#mha: beyablade!

[dyeher]

Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.

“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.

He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.

Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.

“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”

Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”

Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.

“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”

You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.

You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.

[dyeher]

flowers as our witness| mha

Includes: kastuki bakugo x fem! reader Warnings: unprotected sex, public sex, praise, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, praise, soft sex. Summary: first time sex with katsuki bakugo and you’re not sure if he’s being gentle for you or himself. Notes: inspired by Howl’s moving castle theme ‘merry go round of life’ by the god mc.

Katsuki makes love to you for the first time on a feather soft blanket under an orange splattered canvas of a sky. There are pinks and purples in the background and the blue skies have darkened with the receding light. Half of the sun has already disappeared into the horizon and the evening warmth is being chased by the gentlest of breeze.

It’s a slow, sloppy affair.

Katsuki devours your mouth in a mind melting kiss that turns your legs to jelly. You don’t know how he does it but as he guides you to your back on the blanket he manages to shove the remnants of your picnic off.

He consumes you; his kiss is a branding, a claiming, a fierce reminder that you are his. And as he settles between your thighs and parts his lips for your eager tongue it’s also a reminder that he is yours. With every grunt and moan and breathy sound you draw from him you’re reminded—in the recess of your mind—that you are his equal and this—your relationship—is a precarious balance of wills.

When he eases himself to his elbow so you’re pressed chest to chest, and there is so little space between your bodies that even your breaths mingle when you pull away, he smiles at you. If everything in the world were perfect then Katsuki Bakugou smiling probably wouldn’t be such a monumental event to you but, it is and you’re struck dumb—dumber actually because you’ve already been dumbed down to your baser instincts, reduced to a walking libido by one kiss—by how beautiful he is.

The waning sun casts his blonde hair in a golden halo that frames desire softened features. Even with his rough edges he’s beautiful but with the edge gone and his body at ease—a Katsuki only few have the pleasure of knowing—his beauty is almost painful. Eyes that have darkened to madder scan your face and lips—kiss swollen and soft—part enough to flash you his teeth in another, shorter smile.

If everything in the world were as breathtaking as Katsuki Bakugou’s smile, maybe there would be world peace. Alas, his smile is just as rare as world peace and when he gifts you with the bright, lopsided grin your heart does something scarily close to a backflip.

Your eyes shut as he peppers kisses across your cheekbones, soft and fleeting like the breeze. He ducks to your neck and rains those kisses along your collarbone and then lifts his head enough to press one on the top of your nose.

“You look beautiful in this light,” he mentions, almost offhandedly like it’s expected. “You look beautiful in every light,” he continues, not an ounce of surprise in his tone. Only reverence, only satisfaction, like he knew it was possible and now that it’s confirmed he’s glad he didn’t doubt himself.

His kisses get firmer. The fingers of one hand slipping between the strap of your dress and your shoulder and tugging it from your body. His lips follow the line of your shoulder to where the strap hangs loosely at your elbow before he moves his mouth to the breast he’s just exposed. He hums around the peaked bud, shifting when you prop yourself up on your elbows to admire him. His eyes are closed as he relaxes the weight of his body against you and tugs your other breast free of the dress. Warm fingers massage your nipple lazily, rolling it along the calluses on his thumb and forefinger. Your back arches, shoving your breast deeper into his mouth.

Your head falls back a grateful gasp leaving you as he switches his mouth to award your other breast the same attention. His name is a quiet plea on your lips as he pulls himself onto his knees to free himself of his shirt. You don’t have long to admire the hard planes of his abs or even the defined cut of his broad shoulders before he’s slipping further down on the blankets to bend your knees how he likes. And then he’s kissing the inside of one knee that he keeps in his hold before guiding that leg over his shoulder and turning to the other knee. By the time he’s reached the apex of your thighs you’re shaking in anticipation. 

“Is this alright?” he asks, fingers running along the clothed pussy. “Can I touch you here?”

You nod mutely, and gasp when he kisses at the dampened material before hooking his fingers in the waistband and tugging on them. You lift your hips immediately, wiggling them as he drags them down your thighs. He leaves them tangled around your ankles, tangled in your shoes. 

The first slide of his tongue through your folds has your eyes widening and your lips parting in surprise at the arousal that explodes in your stomach. Goosebumps erupt along your arms, pebbling your nipples further in the cool afternoon air. He does it again and you’re sure your heart constricts. For a moment your scattered brain cells band together long enough that you wonder if you’re having a stroke. But then he wraps his lips around your clit and hums and all thoughts of medical issues go up in smoke as all your nerve endings fire. 

Katsuki eats your pussy like it’s a delicacy. Humming his approval with every gush of your slick he draws out of you. Lapping at your folds like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Grinding his hips into the blanket under him as though just having you spread like this for his tongue makes him hard enough that he can’t bear it.

When you cum it’s with your fingers tangled in his hair as you drag him as close to you as you can manage. You think, as your body sags into the blanket that he’s done but even as he climbs your body, kissing your thighs and stomach and chest and stopping to suck each nipple into your mouth his fingers skim the inside of your thighs until they’re bumping into your sensitive clit.

