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there's something oddly charismatic about a man who's cocky about the monster he's packing in his pants. your boyfriend shouta is no exception - any man or woman could tell by the wolfish grin on his face when he passes by, that someone is extremely lucky at home. the envious stares from strangers and jealous altercations with any male who interacts with you are a product of his ego. and well, after the string of losers you've dated, being with shouta felt like emotional and physical whiplash in the best way.
he knows he's in a completely different league than your exes and beats them in all categories. but the one that really, really gets him going is how much bigger his cock is. you recall the predatory glint in his eyes the moment he kicked off his boxers. "it's okay to stare, sweetheart." it's all you can do - jaw dropped and pussy that much wetter just by the sight of his cock. "just know, it always gets the job done."
it's noticeable - when he's repeatedly shifting in his seat because his huge dick is in the way all the time. he prefers the gray sweatpants that have your mouth watering from the print forming near his inner thigh. "can barely contain it," he brags rightfully. "too big, eh? can't decide which hole of yours i wanna over stuff." he's not heartless - there's a good amount of prep involved to ensure pain is never a part of the equation. after all, feeding his ego is a kink both of you know consent is the key to enjoying.
with a cock as high maintenance like his, variety is the way to go. sliding nine whole inches between your tits all soaked with lube and precum while tweaking your cute and ultra sensitive nipples. smearing the head of his cock all over your face, lips and cheeks before lustfully tilting your chin up so you can open nice and wide. gripping your ass with one hand aggressively enough so your pussy lips easily spread open for his awaiting girth.
once (and only once) you jokingly referred to him as small and nearly ended up with a bruised cervix. "think i'm small, huh? this dick not good enough for your greedy pussy?" not only does he feverishly mock you with words, but quickens the pace of his thrusts, applying more of his body weight onto you. the experience taught you and your pussy a valuable lesson in how not to tease your overly endowed boyfriend.
Izuku and Bakugo fighting over you is my bread and butter, and frankly there should be SO MANY more fics about it.
I LIVE for jealous Bakugo and “never back down never WHAT?” Izuku because my boy does not back off from things he’s passionate about. They would ABSOLUTELY butt heads over you. I can’t get over the idea of you being childhood friends with both of them and them both falling for you at the same time. That would be so RAAAAGGHHH.
Izuku falls for you first and hard.
Bakugo falls for you first as well and—somehow—even harder than Izuku, lol.
When you guys all get accepted into to UA and Izuku has ALL OF THE SUDDEN “developed” a quirk? Oh, shit hits the fan, because before Bakugo never dreamed Izuku even had the smidgest of chances at winning anything because a Quirkless nobody could never compete with a badass like him. Now? Now, it’s different. Because now Izuku actually has a shot at winning your heart (remember, Quirks to him before he stopped being a doofus were what made you a winner in their world, and now Deku isn’t just some waste of space—he’s someone now. Crap.)
Deku and Bakugo just fighting endlessly over small victories that somehow equate to you loving either of them more. If I do better on this test than you, they think I’m better boyfriend material. Whoever wakes them up first gets to walk beside you on the—albeit, short, walk to class. Bet I can find a gift they like more than you could ever give them. Just over stupid, pointless shit you have no idea is happening behind-the-scenes.
Because, to you, Izuku presents as loving and good natured and is totally not going to stay up until 3AM to crush Bakugo in this next exam so he has the go ahead to ask you to get ice cream alone with him later. Bakugo? Even worse. After you practically begged him to not hurt Deku anymore after he literally tried to kill him one of the first days of class, he agreed to go easier on the shrimp. He just didn’t say that your agreement was only in effect when you were around to see them.
Once you walk away? Oh, it’s free game. Shoving shoulders in the hallway, sticking out his leg so Izuku trips walking out of class to lunch, firing up his Quirk to burn extra hot the one day you were sick and couldn’t participate in training—he’s a complete dick, for lack of a better term. He’s going to win at all so you have no choice but to fall head-over-heels for him. Then…maybe he’ll have the guts to ask if you want to grabs some snacks and stargaze on the roof of the dorms tonight.
