“ DOLLY ? ”

❤︎ᰯ mean dom¡ teacher izuku midoriya x fem¡sub reader.

۪۟ ˖͢🗯 ⃟ cw/tw : mdni. smut. cunnilingus 👅, dirty talking, use of the word clit. degradation if u squint + praise, fingering. not proofread

synopsis : teacher izuku loves to mutter things he sees while he is eating you out, after all he has always been a observant guy ;)

Teacher izuku midoriya who mutters random things your body does while he is eating you out, he is so attentive, so attentive that it scares you sometimes.

he learnt exactly when you squeeze his head between your thighs harder. when you shudder and writhe under him, exactly when it gets so overwhelming for you that you try to push him off and squirm away from his mouth.

“Princess do you know you roll your eyes when i flatten my tongue against your clit”

“izuku s-stop saying embarrassi– fuck”

“sorry mm..yes pretty?” he is back lapping at your cunt like a starved man before you can respond and he knows you cannot form a coherent word right now.

his curls are sticking to his forehead and his shoulder shake a little but his eyes stay fixed on you, studying you like a difficult hero work.

Izuku chuckled against your slick folds when he sees you squeezing you eyes shut, ahh– he is so familiar with you. he is having so much fun.

he continued to lick and suck at your clit, the vibrations of his laughter sending delicious shivers through you. “you're so responsive, princess. I love watching you fall apart for me”

He slid two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot deep within. His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit as he pumped his rough fingers in and out. sometimes you feel like your walls could feel the callouses of his hand inside you. like they remember every patch of rough skin.

Izuku groaned in approval when he felt your thigh pressing against his head. he buried his face again between your thighs, inhaling you the way your wetness smelt.

“God, you smell amazing– can't get enough of this sweet cunt.”

He removed his finger, pausing before he licked a slow stripe up your slit before focusing on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth.

“Your little clit is so swollen and hard for me. It's like it's begging for my tongue”

you whimper at his words, he is so evil— who would think the sweet and upright teacher is so vile in bed. And he knows it, he knows how his words gets you. He is a menace after all, he smirks every time you shudder at his filthy words. knowing exactly how to push your buttons. He loved reducing you to a quivering mess with just his mouth and fingers.

“it throbs whenever i leave it unattended like this” izuku removes his tongue from your bud, instead he uses two of his fingers to spread your folds and observe it under his eyes.

ah, there it was– another throb. god, he is trying to hide a smile, trying to maintain the sweet image. but you both know how much he loves to mess around with you like this.

you whine, trying to thrash your leg against him. “izuku– stop being mean– need you tongue please”

“Mmm... I love it when you whine for me like that, nothing in your pretty little head– just all desperate” he mocks in condescending tone, he pushes back two of his fingers inside as your body jolts up.

and he really loves you, dont you get it? or why else would he lick up and down your folds again, why else would he suck on your little clit again.

“Such a good girl taking my tongue so well.”

He curled his fingers inside you, rubbing that special spot as he sucked hard on your clit.

“bet no one else has ever made this pretty cunt feel this good– Only me right baby”

teacher izuku is a mean mean guy who uses his attentiveness against you.

✦ katsuki and his shy girl ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

katsuki with a shy girl who only lets him eat her out if he has a blanket over his head...

he tried to do it a couple times before, only to be met with your thighs clenched around his head and your face stuffed in a pillow — pulling him up by the collar of his shirt as you ignore the ache between your thighs and mutter that he "doesn't have to do that"

and katsuki knows what he can do, prides himself on knowing how to eat pussy, how to make his girl feel good — and he's determined to get to the bottom of this.

so, the next time he's kissing down the valley of your cleavage and feels his hair being tugged as he reaches for your waistband, he decides enough is enough.

"why won't you let me do this"

your hands loosen their grip in his hair, "katsuki—"

"please, you're killing me here" he mutters, bringing one of your hands towards his lips as he kisses your palm, "just wanna make you feel good"

it's clear he wasn't taking your excuses this time, especially when he can see your slick soaking the thin fabric of your panties when his mouth gets just a little too close.

so, you give him an ultimatum...

and katsuki's mouth is ruthless, as if he's been depraved from something so divine all his life — because he has. his head bobbing under the sheets as he listens to your stifled moans. he comes up for air between licks, forehead dewy and hair stuck to his face as he watches you with glossy eyes.

and katsuki never complains, cause if this is the only way to have you as loud as he wants you to be — he'll choose that damn blanket every time.

