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angelltheninth · 1 year

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How would Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Dabi, Eijirou, Mirio act when they cum early?

Have I ever written something like this? I don't think I did, odd, but fun.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader

Taglist: nsfw, smut, marathon sex, rough sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, embarrassment, praise, affirmation, cuddlefucking, kissing

A/N: I love new ideas, keep them coming (like these characters will be)

Poor Izuku is so embaressed that he finished in a few pumps that he pulls out and backs up, face aflame and getting worse as he sees his cum pouring out of your pussy. It's a hot sight but he barely got in there and he already came. He feels like he should have more stamina then that because of his training. He's feeling the anxiety and the pressure to make you come and doesn't know how to fix it because he's already soft. You see how much its affecting him right now and you pull him close and on top of you, his soft cock pressing against your clit and the outside of your pussy. He might be soft now but you can get him going again. Besides, it took a lot for him to get into the prime fighting shape he's in now right? Same thing with sex, you just have to keep practicing until he can go all night.

Bakugo is pretty snappy when he finishes early. He's angry, not at you, at himself. He's not selfish, not when it comes to sex, he loves to make you come, loves knowing he's making you feel good, hearing you moaning his name so of course he's not stopping just because he finished early. He keeps his cock snug inside your hole, feeling the combining warmth around his cock. If you think he's quitting now you must not know him as much as he thought you did, if he can't make you come with his cock then he'll use his hands, he's always been good with them. Besides he'll be hard again soon and then you're in real trouble because he intends to creampie you until your pussy can't take anymore, in a manner of minutes or hours, doesn't matter.

Shoto blinks a few times, in minor disbelief that he just came. Huh. You must have effected him more then he thought. Take that as a compliment because very few pussies have made him come earlier then he wanted to. He keeps his hips rolling slowly while kissing your neck, running his hot and cold tongue across your sensitive skin. Moan like that again, say his name like a prayer and he'll be hard again in minutes. If he does pull out it will be to change positions and get behind you, your ass in the air for him, his cum trailing down your thighs and onto his hard again cock. You ready for round two? He promises to make you see stars first this time.

Eijiro laughs a little at himself before his face gets sad. Well... that very embarrassing for him. And he's the kind of guy who can go for a very long time when he's in your mouth, who knew that just a taste of your pussy would make him lose his composure. In that case... can he use your mouth to clean up? While you're doing that he's not gonna leave you hanging, he made you dirty too. With your mouth on his dick and your sopping cunt in his face he doesn't have to ask to know when you're close. He can feel your thrusting into his tongue, your pussy flowing with his cum, dripping onto his fingers before he wipes it away and pushes it back in. His cock will be ready for your pussy again soon, you just keep working your magic tongue on it.

Mirio holds your hips upwards, pounding into you with full force, he's rushing towards him coming, he wants to come, even if its faster then he usually does. When his cum is spilling down your stomach he chuckles and winks at you, rubbing his hands together and wrapping one hand around his cock, giving it a few quick strokes before putting you on your side and thrusting his cock back in, he doesn't care that its currently soft, your pussy will get it rock hard in no time won't it? Yeah, because you love how it feels, how he feels, how he whispers into your ear, your pussy all but jacking him off at this point.

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neesieiumz · 7 months

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catharsis || ──────── s. aizawa

day five — SOMNOPHILIA / VOICE KINK / DADDY KINK

『 synopsis 』 after a long patrol, your husband comes with an ache only you can sate, only to find you deep in sleep

『 warnings 』 — 18+. sm*t. minors do not interact. husband!aizawa. pro-hero!reader. p*orn with very little plot. that's why it's shorter than my normal fics. established relationship. she is a natural disasters hero. and he has his normal job. somnophilia. voice kink. daddy kink. he is very much in love with you. like borderline obsessed with you. and vice-versa as well. female reader. black-coded reader but anyone can read. he calls you a slut but you enjoy it. sweet aftercare. was this self indulgent? i plead the fifth, how bout that?

『 writers notes 』 honestly feel like i overdid with the daddy kink but here we are! hope you enjoy it and you won't get a new ktober fic until next week tuesday! check the masterlist!

『 word count 』 3.0k

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The night had fallen upon your home before you had known it, the twinkling stars gazing down at you, the full moon’s brightness fully mocking your somnolence. You could no longer stay up for him, no matter how much you tried. You had waited for long before sleep was beginning to overtake your body, and you knew this was another night you’d go without being able to see your husband.

Your husband was Eraserhead to the world, but at home, he was Shouta to you. Your Shouta. The two of you were heroes, after all, that was how the two of you met. You knew the long nights that came with the job, especially with him being a teacher as well.

Dressed in a thin two-piece set, in a pale baby blue, you lay on your bed, covered in your warm sheets, with nothing but the sounds of your automated fan blowing cool air into your room, combatting the heated summer night outside. With school out, and your husband only getting a reduced check from his main source of income, he had no choice but to join up in nightly patrols, his main specialty when it comes to hero work.

The two of you found each other while working patrols late at night, you being a new transfer from a faraway city on the outskirts of Japan, where natural disasters were then likely to occur.

“Eraserhead, what kind of name is that?” Your smile was wide, contagious even.

The two of you stood in an alleyway, with him hanging upside down from it, his eyes obscured by the bulky yellow goggles he constantly wore.

“Trust me, I was definitely not the one to make it.” His voice was deep and grave, it slightly echoed through the alley.

“That means whoever made the name must have been pretty special huh?”

It was silent for a moment, and for a moment, you thought you hit a nerve, anxiety rising within you.

“Yeah, I guess you can say they were.”

You gleaned up at him, seeing some semblance of a smile on his face. This caused your own smile to widen slightly, standing up straight.

Your marriage was a private one, one with family and friends only, a short, quiet, and intimate event. The two of you only had a week off for your honeymoon, during the time of which students were out for school to not mess with his schedule. The two of you are extremely busy, with his job as a hero course teacher and of course your own as a rescue and natural disasters hero. The two of you barely had time for each other, easily taking what you could with each other. You knew what came with dating and eventually marrying another hero, especially with someone like your Shouta.

You lay across the bed, sighing as you relaxed into the comfort of the comforters, onto the softness of the mattress. Closing your eyes, hoping to bring a new day, hopefully with your husband’s arms comfortably snug around your waist.

— — — —

You heard a squeak first.

Your eyes barely cracked open, still heavy with sleep, as the squeaking sound got louder and longer for a moment and then stopped altogether. You didn’t move, your heart racing and beating drums within your chest as the sound of muffled footsteps got closer and closer to your bed. You could hear ruffling, like clothes were being moved before the familiar fresh scent of mahogany and lavender, your body relaxing as you did so. You opened your eyes a little bit further, being able to see the clock on your bedside table, seeing the number 2:34 glowing from the digital clock. This was a first, you never woke up when he came home from patrols, you always found yourself being wrapped up in his arms when you woke up in the morning. You tried to find the confines of sleep, hoping to easily slip into it, knowing you’ll wake up in your husband’s arms once more.

Creaakkk…

His footsteps got closer and closer, his scent slowly gaining intensity as something within went off, like chilling tingles crawling up your spine. You could feel his eyes staring holes into you, possibly scanning your entire form wrapped up in your blankets. A familiar tingling sensation began to erupt and spread through you. It had been months since the last time he touched you, the two of you being completely swamped with work. Suddenly, the bedframe creaked, as you felt the mattress underneath you slightly dip. He was so close to you, his knee grazing up against your back, the blanket being the only thing that kept the two of you lightly touching. Droplets of water, possibly from his shower that he took when you were still deep in sleep, dripped down onto you, feeling the cool, wet spots from your blanket. You kept yourself as still as possible, sleep still dancing in your eyes. And then, all of a sudden, he crouched down, the bed creaking along as he did.

It took all your self-control not to gasp as you felt his erection pressing up against you. Even with the blanket, you could still feel it. You held back the slight gasp out a slight moan as he pushed his hip in between your bottom. He let out a hefty groan, his head falling right beside your own, his lips right next to your ear as he did. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, feeling yourself beginning to drip down your thighs and stain your thin shorts. All of your self-control was slipping piece by piece, your body aching and wanting for him. Your breathing became shaky, you know he could hear it, and yet he continued his actions. You could feel his lips slowly press up kisses along your cheek and jawline. His nose nestled itself in between your ear and your hairline that peeked from the night-time scarf you wore, before taking a deep breath in, taking your freshly washed scent, your body wash, as well as your nighttime hair products.

“You smell so good,” his voice wasn't strained, as if he was holding back as well.

“I missed you so much,” he spoke again, the bed creaking again as he moved, his hands beginning to move down, thumbing along the hemline of your shorts.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here as much, snowflake,” he mumbled in your ear, his hand now officially slipping down into your shorts.

His fingers slipped in between your legs, two of his fingers easily spreading your lips apart, cool air hitting your clit, causing your body to tremble ever so slightly. Your mouth is slightly agape, drool slowly dripping out of your mouth onto your pillow. His fingers easily spilled into the mess in between your legs, pressing up against your clit. Carefully, he massaged circles into you, every movement slow and deliberate, as if he didn’t want to wake you. He probably didn’t wake you up. You had just gotten home from aiding a beach town devastated by a hurricane, pulling people out from rubble, and creating emergency service tents.