It’s all happening right under your stupidly pretty, in Bakugo’s words nose. They’re both rather thankful that you’re sort of oblivious to love.
However, that also means you can’t pick up when someone is also crushing on you. But that’s okay! That’s why they’re there. To protect you. That’s the only time they actually ever work together (before Bakugo stops acting like a jerk nimrod), to get leeches off your back so you pay attention to them more.
In the end, they truly do know that either of them has a fair shot at wining your heart. But neither of them are going down without a fight.
And to think, all of these dramatics, when the issue could be solved so simply if they paid attention to the fact that you want them both equally. It would be so easy if they stopped messing around, kissed you, then each other, and you all just run off into the sunset together. Hopefully, the stupid boys can wake up and see that one day.
shouta has a love and hate relationship with your panties.
you've caught him multiple times in the act - the delicate lace wrapped around his cock, hand pumping furiously at his shaft when you just happened to arrive home earlier than expected. if you were absent, it was regular routine for your horny and desperate boyfriend.
if he couldn't immerse himself in your natural scent immediately, he'd dig out a pair of your used panties. if you've left him alone for too long, there's a high chance of him tarnishing a newer pair with fresh cum - because how dare you.
in times of personal stress, he can't stand the sight of them on you for too long. not when they're the only thing in the way when he's ready to bend you over the kitchen counter and hike up that darling mini dress of yours. but most of the time, he's a gentleman and is perfectly content with pulling the fabric to the side to get a pristine view of your gorgeous pussy.
the more sadistic side of him is absolutely a "eat it with the panties on" type of guy. sit on his face for thirty minutes and let that thin barrier drive him fucking crazy. his mouth and tongue are so familiar with your pussy that he can easily stimulate you just as good.
for every cum stained and ripped pair, just ask him for his credit card. not once will he deny you - especially when those new panties are surely getting destroyed in the future at some point.
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when you realize they're so much better than you 😂😂😂 when the jealousy turns into resentment 😂😂😂😂 when you hate yourself for how you feel because it's unjustified 😂😂😂😂😂
deaf!bakugou who is a sadist and who happens to loooove eating pussy but adored softly biting and sucking your clit until it doubles in size— but when you get ‘too loud’ he just turns the hearing aid off and tilts his head when he sees your tear stricken face.
“you dick, i was telling you i was coming!”
“im glad you came.” he devilishly grins. “feel good?”
“yes but-“ you grumble, slightly groaning when his breath leaves your bundle of nerves. “you said youd eat my pussy, not abuse it.”
“never said i had to hear you.” he shrugs, licking his lips as he smirks.
synopsis: when a guy confesses to you on valentine's day, how will katsuki react?
notes: request here! i like how it's not 'be mine,' just 'you're mine' lol bc thats so katsuki. again w the unofficialbf!katsuki agenda like always
you weren’t expecting much out of valentine’s day.
you liked all the pink everywhere, sure. the flowers, the hearts, the whole aesthetic. but you weren’t holding your breath for a grand romantic gesture or a super hot valentine or anything.
you thought maybe you, mina, and sato would make some chocolates to give to friends. a fun, holiday-sprit thing to do with your good friends, no big deal.
of course, you'd wear a cute pink top because, well, why not? it’s valentine’s day, and you'd get to embrace the theme and look super cute!
and, also of course, you’d give katsuki some chocolate, like you've done every year since you were like four.
it wasn’t anything new. it was just.. something you did. a little exchange between the two of you. you'd make his differently than the friend-chocolate you'd make for everyone else. he preferred dark chocolate to milk, cocoa powder over condensed milk, and you always made it cute and packaged it nicely. in return, he’d always give you something back on white day, something he made just for you. it had become a tradition. a small, personal ritual.
but, other than that, because you were #singleasf, valentine’s day was just another fun hearts-themed day. you liked it, but it was nothing to make a big deal of.
you definitely weren’t expecting someone to walk up to you, red-faced and nervous, holding a little box of chocolates with your name on it.