© — tokkushin : all rights reserved. all works belong to me .ᐟ pls do not repost/copy, or feed into ai.

a/n: do we fuck with the blurbs horndogs? i like writing them when i feel like i have an idea that doesn't need a whole fic 🤔 also then i can provide for your freakiness a little faster ykyk -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋

summary: katsuki had a wet dream about you — and now he can’t get the image out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. and when you find out? you’re sure as hell not making it easy for him.

warnings: best friend!katsuki, best friend!reader, reader is shameless, reader is down BAD, teasing, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, wet dream, smut, blowjob, gagging, spit, dom!katsuki, bratty!sub!reader, degradation, “this is a bad idea” typa fic, MDNI;

wc: 2,3k

Katsuki Bakugou has a best friend problem.

And it isn’t the kind of problem that can be solved by just talking about it, like normal friends do.

No. This is pretty difficult to solve.

Why?

One, because Katsuki doesn’t even talk about feelings or problems most of the time. He just bottles them up until something new appears and then forgets about whatever bothered him before.

And two, he definitely won’t talk about how a wet dream with his best friend made him feel.

Yeah. A wet dream.

He hasn’t had one of those since he was a fucking teenager, and it makes him feel so stupid. He is a grown man, for God’s sake. An established pro-hero. A respected one. And more recently?

A fucking loser.

A loser who now struggles to even meet your eyes while you’re having a simple conversation, because every time he does, he remembers how you looked in his dream — naked and sweaty and so fucking eager to suck him off.

he honestly wasn’t even sure if he COULD eat you out really. he was afraid that he would do it completely wrong or even hurt you, but when you laid in front of him with your bare pussy, glistening with slick, a switch flipped.

“are you this…wet because of me?” staring at your cunt. you honestly felt slightly embarrassed, trying to close your legs as you gave him a shy nod but he wasn’t gonna let that happen. his hands gripped your inner thighs, pushing your legs apart so he could have an even closer look. he was salivating. “may i…please?” he begged looking oh so desperate and as soon as you gave him the green light it was over.

his mouth hooked onto you within seconds, immediately moaning at the taste of your pussy. god this was better than he ever imagined, he really wasn’t even thinking about if it felt good to you or not, he was addicted to the taste of you. sticking his tongue in and out of your weeping hole to feel how warm you were inside, giving delicate licks to your clit, noticing the way your body reacted each time.

he was not only addicted to the taste of you, but the way you sounded? had him wishing he could listen to this on repeat daily. your moans were so soft, and bless you, trying to keep them quiet by biting your lip so hard he thought they would bleed. he glanced up to see the way your eyes rolled back every time he sucked on your clit and the way your moans got louder as well.

he hadn’t even noticed the precum leaking from his tip, or the way he was grinding so vigorously on the mattress until he felt your hands digging into his green locks, forcing his head to stay right where it was while slightly grinding on his face. “o-oh please don’t stop, i’m gonna f-fuck im gonna cum.” your legs begin to lock around his face as you ride out your orgasm on his tongue, feeling him licking frantically to not miss a single drop. he’s still humping the mattress as you come down from your high, letting go of his hair.

you lift his face up, noticing your finish all over the bottom half of his face. his cheeks are red and he’s panting hard. “that was so f-fucking hot” he says, barely able to get it before he starts moaning, cumming in his own pants in front of you. his eyes rolling back as his body convulsed from the intensity of the sudden orgasm, his hands still gripping tightly on your thighs as he comes down from his own high. “s-shit… i uh didn’t mean to do that” he laughs awkwardly, becoming even more red than he already was, looking away to avoid eye contact.

you grab his face and kiss him. “i can help you clean that up.”