“I know you just got back, but I…” he trailed off on his words as his fingers slipped further down, sliding in between your labia.

“I can’t hold myself back, fuck.”

Your husband sounded so pretty, his voice straining every syllable as his hips ground more and more into you. By now, your shorts were a mess, and your underwear soaked with your juices. No longer able to hold yourself back, you softly pushed your hips back against his fingers, and hard-on. He most definitely felt your movements, letting out a massive groan as his dick twitched underneath his boxers.

“Naughty girl, such a slut even in your sleep…” his chuckle echoed against your bedroom walls, as his fingers dipped in even further, one of them pressing into your hole.

“Everytime I have to stay away from you, whether it be my job, or your own job, I can feel myself descending into madness–” his words suddenly cut off with a guttural groan, his hips suddenly giving off a sharp thrust.

“I am obsessed with you, you know that right?”

Tears dripped down your eyes, staining your pillows as his words enchanted you, sending great shocks of ecstasy through you. You could feel yourself trembling, only aching for him more and more. His own boxers were sticky with pre-cum, you could feel it oozing onto your satin shorts, slowly mixing in with your own soaked juices. His hand slowly pulled themselves away from your cunt, the sudden loss of pleasure causing your emotions to deflate before feeling that very same hand pulling at the hem of your shorts. You kept as still as possible as his large hands pulled your shorts down around your ankles, revealing your wet pussy.

“Agh, fuck,” is all he could say as he suddenly sat up for a moment.

You could hear shuffling in the background, most likely him taking off his boxers, hearing some kind of fabric being thrown in the air and landing on the floor. You felt his hands back on you, before feeling the tip of cock press up against your cunt, slipping and sliding in between your lips, gathering some of your juices. With a final swipe, before you knew it, you felt him press the tip at your pussy, your body trembling as he began to push it.

“Baby, baby fuck–”

He pushed himself deeper into you, your eyes squeezed shut, your cunt throbbing around him.

“Missed you, missed you so fucking much,”

You had never heard him ramble like that, his usually deep gravelly voice seeped in desperation. His hands gripped at the meat of your thigh, holding your place as he rutted his hips into you. Your lips parted, and the entire area underneath them was drenched with sweat. Your hands tightly squeeze the comforter. The heat was overtaking you, a violent intensity grappling at you. Your thoughts that once ran wild soon became filled with one thought, Shouta. Everything about him was different, the way his voice hit your ears, each syllable easily ripping a new reaction out of you. It was only a matter of time before you lost control before he knew you were awake, feeling everything he was doing to you.

“My wife, my pretty wife,” he groaned, his hands moving up and about.

“How could I fucking stay away from you?”

With his strength, he moved you about with ease. You no longer lay at your side, but instead, your knees dug into the mattress, your stomach lying against the bed. He pressed his hand against your back, your back arching up against him. He never pulled his cock out of you, staying snug inside you as he positioned you to where he wanted you to be.

As soon as you were in position, he held no mercy towards you. Pounding away at you, like a man with nothing else to live for at that moment but to ravage you. Tears welled in your eyes as absolute euphoric pleasure took over you, it came as quick as lighting. With the sudden overload on your senses, your control over your actions snapped.

A moan slipped out of your lips, the sound causing him to falter for just a moment. With the wet sound of skin against skin, he leaned down once more, moving his long hair out of his face, finally allowing him to see the tears streaming down your face, your eyes slightly opened, rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape with spit dripping down.

One of Shouta’s hands stayed at your hips while the other suddenly reached down, wrapping around underneath your chin, pulling your body upwards with ease. Your hands propped you up as he pulled your head back, your eyes locking. The position allowed you to see just how frenzied your husband looked. His thick fat cock plunging mg into you, each movement only escalating him more and more.

“How long have you been awake sweetheart? Huh, liked what I was doing to you? Hmm?”

You tried to speak, but the only thing that could slip out of your mouth was pleas if you could even call it that.

“Daddy, Daddy-fuck, it’s too–fuck!” You screeched, gripping at the pillow as your eyes squeezed shut, overcome by the sudden frenzied thrusts your husband was sending your way.

“Dirty little slut, letting me think you were asleep ? How long were you awake for?”

For a moment, you couldn’t answer him, only focused on the effervescent volcano building up within you. All of a sudden, his thrusts slowed down, causing you to whine as you looked back at his teary eyes.

“I asked you, how long have you been awake?”

“Since the moment—ahh– you walked in! Since the moment, you walked in, please don’t stop fucking me, Daddy!”

Shouta suddenly pulled all the way out, your cunt only squeezing around the tip of his fat cock, before slamming it back into you, almost hitting and bruising your cervix. Both you and his own moans and groans echoed into the air, mixing together in a beautiful melody. His hand left your chin, your body flopping forward for a couple seconds before suddenly feeling your arms being jerked back. Your moans became scream-like as he grabbed at both of your wrists, suddenly pulling your arms back.

“Fuck,” he cursed, hissing as he pummeled into you, “so fucking tight–huh, you like the way I fuck you, huh?”

You could barely get any words out, shaking your head vigorously, clenching around him. Every plunge into your cunt devoured you, your husband’s moans and groans had your body trembling. His growls reverberated within your ears, only causing your body to curl in pleasure.

“I said,” he suddenly cut into your thoughts, your body jerking up even further, “you like the way I fuck you, slut”

“Yes, daddy!”

Shouta’s chuckle was deep, and his thrusts only overwhelmed you even further. You relished in the way your skin took the pain, feeling the bloom and sting tingle all over you. If you could blush, you knew the bottom of your thighs would be blooming red. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, your eyes rolling out the back of your head. All of a sudden, Shouta dropped your arms, your body flopping, back arching into the bed as his hands gripped at the flesh at your hips and butt. His thrusts became erratic in nature, his already broken-down composure crumbling even further. You could hear his breathy words, soaking in the neediness laced within them.

“Missed you so fucking much, my wife– my fucking wife.”

“Look so fucking pretty, so fucking senstive f’ me.”

“Missed this pretty fucking pussy, hate how much I have to leave you–fuck!”

Shouta’s body lurched, towering over your own. You could feel his sweat dripping down from his body, falling like light rain into your almost bareback, your thin night-top crumpled up at your bosom. Your hands crumpled up the blankets and sheets underneath you, the feeling of your tongue slightly grazing against the fabric. Your words soon dulled out, the only thing on your tongue was your monas and coherent words putting together the title you called him in bed. You could feel your cunt tightening up around him, like a ticking time bomb going off within you.

“Such a sweet fucking pussy– fuck–” his body suddenly lunched, the bruising grip he had on your hip tightening.

Your body convulsed, shaking in his hold as your mind went blank white, tears streaking out of your eyes as your climax ripped out of you, your juices spilling and ripping all over him.

“Daddy!—” your final words cut, your voice echoing against the white walls of your room.

With a final grunt, you felt your husband slump over, feeling his dick twitching inside of you, painting your walls white. Soon, the only thing you could hear was the sounds of your heavy breathing, both your and Shouta’s as well. You let out a whimper as you felt him pull out his cock out of you, leaving you with withdrawal. Without him letting go of your hips, your legs fully slumped onto the wet bed. With hands still around you, shrieking as he swept you up from the bed. You held onto him as your husband slowly got off the bed, turning your head to see him slip into your bedroom’s bathroom, using one hand to turn the light on. He placed you on the toilet, before walking to your sink. You couldn't help the soft smile that slowly appeared on your face as you heard the faucet turn on.

He walked back over with a rag, slowly opening up your legs as you both felt and saw your cum mixed with his, dripping down your inner thigh. He moved the warm rag against your skin, letting out a short gasp as he grazed the rag against your sensitive cunt, cleaning up the main source of the mess. You heard your husband let out a breath of a chuckle, seeing a ghost of a smirk etched on his face. Your soft smile turned abashed as your hand reached up, smacking him slightly on his shoulder. Your brick house of a husband didn’t even flinch from your smack, continuing to clean you up. Soon you could feel nothing but the touch of water on your legs. Once finished, your husband slowly pulled your soaked shorts down the rest of the way, before tossing them into your laundry hamper. With nothing else, he carried you back to the bed.

The two of you slipped underneath the sheets, his arm easily wrapping your waist as he pulled you close. You had no use of the pillows, using your husband’s naked chest, humming at the warmth that radiated off of his body. Before you knew it, you had laid a soft kiss against the beefy shoulder of your husband, before snuggling back into him. You both heard and felt him move, smiling as you felt a soft pressure against the top of your head, feeling the sensation of lips. With that, you drifted off to sleep, slowly hearing your own husband’s snores echo into her.

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archonsabyss · 8 months

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╰─..✶. [ My Love Mark ]

❒ pairing: (aged-up) bakugou x fem!reader

❒ genre: fluff! smut nsfw [mdni]!

