Summary: Katsuki gets frustrated by the latest hero polling and goes home to see his wife for... help.
Warnings/Contains: Smut, established relationship (marriage!! :D), rough sex, anger relief sex???, a smidgen of sub!Katsuki, nicknames, nipple play, slight quirk use, dirty talk, mentions of a previous quirk accident during sex, eating it from behind, doggystyle, protected sex, multiple orgasms, praise, prone bone position, Katuski's mouthy during sex.
WC: 2,437
Posted On: 10/08/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: Phlamethrower - AJJ
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @pixopix
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Those are the only words that are going through Katuski's head as he stares at his phone; the latest hero polling had just came out and he had dropped down AGAIN, to twelfth.
"Are we kidding??" The blond ground his teeth together as he gripped his phone tightly — thank god for his shock proof phone case. "Dammit…" he shot up from his seat, storming out of his office. He was too upset to be at his agency, he couldn't stand the thought of having to be here while his ranking went down lower, at a very embarrassing number.
"I'm leaving," he snapped at one of the employees, "don't message me."
Everyone at the agency watched as Katsuki stormed out of the building, all too used to his outbursts. His head was filled with anger as he drove home, he couldn't stand anyone near him right now, certainly not the stupid employees at his agency.
All he wanted was you.
His patient, kind wife who was always there for him. The woman who loved him when everyone thought he'd never find love — but there you were.
His finger tapped against the steering wheel impatiently as he waited at a red light. What would you be doing right now? He knew you had the day off of work today; maybe you were laying in bed, doing the laundry, doing your stupid yoga in those tight clothes of yours that drove him insane.
Whatever you were doing, he'd beg you to stop so that he could fuck your pussy so deeply that you- he was getting ahead of himself.
After what felt like an eternity, the blond finally arrived home. He slammed the car door hard behind him, fumbling with his keys as he opened the front door, "Y/N?" he called out, peeling of his work boots as he tried to pinpoint where you were.
The first place that he checked was your bedroom, it was only 3pm, but he knew that you liked to have your 'granny' naps during the afternoon. "There you are…" he walked up and saw that you were asleep in your shared bed over the sheets.
Katuski's expression softened just slightly as he kneeled down in front of you, admiring your worn out face. He used the knuckle of his thumb to wipe a little smear of drool on the corner of your mouth, "c'mon, Y/N, wake up 'm home early."
At the sudden tone of his voice, your eyes slowly open, met with the slightly irritated - but softened - face of your husband. "Nnh Kats? What… what time is it?" you rubbed your eyes and slowly sat up, noticing that it was still quite the afternoon.
"Tch, stupid hero polling came out… 'm down to twelfth," he explained, moving to sit next to you on the bed, hand immediately moving to rub your hip over the blanket, "just pissed off, s'all."
Your eyes softened at the explanation, you - along with everyone really - knew how fragile his ego was, so this degrading of rank had really upset him.
You moved your hand over his, rubbing the back of it with your thumb, "oh, Katsuki… y'gonna be okay," you mumbled reassuringly, looking up at him with those caring eyes of yours. Your words touched him, but it still didn't feel enough.
The blond shook his head and moved his hand away, "I'm seriously just- I'm real fuckin' frustrated, Y/N, y'gotta help me out here…" he begged — Katsuki rarely begged. His hand moved up your arm as he let out a frustrated shudder.
"He- help you out how?" you asked, painfully aware of Katsuki's warm touch and growing desire.
"You- dammit woman, y'know what I mean," he gritted his teeth, crawling on top of you, "seriously? The woman who knows me the most doesn't get when I ask her to help me?" he shook his head, turning your body so that you were laying flat on your back.
Your breath hitched at his neediness, "shit, Katsuki, of course I know what you mean…" you replied in a soft voice, hands moving over his arms, which were now caging you on either side of your head. Katsuki sighed deeply and used the back of his hand to brush your hair out of your face.
"Be a good girl for me and lay down, hm?" he didn't give you a chance to reply as he immediately leaned down, smashing his lips against yours. Katuski has kissed you many times, but each time just felt like the most unique, sensational feeling to him.
Your hands moved to cup his face, tilting your head slightly as the kiss deepened. You let out a guttural moan as Katsuki bit down your lip carefully; you parted your lips at his desperate gesture and immediately, his tongue entered your mouth.
Just like every other part of him, the way Katsuki kissed was just intense.
His lips and tongue and every other part of him just made your brain fuzzy. He had you fully caged under him, you were unsure whether the warmness was from the nap in your bed or his thick, muscular body over yours.
"Mm, shit, Y/N…" Katsuki groaned against your lips, his mouth parted from yours, leaving your own lips wet and red. His red eyes zeroed onto your mouth, feeling absolutely drunk on you. "Gorgeous," he snarled and pressed a wet kiss against your lips briefly before trailing his kisses down.
His lips met your jaw briefly before connecting to your neck. Katsuki was an extremely possessive man, yes, although everyone knew that you had been married for two years now, he still had a weird need to always mark you.
"My pretty woman…" he growled against your neck, sucking and biting against the most sensitive parts. Your hands shot to his hair, grabbing tightly against the roots as you let out small whimpers and hisses, "yeah? feel fucking good, hm?"
Katsuki didn't bother for an answer, he moved slightly just so he could throw the blanket off of you. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt and threw it over your head and onto the floor.
"Kat- Katsuki!" you gasped, feeling slightly embarrassed at how exposed you suddenly became.
"Tch, what? It's not like I haven't seen my woman naked countless times before…" he muttered, getting slightly distracted at the sight of your hickeyed-up neck and bare chest. "You really are so distracting, almost making me forget why 'm angry and left work in the first place."
He threw his own shirt off, feeling overheated by the moment and his quirk — if you could have one sight forever, it would have to be your husband shirtless.
"Stop fuckin' gawkin'," he moved down and grabbed one of your breasts, giving it a quick squeeze before sucking on the nipple. Your eyes squeezed shut at the intense sensation, biting the inside of your lip in hopes to not be too loud.
Katuski must have noticed as he immediately moved his mouth off, "why're you tryna be all silent? Don't try 'nd hush the pretty noises I love to hear my wife make." After his 'warning', his lips moved back onto the nipple, sucking on it and letting out exaggerated moans; his other hand moved to the other breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"Ahh- ah fuck, Katsuki… feels real fucking good," you praised as your hips jerked up into him. He immediately let out a choked noise and shook his head, letting out hard pants as he straightened up.
"If only the stupid billboard chart could see how well I treat my wife," he muttered under his breath, frown back on his face as he hooked his fingers under your waistband, pulling down your shorts and panties, "I'd be number one fuckin' permanently…"
His breath hitched as he noticed how wet you were already. "I- I know I know… I'm pathetic, getting all wet over a kiss…" you grouched in embarrassment. However, Katsuki just let out a laugh and shook his head.
"Nah, I think it's hot how worked up my woman gets over me," he grabbed your hips and turned you around so that you were resting on your hands and knees. "Shit…" Katuski let out a low whistle, admiring the view in front of him.
His hands pressed up against your cheeks spreading you for him as he watched your stickiness stretch. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes…" he snarled, smacking your ass with slight use of his quirk. The sudden spark made you squeak, fingers twitching against the bed sheet under you.
"Not- not too much!" you hurriedly yelped, "re- remember last time?! You had to take me to the ER!" Katsuki immediately frowned at the memory, clicking his tongue.
He had accidentally overused his quirk while spanking you once and had burnt your ass pretty bad — bad enough that you ended up in hospital.
"Dammit, that was a huge fuckin' accident, woman, you know I'm real sorry for it," his hand rubbed up against your ass, smearing his nitroglycerine-like sweat around it. "Just stay real still f'me, Y/N… let me just- y'damn pussy is like a calming drug or some shit..."
