his brow is scrunched in concentration as he lines his leaking tip up with your dripping pussy. he presses in only for him to pop out a second later, sending him sliding up against your puffy clit. you whine, thighs shaking, eyes round.
“shooo, think ‘s too big.” you squirm beneath him.
“just relax f’me.” he glances at your face before lining himself back up.
“i- mmf!” he presses his tip in. “sho!” your legs shake around his waist.
“doing so good.” he nods, sliding in another inch. “there you go, baby.”
he keeps inching in, bringing his thumb to your clit and rubbing little circles. drool pools at the corner of his lips looking at the bulge he creates. his tongue darts out, sliding across his lips, eyes looking up at your face.
“tell me how you’re feeling.” his voice strained as he keeps his hips still, thumb still circling lazily.
“full.” your lids heavy. “shoto ‘s big.” you squirm.
“i know, baby.” he nods. “but you’re doing so good. feel so good.” you watch his throat bob.
you slide a hand down your tummy and feel the outline of him. he can’t help the jerk of his hips at the sight, pulling a high pitched cry from your lips at the feeling.
“‘m sorry.” he pants.
“want you to move.” you blink up at him. “slow.” lashes fluttering as you feel him dragging out.
his jaw is set, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, fingers digging into your thighs as he starts to push back in. the breath is knocked from his lungs as you suck him back in, pussy wrapping around him so tightly he feels like he’s being choked.
“baby.” his voice cracks. “gotta relax.” his head drops.
“i’m- ngh! i’m trying.” your lip wobbles. “feels like you’re splitting me open.” your thighs twitch.
his thumb slides back down to your clit and you let out a shaky exhale. he slowly starts to move, ignoring the tightening in his lower stomach at how perfect you feel. your pussy’s still squeezing around him but finally easing up to let him move.
“sho..” your toes curl, your fingers wrapping around his wrist that’s playing with your clit.
“i know, i know.” he drags his eyes up to yours.
he leans down and presses his lips to yours, tongue sliding past your lips, swallowing down all your sounds as he starts to gently rock into you.
his trusts slowly make your mind fuzzy, warm pooling low in your tummy. your arms are wrapped around his back, hands traveling up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. you gasp feeling everything coming at once.
“sho ‘s- ‘m gonna ! mmf!”
he presses his forehead to yours, doing everything he can to keep his eyes open to watch you make the cutest faces as you cum around him. he can’t hold off anymore and fills you, hips stilling, pants fanning across your flushed skin.
“wanna go again.” you jerk your hips, pulling a breathy laugh from his lips.
——————
k. bakugo
he’s got your legs held up to your chest with one arm, his fingers wrapped tightly around his base as he lines himself up. you’re soaked, pussy fluttering around nothing, mocking him as your little hole pushes him out again.
“damnit, you gotta relax.” he huffs, cheeks red.
“katsss ‘m trying!” you whine. “just so big.” you push your lower lip out.
he exhales slowly and lines himself up again. he pushes his tip in, letting out a small laugh when he gets in another inch, pussy finally granting him access.
“there you go.” he pats your thigh.
“nghh! ‘s so..” your eyes squeeze shut.
“focus on this.” his rubs tight circles on your clit, sliding in another inch. “doing good.” he watches your lips part in a soft whimper.
your body feels like it’s on fire, he’s spilling you open so slowly, so thoroughly. when his hips are finally flush with yours, he rests your ankles on his shoulders and cups your face.
“still w’me?” he watches you peel your eyes open. “there you are.” he grins.
“‘m full.” you whine. “feel you in my tummy.” his composure drops for a second.
“just lemme know when i can move.” his thumb strokes your cheek and you lean into his warmth.
“now but just.. slow.” you peek up at him.
“yeah.” he nods, hands sliding from your face to rest on the mattress next to your head.
your breath gets caught in your throat at the feel of him pulling out, thighs twitching. he sinks back in, letting out a deep groan at the way your walls suck him back in. his pace is slow, almost antagonizingly so, brushing against your clit each time he bottoms out.
“kats ‘m- ! mmf ‘s s’good!! gonna- gonna !” your burst around him, orgasm catching you both off guard.
“fuck.” his fingers dig into the sheets.
you feel him twitch and start to fill you with him cum. you both are panting as you cling onto him, trembling beneath him.
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seeing your boyfriend hold babies does something to you.
cw: minors don’t interact, female reader, talk about having babies in the future, fingering, penetration, kissing, in a bathroom, in love couple :), haven’t proof read hahah
you’ve never been one to see yourself as maternal. you do like babies and children. sweet chubby faces with cute giggles that bubble up when one bounces on your hip or chatting with kids at your feet and answering one of their many why’s about the world. but you didn’t think much about motherhood, nor did you think men with babies really did anything for you.
well, you were wrong about the last part. greatly. what you had failed to consider is the love of your life, the most gorgeous man you know, holding babies.
you and bakugou katsuki, your boyfriend, were invited to your shared friend’s kirishima’s son’s first birthday party. in his back garden was a green deku themed bouncy castle, a long table of finger food snacks and another table with piles of presents. babies were everywhere. sitting with their parents, playing on one of the many colourful mats on the ground or gnawing on a sausage roll.
you were doing your best to help out. picking up half eaten carrot sticks and wrapping paper. bouncing between mothers and introducing yourself to kirishima’s family members you’re meeting for the first time. it’s only when you glance over to where you know your boyfriend is, your heart squeezes and twists.
bakugou is currently bouncing two babies at his waist. mumbling with them at a low tone as little hands palm at the stubble on his chin and another pair of hands tug at his gold chain. an adorable sight. a sight that tickles at your ovaries and itches at your brain to demand him for a child. he’s being a dream, helping out also. which mostly includes chatting with babies that end up at his feet and here he goes, picking up another to sit on his shoulders.
is it crazy to think it’s sexy? his muscled arms usually made to hurt and push buildings off bodies, now cradling chatty babies. his outfit so simple like always, a black tee that hugs his body and highlights the curves in his arms. then a comfy dark pair of jeans. he’s got three gold rings across his fingers and you told him earlier it’s probably best to take his earrings out incase a baby tugs them out. he’s not got a noticeable smile but to you, you can see the lift of his eyes and the relaxed droop of his shoulders. you don’t even think he’d say he’s good with kids but he’s definitely proving everyone wrong. especially when you look over to the mothers staring down your lover.
but when you look back, katsuki locks eyes with you.
“you good?” he mouths, bouncing the babies in his arms.
you bite down on your bottom lip. you were nervous to come since you only knew kirishima and nobody else. bakugou as god father and uncle to his son had much more to do than you did.
you nod, eyes soft.
he smirks back until a baby grabs at his nose and he looks at the child in shock.
you laugh to yourself, making way to the snack table.
now free from babies, a warm presence comes up behind you. not too intimate since this is the most pg gathering to ever exist.
“hey baby,” he mumbles, chin resting on your shoulder. he pops a cucumber chunk from your plate into his mouth.
“baby? you’ve remembered me?” you smile.
a grin floods his face as you spin around to face him. “i didn’t think i’d be so popular with them. they keep findin’ me.”
“all the mums here keep finding you too. everyone seems to love you holding a baby.” you don’t sound jealous, more amused as you break a carrot stick into your mouth.
“does that include you?” ruby eyes flutter to your lips, one hand holding your waist. usually at this point you’d be chest to chest, breathing in each other’s breath when his tone becomes like this. deep and gravelly.
you cock your head, “nope.”
bakugou huffs a laugh, “gonna go piss. wanna come?”
this might sound odd but it’s typical for you both to follow each other to the toilet. like two girls about to gossip in the bathroom. or two lovers about to share a private kiss.
“sure,” the words barely out before he takes your hand, strolling to kirishima’s upstairs bathroom.
bakugou shuts the bathroom door behind him as you push yourself up onto kirishima’s bathroom counter.
“you don’t really need to piss, do you?”
“no, just want to check in with you. missed you all day.”
large palms land at your knees to seperate them so he can slot his body in between. you shuffle since you’re wearing a skirt but bakugou keeps his eyes on your face, trying to judge how you’re feeling without words.
“missed like you missed me or like you wanted to talk to me and i was elsewhere?”
bakugou smiles, hands moving to your hips. you rearrange his chain so it’s symmetrical around his neck.
“both. that’s why i dragged you up here.” he kisses your mouth, not allowing you anytime to respond, “everyone keeps talkin’ my ear off about you.”
you frown, “me? saying what?”
he sighs, looking away from you while tonguing his cheek, “apparently i was the last person anyone would think to bring a girlfriend. kirishima’s friends sayin’ how i’m punchin’ which is true. then his aunties and grandparents sayin’ how lovely you are.”
your eyes gleam at the comments.
“sayin’ you’re so beautiful and talented after talkin’ to you. how we match. i agree, obviously.”
you’re overwhelmed from the compliments, you were just being yourself and who doesn’t love a great first impression.
“oh wow,” your hands land at his neck.
“yeah,” he mutters, giving into his gaze as his lips find yours again and he kisses you for longer. sweet pecks that have him chasing after you, hands squeezing your hips as if he wants more. he doesn’t thrust you into him though, just brushing his tongue against yours in a slow relaxed pace. your lower stomach heats.
though, you pull away, “ah, let’s not forget how adorable you’ve been today. playing with the babies and talking with them. you’re so good with kids.”
finally, he glances away with your lips, swiping across your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “did you think i’d be bad?” he whispers curiously.
“no! didn’t really think about it before now.”
bakugou hums in reply, “but back to you, made me proud to call you my girl. some of kiri’s cousins were askin’ about you and i got to tell them to fuck off.”
you laugh loudly, covering your mouth after but immediately he pulls your hand away. “you’re so childish.”
“fittin’ for the party.”
you both grin at each other, “but back to you. you’ve been sexy. i want you to pick me up and bounce me on your hip.”
bakugou throws his head back in a chuckle.
“also thought about how you’d look with our child.”
“you wanna have babies with me?”
your heart squeezes and you wonder how a man can make you feel so electric. hormones and endorphins pumping just through conversation and kisses. you’d give him anything he asked for, you think.
bakugou would give you anything you asked for. if you want a baby he’ll make it happen now.
“too soon, ‘ki. but one day would be cute.”
you hug him to you, bringing his body closer to press against yours. your arms hang at his shoulders as his hands sneak up your top on your bare skin.
“okay, just let me know,”
“that’s it? i just need to let you know when i want kids?”
bakugou is mindful not to mess up your makeup though he so badly wants to touch your face. instead, he kisses down your neck thrice, “does it have to be complicated?”
his words switch something inside of you as you stretch your neck, “i guess not.”
you already sound out of breath, skin hot and buzzing. you can tell bakugou is the same yet more composed. usually, it’s the other way around, getting you in a room alone is always inevitable for something to go down.
he drags you to him closer by the thighs, releasing a restless moan in your neck.
“i gotta say it baby, but can i get you off? then fuck you when we get back.”
you’re sure your body moulds to him, everything in you is dragging you to him. you kiss the corner of his mouth, along his jaw. bakugou squeezes your sides, palms burning into your skin. then he sneaks a hand up your skirt, finger tips running along the lace of your underwear.