“i know this is kinda random,” the guy says, laughing awkwardly. “but i’ve liked you for a while, y/n, and i figured if there's any day to do this, it should be valentines day, right? and-"
at some point, you start zoning out. ..who was this guy again? he looked vaguely familiar, but honestly, if he didn't know your name and wasn't confessing to you in real time, you would have said you didn't know him if prompted.
"-i think you're really pretty! and, um, your quirk is really impressive. and, like, i know we haven't talked much, but-"
you wonder how you're going to respond. what is the kindest way to say "who the fuck are you, no" to someone confessing to you in person. you consider saying yes solely because you respect his courage and would feel bad saying no.
"-so, um, would you please go out on a date with me?"
you consider asking him for his name, but that feels a little rude for someone who just poured his heart out.
before you can even answer, a hand appears on your waist.
a very familiar hand.
it's katsuki.
“she's mine,” he says flatly. no hesitation, no stutter.
you blink. that's news to you. the guy does too.
“oh,” he says, awkward. “i didn’t know that-”
“yeah. now you do.”
the guy backs off quickly, and you turn around, heart pounding despite your cool exterior.
“so… yours?” you ask, voice slightly teasing. "didn't realize you were so possessive, katsuki."
"'m not possessive." katsuki’s jaw is tense. “it's just.. that dumbass musta been dropped on his head when he was a baby. you're obviously mine."
katsuki's face gets close to yours. "you've always been mine."
"hey, don't be mean." you scold mockingly. "how was he even supposed to know? it's not like you told him beforehand. and we're not.."
"dating" is what you want to say, but you bite your tongue.
neither of you comment on the fact that he called you his and you went with it. or that his hand is still on your waist, or that his face was maybe an inch away from yours.
that's nothing unusual, though. you've been dancing around each other like this for years.
he scoffs, rubbing the back of his neck like it physically hurts to show that he has any emotion other than hot, fiery rage. (as if you haven't seen him curled up on your lap whining for you to scratch his head.)
“i shouldn't have to,” he mutters. “i mean… i spend every damn second with you. you wear my hoodie. i walk you to your dorm. for fuck's sake, we fucking cuddle on more nights than we don't,” he stops himself, groaning.
“fuck. you’re mine. you know it, everyone knows it, and he should damn well know it too.”
your breath catches. “katsuki-"
"don't listen to any other fuckin' dumbass." katsuki growls, suddenly pulling you close. "you're mine."
your heart races and your cheeks get hot. it's not just the proximity that's getting you. you're close all the time. it's the tone. the glint in his eyes. he's jealous, whether he'd ever admit it or not, and fuck, you're almost ashamed to admit how hot you think it is.
you smile, throwing your arms lazily around his neck.
"i'm yours."
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𑣲 sex in front of a mirror with katsuki. it’s his absolute favorite. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki loves to watch you in the mirror while he fucks you—especially when you watch too.
watching your wrecked face in the mirror is all he cares about, as he slams his dick into you over the bathroom counter. squeezing your hips and keeping his hand tight around your neck, he murmurs—"you look so fuckin' good looking at me while i stretch you out."
"you like that?" you love it. seeing his low-lidded, possessive eyes while he completely owns you drives you wild. it drives you right over the edge too..
when keeping your eyes open gets harder, his hand tightens on your neck as he whispers in your ear. "look at the mirror, baby, keep them open."
he keeps his relentless pace, his chest pressing hot against your back as his fingers dig deeper into your hip, holding you steady. the heat of his cock sliding deep inside you is almost too much, making your knees buckle as the pleasure threatens to completely pull you under.
"i'm not letting you slip away yet." he drives his cock even deeper, his hips hitting yours with a heavy thud that makes you cry out. his grip keeps you focused, forcing your watering eyes to stay locked on his reflection in the glass.