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

beefy!bakugo who …

cw: 18+, nsfw / suggestive, playful dominance, manhandling, strength kink, size kink, body worship, mating press, choking, perv!fem!reader, beefy!bakugo, established relationship

synopsis: just a collection of scenarios about beefy!bakugo

a/n 💬: salutations & thanks for the sparkles ml ^^ YES, we do love a beefy man <333

beefy!bakugo who lets you “spot” him at the gym even though he absolutely does not need the help. you stand way too close behind him, admiring while he benches, hands hovering near the bar like you’re actually doing something useful, but really you’re just staring at the way his chest tightens every time he pushes up. your fingers brush under his pecs “accidentally” and he grunts, jaw tightening. “focus,” he warns. “i am,” you reply, very obviously not. when he racks the weight, he sits up and looks at you dead in the eye. “you’re supposed to help if i struggle.” you tilt your head innocently. “you’ve never struggled a day in your life.” he smirks and says, “damn right.” flexing anyway.

beefy!bakugo who manhandles you in the most casual, unfair way possible. you’ll be mid-argument about something stupid and try to storm off, only for him to grab you by the waist and lift you clean off the ground as if you weigh absolutely nothing. “katsuki— put me down.” “nah.” he throws you over his shoulder with one arm locked around the back of your thighs, smacks your leg once when you squirm, then sets you down on the counter instead of the floor. his hands stay on your hips longer than necessary and you hate that you get easily turned on every time he does it. most of the time, you start half the fights just to see if he’ll do it again.

beefy!bakugo who lets you gnaw on his biceps because he knows you can’t act normal about them. after workouts, when his tank top clings to everything and his arms look even bigger, you climb into his lap and grab his arm with both hands. you squeeze, you press your cheek to it, you drag your fingers along the vein running down his forearm as if you’re tracing art. “wouldya stop lookin’ at it like that,” he mutters. “like whaaat?” you ask, already leaning down to press your mouth to his bicep. your teeth graze just enough to make him tense. he hisses softly. “what the hell—” “so yummy,” you mumble against him. he groans and flexes on purpose and you actually moan. you’re not subtle, at all.

beefy!bakugo who pins you during play fights and absolutely knows what he’s doing. it starts stupid— you shove him, he shoves back— and suddenly you’re on the couch with your wrists trapped above your head in one hand as you’re yelling “i hate you.”his forearm flexes beside your face, veins visible, barely any effort used to keep you still. “say it again,” he dares. you squirm, not very convincingly. he leans closer, weight settling between your thighs just enough to make your breath stutter. “thought so, you’re weak.” he mutters when you go quiet finally.

beefy!bakugo who pretends he’s annoyed by how obsessed you are with his frame, but secretly lives for it. every time you sit on his lap just to feel how solid he is, every time you randomly grab his arm in public and squeeze, every time you whisper “you’re sooo strong.” he rolls his eyes and calls you a freak, telling you to act normal. but his chest puffs up anyway, his arms flex every single time, and when you stare at him like he’s your favorite meal with a soft smile on your face? he just finds himself smirking.

beefy!bakugo who loves mating pressing with you. he pins you beneath him, his muscular, beefy body heavy against you, pressing you deep into the mattress. you push against his shoulders, testing his strength, nails dragging over muscle as you moan, but he doesn't budge. not even a bit. "you're not movin' me," he states matter of factly, lowering his weight further until the air leaves your lungs in a shaky breath. one thick arm snakes around your back, locking you flush against him, while the other circles your neck loosely, his bicep brushing your cheek in a lazy mock chokehold. "tap out," he murmurs roughly in your ear as he grunts. but you don't, instead, your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, begging for more of him, his weight as he keeps you exactly where he wants you. “fuck, no—“ you choke out and he grins, feeling every little movement you make. the shifts, the involuntary tilts of your tiny hips as he rocks against you, grinding his hard dick along your sensitive folds. his grip tightens, reminding you who's stronger as you shamelessly squirm for more beneath him. "ah-ah, nowhere to go, stay still.” he says quietly, pressing his forehead to yours. and the way your legs wrap around him, clinging to him like you'd lose your mind if he decided to pull out at any moment? yeah, he knows exactly what he's doing. knows how to make you feel small, helpless, at his mercy— and fuck, it's so hot.

♱ #ANGEL: katsuki bakugo is dead. and alone in the void he figures is the afterlife. however he isn't alone for much longer when a familiar face appears . . . ♱ #CHARACTERS: k.bakugo x reader

Dark.

It was dark.

And cold.

Katsuki was alone.

He didn't remember much.

He was fighting Shigaraki, yes that's right. He was fighting Shigaraki, buying Deku some time. He was in so much pain. But it didn't matter. That never mattered.

Not when there was so much on the line.

