marshmoonie

[marshmoonie]

Heatwave

katsuki bakugo x f!reader

wc: 1,642 — smut 18+ mdni

cw: heavy on the sweat mentions, heights

Katsuki’s agency rooftop seemed like the perfect sunbathing spot in theory. High-rise building with a nice view of the city. A vibrant blue sky with occasional cirrus clouds drifting along to provide brief moments of shade.

You’re wearing a tank top and loose shorts. There wasn’t any motive behind the choice, you just wanted to stay as cool and comfortable in the heat you could manage .

A loud creak cuts through the distant noise of city life below you, but you pay it no mind. The grumbled complaints and heavy footsteps give him away immediately. Katsuki.

“Stupid fuckin’ interns gonna get somebody killed—“ His words stop short, raising a brow at you laid out. “The hell you doin’ up here?”

He pauses at the foot of your lawn chair, arms crossed over his chest, sweat already dampening his hair. Not a very good patrol from the looks of it.

“What’s it look like? i’m enjoying the nice day.” Your hand covers the burning rays to squint up at him. Propping up on your elbows to take him in fully. His costume is scuffed, a few faint bruises and scratches peeking out from under the fabric.

“Suns out. I wanted to tan a little.”

His eyes rake over your figure with no shame, you’re his to look at and appreciate. Sweat gathered between your breasts, cotton clinging to every curve. After the day he’s had, there’s no room left for foreplay. He wants to feel you now.

“Move it,” he grunts, tilting his head to shoo you to the one side of the chair. It’s definitely not made to hold two people. Still, you oblige, ready to shoot back some bratty remark about him being bossy. Just as your lips part his hand slides over your hip, nothing subtle about the way his fingers massage at the bone.

“Can’t believe you’d do this shit on purpose.” He settles in behind you, molding your back to his chest. Not at all shy about rubbing his bulge into your bare thighs.

“S’fucking hot out here.”

You press back into him, the curve of your ass putting the faintest pressure against his confined tip.

“already? didn’t even give me a kiss first.” you attempt to sound pouty, but your thighs clench and give it all away. you want it just as badly as he does.

His nose presses into the back of your throat, heat from his breath rivaling the suns. Katsuki was never a man for subtleties, when he wants something he makes it known. Impatiently his hand slips past your hip and beneath your waistband, two fingers sliding between your folds.

“Shut that pretty little mouth before i give it a job to do.”

You stiffen, breath stuttering. His fingers circle your clit slowly, practiced motions he’s done too many times to count. Your hips buck up slightly, craving more friction.

Katsuki’s too worked up to correct the needy behavior. Instead, he smirks against your damp neck.

“Atta girl.”

A jolt of realization creeps in through the haze. You’re outside. Katsuki’s agency is tall, sure, but there’s no cover whatsoever.

“Here?” You question breathless, the heat and perfectly firm circles squeezing your lungs.

“What if someone sees?”

“Tch, now you’re shy?” Katsuki grunts, wedging a knee between your thighs to spread you open. His fingers quicken their pace, warm sparks of pleasure shooting through your lower half.

Your head tilts back into him, sunlight shining down on you both like nature’s spotlight. A moan slips out before you can think to hold it back, caught up in the idea that someone will hear or see you both. He notices your attempts to quiet yourself. Katsuki is too observant, treating everything like some sort of conquest. Your pleasure especially.

“Sound so pretty for me.” He encourages the noise and you whine in response. if he’s not worried about it you shouldn’t be either. His eyes drink up every twitch and furrowed brow, cataloging how much pressure and speed gets you going.

His hips rut against your ass, cock swelling to its full potential. Katsuki hisses through his teeth, yanking his pants down with sticky fingers. He’s done with waiting, patience has never been his strength.

“Bet you could take me right now, couldn’t you?”

You’re not given the chance to answer. One swift tug of fabric and your pussy’s out in the sun’s heat.

“Kats—!”

His cock slams inside you, bottoming out in one thrust.

“You can take it.” It’s not a question, he’s sure of it.

His hips snap against you with a bruising grip on your thigh to keep it lifted. You brace against the chair’s armrest, it’s a miracle it hasn’t flipped already.

You’re burning from the inside out, sweat rolling off your flushed skin and darkening your tank top. Katsuki is no better off, body slick and overheated underneath that heavy body suit.

Your moans grow too loud for the surroundings, sound carries well this high up. As perfect as he thinks you sound, katsuki doesn’t want to share it with the office building across the street.

You whine in protest when he pulls away, missing the friction the moment it’s gone. his hand slides up underneath your damp tank top, between your breasts, and finally at your jaw. pushing the fabric up along with it, exposing your boobs and stomach to bake in heat. He squeezes your mouth open, popping two fingers inside. You whimper and swirl your tongue to get a taste of your own fluids and the salt from his sweat.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl.” Katsuki grins with sickening satisfaction.

