuki’s or something. He's not here anyway.”
Kirishima stares at the black-haired boy. “Absolutely not. There's private stuff on there… plus he only shares his laptop with his girl.”
“So?” Denki argued. “I'm sure he keeps his private stuff locked away considering he’s always keeping things to himself anyway, you know how he is. Besides, don’t y’all remember that he keeps a bunch of movies in a file for us?” Kirishima and Sero looked at eachother for a second. “You mean for them?” they argued. “No, i mean that he knows we have movie hangouts.” Denki rolled his eyes. Even though they told him that it wasn’t a good idea, he still gets up, fixes his shirt before going into Bakugou’s room.
“I’ll just go get it.”
A few minutes later, Denki comes back to the living room, sitting between Kiri and Sero, opening the laptop. The three of them groan as they’re met with a lockscreen, asking for a password.
“Ugh obviously….see? I told you we should’ve used Hanta’s laptop, Bakugou’s too private, man. I can’t even get in myself if I wanted to." Eijirou sighs, facing Denki. “Where's your laptop anyway?” he questions, emphasizing on ‘your’.
“Kyouka has it, remember? She won’t be back until tomorrow.” he says typing on the keyboard, thinking of the right password.
“Dude, if you keep typing wrong shit, you’ll lock his laptop forever and we’re all going to die." Sero grabs his arm, already annoyed. “Let's just use the TV.”
“Why does he need a password anyway?” Kaminari moaned.
"Of course there’s a damn password, Sero added. You think bakugou just leave his stuff unlocked?"
"Guys look, we can have a hint here." Kirishima interrupted, making the other two focus back on the screen.
A tiny sentence pops up prompting a simple question.
⃣ my best friend
Oh yeah, that’s easy, it’s obviously me!” Eijirou laughed, ready to type his answer.
The three men were met with a small ‘invalid’ pop-up screen. Confused, they tried Sero, then Kaminari, then Kirishima (once again, just in case), then Midoriya. Surely it’s him right? Hell, they even tried you! However, all those answers were still wrong, until ‘all might’ somehow unlocked the laptop, making them stare at the homescreen picture of you and Katsuki on a beach, on a recent vacation you both have been on.
"Well, that’s not a very good answer" Denki said, scratching his head.
“…all might? really?” Eijirou and Denki questioned at the same time. They looked at each other for a few seconds, exaggerated betrayal showing on their faces.
“I must admit i’m bummed, does he know who his best friend is? surely he forgot to change that answer." Kirishima rubbed his arm while Denki looked for Bakugou’s pirated movie file. “I’m pretty sure it would’ve been too easy if he chose Izuku man.” Sero added, rolling his eyes at his red haired friend.
“Dude, Kats not scared of getting caught having all those downloaded movies?” Kamirari asked, “There’s a shit ton of pirated stuff in there…” he continued.
The living room’s dorm silence is sometimes broken by “No not that”, “We’ve already watched this”, or Sero’s mocking tone of “We can’t watch horror movies because Kaminari is a baby and is scared of those!”
“Shut up!” he huffs. “t’least I'm not a psycho and watch murder videos all night like you!” he scoffs.
Thirty minutes pass and not a single movie was chosen for the evening.
Sero yawns. “ugh, alright guys let's just do something else instead, clearly we can’t decide on a movie.”
“Wait hold up,” Denki speaks up, intrigued.
“I think we’ve found our movie for tonight.”
“Ew, why is he into weird obscure movies? There’s not even a title to any of these.” Kirishima scrolls down the file. “Maybe it’s something illegal hahaha– Ow!” Sero hits his arm while Denki continues to laugh.
Denki then shrugs and clicks on the video, curiosity getting the best of him.
“Woah bro wait what are you doing?” Eijirou stops him, panicking. “What? he must’ve just forgotten to put a title on it, it’s probably just a regular movie, like Spider-Man or some shit.”
“yeah but it just says video.mov” kirishima adds.
“duh, mov means movie right?” denki replied, big smile on his face like he just solved a mystery.
Sero glares at his friends. He pushes his long hair back, looking at dumb and dumber next to him. “Uh huh. Well let’s hope it’s a movie we haven’t watched yet, I'm sick of you guys watching corny romantic movies.”
“Whatever man, just press play, we wanna see what’s that all about.” Denki yawns, already over this whole movie search.
The beginning of the video shows nothing weird of any sort, just a dimly lit room and a bed that kind of looks like Katsuki’s. Skeptical, but not really caring, they just keep watching.
“Ah shit, i’ll be back, my phone’s ringing. Sorry guys.” Sero gets up to his seat, excusing himself.
“We’re gonna keep watching without you!” Kirishima yells across the hall. “Don't care! This call is important!” Hanta yells back before closing his bedroom door.
The video continues, silence completely filling the room. “Is there even sound on this thing?” Denki whispers, hovering his ear on the side speaker.
Soon however, the awkward silence gets cut off by giggles and heavy breathing , making the two men question their choice of film.
“Hell no man, if that’s an adult movie i’m cancelling the whole hangout." Kirishima takes the laptop from Denki’s hands, ready to press the pause button but suddenly stops.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you pausing?” Confused but also pouts of the loss of the device in his hands, Kaminari looks closely at the screen, face changing from confusion to shock.
“Huh… it looks like her!“ he adds.
“I think, i think it is her dude.” Eijirou places the computer back on the coffee table, their interest coming back as soon as they lost it.