He needed to get back out there. He had to keep fighting. Where in the world was he- he had to get back-

He-

"Oh stop struggling idiot. You're okay. You're safe here."

"Katsuki...baby, I'm on the toilet."

Like a stubborn guard dog, he just stands there — spiky blond strands peeking through the somewhat open door. "So did ya want sugar or honey in your cereal?"

"What I want," Your sigh bounces off the bathroom walls. "Is to pee in peace."

He blinks slowly, like you've picked the wrong dialogue option.

And yeah — he’s not moving until you pick one.

The correct one.

You scoff through playful annoyance. "I'll take brown sugar today."

"Got it." He replies and swiftly shuts the door on the way out.

Yet his footsteps don't fade away, and you’re only able to savour a moment before a knock echoes through.

"Yes?"

You’ve only been gone a few minutes. But he's acting like the world is ending, and now is the only time he has to confirm your breakfast requests.

He swears it's because 'everything has to be perfect' by the time you come out.

But you're more than aware that he just doesn’t like the prolonged silence — especially when it’s shaped like you not being there.

"You want our usual bowls or the new ones?" he asks.

It's adorable. The big and scary Lord Explosion Murderer God Dynamight reduced to hovering in the doorway like an NPC waiting for the next prompt. "The new ones, Kats."

With that, his shadow finally dips away — footsteps receding. But you don't stop giggling to yourself.

You come out to cereal poured, milk measured, spoon placed just so.

He pretends that it's nothing.

But somehow, everything is always perfect when you’re around.

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part6

Katsuki who loves it when you walk around naked. It doesn’t even matter if you’re not fully naked, even if you’re still in your underwear it turns him on just as much. And he does it too. The two of you, fully nude in your house. 

Katsuki who sends you fan edits and thirst traps of you. More specifically the ones he keeps circling back to. So of course you do it right back showing him the ones you’re obsessed with and it’s just a huge ego boost for him. If you’re in the room with him he’ll just pass you his phone, not saying a word. And you love it just as much.

Katsuki who pretends he hates it when you slap his ass back. He definitely doesn’t hate it. If anything it turns him on. Not that he’ll say it but you notice. You see the blood flowing towards his dick. 

Katsuki who loves making sex tapes.He loves watching it all back. It’s definitely his go to jerk off material. Of course you know about it, you’d even been the one to bring it up originally. So he sends them to you every time you make a new one. Most of the time they’re used when either of you are alone, but you two have watched them together on a few occasions, and it always ends with you bent over.

Katsuki who just lays there in the morning. He’s awake with his eyes closed. He knows you’re awake. He’ll slowly pull you towards him in a spooning position, and he’ll move your hips to grind against him until you begin to do it on your own. Eventually he’ll move to slip it in and you’ll usually end up in the prone bone position. 10/10 morning. Especially if you two have nowhere to be that day. 

Katsuki who loves taking his time with you. Before you two got together he had to scrounge for scraps. Taking whatever he could get. So now that he has you, he enjoys playing the long game. Teasing you. He loves hearing you beg for more. And if he’s feeling mean or he’s got a busy day ahead of him he won’t have sex with you until later. Working both of you up all damn day. But the payoff at the end is amazing. 

Katsuki who gets so damn hard when he sees you wearing his clothes. It literally doesn’t matter what you’re wearing as long as it’s his. He’s hard. But if you’re wearing his underwear, or even just a hoodie with nothing on underneath, he’s so fucking hard. Literally has a wet spot forming in his own underwear. 

Katsuki who’s on twitter taunting men that are thirsting over you. Sure that used to be him so it’s kinda just stupid. But it gives him so much satisfaction. “Omg she’s so hot I need her to crush me.” “Yeah, Yeah. I’m over here crushing her pussy” he’s just giving his pr team reason after reason to hate him. 

Katsuki who loves that you match his freak. He’d had a crush on you for the longest time. But he’d never imagined that he’d make it here. Living together. Actually being together. And who knows maybe marriage is a possibility in the near future. Are they rushing into it? Sure. but they’ve known each other since they were kids.

Nsfw? Kinda lol nothing crazy

Part1 Part3 Part4 Part5

Katsuki who is so touchstarved. Sure he likes to cop a feel from time to time, but when you’re the one initiating he’s absolutely wrecked. It’s not surprising when he grabs a pillow to cover his lap, if he’s really feeling it though he won’t even try to hide it.