Fuck Katsuki and his stupidly crude dirty talk.
You braced yourself, hearing Katsuki shuffle behind you. You let out a sudden gasp and moan as you felt Katuski's tongue lick a long stripe from your clit up to your hole. "Mn… best pussy in the world." His hands immediately grasped your hips pulling your body as close as it could to his face.
Katuski was talented in many ways, and that had translated into your guys' sex life. He had a magical way with his mouth and tongue.
You could feel his tongue in your pussy, pressing it as deeply has he could inside of you, moaning against it, savouring every drop. "Katsuki…! Oh- oh god, s'too much!" you let out sharp gasp as he buried his face closer to you — you swore you could feel his tongue against your labia.
When you were close to cumming, Katsuki pulled away, panting hard and shoving his ring and middle finger in your sopping hole. "Wanna make you cum so fuckin' bad," he whined out, his other hand squeezing and gripping one of your ass cheeks harshly.
His quirk was gently going off against you; the two fingers in your pussy curled up, just reaching that spot that made you lose your mind. "Damn- damn pretty pussy!" he hissed, eyes squeezed shut as he got through the pain in his arm, "just cum for me already, woman! Need'ta have my dick in you so bad!"
His words and gestures was too much for you; you were overstimulated the moment he shoved his tongue down your throat.
"Not gonna make it!" you whined out, shoulders stiffening as the pleasure became too unbearable. But what got you over the edge finally was the sound of Katuski laughing behind you, in disbelief of your pathetic-ness for him. "Shiii- fuck! Ohh fuck Katsuki I can't-"
Your gasp cracked as you finally came on his fingers, gushing that sweet cum of yours on his hands while your hips stuttered.
"Yeah… yeah that's it, wife," he cackled in amazement, eyes finally opening to see your wetness all over him. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, moaning at the taste as he cleaned them up. "You just stay like this, okay? Gonna fuck you so hard you won't be getting up for the rest of the day…"
You were barely processing his words, mind too numbed from the previous, intense orgasm.
Katsuki's eyes stayed on your dripping pussy for a moment as he pulled the rest of his hero costume off onto the floor. "Such a pretty wife for me," he grunted, getting up to grab a condom from the bedside table, ripping it open and rolling the rubber down his cock.
He moved back behind you, smacking your ass quickly to spark up. "Just- just stay like this, okay, Y/N? Lay all pretty for me so I can forget all the bullshit that happened today…" he didn't give you a chance to reply as his cock pushed into your tight hole.
You let out a muffled gasp into the sheets — no matter how many times you take his cock, you'll never get over that initial sting.
"That's it, wife…" Katsuki moaned as he pushed in all the way, his pelvis pressed up against your ass. His pace almost picked up immediately, hands gripping your hips possessively.
Katuski wished he could hear all the pretty moans coming out your mouth clearly, but he was too focused on relieving all the stupid anger he had out onto you.
"Hah- stupid- stupid billboard charts!" he growled, hovering over you, pushing your body flat on the bed as he still fucked you from behind. "I- ngh- I'm worth more than damn twelfth place!" he yelled out in anger, relentlessly fucking into you.
"I'll- I'll show them I'm- shit baby- worth more than twelfth!" Katuski leaned forward, hands gripping the sheets at the side of your head as his pelvis pounded against your ass. "Take my fucking cock, wife, you- you were fuckin' meant for this, huh? Takin' my cock every- ahh- every time I get pissed."
However, you could barely form a coherent thought as Katsuki's cock bullied you.
"Yeah… that's my good wife," he gasped, feeling your pussy clench around him, "better- better cum for me again- oohhh fuck yes- gonna cum in you. Shit- shit you're so tight." Katsuki's voice cracked as he finally felt you cum against him again, his own hips stuttering as he came hard into the condom.
The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes - Katsuki's body laying almost flat against yours - until he moved off, rolling onto his back and rolling the condom off, tying it and throwing it in the bin. The blond turned to face you and noticed your face in the sheets.
"Y/N… you good?" he rolled you onto your back and noticed the amount of drool smeared on your face, stray strands of hair sticking onto it.
Your eyes, half-lidded, looked back at him, nodding slightly. "Good girl, c'mere," he held his arms out for you and pulled you against his chest. "Thank you, baby, always making me feel so much better." His large arms covered your body, pulling you closely to him; he held you until you eventually fell asleep in his arms.
Monoma x F!Reader watching him do his makeup at his vanity 🪞
Just admiring her lover and how beautiful he is ☺️
Hiii!! tysm for the request.
Sorry if it's short, but I hope you enjoy it :3
WC: 483
Posted On: 10/08/26
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Getting ready for patrol was a long, multi-step process for Neito.
Here he was at 6 am - up early for his 8 am patrol - doing his skincare routine as he brushed his teeth. You were watching him in the en suite, comfortable in your warm shared bed; your eyes trailed him as he happily hummed to whatever song he was playing on his phone.
Neito was blissfully unaware of your staring as he finally washed off the last of his skincare. "Gonna do so good todayyy," he sung to himself, grabbing the make up bag he owned to sit at his vanity. "Y/N? What are you doing awake?" he noticed you looking up at him, laying on your pillow.
"You and your loud ass music woke up…" you replied with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he put on his makeup headband. The blond let out a small, nervous laughter, peering over to guiltily watch your sleepy form before looking back.
"W- Well, you can watch me do my makeup then I supposed…"
And that you did.
Neito was fully concentrated on his make up now, humming to the cheerful pop song playing on his phone as he concentrated on filling in his eyebrows. He was never afraid to - as he liked to call it - enhance his best features during patrol — a bit unnecessary since most of it would be smeared off in battle, but whatever made him happy.
Your eyes could barely concentrate as he now started to draw on his eyeliner, "ugh… babe, I'm running out of eyeliner — mind if I use yours?" he asked as he turned to face you. You just nodded a little and yawned; Neito hopped up happily from his seat to your side of the room, grabbing your eyeliner, "you're the best…"
The blond went back to happily drawing his other side of eyeliner on, cursing quietly - and quite frankly - getting frustrated at the symmetry. Seeing like this made you absolutely happy, he was always a little shy at adding makeup to his hero costume in high school, but as an adult, he had simply just did what he loved.
God, he really was one of the most attractive men you've ever laid your eyes on, even with that slightly… egotistical, personality of his.
"Whaddya think, babe? blush or no blush?" he asked as he turned to you. You opened one eye to look at him — he had this stupidly cute grin on his face.
"Mm… s'fine, Neito…" you yawned again and pulled the blanket up to your chin, watching as he nodded and turned back. You must have fallen asleep at some point, as while you had your eyes closed, you felt Neito's soft lips pressed up against your forehead, slightly sticky from his lip gloss.
"Have a great day, babe…" he whispered softly, getting up and leaving the house quietly.
Summary: Keigo's determined to make his partner happy.
Warnings/Contains: Fluff, established relationship, grumpy!reader, you hate your manager
WC: 580
Posted On: 10/08/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: You and Me Song - The Wannadies
Original Request:
I’d love to see you do Hawks with a grumpy reader, he loves annoying you but at the same time you also find him endearing
Divider by @angeliicide
If Keigo could have one thing for the rest of his life, it would be to forever to annoy the fuck out of you.
Some days you don't even remember how you two ended up together, but you guys made it work; you and Keigo had been together for about three years now — the most annoying three years.
He would poke you constantly, yap your head off, have one of his feathers follow you around, but at the end of the day, you always ended up in his arms.
Which currently led to this. You had just gotten back from work, letting out a frustrated sigh as you slipped off your shoes, "I'm home," you called out. The house seemed quieter than usual as you headed straight to your room. While you unchanged and swapped uniform for pyjamas, the sound of the toilet flushing and sink running could be heard momentarily.