“i feel like they’re already looking for you since you’re the godfather.”
“which means they’re lookin’ for you too. where else would i be if not with you?”
“don't be poetic or i’ll get on my knees.”
another chuckle rumbles through him and you tug at his shirt. he’s easy, pulling off his shirt and placing it by the sink.
“lemme get you off first. deal with me later,” then he grins all toothy when your hands press at his chest like it’s your first time seeing him half naked. “i can get you comin’ quick.”
you can’t even disagree with him, instead lightly pulling at his ear lobe. “all this talk from you. hurry up and prove it to me,” you try to sound harsher but a pout comes out along with a tilt of your hips for him to start.
“okay, okay princess.”
he’s quick to yank off your underwear. dragging the mint and white lace down your legs and placing the fabric on his tshirt. “already wet for me,” he whispers, eyes twinkling, “pull up your skirt for me.”
you do so in a rush, pulling up your skirt so your bare ass sits on the cold counter. it’s enough access for bakugou to pull your knees apart to see your pussy.
a groan leaves him without hesitation, muttering as if he’s being tortured, “so fuckin’ gorgeous.”
to be able to make a man like bakugou katsuki into this… yearning, close to begging, completely at your whims? it’s enough to inflate anybody’s ego.
there’s a second two of staring at each other, your hand curling around the back of his head when without warning, two fingers slide into your centre.
you’re already soaked so it’s easy, a high pitched moan escaping you. you bring him to you by his neck, your hand resting behind you to thrust into his fingers.
“oh katsuki,” you breathe, his fingers making a noisy squelch inside you. it’s truly divine, his fingers curling and brushing against your walls. then the beautiful harshness of the movement, moving like he would with his dick. “oh my— urgh.”
“i got you, baby,” he grips your hip, dragging the inside of his bottom lip up your neck. he’s so hard it’s almost painful.
you huff, pleasure blooming all through you. your hips jolt for more and more. “fuck me, katsuki. we can be quick.”
he flicks his eyes to you and he almost melts from your pleading stare. his dick is calling him stupid for what he’s about to say.
“i like taking my time with you,” he speaks behind his teeth, studying how your head throws back and your eyes squeeze shut with every thrust. “not in a bathroom. i want you on my tongue.”
you whine, “but i want your dick.”
can he deny you? fuck, he’s crazy for giving into you right now.
“you control me.” he snaps, pulling out of you to rub at your clit as his other hand yanks at his belt. “i was so sure and now i’m givin’ into you.”
your eyes widen like you’ve struck gold, the metal of his belt jingling and your mouth almost waters at the sight of his underwear band.
“thank you, katsuki,” you sing with all intentions to be annoying but it only makes him grab his cock out his underwear and squeeze for some relief.
“f-fuck,” he’s rock hard against his chest now his belt is out the way. the top of his dick leaks a little precome that makes you brush your thumb across it and pop it into your mouth. bakugou twitches at the contact, eyes lazing at the light of you.
“fucksake, with you lookin’ like that,” he positions himself at your entrance before sinking in.
glorious. he feels heavenly inside you, your hands grabbing at any part of him. you know you’re gonna have to apologise for the scratches on his back later. he stretches you out beautifully and you let out a moan as he pushes your thigh into your chest, making him lean in even deeper.
it’s just moans and whines between you both. thrust after thrust and you’re barely in the room as lips lay over yours.
“i love you,” you manage to get out between kisses until you gasp with a particularly hard thrust.
“love you with my life,” he strains, his thumb circling around your clit. it’s like a dance between you move. as he moves back, you come forward and vise versa. he moans after you and he knows when you push your thigh higher so you moan louder.
“come for me, baby,” he whispers, his thumb circling faster, with the friction from your wetness.
“yes, yes, just—,”
your pleasure takes over you, rippling through your body as you hold one of his biceps for grounding. the electricity becomes lightning inside you as for bakugou it’s thunder. booming through him in a growl as he comes right after with two jolts.
there’s heavy breaths as he pulls out of you. you’re empty all of a sudden and you’re reminded why you do usually prefer a bed. the desire to cuddle and hug him into a slumber. though you’re still at an event.
“shit,” he speaks, resting a hand under your chin, “you good?”
you bite down on your bottom lip at the sight of him. sweat along his hairline, shine across his arms. there’s even a pretty flush along his cheekbones as his eyes study you. just you.
“i’m good. let’s clean up and go back down.”
bakugou nods, opening up a cupboard to grab some wipes.
“when we get back i want a bath with you.”
you smile, as he swipes at your thighs, “okay.”
“wanna eat birthday cake in the bath with you.”
“okay, babe,” your smile widens.
he takes your underwear to pull it up your legs again. “this is why i say no to having sex with you like this. makes me all fuckin’ soppy.”
୨୧ pantyfucking w frat!sukuna ⋮ inspired by this twt visual
you told him you weren’t ready. not for that. not yet. and he didn’t argue. didn’t roll his eyes or crack a joke or try to talk you out of it like you half expected. he just nodded once. so unlike the loudmouthed frat boy everyone else thinks he is—and said, “then we won’t.”
but now?
now he’s got you pinned to his mattress, one big hand cradling the back of your head while the other grips your thigh, spreading you open beneath him like you’re already his. you’re still wearing your panties, but he’s pulled them to the side, just enough to slot his cock inside them—thick and heavy, flushed hot against your soaked slit, not in, but there—and sliding them back over you, binding you both to skin to skin contact.
you’re trembling. his chest presses to yours, bare and burning, his breath ragged against your ear as he ruts against you slow, dragging the full length of his cock along your pussy like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you through the friction. you feel everything—every twitch, every pulse, every stuttering breath he swallows when your slick catches on the swollen head of his cock.
“fuck,” he grits out, voice low and hoarse. “you’re so wet… i’m not even inside you and it feels like i am.”
your legs squeeze around his waist instinctively, trying to pull him closer. the head of his cock bumps your clit just right and you whimper, eyes fluttering shut.
he growls. buries his face in your neck. “you said no sex,” he murmurs, hips rolling down harder, dragging a moan out of you. “but you didn’t say we couldn’t fuck like this.”
your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in. it’s so much. the heat, the rhythm, the raw friction of his cock gliding up and down your slit with just your ruined panties keeping him from slipping inside. every stroke rubs your clit, slides along your folds, gets him messier and slicker as he keeps going, voice getting breathier.
“you’re drivin’ me fucking crazy,” he mutters against your skin. “you feel that? that’s me—grinding against this pretty pussy like a fuckin’ animal. you like that, sweetheart?”
you nod. breathless. desperate. your thighs are shaking and he hasn’t even been inside you. and he feels it—the way your pussy clenches around nothing. the way your body arches under his. he slips a hand between you, presses two fingers right above where his cock is dragging across your slit, pinning the fabric tighter to your clit.
you gasp. twitch. nearly cum on the spot.
“there it is,” he whispers, lips brushing your cheek. “that’s it, baby. rub that little pussy on my cock. get yourself off. show me how fuckin’ filthy you can be without me even fuckin’ you.”
you break first. you cum with a soft, choked cry, thighs trembling around his hips, your hands clawing at his back as your slick floods his cock, soaking the ruined cotton between you.
he doesn’t last long after that. his hips stutter, grinding deeper against your cunt until he’s groaning into your neck, cock throbbing as he cums in your panties, hot and thick and so disgustingly messy. it leaks onto your thigh, through your panties, between your folds, and he doesn’t move—not right away.
he just stays there. pressed to you. chest heaving. one hand on your cheek, thumb stroking softly, reverent like he didn’t just dryhump the soul out of you.
your face is hot. your legs are still around his waist. neither of you have moved. he’s breathing hard above you, arm shaky where it holds him up, pink creeping down his chest. he huffs a laugh under his breath. “sorry about your… uh,” he glances down pointedly, mouth twitching, “casualties.”
“we’ll get you new ones tomorrow,” he adds, like it’s obvious. like it’s already decided.
bakugou katsuki joined this new agency to train and gain experience to be the best. you just want him under your spell. he is so gorgeous after all.
warnings: minors dni. pro hero!bkg, oral (f), fingering (f), swearing, drinking (yn). i fear a closer to canon bkg than i usually write. lightly based popular girl x quiet grumpy guy, both pro heroes in an agency :)
in all the hero autobiographies bakugou has ever read, they forgot to mention how lonely it is when you transfer to a new agency, away from home, away from all your friends and you know absolutely nobody. though it’s fine, he's not here for a new family or friends or any of that shit, he's not even planning on being here for that long so not getting attached is probably the first rule for taking and leaving. he simply wants to get through his days unbothered, improve his skills and use them back home.
you were the first face he saw when he landed here. at the airport advertising facial cream and the side of his taxi looking sultry holding a new perfume. bakugou's not immune to a pretty face but there's always something unreal about a face on an advert. fine tune, edited, fake. he definitely didn’t expect that same face to be in the front row smiling softly up at him, excited that he’s joining the agency during his induction meeting. you look exactly how you did on the ad. fuck, probably even prettier.
he quickly finds out you're also a new upcoming hero because you're practically inescapable. it makes it easy to dislike you. you always involve him in group conversations, offer him a seat beside you, ask him how he’s finding it here. he hates how you look at him first when he walks in the room and he hates how people deem him worthy to talk to simply because they see you talking to him. like his quirk doesn’t make him hold up on his own, like he couldn’t blast everyone to death right here, right now.
what he despises most is how he was dragged to one of the work bar evenings after successfully handling a villain as a squad and you found him hiding at the bar to the side about to confess your crush on him. with your shiny lips, your glassy eyes from the alcohol and how you’re shy, fucking shy, unable to meet his eyes and twiddling your thumbs.
he fucking hates it, disgusted by it. what is there about him to like? he snaps at you, he avoids working with you on missions and he always declines your offers to hang out with your friends and… and… he’s here for one reason only, to gain experience to be the best hero and fuck off home after.
you shouldn’t like him, you’re better than this. he can barely look you in the eyes and he doesn’t mean to sharply inhale when he can smell your perfume in the room before he can see you. there are piles of guys at the agency that fawn over you, offer you drinks, equipment upgrades, dates. your fan mail now has three postboxes compared to everyone else who shares. he’s never given you shit, this feels like a fucking joke.
so when you lean on the bar, body facing him while he’s trying to find a bartender to get another soda water, you have the nerve to look insecure around him.
“dynamight… bakugou? i don’t know which you prefer, out of the agency?”
he sees how you command a room, how you wore these new shoes and the next day four women in the agency were wearing them. you’re wearing a vest that’s low cut and he’s not a teenager but from how you’re leaning on the bar, it’s a conscious effort to look away.
bakugou grunts like he’s already annoyed and you’re bothering him, “i don’t give a fuck. what do you want?”
and you don’t scurry under his gaze. not intimidated by his heavy brow bone that holds his two furrowed wheat blonde brows or how his ruby irises glisten as they squint.
