Kats touching you while you're basically asleep

"Kats.." you mumble,

He places lazy kisses from the back of your next to your shoulder, slowly tugging down the strap of your tank top.

His hand slides from your hip to your chest, grabbing and kneading the soft skin, a sigh slips past your lips.

You tug yourself away with a whine, he follows, lips still on your neck, boner still pressing against your thighs, hand still grabbing at your tit.

"I'm tired.." you nuzzle your face into the arm under your neck, feeling the thick muscle of his biceps.

He squeezes your chest harder, fingers caressing over your nipple.

"Don't gotta do anything.." his voice rough and low in your ear, his teeth graze the shell of it before making his way back down to your neck.

⿻﹒Side piece.

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There is a faint mark on your back, fading traces that resemble tight grip of fingers.

It isn't rare for you to be littered in bites and bruises, Bakugou took pride in marking you up any way possible, but this wasn't his mark.

"So, you let your side piece mark you up too?" He huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, grey sweats loose on his waist, cum-gutters peeking through the elastic, whore.

"Which one are you talking about?" You move around sluggishly, trying to find whatever mark he was taking about, twisting your torso in an awkward angle before giving up and going back to getting ready.

"So, multiple side pieces, un-fucking-believable!" He groaned, arm raising up to run a hand through his hairs, "at least tell me, I am your favourite." He pleaded, tilting his head, sighing dramatically.

You scowled, "You are like 4th on the list." The pair of pants you had chosen today, refused to co-operate, stuck at your thighs despite your constant struggles to pull them up.

"Huh?! 4th?!!" He exclaimed, in utter disbelief, watching you hop around, "You better tell what he is doing so I can up my rank." He walked over, yanking you close by your arm, before reaching for your waistband gently pulling your pants up, hands circling your waist to make sure it didn't get stuck at the back of your thighs.

You let him manhandle your body, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you lightly kiss his cheek, "He helps me dress up." Another kiss on his forehead. "Pulls my pants up for me." Another one on the tip of his nose. "Stares lovingly as I talk about my side pieces."

He grunted, zipping up your pants and pulling you closer, "Yeah." He mumbled against your lips, "Something tells me I might know this guy." Не pressed his lips against your jaw, hands tracing your body as he grabbed your shirt.

"Maybe." You slide your hands into the sleeves, letting him button up your shirt, "He is tall, blonde, and so utterly handsome." You moaned obnoxiously. "And he has a huge coc—"

"We can't have a cute moment, can we?" He sighed, letting go of your shirt buttons as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Your pant aren't too tight, are they?" He asked, eyes meeting your dumbfounded ones, "Ma can design you a perfect pai—"

You cut his words off, pressing your lips against his, swarm of butterflies erupting in your belly as you take in his words, "You considerate, caring asshole," You huffed pulling away from his lips, "you'll kill me someday."

He let out a breathy chuckle, cradling your jaw, pressing a kiss against your forehead, "Just trying to improve my rank, you know." He hummed, swaying slightly despite no music playing in the background, "Can't let your side pieces steal you away from me."

"It's a bruise by the way."

Bakugou hummed in question pulling away from you slightly.

"The mark you were looking at, bruise from sparring with Mina."

"Racoon eyes is your side pieces no.1?!!"

"Katsuki NO."

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a/n: reposting an older fic (that I deleted along with few other fics, last year when I was tweaking)

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baker!izuku who works at his mom's cute little spot that's along the route to and from your job.

a/n: content warning is dude getting head (dih in yo mouth yuckkkkk)

"mm... you taste sweet. is that just a baker thing or...?"

you endearingly teased izuku, giving his length some long licks and little kisses down the shaft as he gazed down at you with a shaky hand hovering in front of his mouth.

"y-you know, when you— ah— when you came i-in... i thought... you'd just ask for a croissant, er... a cookie or something..."

you hum understandingly, pulling off and stroking him with your hand just to be able to look straight at him. "nah. in the mood for something more... filling."

"oh, man—" at your words, izuku's knees buckle, and he has to brace his hands on the counter edge behind him to avoid making more of a fool of himself than he already has. you giggle.

izuku glances at the door anxiously. he's not sure why— he closed up the shop over an hour ago at this point— but hey, you got in, didn't you?

he let you in, but that's neither here nor there.

"c-can i—" he sweetly begins, and when you interrupt him to tell him he can do whatever he likes, he mumbles out his thanks and his hand comes to fist your hair. you moan around him at the tension you feel in the strands, and he whimpers pathetically, hips shaking as he desperately holds back from bucking and choking you. your lips knowingly stretch with enthusiasm, forming something like a smile as you flatten your tongue and let him slide a little further back into your warm mouth.