You’re barely recognizable, the camera shows you laying down on the bed, wrists tied up to the headboard and white silk sheets in a tangled mess. Drool drips from the cheap plastic ball around your mouth. Your legs are spread at your maximum and the camera is mostly focused on your used and bruised ass, but the most interesting thing is the black tape covering your cunt, making your other hole the star of the show, the only thing on display. The only sound anyone could hear from the speakers was your whining and moaning.
Eijirou and Denki stare at your trembling figure, unable to keep their eyes away.
“—this is what happens when you piss me the fuck off.” They could hear their friend's voice behind the camera, voice low and far from his usual loud tone. “Seeing you flirt with my friends, acting like nothing is gonna happen to you… I can’t let that happen now can I?” You shook your head, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes. He got closer to you, angling the camera to get a closer look at your holes. You whine as you feel his index and middle fingers on your taped cunt, eyes begging for him to fuck you.
“Alright sorry that took so long it was really important– what the fuck are you guys watching?” Sero interrupts, looking at the screen.
“You might wanna sit down for this man.” Eijiro mutters. “Fuck no! Why are you horny fucks watching some por-”
“Oh?” he stops.
Hanta does feels guilty for watching, but he’s fixed on the way your body is trembling in excitement, by the way your pretty face is covered in spit and dried tears, by the way you’re whining softly, and by the way your eyes fixed on Katsuki. You’re being so obedient, despite the obscene scene the screen is showing him.
They’ve never imagined or thought of you that way, the men do feel guilty about it but when they feel their pants tightening, they knew to keep watching.
Careful eyes are fixed on seeing you vulnerable under him, you usually looked so serious and always ready to fight villains, your personality strong and proud. How is it that Katsuki could easily turn you into a puddle of lust, a whole different person?
Bakugou holds the back of your thighs, stopping your wriggling underneath him. “Baby won’t you be a good girl and take what I give you?” you nod frantically, body shaking. “That’s my good girl.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead, then presses his tip to your rim.
You get dizzy as you feel Katsuki filling you up so nicely, never getting used to how big he is. You look at him with half lidded eyes, tears slowly falling down your eyes, wrists hurting from the restraints.
He pushes your legs to the back of your head, making him reach deeper inside you, each rough thrusts make your eyes swell with hot tears. The disgusting red ball in your mouth is muffling your begs while you try to reach for his arms despite your restraints. Your head falls back on the pillows, feeling yourself losing it more and more. He slaps your cheek a few times before removing the ball from your mouth, strings of saliva connected from your lips to the plastic. “You’re a messy bitch you know that? Am I making you feel good?” he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. You're lightheaded, you feel him everywhere, eyes barely focusing on him.
The faster he fucks you, the more you feel the tape slowly peeling off your cunt.
The boys groan at your fucked up state, they’ve never heard a better sound other than your moans and begging.
“Uh-huh… please don’t stop Suki, want’ more!” you mumble, hiccup through your tears. You don’t really know what you’re saying to him as you feel him everywhere. His weight on you, his hands on the back of your thighs, forcing your legs open, his eyes piercing through you. His cock was splitting your ass open, the pressure almost making you pass out. “More?” he scoffs. “Me fucking your tight little ass isn’t enough? You’re just a greedy whore, always wanting to be stuffed full of cock is that it?” You nod over and over again, making him chuckle. “Use words.” He spits. “Yes! I’m a greedy whore! God– I love your cock so much just… please-” You feel out of it, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You feel Katsuki’s thick cock stretching your asshole so hard you start to feel the tape slowly peeling off.
It was obvious that the men wondered how it would feel to be inside you, it’s not like they haven’t thought of it, maybe except Kirishima, who was always so respectful of you and your relationship with Bakugou. In the back of his mind, he still felt bad for watching. Today though, his perspective of you changed for good. You really were nothing but a filthy slut, who’d give any of her holes, just for the sake of pleasure.
“God, look at how well she takes his dick.” Denki confesses, hand eagerly stroking his tip, groaning at the sight of you. Muffled moans and cries are the only thing heard in the living room. The three men were mesmerized by your expressions, Sero slowly pulling his sweatpants down as he strokes his own cock.
“I just… this so wrong man, we have to stop watching this—can you please put your dick away?” Eijirou asks. “If he finds out we’ve watched this, it’s over for all of us.” He continues, holding himself back to join his friends in their pleasuring session.
You gasp when Katsuki suddenly rips the tape off, making you wince in pain. He leans towards your neck, whispering something no one could hear even if you got close to the screen. “Useless cunt, can’t even hold this fucking tape right from how wet you are.” You look at him as he pushes hair out of your face. “Open up." A warm glob of spit hits your tongue as you thank him, his burning palms leaving a slight burn on your ass.
He frees you of the handcuffs before you’re suddenly flipped onto your stomach, lightheaded from the way he manhandles you. “Ass up.” is all he says as you obey, though struggling to keep your knees still, legs shaking. You feel his cock on your ass once again, an indication that you’re not quite done being used yet.
He positions the camera closer to your entrance as he slowly gets inside you, making you both sigh. “Want my cock in your cunt so bad huh? Can’t just get enough of one hole huh?” You don’t answer him, harsh words telling the truth. “That’s too bad, you’re not getting what you want even if the tape is off.”
Denki is a mess, he’s getting closer to his release, while Kirishima tries to look away from the screen, forcing himself up to get water, as he sighs uncomfortably at his tight shorts.
Sero on the other hand, is so focused on you that he comes in his hand without realizing it.
Katsuki groans, out of breath. “I’m close baby. You’re gonna take all I give you right?” His thrusts get sloppier, whining more and more as he gets close to his release, feeling your tight hole milking him. “Cum inside me!” is all he needs to hear needed before you felt his warm load inside your ass. He collapsed on top of you as you cry into the pillow at the feeling, letting him use you without having the chance to cum once.
