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bakugou x femcel is not something i thought i needed….. but i think i need it

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League of Legends loser

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snooze.

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if i can’t do my makeup tomorrow i’m taking drastic measures

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we dont talk abt the toxic potential kirishima has enough

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yes this is just a tik tok but bkg when he gets home drunk after a night with the boys

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hey mercury! i hope it's okay to submit a second birthday drink hehe but i'd love a lemon drop to my girl momo yaoyorozu if you're up for it! 🎉

i strayed a little from her being the bartender but i was hit with a wave of horny and this is what came out LMAO birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

“i don’t know if i can handle another one,” she giggles, stumbling with your hands intertwined back to the bar, her skin hot against yours when you both stand at the edge of the bar after many calculated, slow steps to the centre of the bar, both of you attempting to stay steady on your feet. swiping a menu from atop the bar, you spin back around to face momo, trying to focus on the words on the paper instead of the way it felt to have her stand by you, her cheeks flushed pink, her dark eyes getting glassy after the last round of drinks you’d ordered to the table. even more distracting was the dress she’d decided to wear, the high neck making you woozy as if the fabric was cut into deep plunged v-shape. and those boots she was wearing, the tall, thigh highs leaving only a sliver of skin bare before the hem of her dress began.

“one more, it’s not even 12.” you smile back, her giggles infectious as you tried to steel your features (as much as you could, at least), blinking slowly at the menu like it would help you look more sober than you were. shuffling closer to you, momo drags her long finger along the menu as she skims along the laminated paper, “they don’t have any wine.”

you want to kiss the naive pout off her, your eye’s glued to her glossy lips when you giggle at her, “you’ve never been to a dive bar, have you?”

shaking her head, she leans closer to you, tilting the menu towards you as if you’d be able to find something on the menu that was more than 2000¥. instead of making a classy wine appear, you excitedly point at the bottom corner of the paper, right beneath the word SHOTS, “ooh! have a lemon drop with me!”

her cheek presses to your own when she leans even closer to you to see what you’re reading, squinting at the small font under dim lights, “that is straight vodka.”

“it has lemon juice in it! and a sugar coated lemon slice,” you correct, your voice light, a little flirty like you always got when drinking with her. you spin on your heel to lean over the bar before she can argue the point once more, “four lemon drops please!”

piling the four glasses (all filled to the brim with cheap, fragrant vodka and a splash of lemon juice) onto the round tray and a small bowl of sugar-coated lemon wedges, you thank the bartender before gripping either side of the tray, wobbling behind momo back to the booth tucked into a quieter corner of the bar, sliding in beside her after you sat the tray down.

comfortable once again in the booth, you face her again with a smile, placing one of the tall shot glasses in front of her, “alright, make sure you drink it quick, don’t sip it like your expensive, aged wine. we’re gonna cheers, tap it on the table, drink it and then suck the lemon.”

she watches you with wide eyes, focusing on your instructions as much as she can with the alcohol finally making her head feel light. staring at your lips, she nods, repeating back your instructions with a smile, “cheers, tap, drink, suck, got it.”

twisting back around to get your own glass and lemon, you shuffle closer, your thigh brushing against the bare skin at the top of her boots, holding your glass up to her, biting your lip to hide a giddy smile.

“ready?” momo laughs, a sound that makes you dizzier than all the alcohol in this bar, her hair bouncing when she nods, gently clicking the side of her shot to yours before you tap the bottom of it against the tabletop in unison.

“cheers!” you celebrate, shooting the foul drink back, scrunching your eyes shut at the taste of the clear liquor invading your senses, you felt more like you’d dunked your head into a bucket of the stuff rather than just a shot of it. with a sour face, you tap momo’s hand still holding her lemon to remind her to suck as you sucked the juice out of your own, licking the sugar off the flesh before you bit into it. successfully washing your mouth of the strong taste with the tart sweetness of the lemon, you watched momo’s face scrunch at the taste of the sour lemon, the bridge of her nose scrunching as she tried to swallow the juice from the lemon wedge.

tossing the lemon rind onto the tray, you whoop and cheer, cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify the sound, many other drunk patrons blindly mimicking your cheering from across the room, the sound making you hold your stomach as you laughed again. wiping juice from her lips with the back of her hand, momo laughed with you, leaning across you to place her lemon rind with yours, stacking her empty shot into yours at the edge of the table.