“okay, so you might have probably guessed… but i have a small crush on you,” you bite down softly on your bottom lip, fiddling with the hem of your vest, “do with it what you want. it was just killing me not telling you!”
bakugou has no clue what to say about that. you’re about a foot shorter than him and he can see the rest of the agency members staring over at you two, guessing what you could possibly be talking about. he’s had girls confess to him before, he gets the most fanmail back home but women like you?
“why?” he spits, grabbing the soda water the bartender places in front of him and clutching the cold glass. you’re making his skin flush, his cheeks warm. he feels like his hands are going to start prickling from his quirk with how sweaty he’s become.
you laugh, even a snort falling out which makes your eyes widen in shock. “fuck,” you mumble under your breath, “ignore that, thanks. what do you mean why?”
bakugou has no clue what to make of you, what to do about you. “why the fuck do you like me? i’m not gonna be your bitch buyin’ you shit and cleanin’ every step you’re about to make.”
you roll your eyes, taking a swig of the beer you brought over. then you really think about his question for a few seconds, licking the foam across your top lip. bakugou’s eyes follow the motion until he remembers why you’re both in silence.
“why?”
“i think you’re sexy, pretty eyes too.” you point at his face, but then your eyes travel to his chest, “and your body. and… and i like how you don’t take shit from anyone and you’re good at your job.”
it’s like more reasons are flowing into you the more you talk, each one popping into you like a new idea.
“and you’re kinda shy around me—,”
“the fuck i am.”
“—which i think is cute and you always listen in briefings, never messing around. i also like how you act like you don’t really care about us but in missions you’re always around for back up if needed. chia told me she would’ve had her head sliced off if you didn’t push her out the way. i like that.”
“she needs to pay attention—,”
“oh and i like how you only speak when spoken to.”
that makes bakugou blink at you, “what is that supposed to mean?”
you’re talking with your hands now, “like you only talk to me if i talk to you. it’s very polite.”
bakugou feels as if someone’s knocked him out and woke him up in an alternate universe. how the hell can you interpret his behaviour as polite?
then he visibly sees the attraction on your face. you’ve got a small smile as you gaze at his biceps, thick and present in his black t-shirt, watching his lips pink and wet on his glass and then up to his eyes tilting your head slightly.
“is that enough reasons for you?”
bakugou looks away from you, facing forward towards the bar. physically you’re his type, you’re everyone’s type but he’d choose you in a room full of beautiful women if he had to. your personality, well there’s a couple things he likes about you despite how annoying you are.
“i don’t want to date you.”
“oh,” and you nod sharply, standing up straighter, “that’s okay, was just letting you know—,”
“i don’t date in general. i don’t date anyone.” it’s nothing personal, he’s trying to say.
“you’re not a virgin are you? you can’t be looking like that?”
bakugou’s eyes almost fall out of his head, usually he’s the direct one but sex… it’s still new for him, not a subject he can just talk about with anyone.
“what the fuck? no. i’m not, i’m not sayin' that.”
“ha, thought so,” you smile like you’ve got an answer right.
“i’m sayin’ i dont fuckin’ date so if you want a lil boyfriend i’m not doin’ that shit.” he finalises, looking at you to check your reaction.
he’s got no clue what you’re thinking, a frown like you’re trying to work him out. then you drink the rest of your beer and wave over the bartender. the guy notices you immediately, rushing over with big blinking eyes for your request.
“another beer please. thank you!”
then you’re back to bakugou, “what do you do?”
“hah?”
a fresh beer in front of you, “it’s on the house.”
you practically sparkle, fluttering your eyelashes, “thank you, honey.”
bakugou doesn’t know what it is that rumbles through him, piercing holes through the bartender until he rushes away to the other side of the bar.
“if you don’t date, what do you do? fuck?”
sex clearly is easy for you to talk about. he wonders if you have it often, with who? how do you like it? it’s curiosity and temptation that makes him ask. this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with each other.
“sometimes. don’t you?”
“sometimes,” you laugh. then you level him with a stare like you’re trying to figure out what’s at the back of his mind, “i think we’d be good at it together.”
he can’t tell if you’re flirting or you’re being genuinely honest. you’ve never really flirted with him he thinks, or not that he’s aware of. definitely not anything like calling him honey and that shit you just did with your eyes. you’re more upfront, kind to him. for fucks sake.
what’s even worse is bakugou doesn’t even know if he could satisfy you. he barely isn’t a virgin, with two girls in very basic missionary where he wasn’t even sure if they orgasmed or not.
“i… you… you can’t say shit like that.”
he pictures pleasuring you, eating you out in his bed with your knees on his shoulders or dropping to his knees in a closet in the agency while you have your hero gear on. he thinks about you declining gifts other guys get you and asking whether he wants to go home with you. he’s always fucking speaking when spoken to.
you exhale a small laugh, “i’m sorry. i’ll leave you. just… think about it. i’m fine with not dating.”
probably because you could date anyone you wanted so you have no reason to long for him. you take your beer with you as you spin around, jeans tight around your ass and flared past your thigh.
he hears you laugh loudly to the rest of the agency members, “i was just asking him who made his suit! he’s so stealthy on the field.”
bakugou swallows his soda water in one gulp, wiping his mouth and leaves without saying a word.
it’s only when he gets back to his small apartment that he finds your number in a group chat he has with all the agency heroes. your pretty profile picture, you sitting across a restaurant table with your head resting in your palm.
he jabs his fingers across his phone screen to type out a message.
This is my address if you ever want to come around: xxx
your reply only takes three minutes,
i’ll let you know :)
bakugou would have thought that conversation was a fever dream if he didn’t have the texts to prove it. you give him even less attention than you did before. still involving him in conversations, standing next to him in briefings which pisses him off so much that he just offers his seat to you so he stands instead. now he finds you in a room first, your eyes so much slower to find his face unlike before when you were always staring.
he did however, listen to two lower level heroes complain about how one of them asked you on a date to which you politely declined that you have a crush on someone else. he fucking hopes that’s still him.
he’s itching for you to ask to come over and every time he sits in his temporary apartment the loneliness that was welcome before only feels like a punishment.
so the next day in the agency, he storms over to where you’re sitting on a table with a group of your hero girlfriends showing them something on your phone.
“yn, i need to talk to you,”
the conversation dies immediately and bakugou has three pairs of eyes staring at him, each for a different reason. he tries to only focus on yours, then the phone in your hand which is a photo of you in a lingerie shoot for a brand.
ruby eyes flicker to you then the screen then you. you’re crawling on the ground, in a red and white lingerie set, christmas themed with white fluff along the bra cups and your panties waistband. you look insane, smooth, gorgeous and fuck…
you tilt your head at him, placing your phone in your lap.
“what’s wrong?” he never talks to you first.
“i need to fuckin’ talk to you.”
your girls look at you with a frown so you shrug, hopping off the table and walking over to him. he’s in a white t-shirt this time, black baggy cargo trousers and his chunky black boots. it makes your mouth water staring at him, even the perfectly faded hair on his nape and the scars along his arms. the scar on his cheek is your favourite, you’ve spent a few nights imagining kissing it, having it against your thigh, sitting on—
“not here,” he mumbles and dynamight, bakugou, grabs your hand in front of everybody and drags you into an empty meeting room.
your eyes are wide in shock as he locks the door behind him and pulls down all the blinds.
“everyone is going to think we’re having sex in here.”
you notice his stomach tense first, then his jaw.
“you’re always talking about fuckin’.” he grunts like it pains him, walking over to you with crossed arms.
nothing about him terrifies you, it only intrigues you more. “so why’d you drag me in here?”
bakugou knows how he’s going to sound before he says it, how he’s gonna sound like one of those bitch loser boys that follow you around the agency and listen to you decline their offers. but you always do it nice enough that they stay close.
“why haven’t you texted me?”
“have you texted me?”
you’re about to pull out your phone to check but bakugou shakes his head, “no.”
“then? what am i texting you?”
bakugou feels like his head is about to explode, that he needs to punch a sand bag to let out some steam or something. he’s all agitated, scratching the back of his head as you lightly perch your ass on the massive table, resting your arms behind you as you lean back. you’re not even giving him your full attention.
“you wanted to date me, you told me that and i haven’t heard shit from you since.”
“i said i was okay with you not wanting to date me. did you want to hear from me, dynamight?”
you’re taunting him, trying to draw something deep within him out for you to play with. you’re in a matching white gym set, a tennis skirt and a tight vest because you have quirk training in an hour, just like he does.
you’re gazing at whatever leftover paperwork is on the table when he steps in close to you. both your feet between his legs.
bakugou is large, overwhelming. smells sweet with a face that is even sweeter.
“hmm?” you ask, tilting your head up at him.
“do you always get what you want?” he growls and you notice his gold canine, “i’m not a fuckin’ plaything, yn.”
“i never said you were. you never said you liked me or wanted to date me or have sex with me. you just sent me your address. use your words, dynamight. a girl is getting mixed signals here.” you drawl.
he’s yet to touch you but you feel him. the heat from his skin and you just have to lean in for his forearms to press against your breasts.
your hair falls behind you as you look up at him, leaning back on your arms. you’re expectant, open.
“i hate that i like you. everyone fuckin’ likes you.” he spits and you smile like he’s confessed his undying love for you.
“you’re cute.” you cheese and he steps into your space, so you feel how hard he is against your lower stomach.
“don’t call me that. nothin’ about me is cute,” he grits his teeth.
you’re stunned at how riled up you’ve got him. it’s only been three days since he texted you, since the conversation at the bar and he’s reeling for you. the feeling of his crotch has you feeling delirious, opting to sit up on the table to press your breasts into him.
“it would be cute if you got on your knees for me.” you suggest, pouting your lips like it’s a valid option. your nails tap against the wooden table.
bakugou splutters. yes he’s thought about this, yes in the agency, yes with you. but now faced with the opportunity he’s a fumbling idiot, “i’m not doin' shit for you in the agency. we fuckin’ work here.”
you roll your eyes like a spoilt princess. hand on his chest to push him away from you, “fine then, i’m going to get ready for my session—,”
bakugou can only think of you going to get it from someone else, someone in the agency, one of your beloved fans, just anyone fucking else that isn’t him. his cock pulses against his zipper, he feels as if he’s losing blood to his brain.
“for fucks sake,” he wraps his fingers around your wrist to shove you back onto the table and to your joy, dynamight gets on his knees for you.
you giggle, fucking giggle at him, as he flips up your skirt to face your plain white laced underwear. the band is the same as that brand sponsor you were showing your girlfriends earlier. he cocks his jaw at the patch of wetness, a dark grey that highlights the shape of you.
“you don’t wear shorts under this? you want all the fuckin’ losers here to see your pussy?” he curses, barely able to contain himself. you notice him reach down to adjust himself, pressing his palm on his crotch for some type of release.
“i put them on later, dynamight. they’re a little suffocating.” you rake your hands through his hair, catching him by surprise. he’s like a dog when he leans into you, surprised he likes it himself, “i’ve always wanted to do that. you’ve got such thick hair.”
it’s the compliments. the fact you’ve thought about him.
