Summary: It's Valentine's Day and instead of making Connor dinner you let him fuck your brains out. Babygirl Reader
Dom Connor x afab Reader
Summary: Starts off with sub Connor then he switches.
‧₊˚✧ John Wick x Fem Reader (spicy) ✧˚₊‧
John Wick Yandere Headcanons
Summary: It says in the title duh! Babygirl Reader
Stranger Things: Eddie Munson x Jennifers Body Reader (AU)
Summary: Eddie Munson X Reader (Jennifer's Body reader) You're Hawkins High it girl, along with your best friend, Chrissy Cunningham. However, after a fateful bar fire, you have changed for the worse. Your hunger for flesh can't be quenched until you decide to hook up with Eddie Munson, your long-time crush. (starts in the fall of 85)
Warnings: Graphic descriptions of Violence, mentions of r@pe/non-con, major character death, blood, gore, cannibalism, human consumption. bullying, smut, basically you’re a hot mean girl turned into a succubus who’s had a raging crush on Eddie Munson.
A/N: This story follows the movie's events and continues to season 4. This is a multiple-chapter fanfic. This fic is semi-abandoned. Mostly due to me not knowing if anyone will want to continue reading it. If you do have anythoughts just leave an ask or something.
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Toshinori Yagi is obsessed with you…you have no idea
warnings/content: fem!reader, just general awkwardness between Toshinori and reader, a little something for @twentytomidnight go check out her stuff, it’s always sooo good!
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How many people could say they have one of the top heroes pining after them? Well not you, but that’s just because you have absolutely no idea it’s happening. You’re actually the only person to not see it from a mile away.
Toshinori Yagi never even considered himself especially subtle about his feelings, even in his true form it’s hard to hide the blushes and sweat on his gaunt face. Add to that how even more noticeable every expression is when he’s in his hero persona and the fact his coworkers and students are also heroes trained to be observant of things? Let’s just say everyone at UA was wondering when he’d finally confess to the new hire. After all, even if he’s a little older, he’s still a really sweet, nice guy, you’d have to be crazy to not want to go out with him!
Of course you’re not crazy, just ridiculously oblivious.
Right now, he felt like a bit of a creep, peeking through the break room door at you eating your lunch. He wasn’t trying to be creepy though, goodness no! He just couldn’t stop his heart from beating fast and palms sweating as he watched you smile at something on your phone. The former number one hero looked more like a shy schoolboy than the great All Might right now, but he couldn’t help it! You’re far too cute to him, he didn’t even stop staring when Hizashi Yamada passed by, whistling the wedding march obnoxiously loud. Gosh…he was totally a goner for you.
“Um hello Miss (y/n)…a-are those potato chips?” He says once he finally musters his courage and approaches you, nervously wringing his hands.
“Oh yeah! Want one?” You smile back at him, clueless to how he stumbled awkwardly over every word.
His fingers tremble a little as he reaches for the chip you held out for him, cheeks growing more rosy when your fingers brushed. Oh no, you’d definitely notice how much he was shaking right? Nope, you just smiled before eating a chip of your own, leaving Toshinori to chew slowly on the potato chip.
“That was good…thank you,” he says with a soft smile, like you gave him something much more meaningful than a piece of junk food. Well, this was it, he had to say something else. After taking a deep breath, he added “Um, I was wondering…if m-maybe you’d like to eat together..?”
“Of course you can sit with me! What are friends for?” You say back with a grin, blissfully pulling out a chair for him.
Well, that didn’t go exactly how he planned. Regardless, Toshinori sat down, mentally kicking himself for not being more direct. He fidgets a bit, watching you tilt your head curiously at him. Wait, maybe you’re catching on!
“Hey where’s your food?” You ask, glancing between him and the table in confusion.
Oh no. His face grows even warmer, ears turning red as he opens and closes his mouth a few times. How could he seriously forget his lunch bag? Well, obviously he was distracted, thinking about how cute you are, how much he wants to just squeeze you in a hug and kiss all over your face and…no no focus!