"look at how much you're shaking for me." he groaned out, his chest vibrating against your back as he drags his cock out slow, only to slam back in even harder. "shit.."
you whimper, your hands clawing at the cold marble counter for any kind of grip as your vision starts to blur.
losing control himself, he pants—"fuck, told you to keep your eyes open.."—his thrusts turn sloppy and needy.
when you finally break, your body seizing and spilling a hot mess all over his cock, you look so beautiful in the reflection.
the tight, pulsing squeeze of your soaked cunt around his dick is almost too intense for him to bear. he needs you to watch this—needs you to see your own wrecked, flushed face as you fall apart all over him.
you looked absolutely perfect. if he could fuck you in front of a mirror all day every day, he would.
✰ the indulger that is KATSUKI BAKUGO and his pretty baby who he spoils rotten ˖°.
𝘴̳𝘧̳𝘸̳ &̳ 𝘯̳𝘴̳𝘧̳𝘸̳ 𝘩̳𝘦̳𝘢̳𝘥̳𝘤̳𝘢̳𝘯̳𝘰̳𝘯̳𝘴̳ : fluff : 18+ mdni : established relationship : language : extremely spoiled!reader
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indulger!katsuki who is completely unapologetic about the way he spoils you, often using it as a weapon to shut down any argument. whenever you try to tell him he's “too much” or that he “doesn't need to spend so much,” he simply doubles down.
“too much? you think this is too much?” he points to the walk-in closet that is essentially a second bedroom, filled with luxury clothes and jewelry. “i make more money in a week than most people make in a year. what the hell else am i supposed to do with it? save it for a rainy day? it's always raining somewhere, you moron!”
“i just feel bad that you work so hard and then i—“
“shut up,” he silences you by pulling you into a deep, bruising kiss that tastes of cinnamon and heat. he breaks away just enough to whisper against your lips. “i work hard so i can see you in these clothes. i work hard so i can buy you things that make you smile like a damn idiot. your only job is to look pretty and be mine. everything else is handled. now, tell me what else you want. a new car? a trip to paris? just say the word, you spoiled little brat.”
this was the first year into your relationship. many more years later he would continuously complain about you being spoiled rotten, which you find ironic because he was the reason you turned out the way you are today.
indulger!katsuki who cannot handle a single pout from you, especially when you’re staring at something that costs more than a mid-sized sedan.
you both stood in the center of a glittering ginza boutique, the air smelling of expensive lilies and cold air conditioning. you didn’t say a word; you simply stopped in front of a gold necklace with a pear-cut diamond that caught the light in a way that made your eyes widen.
you looked at the jewel, then slowly shifted your gaze to katsuki, tilting your head with a small, hopeful shimmer in your eyes.
katsuki stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders tensing under his your gaze. “don't even start with that look,” he barked, though his eyes didn't leave your face.
“i didn't say anything, katsuki.” you chuckled.
“you're saying it with your damn eyes! you're practically screaming 'buy me this overpriced rock' without opening your mouth! it's a piece of carbon, you greedy brat! do you have any idea how many zeros are on that price tag?” katsuki had his hands in his hips, looking down at you like he was your mom scolding you.
“i didn’t even ask for it, baby. just looking… it’s pretty, that’s all,”you let out a tiny, theatrical sigh and began to turn away, your shoulders slumping just a fraction.
“tch! stop it! get back here!" he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but careful, and yanked you back toward the glass case. he slammed a hand onto the counter, making the sales clerk jump nearly a foot in the air. “wrap that one up! now! and put it in the fancy box so she doesn't complain that it looks cheap!”
“of course, sir! right away!” as the clerk hurried to package the necklace.
katsuki leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “you're a manipulative menace. a spoiled, pampered little menace. you think you can just look at me and i'll cave? you think i'm some kind of pushover?”
you beamed, leaning into his chest. “yes!”
“damn right i am! for you i am! now let's get out of here before you decide you want the matching earrings too!”
“ooh! now that you mention it…”
indulger!katsuki who believes that “out of stock” is merely a suggestion and that rules don't apply when you want something.
you were in a high-end streetwear boutique, your eyes locked on a limited-edition cropped leather jacket. it was the only one in your size, and it was perched precariously on a headless mannequin in the window. the store manager had already told you three times that display items were not for sale.
you looked at the jacket, then at your boyfriend, your lower lip trembling just a bit. “let’s just go. he said i can't have it,” you whispered, looking devastated.
katsuki’s eyes snapped to the mannequin. he looked at the manager, who was sweating profusely, and then back to you. a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. “what do you mean it's not for sale?”