“katsuki. my name is katsuki.”
you don’t have it in you to reply yet as katsuki roughly pulls down your panties and presses on your stomach so you lean back. you obey, letting him push apart your thighs.
the groan he releases is the best praise you could ever get, how he stuffs his head between your legs and inhales, his eyes closing shut.
“you’re so fuckin’… fuck,”
he feels obsessed, addicted just by sight and smell. what pisses him off the most is that he knew you’d be like this, fucking pretty everywhere. with your neat patch of hair and your clit, a bulging little button right at the top. your hole tenses around nothing and bakugou only feels like a virgin in this the moment, acting on instinct because he’s never eaten a woman out before.
fuck knows he’s not admitting that to you.
“i’m what, katsuki?”
“you’re gorgeous, i don’t needa tell you.”
“my first compliment from you. i’m so lucky,” you drawl, opting to lay back on your forearms and hang your head back. he’s not sure if you give a fuck about him, he’s not sure if he even cares right now.
bakugou lifts your thigh onto his shoulder, holding your hips down and putting his face where he’s wanted. he goes off your reactions, your moans and twitches.
he knows when he’s doing particularly good when you grip a tuft of his hair, holding him to your pussy with strength he didn’t know you possessed. he laps you up, swallows what he can. it’s your clit that drives you insane, every suck has you gasping abruptly, your hand flying to your mouth so you’re not loud. every time he moans into you, your thigh jolts, squeezing his head and locking him in. he thinks you’re close, when your breathing begins to stutter, your chest rising so far up your breasts cover your face.
that’s when he takes his lips off you, just for a second but that’s enough for you to look down at him with a glare that rivals his on his worst days.
“why’d you stop?” as soon as the words leave your lips you’re faced with a picture of sex. your clit rings a dull throb through you at the sight of bakugou katsuki, lower half of his face coated in your shine as he leans against your thigh, aroused out of his mind, eyes half shut. you might have bitten off more you can chew with this one.
“patience. did nobody teach you that?” he rolls his eyes at you.
though he’s not up for torturing you for long as he presses his lips into your thigh at the same time two of his thick fingers slide into you. it feels delightful, pleasure spreading through you like waves hitting rocks. he curls his fingers, brushes them against your walls and creates a rhythm, one that sounds wet and gushy.
“katsuki… oh fuck, you’re so, this feels so good,”
bakugou’s first smile when he landed in this city rises on his cheeks because he’d be an idiot not to with words like that from a woman as gorgeous as you. his first time doing foreplay and he’s got you shaking, gripping the wrist he’s fingering you with for stability.
he bites down on your thigh and your hand finds your mouth again, biting down on your fingers so you shut up.
“next time we’re doing this it’s in my fuckin’ apartment like i said. i wanna hear you scream for me.”
once he’s sure he’s left bruises along your thighs, he kisses your clit, fingers pistoling inside you.
“you gonna come for me, pretty girl? you look like you’re fallin’ apart.” he’s grinning like a mad man, all his teeth on show, holding your legs apart because they keep trying to lock around his head.
“y-yes, katsuki. wanna come so bad,” you splutter, fingers in his hair, laying back against the table. “please.”
he lets you, lips around your clit as he sucks harshly, lacking any finesse but that’s how you like it apparently. messy, rough, everything. he keeps his fingers going as you begin to mumble shit he can’t make out. your back arches off the table, thighs tensed.
you’re orgasming, you’re coming on his fucking face.
“oh my fuh—oh,” you garble, then a gasp and a trapped moan against your hand.
bakugou keeps going until you push him off you with a hand on his forehead. he moves, blinking up at you dazed, his smile refusing to die down. getting a job done, fuck, making you orgasm feels better than whatever he’s ever done before. in his sex life, in his career.
“s-sorry overstimulated,” you breathe, laying back on the table just to regulate yourself. getting your breathing back to normal, your thoughts out of the fuzzy desperation of a release.
bakugou stands up, cock painfully pressed against his cargos though he doesn’t touch himself. just looks at where your skirt is still unflipped as he sucks his two fingers, then wipes across his face with the back of his hand.
“you have a pretty smile,” you say, slowly sitting up.
you look exhausted, sleepy, definitely not as lively as you usually look in the morning. all because of him.
“fuck off with the compliments,” he rumbles. the smile drops as soon as it arrives, instead being replaced with a hot flush on his cheeks.
“you love them. if anything katsuki,” you say sweetly, so sweet he’s following your lips for more, “i’d say you have a crush on me.”
“i like eating your pussy out,”
you roll your eyes, hopping off the table and pulling up your underwear to get ready to leave. you’re fixing your clothing, leaving your hair how it is. you look at the clock, you’ve both got ten more minutes.
“i already told you i like you. that’s the fuckin’ same as a crush.”
you look over at him, that few seconds of silence made him overthink. your cheeks swell simply at how cute the word sounds coming from his mouth. you hop back over to him to stand right under his chin. you like that he hasn’t asked for you to touch him, how he’s only touched himself once since you’ve been here.
“still don’t wanna date me?”
he can feel your breath on the lower half of his face and you can smell yourself on him. bakugou wants to kiss you, every neuron in his brain is telling him to do it. so he leans in, his top lip brushing against yours until your hand slips between both your lips.
“i don’t kiss on the first date or even before it,”
“you let me do all that before taking you out.”
“because you looked like you wanted to do it so badly, katsuki.”
“don’t make it sound like you let me do that for myself?”
“didn’t i?”
you spin out of his grasp, hand on the door knob, “walk out a few minutes after me and fix your hair. you look like you just gave me head.”
then you’re out and bakugou feels like ripping something apart when the first thing he hears is you thanking someone, a guy, for saying your hair looks pretty today.
he closes his eyes and counts to ten. then readjusts himself in his trousers. he takes his hand through his hair, using his phone camera to check he’s somewhat decent.
you drive him insane, you’re annoying, irritating. he turns out of the meeting room, back to where all the heroes are standing in time for training. he finds you first but you’re already immersed in a big group, chatting away while everyone listens like it’s gospel. it almost has his legs dragging towards you, until you notice him. you don’t stop talking but you wink at him. your left eye and you’ve reapplied gloss, lips shiny.
he’s fucked and what’s worse is he thinks he dug his own hole getting involved with you. especially as he can see another guy staring at you like you hung the moon and one with his head held high, storming over to you asking a question. you shake your head though, seeing you mouth something about training.
when the clock strikes for you to get started with training, you first look for bakugou. weaving through the crowd of heroes guided by his blonde head. once you begin to walk, you’re side by side and he brushes his fingers against yours.
“if i date you, you’re gonna claim me? stop all these other fuckers askin’ you out?”
“i’m not a possession, katsuki. depends on how the dates go.” then you mumble something to your friend, nodding. then back to him, “i’ll see you later, okay?”
it’s the first time he notices a wave of questioning in you and bakugou wants to quell that flame instantly.
“yeah. yes. later.”
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Summary: The life of a superhero is tough, especially as a protege of Wonder Woman. Alas, you've had to find ways to cope; Dick helps you find a more...satisfying outlet. Or, the delusional dry-humping Dick Grayson we deserve.
Warnings: 18+, smut, haley aka best dog, best-friends-to-lovers, sub!Dick, dry-humping, unprotected sex,
divider by: @strangergraphics-archive
You and Dick were friends, just friends, nothing more. You’d been friends for years; Dick trained with Bruce, and you trained with Diana. Your childhood was spent alongside him, yet it had only ever been platonic. All that to say, you couldn’t explain his longing glances. You tried to forget about it, but the thought of his stares crawled into the back of your mind.
After your stint as a sidekick to Diana, you knew you needed a change of scenery. Spending months at a time on Themyscira seemed idyllic, but it was mainly spent with nothing but nonstop training. When you had told Dick of your conundrum, he offered his spare bedroom. You accepted, despite the worrying feeling growing in your stomach—how would you handle being so close to him and not kissing him? It was utterly infuriating.
The stipulation for moving out was still training with Diana a few times a week. You loved your mentor—she had moulded you into the warrior you were today. But you did have a few issues. Diana’s training style was built on the essence of keeping you on your toes. She never repeated a movement, nor showed any hesitancy in her hits.
She had told you when you were little that the only thing you needed for battle was the divine courage of your Amazonian ancestors. While that sentiment was sweet, Diana seemed to forget how you lacked the complete strength of an Amazonian. You weren’t just a human, nor were you really an Amazonian. You always felt lost. What you wanted in Diana was to confide in her, but her responsibilities as Wonder Woman went beyond you.
You wondered what life would be like if you were just a human; you’d seen powerless heroes fight with the skill of a warrior. Dick had always impressed you, frequently besting your hand in combat. When the two of you sparred, it was playful. When you and Diana sparred, she pushed you beyond your brink. You were exhausted—you just couldn’t keep up.
You sighed, before unlocking the door—trying to settle your tense muscles. You moved through your routine like clockwork, letting your coat hang on the rack. You heard Dick in the kitchen with his soft humming, but you couldn’t even work up the strength to smile. You slid your sneakers off, barely sparing the boy a glance as your door shut behind you.
Dick had known you for years, and you were never this distant. He popped his head out of the kitchen, waiting for you to come out of your room—yet you never did. It was strange. He knocked on your bedroom door, shuffling his hands into his pockets. You opened the door, now clad in your pyjamas. He could see the exhaustion radiating off you.
“Hi…” You mumbled, staring up at Dick.
His mouth parted—how could he convey just how dull you seemed? He sighed softly, “You look tired…everything okay?”
You huffed—you knew why you looked tired. You barrelled into the couch, curling against the cushions, “Had training with Diana…again.”
Dick’s eyes followed you as you sat, before settling beside you, “That bad, huh?”
You let out a shuddery sigh, laying your head against his shoulder. You felt like you were going to break—your eyes were completely glassy, and your throat was tight. Everything had built up, and you were afraid it was all going to break.
When you stopped responding to him, Dick’s heart sank. He gazed at you, noting the way you refused to meet his eyes. He gently caressed your cheek, “Hey, you know you can always talk to me?”
You sniffled softly, eyes finally meeting him. How could you explain the debilitating feeling of weight against your soul? “It’s too much, Dickie…” Your voice broke.
It had always been hard for you to show your pain—Dick learnt that at a very early age when you had gotten stabbed on patrol and didn’t flinch. He knew you were carrying so much baggage, and he would always be there for you.
Dick pulled you into his arms, shushing you gently as you cried, “Deep breaths for me, Wonder. It’s all gonna be okay. I think you’re doing a great job.”
His words soothed you, lulling you into a sense of calmness. It was okay, everything was okay. You repeated the mantra in your head, letting Dick pull you against his chest. You yearned for his embrace, as your whole body curled against his.
“Just close your eyes. I’m not going anywhere.”
When you opened your eyes, you were surprised with Haley, Dick’s dog, licking your hand. You giggled as you looked down at the pup, letting your hand scratch along her head. Your soft coos to Haley is what Dick woke up to—and boy, how he wished he could wake up to you every day. When you looked at Dick, your heart fluttered: he looked so handsome in the morning, with the mussing of his hair.