He kisses you softly as he drags his fingers along your slit. You try to squirm away.

“Behave,” he growls into your mouth and you still, something about his tone has your pussy clenching embarrassingly. Your heart thuds when he makes a lazy loop of his fingers around your clit. “Good girl,” he coos, voice rough. Suddenly your mind has spiraled into a place of being called a good girl and told to behave and begging Katsuki for your orgasms or to touch you, begging him to make you feel good. 

You moan when he slips two fingers into you, distracting you from this new place he’s unlocked. Coaxing your walls apart with each experimental twist and curve of his them along your walls. Until he brushes against your g spot. You kiss him harder, hands wrapping around his shoulders as you buck into his hand. He chuckles at your frantic actions, one hand wrapped around your waist as his other hand works the spot inside of you.

You mewl when he pulls back to kiss the side of your forehead. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” he instructs near your ear. “Go on,” he urges. “Make a mess.”

And you do, gushing onto his fingers, embarrassing whimpers leave you. In your post orgasm haze you can barely help him as he rids you of your dress and untangles your legs from your panties so he can pull your shoes off. They’re discarded along with his own clothes somewhere and then he’s kissing you again.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Soft kisses litter your brow. You jolt as the head of his cock nudges your clit. You glance down between your bodies, gulping at the heavy cock bobbing between his legs. The head is flushed an angry shade of red as it leaks down the shaft. Thick and long and perfect and the biggest cock that you have ever had anywhere near your poor pussy. You huff in annoyance when your hips lift to press your entrance against him and he pulls out of reach. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please, please-” 

You’re interrupted by his lips as he wraps you in his arms until not even oxygen particles can fit between your bodies and kisses you until black dots swim in your vision.

When he squeezes the head of his cock into your pussy your consciousness splinters into a million tiny pieces. They scatter across the meadow with the sounds of your high moans, your whimpered ‘yes’ on repeat as he thrusts. Deep and slow, each stroke drags his cock along a part of your body that has you seeing stars. Or maybe it’s the fact that the sun has set and the moon is just high enough that it illuminates the length of Katsuki’s back as he folds his big body over you. Or perhaps those are the actual stars above you.

“Fuck,” Katsuki rasps. His voice thick with the struggle of keeping his thrusts controlled. “So, fucking tight.” The words are muffled into your neck, breathed against your skin. You can barely respond as the control slips enough for his pace to quicken. The sudden slapping of his thighs against your ass chokes you. Leaves you breathless and giddy and now you’re positive that these stars are definitely in the sky above you because you feel as tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

“Love you so much,” Katsuki slurs. His words follow a particularly artful roll of his hips that grinds his pelvis into your sensitive clit. They send you catapulting over the edge. Your orgasm surprises you both, forcing Katsuki’s thrusts to a crawl as he fucks you through it. He pulls back enough to readjust you. Guiding your thighs up and back and propping your legs on his shoulders.

“Oh- Kats-” your words cut abruptly when he folds himself back into position and kisses you. A frantic, messy kiss. He sucks your tongue into his mouth as his hips hammer into yours. This position has him reaching deep enough that you can feel the light bumping of the head of his cock against the entrance to your cervix. His thrusts are sloppy now, he chases orgasm with abandon and you watch, enraptured, lost enough to your own pleasure that you pay it no mind, as his eyes close, his lips part on every groan, every curse of your name as your pussy squeezes him.

“I’m gonna-” he groans, dropping his weight onto your legs entirely and squashing you closer to him, “-cum.” 

“Cum for me,” you slur. “Cum- please Kat- yes, yes, thank you-” your words devolve into a mindless babble as he cums in you. His forehead falling to yours, his muscles trembling under your fingers. He gives a few weak thrusts before he stills and then his muscles go lax.

Much later after he licks your pussy clean and marvels at how pretty you look leaking his cum, he helps you redress but stuffs your panties into the picnic basket. He tells you it’s a souvenir. Something to remind him of this night. You rest with your back against his chest as your sunset picnic turns into a stargazing date with a bottle of criminally expensive wine and grapes that he feeds you while he points out as many constellations that he can recognize. 

“Thank you,” you whisper into the night while he helps you back everything away. 

He pauses, squints at your soft smile and the way you nervously fidget with the hem of your dress. “You’re welcome,” he grunts.

“We should do this again,” you continue.

Katsuki chuckles, “The sex or sneaking onto private property?”

You frown. “Both.”

He picks up the basket and reaches for you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his body. “Sure, sweetheart. Anything you want.”

He gives you a searing kiss before he drags you after him. The flowers sway with your movements and you try your hardest not to step on any of them, not even the ones that are wilting. They’re beautiful even dying and you owe them your respect because they’ve just seen you ass naked, it’s the least you can do after potentially traumatizing them.

author's note: hello, soft katsuki with a side of fries.