“sir, it's the display model! it's meant to stay on the mannequin for the aesthetic of the window—”
“i don't give really a damn about the bullshit of your window. isn’t a store like this supposed to be taking money?! tch,”katsuki stormed forward, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floor. in one fluid, violent motion, he reached out and gripped the collar of the jacket. with a loud rip of plastic fasteners and a crash of the mannequin’s arm snapping off, he tore the garment right off the plastic form. he didn't even wait for the manager to react before he tossed the jacket over your shoulders. “there. now it's yours. stop looking like a kicked puppy.”
“katsuki! you can't just—”
“i just did! now, you,” he pointed a finger at the trembling manager, “ring this up. now. or i'll blow the front door off your hinges and pay for it in pieces.”
you giggled, hugging the leather to your chest. “you're so aggressive. aren’t you supposed to be a hero…? that wasn’t heroic at all.”
“did i steal it?! no, i didn’t. now shut up and pay for the damn thing with my card, you brat.”
indulger!katsuki who will cross entire prefectures just to satisfy a midnight craving because he can't stand the thought of you being unhappy.
it was 1:00 am on a tuesday. katsuki had just finished a grueling sixteen-hour shift dealing with a villain breakout in the city center. he was covered in soot, his muscles aching, and he had just collapsed onto the sofa. you crawled into his lap, rubbing your cheek against his chest. “kats baby... i really want that strawberry shortcake from that one bakery in chiba.”
he groaned, the sound vibrating through his ribs. “are you kidding me? chiba? that's an hour's drive! go to sleep!”
“but the cream is so light... and they use those organic strawberries... i can almost taste it.” you practically whined as you nuzzled closer to him like an annoying cat.
your boyfriend closed his eyes, praying for strength. he stayed silent for a full minute, his chest heaving. then, he let out a loud, frustrated scream and sat up abruptly, nearly dumping you off his lap. “god damn it! why are you like this? why can't you just want a normal snack from the convenience store?”
“because i'm your pretty baby?”
he glared at you, his vermillion eyes narrowing, but the heat in them wasn't anger. oh, no it wasn’t. it was absolute, unconditional devotion. no matter how hard he glared, you had him wrapped around your pretty manicured fingers that he also payed for.
katsuki stood up and grabbed his keys from the counter. “get in the car. if we get there and they're sold out, i'm leaving you on the sidewalk.”
“you love me too much for that.”
“tch. keep talking and i'll buy you a whole damn bakery and make you work there just so i never have to drive to chiba at midnight again!”
indulger!katsuki who expresses his love through a constant stream of “shut up” and “you're annoying,” while simultaneously funding your entire lavish lifestyle.
you were sitting on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of shopping bags from your latest spree. you were trying on a pair of towering gold heels that were probably impractical for any one human being to walk in.
katsuki walked into the room, stopping to stare at the chaos. “what the hell is all this? did you rob a bank while i was at the agency?”
“they were on sale!” you beamed up at him giddily as if that answered his question.
“on sale? you bought six pairs of the same shoe in different colors! you're a damn shopaholic is what you are!” katsuki had his hands on his hips as if he was your mom scolding you.
you stood up, wobbling slightly in the gold heels, and walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but look how they make my legs look, kats.”
he looked down at your legs, then back up at your face. his expression shifted from irritation to a hunger that made your stomach flip. he gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his palms warm through your clothes. “tch. your legs always look good. you don't need overly expensive gold shoes to make me want to rip your clothes off.”
“are you saying you don't like them?” you pouted at him.
