you’re straddling his lap on the couch, kissing him slow and messy. your fingers are tangled in his hair and his hands under your shirt. you’ve been making out for like twenty minutes now—he’s flushed, his cock is already hard in his sweats.

then he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts.

“these gotta go, baby” he mutters, voice gruff and warm against your jaw, and you nod, lifting your hips to let him slide them off.

and then he freezes.

his grip stills. his breathing stops.

and then—

“…what the fuck are you wearin’?”

your heart drops.

“what?” you blink, panicking slightly.

he shifts, stares straight down between your legs. you peek down and your heart sinks.

your orange panties with little embroidered explosions all over them. the ones with ‘DYNAMIGHT’ printed on the waistband.

you forgot.

you completely forgot you were wearing those.

“katsuki—” you start, but your voice is weak and trembling. “i—it’s not—i didn’t mean—”

he raises an eyebrow and smirks.

“you didn’t mean to wear my fuckin’ hero merch on your pussy?”

you bury your face into his shoulder with a broken little whine.

“oh my god—don't say it like that!”

he laughs.

it’s not even mean or mocking, he’s genuinely losing it over how cute you are. he’s already easing you back, peppering kisses across your cheeks and nose.

“you little nerd” he groans, practically grinning. “you wore dynamight panties for me? baby, are you tryin’ to kill me?”

“stopppp” you whimper and squirm, but you’re giggling now too, all pink and overwhelmed.

“no, no, don’t even try to hide” he’s fully obsessed now, his hand between your thighs, cupping you softly over the fabric. “you’re the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. you love me that much, huh?”

“of course i do” you whisper, eyes glossy. “you’re my boyfriend…”

his eyes soften instantly. 

he’s literally short-circuiting. you’re so sweet and devoted. you love him so much you’re out here wearing his name on your panties, and it’s not even to be funny or silly—you're just genuinely proud of him and in love.

“get on the bed” he murmurs, voice low and rough now. “right now.”

“katsuki—”

“nope. you’re not wearing these for no reason.” he’s kissing down your neck now, hands sliding your panties back down slowly. “gonna eat you out so good in them. gonna fuck you with those cute little dynamight panties still on, feel ‘em clingin’ to my cock while i ruin you."

“you’re so—oh my god—”

“shh, don’t go shy now baby. you love your hero, don’t you? you want dynamight to fuck you good?” he coos.

you whine and nod your head.

"then let him make you feel good"

you barely hit the bed before bakugo is on his knees in front of you.

he grabs your legs and yanks you to the edge like he owns you, eyes already locked on the way your soaked little panties cling to your core.

“jesus” he mutters, voice already rough. “you this wet from wearing my hero merch? wearing my name got you gushin’, huh?”

you try to close your legs, bashful and overwhelmed, but his palms are firm, keeping you wide open.

“nuh-uh” he growls, eyes dark and wild. “you put these on and thought you were getting away without me devouring this pussy?”

and then, he’s there. mouth hot and wet through the fabric, tongue dragging across the soft drenched cotton just to tease you. the slick feeling of it makes your whole body jolt and thighs tremble in his grip.

you whimper. “katsuki—”

“shut up” he cuts you off. “lemme feast.”

before you can even respond and call him an asshole, he shoves the fabric to the side with two fingers and dives in, tongue flat and heavy against your dripping cunt. the first drag of it has you crying, which ultimately does nothing but fuel him. he just moans right into you and starts slurping loud like he’s starving.

he pants and pulls back to mutter a quick “so wet”, and before you know it, he’s on you licking again. noisy, messy, and fucking feral. “fuck, baby you taste so fucking good”. his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard until your thighs start trembling uncontrollably and a cry rips from your throat.

he keeps sucking even harder.

sloppy, obscene sounds fill the room—his tongue working in tight circles, his mouth latching on with desperation like he’s never tasted anything better. he even works two thick fingers into you while he’s devouring your clit.

“taste like fuckin’ candy” he groans, lips dragging off your clit with a lewd pop. “poor baby, look at you.”

you’re a mess, sobbing and begging for more all at once, thighs shaking around his head.

“more katsuki, please” you whine at the sudden loss of pleasure.

“i’ve got you baby, i’m gonna make the ache all better” he coos, mouth already back on you. he keeps eating, even through your orgasm. keeps sucking on your clit until your back arches and your moans start to become all broken. until you’re crying again, begging him to stop, but also begging him not to.

finally, he decides to have mercy on your poor overstimulated cunt.