Katsuki who’s convinced himself that it’s okay to get off using your pictures. You two are like best friends so you’d want him to feel good.. Right? He knows if you did it he’d be flattered. 

Katsuki who’s recently began having “sleepovers” with you. He’s staying over late at night when he suggests he just sleeps in your bed because it’s more convenient than driving all the way home. (It’s only like a 10 minute drive, he wanted to be close to you.)

Katsuki who’s convinced that you two are just normal best friends. I mean all best friends cuddle up on each other, feel each other up, grind on each other. It’s all totally normal.

Katsuki who’s been caught by the media staring at your ass. There have been more than one occasion of the media taking a “poorly” timed picture of him staring right at your ass, but can you blame him when your ass looks so fucking good in that costume. He’s also been caught rubbing right up against you “accidentally” multiple times. Hands on your hips standing right behind you, feeling you up. Needless to say the media has a feeling he’s super horny for you. He loves those pictures, sure his pr team is trying their best to cover the situation, but he’s enjoying it.

Katsuki who’s so fucking cranky when he sees you out on patrol with literally any guy. He’s genuinely trying to butt in, going off route just to make sure that guy keeps his hands to himself. (That's his ass.)

Katsuki who continues to grow more and more comfortable around you. He doesn’t even bother hiding boners anymore, they’re too much of a common occurrence for him to even give a shit. He’s sitting there man spreading on your new couch, grey sweatpants with his dick basically visible. 

Katsuki who is so unbelievably horny for you. Every little thing you do sets him off, and he’s so sick and tired of “hiding” it. He’s on the verge of just straight up confessing it all. You’re somehow not catching on?? Like how clueless can you be? (He doesn’t know you know)

Katsuki who genuinely had to stop “cuddling” with you just to go clean himself up. Yes. at his grown ass age, he’d managed to cum in his pants. From the simple act of “cuddling” (With a little grinding…) you’d heard the noises he made, you were completely aware of what happened. And had he looked back he would’ve seen you giddy from your spot on the couch.

husband katsuki is sooooo incredibly whipped for his wife his greed sickens me... you wake up in a DEATH GRIP every morning its actually a nightmare in the summer heat but you cant say anything cause its just toooo cute the way his brow immediately furrows and he pouts in his sleep the moment he feels you try to wriggle out of the hold he has on you... he expects a kiss goodbye even if he's just going to the store thats a five minute walk from your place and is SHAMELESS about it if you forget... big strong pro hero dynamight mumbling "gimme kiss" at the door before grabbing you by the ass and pulling you closer... #needthat

⤷ masterlist ♡ more of katsuki more of husband! katsuki: clingy - in which katsuki's clinginess results in a failed birthday surprise

sharing my also now bricked up opinion bc izuku bouncing u bc you got overwhelmed AFTER being cocky? ughhhh

soft dom!izuku who is always sweet about being in control—always kissing you through it, always groaning out praise while he fucks you from underneath like, "you're so perfect, baby, taking me so well," and then you have the audacity to be like, "i've got this," while grinding down onto him with your hands on his chest, telling him to be good and let you handle it.

he's blushing, all soft-eyed like, "okay :)" because he thinks it's cute. because he wants to see you try.

for the first couple minute or two? you feel in control, like smug control. his hands are on your hips, but not guiding you. he's letting you ride him. letting you fuck yourself on his cock and thinking, 'yeah, i'm making HIM lose it this time.'

but... you weren't ready for how deep he hits like this. for how full he feels when you take him at your own pace. and he's so thick, so hard, so present in your body—that the moment your knees tremble, and your pace starts to falter, he just smiles...

smiles.

"tired already?" and suddenly his hands are gripping your waist and he's bouncing you on his cock with easy strength, watching your eyes flutter like, "aw, baby, thought you wanted to be in charge?"

and he's SO MEAN ABOUT IT. mean in the way he coos at you while you gasp and sob and cling to him, fingers curling into his chest. mean in the way he kisses your open mouth while you whimper, fucking you through your own rhythm like, "go on then, ride it. i'm just helping, right?"

and you're too busy melting into him while he moves you exactly how he wants to even answer. he kisses your jaw, all breathless when he feels your walls clench, and murmurs, "thereeee we go. good girl. at least you tried."