❒ warnings: swearing! hickeys! katsuki accidentally leaves a burn imprint on your hip? idk if that's how it works or whtv but yeh

❒ wc: 1.5k

─❒ authors note: inspired [reel]. too lazy to read over it again to check for mistakes. WRITING IS SELF INDULGENT isn't it🤭

Bundled sheets are crinkled between his rough and scarred fingers. His grip is tight and unrelenting as the pleasure builds to new heights from the persistent snapping of his hips and the way you tighten around him. Katsuki's ragged breathing and drunken words of assertion whisper seductively into your ear as he forces your body to keep up with him; as he demands you stay with him as he loses himself.

"Slow down... Ka-Katsuki" You plead through whimpering stutters.

"No" He'd snap back almost immediately, raising his head to glance at your face that twists and contorts in minor discomfort hidden beneath the face of pleasure with every small movement he makes, and he's so beyond enamoured by the way your brows furrow when your diluted pupils' peak at him through lidded eyes before rolling back as he rubs himself back and forth against you. His eyes soften at the sight of your responsive reaction, and the sweat accumulates on your face as you give yourself to him despite exhaustion.

In a split second, Katsuki's brought down to earth and he's shoving his cock deep inside you, settling firmly pressed up against your heaving chest as you fall numb against the mattress, encaged between his flexed arms and the warmth radiating from your entangled limbs.

"No" He repeats softer than the first time, his thumb brushing circles on your flustered cheeks. "Don't want to"

"Just need a sec- Kats" You reassure weakly, taking advantage of the steady pace he sets just to talk to you. "Just a sec"

"Fine" He huffs, "But 'm not pulling out"

You murmured a frail, 'okay', allowing your eyes to fall shut and your hands to slip from his hair and fall to the bed. Bakugou does not approve but he figures he can give you a second or two.

As you're recuperating, Bakugou's anxious and can't find it in himself to be completely still so he resorts to fidgeting with the sheets, only it doesn't do much as his restlessness continues to grow at an agitatingly fast rate. His tongue swipes across his teeth in a consecutive back-and-forth motion, clinking now and then as he looks for something to occupy his fidgetiness.

"Wanna move" He says and it hasn't even been two minutes.

"Can't keep up with you" You chuckled, looping your arms around his neck.

"Don't care" But his actions say otherwise as he does not attempt to move without your consent. Alas, he sighs and resorts to burying his face deeply in the crook of your neck where his lips press to your heated skin.

His hair lay in disarray at the top of his head with a few loose strands sticking to his forehead, and your hand finds comfort between the unruly locks attempting to salvage the mess.

"Yeah, fuck you make me crazy" He exhaled deeply with a glare burning into your neck. He's unable to comprehend the way you're making him feel and all you're doing is brushing your hands through his hair.

"S not fucking fair" He curses, smothering your neck and throat and shoulders with wet kisses and long-striding swipes of his tongue until it grows sensitive beneath his determination.

Katsuki shifts, starting up a slow but consistent pace with his cock burying between your walls, a replenished moan erupts from your throat and it deafens him; forcing him into a blinded state of bliss that he barely realizes the flickering of sparks beneath his hand and the way his nails dig deep into your hip, not even when you screech his name out between what he derives as a sultry moan and an aching groan. So far into his delusions that he doesn't acknowledge the way your hand grips his biceps for relief or the way your body curves upward against him, trying to wriggle out of his grip which only forces him deeper than he has ever been before.

With each breath that tugs from his lungs, Katsuki loses control.

A cloud of disbelief fogs his mind as he tries to understand how something he's done so many times before can only get better; can only feel so entirely new like it's the very first time you've been this intimate when the experience of his and your actions denote otherwise.

He swears incoherently into your ear until you utter his name between sobs, the safe word you've only used once before making its way out of your swollen lips.

Bakugou stops.

"Fuck" He mutters in panic, hooded eyes widening as his brows pinched into a frown.

"Sorry baby" He's apologizing wholeheartedly, cock twitching in desperate need of continuation but against his desires he pulls out, dragging a heavy breath from your chest as he does. His hands find their place on your cheeks and he's doing a quick once over your body, eyes landing on the reddened area where his hands before cupping your cheeks are imprinted on a bright shade of red.

"Fuck"

"Said that already" You chuckled, tears falling down your cheeks. "M'kay" You assured and you meant it. "Was a little shocked is all"

"Fuck..." He gruffly mutters at himself while brushing his thumb over the tender and sensitive skin causing you to flinch. "I'm gonna get ice"

As he says this, he's already pushing himself off you against your will and rushing to grab an ice pack stored in the freezer.

"Come back here, Katsuki" He hears you calling him just as he re-enters the room. The sound of his name pleading from your lips as you instantly miss his warmth and company exhilarates the organ pumping blood throughout his body.

The frown usually creasing his forehead is relieved and gone, and in place of it is an untroubled expression of relief and calmness.

There's an unwavering flicker of his tenderness and affection for you in the way his eyes trail across your naked body, his careful touch contrasting the aching of your joints and the pulsing of your pussy.

Katsuki's knees dig into the mattress when he gets onto the bed and you feel the weight dipping in its favour. The sight of his hovering figure above you then returns for a split second, all the time needed for him to press a kiss to your lips, your forehead, and lastly the area beneath your earlobe before his pulling away and placing the ice on the swelling pain on your side.

When the ice meets the fiery burn, you can't help the relieved sigh that escapes. And it arises a smudge of guilt in Katsuki that you're quick to assure, your hands placed on his shoulder and dragged up to his neck. "Lay with me"

He's tempted to refuse but how can he when it's what you both want. He glances at his hand that keeps the pack in place, "It's fine Kats, lay on your side next to me"

When it's just the two of you, Katsuki lets his guard down and is often quiet. He rarely speaks but somewhere between the lines he fills the silence. Everything that leaves your lips reaches his ears and pierces his thick skull and during those times, he reminded you of a puppy in a sense of loyalty, affection, and obedience. Katsuki is settled in the confinement of your home and thus he feels it a safe space to let the lovesick side of him show further and naturally, he allows it to take dominance.

His expression had never been softer. His touch had never been more careful. And the way he settles himself on top of you so mindful of your pain, he doesn't lay beside you and remains above you just more to the left away from where his lust took over and left its mark, regretfully stopping him from receiving end. Katsuki buries his head into the crook of your neck and latches his lips onto it like a starved man, tongue licking and flicking back and forth, teeth nipping, the wet sloppy noise of his actions echoing in your ears and drawing fast and heavy breathes from your chest again.

The night was far from over, but for now, he'd let you take a few minutes─ an hour to rest while he busied himself with dressing you in his marks. There were so many other things he could do for the time to pass and you didn't stop him as it began.

Pants draw from your chest as you comb your fingers through his dishevelled hair and linger them down his spine. This pulls a satisfied moan from Katsuki who embraces the gesture; the feeling of your nails scratching up and down his back as your chest rises and presses firmly against his chest before it falls and repeats. His hand adjusts the ice but he doesn't pull away, so content with the moment despite the little accident and not reaching his end. But he's certain if you keep this up, he'll cum in no time, and then he supposes he can give you maybe another hour to rest.

☣ copyright @archonsabyss all rights reserved // do not copy; steal; plagiarize; reword or repost my works to any other platform! No translations!! All credits to original owners of characters/anime/pictures that are not my own!

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raitonsfw · 3 months

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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: As you watched Tamaki's tentacles form against the spines of his fingers, you couldn't help the heat that rushed between your legs... you needed him now; it didn't matter that you two were still on a mission.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!tamaki, tentacle play, use of tamaki's quirk (takoyaki), tentacle 'fingering', breast play, suctions, orgasm (reader), tamaki's a skittish lover, he's horny for you but makes sure he takes care of you.

a/n: so you might've awakened a new kink in me cuz i was elated to write this (idk if its my kink in writing quirks just taking over or if i now like tentacles, we'll never know but this was hot to write) wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“This okay, Y/N?” A blush had spread across Tamaki’s face, the lavender visor he wore nearly fogging up from the heat from his cheeks as he looked away from you.

Of course Tamaki was timid… and flushed with lust. The both of you were in an abandoned alleyway, away from the hero scene doing God knows what. As one of his tentacles wrapped around your waist, you shivered under the wet slick of them. “Yeah, Ama– we should hurry.”

You felt your hero uniform nudge to the side and a lengthy coil fell between your legs, creeping up the side of your leg towards your throbbing cunt. His eyes zeroed in on yours for a second as he mouth pressed into a thin line, trying his best not to freak out. You glanced down at his body, to his nimble hand which had sprouted five reddish tentacles from his earlier takoyaki snack. When you watched them transform, you knew you had to seduce him– hoping to get your boyfriend alone.

You said with innocence, “Betcha those tentacles don’t get used often, mind if I see ‘em?”

And here you were, after running your fingers against the suction cups and some sultry words slipping from your mouth– watching Tamaki tremble underneath said fingers as they rubbed against the seam of his tunic, right underneath his plum-colored bags. The white bulge was extremely prominent and you smirked.