He yawned softly before he glanced down at Haley with a smile, “Haley, did you wake our Sleeping Beauty up?”
Haley yipped, nudging her nose into Dick’s hand. She wanted Dick’s attention before her gaze went back to her dog bed. She trodden back to her nap spot, lying down with her belly up.
Your attention fell back onto Dick again as he pulled you into his lap, hand caressing your thigh. It was such a simple action, but it stirred something inside of you.
“Dick…”
His eyes widened as he immediately stopped his actions—what had he been thinking? He pulled his hand back, “Sorry, I didn’t—”
You grabbed his hand, intertwining it with yours, “Don’t stop…please.”
With your sweet voice, he would do anything you asked of him. He leaned into your lips before capturing yours. It was the kind of kiss that made your head heavy, had your thighs squeezing together. You sighed into his kiss, listening to the heaviness of his breath.
When he pulled away, he held your cheek in his hands just to look into your eyes, “Can…I keep going?”
“Please Dickie…”
Your words entranced him as he held you tighter. He would give you the world, expressing his passion in his sloppy kisses.
“You’re so pretty,” He groaned, his kisses growing increasingly more needy. He explored your mouth with his devious tongue, moaning at your taste. tongue slipped in.
Dick needed you closer; he tugged you farther down on his lap. He took the moment to just admire you; you were so beautiful. He grasped your hand tightly, sliding it over his chest. He wanted you to feel his love, to know just how deeply he cared for you. You groaned as he tugged you closer, lips melting against yours.
You stared at one another, as a burning question at the back of each of your minds—would you ruin the friendship by sleeping with each other? You wanted his touch so badly, but you didn’t want your relationship to suffer.
Dick held your cheeks, noticing your distress, “I can just…I don’t have to put it inside. It won’t count.”
You nodded, happy with his reasoning, “Okay, fuck please…”
He reached for your sweatpants, hands curling under the fabric as he pulled them down. He smiled to himself, noticing the little D.G. sharpied in the back—you always wore his clothes. Seeing your bare legs, Dick couldn’t help but kiss them, to caress you. He would show you his deep devotion.
When he removed his own sweatpants, you couldn’t help but groan. You weren’t sure his boxers could contain him, not with the way the fabric strained. You shuffle farther down in his lap, rubbing your pink panties against his clothed cock. He held onto your waist, rocking himself into you, the two of you dry-humping like teenagers.
It felt incredible—Dick needing you completely for his pleasure. You returned to his lips, sucking into his mouth as he dragged across your swollen clit. You and Dick were insatiable. You rode along his cock as if it were inside of you, letting him slide across your wet cunt. It became easier to glide with your wetness coating the fabric, but you weren’t the only one. Dick’s boxers had begun to leak as his tip shifted against the fabric. You felt fuzzy, as if it was just you and Dick in this little world.
Dick was completely at your mercy—he knew you’d feel good, but oh God. His cock nudged against the fabric, both he and his member agreeing on something; they needed to be inside of you. He told himself he’d just rut against you, letting his cock slide against your slick. It was messy, both of your arousals mixing together. He hissed as he thrusted deeper into your lap, almost breaching your hole. “Christ, sorry.”
You stopped his movements, looking into his eyes, “Don’t be sorry, just…”
You pouted as you gently pulled down your panties. Dick’s fingers swiped through your folds; It was so wet, so hot.
He held his cock in his hand—your pussy clenching at the thought of him stretching you out. But you’d restrain yourself, sure you would. Dick gently slapped his cock against your wet pussy, wanting to tease you a bit. It would’ve been mean had it not struck your clit and sent shocks down your spine. He let himself fully rut against you, your pussy gliding over his cock.
His whines grew louder—it was a noise complaint in the making. Your hands dipped into his mouth, closing around your fingers and sucking on them. You moaned at his submission, pussy leaking against his member.
You kissed him harder; there was no restraint, it was sloppy and rushed. His cock slid through your folds softly, but it wasn’t enough. “Faster…” You cried.
Dick’s movements grew faster, as requested. It was too much, but it was so good.
The entire time Dick was trying to be a gentleman, to restrain himself. But he couldn’t anymore, not with your soft, whiny moans. However, it had been an accident when his tip slipped in, “Fuck, didn’t mean to…”
But your pussy welcomed him in, and so did your moans. He nodded, “Okay, just the tip then.” He thrust back in, meaning your pussy clenched around his mushroom tip. You gently moved up and down the edge of his cock, riding him like a toy. He pushed the tip out before pushing back in.
Dick was unsure why he was restraining himself when he saw how badly you were trying to hold back. Maybe it would be fine. You were just so warm around him, and so fucking tight. If it was a bad idea, why did it feel so good? Your pussy was calling to him.
He answered her call by pushing deeper into you, your pussy clenching on his shaft. He kept his movements slow, just in and out.
He guided you onto your side, gently hitching up your leg as before his cock thrust back in. The new angle had you opening wide—you arched back, trying to push yourself further onto his cock. He moaned, his lips finding yours in a desperate state.
His eyes squeezed closed as he held onto you tightly, “I need to fuck you…please.”
How could you say no to that? You pushed your leg farther behind your head, Dick salivating at your flexibility—this opened a whole wide world of positions. He smirked, rocking his pelvis into you, stretching you nicely. He eased any of your distress as his hands teased your nipples—he wanted you to feel nothing but pleasure.
Your pussy was made for him, as she clenched down along his shaft. Dick couldn’t take it anymore. His teary eyes found yours, “Please, let me fill you up.”
His voice broke as he tried to keep his tight thrusts, “Please…oh, let me come.”
“Yeah, my birdie wants to come…do it then.”
You felt his grip tightening around you—listening to, at last, his whimper, “Please come with me…Oh fuck…”
His cock throbbed inside of you, squeezing before it burst. His load spurted into you, the warmth comforting. You had followed quickly behind him, thanks to your tactical fingers around your clit. Your pussy clenched down, milking his cock every drop worth. It was heaven—a sticky heaven. Aftershocks ran through both of you as you held him tight.
He whimpered against you, coming down from his high, “Thank you…oh fuck, so good.” It had been a long wind-up, so the coming-down was tiring. He gently pulled out, watching as his cum leaked down your thighs.
He gasped before pushing back in, “Don’t want to waste a drop.” You let him stuff you full of his cum as you bit your lip—he was slurping against your folds. You knew you needed him to eat you out for every meal.
The two of you sighed, still tightly connected, foreheads resting against one another. Sweat beaded across your forehead, and you were sticky—yet, none of that mattered to you. Dick was here with you, and you both were safe. It made your heart flutter. Dick held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head.
“I know that wasn’t really just the tip, sorry…”
You giggled as you held onto his hand, “I wanted all of you, that’s what I got.”
“Good,” He nodded, before kissing your lips, “I love you.”
Your heart fluttered, “I love you too, Dick Grayson.”
“mmm.” you lean back into him when you feel his fingers ghosting up your waist.
“shh.” he presses a kiss to the back of your neck.
his hand slips between your thighs, he loves when you’re like this. sleepy and warm, curled up in the blankets and not quite up for the day.
his fingers slide through your honeyed folds, humming at how you rock against his fingers. his cock twitches, a bead of pre leaking out before he lifts your thigh and slides through your slick. he slowly pressed into you, breath fanning across your neck.
“sho.” your fingers tangle in the sheets.
“i’m here.” he starts to rock into you.
your warmth wraps around him, hugging him so tight in your velvet warmth. his hand creeps around your front, stopping to knead at your chest and roll your nipples. you press your ass back against him and he buries his head in your neck.
everything melts away as he fucks you so slowly, so tenderly. a small gasp leaves your lips, body going taut when your pleasure washes through you unexpectedly. he fills you with his warmth not a second later, staying buried inside as you both fall back asleep.
—————
k. bakugo
he can’t help it when you look so soft and sweet like this. thighs already parted, showing him that you’re already slick, his shirt riding up to your tummy just inviting his touch. his hands are on you, touching as softly as he’s able.
“kats.” you whine, parting your legs for him.
“i know.” his morning voice drips into your ears.
your breath catches when he slides in, pulling your hips back against him. his slow pace melts your mind, you feel every vein and ridge as he rocks in and out of you. he’s panting in your neck, trying so hard to keep this pace for you.
“mmf.” your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure.
“i got you.” he presses a kiss to the side of your neck.
each roll of his hips makes your tummy tighten until your pleasure crests and leaves you softly gasping. his pleasure is a moment behind yours, filling you with warmth and making you feel so full. he holds you closer, tighter, still snuggly inside while sleep takes you both back.
aizawa loves to make you grind on his bulge when you're needy for him. it feeds his ego to hear your frustrated whines, to feel the heat of your core through layers of clothing. it's one of the few times he calls you kitten, too, when you claw at his chest as the ridge of his cock slots between you just right. a slow, cocky smirk on his lips when he leans back in his chair and bounces his knee. "what's the matter? little kitten too tired to make herself cum?"
telling bkg that he could spit in ur mouth during sex if he wanted and he looks at you absolutely disgusted but the next time he’s inside you he’s lightly pulling your jaw open and doing it. after he’s grinning, looking very insane.
a/n: ty for the love on my first fic (,,>﹏<,,) here’s another
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s. todoroki
your breath hitches when your knees are pressed to your chest and ankles thrown over his shoulders. he sheaths himself inside you in one smooth motion. with one slow roll of his hips he has you moaning. his fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls out.
“been thinking about this all day.” he mutters, sinking back into you.
his movements aren’t rushed but he’s fucking you so deep you can feel him in your throat. each snap of his pulls another whimper from your parted lips. he leans down over you, pressing you further into the mattress and staring into your eyes.
“needed you all- nngh, all day.” he pants.
“‘m here.” you reach up with a weak hand and cup his cheek. “you can- mmf, take it out on meEE!”
those words send his mind reeling. his hips snap into you with more urgency. his brow is scrunched as he fucks into you faster, harder. your toes are curling, tummy tightening, pussy leaking all over him.
your gummy walls flutter around him, pulling the lowest groans from his throat. he pushes your legs closer, bending you in half as he props himself up to watch him sink in and out of you.
his stomach flexes when he sees the creamy mess you’re leaving all over him. strings of slick keeping you both connected every time he pulls out. one of his hands leaves your thigh and presses on your lower tummy.
“shoto!!” your orgasm slams through you.
he curses lowly, hips slowing as he starts to fill you with his hot pleasure. each roll of his hips makes it leak out of you and drip down your ass. he watches you tremble beneath him, whining softly and grabbing for him.
“not done yet.” he grinds his still hard cock into you. “you can take some more f’me.” he leans down and presses his lips to yours.
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k. bakugo
you look up at him with round eyes before he grabs your ankle and flips you. his fingers dig into your hips and lift your ass into the air before giving you a sharp spank. the bed dips behind you and he slams himself into you, stealing your breath.
“arch your fucking back more.” one of his hands smush into your lower back.
he’s fucking into you so fast your arms are already giving out. he laughs watching you slide against the sheets as he uses your pussy. he leans down over you and sinks his teeth into your shoulder.