"oh, my god, i-i c-can't—" he stammers, eyes squeezing shut because he knows if he watches you, he won't last another second. you only double your efforts, tongue circling his tip before tucking under it to press where he's most sensitive. izuku gasps, hips stuttering forward once. "i-i'm sorry, 'm gonna... oh, no..."

you don't let up at all, refusing to grant any reprieve until he's cumming down your throat. he's so snug, so warm and right where he belongs, and when you gently scratch his thigh for his attention, you can feel his abs tighten the second he looks back down at you. your eyes meet, and just like that, you can feel his warmth bloom on your tongue, and you pull back slightly so he can get a good look. opening your mouth and letting your tongue fall out a little, you smile at him as he paints your tongue and lips white, one hand pumping him through it.

izuku's sweating, mumbling to himself between whimpers and labored breaths, his fingers clutching a little tighter onto the counter edge and your hair. his thighs flex, shaking slightly, and when he's finally spent, you draw back to sit on your haunches. you swallow and lick your lips with a smile before you slowly rise to your feet and take his face in your hands to kiss him, and he returns the affection with sweetness and appreciation. his hand that was in your hair now rests on your waist, the one on the counter still doing its job to stabilize him. when you pull apart, he sighs deeply and clears his throat.

"...so... s-something more f-filling, huh?" he repeats your earlier innuendo, insides burning with embarrassment and the slowly dissipating heat of his release.

"yes, chef?" you playfully grin, leaning towards him and lifting a leg to hook around his hip.

"stop," he whines, but his hands come to cup your thighs and help lift you onto the counter anyway, knowing you're far from done.

he never leaves a customer unsatisfied after all.

a/n: easy like a sunday morning he should be ashamed

kirishima won’t let you look away, tangled within his muscular frame, all sweaty limbs and breathless gasps wrapped up in pure ecstasy. his body hovers above yours, casting shadows in the dim light spilling through the loose curtains and cool evening air. the sweet smell of vanilla wafts through the room, soft ribbons of smoke curling lazily from the incense he had lit only moments prior.

kirishima always makes sure the moment is sensual, wrapped in a lovesick haze—he’s a very romantic man at heart. and he holds yours with large, calloused hands adorned with various scars that trail up his arms, across his back, and toward his chest like inked medals, tributes to his life as a hero—a man very much capable of violence, yet all soft lips and hushed reassurance when he’s buried beneath the covers with you. his favorite place, he thinks. tucked away with you, lapping at your spoils, while you squirm beneath him, all pretty whimpers and trembling limbs.

the head of his cock traces your slick folds slowly, your pussy aching for his girth to finally stuff your needy hole full. his voice is low, a rasp that settles warm against your skin. you’re feverish underneath him, body practically molded to his, the way he keeps you close. voice rough yet it holds a softness reserved only for you, he’s demanding too—every time you squirm or let your gaze drift to the ceiling, nerves curling tight in your chest during this intimate, overwhelming moment.

“look at me.” he says it like a mantra with such authority that it only makes the wetness between your thighs pool further, the ache inside you growing louder. you shake your head weakly, but his cock pushes through your entrance now, your hole greedily welcoming him, swallowing him down to the base. he’s warm inside you, full in a way that sends a rushing sensation rushing through your body. you need him to move, need him to fuck you dizzy.

“mphm, kiri i need you to mo—”

he thrusts once, rutting his hips into you slowly—just enough to graze your sweet spot, sending a rush of white-hot pleasure through your body, before stilling almost immediately.

“like that?” he asks, voice strained, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him not to keep going.

his grin is wild, sharp, shark-like teeth glinting as the edges of his lips curl cruelly. he waits, blood-red eyes fixed on you, and even through the haze of lust you can feel the weight of his stare.

he’s waiting for you to cave.

you know he won’t give in until you look at him.

despite the urge to curl away and hide, you slowly turn, your eyes catching the velvet softness hidden within his stare. your heart—the very organ tasked with keeping you alive—beats so rapidly you fear it may give one final pump and finally surrender as you weakly meet his devoted gaze.

his soul seems to brim in the irises of his eyes, to spill from the pads of his fingertips—the same ones that catch your jaw the moment you falter and turn away again, burying yourself in the plush pillow where the faint scent of lilies lingers in the fabric from the detergent you’d washed it with.

his touch is warm as he cups your jaw, fingers pressing gently into your skin, thumb tracing idly over the softness of your bottom lip.