“you taste so good with my name sitting pretty on your pussy”

you nod, whimpering with tears clinging to your lashes.

“that’s my girl” he whispers sweetly while pressing a soft kiss to your thigh. “now gimme another one.”

you don’t even have time to gasp before he’s shoving his sweats down just enough and gripping the base of his painfully red and throbbing cock.

“katsuki—!”

but he’s already pressing in.

just the tip at first, sliding through your slick folds and right into where you’re sensitive and trembling. your hands reach up blindly, desperate for him. when your fingers curl around the back of his neck, you tug him down into you, clinging tight like you need his whole body on top of you to breathe.

he groans at the way you hold him, melting into the way your arms wrap around his shoulders like a hug. like you need him so bad you have to be this close.

“fuck, baby” he breathes, nose brushing your cheek. “you’re killin’ me” he whimpers but would never admit. he pulls out for just a second, dragging his cock up and down your slit, teasing your clit with the thick head until you jolt and whine, before thrusting it back in with full force.

“you made a mess all over my face, now you’re makin’ a mess all over my cock. you’re a dirty girl”

you nod weakly, eyes fluttery and dazed. “p-please…”

“yeah baby, you want it?” he grins, all feral. “then take it.”

you whine and he keeps thrusting into you slow and deep. he’s so thick and pulsing and throbbing inside of you. the slide in and out is so easy—your cunt even makes the filthiest little squelch when he bottoms out.

“fuuuckk” he groans, grabbing under your thighs to tilt your hips just right. “you hear that, princess? you hear how bad your little pussy needed me?”

your mouth falls open in a breathless sob, tears beading at the corners of your lashes. you’re still sensitive and overstimmed, but his cock feels too good. it’s so warm and deep, filling you perfectly.

“takin’ me so good” he pants. “you’re always so good for me. love you much” his hips snap forward even deeper and you cry out in overwhelming pleasure.

“katsuki—ahh, too much—!”

“shhh, it’s okay baby, breathe. you’re being such a good girl. you’re taking me so well, making me so proud. gimme one more baby, you can do it” he soothes, voice sounding like honey as he talks you through it.

he’s so lost in you.

he can’t stop thinking about his name on your panties. or the way his precum glistens on your thighs. the way your nails are digging into his shoulders and your eyes all glossy and pretty just for him. and most of all, the way your pussy is squeezing around him like it’s trying to milk him of every last drop.

“love you so much” he groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “so fuckin’ much. makin’ me crazy, princess—wearin’ my name like that—fuck—i’m gonna lose it—”

he’s babbling, and you’re nodding, moaning, crying, and gripping his arms like a lifeline.

“cum with me. now. be my good girl, fuck, please, baby—i need it, need to feel you cum with me,” he begs in a needy, high pitched tone, voice cracking as he fucks you harder, like he’s right on the edge of falling apart.

and you do. you both do.

your sob shatters into a broken moan, your body seizing under him as you cum hard, clenching around him. the second he feels it, he breaks.

a soft, broken whimper breaks out of his mouth as his hips stutter and press deeper than before if that’s even possible, and he spills inside you with a cry, mouth falling open against your neck like he’s losing his mind.

“ohh fuck, baby—fuckfuckfuck—” he whimpers through it, holding you close like he’ll die without you.

and when it’s over, and the waves of pleasure ease through and your bodies go all shaky and warm, he still doesn’t let go. he just falls forward, face down right into your chest and arms wrapped so tightly around your waist.

you giggle, barely able to catch your breath. “katsu…” you whisper, breathy and sweet, your fingers brushing through his hair. “you’re squishing me”

“don’t care” he mumbles and smiles all dopey as he nuzzles his face into your chest. “mine.”

he leans back just enough to look at you—and god, is he whipped.

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect” he says dramatically, plopping his face back down onto you. “how’re you real?”

you giggle again, shy now. “you’re just sayin’ that 'cause i let you wreck me.”

“no” he murmurs, kissing your cheek and nose. “sayin’ it 'cause it’s true. and 'cause i love you.”

your heart flips, and you can’t help but hide your face in his chest, giggling like it’s the first time he’s ever said it—even though he says it all the time.

“i love you too” you whisper, and he just holds you tighter.

“who would’ve thought my hero merch would get me such good sex?”