When Keigo left the bathroom, he was happily surprised to see you fixing your hair. "Oh ho, looks like my stunning partner is home," he commented, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, "hey hey, babe, how was work?"
You just rolled your eyes, "ugh, I'm not in a good mood today, Keigo, stupid managers and their fucking superiority complexes…"
The man gave you a soft look, but squeezed you, "aw, babeee, it's gonna be okay!" he turned you around to face him and tried to make a cute face, keyword tried — he looked more like an awkward, strangled face. "Tell me what happened? Keigo can make it alllll better for you!"
"Don't worry about it, seriously," you grumbled, peeling away from him to lay on your side of the bed. The blond just pouted and followed you, crawling into bed next to you. He hated when you got into these moods, but he couldn't help but want to solve every little problem of yours.
"Seriously?!" he whined, trailing a hand up your arm, "you know I hate when you get all grumpy like this, baby…" he leaned his head against your shoulder as you looked away, trying hard not to look into his eyes. Damn him and his stupid puppy dog eyes.
You sighed before turning to face him, "fine fine I'll tell you," you sighed, "just… stupid manager expecting me to do everything and getting surprised when I tell him I was stressing out… told me to 'take a fucking breather' — yeah right!" At your words, Keigo's expression softened, pulling you into a warm hug.
"Oh, babe… you should tell HR or another manager, that's not okay at all," he mumbled into the top of your head, pressing a warm kiss on it, "say… if he gives you anymore trouble, well.. let's just say pro-hero Hawks will make a surprise visit."
At his words, you rolled your eyes but gave him a weak smile, "thanks Keigo, I think I'll be fine. I'll kick his ass next time he tries to start some shit with me, or schedules me onto the stupidest, most impossible tasks ever." Keigo smiled at your determination and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your face relentlessly.
"Alright alright, that's enough!" you tried pushing him off of you, but Keigo and his stupid hero-strength held a tight grip on you, continuing to shower kisses all over your face.
"You're- too- cute- when- you're- tough," he praised in between kisses.
Safe to say, Keigo got a bit of a whacking afterwards.
Then we getting restrained by Denki while Shinsou fucks us and denkis sending shocks through our body to tease us
Then roles switch and Shinsou is using his quirk to make us repeat degrading sentences like 'yes sir I'm a slut' GIGGLING GIGGLING GIGGLING GIGGLING GIGGLING GIGGLING
PLEASE
LIKE MHA ASIDE FROM SOUTH PARK (hi same person who requested two recent South park fics if yours <33) IS MY SHIIIITTT PLEASE I BEG YOU
HIII!!
so so sorry this took soo long, ive been busy these holidays
Grabs you by the shoulders
Denki. Shinsou
Throuple, threesome
Eiffel tower position
Then we getting restrained by Denki while Shinsou fucks us and denkis sending shocks through our body to tease us
Then roles switch and Shinsou is using his quirk to make us repeat degrading sentences like 'yes sir I'm a slut' GIGGLING GIGGLING GIGGLING GIGGLING GIGGLING GIGGLING
PLEASE
LIKE MHA ASIDE FROM SOUTH PARK (hi same person who requested two recent South park fics if yours <33) IS MY SHIIIITTT PLEASE I BEG YOU
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @huraxy-dividers
How the hell you ended up in this situation could be anyone's guess.
But here you were, full-nelsoned by Denki, as Hitoshi pounds his thick cock in you. "Shit, Y/N," Hitoshi cursed in a low tone, grabbing your thighs to steady himself as his cock disappeared inside of you. From behind, Denki was whispering in your ear, hands holding your thighs back.
"Fuckkk, such a pretty woman," he groaned, kissing the spot just under your ear, "love you so much, baby… you're so good for us, huh?" You could barely think, barely processing his words with the amount of stimulation you were getting, so you just nodded mindlessly.
Denki laughed at your response, his hands exploring your body, "shitttt, she's so perfect, Hitoshi," the blond groaned. His fingertips teased your stomach, trailing up and down; Denki used his quirk very lightly against your skin, making you gasp and clench around Hitoshi.
"Ghh- shit… she- she feels so much tighter when you do that," he pointed out, plunging his dick deeper in you — Denki felt hot at the comment. "You like when Denki does that for you, huh? Makes you feel good?" Hitoshi asked, moving one hand to grab your chin to look at him. His chest tightened at your fucked-out expression, occasionally clenching around him as Denki's fingers zapped you lightly.
You nodded again, finally spitting out words, "ah.. ah yeah- nh- feels s'good…" the praised had sent a jolt through both Denki and Hitoshi, both wanting to make you cum for them. Denki's fingers moved to your nipples, using his quirk to zap them, which made you squirm and moan.
Meanwhile, Hitoshi was feeling that familiar sensation of his orgasm. "Shit- ahh- keep fucking zapping her, fuckkkk, gonna cum so hard in this pussy," He was practically rambling now, desperate to cum.
"Keep fucking her," Denki begged, pinching your nipples to make you groan, "gosh, baby, you're so perfectttt." You could feel it too, Hitoshi could especially as you squeezed around him.
"She's gonna cum, shit- so am I," Hitoshi leaned his head forward, capturing your lips with his, shoving his tongue far into your mouth as the two of you came. Hitoshi was the first to, his body slumping forward, moaning desperately in your mouth as his cum painted your walls. Your orgasm basically arrived right after his, your body shaking between the two men.
You and Hitoshi took a moment to breathe as Denki kissed your neck. "Feel good?" he asked to nobody in particular. Hitoshi mumbled out a 'yes' while you just nodded, panting hard.
After a couple of minutes, Hitoshi finally moved off and stared at you, well, mainly at your pussy which was leaking his cum.
"Think you can take Denki? Hm?" He asked, grabbing you by the hips to pull you off of him as Denki urgently pulled his boxers off. You nodded weakly, "colour, pretty."
"Green…" you muttered, moving yourself on all fours.
Denki's eyes felt like they were bulging out of his sockets at the sight, "hooooly fuck, what a sight," he commented, practically pouncing behind you. "You okay to go now, Y/N?"
You turned around to look at him, nodding, "'m ready, I promise." With the okay from you, Denki excitedly gripped your hips, staring down at the hypnotising curves of your ass before slowly sinking his cock in you.
"Holy crap- hahh-" Denki groaned once he fully bottomed you, "you're so wet and slippery- shit, Hitoshi… you really stretched her out." He waited for a couple of seconds before slowly thrusting in you, "that's it… holy shit…" Denki's pace was a little more sloppier than Hitoshi's, but you could tell that the guy had a lot of love for you.
"Feels good?" Hitoshi asked as he kneeled in front of you, jerking off to you getting fucked. You nodded your head, barely able to think, "oh, c'mon baby, I want a more verbal response than that."
You whined out and nodded again, "feels really good, 'toshi…"
At the response, you could feel your brain going all soft and pliant — that damn Hitoshi and his quirk. "Heh, you're too easy," he commented, determined to use his mind control quirk on you as you were pounded mindlessly from behind.
Denki's cock twitch at the realisation of Hitoshi using his quirk on you. "Ooh oh! Make her say some really embarrassing shit!" he begged as his pace quickened, gripping the globes of your ass.
"'course 'm gonna do that," he replied before grabbing your hair from the roots. "C'mon, Y/N, tell us how much of a slut you are."
Like you had any choice, you had responded in a soft, mindless tone: "'m such- such a slut for you two… th- the biggest slut ever. I love being use!" you responded almost immediately, staying quite still as Denki continued to pound from behind.
The blond moaned and grinned, biting your shoulder blades a little. "Fuckkkk, her words are so fucking hot," he whined out, rutting into you more desperately.
"Heh, you like that, Y/N?" Hitoshi asked.
"Mhmhm! Feels sooo good," you responded compliantly, still under the effect of his quirk.