“look at me, i wanna see that pretty face.”

your cheeks bloom a deep red under his honeyed words. “shut up, you’re so dumb,” you mutter, completely flustered, shoving his hand away—but it only makes him chuckle. his face drops into the crook of your shoulder, deep crimson locks spilling forward, bangs falling into his eyes before he brushes them aside. he looks slightly disheveled, completely open for you.

his thumb presses against your lips before slipping past them, kneading gently at your gums as a boyish grin spreads across his face. “you’re so cute. you have no reason to be shy, baby… just keep looking at me, hm?” he murmurs. when he pulls his thumb free, saliva glistens along the pad of it. you bite down lightly, leaving behind faint marks from your teeth.

“she bites,” he says, something wild flickering across his expression.

his hands find yours, fingers interlacing as he pins them above your head, hips rocking into you with a steady, building rhythm. your eyes stay locked on him, both of you slick with heat, the sounds of him filling you echoing in the tight space between you. his thrusts turn fast, erratic—until he slows just enough to drag against your g-spot, chasing the way your breath stutters at the curve of him.

his forehead falls against yours, maroon strands spilling around you both like a curtain shielding you from the world outside your windows. one hand slips free to cup your face, thumb tracing soft circles into your skin. kirishima’s lips find yours again, his tongue brushing along the seam of your mouth, asking—before taking. you melt into him, breaths tangled, shared, stolen, given back all at once, inhaling each other’s oxygen, greedily consuming it. a perfect depiction of love.

his other hand leaves yours, drifting lower, finding the swollen bud of your clit. he rubs slow, light circles—barely there—but paired with the heat of his mouth, the wet press of his tongue, and the steady thrust of his cock, it’s enough to make your thighs shake. he smells like warm cedarwood and clean soap, layered with something faintly musky and lived-in, like he’s just stepped out of training, and it clings to him in a way that’s completely intoxicating—you’re drunk off his scent.

his movements falter just slightly, hips stuttering as your body tightens around him, pulsing.

“fuck…” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look at you. “she’s gripping me.”

his forehead presses harder to yours, almost too much. “you feel so good… look so pretty when you finish on my cock, my sweet baby,” he coos.

your nails dig into his broad back, crescent marks forming as you cling to him.

“gonna spill,” he mutters under his breath.

you wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let go. he glances down at you, breath catching, a half-laugh breaking free.

“you’re sure you don’t want me to pu—”

you only tighten your hold, thighs squeezing his torso.

he laughs, breathless, grin sharp and besotted with fondness, “greedy girl.”

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comfort | midoriya, i.

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, porn without plot, softdom!izuku, fem!afab!crybaby!bratty!reader, cockwarming, praise, degredation/condescendingness, hurt/comfort (?), he’s a little mean :(, heavy dumbification/babying, not proofread (do i ever proofread drabbles….?), implied marathon sex,

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this originally was a response to an ask and is a reblog from my previous accounts... one of my favorite scenarios tbh...

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: boyfriend izuku cockwarming you while being mean/comforting you like you need due to your stress

ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 627

“shh, no need to think, baby,” izuku cooes, fingers combing lovingly through your hair as your walls clamp tight around his thick cock. “pretty girls don’t need to use their brains, yeah?”

you nod, sniffling as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. “i’m so tired of working, izu…”

his tongue clicks, lips tugging into a pout as he mocks the one on your face. “it’s not fair, huh? a dumb little thing like you shouldn’t have to work so hard, right?”

with a sob as your answer to his teasing, he chuckles. he shifts slightly, adjusting himself in his desk’s chair so that the bubous tip of his dick could nestle comfortably against your cervix. “you’re such a good girl, you know that, baby? working so hard— making me so proud. you wanna make me proud, right?”

“yeah…”

“say it all out for me, my love,” he encourages softly, placing a kiss onto the side of your head.

“i wanna, wanna—” you hiccup, “— wanna make you proud…”

“mhm. because?”

“because i’m a good girl…”

“yep, exactly— my beautiful, good girl,” he murmurs, thumb brushing tenderly against the curve of your cheek, his head tilting to meet your gaze. “so what are you gonna do tomorrow?”

“noooo…” you whine, tears threatening to redouble as you recall the stress tomorrow may bring, “izuku, i want you to take care of me…”

he kisses his teeth, knowing you meant you wanted to quit your commitments and depend on him. in a heartbeat, he would, but out of love he couldn’t. instead, he says, “you’re a big girl, my love. you don’t think i want what’s best for you?”

in response, you let out a small mewl, your head tipping back as one hand curls into a tight fist, lifting to swipe at the tears welling in your eyes. “you’re so mean… i-i’m literally crying, and—and…”

“i know, i know,” izuku croons, swiftly shushing your attempt to act out. “this is me taking care of you, baby,” his hand lowers to the imprint of his dick bulging your stomach, giving it a pat, “don’t you see that?”

a huff escapes your lips, choosing not to respond to him, so frustrated by everything that you want to take it out on him. however, your lack of acknowledgment only makes him smile— the warning clear, yet the abrupt buck of his hips upwards still catches you off guard.