“i'm saying i find it stupid how much money you spend on things that just make me want to keep you in the bedroom all day. now get those damn things off and c’mere."
indulger!katsuki who views your shopping addiction as a challenge to his bank account, and he loves winning. you once mentioned, in passing, that you liked a certain vintage watch that was being auctioned off, a piece that was practically unobtainable.
you didn't expect him to get it; you just liked the idea of it.
two weeks later, katsuki tosses a small, velvet box onto your lap while you're eating breakfast. “here. stop thinking about it. it’s starting to annoying me.”
you open the box to find the watch, its gold face gleaming. you gasp, looking at the price estimate you'd seen online. “katsuki bakugo! this cost... this is insane! why would you do this?”
“hah! because i can!” he yells, though there's a smirk playing on his lips. “because i'm the best, and my woman should have the best. i don't want you looking at some auction site like some extra. i want you to look at your wrist and remember that i'm the one who got it for you.” he pulls you into his lap, his arms locking around you. “i'll buy the whole damn auction house if it means you'll stop daydreaming and focus on me. you get it? everything you want is yours, as long as you remember who the hell provides it.”
you weren’t entirely sure what his deal was… he either loved you so much that he was willing to throw money at everything, he actually finds it annoying when you talk about stuff you want, or he loves flexing his hard-earned money.
it was all the above.
indulger!katsuki who treats every anniversary, birthday, holiday, or “just because” day as a competition to see how much he can possibly spoil you.
for your anniversary, he didn't just get you a gift; he rented out an entire rooftop garden in tokyo, filled it with your favorite flowers, and had a five-course meal prepared by a michelin-star chef after he went on a full-scale rant on how stupid it is to pull cliché “bullshit” like they do in the movies.
as you looked around the breathtaking setup, your eyes glistening with tears, he stood beside you, looking uncomfortable in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders. “stop crying, brat. it's just a dinner.”
“it's not just a dinner, kats! it's beautiful!”
“tch. it's whatever. i just didn't want you complaining that i didn't do enough this year." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. inside was a ring—not like the diamond one he'd bought you months ago, but a rare, deep red ruby that matched the color of his eyes.
“i saw this and thought it looked like something a greedy brat would want.” katsuki shrugged as if he was talking about the specials on the menu.
“katsuki...”
“don't get all mushy on me. just put the damn ring on so we can eat before the food gets cold. and don't think this means you can buy a new car next week.” he pointed a stern finger at you.
you laughed, sliding the ring onto your finger and throwing your arms around his neck. “i was thinking a yacht.”
your boyfriend froze, his eyes widening. “a yacht? who the hell wants a boat?!”
“a pretty one! with gold trim!”
katsuki sighed, but he was already pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that tasted of promise and absolute, unwavering devotion. “fine. but if we get a yacht, i'm the captain. and you're just the pampered passenger who looks pretty.”
“deal.” you nodded your head eagerly.
“good because your also a terrible driver and i have no plans being the jack to your rose when we die in sea.”
“asshole! fucking forget it then!”
indulger!katsuki who can't maintain a professional demeanor when you decide you miss him too much to let him work.
you were at home, lounging in one of his oversized shirts, feeling particularly needy. you knew he was in the middle of a high-stakes strategy meeting with the top ten heroes. out of impulse, you sent him a message:
i'm so bored and the bed feels too big without you.
five minutes later, your phone buzzed.
stop sending me shit while i'm working, brat.
you replied: i might just go buy another little lingerie set to pass the time. i saw a gorgeous red set… oh, did i mention i’m wearing a black set rn
you quickly followed it up by sending him a single photo: a selfie of you biting your lip, nothing on but a black lace teddy set, sitting prettily in the bed.
his response was almost instantaneous it made you giggle.
stay. put.
another ten minutes passed before the front door slammed open with such force the windows rattled. katsuki stormed into the bedroom, still in his full hero gear, his arm bracers were removed and thrown on the couch in a blink of an eye. he looked absolutely livid, his chest heaving. “who the hell do you think you are, interrupting my meeting with a photo of you dressed like that?"
“i missed you,” you whispered, sliding off the bed and walking toward him.