Tamaki had you under a spell, all five of his tentacles clinging onto you– one around your waist, one laying still around your neck, another suctioned to the fabric that covered your chest, and two teasing at your clit. As the two tentacles rubbed against your clit now, pushing beside each other, a whimper fell from your lips. “C’mon, Ama, put one of ‘em in.”

“O-Okay…” You felt him shudder against you, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as you palmed him and one of his tentacles pressed into your cunt. You moaned loudly, his normal free hand flying to your mouth to try to shush you. “Quiet down please, Fatgum could come looking for us.”

“Mm, or worse…” As you said that, his tentacle thrusted into you further and you squeezed your eyes shut at the rousing feeling. His suctions pressed against your walls, fucking in and out and you couldn’t help the incoming whines that came from you. “T-Tamaki…”

“Yeah, you doing okay?” He eased out, his other tentacle that housed it way down there playing with your clit. Its tip suctioned into the swell of it, smoothing circles into it as a wet pop–! sounded from your cunt. You were nearing your orgasm way faster than you ever anticipated, his obedience was on par– absolutely exceptional.

“Yeah, make me cum– so close…”

You were too preoccupied by the heavenly motions against your clit– inside your cunt, you didn’t feel that the one across your chest had slithered its way into your bodysuit. Oh, Tamaki was bold today… tweaking your nipple hard in the latex and humming softly to himself as you clenched around the tentacle inside you. It kissed at your nipple, toying with it as you tried your best to suppress your moans against his palm.

As you fell apart Tamaki pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, coaxing you through your release with his normal hand soothing over your waist. He pulled his tentacle out, inspecting it slightly and you almost wanted to watch him suck your juices off of it– but he sadly didn’t.

“I’m buying you takoyaki every week– no, everyday.” You breathed out, both of your hands sliding underneath his tunic and against the tent of his bodysuit. Tamaki squeaked out a tiny noise, pressing closer to you with a skittish expression as he looked down the alleyway. “That’s a promise.”

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sugarverse · 5 days

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bf who tells you "be still princess. you wanna be my fucktoy? 'hen let me use you."

so there you were, his fingers crammed in your mouth as your drool leaked onto your tits messily. you stared up at him, watching his face was scrunch up in pleasure. you felt his fingertips bruise into your hip bone, causing you to suck harder as he shoved his cock into you greedily. it was almost making you see stars.

the fap! fap! fap! echoed in the room along with his grunts in your ear, causing your eyes to roll back into your skull at the heavenly sound. he wasn't much for making noise, but every time he did it sent you over the edge. he snickered, seeing you in such a state before pulling out to cum over your poor and probably swollen pussy. he takes the messy smear of cum from his tip, rubbing it against your clit. "my pretty girl.. did s' good for me.. next time i'll fill you up like a real toy."

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slayfics · 3 months

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Idk if you do drabble requests but I wanna ask. Katsuki getting resder pads. I can imagine two scenarios for him. Either he was too focused on hero stuff that he gets pads in all sizes, in the brand which reader asked to get. Or, total domestic househusband material. Straught away gets the pad and some snacks and comes home w a proud lil smile saying like how he knows everything about reader 🤩🤩

(Yeah I'm on my period :D)

Katsuki tends to you on your period

500 words~

You scrolled through your phone while watching mindless TV, waiting for Katsuki to return home. He had taken off to the store to grab a few things. Before leaving he had asked you if you needed anything.

To your surprise, he didn’t scrunch his nose up at you or make any snide comments when you asked him to pick up pads. Instead, he just grunted in acknowledgment and made his way out the door.

You half expected a text or call soon from a lost Katsuki in the feminine hygiene aisle completely overwhelmed with which ones to pick out. However- a call never came.

The door creaked open, and you heard the sound of his boots stomping accompanied by the rustling of what sounded to be several grocery bags. Katsuki poked his head into the living room- a devious look on his face.

“Welcome back,” you greeted him apprehensively.

Katsuki made his way to you- grocery bags in hands, “Will this do it for ya’?” he asked, spilling the contents of a few of the bags onto your lap. Multiple packs of pads in all sizes and shapes rained out.

You looked up at his teasing expression and couldn’t help but laugh, “Kats what did you do?!?”

“You didn’t specify so- I got every kind they had,” he explained a harsh laugh escaping him. “Oh wait- I also read some dumb ass article that said to get you snacks too,” he said grabbing another bag and dumping it out once more onto your lap.

Many snacks flopped out, from chocolates, and chips, to sour gummy worms.

“Wait- got these too,” he said emptying another bag on top of you and various stuffed toys flew out. “Need anything else for your period, hm?” He asked and smiled as you proceeded to laugh until your eyes misted.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You stated.

“Yeah, well- told ya I’m the best at everything. Including this.” He said mockingly before his features turned soft, “Seriously though- do you need anything else?” He asked.

“Just you,” you said motioning for him to sit with you. Katsuki made a scene of pushing the stuffed toys, snacks, and pads to the side to make room for himself.

“I love you,” you said kissing his cheek.

“Course you do,” he replied, causing you to slap his arm playfully. “Kidding brat- you know I love you. Wouldn’t do this dumb shit for anyone else,” he said pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Thanks for the request! I hope this is what you were looking for! Just wanted to let everyone else know too incase you haven’t seen- I’ve opened up my requests again but only for some of the MHA boys. You can read more in my pinned post~

Tags: @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a

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Hey. Can you whip up a bit of smut with Viking Katsuki with dry humping? 😏

KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU

Bakugo had been away for a considerable duration. He, along with other warriors under earl Toshinori, embarked on another raid against a northern clan. Upon their triumphant return, Katsuki finally found a moment to spend with you.

Upon Katsuki's return, he swiftly discarded the thick fur from his shoulders and settled into a wooden chair by the fireplace to thaw.

You approached, offering him a cup of mead. "I'm thrilled you're back home."

Katsuki casually pulled you to perch on his knee — an ordinary occurrence between the two of you, a preference he delighted in.

As you settled on Katsuki's right knee while he sipped his mead, you immediately sensed the friction against your yearning core from his thick, woolen-covered thigh.

Unaware of the pleasure he unintentionally induced, Bakugo absentmindedly bounced his knee, while you subtly shifted to find the perfect position. Your attempts to align your clit with his thigh went unnoticed until your hips started rocking — initially gentle, then gradually intensifying.

Bakugo, facing away from you and watching people outside the window, remained unaware until he paused, observing your actions.

You got lost in the moment, emitting breathy moans until his rough hands anchored on your waist, bringing you back to reality. "Oi! Don't stop, little raven," he encouraged. His hands guided you, amplifying the rhythm as you ground against his thigh. With a gentle nudge, he instructed you to turn around.

Shy yet compliant, you removed your panties and picked the hems of your long dress, cheeks flushed and eyes avoiding his gaze. Returning to his knee, his calloused hands secured your hips, guiding you back into the intense grind.

"Look at you," he murmured in a darkened tone. "So eager to get off, tsch!"

You met his gaze, biting your lip.

He was visibly aroused, straining against his trousers. As you gained confidence, your hands on his broad chest, you rocked harder and faster, moans escalating, and you didn't care who could hear you.

Bakugo savored every detail — your hair, the grip of your hands, your pleasured moans, the pearls of sweat formed on your temples.

As your rocking grew wild, Katsuki lost control. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, matching your fervor, guiding you back and forth. "Cum for me, little raven," he urged, relishing your tremors on his thigh.

You screamed his name and rested your forhead against the crook of his neck.

Post-orgasm, he held you close, reveling in the aftermath. "So hot," he admitted, adjusting your position to straddle him. He encouraged you to rub against his dick, creating a visible bulge within his trousers. Observing a wet stain on his pants, he teased your lack of control. "Oi, little raven, you couldn't contain yourself from cumming already, huh? Quite the naughty one, aren't you?"

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corpsekiller · 9 days

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𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠) — 𝐤.𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

PAIRING. katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader

WARNINGS. hurt/comfort, overuse of quirk, mentions of burns

SYNOPSIS. after pushing himself beyond his limits during training, katsuki tries to deal with the consequences of his actions on his own.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. so, i'm finally back after taking a long break from writing! i honestly didn't plan to disappear without a word, but uni and work were keeping me really busy and i just didn't find the time to write. anyway, i hope you enjoy this little fic! <3

LENGTH. will be added later!

MASTERLIST

Everything fuckin' hurts.

His skin is reddened and the palms are blistered, aching and tender to the touch as he fumbles with the first-aid kit, rummaging through the small bag for some bandages to cover his open wounds. The cold water he ran over his sore fingers did little to soothe the pain and Bakugou swallows a broken sob when he finds nothing to stop the cuts from bleeding, tries to blink away the tears that begin to blur his vision as he tosses the first-aid kit across the room and slides down the wall to his knees.

"Katsu, are you in there?"

Your voice makes him flinch. It's muffled behind the closed door, barely audible, but he can still hear the honest concern laced in every word as you call out his name a second time. His heart stumbles in his chest, a treacherous rhythm behind his ribs that begs for help and yet, he can't bring himself to reply no matter how hard he tries — his lips part, but instead of words he finds stones in the hollow of his mouth.