“you like those?” she questions, dark eyes flicking back and forth between your eyes as she adjusts herself beside you, pressing her thigh harder to yours as her perfume filled your brain, the sensation of her hot skin against yours nearly had you forgetting to respond.

“it’s not so bad,” she waves you off with a roll of her eyes, mumbling her disbelief of your enjoyment in bottom shelf shots, still trying to forget the taste of it in her mouth.

still smiling with her, you reach for one more on the tray to place in front of her, “here, i’ll make it better. you remember what to do?”

“i’m not that drunk.”

picking up one more sugary lemon, you place it between your teeth, the flesh poking out from between your glossy lips, your heart beating in your throat as she follows your every move, her eyes glued to your lips when she raises her glass into the air.

with her glass raised, you mumble around the fruit, “-scheers!”

your pulse races watching her tilt her head back, hypnotised as you watch her throat bob as she swallows the liquor, following her when she places the glass back down with a sour face; your cunt throbs when she grabs a hold of your jaw with two perfectly manicured hands, blunt nails digging into your jaw as she pulls your face to hers, pressing her soft lips to yours when she bites at the lemon between your teeth.

your eyes flutter shut, inhaling sharply through your nose when her hand slides down the side of your throat to settle at your collarbone, her hold keeping you still as she licked at the lemon wedge. your hands jump to her thighs, involuntarily squeezing her plush skin when she hummed against your lips, the sound vibrating around the fruit between you.

it’s all so much, the taste of her, the taste of the alcohol and juice on her lips, the feeling of her tongue sliding over your lips to suck up any sugar granules stuck to your skin, the feeling of her pulling you closer, humming and whimpering against you.

she still holds you close as she finishes sucking the lemon, keeping her lips to yours even when she’s sucked the flesh dry of the sour juice and licked your lips clean of the sticky, sweet sugar. she’s so close, your chests almost touching with how your chest heaved, your thighs entangling the closer she tried to get to you in the small booth. your starry eyes are reflected back in her own blown out pupils (her own the exact same, glittering under the dim light), and your thighs are tightly squeezed together in an attempt to quell the ache growing low in your stomach.

sucking in a breath, your voice isn’t an octave above a whisper, “better?”

her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, catching a stray sugar granule, a movement you watch in what feels like slow motion, nodding, she repeats your movements, sitting the last shot in front of you, holding the lemon wedge at her mouth when she took a deep breath, “mhm, your turn.”

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me: im not a brat and everyone who has ever said this about me is lying

also me: how can i button push so specifically while bearing all of my teeth in a sickly sweet smile enough to get a hand over my mouth while being fucked

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i WILL finish this drabble and i WILL stretch my ears to the next size tonight

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“It’s way too fucking cold,” Bakugou muttered, rubbing his hands together.

Kirishima laughed, “where did you put your gloves?”

The blonde man grunted, dragging his scarf up to cover his mouth.

Don’t ask, shittyhair.

“You want mine?”

He merely scoffed, a sense of relief washes through him.

“It’s with her, huh?”

Fuck.

Bakugou remained silent, but he felt Kirishima’s stare piercing him.

“Yeah,” he eventually mumbled, hands running through his hair. “Who else? She didn’t have hers on her. ”

What else was I supposed to do?

Grabbing his shoulder, Kirishima turned Bakugou around, “Bakugou, she’s out with another guy. And with what Mina told me, she seemed excited about it, too.”

Bakugou yanked his shoulder away. “I know,” he said gruffly. “I set her up with him. He’s a good guy. Got a good work ethic, too.”

Kirishima scoffed, “really? why?”

“I told you,” he snarled. “He’s a good guy.”

“No, you idiot,” Kirishima responded, his voice raised slightly. “Why do you hurt yourself like this?”

Bakugou couldn’t met his gaze, but he wasn’t one to back down.

“You always do this,” Kirishima continued. “Why?”

Bakugou nearly flinched. Instead, he pulled at his hair again, fumbling for an answer—an excuse.

“Why?”

Finally, he sighed.

“I just want her to be happy. That’s all.”