The man groaned and started to jerk off a little faster, "open y'mouth for me, 'm gonna- gonna cum…" he gritted out, staring intensely at your tongue — fuck, was he turned on by it. Meanwhile, Denki was almost like putty above you, moulding his body against yours as he felt his orgasm loom.
"Mmmn, shit- shit Y/N…" he whimpered out, "I have to- hah!-" he didn't even have enough time to warn you before shooting ropes of his warm cum in you. Your eyes widened a little at the feeling; you weren't under Hitoshi's quirk anymore.
However, you didn't have enough time to react to the realisation as Hitoshi let out a low groan, cumming all over your mouth and chin. You gasped a little as you looked up at Hitoshi, whose eyes were closed tight; he squeezed the tip of his cock to get that last little bit of cum out.
"Babyyyyy…" Denki whined out as he moved out of you, falling on the bed next to you, "y'so good, so pretty," he basically pulled you into his arms, nuzzling into the back of his neck.
"H-Hey! Give me a sec!" you stuttered out, still in shock about what just happened.
Meanwhile, Hitoshi had given you a quick head pat before leaving for the bathroom. After a few minutes he came back in with two warm cloths, "you two okay?" he asked quietly as he handed you the cloths. Denki gave a thumbs up while you just nodded, wiping off the cum on your face and thighs.
"Hope- hope it wasn't too much," Denki asked as he wiped himself off.
You smiled a little at him, "'m good, I promise."
Your reassurance must've been that good, as he had fallen asleep almost immediately after. Hitoshi shook his head at the sight and stretched, "sorry about the… quirk thing. Should have asked first…"
"S'fine, 'toshi, y'know I've already give you permission to beforehand," you reassured, squeezing his arm. The man sighed but nodded.
"I know, just still feels a little… weird, I guess."
You snorted and pulled him down, "c'mon, we'll talk about it later, just lay here."
Warnings/Contains: Smut, semi-public sex, public sex, alleyway sex, fingering, clit play, unprotected sex, he calls you baby a few times.
WC: 1,326
Posted On: 01/07/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: MENLO PARK - Ayesha Erotica
Original Request:
I’d love to see some Hawks x reader content 👀👀
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @pixopix
Patrol was absolutely boring.
Keigo had been perched upon a random building for ten minutes, mindlessly scanning for any criminal activity. He was five hours into his patrol and so far it had only been petty crimes or people just trying to steal — everything was just so dreadfully boring.
His mind wandered off a little, thinking about the dangerous yet sweet villain who had attacked last week — you. Before the encounter, he heard rumours of a villain with some kind of psychokinesis power, of course, he didn't think it was true.
Then, he had an encounter with you one night, what started off as a fight amongst a crowd ended up with you riding his cock in an alleyway.
"God…" Keigo ran his hand through his hair, feeling quite embarrassed that such a short interaction could have such an impact on him. The hero flew down to the ground, taking a more closer approach to find anything. While he was walking, a couple of people had smiled or waved at him; a few people walked by him wearing hoodies or outfits that could easily disguise them. But they weren't doing anything harmful.
In particular, Keigo could feel a pair of eyes glaring in the back of his head. He turned around quickly and smiled a little, he recognised those eyes quickly.
"Y/N," he greeted quietly, jumping a little as you grabbed his wrist, pulling him into another alleyway. You were wearing a plain grey hoodie, sweatpants, and slides. "Oh hoh, nice outfit," he winked towards you, running a hand through those bright blond locks of his, "didn't think I wouldn't recognise you out of your usual outfit?"
You rolled yours eyes at him and squinted, "damn- ugh Hawks. This is absolutely pathetic of me, but I just- I can't get you out of my damn head," you gripped his wrist tighter, slamming him against the wall. He had that stupid smirk on his face, eyes twinkling at your confession.
"You feel the same way, huh?" he teased, letting you press him against the wall. You both knowingly looked at each other, feeling the growing erection between his pants, "can't get enough of how I made you squirt on me last time?"
Your eyes widened at his question, face heating up at his stupid words. "Shut- shut the fuck up, Hawks!" you hissed out, hands already squeezing his bulge, "I just- I need relief and I saw you on the streets…" Keigo raised an eyebrow at the confession.
"S'that why you're dressed like a hobo?"
"Shut the fuck up!" you squeezed his bulge again, making him whine out quietly, "I- my vibrator died so I was on the way to buy another one when I saw you walking around mindlessly like a headless chicken." Keigo blinked a couple of times before letting out a laugh.
"Oh, you're so cute, Y/N," he teased, moving his hands to your shoulders, "fine fine, I'll give you a couple of minutes of my time so that you can get off." His hands moved to his pants, unbuckling his belt to push his pants down a little, "in this alleyway? That fine?"
You groaned in relief, "thank fuck," you dragged him behind a dumpster, pulling your sweatpants and panties down, "should track you down more to have a nice fuck." Your words made Keigo blush a little — you were a very forward person.
"Well shit, Y/N," Keigo's eyes widened a little as you leaned back against the wall, arching your back to present yourself to him. Your pussy was glistening with arousal, which filled Keigo's nostrils strongly. "My God… is it my birthday or something?" he laughed to himself, using his thumb to spread your lips a little.
"Just- just fuck my already… jeez," you whined impatiently, covering your mouth with your hand as he used the middle and ring finger of his other hand to finger you. You were moaning in your hands shamefully now, enjoying the way he touched you like you were his.
Keigo grinned in excitement, "oh, what a pretty pussy indeed," he teased, curling his fingers to hit to the right spot. You squeaked into your hands again, eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming sensation. "You ready, baby? Want me to fuck you well?"
"Please- please, Hawks," you begged, hand flat against the brick wall.
"Mmm, since you beg so nicely…" Keigo pressed a kiss to the back of your head; he grabbed his cock, with the hand that was fingering you and slowly teased the tip towards your entrance. "That's it baby," he cooed as you whined out for him, "just relax…"
Slowly but surely, Keigo pushed his cock in her pussy slowly. "Oh fuck- fuck you're so wet," his head leaned forward, almost touching your shoulder as the both of you moaned. He waited a couple of minutes for the both of you adjusted before he started moving. Keigo would admit — you had a really wet and tight pussy that was just felt so addicting to him.
You gritted your teeth at the pressure of Keigo's cock in you. "This- this is better than any- nghh- dildo or vibrator I own," you confessed, letting out a low moan as he started to thrust at a regular pace. Keigo's grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly at the compliment, resting his forehead against the back of your head.
"Fuck- oh, baby… you're gonna get me addicted," Keigo confessed, letting out a particularly erotic moan near your ear as his pace accelerated. Your pussy was clenching around his cock and it was making the hero lose his mind. "Oh- oh fuck you feel so good. Best- ahhn- best pussy I've ever had, even if it did come from a villain."
You were going to cum already. It had only been a pathetic couple of minutes but fuck, could he fuck well. "Shit, I'm gonna cum already," you whined, letting out quiet moans as he started to fuck in you harder, "Hawks- oh fuck Hawks! Fuck me harder!"
"Keigo," he corrected, moving a hand to rub your clit with his thumb, "call me Keigo when you cum."
No way was he already giving you his real name already.
"'m gonna cum! Please please please, inside of me, Keigo!" you begged, "'m on the pill, please just cum in me!"
Your begging was just too cute to him. The way you pleaded for his cock, how you clenched around him — he was growing addicted. "Such a pretty woman, Y/N," he moaned in your ear, gasping out as his own orgasm loomed, "I'll- I'll be sure to fill this pretty pussy of yours. Ohhhh fuck fuck! Gonna cum!"
Keigo's wings ruffled as he orgasmed, biting down against your shoulder as he shot ropes of cum inside of you. At the same time, your own orgasm hit you hard, making your legs tremble.
The two of you stayed there for a couple of minutes, panting hard in each other's proximity.