The three boys groan at the sight of your abused hole, tape crumbled up somewhere on the bed, cum leaking down from your ass onto your neglected cunt. Your legs soon give out, making you fall flat, but Katsuki picks your legs up, picking up the camera to show your leaking hole.
“What an ungrateful girl.” You look back at him, tears drying on your swollen face, "’M sorry sir…” You roll on your back, reaching to scoop the cum off your hole, bringing your fingers to your mouth before releasing them with a slight ‘pop’. “That better?” you wink. He grabs your jaw making you giggle. “My good girl.” he spits in your face once again before the video ends.
“Ugh. You’re fucking gross Denki, better hurry up before he comes back and see your perverted ass on his computer.” Kirishima tells him, as if he’s any better. The bright blonde curses under his breath before running off to the bathroom, shorts barely hanging on his legs.
Sero wakes up from his daydream to his sticky hand, shaking his head before sighing and quickly pulling his pants up, heading to the kitchen to wash his hands.
Eijirou stares at the wall, feeling more guilty than ever, with a raging boner that he has yet to touch.
As Kirishima starts cleaning around him, the door unlocks. He sees Bakugou enter with a few grocery bags, mumbling to himself. Kirishima is too late to shut the laptop off before his friend sees.
Katsuki looks at his (basically stolen) open laptop, screen frozen exposinh your leaking holes and spit covered face on full display. He stares at his red haired roommate, then Sero, then Denki coming out of the shared bathroom. His expression unreadable.
“What the fuck are y’all doing on my laptop?”
for @flwrbo <3
+ @tokkushin
a/n: idk when i’ll stop procrastinating but i’m also moving so i’m super busy… anyway this fic has seen like 4 fandoms but this time it’s the one… i hope. -nami
summary : your boyfriend is starting to go soft on you. luckily, you know exactly how to rile him up. 3.4k words
requests :
(i love angry katsuki god i would LOVE for him to rip my stockings) +
(spitting in katsuki’s face to set him off would heal me)
for nami !
cw : smut! , rough sex , choking , piv sex , face fucking , slapping/impact play , brat reader . brat/dom dynamics , alcohol , reader calls him daddy once , mean dom katsuki , reader spits in his face , reader flirts with denki for one line. just filth tbh. i did not proofread this work ngl. mdni
You were pissing Katsuki off. He typically classifies himself as someone who can handle you and handle you well. Whenever you get into one of your moods, all it takes is him kissing you once, hard and domineering, to get you to stop running your mouth. Usually, you'd sit back with a dopey smile, blissfully anticipating whatever he'd give you later that night.
Today, though… today.
He couldn't get through a conversation without a teasing remark from you. This isn't particularly out of the ordinary. On a typical day, the two of you would be able to go back and forth until you end up laughing. Today, though, it seems as though you were trying your hardest to get under his skin. And he'd be lying if he said it wasn't working.
He was really starting to gain a fucking headache from you at this point. Unfortunately for him, he could tell by the gleam in your eyes that you were nowhere near finished. So he braces himself.
You knew you were pissing him off. On his last leg, truly. The entire day, you'd been hitting spots you knew were a little sore. "I can open that for you, if you need me to." Was one of your favorites. He hadn't even tried to open the jar of peanut butter yet before your voice was carried through the kitchen. You could see the thoughts whirring in his mind before he exhaled a dry laugh to himself.
Another classic was the "Do you wish you were more athletic?" question you tossed out. There was no tease behind your tone, which made it even worse. But the nail in the coffin? Seeing the workout video Deku's publicist made him post on his social media as you asked. He had to walk away from that one.
So, yeah. Safe to say, you were putting your all into pissing him off. There wasn't any malicious intent behind it, truly. Honestly, you did get a sick kick out of the way that he looked when he was restraining himself from yelling at you. But that wasn't the point.
The point was that he had been so busy lately. With him going indie, his schedule filled up quickly. Whenever the two of you had time together, it was usually just eating before having to go to sleep and repeat it all the next day. And while your boyfriend would never leave you without sex, the time constraint and scheduled intimacy made it way less intriguing.
You needed your boyfriend again. Not the tired, stressed Katsuki: He needed an outlet to get rid of all that built-up tension, and you needed to be his outlet.
So when he tells you that the two of you were meeting up with your friends later that night, you knew you couldn't pass up on the opportunity. So you got ready and made sure you looked good. Short skirt that hugged you in all the right places, tight shirt with a low cut, and that sexy pair of tights that you knew Katsuki loved. And if you spent a little longer than you usually would've on your hair and makeup, no one could blame you. Not with the way Katsuki looked at you when you finally stepped out of the bathroom.
You nearly feel naked just from the way his eyes trail up and down your form, lingering on the intricate lace design that stretches around your thighs. "We're gonna be late," His voice sounds deeper, huskier. Honestly, you could probably get him to fold right now. But that wasn't fun enough. You wanted him to need it.
"Then we'd better hurry," You pressed a manicured hand against his chest as you walked out the door—his chest. You would never get tired of feeling it.
He doesn't respond, too busy staring at your ass as you walk down the hallway. He meets you in the foyer, watching you closely as you bend down to slip your shoes on. His gaze doesn't leave your figure as he puts his leather jacket on.
When you're in the passenger seat of his car, you can feel the heat of his palm at the top of your thigh. Your skirt rides up your legs, pushed up every time he runs his hand up and down. The tension in the air was so thick it felt like you could barely breathe. He thumbs at the lace ridges as his pinky finger inches closer to your core. You know he can feel it when you squeeze your thighs together; It shows in the smirk he has on his lips as he backs into a parking spot.