No sound leaves his throat.

You're so pathetic, a voice whispers. It sounds strangely like his own.

For a second, Katsuki stares at the sickeningly white tiles beneath his feet, now stained with the remnants of his blood still oozing from his hand. Deep crimson glints tauntingly back at him, the bitter affirmation of his failure to control his explosive quirk reflecting in each little drop and fuck, he feels another sob shatter his body before he can clasp his bruised hands over his mouth — it makes him want to claw right through his chest, to grab his weakness right by the fuckin' throat and twist its brittle neck to silence it for the rest of his life.

He can't.

"Fuck off," he manages to bark around the stones and buries his face in the crook of his elbow, presses his nose into the sleeve of his of his shirt to suffocate this awful desperation that threatens to climb out his throat. "I'm fine, okay? I don't need your fuckin' help."

It's dreadfully quiet on the other side of the door.

Katsuki's breath hitches in his chest and he listens, counts the seconds — one, two, three, four — but besides the sound of his own thoughts roaring in his head, he can't hear anything else and the realization that tumbles down with this observation feels like a knife being pushed slowly into his flesh.

You left, he thinks bitterly, he finally pushed you away like everyone else. And look, he gets it — for the longest time, that's all he's ever done; shoving people away and hiding behind a carefully constructed facade of unbridled anger. He's only every held out his hands to destroy, to crush and win and maybe now, his actions finally return to haunt him in his weakest moment.

It doesn't matter that he caught a glimpse of hope when he first met you, that he thought he finally found someone who'd only laugh at his harsh comments and tell him to calm down, I know you don't mean it with an amused smile—

You left anyway, he reminds himself. It's probably for the best.

Then, a sigh.

"You're so stupid," you retort on the other side of the door, though there's no bite in your insult. "I know you can handle yourself, but I'm not leaving you in this state, even if I have to sit here all night."

Your voice cracks and his name lingers on the tip of your tongue, sweet and soft, never falling from your lips. "C'mon, let me in."

Instinctively, he gives in.

"Alright," Bakugou replies hesitantly. "Come in, but don't... Just don't fuckin' laugh at me, alright." It's a pathetic attempt to hide the pain behind a mask of unjustified anger, he knows, but he can't let you see him like this without putting up a miserable fight. It feels like he's been stripped of any dignity he's been feigning to hold on the span of his broad shoulders, like he's been reduced to nothing but an incurable ache that clings to his broad shoulders like a shadow under the scorching midday sun.

He's not even sure you heard him, words barely above a whisper, but then the door opens and you enter. With careful steps, you come closer and crouch down, your knees hitting the cold tiles with a soft thud. Immediately, Katsuki slumps against the wall, caving his shoulders into himself to escape your eyes studying his face, gaze wandering over his features as your brows crease in worry.

He hates it.

And yet, he doesn't move when you wordlessly wrap your hands around his wrists and gently turn them to observe the burns littering his bruised skin. There's a certain kind of caution in the way you touch him, something so utterly gentle, as if you're fuckin' scared of hurting him and Bakugou curses your stupid display of affection — no one ever handled him with such care before.

So, he grits his teeth and tears his gaze away from you. It's just too much, the way you look at him.

"Y'know, you shouldn't push yourself like that."

He almost barks out a laugh. The sharpness of a cynical retort burns on the tip of his tongue and he opens his mouth to spit it out, but you're quick to cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up for a second, 'kay?" It's almost as if you expected him to argue. "Listen, I get it. I really do. I know why you always push yourself in every training session until you're about to pass about, why you always strive for perfection and overexert your quirk, but this... on the long run, this will only lead you to your early grave."

"You don't know shit," he snarls. Like a wounded animal, he fears kindness, yet he craves it. Touching you makes him want to pull away and yet, he stays frozen, unable to move, because the moment you let go he's sure the pain of his burns will pull him back into the abyss he's been fighting his way out of for what feels like an eternity and he—

He can't give up now.

So instead, he just studies your expression — thoughtful, gentle, concerned. He feels his face heat up as his fingers tremble in your gentle grasp, itching with the urge to fumble with something, anything in means of distraction. He doesn't mind the lack of space — in fact, he finds it almost soothing to feel how close you are, but he's so vulnerable beneath your eyes that his mind screams at him to run if it means you won't look at him in this way again.

"I'm not judging you, Katsu," you mumble, sensing his unease. Your thumb draws small circles on the inside of his wrist, right where his pulse flutters beneath his skin. "But even the best of us need a break every once in a while. It's not a sign of weakness to ask for help, really."

Somehow, his shoulders relax.

"No one will judge you, I promise. So why don't we head to the nurse and let her take a look at your burns?"

It is almost instinctively that he desires to lean into your gentle touch, and remember this fragile feeling for the rest of his life — Katsuki finds a different kind of healing, now that he lets his walls crumble down in your embrace.

"Okay," he whispers and shakily pushes himself to hid feet.

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ladyymiisa · 21 days

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ENTRANCED

summary: you’re japan’s most famous singer and hawks is your biggest fan

tags: hawks x f!reader, singer!reader, fanboy!hawks, feminine pronouns used for reader, fluff, hawks is such a loser i love him

author’s note: umm mha brainrot has been going crazy ever since the new season trailer dropped,, i might make a part two for this since im literally such a sucker for the popstar trope,, also this is such an indulgent fic for me i am so sorry chat

thinking about hawks.

hawks, who besides being japan’s number two hero, is also a man entitled to have his own passions and interests to indulge in, despite his incredibly busy line of work. and one of those interests is you.

radiant, talented, spectacular you, who japan had classified as its top favourite singer. rising to the tops in a short matter of time despite being a young adult, you’ve managed to make a name for yourself through your hard work. you had a certain image about you that lured people in, that made them want to see more of you.

you were absolutely gorgeous, with bright eyes that shone with excitement whenever you got on the stage, a smile that held nothing but affection for your fans as you talked to them during your meet-and-greets, and an aura so powerful that it made them want to have their eyes on you at all times. everyone was enamoured by you, and slowly but surely, hawks found himself caught in your love-net as well.

during one of his patrols (which was surprisingly peaceful considering the amount of people that usually stopped to either take a picture with him or ask for his autograph), he couldn’t help the whistle that fell from his lips upon seeing your image showcased on a luxurious shop’s glass window.

you had just recently done a collaboration with the brand, proudly showing off their clothes and accessories on your instagram stories—which he all hearted, by the way—and boy was he glad you did. the clothing embraced your body perfectly, hugging your curves and enhancing your attractiveness, as if you were made to wear them. you looked breathtaking, and hawks couldn’t find the strength to pry himself away from the glass window.

and don’t get me wrong, your appearance isn’t the only thing that lured him in. your voice won him over the second he decided to watch one of your music videos. the public wasn’t lying, your singing was mesmerising! despite how the music genre wasn’t particularly his favourite, the hero found himself going through all of your albums, singles and even listening to the songs you were featured on. after about three hours of continuous listening, hawks already had a playlist made with all of his favourite songs.

his favourite album is your first one. it really embraces your authenticity with its heartfelt lyrics and story behind it, about some of the hardest moments in your life. he remembers you saying in one interview that said album was the closest to your heart since it was the one that made you reach the tops, and also because it was the first album you wrote on your own. it was raw and sincere, much like the ones that came after, but it was clear that none could compare to the very first.

all in all, you could say that hawks is your biggest fan.

his apartment has a special corner in which he keeps all of your merch. from posters, vinyls, shirts and even exclusive plushies, this man has everything. sometimes he feels cringe for being such a diehard fanboy, but hey, he deserves to have the luxury of indulging in something as normal as having a small very big celebrity crush.

also, he definitely follows multiple stan accounts dedicated to you. pictures taken at any of your concerts? he has them saved. a very cool edit on tiktok of you while you’re performing? he’s hitting the like and favourite buttons immediately. like, this man spends countless hours looking at pictures of you on pinterest while he’s giggling and kicking his feet like a lovesick middle school girl.

and it’s no secret that hawks is your fan. almost everyone at his agency knows, especially since he makes no effort to hide it. not from his agency, and not from the media either. one time during a public interview, one reporter asked him if he had any favourite singers, in hopes of gathering more personal information about the hero, and hawks didn’t hesitate for a second before responding with, “y/n, of course! she’s incredibly talented and i love her music. i think i know all of her songs by heart, haha!” to which the media went wild.

of course, being the devious little shit that he is, hawks intentionally made the information public with the intention of gaining your attention. and to his delight, it did. not even a day after the interview was posted online, he woke up with two notifications from his instagram. the poor hero almost dropped his phone from ten feet up high in the air after reading the name of the account who messaged him.

y/nofficial

hey :)

heard you like my music, how about a free vip ticket to come meet me backstage after my next concert? <3

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vampyrsm · 2 years

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mdni.

thinking about roommate bakugou who is so tired of hearing you whining in the room just next to his, so sick of the buzzing of what he knows is your favourite wand & how it just doesn’t satisfy you enough because you’re trying for so long to cum.

he can hear the bed shift when you try a new position to hurry things along, can hear you curse when it’s just not doing it for you. if he wasn’t so hyper-focused on you, he might’ve missed the way you’re moaning for something bigger over the noise of his wet cock in his hand whilst he aggressively strokes himself.

it’s like that most nights, him cumming hard on himself to the sound of when you finally hit your high and you’re cumming, loud. he’s pretty certain that you know he can hear you, but you don’t seem to care when he hears you finally relax, then padding over to your bathroom to clean yourself up.

but tonight is different, the familiar hum of your vibrator has been on for a while, much longer than you usually take to reach your peak. he wonders if you’ve maybe just left it on, huffing at himself for realising how fucking creepy it is that he’s trying to read your movements through the fucking wall.

that is until he hears you sigh, long and loud and dripping with annoyance. he hears a faint “can’t even cum,” along with a sentence that’s much quieter and harder for him to hear but he’s not really focusing anymore. he’s focused on the fact you can’t cum anymore from your toys, making your little clit all numb to the vibrations and ruining your own orgasm.

doesn’t even stop himself from getting up and out of bed, tugging up his sweatpants to his hips and making his way out of his room and straight to yours. doesn’t even knock either, just opens the door to hear you squeal and attempt to cover yourself up. but it’s too late, he saw the copious amount of slick coating your thighs and the wet patch on the towel you’ve laid out, never mind the impressive amount of toys you’ve got on your bed that have got clear signs of usage.