"Oh, that's it baby," Keigo teased, finally pulling his cock out of you. He helped out and pulled your panties and sweatpants up and over your butt, fixing his own pants afterwards. "That feel good, baby?" he asked, rubbing your butt as you finally turned around to face him.
"Tch, it was fine," you mumbled under your breath, crossing your arms, "you better fuck me like that next time."
Keigo's eyes lit up a little at the mention of a 'next time.' "Next time?" he echoed, "hoh… I think I'll take you up on that offer, Y/N," he gave you a wink before fixing up his hair. "Seems that it's getting a little late. I need to get back on patrol, stay safe."
With that, the winged hero quietly flew up from the alleyway, getting back to his patrol. You just stared up at him as he went away, wondering when you'll encounter him again.
Summary: You and your husband have a bit of fun before his patrol.
Warnings/Contains: Smut, established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, kissing, domestic bliss, praise, EATERRRRR SHOUTA, wholesome sex??, missionary position, doggy style, light spanking, multiple orgasms, sloppy kissing.
WC: 2,656
Posted On: 29/06/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: Inertia Creeps - Massive Attack
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @saradika-graphics
Five hours.
Shouta had at least five hours before he had to start patrol. Today had been hell, dealing with Class 1-A on an almost daily basis had been aging him rapidly — he swore that they were going to give him a heart attack at just 29.
The man shrugged his bag off to the couch, immediately relaxing at the smell of dinner being made. It was a Thursday, which meant his wife, you, was making some kind of western food tonight. Shouta quietly slipped into the kitchen, watching as you mixed a pot of whatever.
"Hi, dear," he greeted tiredly, wrapping his arms around your waist, peering over into the pot, "what is it tonight?"
Almost immediately, you leaned slightly into his touch, savouring the warm press of his lips against your neck. "Making beef stew," you replied, placing the wooden spoon against the grill of the stove to turn and face Shouta. He had a signature tired-look on his face, small smile on his face.
"Yeah?" the man pushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead, "missed you a lot today, dear. The kids keep asking about you, looks like they weren't done talking to you when you came in last week to drop my lunch off." Shouta sighed and pulled you closer, breathing in your smell.
"Maybe I'll come in to visit," you hummed against him, lightly tracing his lower back with your nails, "sound good, baby? I'll stay for lunch." At your words, the man nodded slightly, face still buried in your neck. The two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes before he pulled away.
"I'm gonna wash up. Dinner almost ready I presume?" he asked, hands just holding your waist. You nodded and kissed his nose.
"I'll have it all plated."
Shouta hesitantly moved and headed to the bathroom, freshening himself up for a couple of minutes. When he came back to the dining room, he saw the two bowls of stew on the table, alongside some warm, buttered bread on the side.
"Fuck…" he mumbled under his breath, "honey? I'm ready to eat." When he announced he was back, you walked in, taking off the apron you had on before and draping it over your chair.
"This looks so delicious," he complimented as the two of you sat down to eat.
Dinner was quiet like usual, the two of you making the occasional conversation about your day, the upcoming day, next week… it was nice.
By the time the two of you finished eating and the dishes were washed - Shouta insisting that you rested on the couch so that he could clean them - you were laid together in your shared bed. Shouta had you in his arms, pressing you tightly against his chest.
Nights like this were always the best, even if he would be out for most of it to patrol.
"Y/N…" he mumbled in the back of your head, his hand rested over you moving under your shirt to hold your stomach. "Gonna miss this pretty, warm body of yours while I patrol tonight," he leaned over to kiss your cheek, his long black hair cascading over your faces.
You turned just slightly to lay on your back, pressing your lips against his. Shouta's hand moved to cup your face, deepening the kiss as he moved over your body, trapping you under him. "Fuck… I'm supposed to be conserving energy before my patrol, not waste it," he complained against your lips, hands pressed against the bed on either side of your head.
"Gonna miss you a lot tonight, though," you smiled a little, cupping his face in return, "can't I spend some time in bed with my husband?"
Shouta could feel his cock pressing against his pants a bit painfully now at your question, "shit, Y/N, the things you do to me." He kissed you deeply once more before his lips moved down your face, kissing your jaw slightly before they ended up on your neck.
His hands moved down to your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. His eyes met your breasts, making his breath hitch, "like what you see?" you teased, moving his hand over your breast.
Goosebumps prickled your entire body as his mouth made work of your neck. He bit down on especially sensitive areas, almost immediately soothing it with his lips and tongue. "Gonna fuck you all nice and hard, that way you'll have a good night's sleep without me," he muttered into your neck, looking up at you for a second before looking back down.
Almost immediately, Shouta made good work to cup and grope your chest, muttering to himself quietly at how soft and squishy they were.
"Could die like this," he sighed out, leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth.
You were a quiet, moaning mess underneath him as his other hand made work to play with the other one between his fingers. He looked so calm with a breast in his mouth. "Khh- oh God, Shouta…" your hand ran through his hair, gripping the roots carefully as he switched breasts, playing with the other one now.
Much to your slight protesting, Shouta moved his mouth off of you to catch his breath. "You taste so delicious," he pressed another quick kiss to your chest before crawling down, "pass the pillow, baby. Let me take care of you."
You obeyed his instruction and handed him a pillow. Shouta lifted your hips a little with his free hand and placed the pillow under your lower back.
"Good girl," he pressed a kiss on your stomach before hooking his fingers under your waistband, pulling down your pants and panties down together, throwing them on the floor.
"There she is… my second favourite lady," Shouta moved your thighs on his shoulders, getting a better look at your puffy, wet pussy. You started to feel a little shy under his gaze; you two had been married for six years and dated three years before that, but you still felt so embarrassed being naked in front of him.
Shouta pressed one last kiss on your thigh, his hand moved forward. His finger moved one your labia lips to the side, getting a better look at your clenching, wet hole. "How pretty," he commented under his breath; his thumb on his other hand shifted to move your clitoral hood up.
The man leant forward and finally attached his mouth onto your pussy, tongue sliding up from your slit to your clit.
"Nngh… right there, Shouta," you whined out, knuckles almost white as he started to work his tongue on you. Getting head from him was probably one of the best experiences of your entire life.
At your praise, Shouta moved his mouth faster, practically making out with your pussy. His hands moved to your thighs now, gripping them tightly to pull your body closer to his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue and mouth was so soft against you but your ass was itchy at his scruffy chin scraping against you.
"Keep going- oh fuck- you're so good at this, Shou," your back arched while his tongue moved faster, eyes closed in bliss.
Shouta knew if you agreed, he'd have his face between your thighs every night.
His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing it at a faster pace to get you to cum sooner. It was working. Every one of his touches was overwhelming you and you were going to cum soon, Shouta could feel it too. "That's it, pretty lady," he moaned against your pussy, slurping at it at an embarrassingly loud volume, "cum for me, please."
Who were you to deny his request?
One particular suck of his mouth had sent you overboard. "Shh- shit shit shit!" you cursed out one last time before cumming on his mouth. Shouta slurped up whatever you were giving him, savouring the slightly bitter taste.
After a couple of seconds, he moved his face away from between your thighs and fuck — what a man. The lower part of his face was absolutely glistening, some of your cum smeared on his nose. "God, Shouta," you whined, laying your head flat on the bed, one arm over your eyes to hide your embarrassment.
"I know I'm not a usually messy person, Y/N," he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "I hope you can forgive me for that."
Shouta leaned forward to kiss your lips and grabbed your arm to peel it away from your face.
"Let me make love to you now, please," he begged, keeping eye contact with you as he pulled off his shirt, pants, and boxers — thank God for hairy men. Your eyes broke contact as you looked right at his cock.
It was just so thick and pretty — at least six and a half inches and uncircumcised. "Like what you see?" he teased, leaning forward on his knees, pumping himself before pressing the head just at your entrance. You were just so absolutely entranced by him.