“Um I-I just…I’m still deciding what to eat! You know, sometimes I get so busy I forget to pack lunch!” He bluffs, rubbing the back of his head nervously, messy hair ruffling even further.
Standing abruptly, he moves to one of the vending machines near your table, clumsily pressing the buttons. He really should eat more than just some trail mix, but he doesn’t want to give himself more chances to mess up. You’re watching him, smiling a little to soothe whatever is causing him anxiety.
“I get that, but make sure to eat something good! We can’t have the kids seeing the mighty All Might distracted by hunger!” You tease lightly, giving him a wink that would look goofy to anyone else.
Toshinori nearly crushes the trail mix package in his hand when he sees that wink. It’s like you’re trying to give him a heart attack. Your laugh too, it makes him feel like a million butterflies are fluttering against his ribs. He just wants to hear you laugh like that for the rest of his life, and he plans to make that a reality.
“Miss (y/n)…” he says suddenly, voice no longer shaking, as if he was facing down a city level threat.
You turn in your chair, pausing mid-scroll online. The bewilderment grows when he suddenly kneels by your chair, your eyebrows shooting up as you stare in shock. He looks so serious, it almost makes you wonder if he’s upset with you, until he looks up with wide eyes.
“Miss (y/n), will you please accompany me to dinner tonight? I’d love nothing more than to take you wherever your heart desires, and if this makes you uncomfortable, I’ll back off immediately. I just need your answer desperately…please?” He speaks softly, hands clasped around one of your own, and you swear his eyes are shimmering and wet as he looks up at you.
It takes you a moment to process, but Toshinori looking like a kicked puppy makes you remember you need to speak.
“I’d love to…” you answer quietly, still a little stunned that he was asking you for a date.
His shoulders sag with relief, a soft smile crossing his lips as he gives your hand one last squeeze before letting go.
“Thank you…I promise to make it a special night.” He says sweetly, jumping to his feet.
He has so much to do now, reservations, buying flowers, ironing his best suit…it’s almost overwhelming. On his way out of the break room though, he feels a flicker of doubt, wondering if you’re sure. When he peeks back, he spies the little grin on your face, the way you’re covering your face a little and barely restraining a noise of glee. Smiling, he heads out, feeling plenty reassured.
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after what felt like months, katsuki finally got a day off, so with that being said, he happily had the opportunity to cook, washed a few things before settling down and watch tv.
the silence of his home didn’t last long as he heard the front door break open. now very alert, he quickly got up to investigate but before he could do so he heard his name being called from outside.
confused, he pushes the door wider and looks down at Denki, who looked shaken. just as katsuki was about to yell at him about the door, you suddenly lunge at him, hungry eyes and glowing irises, kissing him all over.
“she got hit by some kind of aphrodisiac quirk! we quickly had to bring her back before she jumped all of us” denki yelled back, nervousness showing in his voice. he got back in the car along with mina, before katsuki spoke back.
“the fuck? how long is she gonna be like that?” he said out of breath, watching you quickly get on your knees, kissing his chest all the way down to his waistband, teary eyes looking up at him, almost as if you were hurt by something.
“dunno, but usually the shock usually lasts about a week, plus she barely understands what happened to her, it’s almost like her mind is clouded?” Mina replied back, eyes avoiding the obvious position that you’re in right now.
katsuki, visibly confused, still doesn’t understand a single thing that has happened for the past 5 minutes.
still, denki and mina wishes him good luck before they drive off, scared they’ll see something they’re not supposed to.
“babe, what’s going on? are you okay?”
“use me, please play with me, i beg you, katsuki i- sir please!”
he paused. “sir? you never called me that before.”
sure, you guys had good sex, some kinks here and there but this? this was new, you were a completely different person, eyes wide open staring at him, completely at his mercy. you were willing to take anything he gives you right there and then.
only, he didn’t know for how long.
you followed him on all fours to the living room as he sat down on the couch. you never did that before, katsuki could not believe it, should he get used to this?
you quickly took his sweatpants off alongside his boxers, so close to freeing his cock from the confines before he stops you. he dryly laughs as you pout.