“surely you’re not too stupid that you can’t even understand me, baby,” he sighs, his fingers moving to grip your chin, firm yet gentle, like an owner scolding a stupid puppy. “that would be ridiculous, right?”

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stoner? | midoriya, i.

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, dubcon elements, weed, sleazy!closeted stoner!izuku, gn!reader, suggestive, messy af

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: these were a result of an ask from my previous blog (this is a reblog). i formatted them :p

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: your closeted stoner classmate ^_^

ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~500

i think stoner!izuku would do weed for post-exercise benefits or maybe even pain management… losing your arms, even momentarily, can be crazy… could even just because he’s so high strung usually…

i also think he’d be a closet stoner…

uni classmate izuku who you find out uses a pen when he takes a hit outside the lecture hall once class is over… a lopsided grin tugging at his lips when you joke about taking the next hit… only to be surprised when he actually offers it… when you say you’ve never actually smoked before, it’s his turn to be surprised…

“ah, no problem,” he laughs, holding his pen up to your lips for you, “take a deep breath…”

and so you find yourselves hiding in a corner of a outdoor doorway taking a hit from your classmate’s pen, his thumb caressing your chin as he shields your activities off from passerbyers… once you’re finally all floaty and high, his tongue darts out to wet his lips before asking you if you want to come over to his place to… hangout……

── ⟢ drabble #2

“y’know,” you mumble, continuing on with the inane ramble you somehow got into, “when people say ‘bowl,’ i thought there would be like… an actual bowl. this looks nothing like a bowl.”

izuku’s chest, warm and sturdy against your back, rumbles with a charmed laugh, watching amusedly as you examine the glass object. “you’re right,” he smiles, quick to take careful note of how soft you’ve grown sitting in between his legs— pliant, “it’s more like a spoon, huh?”

“yeah… but i guess spoons are less appetizing-sounding than bowls are… i wouldn’t want to eat a spoon… ”

he lets out another chuckle, finding your scrupulous analysis funny. “it’s just slang,” he explains cooly, plucking the bowl from out your hands and onto the armrest of the couch. “i don’t think anyone was thinking about making weed something you’d wanna eat.”

“maybe,” you sigh before thoughtlessly nuzzling your face into his bicep, “i think i’m just hungry…”

“munchies?” he asks, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “y’want me to order a pizza?”

as if on cue, a hunger you seem to have never known before growls in your stomach, and your eyes glimmer with a wide eyed epiphany at his proposition. “oh my god, yes… that sounds so good right now…”

izuku laughs softly, reaching over you for his phone in one smooth motion. “alright, give me a few minutes and it should be here in about twenty.”

you sigh, leaning back against him. “damn… twenty? that’s so long… i don’t know if i’ll make it… like, i’m so hungry. aren’t you?”

he shrugs, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he does so. in your inebrience, you hadn’t yet noticed the way his free hand had grown curiouser and cuirouser about what lied in between your legs, his fingers playing casually with the button of your shorts.

“i’m hungry for something, i suppose.”

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i’m coming on here to say that some really unfortunate things have happened. i found myself in an abusive living situation with my aunt in a completely different state, where she was the only person i knew. she took all of my money, overworked me, and forced her responsibilities onto me cleaning her entire house and caring for her child all while i was working 10–12 hour shifts every day, not including the hour it took me to walk to and from work. there were also times she purposely sabotaged my job and made me late so i could take care of her child. every day i came home and had to clean everything, including the messes her child had made. i was verbally abused and belittled by her and her husband daily. she even allowed her husband to throw things at me, and attempt to hit me. i won’t go into further detail other than to say i was eventually kicked out and left homeless with no money. she took hundreds of dollars from me every single week, so i wasn’t able to save anything. on top of everything else, i was completely exhausted.

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right now, i have very limited resources and support, and i’m doing my best to get through each day while also dealing with declining mental health because of everything that’s happened. i’ve struggled with serious mental health issues that have impacted my entire life, and coping with them alongside all of this has made this time especially hard. i’m trying to move forward, but it’s difficult given my circumstances.