“you're a menace. i had edgeshot staring at my phone screen for three seconds because i reacted too loud! i'm supposed to be a professional!”
you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “are you going to go back, dynamight?”
katsuki looked down at you, his gaze darkening as he felt your warmth against him. he reached up, gripping your chin and tilting your head back. “not a chance in hell. now, since you wanted my attention so badly, you're going to spend the rest of the afternoon making up for the fact that i had to walk out of a very important meeting.”
“how?”
“shut up. i'll show you.”
indulger!katsuki who loves the way you beg, not just for things, but for him, and he takes his time making sure you earn every single touch.
he pulled back, his eyes scanning your flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't move to take off the rest of your clothes; instead, he just watched you squirm beneath him, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. “what's the matter? you were so bold over text. where's all that energy now?”
“please... kats, please.” you squirmed.
“please what? be specific. i don't do vague requests.” your smug boyfriend tutted.
you arched your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. “i want you... i want you inside me. please.”
katsuki chuckled, a dark, rough sound. he shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to touch you, his fingers finding you already drenched and aching. he didn't push inside; he just teased the entrance, circling the sensitive peak of your center with agonizing movements. “tch, you're so impatient. you think because i get you whatever you want, you get the reward immediately? no. you're going to wait until i decide you've begged enough.”
“fuck—i'll do anything! just... please, baby!”
“anything? then tell me, brat. tell me how much you love being taken care off by me. tell me how much you love that i'm the only one who can handle you. the only one who is capable of giving you everything and anything you want.”
“i love it... i love you... i love that you're mine—hah… only mine,”
katsuki didn't wait another second. he ripped the loose shirt you were wearing upward, exposing you completely, and drove into you in one powerful thrust.
“oh! f-ffuuuck…” you screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth as he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your cry. he moved with a violent, rhythmic intensity, his body a storm of heat and muscle, driving you deeper and deeper into the mattress.
indulger!katsuki who is surprisingly attentive during sex, ensuring that while he is dominant, your pleasure is the absolute priority. despite the aggression of his movements, his eyes never left yours. he watched every flicker of pleasure, every curl of your toes, every time your eyes rolled back in your head.
“look at me,” katsuki commanded, his voice strained.
“i'm... i'm looking!” you mewled as you fought your head from tilting backwards.
“tell me how it feels. tell me how i feel—ffuuuck, yeah, baby. take it just like that—inside you.” katsuki pounded you into the mattress, his knees bent as his hips moved relentlessly.
“it's perfect... you're... oh god, katsuki!” your nails digging into his back, marking him.
katsuki gritted his teeth, his pace increasing, his palms sparking slightly against the sheets, the scent of sweat and the burnt fabric filling the room. he reached down, his thumb finding your clit, the exact spot that sent you over the edge, adding a level of stimulation that made your entire body convulse.
“that's it... take it all, my greedy baby. take everything i give you.”
as you peaked, your voice breaking in a long, shuddering moan, he followed you, his body stiffening as he let out a low, primal roar, filling you completely. he collapsed against you, his breath coming in heavy heaves, his heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird.
indulger!katsuki who becomes an insatiable force of nature when you are ovulating, turning your heightened desire into a marathon of pleasure that leaves both of you completely spent. and in his opinion, as much as he thinks you’re the best thing to ever exist, this version of you might take the cake.
you had told him you were in your peak window, and the moment the words left your lips, the air in the room had shifted. katsuki didn't just become more affectionate; he became obsessed.
“i can smell it on you,” he whispered, his voice a dark, predatory hum as he backed you against the bedroom wall. “you smell like you are wet f’me already.”
“i am,” you whimpered, your legs already shaking. “i can't stop thinking about you, baby. i want you inside me. now please.”
katsuki didn't need to be told twice. he ripped your clothes off, his movements frantic yet precise. he lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist. it didn’t take long before he drove himself into you with a force that made the wall rattle. “you are so wet,” he groaned, the sound of his cock sliding into your drenched pussy creating a loud, squelching noise that echoed in the room. “you are practically dripping for me.”
he fucked you for hours, moving you from the wall to the bed, then to the floor, and back again. every time you thought he was finished, every time he came in a loud, shaking burst of pleasure, he would look at you, at your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your pleading eyes, and he would harden again.
