mwah ☆

omg yes. i love this, he’d most definitely take his time to master it. i’ve been working on my writing style a lotttt, lmk if u like it<3

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You and Katsuki had been dancing around the edge of something more for a while now. The heat between you had been building, slowly, shyly, but never quite boiling over. You were both a little hesitant, careful with each other in a way that made every brush of skin feel more intense than it probably should’ve.

Tonight was quiet. Just the two of you in his room, low lamplight casting soft shadows, a blanket wrapped around your legs as you sat on his bed. Katsuki had been unusually quiet, which wasn’t saying much, he was always more action than words, but this felt different. Focused.

He’d been watching you, eyes dark and unreadable, until he finally spoke.

“Hey,” he muttered, his voice low, uncertain. “Can I… try something?”

Your heart jumped a little, and you tucked your chin down, already blushing. “o-okay,” you said softly. “What kind of… something?”

He scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a second before turning those intense red eyes back to you. “I wanna go down on you.”

Your breath caught, your face going hot instantly. “Oh…”

“I haven’t done it before,” he added quickly, almost defensively, like he had to get that part out before you assumed he was some kind of expert. “But I wanna. Just… if you’re okay with it.”

You nodded before you could overthink it, biting your lip. “Y-Yeah. I’m okay with it… I mean, if you’re sure.”

He stepped closer, gently nudging you to lie back as he settled between your legs. You were nervous—nervous enough that your hands trembled slightly as you helped shimmy out of your shorts. Katsuki noticed. Of course he did.

“You good?” he asked, his voice softer than usual, more tender. His hand rested on your thigh, thumb brushing over your skin.

“I’m just… a little nervous,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “I’ve never really… had someone do this before either.”

He blinked. “Wait, really?”

You nodded, eyes flicking away. “Yeah.”

Something about that seemed to ground him. Like it made things more real. He leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your inner thigh, and your whole body tensed.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured. “You just tell me what feels good. I wanna learn.”

You nodded again, your hands gripping the sheets.

Katsuki started hesitantly. His lips brushed over you, then his tongue followed, tentative at first—like he was exploring something sacred. It made your breath hitch immediately, your thighs instinctively trying to close around his head. He pressed his hands to them, holding you open, but not harshly. He wasn’t looking for control—he was just trying to stay close.

His tongue moved in slow, cautious strokes. Testing. Learning. Every few seconds he’d pause, eyes flicking up to your face, checking if your breathing changed or if your hips twitched. You were trying so hard not to make a sound, embarrassed by how quickly you were getting overwhelmed.

“Don’t hold back,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against your skin. “I need to know what’s working.”

You bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut. “It… it feels good. I promise.”

But he could tell you were still holding back, and it frustrated him. Not with you, with himself.

“Tch… I dunno if I’m doing it right,” he growled under his breath. “I want you to feel good, not just say it.”

You looked down at him, heart aching a little at the furrow between his brows.

“You’re doing good, Katsuki,” you said, a little braver now. You reached down, gently brushing your fingers through his hair. “Just… right there. That part, when you move your tongue a little slower…”

He blinked up at you, then nodded like he was absorbing every word.

And when he did exactly what you asked, your breath hitched audibly, your hips jerking slightly beneath his touch. He groaned against you,like your reaction lit something up inside him, and started focusing all his attention right there. Repeating that motion, gradually building pressure and rhythm until you were gasping, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“Fuck, that’s it, huh?” he muttered, more to himself than to you, almost proud.

Your thighs trembled around his shoulders, and you felt the pleasure curl tight and hot in your stomach. You were overwhelmed and embarrassed and completely, helplessly undone.

When it finally hit you, you couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your lips, your hips twitching as you cried out his name. Katsuki didn’t stop until you were spent, breathing hard, your legs twitching from aftershocks.

He pulled back slowly, lips wet, face flushed, looking a little dazed.

You covered your face with your hands, too flustered to meet his eyes.

He let out a soft laugh. “Oi. Don’t hide from me.”

You peeked at him between your fingers, your cheeks burning. “S-sorry. That was just… a lot.”

He smirked, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Yeah? Good.”

Then, softer, more genuine: “You okay?”

You nodded, heart full and heavy with affection. “More than okay”

yes yes ofc. there is such a shortags of akutagawa fluff. ngl this is slightly ooc.

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You and Akutagawa had been out all day gathering things for your new apartment. He was the one who took it upon himself to find the perfect place for the both of you, a beautiful space you’d been dreaming about for months. You’d spent countless late-night conversations talking about what kind of home you wanted, and somehow, he managed to get almost every detail just right. It was thoughtful, quiet gestures like that that made your heart ache in the best way.

Now, the two of you were finally moving furniture in. It was the first night you’d ever spend there together, and the air buzzed with something warm and new. You were both kneeling on the floor, reading the instructions to put together a canopy bed you’d fallen in love with. Between deciphering confusing diagrams and figuring out where each bolt went, you teased him for not knowing which part was which, and he fired back with dry, sarcastic comments about your inability to use a screwdriver properly. There was laughter, the kind that made your chest feel light, and even in the chaos, it felt like home already.

By the time the bed was finally built, both of you were exhausted, paint smudged on your arms, sweat on your brow, and just enough ache in your back to remind you of how much work you’d done. You glanced at him and smiled.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower. Join me?” you offered, tilting your head playfully.