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thinking about timeskip eijiro kirishima tying his hair into a messy man bun before eating you out

kirishima’s hair has gotten long, crimson strands now falling past his broad shoulders. you’re laid bare and pliant beneath him, his body hovering over your thighs, spread wide with one large, calloused hand. his grip is firm, fingers pressing into soft flesh, squeezing just enough to pull a reaction from you.

every mark he’s left on your skin burns with an aching need. his head dips lower into your heat, soft, intricate kisses teasing your inner thighs like whispered love confessions.  sharp, fleeting bites follow, blooming into tender, tooth-marked impressions. your hands are buried in his velvet red locks, fingers scratching tenderly against his scalp. the soft wet sound of him sucking at the plush flesh of your thigh fills the room. your heart rattles violently against your chest, so rapid you swear it might give out.

the muscles along his back flex with each movement—sharp, defined lines shifting beneath your gaze. you remember countless nights tracing those same muscles, leaving scratches born from pure ecstasy, softer kisses scattered during gentler nights, devotion pressed into his skin under moonlight.

and the scar on his shoulder—you kiss it every night he comes home safe, back where he belongs, wrapped in your arms and your sheets.

he buries his face deeper between your thighs, red strands brushing and tickling your skin as they fall, wisping softly over your body.

a quiet irritation flickers across his expression when his hair slips forward again. he pulls back slightly, resting on his forearms as he tugs the black hair tie from his wrist. it snaps softly against his palm. you watch the subtle flex of his hand as he gathers his hair into a loose tie, a few strands escaping to fall across the scar at his brow.

then he lowers himself back down, breath warm against your slick heat. his pupils are blown wide with want and adoration, red-tinged irises darkened with need. his brows knit slightly in concentration—on you, on your pleasure. love is written across every feature of his face, paired with that sharp, charismatic grin.

your lips part at the sight of him. crimson strands frame his porcelain, scarred skin, loose pieces catching the light, his hair pulled back, his features softened—completely undone by you. your breath hitches at the realization, lungs filling with air as you sit there, watching him take you in just as you do him—both completely enamored with each other.

your hands lift to his face, cradling his jaw, thumbs brushing slow circles into warm skin. he leans into it instantly, melting beneath your touch.

“you’re so handsome… my gorgeous boy.”

color blooms across his face, deep red spreading down his neck. he drops his forehead lightly against your knee, breath spilling out in a rough, husky rasp that settles deep in your chest.

“you’re so beautiful, my sweet baby… sorry i had to stop for a second—”

his lips trail down your thighs again, slow and reverent as he continues,

“really gotta do something about this hair… was taking my attention away from my baby.”

his words melt into a grin as he presses a soft kiss against your pussy, following it with teasing kitten licks to your clit. his lips close around your sensitive, swollen bud, sucking gently, and it pulls a sharp mewl from your throat as you cry out—your hips lifting to meet his face, chasing the feeling as you grind your heat against him. he holds you there, steady, as your body moves against his mouth and he coats himself in your arousal, burying himself deeper into you.

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curiosity and the starved man!

pairings: camboy!izuku x camgirl!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation, pwp, use of toys, nudes sent

izuku is hot. dark green hair clings to his forehead, sweat trailing down the slopes of his neck. the soft reflection of the lamp glistens against his skin, each ridge of his abs on full display as he catches his breath. he's bare, save for the towel that now rests over his half-hard cock. 

the monitor fills with donations, users in the chat flooding the screen as they sing his praises on another knee-weakening stream.

izuku reads it twice, a confused expression flickering across his face. his gaze lingers on the message longer than he'd like to admit, breath finally evening out as the adrenaline from the stream fades. 

izuku takes pride in his job — he enjoys it — but rankings were never something he worried about. since he started this job, he always told himself competition didn't matter, maybe because he knew no one could compete. which gave him little reason to pay attention to anyone else.

so imagine his surprise when he does take a peek at the leaderboard. his usual top spot replaced by some amateur streamer who only found her footing a few months ago. 

you're new to the platform — he can tell by the thumbnail. a dark setup, fluorescent lamp glowing against your skin, leaving just enough to make people want to see more — and you're live right now.

">_< but im scared of change!" <- girl who wishes everything was different

YOU BETTER WORK, BITCH!

Pairings: older!mha guys (separate) x bratty!f!reader

Characters: teacher!izuku, prohero!bakugou, personaltrainer!kirishima !

Warnings: MDNI! age gap, established relationships (k.b.), talk of nudes, kissing, oral (f & m receiving), reader is lifted (k.b.), teasing, rough + mean sex (all 3 HEHEHE), kind of whiny reader, begging, semi-public sex, cowgirl, slight overstim, power imbalance, exploitation (?), restraints, degradation, manhandling (?). please let me know if i missed anything!

Summary: Older guys do it best, you've got to work for what you want around here!

⋆˚࿔ IF YOU'RE CLOSE ENOUGH TO STARE. . .

⭑𓂃 . . . you're close enough to touch!

☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ pairing: k. bakugo, e. kirishima, m. izuku, d. kaminari

☆ ──꒰✉️꒱ ❞ ‧₊˚ content warning: p in v, fingering, grinding on abs 'n thighs

the stuccoed, abrasive texture of the wall was like the nastiest of aches against your bare flesh. raw, deep marks engraving over your spine, making your back arch - impossibly closer into izuku’s burly abdomen.

“fuuck,” your fingernails crawled over his back. clawing and scratching the already scarred flesh of his body. “you still lookin’ baby?” he asked, his face engraved in the crook of your neck - sucking and biting your glistening skin into his hatched mouth.

you nodded. your eyes heavy - your pupils blown, dangerously out of proportion, as they hovered over to mirror. the sculpted muscles of his back darted alive beneath his scars. his spine dancing, moving at the relentless rhythm of his shameless thrusts.

“yeah?” his hips stuttered against yours - his pace uncertain, sloppy, desperate. “mh, good. good fuckin’ girl” his scarred, slander fingers curved against the plush, smooth flesh of your ass. groping and squeezing your skin, pushing and guiding your lower body to fuck back into his. “shit — you love seeing my striped, marked back move — fuck, oh fuuck baby — for you, right?”

again, you nodded - unable to speak, unable to think. his cock slipped deeper inside your gummy walls. bathing and heavily twitching surrounded by the murderous tightness of your pussy. “yeah? then say it,” his teeth sinked into the plump skin of your cheek, leading your face to his. “fuckin’ say it back to me. c’mon baby, please”

his thigh flexed beneath you - his muscles hardening in between your tights. his hands steadily plastered against the small of your back, guiding you up and down his leg. “fuckin’ nasty baby,” he smiled, smacking your ass - forcefully leaving his handprint behind. “jus’ look at ya, drippin’ all over me like that”

katsuki heavily inhaled. the air burning, scratching his lungs. he watched as your ass moved onto him, grinding and almost primally humping his leg. “fuuck, keep goin’”

your hands clasped around his big knee, holding on for dear life as your pussy glided over his clothed thigh. “look at the mess you’re makin’ — holy shit, fuck baby — such a slutty lil’ girl for my muscles, yeah?”

his expensive trouser wrinkled against your lips. making your breathing harshly falters in your lungs, as your throat closed up. your head flew in the back. your nails clawing, diving into his textured pants. “harder baby, fuck my leg harder, c’mon. ‘m yours, fuckin’ use me, make your fantasies come true”

his hands were like strict teachers against the soft flesh of your hips - guiding and commanding your lower body to move harder against him. your legs trembled above his abdomen. your pussy gushing, desperately sobbing against the hard, muscular flesh of his abs.

“ridin’ my fuckin’ muscles like that baby — holy fuck, can feel you pulse f’me” his shark like teeth sunk into his bottom lip - biting down harsh enough to lightly draw blood. “you feel me enough? yeah?”

you nodded. your nails heavy over his pecs, almost tearing his flesh open under the hefty marks of your pleasure. “yeah you do — fuck, so pretty. you’re so pretty lookin’ down at me like that”

his abs glimmer under the dim, unfocused lights. his eight-packs glistening, dripping in your feral, lust full juices. “don’t stop,” he whispered. his full lips turning, stretching into a devious, cocky grin. in a swift, sudden motion your mouth hatched - your lips parting, heavily drifting away from one another. a sinful, loud whimper slipped past your lips as you felt his abs deviously hardening. his fucking quirk. “wanna see you cum. make yourself cum, c’mon. fuck yourself faster — shit, yeah — i’ve got you angel”

your head heavily fall in the back - your neck sweetly arched, open, against his shoulder. “no, no pretty,” he condescendingly cooed into your silky hair. “look at my fingers baby. c’mon, you were staring so hard earlier”

your eyes rolled in the back of your skull as his long, bulky digits slowly pushed in and out your quivering, pulsing cunt. his free hand slithered over to your face. his fingers soft, yet scorching hot over your skin. he squeezed your cheeks within his demanding hold, leading your head away from his shoulder. “i said look,” he rasped, as he positioned, however he pleased, your scrunched up face. “look at my hand toying with you, with that pretty pussy — holy shit, yeah?”

his rings burned - icy, cold marks, against the flamed flesh of your inner thighs. your juices coating, smearing all over his digits, making his movements easier, sloppier, louder. “ah, fuck yeah — you see?” his hips bucked against the covered flesh of your ass. desperately looking and searching for any type of contact. “in ‘n out — shiit, like that mama — so deep, keep suckin’ me in”

his palm ground against your hard, swollen clit. making your hips jolt into the air - ungracefully dancing away from his touch. “stay put, no runnin’ — please” your hungry eyes followed his every moments. watching - no, desperately lurking as his veins flickered to life beneath his skin. his wrist moved, gliding softly at his every precise, surgical touch. “keep lookin’ at me. keep lookin’ as i make you feel fuckin’ good on me”

© 𝐚𝐱𝐫𝐢𝐢𝐚𝐚

a/n: horny lil’ thoughts abt time skip pro-heroes 🫦

imagine wearing dynamight panties and pro hero!bakugo goes feral WALK WITH ME | pt2 here

you’re straddling his lap on the couch, kissing him slow and messy. your fingers are tangled in his hair and his hands under your shirt. you’ve been making out for like twenty minutes now—he’s flushed, his cock is already hard in his sweats.

then he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts.