You nod the best you can, sucking on his fingers eagerly through broken hums.

Staring at the back of your head wasn’t doing it for him anymore, katsuki needed to see you fall apart. He pulls his fingers and cock from you, leaving you empty.

“That’s no fair—“ You start to complain, thinking this was some teasing session that went too far. He couldn’t just leave you like this. You jolt into a startled silence when a harsh slap is delivered, a bright red handprint blooming on your ass cheek.

“Quit whinin’ and get up here, wanna see you.”

You nearly topple out the chair with how quickly you sit up on your knees, sinking down eagerly on his cock with hands splayed on his chest.

The suns in his face now, illuminating every inch of flushed, slick skin.

“Look at you, baby,” his hands glide up your waist, pulling at the neckline of your tank top

until your tits spill out once more. “Fuckin’ glowing.”

You want to cross your arms and hide from the vulnerability. The foreign feeling of being out in the open sends an excited rush through your veins. You’re too drunk on the feeling to go through with covering up, not that katsuki would’ve let you. There’s no hiding here, every part of you brutally on display for him to enjoy.

“Please,” you gasp, shifting your hips up and down in needy little spurts. He scoffs, but meets you halfway anyway, snapping his hips up into yours.

“Please what?” katsuki growls, the bite in his tone clipped. “Use your words.”

He enjoys the deflated whine you let out, already so impatient. His crimson eyes lock on every twitch and tremble like it’s a holy event only he’s allowed to witness. Perspiration beading along your collarbones, dripping down your shiny breasts.

“Wanna cum!” You cry, catching yourself on his shoulders as you fold forward.

“Please—fuck, please.” Your whimpers are truly pathetic, fucked out and begging for release because you can’t get yourself there alone.

Katsuki wastes no time. One arm bands tightly around your waist, the other hiking you up as he rises to his feet.

The shift is so sudden, so disorienting. One moment you’re upright. The next you’re staring at the neighboring high-rise upside down before your mind can make sense of it.

your back curves over the concrete ledge, hair caught in the wind. blood rushes to your head as your fucked against the edge. Your stomach drops into your throat, adrenaline spiking with a rush of arousing, dizzying fear.

He’d never let you fall, you know that for sure.

Katsuki shifts you further down the ledge, your shoulders tipping into open air, middle of your back biting into the edge. Your heart rate spikes, panic floods your chest. Frantic hands scramble for his forearms, knuckles bleaching white with their death grip.

“I gotcha baby.” He assures, tightening his hold around your waist as his other hand snakes between your slippery, trembling bodies, zeroing in on your swollen clit.

“Come on then,” he pants. “Lemme watch you fall apart.”

Your orgasm overwhelms you. His cock plunging deep, fingers playing you just right. Crying out his name like it’ll be the last breath on your tongue.

He fucks you through it, keeping that ruthless pace. He’d burn this image into his brain if he could—you wrecked and gleaming under the harsh light. Half dangling over the edge of his agency building with all the trust that he won’t let you fall. Yeah, he’s never getting over this. A few new kinks were discovered today for sure.

Your pussy flutters around him, clenching tight. He cums inside you with a full body shudder, burying himself so deep not a single drop is wasted.

For a moment, neither of you can move. chests rising and falling, erratic and in sync.

He finally pulls you up slowly, carefully, all that blood trickling back down into your limbs. One hand supporting your head, the other shifting below your ass to hold you close. Dizzy and spent, you collapse into his sticky chest.

“You’re fucking crazy.” You giggle, still catching your breath.

“Yeah,” he grunts with a shit eating grin, clearly proud of himself. “‘N you love it.”

[marshmoonie]

Stress Relief

izuku midoriya x f!reader

wc: 1,155 — smut 18+ mdni

spoilers?? post time skip so please read at your own risk.

Izuku is the most dedicated person you’ve ever met. Staying up late to grade papers and rewrite lesson plans until the sun’s peeking above the horizon.

He loves being a teacher, coaching the next generation of heroes. That being said, the man seriously needs a break.

Tonight is your last straw. His face illuminated blue from his computer screen, one hand balled in his curls, brows pinched in concentration.

You shift behind his rolling chair, reaching over for a pen you don’t really need.

“Oh, sorry. Am I in your way?” He leans to the side to accommodate you, fingers stalling on the keyboard.

“No no,” you assure, plucking the pen from the cup. “Just needed this.” Wiggling the pen between your forefinger and thumb.

“Whatcha workin’ on?” That always gets him talking. It’s the perfect play.

Izuku rubs the back of his neck, scrolling through the lesson plan he’d rewrote at least three times.

“Just trying to figure out how to get the kids to feel as enthusiastic about rules and protocol on the field as they are about using their quirks. I mean, I get it. I wasn’t always great at that part either. They get excited and want to show what they can do—and I wanna see it. Seriously, I do, but…“

This was better than you could’ve hoped for, a long winded ramble about his students. He didn’t even realize you’d dropped to your knees between your “mhm’s” and nods.