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you’re both laying on the couch and he’s on you, laying his head on your chest as you two watch a show on your tv. your hands are tangled in his hair, playing with it before you move your hands down to his back

his breath hitches as you rake your nails across his back while he lets out a sweet “hngh..” to which he then covers up with a growl. you look down at him confused as he just goes, “keep doin’ that. it feels nice.” so you shrug it off and keep doing so

there’s areas where you scratch his back that are more sensitive and he’s just realizing it now. the feeling of your nails moving up in down in certain spots has his dick springing up in his sweats. he lets out a little whine before you stop and ask him what’s wrong. “nothin’, nothin’, just keep scratchin’..” so you do.

then you realize the patterns, how under his left shoulder blade his breath hitches and when you scratch on the top right shoulder blade he lets out a groan. this realization hits you like a freight train as you look down and notice that he’s slowly grinding his hips against your thigh.

so you dig your nails deeper causing him to groan and throw his head back, his hips bucking into your thigh. you focus on the main spots you noticed had the most effect. his breath becomes heavier as his whines and groans become more noticeable now that he knows that you’re picking up on the memo.

the harder you scratch, the deeper your nails go into his skin. the more he cries out for you. “f-fuckkk, baby, oh god right fuckin’ there.. hngh” his hips are snapping into your thigh as you feel his thick cock grinding against it, precum seeping through the fabric of his sweats.

you tense up your thigh as you scratch the hardest and deepest you can as he cries out while he cums. “hngh, s-shit ‘m c-cumming- cumming!! ngh haaah..” he swears to god he saw stars as his back arches and he throws his head back. his hips stutter their thrusts into your thigh as you feel his cum leaking onto your pants because they seeped through his

he flops himself back down on your chest as he mumbles, “don’t fuckin’ say anythin’”

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I was thinking that Bakugou ended up getting his cum all over her face and glasses, but instead of her getting angry or anything, she gets even more excited (the rest is up to you) :3

glasses alt ending // 𝓚. 𝓑akugo

cw: 18+, nsfw, oral sex aftermath, facial finish, a lil bit of tease, one degrading line, reader is a freak, established relationship

synopsis: katsuki doesn’t quite stick the landing lol, enjoy a free facial.

a/n💬: i hope this made you smile (or blush) lol thank you for reading !

the first splatter hits your lens, thick and warm.

you blink, lashes sticking slightly as katsuki’s release streaks across your glasses, blurring your vision into something hazy and obscene.

“holy shit,” he pants above you, dick still twitching in his grip. “didn’t aim for the damn—”

but you’re already grinning.

“…the hell’s wrong with you?” his brow furrows as you tilt your head, deliberately smearing the mess further with your hand, then licking it up.

“nothing,” you hum, slipping your glasses off and licking a stripe along the frame. “just thinking…”

you peer up at him through the sticky lens, watching his flushed, concerned face. “you… missed a spot.”

he snarls, but he grins. “fuckin’ freak,” he mutters, dragging a thumb through the mess on your chin. “lucky i’ve got more.”

🏁 eighteen plus only ! ⋆  minors don’t interact ⋆ smut ⋆ blowjobs ⋆ handjobs ⋆ oral sex (m!receiving), cum play ⋆ pro hero katsuki bakugou, fem reader

and you’d be so correct because...katsuki likes to give head more than he receives it. something about the way you taste gives him much more pleasure than any blowjob he could get — it just means that when you do manage to coax him into letting you reciprocate, he doesn’t last long at all.

“fuck, sweetheart,” he drawls, the edge of his curse words ending with a crack as you take him deep down your throat — swallowing greedily around the inches that fit like they belong and jerking all the rest. your palms glide over him with a wet echo, aided by whatever you drool and slobber over him as well as any serous that he leaks. it’s a nasty trick that you play on the blonde whenever you can tell that he’s close. “not gonna last long if you keep… keep fuckin’ suckin’ me like that. god.”

you hum around him lazily, bobbing your head in a steady and calculated rhythm that has katsuki’s sensitive tip bulging in your cheek, bright hot and leaky against the soft epithelium there. he pulses against your tongue as your gaze shifts upwards, dark and taunting like you know the affect you have on him — aware of how easy it is for you to make him fall apart. “don’t look at me like that,” bakugou simpers softly, large palm cupping your cheek and stroking the outline of his cock formed in it. “too pretty, you’ll wreck me.”