"Ready?" He asks, shutting off the car. You hum with a nod, pulling your skirt down your thighs as you exit his plush seats.
The group is already huddled around a table as the two of you walk up. A few cheers come from the heroes when you approach. Everyone catches up, laughs, and jeers, filling the bar. One drink turns to two, which turns to another round of shots. Kirishima orders you another drink when you aren't looking, as Mina makes you take a green tea shot. You were starting to let your inhibitions slip.
Katsuki was still holding his own, somehow able to tank more liquor than you could imagine. Probably because of all those muscles.
Slithering a hand up his bicep, now bare thanks to him taking off his jacket, you give it a firm squeeze. His eyes flitter to you, still listening to whatever story Kaminari is telling him about. He doesn't think too much about it.
Not enough of a reaction. You see your goal in mind once more as you slide your hand down to meet the muscle of his thigh. Thank God the tables were wide enough to hide whatever devious plan was forming in your head.
"And she slipped out of the tree! Thankfully, I was standing underneath her, but the news had a field day with that one." Kaminari shook his head, grinning into his glass. You were barely paying attention. Your finger trailed up and down your boyfriend's thigh, replicating his actions from the car.
"I saw the pictures, man! You were carrying her bridal style. Your fans must've gone crazy." Sero laughs, patting the blond on the back. Katsuki was looking ahead, nodding with the story. It was as though you weren't even touching him. Fine. You think. Have it your way.
Kaminari continues, talking about how viral the pictures got. The voices faded a bit as your hand got more adventurous, moving up to tease the edge of his dick through his black pants. He moves his hand, and for a minute, you think he's going to move you away. Instead, he uses your hand to grip him firmly, feeling how hard he is. You inhaled sharply.
The two guys across from you look at you, expecting you to say something. "S'cause you looked hot, Denks," Is what your tipsy, muddled brain came up with.
Katsuki straightens up beside you, hand sliding up yours to grip your wrist painfully instead.
Oh, fuck. Finally.
"Oh?" Kaminari laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "Little ol' me?" He turns the conversation into a joke, flexing dramatically.
You just giggle, poker-facing through Katsuki's death grip on your wrist. He waits until the attention is away from you before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Yeah?" His voice sounded so deep and husky, you can't help but clench around nothing. You nod your head, a sweet smile still gracing your lips. "Finish your drink." He throws your wrist out of his grasp, turning to pick his own back up.
You leave shortly after that. Sero gives Katsuki a knowing smirk when he says goodbye. "Have fun," Sero calls your name out.
And, oh, you will. You made sure of it.
You don't even make it to the house before Katsuki's hands are back on you. He pushes you against the smooth of his car, caging you in. "What the fuck was that?"
"What?" You act coy. "I was just complimenting our dear friend." You grin at him.
He scoffs, leaning into your face. "You're going to get your ass in the car, and shut the fuck up until we get home."
"Am I?" You tilt your head at him.
His eyes flash something dangerous before he takes a step back. As much as he wants to put you in your place, he can't do much in public. He puts a hand on your back, basically pushing you around. From afar, it just looks like Dymamight's helping his girlfriend into the car. But they can't see the way his hand is slowly sliding down your back as he does.
He practically speeds home. Your shoes aren't even off yet when he pushes you against the door, chest down. "What's gotten into you, huh?" He nudges a knee between yours, pressing up into your wet cunt. He can feel the heat through the fabric of his pants. "Not givin' you enough attention? You had your hand on my dick as you flirted with my best friend?" It's as if talking about it reminds him how pissed he is, hand coming up to grip your throat. He uses the hold he has there to push you harder on his knee.
Your moans come out garbled from the tight grip of his hand. "No, no. Too early for you to sound that dumb, baby." He flips you around, hand still gripping your throat. "Speak clearly." He demands, his other hand roaming down your body. He grabs one of your tits in his big palm, massaging your nipple. "What's gotten into you?"
You grin, feeling nearly delirious. The liquor and the shortened oxygen supply meshed well with the murderous look your boyfriend was giving you. You just needed to hammer one final nail in the coffin. You use whatever strength you have to reel back and spit on the blond's face, choking out a "Fuck you." To really seal the deal.
His face wipes of all emotion as he gathers himself. He reaches up to wipe your saliva with his thumb, looking down at it, before his eyes snap back to you.
"You are so fucked." He growls out before setting into motion. He pushes his wet thumb back into your mouth, pressing deeper until he gags you. "You think this shit is funny?" He uses his grip on your throat as a handle to force you onto your knees. "Then let's laugh, yeah?" He unbuckles his belt, using the free leather to slap against your cheek. With an unzip, he's revealing himself.
He pushes your head against the hardwood behind you, taking away your breathing room. He squeezes your throat, harshly, enough to make you gasp for air. He doesn't miss his chance to push himself into your mouth. "Let me hear you laugh, baby!" His voice is joyous, teasing, and downright filthy.
You want to pull away, but the door directly behind your head stops you. "If you bite me, I swear to fucking God, you're gonna regret it." His voice is dark as he starts to ride your throat. It's like a flip switched. "Swallow." He demands at you. You're smart enough to listen.
He groans out a moan, body shuddering. "Again." You follow.
He wraps his fist in your hair, holding you against the door as he thrusts into the back of your throat. You focus all you can on breathing through your nose, eyes watering as he brutalizes your mouth.