“katsuki!” you try to sound stern, but it wavers when you see the clear outline of his fat cock in his sweatpants and the wet patch forming where his tip must be. he’s smirking at you when you reach his eyes, making quick steps towards the edge of the bed to grab ahold of your ankle and yanking you down hard enough to twist the blankets off of your body.

he has you splayed out for him, your legs spread to expose your dripping wet slit to the cool air and he’s staring. unashamed with it too, he’s practically drooling over the state your pussy is in. you’re fucking soaked, and you still couldn’t cum? tsk.

“heard you whinin’ and sighing through the wall princess,” he starts, voice laced in thick arousal as he ruts his clothed cock against you to see the wet imprint you leave behind. “you need someone t’make you cum, hm?”

you should really say no, he is your roommate after all and if you let him fuck you then wouldn’t that blur some lines? make things complicated? but every time he rolls his hips forward, catching your swollen clit against the ridge of his cock, the worries melt out of your brain.

“please,” you pout a little, sounding extra needy because if he keeps doing that thing with his hips then you’re going to end up cumming and it’ll be all for nothing.

“please what? hm?” he bites his bottom lip when you whine, your hips jerking a little and he can see your stomach tense up when he ruts a little harder against you. “tell me what you want baby, and i’ll give it to ya.”

you abandon the embarrassment, opting to roll your hips a little in tandem with his and making him the one to moan at the pressure you’re applying. “wan’ you to fuck me, please, wanna cum on your cock.” it’s filthy, the words you say but the fire that sets alight in katsuki’s eyes when he meets your fucked out gaze with a wolfish grin.

“since you asked so nicely,” he grins and finally letting go of one of your thighs to pull and tug his sweatpants down to let his cock spring out and slap against his thigh because of how fucking big and heavy it is, you can’t stop yourself from staring at it with wide eyes, is it even going to fucking fit? seemingly catching the look in your eye, his hand wraps around the base of his cock as he gently glides it through your wetness, gathering it at his tip to tap it against your clit to watch you jolt.

“don’t worry baby, we’ll make it fit.” is all he says before he’s angling his hips down a little, enraged red head of his cock catching against your entrance before he’s rolling his hips forward fluidly with a low groan that matches your moan of ecstasy at being stretched out by his length.

he gives shallow thrusts until he’s buried deep inside of you, his hips flush against your own and your thighs twitching at his sides from where he’s holding them. he tucks your legs over his arms before effortlessly folding you in half, his face now just hovering over yours. his hips still giving slow but deep experimental rolls to feel the way your walls flutter and cling to him for dear life.

“so fuckin’ tight, keep squeezing me like that and ‘m not gonna last princess.” he tenses his jaw when you subconsciously squeeze him at his words, just the thought of making him cum enough to get you off.

“can’t help it, ‘s too big.” you mumble back, and he’s grinning again despite the strain in his body to stop himself from exploding inside of you. his lips brush against yours when he leans a little closer, exchanging soft pants before he stills deep inside of you.

you think he might actually be struggling to hold on but then he starts a pace that’s almost vicious, downright mean with how his balls slap against the curve of your ass and the rough trail of blonde hair just above his cock is rubbing against your clit harshly. you moan loud, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he shifts his body slightly and barrelling the head of his cock into the one spot that has your entire body going rigid.

“g’nna cum pretty girl? yeah? wanna feel you cum all over my cock,” he groans when your thighs start to twitch against his biceps and how you’re squeezing him somehow much tighter than earlier, he throws his weight around a little more to make sure he breaks past the strong grip you have on him. “cum for me, c’mon.”

and you do, throwing your head back and arching your back as little as you can in the mating press he has you in and you’re spasming wildly around his length as he continues to fuck you through your initial relief and throwing you right into your next one that’s almost painful from how quickly you approached it. “f-fuck, ‘ki, too much, ‘s too much!” you finally manage to get out after your entire body seized up in pure ecstasy.

“just a little more, ‘m so close,” he moans sinfully against your parted lips, his body drenched in sweat and all his muscles bunched tight before he’s losing sense of rhythm and throwing himself head first into what he might think is one of his best orgasms in a long time. he whines, actually whines, when his cock twitches and starts to release his hot white seed deep inside your walls with each thrust of his hips, fucking it impossibly deeper until he can’t anymore.

his body lowers itself over yours, still aware of how he could crush you beneath him as he lets your legs loose from the grip you had and you both groan at the wet feeling of his cum being forced out from you around his cock. he breathes in deep when his nose buries itself into your hair, letting himself relax as your fingers stroke gentle patterns up and down his sides. “i’ll clean up in a second, lemme just..” he doesn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he means.

you kiss against his collarbone, then his shoulder, basking in the after-sex smell and the thought that maybe this could turn out for the better.

anyway i wrote this instead of making myself lunch, hope you enjoyed 🥰

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rxdidz · 1 year

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★ — i’ve never known someone like you. (glue song 🤭)

★ — synopsis: random things that include dating them!!

★ ft. izu, denki, sho, sero, shinsou, jirou, ochako, toga

izuku — patching him up after training/ a fight, study dates, cooking with him, holding hands in the halls, smiling all the time, him blushing over the littlest things, matching pajamas, #1 hype man, glancing at each other in class, good morning and good night texts.

denki — his head in your lap as you play with his hair, painting his nails, drawing hearts on his hands, listening to music in the kitchen, facetiming all night, matching onsies, doing his eyeliner, going to n arcade and beating him at every game, whispering and giggling in class.

shoto — telling each other all your problems, admiring how pretty you are in class, best friends to lovers, stargazing, flustered at any physical affection you give him, painting with him, moving your hair out of your face for you, cheek kisses.

sero — teaching you to skateboard, getting fast food at 1am, having his arm slung over your shoulder, movie dates, laying on the roof together, giving you his jacket when your cold, hugging you from behind, doing facemasks together.

shinsou — gossiping at 5am, annoying you to get your attention, being protective over you, sneaking over to his dorm, sarcastic nicknames, cooking for you, playing video games all night, messing with his hair.

jirou — listening to music, holding hands, teasing each other, her doing your makeup, being flustered around you, teaching you guitar, painting her nails, late night phone calls, wearing her band shirts, concert dates, dragging her out of bed, cuddling.

ochako — watching studio ghilbi movies, small pecks on the lips n cheek, giving her gifts, always checking up on you, being taller than her, study dates, best friends to lovers fr, her being flustered over everything, walking around the city at night.

toga — her doing your hair so you can match, deep n long talks on the roof, going to the convince store at 3am, gushing over how cute and pretty you are, being gentle around you, hugging you 24/7, patching her up after a fight, constantly reminding you how much she loves you.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x fem!reader #denki x reader #jirou x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #ochako x reader #jirou kyouka x reader #toga x reader #toga himiko x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #sero x reader #izuku x reader #midoryia x reader #deku x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #kaminari x reader

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hi could I request Keigo Takami, Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Shoto Todoroki , Kirishima Kabedon their GF please 💗

The reverse of my last post I see. Cute no matter what.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya, Bakugo Katsuki, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Dabi, Keigo Takami x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kabedon, teasing, neck kissing, biting, flirting, blushing, making out, slight possessiveness

A/N: MHA has been making a mess of me, what the hell man?!

Izuku is never rough or menacing with you, he's usually rather nervous. So it must be something serious to end up with you pinned against the wall by him, a deadly serious expression on his face. Not really because as soon as his face gets close to yours he loses his bravado and blushes deep pink, his head falling on your shoulder. He wanted to make you flustered for once but ended up mission it up. Cute, but he also succeeded, you were flustered, just better at hiding it.