“ahh!!” your pussy squeezes around him.
he humps into you like a wild animal, leaving marks all over your neck and shoulder. he’s grunting into your neck, taunting you before he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head to the side.
“open your mouth.” he grunts. you part your lips and he spits into your mouth, grinning at your whine. “good fucking girl.” he smashes your head back into the sheets.
each snap of his hips has more of your juices leaking down your thighs. he’s gripping your hips so tightly you can already feel the bruises that you’ll have tomorrow. he pulls your ass back to meet his thrusts, smirking at your broken moans.
“‘m gonna- gonna ahh ahhh!” you bury your head in the sheets.
“then cum.” he snarls, spanking you again.
you burst around him, pleasure rocking through your body. his pace barely falters before you feel him fucking his cum into you. he keeps snapping his hips into you not even giving you a break before he lifts you up against his chest.
“you’re not goin anywhere.” he grunts into your ear. “not fuckin done.”
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just his voice, low and rough in your ear like he already knows the answer.
“you still awake.”
you blink at the ceiling with a grin, “…yeah.”
there’s a pause on the other end, you can hear movement— shifting.
“tch. figures.”
he doesn’t hang up though.
you roll onto your side, pulling the blanket closer. “what’s wrong?”
“nothin’,” katsuki mutters immediately. too fast. “just—”
another pause, longer this time.
“…apartment’s too fuckin’ quiet.”
your chest tightens at that, he never says things like that outright. not unless it slips.
“you just get back?” you ask softly.
“yeah.” you can hear him exhale through his nose, tired. “showered already, can’t sleep.”
he doesn’t elaborate, he doesn’t need to.
you picture him on the couch, phone pressed to his ear, head tipped back, eyes half-closed, adrenaline still not fully gone.
you smile a little, “…and you called me.”
“don’t get weird about it,” he snaps, but there’s no heat. “just needed… noise.”
“mhm,” you hum. “my voice counts as noise now?”
“…yeah.” quieter, “s’fine.”
you let the silence sit between you, comfortable, heavy in that late night way where everything feels closer than it should.
then—
“…you doin’ anything?”
“just laying here…”
another pause.
“what’re you wearin’?”
he clears his throat immediately after, “—not like that. jus’— curiosity.”
you laugh softly, “you’re so bad at lying.”
“shut up.”
you can hear him shift again, breathing a little heavier now that you’re picturing each other.
“…you sound..tired,” you say.
“don’t start.”
“i’m not,” you promise. “just— are you okay?”
he exhales, slower this time.
“…yeah. just don’t hang up.”
your thumb brushes the edge of your phone. “i wasn’t planning to.”
the line goes quiet again, you swear you can hear him breathing. deep, steady, like he’s grounding himself through the sound of you still being there.
after a minute, you say it casually— too casually.
“hey… you wanna facetime?”
dead silence.
“…absolutely not.”
you grin. “why!?”
“‘cause i hate it.”
“you hate a lot of things.”
“this one’s justified.”
you roll onto your stomach, chin in your pillow. “c’mon. just for a minute. i miss your face.”
he scoffs, “…we literally talked yesterday.”
“and?”
another pause. you can almost see him debating it— jaw tight, pride warring with want.
“…fine,” he mutters. “but don’t fuckin’ stare.”
you’re already smiling when the call switches.
his camera turns on before yours— and there he is.
hair still damp, one arm stretched along the back of the couch. faint marks along his forearm from earlier, barely visible under the warm light.
he catches your eyes flicking over him instantly.
“…i said don’t look at me like that.”
you don’t even deny it. “like what?”
“like— that.”
you hum innocently and tilt your camera so he can see you curled up in bed, soft and warm and very much his.
his jaw tightens, just a little.
“…you look comfortable,” he mutters.
“you could be too,” you say. “if you’d just come to bed.”
he snorts, “yeah. sure.”
but he doesn’t look away and neither do you.
“you sittin’ or still pretendin’ you don’t need rest?” you ask quietly.
there’s a pause on the line. you hear fabric shift, a faint exhale through his nose.
“…m’ sittin’,” he mutters.
“katsuki,” you warn, already knowing.
another pause. then, annoyed but compliant, “fuckin’—fine.”
you hear it then— the soft thud of him dropping back onto the mattress, springs creaking under his weight. he doesn’t say anything at first. just breathes, slower now. heavier.
“there,” he says finally. “happy?”
“turn over,” you tell him.
he scoffs, “you serious?”
“on your side. you never sleep right on your back.”
silence. then the rustle of sheets again, followed by a low, resigned huff.
“…you remember everythin’,” he mutters.
“someone has to.”
he goes quiet after that. not asleep— just listening. you can tell by the way his breathing hitches every time you shift on your end, like he’s picturing it.
“phone still there?” you ask.
“yeah,” he replies, voice rougher now. closer. like he pulled it nearer to his mouth. “don’t hang up.”
you smile to yourself. “i’m not!—“
silence
“…talk,” he says, softer. not a command this time. almost hesitant. “just— talk to me.”
you begin to murmur softly into the phone, your voice low and soothing as you talk to him. you tell him about your day, recounting mundane details like what you had for lunch or a funny situation that happened during your work, anything to keep him engaged and focused.
katsuki listens intently, occasionally making small noises of acknowledgement, a hum here, an mmm there. his breathing starts to even out gradually as he settles deeper into the mattress.
you can hear the sudden sound of shifting and fabric, then the sound of him grunting softly.
katsuki's breathing picks up again, growing heavier and more ragged as you continue to yap.
“fuck—“ his voice is low and, dripping with desire as he begins to grow more desperate to be near you.
"i wish i could see you right now," he mutters.
“k—kats?”
"nono keep talkin’,” the sound now muffled like he has the phone pressed tight against his mouth.
and so you try, your lips slowly turning into a smirk as you realize what’s going on.
“do you miss me, kats..?”
“shi— yea.” he admits bluntly, stroking himself trying to keep his composure, the camera pointing against his comforter.
“yeah..?” you can practically hear katsuki shudder on the other end of the line.
you say his name — slow, familiar, like you always do when you’re trying to get him to settle— his breath stutters on the other end of the line.
“…say it again.”
and you do.
“fuckin’ hell. i love when you talk like that,” he breathes out, his voice strained.
“like what?” you ask, feigning innocence.
“…like that. s—soft,” his voice drops to a whisper, like he was afraid to admit it.
“soft?” you laugh softly, your voice coming out as a breathy giggle.
“yeah. fuckin’— soft,” he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper now, as if he was sharing a secret.
“soft,” you repeat back, letting the word roll off your tongue slowly, savoring the way it felt.
you can hear katsuki groan on the other end of the phone, followed by a soft thud, like he had dropped something.
“keep… keep talkin’,” he says, his voice hoarse now.
you bite your lip, considering what to say next, knowing that you have the power to unravel him completely.
“soft…” you whisper, letting your voice trail off.
“shit—… yeah,” katsuki breathes out, and you can hear the strain in his voice.
“soft and… warm?” you add, your voice dropping to a whisper now too, the words feeling intimate and dangerous as they left your mouth.
“…and wet,” you add after a beat, your voice trembling slightly now, the words hanging in the air between you.
“fuck—” katsuki curses under his breath, and you can hear his breathing become more labored, the sound of his hand moving up and down his dick, he’s growing faster now, punctuated by the occasional grunt and whimper. you smile to yourself, knowing that you're pushing him to the edge.
"hm…soft you sa—" you begin, but katsuki interrupts you, his voice coming in a desperate growl.
"and tight. fuck— so tight. always so tight for me…"
you can't help but moan softly at his words, your own desire building as you listen to him losing himself to the pleasure.
"and yours," you add, your voice barely audible now. "always yours…”
you can hear katsuki panting heavily on the other end, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he continues to stroke himself. you know he's close, and you want to push him over the edge.
"yeah…" he agrees, his voice strained. "fuck… mine… all fuckin’ mine…"
“i want you so bad, kats…” you murmur, your voice filled with need, knowing it would drive him wild. “i want you inside me, filling me up until i can’t take it anymore. i want you to make me scream your name until my voice is hoarse. i want you—”
“mmm— baby— ’m gonna—” katsuki cuts you off, his words coming out in a rush as he tries to warn you that he's about to cum.
you can hear his breath hitch, followed by a long, low moan as he finally reaches his peak. you listen as he rides out his orgasm, his hand slowing on his dick as he milks out the last few drops.
"fuck…— baby…” he breathes, his voice rough and spent, still trying to catch his breath.
“kats…” you say quietly, your heart racing in your chest, your own desire burning hot between your legs now.
“mmh—… you okay over there?” he asks, his voice still husky from his orgasm.
you hesitate, unsure of how to respond. you didn't plan on things escalating this far, but now that they have, you're not sure if you should tell him the truth.
“…i’m fine,” you say finally, trying to sound casual despite the fact that you're aching with need.
“no you’re not,” katsuki says, his voice dropping lower now, a hint of a growl creeping in. “you’re fuckin' turned on, aren’t you?”
you bite your lip, not answering, not wanting to admit it.
“fuck, little pervert,” he continues, his voice low and dangerous now. “ya got yourself all worked up listenin’ to me, didn’t you?”
"i—" you start, but he cuts you off.
“touch yourself,” he demands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “go ahead, touch yourself and tell me how it feels.”
you hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should do what he says, but then you remember how good it felt to hear him cum, how much it turned you on, and you decide to give in.
your hand moves down between your legs, slipping beneath the fabric of your panties to find your slick folds. you can't believe you're doing this, but you can't deny how much you want it.
“how does it feel, hm?” katsuki asks again, his voice rough with desire, and you know he's hard again just from the thought of you touching yourself. you can hear him shifting on the other end, probably already stroking his dick again as he waits for your response.
“good,” you breathe, your fingers sliding easily over your slick flesh. “so good…”
“yeah?— fuck,” katsuki growls, and you can hear the faint sound of his hand moving over his dick again, the slick sounds of his precum and saliva as he fucks himself to the sound of your pleasure. “that’s it, baby, keep goin’…”
you do as he says, your fingers moving in slow circles over your clit, the pleasure building quickly as you listen to the sound of katsuki's heavy breathing and grunts on the other end of the call.
you can't believe how turned on you are, how much you love the feeling of his voice in your ear as you touch yourself.
“tell me,” he demands, his voice husky with desire. “tell me whatcha doin’…”
you whine softly, your fingers working faster now as you get closer to the edge. you can't believe he's making you do this, but at the same time, you love it, love the feeling of being under his control even from so far away.
“i’m—” you start, but you can’t find the words. all you can do is whine and moan as the pleasure builds inside you.
“use your words,” katsuki growls from the other end of the phone. “tell me whatcha doin’, or i’ll hang up.”
you whimper at the threat, the thought of being left like this, so close to the edge, unbearable. you try to speak, but all that comes out is a jumbled mess of words and moans.