"Is this all it took to get you to shut the fuck up?" He can't stop babbling, like he's high from the vision. He stares down at you, watching the spit bubble from the corners of your lips. A wicked smile takes over his face as he pushes even deeper, getting a sick thrill from watching the panic in your eyes. You smack against his thighs, feeling yourself get lightheaded.
He finally relents, freeing himself from your mouth. He steps back, grabbing you and manhandling you on your back. "Close, sweetheart, but not quite. You don't get to choose when you need to breathe. If I wanted you to stay just like that on my dick, I'd have you there all night."
He settles back on his legs, looking down at you. "Kats, please touch me," You finally beg, feeling how wet you were.
Rolling his eyes, he pulls you down by your hips. He always treats you like you weigh nothing. To be honest, you probably didn't — not to him. This man could level buildings on a whim if he chose to. And you're staring up at him, completely at his mercy.
"I think you've talked enough today." He rolls his eyes, leaning down to rip your pretty tights. You gasp, eyes widening. "Just be a good girl and shut your mouth."
"Katsuki! That's my favorite pair!" You whined out, hand coming out to smack him. He quickly intercepts it, holding it down harshly.
"Didn't I just tell you to shut the fuck up?" He finishes pulling off your shredded tights, shoving the wet fabric in your mouth. "Jesus, you're soaked. This wet from sucking my dick?" He laughs at you. Pulling down your panties, he sighs happily. "Been waiting for this cunt all fuckin' day."
He shoves your skirt up your hips, angling his head into your opening. "Are you gonna stop being a brat?" He questions, teasing his head into your hole.
"I don't know, are you gonna finally fuck me already?" You poke the bear, speech muffled around the fabric in your mouth.
He sighs, reeling his hand back. Your face is suddenly facing the other way, cheek turning a soft red from where he smacked you. "Try again."
You don't respond, wiggling your hips to try and catch his tip. "Baby." He warns. You still don't reply. He raises his hand again, smacking you harder this time.
"Yes!" Your scream turns into a moan at the feeling of the sting.
"Good girl. See? That was so easy, all you have to do is listen."
He eases his cock into you, wet enough from the day of teasing. He hikes your thighs up to your chest, putting all of his body weight onto you as he bullies the rest of his dick into your cunt.
You cry out at the feeling of being so full, he feels so fucking hard like this. Once he starts, he doesn't give you a minute to breathe. He pistons in and out of you, your body getting knocked back with the force. He feels so good, so deep. Your hands scramble for purchase on the floor. "No, no, no, baby." You get pulled back down, speared onto his dick as he yanks on you. "You don't get to run from this after begging for it all fucking day." His hand nestles back onto your throat. "You're gonna take it."
That's all you can do. You feel the way he massages your insides, battering into your G-spot as he pulls your thigh up closer to your chest. "Now apologize," He continues, thrusting into you, angling his dick to hit it just right.
You moan into the tights in your mouth, feeling all of your thoughts finally melting from your mind. You couldn't bring yourself to respond even if you wanted to. The tight grip on your throat and the feeling of his dick hitting it just right had you programmed to chase your orgasm.
Every thrust inside of you feels like euphoria, and the way he was staring down at you had your eyes glazing over. "Too far gone?" He asks, voice syrupy with mock sympathy.
All you can do is moan, eyes rolled back as he forces his body into overdrive, putting all his strength into hitting your sweet spot. He squeezes his hand, leaning into your ear. "Apologize. Apologize, or I'm gonna keep using this pussy all goddamn night, and you're not gonna come a single time."
You shake your head, feeling tears well up. You're so fucking close. "Don' sshta-" You whine, barely able to speak.
He laughs maniacally at your stupid expression. "Can't hear you, baby!" He teases.
You cry and moan, head dropping in defeat. "M sahhh-" He slips out of you, causing you to cry in frustration. His eyes glaze over, pupils darkened in lust as he stares at your fucked out, makeup-smeared face.
Without another word, he flips you onto your stomach, entering you from behind. "You're gonna apologize." His voice comes out in a deep whisper, as if he's bewitching you. "And then you're gonna cum on my dick." He annunciates his point with a thrust. "And then you're never going to do that again."
You nod your head, willing to agree to anything at this point, as long as it means you get to get rid of this building tension in your gut. He pulls your tights from your mouth, and you finally inhale air. "I'm sorry! I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorry-" Your words melt together into moans. It's like he's reaching even deeper like this. "Daddy, I'm sorry- please. Just make me come, please, p-"
He cuts off your sentence, one hand coming up to squish your cheeks together. He pulls your head back, forcing you to make upside-down eye contact with him. "Rub your clit until you fucking cum, I wanna feel how wet you get, baby."
You nod, reaching an arm underneath you. The angle is awkward on your wrist, but you don't care; all that you can think about is the sweet release you've been chasing all day. "Please-" You whine out, squeezing your eyes shut as he continues to pummel into your hips. Your fingers zero in on your clit as that rubber band in your pelvis gets tighter, and tighter, and oh, God, you're gonna cum so hard.
Katsuki reaches with his free hand to cup your tit, rubbing tight circles on your nipples. The sensation is too much, all at once, and you squeeze him so hard, you're worried you'll push him out. "Ka-ahhh!" Your voice breaks, feeling the dam finally rush open.
You hear a broken moan leave him as he continues fucking into you, chasing his orgasm. "Baby, you just made a mess, oh my God." His voice has a whining edge to it as he grips your hips, fucking you through the aftershocks of your peak. He bucks into you, riding it out until you whine from overstimulation.
His head rests against your back as he catches his breath, wincing as he pulls out of you. "You okay?" He asks, voice still husky.