“these gotta go, baby” he mutters, voice gruff and warm against your jaw, and you nod, lifting your hips to let him slide them off.

and then he freezes.

his grip stills. his breathing stops.

and then—

“…what the fuck are you wearin’?”

your heart drops.

“what?” you blink, panicking slightly.

he shifts, stares straight down between your legs. you peek down and your heart sinks.

your orange panties with little embroidered explosions all over them. the ones with ‘DYNAMIGHT’ printed on the waistband.

you forgot.

you completely forgot you were wearing those.

“katsuki—” you start, but your voice is weak and trembling. “i—it’s not—i didn’t mean—”

he raises an eyebrow and smirks.

“you didn’t mean to wear my fuckin’ hero merch on your pussy?”

you bury your face into his shoulder with a broken little whine.

“oh my god—don't say it like that!”

he laughs.

it’s not even mean or mocking, he’s genuinely losing it over how cute you are. he’s already easing you back, peppering kisses across your cheeks and nose.

“you little nerd” he groans, practically grinning. “you wore dynamight panties for me? baby, are you tryin’ to kill me?”

“stopppp” you whimper and squirm, but you’re giggling now too, all pink and overwhelmed.

“no, no, don’t even try to hide” he’s fully obsessed now, his hand between your thighs, cupping you softly over the fabric. “you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. you love me that much, huh?”

“of course i do” you whisper, eyes glossy. “you’re my boyfriend…”

his eyes soften instantly. 

he’s literally short-circuiting. you’re so sweet and devoted. you love him so much you’re out here wearing his name on your panties, and it’s not even to be funny or silly—you're just genuinely proud of him and in love.

“get on the bed” he murmurs, voice low and rough now. “right now.”

“katsuki—”

“nope. you’re not wearing these for no reason.” he’s kissing down your neck now, hands sliding your panties back down slowly. “gonna eat you out so good in them. gonna fuck you with those cute little dynamight panties still on, feel ‘em clingin’ to my cock while i ruin you."

“you’re so—oh my god—”

“shh, don’t go shy now baby. you love your hero, don’t you? you want dynamight to fuck you good?” he coos.

you whine and nod your head.

"then let him make you feel good"

ok im losing my mind omg i will be writing a pt2 to this asap 😭

pt2 to my dynamight panties fic because i couldn’t help myself :P

you barely hit the bed before bakugo is on his knees in front of you.

he grabs your legs and yanks you to the edge like he owns you, eyes already locked on the way your soaked little panties cling to your core.

“jesus” he mutters, voice already rough. “you this wet from wearing my hero merch? wearing my name got you gushin’, huh?”

you try to close your legs, bashful and overwhelmed, but his palms are firm, keeping you wide open.

“nuh-uh” he growls, eyes dark and wild. “you put these on and thought you were getting away without me devouring this pussy?”

and then, he’s there. mouth hot and wet through the fabric, tongue dragging across the soft drenched cotton just to tease you. the slick feeling of it makes your whole body jolt and thighs tremble in his grip.

you whimper. “katsuki—”

“shut up” he cuts you off. “lemme feast.”

before you can even respond and call him an asshole, he shoves the fabric to the side with two fingers and dives in, tongue flat and heavy against your dripping cunt. the first drag of it has you crying, which ultimately does nothing but fuel him. he just moans right into you and starts slurping loud like he’s starving.

he pants and pulls back to mutter a quick “so wet”, and before you know it, he’s on you licking again. noisy, messy, and fucking feral. “fuck, baby you taste so fucking good”. his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard until your thighs start trembling uncontrollably and a cry rips from your throat.

he keeps sucking even harder.

sloppy, obscene sounds fill the room—his tongue working in tight circles, his mouth latching on with desperation like he’s never tasted anything better. he even works two thick fingers into you while he’s devouring your clit.

“taste like fuckin’ candy” he groans, lips dragging off your clit with a lewd pop. “poor baby, look at you.”

you’re a mess, sobbing and begging for more all at once, thighs shaking around his head.