It's not unusual for Bakugo to kabedon you. He does it very, very often, never getting tired of seeing you trip over your words whenever he does it. His smirk never leaves his face, but it's the softer kind the he gives everyone else. Teases you be getting really close to you, making you wait until he kisses you, his lips almost feel too hot on yours. Doesn't matter if anyone who passes by sees it, even better then, you get your daily dose of kisses, and he gets to tease you about it for the rest of the day.

The only time that he kabedoned you it was an accident on his part. He was trying to get you out of the way of a crowd and ended up pressing you against a wall, a little bit too close to you, his breath tickling you and making you squirm. When he pulled back he realized what he had done, resulting in both of you getting flustered and your faces getting hot, on fire actually for him. He manages to cool down and collect himself, giving you a kiss on the cheek and saying that he was glad that you're okay. He hasn't talked about the incident since.

Kirishima loves to tease you by pushing you into a kebedon. He will sometimes try to have a casual conversation like that, just trying to see how long you'd last like that before you bury your head in his chest. He'd pull you close, his arms wrapping around you as he starts laughing at how cute you are and how he never gets tired of the reactions you give him when he teases you like this. And it happens pretty often too, you should be used to it by now. Or not. Either works for him.

Dabi pulls the kabedon move on you when feels possessive over you. He knows better then anyone how beautiful you are, therefore he needs to let everyone know that they can't have you. They can look all the want, as he pins you against the wall, kisses your neck, pushes his leg between your legs and tries to make you weak in the knees just from these little touches. That should sent a very clear message to anyone thinking they have a chance with you.

Keigo is a huge flirt, he always winks at the camera when he's giving an interview because he knows you're watching. So of course he loves to kabedon you, get really close and watch as his words get to you, slowly making you crumble and form his affections. His eyes are slightly hooded when you arch into him when you're like that, he didn't have anything more then teasing planned, most of the time it just stays as teasing, but other time it can quickly become more.

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quitesins · 2 years

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Calling them bro after you start dating

Masterlist

Katsuki | Shouto | Izuku | Eijirou

Tags: SFW, but suggestive, Fem!Reader, Crack? Fluff, Comedy, kinda ooc, Characters are all aged up, Deku’s is a lot more suggestive. The tense on this is all over the place, I’ll fix once I have the brain power to do so

Bakugou Katsuki

Even before you were dating it sort of ticked him off- being called bro by you- so after you start dating, does it drive him MAD!

“Stop that shit.”

You’re too used to his huffy behaviour so you pay it no mind, just rolling your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He glares, albeit not harshly.

His stare lingers and you find yourself finally caving and asking what’s wrong. “Bro what?”

“That.” He points at you, looking dramatically offended. “Calling me bro? I’m your Boyfriend.”

The realisation that it’s being called ‘bro’ that had Bakugou acting all pouty, has you choking back a laugh.

“Katsuki, bro, is that it?” You sputter through the giggles.

“Oh fuck off [Name].” It isn’t angry sounding and he takes a seat by you, almost cuddling. “What if I started calling you extra, Hah?”

“You used to!” You poke him and he shoots you yet another glare. “‘Fucking extra, go out with me’ if I recall correct.”

Then he’s groaning and turning his head, sporting an evident blush. “I thought we agreed to not talk about that again.”

“What, I said yes didn’t I?” You go to cup his cheeks so he faces you. You then push yourself to his lap, seating yourself comfortably “And here I am, in your arms, 5 years later.” His frown had started to soften, but like the menace you are, you couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Bro.”

This time he rolls his eyes, smitten enough to let you tease. “You’re the fuckin’ worst, ya’ know that?” His words mean nothing with how gentle they leave him.

“I know.” You grin, pecking him on the lips. “But you love me anyways.”

He returns your kisses almost instinctively, then sighs out a soft. “Yeah… I do.”

“But actually stop calling me bro, next time I’ll kick your ass.”

“Kats’!! You’re so mean!!”

Todoroki Shouto

Thinks he’s in the bro zone.

Although he’s not unaware of the feelings of those around him by any means, he can be a little ignorant to nuances of speech, taking things too literally at times. So when you refer to him as bro, oh he assumes the worst.

To be fair it isn’t just on him, you’re just as bad calling your crush bro. What did you expect.

It takes multiple hurdles, an abundance of google searches along the lines of “Does my crush like me back?” or “How to tell if a woman is interested you.” Unbelievably useless advice from resident-playboy Denki, and a more than awkward conversation with his father, for Shouto to actually find himself in a relationship with you.

So when you call him bro even after you start dating, oh god is he even more confused.

“[Name], Do you see me as a brother figure?”

The question is out of the blue and you can only stutter out a “What?”

“You keep calling me bro, even ‘broski’ once.” He prompts.

You hadn’t even noticed that, and it’s a little embarrassing to finally realise; you very much have been calling your crush-now-boyfriend ‘bro’ for years.

“Oh god, it’s just habit.” You insist. “I don’t see you as a brother, no.��

He doesn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

When he does reply though, his words are a little stuttered. “You call- Katsuki and Izuku ‘bro’ too…”

You’re not sure why that matters until it clicks, he wants to be called something special.

“Would you like it if I called you something else, how about love? I think pretty suits you too.”

It’s not often you see Shouto flustered- confused maybe- but hardly bordering shy. Instead he’s one to be blunt and direct, sometimes even shameless. But now he sways, warm in the face, nodding his head and whispering out gently. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

It’s not even you that gets to him, it’s Bakugou.

Laughing about “She calls you bro?? You fuckin’ nerd, bro-zoned by your own girl!”

Izuku knows it’s just habit and you see him as your man, more than knows mind you.

But he’s never been immune to Bakugou’s torments so it does keep him on high alert, taking note of the multiple times you call him bro.

When you’re leaving the house, it’s a “See you bro.” When you return, it’s a damn kiss alongside “I’m back bro.” Even when you go to say those three special words, it’s somehow tainted by being followed by “bro.”

Izuku doesn’t get mad often, but it’s really starting to agitate him hearing you call for him so casually.

“Okay, no more.” He one day stands up without any warning. Practically stomps over and tackles you to the ground.

It’s a tumble of laughter but one look at Izuku and you know you’re fucked.

His eyes are dark, his expression stern. It’s a look you hardly see on him, being so doting all the time. But it’s one you certainly don’t mind.

“You’ve gone far enough.” His voice is deep, almost rough, you can feel it on your skin. “I think we should just remind you what I’m really called…”

Kirishima Eijirou

Doesn’t notice the difference. And it’s probably because he calls you bro.

Everyone is a bro to him, all his crushes growing up were bros [and he wonders why none of them worked out] even his own Mother is a bro.

However draws the line during sexy times.

He’s kissing your neck, clearly initiating a little time away from work, while you type away at your desk.

“Ah come on bro, not now.”

He quite animatedly deflates, literally sinking with a frown.

“You ruin my fun.” He speaks, pout on his face.

“Sorry Bro, just a lil’ more paragraphs and I’m all yours.” You turn and give him a quick peck.

“No- It’s not that- you just.” He really is a sweetheart who would never be upset by being turned down. “Stop calling me bro.”

“Oh.” You almost laugh. “But you do it all the time.”

“Not while kissing you!!” Kirishima insists.

“Broooo.” You let out a dramatic sigh, paired with a smirk that Kirishima catches on to. He frowns.

“That’s it. I’m banning the word.” Kirishima stands up, determined. “Neither of us can use it anymore.”

You raise an eyebrow in his direction, amused by his new found commitment. He takes no mind to your lack of belief and remains dead set on his new pledge.

Doesn’t last a day.

Gets a call from Bakugou and picks up with “What’s up bro.”

As if he already expects you to be there laughing at his mistake, he shoots his head round and makes direct eye contact with you.

“Told ya’ you couldn’t do it-” You both stare each other down, silently daring the other to say another word. You take on the dare with a brilliant grin. “Bro!”

This is a very me thing to call everyone bro/brother or broski… anyways, clearing out my drafts and found this, I don’t particularly like each part but it did make me laugh a lil so hey! Why not post lol.

#fanfic #x reader #fanfiction #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #Todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #Midoriya x reader #shoto x reader #mha headcanons #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines

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writingwhileblvck · 2 months

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Can you do one where Bakugou gets from work horny and he walks in on you fingering yourself?

Absolutely! I changed it up just a tiny bit, but nothing crazy, so I hope you enjoy!

Stress Reliever

Paring: Bakugou x Fem Reader

Both you and Katsuki knew, in being hero's you would both have to find time for each other. However, when you have shifts that contradict each other, that becomes a lot easier said than done. Especially lately, since there has seem to be a surge of new villains that was currently infesting the city. It was nothing that too difficult to handle but with Katsuki on night patrol, the extra work was keeping him away from you for longer than either of you would like.

Tonight you figured you get some work done instead of lounging around the house, but you were really missing your man. Every inch of your body was craving his touch. His hands on your things, his lips on your neck, just the thought made you dizzy. But you put it out of your mind so you could work. Or... At least you TRIED. You really did try to get your mind off of it, because you had so much paperwork to finish. But as you sat at your desk, the throb between your legs was becoming unbearable.

Ah. What the hell?