He paused for a second, then gave a soft nod and followed you

Though Akutagawa wasn’t always comfortable being vulnerable, especially physically, he never turned you away. You’d spent the last two years slowly peeling away the layers of his guarded heart, and now, intimacy didn’t feel scary for him anymore. Not with you. He let you scrub his body with a loofah, your hands moving with gentle care across every scar, every sharp angle of him. You kissed his shoulder softly, and he leaned into it without a word.

After drying off, you slipped into a simple nightgown while he pulled on a pair of black sweats and a loose t-shirt. The bedroom was mostly empty aside from the bed you’d just finished building together, but it didn’t matter. The golden glow of the setting sun poured in through the big window, casting long, warm shadows across the floor.

You stepped into the room, looking at it all with a little smirk, and he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, resting his chin there as you both looked around at what would now be your space.

“Wanna try it out?” he whispered against your ear.

You giggled softly and nodded, leaning back into him. He turned you in his arms and lifted you with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the bed. He laid you down gently and kissed you deeply, slowly trailing his lips down your chest. He lifted your nightgown, eyes flicking up to meet yours for silent permission. When you gave him a soft nod, he smiled, just barely, and leaned down, pressing a warm kiss against your clit.

The contrast between his mouth and the cool air of the room made you shiver. You let out a soft moan as he began to move his tongue slowly, lovingly, taking his time with you. One of your hands slipped into his hair, your hips lifting slightly to meet his touch. His voice was low and reverent when he whispered, “So, so pretty like this,” against your sensitive skin.

Right before you could cum, he pulled back and kissed his way up your body again, catching your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of you lingered between your lips, and you whimpered softly as his hips pressed against yours. He pushed his sweatpants down just enough, and rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you whine with need.

Slowly, he eased into you, giving you time to adjust, his breath catching at how good you felt around him. He moved at a gentle pace, savoring the moment—your soft moans, the warmth of your body, and the way the sunset lit your face like something out of a dream.

You both giggled now and then in between kisses, the kind of laughter that only comes when you’re perfectly content. When he came, it was with a low groan in your ear, his hands holding you close as you came with him. Your bodies moved together, perfectly in sync, in the bed you built with your own hands, your first real memory in this new life together.

Afterward, he laid on top of you, still catching his breath, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He kissed your forehead, softly, and whispered against your skin.

“I can’t wait to make more memories here.”

And neither could you.

yesss. katsuki is most definitely touched starved so he’d be excited of one touch trust lmao.

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You and Katsuki had been dating for a few months now. Things were going well, comfortable, familiar but not too far past the surface yet. You spent a lot of time at his apartment, just hanging out, lounging on the couch, laughing over dumb stuff or silently enjoying each other’s presence. Tonight was one of those nights.

Katsuki was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch with a controller in hand, deeply focused on a round of Mortal Kombat. You were curled up nearby, half-watching the game, half-lost in your thoughts. Lately, something had been tugging at the back of your mind. You and Katsuki hadn’t gone past heated makeout sessions and the occasional wandering hand, but the tension between you had been building steadily. He never pushed things forward, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t thought about it. A lot.

You glanced over at him, watching the way his jaw clenched as he played, the way his strong fingers gripped the controller. He looked good like this, and the temptation finally bubbled over.

Quietly, you moved over to him and dropped to your knees in front of where he sat. You wore a soft smile, tilting your head as you looked up at him. At first, he didn’t notice, too focused on the game. But when your fingers ghosted over his belt and began to unbuckle it, he stiffened, his breath catching in his throat.

His eyes finally flicked down to you, wide with surprise, his cheeks already flushing. You leaned in a little closer, your voice barely a whisper.

“Is this okay, Kat?”

He blinked at you, stunned into silence for a second, then gave a small nod, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His face was bright red, but there was no mistaking the way his body responded to your touch.

You slowly undid the button on his jeans and tugged them down just enough to expose the firm lines of his hips. You pressed a soft kiss against one side, then the other, smirking when you felt him shiver beneath your lips. He was already growing hard, his arousal undeniable, and it made you smile.

You spit into your hand and wrapped it around him, stroking him gently, letting your touch tease and warm him up. His head tipped back against the couch, his chest rising and falling a little faster now.

When you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, flicking your tongue lightly over it, his hips jerked involuntarily. A low groan escaped his lips, and one of his hands flew to your hair, gripping it but not pushing, just grounding himself.

You gradually took more of him in, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm, the room filled with soft, wet sounds and Katsuki’s increasingly desperate sighs and groans. He was gripping your hair tighter now, his muscles tensing as you picked up the pace. He was close, closer than he expected.

“Shit, I’m gonna—fuck—” he gasped, voice strained.

He tried to warn you, tried to pull back, but it happened too fast. His whole body shuddered as he came hard, legs trembling as he spilled into your mouth with a loud, unrestrained moan. He looked completely wrecked, chest heaving, head tilted back as he tried to catch his breath.

“Didn’t mean to…” he muttered, eyes flickering down to you with a mix of embarrassment and awe.

You just smirked, licking your lips as you looked up at him. “You’re fine. I wanted to.”

yes, yes, yes! and thank you, sm baby

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☣cw:oral!fem receiving, riding, ooc, abandonment issues, dazai is used to it