“more katsuki, please” you whine at the sudden loss of pleasure.

“i’ve got you baby, i’m gonna make the ache all better” he coos, mouth already back on you. he keeps eating, even through your orgasm. keeps sucking on your clit until your back arches and your moans start to become all broken. until you’re crying again, begging him to stop, but also begging him not to.

finally, he decides to have mercy on your poor overstimulated cunt.

“you taste so good with my name sitting pretty on your pussy”

you nod, whimpering with tears clinging to your lashes.

“that’s my girl” he whispers sweetly while pressing a soft kiss to your thigh. “now gimme another one.”

you don’t even have time to gasp before he’s shoving his sweats down just enough and gripping the base of his painfully red and throbbing cock.

“katsuki—!”

but he’s already pressing in.

just the tip at first, sliding through your slick folds and right into where you’re sensitive and trembling. your hands reach up blindly, desperate for him. when your fingers curl around the back of his neck, you tug him down into you, clinging tight like you need his whole body on top of you to breathe.

he groans at the way you hold him, melting into the way your arms wrap around his shoulders like a hug. like you need him so bad you have to be this close.

“fuck, baby” he breathes, nose brushing your cheek. “you’re killin’ me” he whimpers but would never admit. he pulls out for just a second, dragging his cock up and down your slit, teasing your clit with the thick head until you jolt and whine, before thrusting it back in with full force.

“you made a mess all over my face, now you’re makin’ a mess all over my cock. you’re a dirty girl”

you nod weakly, eyes fluttery and dazed. “p-please…”

“yeah baby, you want it?” he grins, all feral. “then take it.”

you whine and he keeps thrusting into you slow and deep. he’s so thick and pulsing and throbbing inside of you. the slide in and out is so easy—your cunt even makes the filthiest little squelch when he bottoms out.

“fuuuckk” he groans, grabbing under your thighs to tilt your hips just right. “you hear that, princess? you hear how bad your little pussy needed me?”

your mouth falls open in a breathless sob, tears beading at the corners of your lashes. you’re still sensitive and overstimmed, but his cock feels too good. it’s so warm and deep, filling you perfectly.

“takin’ me so good” he pants. “you’re always so good for me. love you much” his hips snap forward even deeper and you cry out in overwhelming pleasure.

“katsuki—ahh, too much—!”

“shhh, it’s okay baby, breathe. you’re being such a good girl. you’re taking me so well, making me so proud. gimme one more baby, you can do it” he soothes, voice sounding like honey as he talks you through it.

he’s so lost in you.

he can’t stop thinking about his name on your panties. or the way his precum glistens on your thighs. the way your nails are digging into his shoulders and your eyes all glossy and pretty just for him. and most of all, the way your pussy is squeezing around him like it’s trying to milk him of every last drop.

“love you so much” he groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “so fuckin’ much. makin’ me crazy, princess—wearin’ my name like that—fuck—i’m gonna lose it—”

he’s babbling, and you’re nodding, moaning, crying, and gripping his arms like a lifeline.

“cum with me. now. be my good girl, fuck, please, baby—i need it, need to feel you cum with me,” he begs in a needy, high pitched tone, voice cracking as he fucks you harder, like he’s right on the edge of falling apart.

and you do. you both do.

your sob shatters into a broken moan, your body seizing under him as you cum hard, clenching around him. the second he feels it, he breaks.

a soft, broken whimper breaks out of his mouth as his hips stutter and press deeper than before if that’s even possible, and he spills inside you with a cry, mouth falling open against your neck like he’s losing his mind.

“ohh fuck, baby—fuckfuckfuck—” he whimpers through it, holding you close like he’ll die without you.

and when it’s over, and the waves of pleasure ease through and your bodies go all shaky and warm, he still doesn’t let go. he just falls forward, face down right into your chest and arms wrapped so tightly around your waist.

you giggle, barely able to catch your breath. “katsu…” you whisper, breathy and sweet, your fingers brushing through his hair. “you’re squishing me”

“don’t care” he mumbles and smiles all dopey as he nuzzles his face into your chest. “mine.”

he leans back just enough to look at you—and god, is he whipped.

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect” he says dramatically, plopping his face back down onto you. “how’re you real?”

you giggle again, shy now. “you’re just sayin’ that 'cause i let you wreck me.”

“no” he murmurs, kissing your cheek and nose. “sayin’ it 'cause it’s true. and 'cause i love you.”

your heart flips, and you can’t help but hide your face in his chest, giggling like it’s the first time he’s ever said it—even though he says it all the time.

“i love you too” you whisper, and he just holds you tighter.

“who would’ve thought my hero merch would get me such good sex?”

A/N: Katsuki and all the characters involded are all aged up!



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