"Do I like it? I love it," you spread your legs for him a little, "can't believe that's all mine."
Shouta sighed out, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit to smear your cum on it. "'m all yours, Y/N, always," he confessed. He pressed a final kiss against your shoulder before slowly sinking himself entirely inside of you.
Both of you reacted instantly to the sensation.
Your hands moved under his to grip his shoulder blades, fingernails digging into the skin carefully. "Oh- oh fuck that's it, Shouta," you groaned, holding the man to you as he adjusted to your warmness.
"Feels so good, every single time," Shouta sighed out, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "can't get over it…" After adjusting to your tightness, the man finally started to thrust his hips, hands fingered in your sprawled-out hair. The moans coming from both of your mouths were loud in each other's ears as his pace fastened.
Having Shouta so close to you like this during sex was everything you wanted and more.
"Oh- oh God, Y/N," he moaned in your ear particularly sultry as he felt your hole clenching around him. It had only been a couple minutes of him thrusting in you, but he already felt like he was going to cum already. He had the stamina for it, being a pro-hero and everything, but fuck, were you tight.
Shouta sat up straight on his knees, looking down at you from below. His hands gripped your thighs again, trying to thrust as deep as he could inside of you. The new angle felt much deeper this time, and more exposed as his eyes stared at every inch of your sweaty body.
"That's- ngh- that's it, pretty lady," he moaned out, "clench- clench around me. Gotta know how much of a good job I'm doing for you."
Your eyes were quite watery now as the sensation of your orgasm loomed over you. Shouta could feel it too and wanted to help you out, so he moved a hand to your clit, rubbing it desperately with two of his fingers. "SHIT! Oh fuckkk- fuck fuck Shouta," your voice cracked at his name, head throwing back against the pillows as your orgasm started to grow.
"Keep at it! Fuck!" your voice stopped entirely as you let out a final cry. The familiar coil in your tummy snapped as you came against Shouta's raw cock. He felt that you came on him, trying not to cum himself as your pussy spasmed around him.
"Fuck…" he groaned quietly, he pulled out of you and held your hips, "let me- let me from behind, baby." Once he saw you nod, still fucked-out from your recent orgasm, he turned your body around.
You were on your knees for him now, face resting on the pillow as your back arched, fat ass splayed in front of him. "What a pretty fucking sight," he complimented, holding his cock once again to slap against your ass momentarily.
"Gonna take me again, my love?" he asked, moaning at the overwhelming sensation of your dripping pussy. All you could answer with was with a pathetic groan. Shouta laughed a little at the response; his free hand held the swell of your ass, steadying himself as he finally pressed himself inside of you again.
The man immediately let out another loud moan, other hand gripping your hip tightly as he started to thrust in and out of you again.
The wet, sloppy noises your bodies made were extremely pornographic. If he could, Shouta would have had this all recorded for later use, but this was good for now.
"That's- that's it, baby," Shouta body loomed over yours, fucking you fast and hard. The new angle had him losing his mind once again, entranced by the plapping sound of your bodies meeting. Both of his hands were now holding your hips tightly.
His pelvis was hurting slightly at your body hitting his but he didn't care, the pleasure your pussy was giving him was numbing the pain. "What a fucking sight," Shouta growled, straightening his back to move a hand to your ass, spanking it a couple of times to get a reaction out of you.
Your face was practically buried in your pillow, holding it close to your face to muffle the pretty noises you were making. Why you kept doing that? Shouta would have no clue.
"Baby- shit- baby don't do that," he moved the hand on your ass to your hair, running through the strands to grab the roots carefully, and pulled your head back so that he could hear your fucked-out moans. "Let me hear the pretty- pretty noises you're making," he begged, thrusting growing more desperate.
The noises you were making were numbing Shouta's mind; everything you were doing was making him lose his mind. "Fuck- fuck I don't- ahhhn- I don't think I can last," he confessed, pulling your head back to give you a sloppy kiss on the lips.
Your tongue met his half-way, pressed up and sloshing against his.
The taste of your mouth, grip of your pussy around his cock, and the fucking overwhelming sensation of his balls slapping against your clit was bringing him over the edge. You were about to orgasm for a third time that night too.
"I love you," he cried against your mouth; he didn't expect you to say anything, but the way the corner of your mouth twitched upwards told him everything. One last final thrust was all it took for the both of you.
In an instant, the both of you came together. Shouta's warm, runny cum had painted your walls, dripping down towards your cervix, mixed with your own cum that was partially dripping out of your pussy. His hands let go of your head as the two of you collapsed, Shouta being careful not to crush you under his muscular body.
"Did so good for me tonight, baby…" he mumbled in your ear, pulling out of you to lay next to your spent body. His arm made its way under you, the other going over to pull you close to him; Shouta's arms were wrapped around you tightly, his face pressed in your hair and giving you soft kisses.
Your eyes were drooping already, feeling absolutely wasted
"Mmm… Shouta," you mumbled, indulging his clingy behaviour.
"I got you baby," he promised in your hair, keeping your body close to him, "let's… let's just sleep now. Then I'll go on patrol, okay?" He waited for a response, but noticed that your breathing had evened out.
Soon, Shouta's eyes grew heavy too and he eventually fell asleep, still keeping your body close to his as the two of you slept.
Summary: You catch Katsuki jerking off and help him.
Warnings/Contains: Smut, established relationship (MARRIAGE!!!!), masturbation, voyeurism, scent kink?, sub!Katsuki, praise kink, orgasm denial, dirty talk, fantasies, Katsuki begging, 'good boy' use, orgasm, a lot of 'fucks'.
WC: 1,933
Posted On: 14/06/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: Thinking Of You - A Perfect Circle
Author's Note: Requests are now open since I'm done with uni for the semester!!
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @thecutestgrotto
Katsuki Bakugou was never the kind of guy to jerk off.
After he had gotten in a relationship with you in your second year of high school, his need for pleasure always happened to be you. He'd barge in and took what he want from you — with your consent, of course.
Then, once you two married three years after graduating, you two had sex a lot. Like a lot; nearly everyday.
He couldn't keep his hands off of you.
But tonight, you weren't at home. 'Stupid Pinky' had dragged you out to go clubbing with her tonight, not that he minded — you both knew you belonged to each other anyway.
Now, Katsuki was sitting on the couch uncomfortably, erection twitching through his black sweatpants as he tried to ignore the need. You left hours ago, but fuck, that short dress you were wearing had made him lose his mind the minute you walked out of your walk-in closet. The one he had custom-made for you.
"Stupid…" he growled to himself, adjusting his length through his pants, "am I fuckin' teenager or somethin'?" He could barely focus on the dumb, old pro-hero history documentary he had put on just to distract himself.
But every time he closed his eyes, he could only envision you. Your dumb face. Dumb smile.
Katsuki groaned once more and ran a hand through his hair, furrowing his eyebrows hard. "Khh- fuck- fuck this," he shot up from the couch, turning off the T.V. as quickly as possible, storming off to their bedroom. Curse his stupid wife for making him feel so horny without her there.
He pulled his pants down once he laid on his bed, getting comfortable on his back. He saw your shirt on your side of the bed and tensed up, he hurriedly grabbed it and brought it up to his nose. "Shit…" he groaned out in satisfaction, soaking in the scent of your musky shirt.
His hands shot to his throbbing cock, too needy to care about dry beating.
"Mm… F/N…" he let out a quiet groan, gripping his length, stroking it at a medium pace. He missed you, so damn much. Your tits looked absolutely perfect in that dress, the fuck-ass dress he bought you as a surprise.
The grip of his hand tightened, thoughts drifting to the sight of you under him the night before. He had a stressful patrol and just needed you under him. "Shittttt," Katsuki hissed, pushing his nose deeper into the shirt, sweaty palms soaking it a little.