“Maybe, if I can just—oh.” His muttering ceases, wide green eyes finally catching onto your new position. Your fingertip tracing along the buckle of his belt, cheek pressed against his firm thigh.

“What—um—what’re you doing, baby?” His voice comes out clipped, throat bobbing with a heavy swallow.

“Listening.” You reply sweetly, looping your finger underneath the leather to pull it free.

“Go ahead, Izuku. Keep going.”

His eyes nearly bulge from his head, managing a nervous nod.

“R-right, yeah, okay—so uh, field protocol…”

While he continues to sputter out whatever thoughts remain in his head, you finish working on his belt and button. You drag the zipper down over his growing bulge slowly, each small click of the teeth has his fingers flexing against the armrest.

You lean forward to press a long kiss just below his navel, using his freckles like a map to guide your lips lower. His hips lift naturally to aid in sliding everything off, the motion muscle memory. When his cock springs free, tip flushed and leaking, you nearly take him into your mouth right there.

Your head lifts up, cooing at the sight before you.

“Oh, baby,” spreading the sheen across his slit with your thumb. “You really need this, huh?”

His hands grip the armrests so tightly they groan from the strain, focusing on not bucking his hips into your face. He won’t try to deny his need, not with you looking up at him so prettily.

“Yeah, I really—fuck, I really do.”

The temptation to draw this out more is there, but he rarely admits to needing pleasure. You’ll play nice this once. Your breath ghosts over the tip long enough to pull a gasp from him, smirking at the sound before taking the first couple inches into your mouth.

Swirling your tongue over the tip, tonguing at the slit to appreciate his taste.

Izuku’s right hand abandons the armrest, threading thick fingers through your hair. It’s not to push you and you know that. He’d never. It’s just to hold onto you, ground him in the moment.

You hum approvingly, encouraging his hands to wander as they please. The vibrations ripple through his shaft, muscles tensing from the sensation as you sink further.

“Oh god—that’s so good—you’re so good.” He groans through a shaky breath, guiding your head up and down his shaft. Spit gathers in the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin in stringy globs.

“Hah—shit.” He bites out, unable to pull his eyes away from you taking him so well. Gagging through his length, pushing until your nose bumps curly hair at the base. Your watery eyes travel up his happy trail, abs flexing uncontrollably. When your eyes finally meet he nearly busts right there.

The man before you is no longer the greatest hero, a pillar of strength and justice. He’s wrecked. Drunk on pleasure, gasping through a whimper and fucking up into your mouth because he just can’t take it.

“S-sorry—fuck! I’m sorry, baby—n-need to.”

Your fingers dig into his thighs, nails biting into flesh to anchor yourself. Tears leak, spit dribbles down your chin and drips onto the hardwood floor. You endure every thrust. Breathing through your nose with each gag when he bottoms out. You take it all because he deserves to let go.

Sweat gathers along his hairline, dampening curls that stick to his forehead. He’s close, grunts turning desperate and whiny. Fucking into your mouth with no sense of rhythm, simply chasing the high building deep inside him.

“Gonna cum,” warning rushing out so quickly the words blend together.

“Fuckfuckfuck—can i? Please, please let me.”

You wouldn’t dare pull off him to answer, not when he’s unraveling just the way you hoped. Squeezing his thigh is enough of a silent indicator. His hips jerk up with no rhythm, pushing himself to the back of your throat in desperation to chase the high building up inside him. Your eyes close to focus on every sound, listening to his cues for when to hollow out your cheeks just at the right time.

Izuku spills into your mouth with a choked sound, it’s pure relief. He whines through it, fingers laced through your hair to keep you in place, too lost to worry about being gentle.

Cum clogs your throat, you strain to swallow it all down while watching your teeth. Not stopping until you’re sure to milk every last drop.

You pop off and take a big breath in, earning the dramatic inhale after nearly suffocating on cock.

Izuku’s hands shift to hold your face, tilting it upwards to inspect the mess.

“You okay?” He asks breathless, panting through his concern. His fingertips grazing the column of your throat.

“Never better.” You smile despite the ache, any hoarseness tomorrow is worth every second of this.

Carefully, he guides you up into his lap, leaning back to make things comfortable for you.

He does his best to not cringe at the cold, sticky aftermath dripping down your chin and neck.

“Don’t start,” you mumble, wiping at your cheek. All it accomplishes is spreading it further. “This is your mess.”

He huffs a tired laugh into your hairline, combing it back. “I take full responsibility.”

“Good,” you reply, smugly satisfied.

Izuku doesn’t even look at his laptop the rest of the night. He shuts it and carries you up the stairs to your bedroom. He’s snoring into the back of your neck minutes after laying down.