“k-kats—” you try again, but it's too late. the pleasure crashes over you, and you cum hard, your fingers still working your clit as you ride out the waves of pleasure.
you hear katsuki's voice in your ear, encouraging you, nothing but sweet nothings with a hint of degrading and praise, telling you how good you're being, how much he wishes he was there to taste you.
the sound of his voice, combined with the feel of your own fingers on your clit, is enough to send you over the edge again, and you cum a second time, your body shaking with the force of it.
as you come back down, you realize that katsuki is cumming too, his grunts and groans of pleasure coming through the phone loud and clear.
“fuuuuck,” he growls as he cums, his voice thick with pleasure.
you lay there, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath, your heart still racing in your chest. you can't believe what just happened, but at the same time you can't wait to do it again.
“k—kats…?” you say softly, unsure of what to say now that it's over.
“mm…” katsuki breathes, his voice still rough with pleasure.
you smile to yourself, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that you were able to please him like that even from so far away. you're about to say something else when katsuki speaks up again, his voice a little stronger now.
“you’re such a good girl f’me, yeah?” he purrs, a hint of pride in his voice now. you smile at the praise, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his approval. “now go to sleep, don’t hang up.”
“okay, kats,” you agree, already feeling yourself start to drift off now that the adrenaline has worn off.
“night,” katsuki murmurs, his voice soft and gentle now, a complete contrast to the growls and grunts from earlier.
“night, kats, i love you!” you reply.
“love you too.”
a smile on creeps onto your face as you drift off to sleep, the sound of his breathing the last thing you hear before you fall asleep
you both fall asleep on the phone, phones warm in your hands, lines still connected.
☽ ˚ . ⋆ pro hero!bakugo katsuki hates loves when you tell him what to do 18+
it’s past midnight, your bedrooms all soft shadows and moonlight leaking through the blinds. the air’s thick and hot, the bed a tangle of sheets and bodies, and bakugo’s behind you, pressed in close, his palm on your hip and his cock buried so deep you’re both dizzy seeing goddamn stars.
he’s half whimpering, half yelling into your ear, voice low and rough and sharp with frustration. “fuckin’—let me go, i swear, i’m gonna break you in half—shit, you keep doin’ that and i’m not gonna last—”
you giggle, breathless, arching your back just to tease him, clenching down so he chokes on his own moan. “yeah? you keep sayin’ that, but i don’t see you doin’ shit except whimpering in my ear like a little bitch.”
his hand slides up, grabs your chin, pulls your face back so you’re cheek to cheek, his teeth gritted, eyes wild and burning. “yeah? you wanna keep runnin’ your mouth, keep squeezin’ me like that, see how long you last before you’re the one beggin’?”
you’re still giggling, breath stuttering with every slow grind of his hips. he tries to speed up, thrusts getting a little wild, but you reach back and dig your nails into his thigh, slowing him down, your voice a purr. “no, katsuki. slow. i want you to feel it.”
he groans, frustrated, head dropping to your shoulder. “fuck, baby—please, c’mon, let me—need to fuck you dumb, you’re askin’ for it—”
“maybe i like it when you beg,” you whisper, rolling your hips back so his cock drags slow, sweet, so deep you both gasp. “maybe i like you like this, all desperate and stupid for me.”
he bites your jaw, breath ragged, hips fighting against your grip. “fuckin’ brat. you like thinkin’ you’re in charge, huh? like makin’ me lose it?”
you laugh again, high and shaky, the sound mixing with your moans as he rocks into you. “somebody has to. otherwise you’d break the goddamn bed. you can’t go slow for five seconds without—”
he interrupts with a sharp thrust, making you gasp, the sheets twisting in your fists. “shut up,” he growls, voice thick, but he’s whining too, shivering as you force him to slow again, drawing every motion out until it’s almost painful.
your voices tangle—his curses, your giggles, both of you moaning, taunting, trying to outlast each other. every time he speeds up, you slow him down. every time you try to take control, he tries to yank it back, grabbing your throat, teeth at your ear, every inch of him burning and frantic.
“so fuckin’ cocky, thinkin’ you can boss me around,” he pants, biting your shoulder, “you’re gonna cry before i do, swear to god—”
“keep talkin’, dynamight, you’re the one whimpering,” you fire back, voice sticky with pleasure, the words breaking into gasps as he finally gets a little control and snaps his hips, hard, once, twice.
he groans, head thrown back, and you push back against him, forcing him deep, slow, delicious. you both start to tremble, bodies wrecked from the war between slow and fast, his breath all over your neck.
you’re laughing and cursing, both of you right at the edge—every drag and grind pushing you closer, every bratty word just another shot of adrenaline.
he presses against you again, lips brushing your shoulder, both of you catching your breath when suddenly his hands are on your hips, strong and demanding. “c’mere,” he mutters, voice rough, already trying to flip you onto your stomach, determined to take back some control. “gonna fuckin’—let me—”
you twist, stubborn, instead hooking your leg back over his, locking him in, your thighs squeezing around him just right. the effect is instant—his hips jerk, a strangled, broken whine slipping from his throat as your heat clamps down on him, tighter than before.
he whimpers, cursing, voice cracking. “you fuckin’—bitch—!”
your head turns, eyes glinting, lips parted in a grin, sweat making your hair stick to your cheek. “what did you fuckin’ say?”
he’s already trembling, panting, every bit of energy dissolving as his face goes red. “i’m sorry, fuck, i’m sorry, princess—shit—”
but you’re not letting up, grinding back against him, every inch of him twitching inside you. “you wanna call me names, katsuki? is that what you want?”
he shakes his head desperately, fingers digging into your hips, voice dissolving into a needy little whine. “no, i—please, please— fuck, you’re doing this on purpose— you’re evil, you know that? you’re fuckin’—” you squeeze tighter, cutting him off, and he nearly sobs, biting at your shoulder to stay quiet.
“slow down, you fucking rabbit!” you growl, but you’re both breathless, bodies sticky, the push and pull turning you both inside out. he tries to snap his hips, desperate to take you faster, but you just cross your leg tighter, milking him slow, deep, every roll of your hips making him see stars.
his forehead presses to your back, and you feel the tears start, little choked sounds, as he mutters, “please, i can’t—gonna—put a baby in—” he chokes out, voice wet and broken, “fuck—please, it’s too much, can’t—please, baby—” and you finally relent, stroking his thigh, whispering, “okay, okay, katsuki—go ahead. go as hard as you want.”
he doesn’t need telling twice.
he growls, “fuck, finally,” and with a desperate, shaky strength he rolls you onto your back, pressing you down into the mattress, his body heavy and wild over yours. his hand catch your wrists, pinning them above your head as he settles between your legs, legs spreading as he crowds in.
you barely have time to catch your breath before he slams back inside, deep and rough and perfect, burying himself to the hilt. his eyes are wild, red, cheeks wet, jaw clenched as he pushes you into a full mating press—your knees pinned to your chest, his hand gripping your thighs, stretching you wide open for him.
just like that, he's smug again.
“all that arguin’—and at the end of the day—you’re still under me—takin’ my big fat cock. ain’t that right, ma?” he snarls, voice cracked and hoarse, hips pistoning hard, relentless, no more teasing—just a brutal, steady rhythm that knocks the air from your lungs, the bed creaking under his strength. “look at you—so needy, so fuckin’ greedy for my dick—cryin’ for it, aren’t you?”
your moans come out broken, eyes rolling back as you gasp, “yeah, fuck, baby—don’t stop, please—!”
he spits in your mouth, tongue tangling with yours in a filthy, breathless kiss, his pace brutal and raw. “you fuckin’—you’re gonna take every drop, aren’t you? gonna let me fill you up, make a fuckin’ mess of you— you’re havin’ our kids—”
your body arches, begging for more, every thrust making your whole body tremble. he’s cursing, panting, his voice just a string of filth and praise and desperation, “such a slut for me—my pretty little mess—so fuckin’ good—”
you shatter beneath him, stars bursting behind your eyelids, pleasure slamming through you so hard you cry out, toes curling, fingers scrabbling for his shoulders.
bakugo follows a second later, voice breaking, hips stuttering, grinding deep as he cums hard inside you, shaking so hard you can barely hold on. he collapses over you, chest heaving, still cursing and whining against your skin, hips twitching with aftershocks as he fills you, forehead pressed to yours.
when it’s over, you’re both a mess of sweat, spit, tears, and laughter, tangled up in ruined sheets, breathless and still trading soft, spicy kisses as you try to come back to earth together.
Thinking about Pro Hero Katsuki coming home to his insatiable girlfriend...
Pro Hero Katsuki who came home still buzzed off the adrenaline from a very hectic day of being a top hero. He caught a glimpse of himself in his rearview mirror—hair disheveled, dried blood splatter on his cheek, small rips on his hero suit, drenched from sweat (the AC on his car did little to cool him off)—he felt awful. He smelled awful, just a mix of sweat and smoke from soaring through the city all day.
Pro Hero Katsuki whose back ached from rescuing a civilian from a burning building, his hand throbbing from blasting villains into oblivions, throat sore from yelling at press and people all day, feet dragging himself to his front door. All he wants to do is drown in a hot bath and enjoy some peace and quiet for once. And of course his insatiable girlfriend chose this exact time when he’s the most worn out to find him absolutely ravishing.
You are trying to be coy with it, welcoming him home as usual, helping him put his hero gear away, insisting on carrying his gauntlet to his office. You just ushered him to the dining table, offering whatever food you cooked or ordered, telling Katsuki that he worked so hard today! No worries about bathing or changing—he must’ve been starving! And so he does, scarfing down the food as you watch, enjoying the view a tad bit longer.
Though his eyes did not miss the way your eyes trail all over him. Your dynamic has always been him eating or training while you chatter endlessly about your current fixations. So when you went quiet, sputtering whenever he asked why, Katsuki already knew where this was going.
He groaned already, pushing the plate away as he looked at you and that stupid needy look on your face. “Later” was all he said as he moved to wash the dishes—after all, he feels icky right now. He’s full of sweat and grime, stench of smoke and—Katsuki's eyes shot up at you when you traced your hand all over his back.
A vein appeared on his head when you won’t listen, cause of course you won’t, not when he’s strutting around in that awfully tight hero costume of his. You asked Katsuki once in passing why do heroes wear those skintight suits when they can just wear something comfortable instead—to which he just answered for 'practical reasons'. You don’t mind though, not when the outfit compressed his muscles like this. Surely this view is distracting to the villains he fought?.
Pro Hero Katsuki who gave you a small warning, a swat to your ass, saying he’ll entertain you, just give him time to wash the day off first damn it. Normally, this is the part where you join him in the tub. But not today. When you told him you wanted him as is, he shouted, “Hah?!”.
Pro Hero Katsuki who didn’t understand how hot he looks right now to you. You’re used to the person behind the costume, the silent, hardworking man that dedicated his life to his hero work. Not the hero itself. He huffs, saying he doesn’t wanna dirty his girlfriend by touching you when he’s soiled like this.
“What if I’m into it though?".
Katsuki threw his head back. Of course if anyone doesn't mind getting defiled like this, it’ll be his insatiable girlfriend. So when he bent you over the counter, dishes be damned, you were happy to comply. He yanked your panties away just to scoff, rolling his eyes at how soaked you are just by seeing him all scuffed up after work. “Pathetic”. But it’s his pathetic girlfriend.