"My perfect woman," his voice muffled by the shirt, "need- need you so fuckin' bad."
What he hadn't realised was that you had gotten home five minutes beforehand. You had quietly made your way home, leaving early from clubbing since you had a coffee date planned with Katsuki the next morning.
You slipped your heels off and placed them against the wall, making your way upstairs to the bedroom. What you had assumed was that Katsuki was already sleeping, since his Saturday bedtime was around 11pm; it was currently 1:34am.
However, there he was on your bed, sniffing the pyjama shirt that you had been wearing the night before, other hand fucking his fist. He was moaning pathetically, occasionally grunting out your name.
Your eyes widened at the sight; you had never seen him jerk off before and boy, was it incredible. Yeah, you could have said something. But it was too good not to watch for a little, so you did just that.
Katsuki was clueless to his wife watching.
His eyes were shut tight, hips pathetically thrusting in the air while imagining you. You being fucked by him. Your face as he ate you ate. Just you.
"G- Goddammit, F/N…" Katsuki choked out, throwing the shirt back to your side of the bed, using that spare hand to tightly grip the bedsheets. Your hands were placed gently against the doorframe, biting your lip as you tried not to make a sound.
But as soon as Katsuki had choked out your name loudly, you stepped through the door, face flushed with wide eyes, staring at him with need. "W- What the fuck!?" his voice cracked at the end of the sentence as you suddenly appeared.
Katsuki was suddenly feeling embarrassed.
Embarrassed he was caught.
Embarrassed he had been jerking off.
"D- Dammit, F/N!" he yelled defensively, covering himself with the blanket, whimpering as the material grazed his leaking tip. "When did- when did you get home?" he felt utterly pathetic.
You snorted, closing the door behind you gently, "about six minutes ago. Spent the last four watching you touch yourself," you answered honestly, smirking at him. "Don't stop on my account," you walked to the end of the bed, sitting crossed-legged in front of him.
Katsuki's eyes trailed down between your legs, damn soaked panties visible for him to see. "Fuck off," he muttered, "this was a Goddamn moment of weakness. Just- just fucking come here so I can pound your pussy for real."
You shook your head at his request though, resting the side of your face on your hand. "Didn't I just say 'don't stop', Katsuki?"
He gritted his teeth at your defiance but fuck, was it hot. "Fuck you…" he pulled the blanket away from his body, showing off his built, muscular body for you to see. "You better… better let me fuck you after this," he growled as his hands slowly trailed to his cock.
The both of you managed tense eye contact as Katsuki started to tug at his cock, thumb swiping the tip to spread his pre-cum. "Nhh… shit," he pant out.
Every touch and movement had suddenly felt ten times more sensitive with you watching.
Your eyes were boring holes through his as he started to jerk off again, you weren't even paying attention to his pathetic actions that you told him not to stop.
"Are- Are you gonn' watch?" he gritted, biting his bottom lip while his movements grew faster. "You fuckin' asked- asked for it, so watch."
You let out a gasp at his words; you finally looked down and holy shit — his cock was dark red and angry, pre-cum continuously dribbling out while he jerked off.
The image was permanently burned into your memory.
"Shit… what a fucking sight," you leaned forward to intensely stare at it now.
"What the- the fuck are you doing?" Katsuki let out a choked moan, feeling horrendously embarrassed - and turned on - by your intense watching.
"Watching my cock get jerked off," you replied.
The reply shot straight down to the base of his cock, squeezing it a bit harder this time. "Don't fuckin'- ohh- fuckin' say that, F/N," he begged pathetically.
He didn't know how much longer he could last anymore. He was turned on with you watching him that he felt like he was going to burst his load right then and there. You were truly the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on.
"You look so good, Katsuki," you muttered, licking your lips as his breathing hitched. "You're so generous for letting me watch you touch yourself like this. You miss me that much, hm?"
Katsuki's moans choked in his throat. "Don't- don't fuckin' say shit like that…" he begged, his vermillion eyes rolling back, "you're- you're insane." He had never felt so pathetic in his life, he was always the one that teased, not you. But shit, he was kind of enjoying it.
"Aww, c'mon, Katsuki. It seems to me you like being ordered around like that," you chuckled, scooching closer to him as your knees slotted between his legs. Katsuki's heart pounded as you practically forced his legs open a little more.
"Fuck- ugh- fuck off!" he shouted while his hands still moved, "I'm gonna- gonna make you fuckin' regret teasin' me like- oh shit- like this!"
You just shook your head and laughed, hands resting on either side of his knees. "Just keep fucking going, Katsuki. Be a good boy and jerk off for me." Pleasure shot all throughout his body at your demanding words, he never knew he could feel so brainless before.
Is this what you felt like when he would say stuff like that to you?
"I'm gonna cum…" he confessed, head tilting back, making his skin glow under the bedroom lights. "Shit- shit fuck, F/N-" However, you cut off his orgasm shot as your hand shot to his wrist.
"Nuh uh, Katsuki," you warned, tearing the hand away from his cock. Katsuki's eyes widened, throwing his head forward with a pissed-off expression. Usually he was the one who cut off orgasms, but you? That was simply unfair.
"What the fuck!" he snapped, tears welling in his eyes as you made him stop. Well, it wasn't like he couldn't easily get out of your grip, but he liked you being this controlling. "Why'd you damn stop? I was about to fuckin'…"
You cut him off with a laugh, making him feel pathetic and small.
"The only way you're gonna be cumming tonight is by begging for it."
Katsuki blinked mindlessly at your words — are you fucking kidding him? "Ex-fucking-cuse me??" he barked. He was pissed. "I don't fuckin' beg. Not even for a fuckin' orgasm. Are you jokin'?!" However, you just shrugged and moved his hand off his cock.
"Fine then. If you don't want to cum you could have just said so…" you suddenly moved away from between his legs which made him suddenly whine. That noise made you stop and really look at his face; he was flushed red with lust and embarrassment, a sight you rarely saw.
"I- fine. Whatever…" he felt utterly defeated, like putty in your hands. "Please, F/N, let me cum… I'll be- God fucking dammit- I'll be a real good fuckin' boy if you let me."
There it was.
You moved comfortably back between his legs and smirked. You were cruel. "Be a good boy then and cum for me," you permitted, "I'll let you." Before you could finish off your words, Katsuki's hands flew back to his cock, fisting it fast and desperately.
"Yesyesyesyes! So fuckin' good… ughhh," Katsuki let out a loud moan, head thrown back against the headboard as he chased his orgasm. After only a few movements, his body shook in overwhelming pleasure.
Cum squirted out all over his torso, dripping down his abs and sides as his hand squeezed the tip to let more of the liquid dribble out. After a couple minutes of catching his breath, Katsuki cursed silently, staring down at the mess he had made.
Despite the many years of intimacy the two of you have had, he had never felt so pathetic before.
"Fuck you…" he gritted quietly, feeling shy under your overbearing watch.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" you leaned forward to press a kiss on his lips momentarily, "was that okay? did it feel good?"
Katsuki clicked his tongue, refusing to make eye contact with you while reaching the tissue box, grabbing handfuls of tissues to wipe his chest. "I'm gonna fuckin' wipe the bed with your stupid, smirking face," he promised as he cleaned himself up.
You helped him out and grabbed a couple tissues too to wipe up his abs, "Yeah? You promise?"
"I'm gonna fuckin' clean myself in the bathroom. You better be naked on the bed by the time I get back, otherwise, I'll do fucking worse to you."
HEYAA it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read any good Patrick stump x reader and I LOOVE your writing!!! May I please request best friends early tttyg era Patrick and fem reader go to a blink-182 concert cuz they’re her favourite band and then after he confesses his love for her and they kiss and it’s all cute and shit haha woah corny thank you so much ilyily🥹🥹🥹🧡🧡🧡
(Btw I like how you’ve mentioned blink in so,e of your other Patrick fics it makes me feel very characterised)
Hi there!! I hope I can fulfill your need for Patrick fanfic.