An aggravated sigh of defeat fell from your mouth as you leaned back in your chair. Katsuki was plaguing your mind, and in that moment all you wanted was his lips wrapped around your sensitive little clit. But in his absence you were the next best option.

Thank god you were home. You thought as you propped yourself on top of your desk. With your boyfriend's shirt already discarded on the floor, you laid back and ran your hands down your body, legs spreading instinctually as you slowly removed your soaked panties. Your fingers explored your wet folds, rubbing small circles on your clit and letting your mind wonder.

You imagine Katsuki sitting in your desk chair and eating you like a man starved. Sucking , slurping, and moaning into your hot cunt. Your rubbed faster, harder. You could practically feel his lips wrapped around your hardened nipples, as his fingers easily reached and abused that sweet spot.

You groaned in frustration, cause no matter how hard you tried, your finger would never be enough. So instead your reached into your desk drawer and pulled out your pink dildo. Using the big suction cup on the end, you attached it to the surface of the desk. You were already dripping, so you didn't even bother with the lube and just lowered yourself down.

You didn't give to fucks about the papers below you as you rode your pretty toy. They were already cover in the sticky juices and beyond saving. All you were worried about was cumming, and you bounced up and down like your life depended on it.

"Fuck Katsuki...."

The little toy didn't compare to his coke can of a dick and you knew it, but you were desperate. You reached back into the drawer and pulled out your rose shaped vibrator. Putting it on his highest setting you went to town on your poor clit.

And there you were, completely bare naked on top of your desk, fucking the shit out of yourself. You were so gone you didn't hear the front door open...

Katsuki dragged himself through the front door of your shared home absolutely exhausted. This overtime was killing him. Having to do these drive by meeting with you was killing him too. Not being able to hold you like he wants, kiss you like he wants, fuck you like he wants... Even now, all he wanted was his girlfriend's sweet thighs wrapped around his face-

He pause though when he heard a weird sound coming from down the hall. It was late so he just assumed you'd already gone to bed. But oh was he surprised when he found you in your office desperately fucking yourself.

He watched you from the crack in the door, not daring to interrupt this beautiful sight. The moans that fell from your mouth were sinful, and each cry of his name went straight to his dick.

Katsuki palmed himself through his uniform as he watched your ass bounce on that pathetic dildo. Smiling to himself because he knows that he'll have you squirting within minutes when he gets his hands on you.

Eventually, Katsuki abandons just palming himself for just straight up stroking his hard cock. He paces himself with you as your moans get louder and louder. He can hear the squelching of your juicy pussy from where he was, the sound alone almost made him bust. But he was able to hold it together a bit longer until he heard you scream his name and squirt all over your desk.

He tried his best to stay quite has his thick, hot ropes of cum decorate your office door, but he knew he failed when he saw you shoot up and look straight at the door. Pushing the door open, he revealed himself in all his glory.

To say your were embarrassed would be the understatement of the century, as you tried to scramble from on top of the desk. Katsuki's voice is what made you freeze though.

"Might as well stay right there babygirl. It's daddy's turn to fuck you stupid." He was looking at you at a hunter about to capture its prey, and you could feel yourself getting worked up again.

So you did as he said, and arched that pretty ass up high for him. Because who were you to deny daddy what he wanted?

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thepaperpanda · 7 months

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Warnings: smut, aged-up Bakugo (21+ yo), fem!Reader, daddy kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, choking, face slapping, dirty talk, degradation

Synopsis: Bakugo returns home, seething with anger. To his surprise, he notices that his rage seem to ignite a spark of desire within you

Author: @doumadono

A/N: Welcome to the second day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! I'm absolutely ecstatic to share this delightfully naughty piece of fiction with you, and I hope you find it thoroughly enjoyable! Today's prompt: overstimulation

💥Masterlist💥

From the early morning hours, you were glued to the TV screen as a massive battle unfolded in the city center involving a villain group. Each time the camera focused on Bakugo in the background, your boyfriend appeared not only frustrated and angry but seething with rage. It was evident that the cooperative action wasn't going as planned, and it was taking much more time than initially estimated.

The front door's lock emitted a beep as he pushed it open, his crimson eyes ablaze with dark fury. The door slammed shut behind him, the lock audibly clicking into place.

"Katsuki, I saw everything because…" The words faltered on your lips as he strode across the living room, his hand abruptly making contact with your cheek. A sharp sting spread across your skin, and a rush of desire coursed through you. His large hand effortlessly wrapped around your throat.

"What did you just call me?" His voice was nothing but a gravelly, almost a menacing growl, intensifying your shock and arousal. "You know better, fucking slut."

Oh, he was so exasperated.

“Sorry, daddy,” you squeaked out. Your soft whimper of desire elicited a wicked grin on Bakugo's face, and he pressed his lips firmly against yours. As your mouths met, a low, sensual moan escaped your lips, merging with his hungry kiss. His skilled tongue danced with yours, igniting a fiery passion between you. "I'll be good, I promise, daddy," you panted between gasps as he bit the soft flesh of your neck after breaking the passionate kiss. "I'll help you ease the anger, kay?"

"I know you fucking will," Bakugo growled, letting go of you as he swiftly took off his own shirt. "You're always a good little whore when daddy's angry," Bakugo taunted, a sly smirk crossing his face. "Now, strip for me."

You hurriedly shed your last pieces of clothing, slipping out of a snug pair of shorts and a tank top.

Bakugo's gaze bore into you, desire igniting his crimson irises, sending shivers of anticipation down your trembling fingers. As you stood there, completely exposed to him, his strong fingers returned to your head, gently guiding you over the edge of the couch. You pressed your face into the sheets, a faint blush of embarrassment warming your cheeks as the cool room air brushed against the dampness between your thighs that already managed to form.

"Well, well," Bakugo mused.

You detected a sly grin in his tone as his fingers lightly traced over the curve of your ass.

"Look at you, so aroused and eager. Does my anger really turn you on that much, dumbass? How pathetic. Aren't you a little, pathetic whore for daddy, hmm?"

All you could manage was a quivering gasp as he slid a broad finger along your drenched folds, teasing your sensitive clit. In an instant, his finger vanished, replaced by a sharp, stinging slap against your asscheek, eliciting a cry from your parted lips.

"Use your fucking words, you knucklehead. I asked you a fucking question."

"Yes, daddy," you moaned weakly as his hand struck your ass once more, the pleasurable sting sending shivers directly through your core. "You make me so wet, daddy…"

Bakugo chuckled, giving your ass a soothing caress before delivering another firm smack. "Tsch, you fucking whore. Did you think about my hard dick while watching me on TV, hmm? Are you such a dirty slut?" One of his hands slipped between your thighs and his calloused index finger rubbed fast circles over your clitoris.

"Yes, daddy!" Your voice quivered, ending with a small gasp as you heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle being undone while he was brushing his fingers against your vulnerable spot, making your thighs shiver.

“Oh fuck, princess," Bakugo emitted a low, primal growl as you sensed the mushroom tip of his rock-hard dick pressing against your slick entrance. “Just what daddy needs, fuck. You're so hot and wet, dumbass.” He slid inside you with ease, filling you immediately with his impressive, veiny length, each thrust threatening to split you in half. "You're nothing but a cumdump for daddy."

You were reduced to incoherent pleas beneath his rough assault; each buck of his hips driving him to penetrate you deeply, filling you immediately with his impressive, veiny length, each thrust threatening to split you in half. "Dear God, daddy! Oh! Ah!"

He wrapped your hair around his fist, jerking your head upwards as he thrust faster. "God, you're so fucking tight," Bakugo gasped, his words strained through clenched teeth. "Fuck. I can't believe your petite, little cunt can fit me so fucking well."

Your body clenched around his thick dick involuntarily as his words sent shivers down your spine. Fingers gripped the couch cushion desperately, seeking stability amidst the intensity of his rough pace. “Daddy…" You moaned weakly, the tightness in your core growing. Your slick walls quivered around him, eliciting a bestial groan as his hand moved from your scalp to your neck and pulled you flush against him. "Fuck, please!" Your voice was a keening mewl as you scratched weakly at his strong arms, your orgasm on the brink, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

He chuckled lowly in your ear as his other hand snaked around you, two large fingers pressing firmly and massaging your swollen clit. "Yes," he moaned, "Come for daddy like a good little whore. Soak daddy's cock, princess. Show me what you've got."

As though waiting for Bakugo's permission, you surrendered with a shuddering cry. "Daddy!!!"

He continued to work you through the sensation, slamming his thick dick into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as his fingers played your clit expertly like an instrument.

You panted and moaned loudly for him, already feeling yourself approach your second orgasm quickly as he squeezed your throat softly.

“That’s daddy’s good little slut,” he growled in your ear, nibbling your earlobe as his thrusts increased furiously as you came again, soaking his hand, your pussy clenching around his cock convulsively. "My little, horny bitch in heat."

Once the high began to ebb, you whined softly, wiggling your hip, trying to free your clit from the overwhelming feeling of his calloused fingers pressed there.

“Tsch, slut," the smirk in Bakugo's voice was evident as he continued pounding inside you. “Daddy’s not at all done with you yet.”

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