All you can do is hum and nod in response. You can hear him zipping his pants back before feeling him scoop you up in his arms. "You did so good, baby," He presses a kiss into your hair as he walks you into your bathroom. "Took it like a champ."
Now that the sexual tension and alcohol have melted away, your mind is floating in bliss. You just nuzzle into his neck as he starts the water. He can do the rest of the thinking for tonight.
So he does. He bathes you, washing all of the fluids off your sore body. When he washes your hair, he pays extra attention to your scalp and temples, massaging out the impending headache before it has a chance to strike.
He isn't confused anymore. He needed this. And when he stares down at your blissful expression, he understands that you needed it, too. He cradles your body, now cleaned and moisturized, into your shared bed. And he doesn't lose his grip on you, even as you slip in and out of sleep.
Takeout was already on the way, and a cool water bottle was on your bedside table. He really should wake you so you can eat.
You're suddenly shifting in his grasp, nuzzling deeper into his chest. "I love you, Kats…" You mumble sleepily against his skin. He'll let you rest your eyes for now. You did enough.
ouuu i’m very greedy so i think he’s an everything guy. why pick one when he has ALL of you all to himself? soft thighs slap before he buries his face between your cunt, grabbing your ass before giving it a good slap, earning you a gasp (he secretly loves seeing his handprint on your cheeks)… when you’re feeling bratty he will occasionally slap your clit to put you back in your place but my dirty little secret is that i love when he grabs your face before slapping it, especially when you’re long gone on his cock <3
summary — dilf!suki takes you back to his place to "talk" about his tattoos, even when you both know what's going to happen | or, pt. 2 to tatted, blond and dilf 𐔌 2.3k ꒱ ᝰ.ᐟ
ꉂ — warnings : SMUT (mdni) ・ female reader ・ kissing ・ oral (f!receiving) ・ age gap ・ pet names ・ unprotected sex ・ fingering ・ katsuki has tattoos
It was the second kiss. Or maybe the third? Somewhere between his lips on yours and his hands trailing up your dress, you've completely soaked through your panties.
"You're real antsy, huh?" he questions, lips ghosting over yours as he pulls away.
Memories from mere hours ago hit you like a freight train, heat furrowing in the pits of your stomach.
The music, the people, him.
The way his eyes lingered a second too long while you fumbled for questions to ask, his answers in one ear and out the other when he spoke. Or how your hands never left his arm, teasing traces left over the ink before you realized you were staring.
The touches weren't so soft anymore, his eyes weren't either.
You'd almost tugged him towards the club's bathroom when he pressed his lips next to your ear, and rested his arm dangerously low against the small of your back.
Whatever restraint you was left snapped after that — you were seconds from dragging him into a booth at the back of the club.
That is, until he whispered so tenderly in your ear that you 'Needed to be patient', that this was 'No place to take a pretty girl like you'.
Every word a silent promise to absolutely ravage you — just not yet.
Katsuki Bakugou, as you've now come to know him, lives lavishly — expensive furniture scattered around his apartment surely making for good company. The walls are surprisingly bare, save for a handful of art pieces you're sure costs more than your rent.
He doesn't stop long enough for you to inspect them, only dragging you through the apartment with his hand around your wrist.
"You live alone? Mr. Bakugou . . ?" you question, following closely behind him.
Lost in the haze of tattoos and his woodsy scented cologne, not once did the idea of him being taken cross your mind. Nor what you were meant to call him — Mr. Bakugou? Sir?
Although judging by the grin on his face, he'd probably enjoy hearing either.
"You sure ask a lotta questions," he smirks, twisting the golden knob of the bedroom door.
He drags you into the darkness of his room, guiding you towards the bed while he flicks on a lamp. The sheer force sends your body flying off the mattress, bouncing against the plush foam before its grounded by his body over yours.
"You askin' if I'm a cheater, sweets?"
A thigh slots itself between your legs, the stitching of his pants piercing through the thin fabric of your panties. The feeling makes your back arch — hips moving against him as if they had a mind of their own.
"Of course not,"
Pressing yourself harder against his leg ,your body buckles at the feeling, a hand snakes it's way to his face as you tug him towards your lips. Warm breath mixes in the minimal space between you two before he closes the distance.
Every clash of lips and tongue is messy, much unlike his composure before. The sloppy grinds against his thigh forcing your mouth to fall open.
It only makes room for his tongue, weaving itself into the soaked confines of your mouth as he swallows every sound you make.
"Take off my shirt," he whispers, ending his statement with a kiss against your cheek. Katsuki towers over you as he watches, ruby eyes boring into your needy form as you reach for the plastic. "A good listener too? Someone's horny."
You roll your eyes.
The buttons on his shirt come loose with little effort, his collared shirt slipping from his shoulders and pooling onto the floor. Bold ink stretches over his right arm, trailing it's way over his chest — the dark lines winding over golden skin.
Your gaze follows the pattern from his forearm to his shoulder — until the design stops. His left side surprisingly bare in comparison.
"Did you run out of things to tattoo?" you smile, reaching out to brush your fingertips over the untouched skin.
"No."
"Then why's this one empty"
A crooked grin tugs at his lips as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, eyes flicking over you like he's already distracted, "Savin' it."
Much like him to answer so vaguely.
Amused, he watches you, laughing as your brows crease in thought.
"I can hear you thinkin' about it."
"I'm not."
Liar.
The blonde doesn't waste his breath arguing, actions speak louder than words, after all — like the way your hips buck when he blows softly at your clit, or how your thighs squeeze around his head when he gives the swollen nub a kiss.
He licks a long stripe on the outline of your slit, saliva coating the thin cotton of of your underwear as it sticks to your wetness. Rough hands busying themselves with your chest.