You've always liked cocky guys. Not the kind who treat you badly or insult you, thinking they're better than you when you mess up. No, the kind of guy who just knew he did things so well that you could practically see an air of superiority around him. And your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, is nothing if not self-confident.

And the worst (or perhaps the best) part was having to admit it when he was right, because you weren’t exactly the agreeable type yourself. Maybe that was what had drawn Katsuki to you: the fact that you were so sure of yourself you didn’t care about being the only one to challenge him.

Which only made those rare moments when you had to admit he was right that much more satisfying for him.

It was as if all the calm he had been pretending to have throughout the day now that he was supposedly a different person and a changed man or whatever exploded the moment he thrusted into you. You could feel it in the heavy atmosphere. His hand gripped your waist and you were sure it was going to leave a mark, one you’d complain about the next day. For now, even formulating words felt like a sacrifice. Every drag of his length was slow, tortuous and deliberate.

His eyes locked onto yours, watching every reaction. Every moan, whimper or squirm only served to boost his ego, you could see it, in the way he smiled, smugness showing in every thrust, making you arch beneath him, gasping his name.

A particularly harsh thrust made you tighten your grip on his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. He let out a little hiss before speaking in an almost condescending tone "You like that, mhm?" and you nod because the truth is that you love it.

You love how his hands move knowing exactly where you need them, squeezing your thighs, caressing your skin, and always, always keeping you on the edge of needing more. He takes you like he knows exactly what you want. Like he knows he is always right. And even when you squirm or writhe you just...feel it all, every ridge and vein. The tip of his cockhead reaching that spot that made you feel closer and closer everytime.

"Look at you, so full of me, so pretty" he murmurs looking down where your bodies come together, noticing the outlining of cock in the lower part of your abdomen, he moves his hand, applying some pressure, enough to feel it so deeply that you roll your eyes and throw your head back. He lowers his head, leaving small nips and kisses on your neck.

"Katsuki- fuck" you moan, feeling your eyes watering from the sheer, overwhelming feeling of being so filled you don't know how much you can't take.

"Awh, what's wrong baby? you are taking it so good." He lowers his lips even more, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, making you bury your hand in his hair. He bites hard, enough to leave a mark that he kisses right after. When he feels your fingers gently pulling his hair, he lets out a small groan. Slowing his thrusts only to make them deeper, his breathing was shallow as he speaks in a remarking tone against your ear. "Told you I was gonna be mean if you kept teasing" He lifted your face, grabbing your chin while you were trying to find the words that were dying in your throat with every movement of his hips, starting to feel the overstimulation. "And what did you did, mhm? You. kept. being. a. brat." He states each word with a thrust.

You let out a whimper, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. "Ow, you wanna cry now? But you told me you could take it," he mocked in the sweetest tone, His thumb brushed away the tear that had slipped down. "Tell me how does it feel" he commanded in a lower tone, pressing lightly on your abdomen again.

"Feels so good Suki-" you replied almost immediately.

He chuckled. "Yeah, I bet it does. You are so close, aren't you baby?" You nodded quickly, and the boy lowered his face to kiss you, a kiss dripping with the same smugness he felt at making you feel so good. He smirked against your lips as he felt the first signs of your orgasm, the way your body tensed.

Your hand tangled harder in his hair, nails sinking harsh into his shoulder as if it were the only thing anchoring you. He parted his lips, just barely, you could still feel them brushing against yours. But he did it to hear that little sound that always escaped you when you cummed, just before your legs began to shake and your body relaxed.

He continued thrusting slowly, prolonging your orgasm, and then, and only after watching every movement and sound your body made as you came, he cummed in a last deep thrust, letting out a whimper of your name against your ear and filling you up in spurts of his warm cum so good you could still feel it hours later.