Summary: Patrick and F/N go to a Blink-182 concert together.
Warnings/Contains: TTTYG!Patrick, fluff, friends to lovers
WC: 1,386
Posted On: 28/05/26 also on AO3!
Title Song: I'm Lost Without You - Blink-182
Author's Note: HELLOOOO EVERYONE!! I promise that I am alive. I am sooo sorry that I've been dead for nearly two months now. University and life has been kicking my ass; hopefully I will be uploading some fanfics coming soon from my requests, so enjoy this for now. Thank you all so much <3 Also, let's IGNORE that FOB was on this tour for a bit. For the sake of my sanity.
Original Request:
HEYAA it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read any good Patrick stump x reader and I LOOVE your writing!!! May I please request best friends early tttyg era Patrick and fem reader go to a blink-182 concert cuz they’re her favourite band and then after he confesses his love for her and they kiss and it’s all cute and shit haha woah corny thank you so much ilyily🥹🥹🥹🧡🧡🧡
(Btw I like how you’ve mentioned blink in so,e of your other Patrick fics it makes me feel very characterised)
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F/N might have been the luckiest girl in the world.
Around five days ago, F/N had entered her town's local radio show giveaway for two tickets to Blink-182's upcoming tour and had managed to win them - this was the highlight of her life!
Of course, she already had a person in mind to take.
Ring! Ring!
"Hey, Patrick!"
She called her closest friend and the guy who introduced her to the band. On the other side of the phone, Patrick was sitting on his bed trying to, and hopelessly, come up with song lyrics for his own band.
"What's up?" He answered while chewing his pen.
F/N was feeling giddy about the phone call already, unable to contain her excitement. "Guess what?" She yelled out, already buzzed-up from the surprise, "remember that radio show that I called up? Well, I actually won the fucking tickets to them!"
Patrick's interest piqued a little at mention of the . "Oh yeah? What band was it for?" F/N felt like she could explode at her answer.
"Blink!"
"Blink? As in Blink-182?!"
"Yes! And I won two tickets, so you're coming with me!"
Patrick's eyes widened; she was really going to bring him? He felt like the luckiest friend in the world. "You're- You're bringing me?" He stuttered out, suddenly dropping the pen from his mouth.
"Well, duh," F/N snorted, "who else would I bring? Obviously, the guy who showed me Take Off Your Pants and Jacket."
He never expected to see Blink-182 at all — the tickets were unaffordable for him. For days on, the only thing that he would discuss with her was Blink-182's current tour, which he was feeling extremely FOMO about.
"That's really nice of you, F/N, when are they uh- when're they coming?" he stuttered out, excitedly playing with the ends of his hoodie string.
"Next Friday. You are free, right?" She asked; Patrick hummed a 'yes.' "Okay, that settles it: come to mine at like three, we'll line up for a while — hopefully, we can get close to barricade."
Patrick was practically bouncing around the room in excitement; if he could, he'd kiss her so fucking hard on the mouth. "Alright! That- that sounds amazing; I'll be at yours next Friday then. See ya."
Friday felt like it couldn't come soon enough.
College had been exhausting for both young adults, and this concert was extremely worth it in the end.
Patrick had arrived at F/N's home at around two-twenty in his beat up red 1999 Toyota Camry — he beeped the horn two quick times to signal that he arrived. After a minute exactly, F/N had rushed out of the house, wearing a The Smashing Pumpkin's hoodie and grey jeans.
"H- Hey!" He called out, opening the passenger door from the inside, "you got the tickets?" he asked, waiting for her to put her seatbelt on before driving to direction of the arena.
F/N had this bright beam on her face, pulling out the two tickets from the hoodie pockets, "fucking score! Argh, I'm so excited! Do you have merch money? I brought at least $50, so hopefully that's enough for like two shirts and a poster at least."
He let out a small chuckle, quickly taking a look at the tickets, before staring back out at the road. "I managed to scrape up $20, so I think I'll be fine." Her smiling, excited face was making Patrick feel all strange, as if his heart was trying to claw its way out of his ribcage — she was such a special friend to him.
The drive itself to the stadium wasn't as stressful, he managed to park at a side street close enough to the arena so that he wouldn't have to pay for any parking. The hard part was waiting for the doors to open at seven.
Five damn hours waiting in line for barricade.
The two friends managed to distract themselves for the long wait — F/N had brought along a CD Walkman that her parents had bought her for the previous Christmas, while Patrick had his notebook that had his lyrics in them.
Patrick couldn't help but get distracted from coming up with lyrics, everything that he was seemingly writing had managed to relate towards F/N. The past couple of weeks have been messing with his brain; he had been getting more… romantic thoughts about her. His best friend.
And fuck, was he conflicted.
After the long hours of waiting in line, the two managed to score barricade for the show. The two were practically buzzing with excitement as they stood together at barricade. The entire show had felt amazing, every song sounded better than the last. F/N poured her heart and soul out to Always while Patrick screamed Go.
F/N had managed to snap decent, albiet a bit blurry, photos on her digicam.
The show was almost over in what felt like a blink; I'm Lost Without You was the last song of the night. F/N could barely move her neck while Patrick's throat felt sore and scratchy. "Fuck… I feel so disgusting and sweaty," she complained, wiping her forehead with the shirt she bought while looking at the front.
"I feel you," Patrick agreed, throat croaky.
The lights dimmed for a few seconds before Tom DeLonge spoke out, throwing his sweat towel into the crowd. "We're almost at the end of the fucking night," he yelled out into the microphone, "I wanna thank you all for coming here tonight… you could have been anywhere else but you're all fucking here! Holy fuck."
"I want you guys to think 'bout that special somebody for this last song tonight. Hold 'em close to your heart and tell them you fucking love them — this song is called I'm Lost Without You."
The sound of a piano playing slowly came from the speakers as the band started playing. This was it. Patrick gulped nervously as the band started playing, he could just see F/N by his side, tearing up. "You okay there?" he asked quietly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
She nodded and sniffled quietly, wiping her tears, "I just- I just really like this song," she explained, laughing awkwardly as she leaned into Patrick's side-hug.
"I will go down as your lover, your friend."
Patrick's heart couldn't take it. He knew these feelings had been conjuring on for weeks now, but he was at his end point. "F/N I…" his voice faded out when he saw that she was already looking at him; he gulped nervously.
She was just so pretty.
Her eyes looked so shiny and sweet, and her lips… he'd fantasise about kissing them nearly every night.
"Yes, 'Trick?" she asked, still leaned into his touch; his hands gripped her shoulder a bit tighter, he couldn't believe he was going to say it.
"I like you so much. More than a friend, than a best friend," he confessed, his voice was shaky, "you're so damn beautiful and amazing, I haven't been able to stop writing about you. You've been in all my music and I just cannot concentrate for the life of me."
His confession was short and sweet, but F/N was just staring back with an open mouth and wide eyes, did he fuck it up? "C'mon, say something," he begged, voice cracking and an octave higher, "I'm sorry, I probably just ruined everything…"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" her voice came out shaky, "I fucking- oh my God, I like you too I just- wow."
He couldn't believe it.
Patrick started to feel giddy, he pressed his clammy hands tighter against her shoulder as he pulled her closer. "Am I dreaming right now? Oh God can I… can I kiss you?"
F/N grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down, smashing her lips against his. The world around them felt like it disappeared as the band's music drifted into the background — it was only them in the moment. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes before she pulled away.
"That answer your question?"
"God, you're really fucking corny."
By the end of the night, F/N and Patrick ended up making out in the backseat of his car, Radiohead blasting from the speakers loudly.