"Mr. - Sir-, please"
Hips bucking against his tongue, dragging the wet muscle over every inch of your core. His tattooed hand moves in front of you, guiding one of yours to his blonde locs.
"Sir?" he snorts, signalling you to lift your hips as he slips off your underwear, "You're makin' me sound ancient. Just call me Katsuki, yeah?"
His tongue is on you before you can dwell on it — two hands sprawling your thighs apart, as he basks in the glow of your cunt under the dim lighting. He hikes your thighs over his shoulders, inching himself closer to the spot he knows you need him most.
His tongue darts out as if he's testing the waters, dragging it along your slit as he hums against you — his fingers rough on your waist.
You're putty under his touch, thighs clamped around his head as you moan softly into the dim room.
Too quiet for his liking.
He pulls away with your slick coating his mouth, trails of sticky release spanning from his chin to his nose as he mumbles, "Fuck are you so quiet for? You gettin' shy on me, pretty?"
You whine at that, rolling your hips against the air as his lips ghost over your cunt.
"Just feels different."
You certainly caught his attention with that.
"Different, how?" he questions, trailing two fingers from his tatted arm against your soaked entrance, "You gotta talk to me."
His body's now fully on top of yours, bare skin rubbing against your chest as his free hand cages your head. Lips giving a teasing lick to your ear as he watches your writhing form.
With a sigh, your hands cover your face — your body betraying your coyness when his fingers prod at your entrance.
He knows what he's doing — shallowly pressing two fingers inside you before he's pulling them away. Bringing his lips to your face as he commands, "Tell me how it feels."
"G-good. Feels good, Katsuki" you whine, smashing your lips on his to hide the embarrassment clearly written on your face. Your voice is honeyed with want and lust, pressing yourself closer to him as his fingers curl inside you.
He nods knowingly, nose brushing yours lazily as his fingers move faster. "Yeah? That's a good girl"
Wet squelches bounce off every wall, the sound ringing in your head as heat fills your tummy. Your hands cradle his face as you near your high, moaning into his mouth from the speed of his fingers and the steady gaze of his eyes.
Even as you cum, his pace doesn't falter — only pulling his fingers from your sopping cunt when you push at his arm. He licks the digits hungrily, milking the droplets of your slick for its every last inch.
Palming the bulge uncomfortably tucked in his pants, he laughs, "That wrecked just from my fingers, hm?"
That earns him another eye roll.
He makes quick work of taking off his clothes and yours, his belt clanking on against your dress thrown in the corner of the room.
Every inch of his body is a sight to behold, muscles protruding against his honeyed-skin as he fists his cock. It was as if he was sculpted by hand, every detail crafted with the utmost care.
He's so hot.
"Do you have a condom?" he asks, digging in his drawer. His hands raise in defence when you stare at him offended, rummaging through the drawers of his nightstand as he pulls one out.
He makes slow work of the latex — painfully slow. Thick fingers fussing with the plastic as the room washes over with silence — you have half the mind to yank it from his hands.
So you do.
The shimmery packaging tossed onto his floor.
"That's not safe sex." he taunts, although the subtle bounce of his cock against his toned chiselled torso tells a different story.
You ignore him, opting for focusing on the reason why you "actually" went home with this man in the first place.
"Why wear long sleeves when you've got all…" you pause, gesturing to his arm " … these" you murmur, scooting yourself towards his spot on the bed as you lie back against the bed, watching him impatiently.
You're the one being ignored this time — tattooed hand pumping itself lazily as he coats himself in his own slick.
Just like the rest of his place, his room doesn't tell you much about him, keeping the blonde man with his scarred skin and smug-attitude an untold mystery, which only makes the tattoos scattered all the more interesting.
Trailing your gaze over every inch of his room — something you probably should've done before had this man turned out to be a serial killer.
"What's that one for?" you hum, eyes catching on the litter of small explosions inked on his arm.
He stares at you, then down at himself, a silent questioning of your timing written all over his face before he follows your gaze, "That one was a stupid mistake"
You eye him suspiciously before pointing at the linear art on his pec, "And this one?"
"Even stupider."
Surprisingly, no eye roll this time.
He's over your antics now, laughing at your defeatedness as he cages you underneath his body. Dragging his tip over the slick of your cunt as distraction.
"Is this still okay?"
You nod softly, grabbing his shoulders to pull him towards you when you feel the gentle press of his length between your thighs.
"Enough of that quiet shit," he groans, words cut off as he presses himself in deeper, "Be loud f'me, or else I'll stop"
His threats fall on deaf ears as you whine beneath him, hips twitching against his. The words once waiting to be spoken caught in his throat as he buries himself to the hilt, hips pressed against yours as his face falls into the crook of your neck.
You whine against his cheek, his thick cock splitting you open in the best way possible — sweat and sex blurring your senses as you adjust to his size.
There's a soft rock of his hips, then another — each thrust a testing push that buries him deeper inside your gummy walls. He groans at every sound that slips past your lips, losing himself in your hear as he drives himself further with every slow thrust.
"Still too quiet" he grunts, finishing each word with a sharp thrust, hips fastening their pace, "Louder."
Your mouth falls into a wide 'O' at the shift in speed, skin slapping in rhythmic motions as he thrusts deep inside you.
Low, and guttural — you moan into the empty space on the left side of his neck before giving the unmarked skin a teasing nip.
Paintings rattle against their spot on the walls as he drags your hips to meet his, a chilling reminder of just how fast he was going.
Slipping a hand down the valley of your bodies, he toys with your clit. A whine of his name is ripping from your throat as he does so - his cock reaching lengths so deep it pummels the spongy spot inside you like he's trying to learn it.