“more,” you sobbed, clutching his shoulders. “please, suki, more.”
“fucking hell. you are a bottomless pit, katsuki panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest. “i can't believe how much you can take. it is unbelievable.”
he explored every inch of you, his tongue tracing the line of your thighs, his fingers stretching you open before plunging back inside. he was rough and demanding, his voice a constant stream of praise and possession. “yes, take it all,” he commanded, his hips slamming into yours with a rhythmic thud. “you want this, don't you? you want your man to fill you up until you can't take another drop.”
by the time you were finally satiated, katsuki collapsed beside you, the sun was beginning to peak through the curtains. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum, your bodies entwined in a tangle of exhaustion.
“you are a monster,” he whispered, kissing your forehead, his voice sounding completely wrecked. “my beautiful, greedy little monster.”
you giggled, tracing patterns on his chest, “you tired? what happened, dynamight? i thought you were the best of the best.”
“i am going to spend the rest of the day making sure you stay this exhausted if you keep talking like that.”
indulger!katsuki who is unexpectedly devoted to your physical comfort in the aftermath of your endless love making, turning into a protective heater that refuses to let you go.
after a particularly grueling session where he's left you spent and breathless, he doesn't just roll over and sleep. he carries you into the oversized marble shower, the water steaming and hot. “stop shivering, you idiot. i've got you.”
“it’s not like i’m doing it on purpose,” you retorted, splashing him on the face with water which earned you a glare.
katsuki washes you with a slow, methodical care, his large hands scrubbing your skin with a luxury soap he bought specifically because you liked the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. he doesn't yell now; his voice is a low, sleepy murmur. “you're so damn small compared to me,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “how the hell do you fit all that greed into one person?”
“i'm not greedy,” you murmur, leaning back into his chest.
“you're the greediest person i've ever met. and the worst part is, i can't stop giving you everything. you've got me wrapped around your finger, and you know it.”
he wraps you in a towel that's far too big for you, effectively swallowing you in plush fabric, and carries you back to bed, tucking you in as if you were something fragile that might break if he didn't hold you just right.
katsuki letting you try on his gauntlets while he does his routine gear check and you're confused cuz he would never let someone other than himself put them on.
you're ecstatic tho so he gives you his gloves and then puts his gauntlets on you and you giggle about how their so heavy and how impressive it is that he wears them everyday, making them look weightless.
as you shower his strength in compliments he stares at you sitting on the edge of the bed, watching how you can hardly lift your hands wearing them and he drops to his knees, pulling you forward and shoving his head between your thighs, wasting no time he leaves a long lick over your clothed cunt.
you try to shoot your hands out to pull him away with a surprised gasp but realize you can't do much of anything with the gauntlets on, they fall weakly at your side while he gets to work quickly, pulling down your shorts and panties in one go and quickly latching onto your clit.
you go to pull your hands out of the gauntlets but he stops you by gripping your arms and pulling you closer and then your just kinda stuck there just moaning and whining while he has his way with you and he's laughing at you and idk katsuki come get me pls...
pervy!mikey finding any excuse to rub up against you >.< hands grippin' you hips all tight too !!!
this is so yummy wait
i can literally imagine michael trying to be all subtle about his desire for you but it practically bleeds through whenever you’re near.
you’re in the kitchen? hes coming up behind you under the guise of just ‘holding you’ as you cooked or washed your hands but you can feel his bulge pushing into your ass.
don’t even get me started on the hip grabbing, it seems innocent at first but it gets very handsy after a while.. his large hands groping and kneading the fat of your hips.
when you scold him—he only lets out a whine and tells you he isn’t doing anything wrong :( hes just tryna love up on you!
and in bed would be even worse.. you’re laying there peacefully and here he comes, rubbing his morning wood up against you and murmuring in your ear on how bad he needs to be inside you.
obviously, with a face like his, how can you decline?
thats why you always end up bent over or having your legs spread as he pushes his dick in and out your warmth—moaning about how he had been yearning to feel you, how he couldn’t help but want you!
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