Rough, calloused hands pushed your head down the cold marble countertop, tangled up in your hair, his thrust grueling. Such a rapid and punishing pace that made you choke on tears. Katsuki holds back a laugh at how eager you are for this, milking him so greedily no matter what state he’s in. He was so worn out, he had a 12 hour patrol but damn it—if you want it now ‘course he’s gonna give it to you. You wanna be split open while he’s in his hero suit? He got you.
Your eyes trailed at the clock again before it avert back down him. You lost count on how many times you came, but he just doesn't stop. Thigh spread open as he drinks you down, eating you out like a man starved. You can't help but think how pretty Katsuki looks right now, your hands holding on to his hair for dear life, digging to his scalp, the blood from fighting still staining his cheek, grime on his face as he laps up the slick between your thigh, hands harshly gripping your plush thigh. So filthy—that didn’t stop you from being turned on though.
Pro Hero Katsuki who doesn’t care that it’s already past midnight now, pushing you down to your knees, hands wrapped around his cock. He tried stopping his lips from twitching upwards—hands cupping your face, “Open”. But what slipped into your mouth was something fast, warm as he snorted, watching the spit as it landed on her tongue. “What—Why?!”. Why not? You were already debauched as is—his release dripping from your thigh, and that’s the part you complain about?.
Before you could protest further, he was already pushing his cock, feeling your lips wrapped around it as he buck his hip against you. Katsuki pushed further, one hand gripped your hair, pulling it closer, practically fucking your face in while the other wipe your tears away.
When Katsuki sees you all spread out on the table for him, feeling you pulling him deeper, he wondered if it’s just a common civilian fantasy to wanna be fucked stupid by the big strong hero,—or was it because it’s his hero suit specifically that got you all hot and bothered. Katsuki knew it looked good on him, but he did not know it’s to this extent.
Pro hero Katsuki who let himself be buried inside of you a tad bit longer, a huff as he watched you writhe underneath him, a blink away before passing out. He could not help but think how pretty you look right now, eyes teary, lips swollen, marks flushed on your skin, sweat dripping all over, his release leaking out whenever you so much as moved, a small bump on your tummy on where he stills. So filthy—that didn’t stop him from being turned on though. Maybe he kinda understand what your vision was when you said you’re into this.
Pro hero Katsuki who, even after a long day at work, does not not mind it at all when his insatiable girlfriend asks to be wrecked in every way possible, making sure you’ll be as messy as he is by the end of it. Maybe he should wear his hero costume around his house more often.
he kisses you like you’re made of glass, lips barely brushing yours, hands grazing your waist. never rough, never demanding, just reverent. he kisses you breathless, selfishly wanting to hear the airy little moans you let out when he starts to kiss down your neck.
“shoto.” your fingers tremble on his shoulders.
“hm?” his lips brush across your throat as you squirm under him. “what’s wrong?” he lifts up, taking in your flushed cheeks.
“want more.” you whisper.
“wasn’t planning on stopping.” he dips back to your neck.
“no i mean.. mmm.” you whine embarrassed and wrap your legs around his waist trying to pull him lower. “i want you.” you squeeze your eyes shut.
“no.” he presses a kiss to your pulse.
“what?” you squeak. “why not?” you whine.
“not taking your virginity right now.” you feel him smile against your heated skin.
“but..” your lip wobbles. “but why?”
“not rushing anything.” he kisses back up to your jaw.
“want you to make me feel good.” a pout forms on your lips.
“i can do that other ways.” you feel his fingers grazing your thigh. “you tell me if it’s too much, sweet girl.” he lifts up and searches your eyes.
“okay.” you nod, lips parting when he drags a single finger up the center of your panties. “sho!” your thighs shake.
“hm?” he watches every reaction as he continues to slide his finger up and down. “want me to stop?”
“no!” you gasp. “more!” pleasure blooms in your tummy.
he adds a second finger, adding more pressure with each stroke. your panties are soaked, giving him the perfect outline of your pussy. when he makes his way up to your clit again, he stops and circles slowly.
“shoto ‘s- nghhh ! ‘s good!” your cries flood his ears.
“yeah? just focus on the feeling. i got you.” he attaches his lips back to your neck while he coaxes more pleasure from your body.
he’s whispering the sweetest words into your heated skin, fingers rubbing just right leaving you whimpering beneath him. your panties are soaked and he’s tempted to just pull them aside but he holds off. the soft gasps from your lips and the way you’re trembling tell him you're close.
“sho.. something- mmf something’s gonna- ahhh!” you arch into him as your orgasm watches through you, soaking his fingers through your cotton panties.
“you’re so perfect, so sweet.” he leans up and takes your lips. “don’t gotta rush anything.” he slowly pulls his fingers away from your panties.
———————
k. bakugo
he kisses you like he’s starved, has you practically pinned beneath him, but he touches you like you’ll break. but his kisses? teeth, tongue, urgency, all consuming. you’re leveled under him, squirming and begging, pulling him closer.
“katsuki.” his name breathless on your tongue.
“quit your crying.” he grazes his teeth against your neck. “i’m right here.”
“please.” your fingers dig into his shoulders.
“what?” he lifts up, eyes slightly narrowed but he has a small smirk lingering in his lips.
“want you.” you whine, trying to pull him closer.
“you have me.” he chuckles.
“nooo.” you try to press yourself against him. “more!” you huff.
“you’re not ready for more.” he shakes his head.
“i want more!” you don’t care how you sound.
“shush.” he takes your lips again.
his hand slides between your thighs and you gasp into his mouth when he slides his fingers up your panties. he kisses back down to your neck, wanting to hear every noise you make as he works you over your panties.
they’re already soaking, sticking to your sweet folds. your thighs tremble around his waist, toes curling in your socks as he rubs your cute little clit. your high pitched whimpers are spilling into the urging him to move faster.
“kats!” your hips jerk when he taps your clit with his fingers.
“too much?” he chuckles, fingers only ghosting over your panties now.
“no!” you cry. “more please!!” your hips chase his hand.
he lifts up from your neck again and watches you as he starts to play with you over your panties again. your chest is heaving, cheeks flushed, eyes round and glassy. your lips are parted and puffy from the way you nibble on them.
he rubs quick circles on your sensitive clit and groans watching your brows scrunch in pleasure. you’re holding onto his shoulders like you’re about to fall, breath catching, lip wobbling. your panties are getting even wetter, soaking his fingers now as he brings you closer.
“look at me.” his gravely voice washes over you.
“kats!” you lock eyes with him. “mmnghh!” your thighs slam around his waist as your orgasms pulses through you.
“that feel good, baby?” he slows his movements, tapping your clit watching you jolt.
“so good.” you nod, leaning up and pressing your lips to his.
“we don’t have to rush anything.” he mumbles against your lips, kissing you more intensely.
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Preschool teacher: oops, you got that wrong, its actually spelled santa-
Bakugou, who's rest of the letter went like "please kill my entire family so that All Might can adopt me and be an awesome father son duo team.": no the fuck I didnt.
hear me out going to the gym and running into situationship bakugou and he gets jealous and possessive when he notices you checking out big beefy pro hero red riot :’)
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situationship bakugou makes my tummy rumble…… situationship bakugou that you guys kinda go on dates to have an excuse to fuck when you go back to each others apartments. never having the conversation for a label but really enjoying each others company. not really fuck buddies because there’s more but everything’s just unsaid at the moment? and he’s nervous to ask incase you say no and then he won’t get to hang out anymore and you’re just seeing it that you’re dating him at the moment. bakugou’s the one who’s overthinking it with the situationship title because you’re not his girlfriend, he does text you daily and his crush only grows by the second.
and he and kirishima go to a random gym because they had a bet on who could lift the most or something and it just happens to be your weekly gym. all u do is the classes and then treadmill maybe stair machine if you’re feeling brave.
you noticing him first, walking over to say hi and kirishima is already laying flat on the bench getting ready to hold the bar. bakugou’s supporting incase it drops in his face.
“hi katsuki, since when did you— oh wow,”
and you’re only saying it because that’s a LOT on the bar and kirishima is lifting it. doing multiple presses so your gaze lands on his arms, the slab of chest revealed from his vest.
bakugou’s shocked you’re there, like you appeared from his imagination. it’s jealousy. he knows it’s jealousy. it’s the same feeling he got from childhood about deku. almost moving his hands away from where they’re supporting the bar.
“watch the bar, man!”
“i fuckin’ am!”
then you look back at bakugou like you were just in a daze, giving him your usual smile. you’re so fucking pretty in your sports bra and your hair up and your water bottle coated in stickers.
“since when did you come to my gym?!” you ask.
but when kirishima grunts in pain, your eyes flicker back to him. his arms especially.
bakugou grunts in pain too though he’s not lifting any weights, “i don’t. he wanted to test if he can do more reps and lift more than me. he can’t.”
“h-hey, you haven’t had your turn yet! who are you talkin’ to?” kirishima’s cheeks puff out for an exhale, “that’s fourteen now.”
“oh red riot! i didn’t realise. wow that’s so impressive you can lift that much—,”
“did you have your legs, bums and tums class today?” bakugou juts in and he feels lighter when your eyes are back on him.
you laugh, “oh yeah! i think the instructor was bullying me but all in the name of a nice ass.” and you twist sideways, bakugou’s gaze landing right where you want.
“wait what? who is that?”
bakugou pushes the weight down onto kirishima just so he shuts up.
“i’ll show you what’s actually impressive after he’s done his shit and i’ll drop you home? hm?”
you didn’t have bakugou scheduled in your day today but you think you can squeeze him in. especially when red riot, blushed and out of breath swaps places with bakugou.
you can barely focus on the conversation red riot is trying to start with you because bakugou katsuki not only shoved more weight on the bar but he’s also lifting it with speed and precision. there’s not a shake or tremble. fuck, it doesn’t even look like he’s struggling.
kirishima sighs, “fine, you were right. we get it kacchan.”
“kacchan?”
“nickname. it’s cute, isn’t it?”
bakugou grunts, “can you stop fuckin’ talkin’ to her?”
your eyes follow his arms, each one the size of your head. even his thighs holding him down and…. well this is why you’re letting him take you home afterwards. a glaze of sweat lays across his forehead and your core heats at the thought of shoving him in the shower with you later.
“you’re so strong, kacchan,” you smile, nudging closer to him to see his face. he’s still raising the bar above his head, eyes darting to look at you before staring at the ceiling.
“i know.”
“stronger than red riot, i think.”
you know what you’re doing, smoothing he’s ego so he treats you extra well later. you’re not lying though.
“hey! he’s still got five more.”
bakugou does them. struggling a little by the end but they’re done, fair and square. once he lifts the bar back in the stand he sits up on the bench, grabbing you by the waist and into his body. you giggle like a schoolgirl, pretending to hate the sweat on him even though he smells delicious.
“get your shit and we can go.”
“wait, how do you know each other?”
bakugou rolls his eyes, resting his head in your breasts,“mind your business. send me my money, i beat you.”