Each thrust is more desperate than the last as he watches you underneath him. His eyes honed in on your every reaction as you cry out blissfully.
"Feel good?" he asks as if his voice alone doesn't force your walls to clench, squeezing around him like a vice he wouldn't dare try to escape. He smirks when you nod your head, pressing his face just a little closer, "Say it."
"F-feels good, 'Suki"
The words come out in a breathless hush as the feeling of his cock clouds your mind, thighs shaking around his waist as you desperately try to pull him closer. He grunts in response, whispering a small 'Fuck' at the new name, his body suddenly flustered as his pace falters before they're given less than a second to recover.
Warm breath fans over your lips, his nose forcefully pushing against yours with each brutal thrust.
Flustered, and maybe a bit shy, your eyes lock on his unmarked skin, waves of lust guiding your every move.
Mindlessly you bite, plush skin sinking into the whites of your teeth as you gnaw and lap at the his shoulder — you're sure that'll leave a mark.
He hisses through his teeth, hips stuttering their pace as he relishes in the sting before they pick up in speed once again.
"Yeah, mark me gorgeous. Like I'm— fuck— 'm all yours, huh?"
His. His. His.
Every inch of your body taking on a new wave of confidence as your mouth moves against the spot — licking, biting, sucking on the honeyed skin as your eyes well from pleasure.
The sounds in the room are nothing short of lewd — hips colliding, muffled moans against his shoulder, shameless grunts tumbling from his bruised lips — it's all too much for either of you to take.
His resolve snaps when you squeeze around him. Hips jolting almost painfully against you as he fucks you through your high, his not far behind.
Symphonies of groans and whines reverberate through his apartment, his last few thrusts sloppy inside your sopping walls before he's pulling out with a wet 'pop' Your juices leak down every inch of his cock, mixing with the white globs that drip from his tip.
He's fully on top of you now, pounds of muscle stuck to your skin through the power of sweat and pure filth.
"You still with me?"
You hum softly, grabbing at his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss. There's a softness to it, one that holds a thousand different feelings in the warm hush of your quiet afterglow.
"You should wear more short sleeve shirts" you whisper against his lips.
He chuckles, brushing away the hair that sticks to your forehead, as he smiles playfully, "Yes ma'am."
Katsuki rolls you over with ease, your body now pressed comfortably against his chest as he holds you in his arms — the tattooed one tracing your curves lazily.
"… Kats?" you whisper, voice hoarse from its earlier exhaustion, "One more time?"
You hide your restlessness by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, thighs spread over his as you settle on top of his chest. Your hips move slowly against his cock, the appendage still sitting painfully hard against his toned frame.
A hearty laugh this time.
"You sure, sweets?" he asks, two thick hands making themselves comfortable on the globes of your ass, "You look pretty tired to me."
You huff, adjusting yourself to prod his weeping cock against your entrance."No, that's you." you huff, adjusting yourself to prod his weeping cock against your entrance, "Don't tap out on me, Grandpa."
Katsuki would rather die than do that, especially when the words "tap out" and "grandpa" used to describe him, are something he's more than happy to fuck right out of your head.
. . .
Only a few weeks later, and you're glad to call "Mr. Bakugou" your boyfriend. Spoiled in the luxury and comfort of his heart, he dotes on you in a way no man ever has.
The next time you see Katsuki, you're both clad in a lot more clothes — well, sort of. His burly frame looks almost out of place in such a small café, broad shoulders plopping into the seat across from you.
"You look good" he smiles, beckoning towards the few hickeys that have yet to fade
One more eye roll for the books.
You hum at that, swirling your drinks in the white porcelain as you bring it to your lips, hiding your smile "Short sleeves this time?" you question, swigging the drink in your mouth, "Looks good on you."
Now it was his turn to smile.
He stretches his arms under the light of the cafe, muscles tensing as he does. The tattoos now exposed in broad daylight moving across his skin as your eyes trail from his forearms to his neck—
What the fuck was that?
You reach for the collar of his shirt before you can stop yourself, tugging at the fabric to reveal the ink on the left side of his collarbone.
"Katsuki, is that my fucking name on your shoulder?"
He only stares at you blankly, an unfazed look on his face. "'Course it is."
He smiles at your awestruck face, laughing as you thumb the skin to check if it's real.
Clearly you couldn't put the words together, and Katsuki's smirk is far too good at filling the silence.
"Your birthday. I'll put that—" he points to a spot on his forearm, thick veins pulsing under his skin "—right here."
If it was any consolation, you still had yet to find the tattoo of your lips at the back of his neck.
a/n: i'm too easily influenced, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT GUYS PROMISE ME!! don't fall for blonde men and their burly builds and their disgustingly hot tattoos </3 also this is fiction, i really don't think he'd ever get tattoos save for a few small ones but we ball and idgaf -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
he loves spit. goes insane for it. him spitting on people? fuck yea. people spitting on him? fuck yea.
he's not picky. he doesn't consider himself particularly submissive or dominant. mostly because he loves it all. whatever the other person is down for? he's game.
but his head gets a little dizzy when it's wet and gross. yeah, yeah, he's a weirdo. he knows that. he doesn't care.
so yea, he's gonna stretch u out nicely on his fingers. and hes gonna do it well because he's a god at fingering. so sure, he doesn't need to spit on it before he puts it in, but the way she twitches so cutely at him, obviously he's gonna spit on it.
and when you're riding it later and drop a glob of spit into his mouth, he has to hold you down by your hips so make sure he doesn't come on the spot.
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