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literally blacked out

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ahh thank you so much ehehehe im so glad u liked it, he is so irresistible

Happy two year anniversary!!

I’d like to order three Jager Bombs. One for me and Mr. Plague daddy Overhaul over there. The other is for the girl of the hour of course 😉

(Psst- not sure if it’s my app but the links to your rules isn’t working ;-; I’d overhaul is a no go for you pls feel free to replace for Bakugo/Shinso. Whichever you’re more inspired to write 💚. Happy two years!!)

thank u bby! i appreciate the bomb for me too teehee i wrote this for shinso bc i don't write for overhaul but i think tumblrs been having issues with the links but thank u for sending one in either way! i hope u enjoy <3 birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

“can i get a jagerbomb? pl-pease?” your bright smile falters for just a moment when you try to keep your tone as even as possible at the spike of stimulation between your thighs, the slowly-dying battery kicking into life every few moments before settling to a low buzz again. shinso eyed you lazily, purple eyes looking you up and down, specifically drawn to the way your thighs squeezed together the moment you pulled yourself onto the barstool, before finally settling at your eyes.

“that’s everything?” oh, his voice is so deep, and you’re already so sensitive, the shiver running down your spine, your thighs nearly trembling at the low timbre.

if he was anyone else in this bar — drunk patron, high server — he wouldn’t have noticed the way you reacted to the sound of his voice, the miniscule changes in your demenour with every syllable that passed his lips, every letter senting a jolt straight to your aching clit. unfortunately for you, he’s awfully perceptive, noting every shiver, every jump, every squirm when he gets you your drink, and your second, and by the third he’s sure you’ve got a cute little vibrator tucked in the front of your panties; only half charged he’d guess by the way you kept wiggling, raising your hips into it as much as you could without drawing attention to yourself, despite how desperate you were to ride the poor toy until it either gave out or you did.

studying you from the far end of the bar, shinso watches you nearly choke on the drink when another strong burst of life from the toy, the surge getting you closer than the others had, your desperation to cum starting to show. glancing around the other customers, confirming all of them drunkenly dancing and cheering, you adjust in your seat, squeezing your thighs closer together, your eyelashes fluttering when you grinded firmly down onto the toy.

you’re so fucking desperate, nearly humping the chair the moment you think no ones watching you. hoisting himself off the edge of the bar, he stalks back towards the dimly lit corner you stayed in, a satisfied expression gracing his features when you froze in your spot, “you want another drink?”

his tone is bored when he gestures to the empty glass in front of you, but his eyes are anything but, lit ablaze by your nervousness, his violet iris growing darker when you stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes. leaning his forearms on the bar, he leaned closer, close enough you worry if he can hear the steady buzzing coming from between your slick, shaky thighs, “or did you just come here to get off?”

your chest tightens, your mouth bobbing open and shut dumbly, mumbling sounds that weren’t quite entire sentences, hardly even words, not quite managing to spout your innocence. the more you stumbled over your words, the hotter your face got, and the faster the blood rushed from his head, the more he wanted you.

“don’t bother trying to deny it, baby, you like geting off like this. with no one else having any idea what you’re doing over here,” he tilts his head curiously to the side, his lilac gaze as intense as it was when your eyes first met his, studying you, the way you squirmed the more he spoke.

he drops his voice, whispering lowly into your ear, “tell me you like it, and i’ll help you.”

your pupils nearly swallow your iris staring up at his wicked smile, your hips rolling subconsciously the longer he stares you down. parting your lips to speak, no sound escapes your wet lips.

shinso knows exactly what you want, but still, he scrunches his eyebrows, even going as far to cup his ear, “sorry, baby, what was that? it’s so loud in here, i couldn’t hear you.”

you flush again, finally mustering your voice, “please.”

quirking an eyebrow at you, he tosses up taking pity on you, hearing your sweet voice plead with him was enough to get his cock aching, but was it enough to get him to fuck you stupid? to finally have you cum? voice dripping in condescension, he whispered to you once more, “oh, sweetheart, you think you deserve to cum begging like that? that was pitiful.”

he stands back up straight to his full height, taking a step back from the ring-marked counter, his heart rate spiking when you gently circle your fingers around his wrist, god, his pants were getting tight, “please, i wanna cum.”