So yeah… maybe he was a little cruel, but you liked it anyway. After all, cocky guys were kinda your thing.

first time doing this ... is this awful? idk. but it's only been a week since i published my first fic and i can't believe how much things have changed in 7 days, thank you for the love and i will keep practising to try and do better.

a/n: i’m tired, he’s tired, sooooo also this was supposed to be a blurb but it got mixed into a fic i don’t make the rules - also not the toshi from the poll but the toshi from my pussy 😭

h. shinso

thinking abt roommate!hitoshi who smiles when he hears your door crack open in the middle of the night followed by your footsteps across the floor into the kitchen, his eyes follow you from his place on the couch

he’ll sneak up behind you and reach up and grab a cup down from the cabinet you’re trying to reach from, softly chucking as you gasp. “couldnt sleep either?” he pulls down a cup for you and sets it on the counter

he makes you tea despite your protests that he’s probably more tired than you, he’ll even lift you up and set you on the counter and pretend that he can’t feel your eyes roaming over his bare chest as he gets everything ready

he offers you a steaming cup, lips tugging upward as you look away with flushed cheeks. “thank you, toshi.” you whisper, accepting the mug

you both sip in silence and his eyes stay locked on you, chuckling when you keep looking away. when you’re both done he grabs your cup and washes them before turning back to you. “wanna try to sleep together?” he grins at your gasp.

“what?” you squeak.

“like go to sleep.. ?” he tilts his head fully knowing what he sounded like. “we can even go in your room so your plushies aren’t alone all night.”

you nod and he lifts you off the counter and carries you to your room, he lays you back delicately and climbs in next to you. you turn and face him and he faces you, both just looking at each other.

“sleepy?” he hums and you shake your head. “wanna come closer?” he searches your eyes.

“mhm.” you nod, scooting a couple inches until he’s pulling you against his chest. “smell good.” you mumble.

“yeah?” he holds you closer, one hand resting on the back of your head.

“and you’re warm.” you nuzzle into him.

“getting sleepy?” his fingers massage your head.

“mm-mm” you tangle your legs with his.

“seem sleepy.” you feel his chuckle rumble in his chest.

“‘m not.” you pull back and pout up at him.

“i dunno..” he smiles, cupping your cheek. “you look sleepy.” he rubs his thumb on your cheek.

you roll your eyes and scoot closer again and he shifts his legs, your breath catches when his thigh presses against your panties.

“toshi!” your nails dig into his skin, hips jerking against him.

“sorry, i didn’t mean- ” he pauses when you rock your hips again. “yeah?” one of his hands slide down to your hip.

“sorry.” you whimper. “i just..” your hips move on their own again.

“you just what?” his hand slides to your lower back, guiding you against his thigh.

“feels good.” you press your forehead to his chest. “toshi..” your breath stutters.

“cumming helps you go to bed y’know.” he flexes his thigh, smirking when you let out the smallest whimper.

“then.. then you gotta cum too.” you peek up at him. “we could.. cum together?” sliding your panties across his thigh again.

“yeah?” he raises an eyebrow. “how do you wanna do that?”

“i dunno.” you hide against his chest.

he flips you so you’re on your back and he’s hovering over you. you’re looking up at him with round eyes, hips squirming to find more friction. he presses himself against you and you feel how hard he is. you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his lower back trying to get him to grind against you.

“this how you wanna cum?” a slow drag of his hips. “panties still on and squirming under me?” he chuckles lowly.

“is that.. okay?” you whisper.

“more than okay, baby. just making sure.” another roll of his hips.

your head falls back into your pillows as he starts to grind his hips against you with more pressure. you’re letting out small gasps and whines that has him throbbing. he’s staring at your parted lips and flushed cheeks, he dips down and whispers in your ear.

“can feel how soaked these panties are.” his breath fans across your skin, making it pebble. “feel good, baby?” his lips barely touch your ear but it makes you shiver all the same.

“yess.” you arch up into him. “toshi.. i..” you gasp.

“hm?” he chuckles.

“can you- ngh! can you go faster?” your nails dig into his back.

“course.” he places a kiss on your neck.

he lifts up from you and starts thrusting his hips like he’s fucking you, your lips part, eyes fluttering shut as your legs shake around his waist. your wet panties are helping spread the already wet patch on his boxers with each grind.

“shit.” he pants, falling to his forearms as his pleasure rises. “shit baby.” he presses his forehead to yours.

“‘m gonna- gonna cum toshi! feels s’good!” your hips are jerking up to meet his.

with a high pitched cry of his name you cum hard, shaking and squirming below him. a groan from deep in his chest spills out of his mouth as he cums in his boxers, hips still jerking, making sure you both feel every drop.

“sleepy?” his voice wrecked.

“mhm.” you don’t even open your eyes. “stay.” you tug him closer.

“yeah.” he rolls over and pulls you against his chest.