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my one true favourite hero <333

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Happy two year anniversary!!

I’d like to order three Jager Bombs. One for me and Mr. Plague daddy Overhaul over there. The other is for the girl of the hour of course 😉

(Psst- not sure if it’s my app but the links to your rules isn’t working ;-; I’d overhaul is a no go for you pls feel free to replace for Bakugo/Shinso. Whichever you’re more inspired to write 💚. Happy two years!!)

thank u bby! i appreciate the bomb for me too teehee i wrote this for shinso bc i don't write for overhaul but i think tumblrs been having issues with the links but thank u for sending one in either way! i hope u enjoy <3 birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

“can i get a jagerbomb? pl-pease?” your bright smile falters for just a moment when you try to keep your tone as even as possible at the spike of stimulation between your thighs, the slowly-dying battery kicking into life every few moments before settling to a low buzz again. shinso eyed you lazily, purple eyes looking you up and down, specifically drawn to the way your thighs squeezed together the moment you pulled yourself onto the barstool, before finally settling at your eyes.

“that’s everything?” oh, his voice is so deep, and you’re already so sensitive, the shiver running down your spine, your thighs nearly trembling at the low timbre.

if he was anyone else in this bar — drunk patron, high server — he wouldn’t have noticed the way you reacted to the sound of his voice, the miniscule changes in your demenour with every syllable that passed his lips, every letter senting a jolt straight to your aching clit. unfortunately for you, he’s awfully perceptive, noting every shiver, every jump, every squirm when he gets you your drink, and your second, and by the third he’s sure you’ve got a cute little vibrator tucked in the front of your panties; only half charged he’d guess by the way you kept wiggling, raising your hips into it as much as you could without drawing attention to yourself, despite how desperate you were to ride the poor toy until it either gave out or you did.

studying you from the far end of the bar, shinso watches you nearly choke on the drink when another strong burst of life from the toy, the surge getting you closer than the others had, your desperation to cum starting to show. glancing around the other customers, confirming all of them drunkenly dancing and cheering, you adjust in your seat, squeezing your thighs closer together, your eyelashes fluttering when you grinded firmly down onto the toy.

you’re so fucking desperate, nearly humping the chair the moment you think no ones watching you. hoisting himself off the edge of the bar, he stalks back towards the dimly lit corner you stayed in, a satisfied expression gracing his features when you froze in your spot, “you want another drink?”

his tone is bored when he gestures to the empty glass in front of you, but his eyes are anything but, lit ablaze by your nervousness, his violet iris growing darker when you stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes. leaning his forearms on the bar, he leaned closer, close enough you worry if he can hear the steady buzzing coming from between your slick, shaky thighs, “or did you just come here to get off?”

your chest tightens, your mouth bobbing open and shut dumbly, mumbling sounds that weren’t quite entire sentences, hardly even words, not quite managing to spout your innocence. the more you stumbled over your words, the hotter your face got, and the faster the blood rushed from his head, the more he wanted you.

“don’t bother trying to deny it, baby, you like geting off like this. with no one else having any idea what you’re doing over here,” he tilts his head curiously to the side, his lilac gaze as intense as it was when your eyes first met his, studying you, the way you squirmed the more he spoke.

he drops his voice, whispering lowly into your ear, “tell me you like it, and i’ll help you.”

your pupils nearly swallow your iris staring up at his wicked smile, your hips rolling subconsciously the longer he stares you down. parting your lips to speak, no sound escapes your wet lips.

shinso knows exactly what you want, but still, he scrunches his eyebrows, even going as far to cup his ear, “sorry, baby, what was that? it’s so loud in here, i couldn’t hear you.”

you flush again, finally mustering your voice, “please.”

quirking an eyebrow at you, he tosses up taking pity on you, hearing your sweet voice plead with him was enough to get his cock aching, but was it enough to get him to fuck you stupid? to finally have you cum? voice dripping in condescension, he whispered to you once more, “oh, sweetheart, you think you deserve to cum begging like that? that was pitiful.”

he stands back up straight to his full height, taking a step back from the ring-marked counter, his heart rate spiking when you gently circle your fingers around his wrist, god, his pants were getting tight, “please, i wanna cum.”

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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

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