“what is the matter with you?” he combs his hand through his hair, while his other caresses your cheek.
you try and think rationally, but you feel this hunger inside you grow bigger with each minute that passes. the quirk you got hit with was more powerful than you imagined, therefore made it impossible to communicate properly with him.
you had to suck him off and you had to do it now.
“m'sorry kat, just- i just need you so much, need to have you everyday… all the time!” you babbled, clearly not in your right mind.
katsuki was still shocked at how much you wanted him. he could tell your mind was fogged with need, so he didn’t let you wait any longer. that stupid quirk definitely messed with your thinking but y’know, he wasn’t complaining.
you squealed at his hard cock, irises glowing brighter at the sight. you happily took him in your warm mouth, all worries melting away as you sucked him off.
you grabbed his thighs as you took him deeper, earning a curse from him. tears fell on your cheeks as you thanked him between deep breaths.
that was just the beginning too; god was he about to have a long week.
thinking about being shared by kirishima and bakugou…
eiji at your head, languidly thrusting into your mouth, wiping at the drool pooling at the corners of your lips. he’s got one hand in your hair, pushing you up and down on his deliciously thick cock, hitting the back of your throat each time.
meanwhile katsuki is hitting it from the back, hands gripping your ass cheeks, slapping them every once in a while to see them ripple. his cock pumping in and out of you at a steady speed, matching kirishima’s thrusts so that they’re moving in a sawing motion.
you feel so overcome with pleasure. kiri is absolutely whispering praise to you while kats is degrading the shit out of you, calling you a dirty slut for enjoying taking the both of them while kiri is petting your hair and murmuring about how you’re “such a good girl” for them, taking both their fat cocks so well.
and ofc since they’re best friends they cum in sync and the feeling of their hot seed filling both your pussy and throat at the same time is enough to push you over the edge too.
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katsuki is the type of man to share a vocabulary w his grl.
like if he's in a relationship the lines between where he starts n where his grl ends eventually blurs and he subconsciously picks up sm little things.
certain spelling choices in texts, knee-jerk reactions, physical tics—he's hving lunch w kirishima n shitty hair said something so mindbogglingly stupid katsuki looks him dead in the eyes n says, “Girl.”
n kirishima knows exactly where that came from bc he's received that exact same reaction when he talks to u when he's over at katsuki's.
love the idea that katsuki gets progressively sassier as the yrs in the relationship goes by n no one questions it anymore when he does/says something so unmistakably u bc atp ur extensions of e/o n he loves that shit—even if it sometimes slips around ppl outside his inner circle n he turns red asf.
Bakugo being a masocist with your lip plumping lipgloss 💄 blurb
Slight nsfw 🌶️
Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Reader
“See you in couple hours sweetheart”
You gave him a kiss goodbye but right before you were applying your plumping lip gloss. While he went on patrol, you went out to go have brunch with your friends.
As you got back home, removing your bag and shoes at the door and sat down in exhaustion-
“Y/n you here?”
“Yeah I’m in living roo- Mhmm!”
He crashed his lips against yours before you can finish your sentence. He kissed you with such intensity that you could barely breathe. His hunger towards you had always been at large but right now it’s as if you were the only person in the world willing to be devoured by him.
“What’s gotten you so- hah~ worked up- mhmm~”
“What the hell was in that damn lipgloss you put on”
He finally let you take a breather, and then before you could explain he proceeds to go off.
“Do you know how much I was thinking about you during that damn patrol when my lips started burning from your kiss? Fuck I need you so much mhm~”
He groped at your tits and moved you into his lap as he began biting down your neck.
idk if you fw talking stage scenarios but meeting katsuki on a dating app and being in a talking stage with him like online over text, snap n call until you finally meet bc he lives like a few hours away.
idk why i get the feeling that he’s lowkey an ass texter so you would always be confused over if he was interested at all???LMAO like he would heart your stories on IG and he would compliment you here and there but he always looks so mad or bored in the pics he sent
PLUS the fact that he probably never uses emojies
*sends him a mirror pic
kats 😠 : so pretty
yn: thank.. you ..?
i do love talking about talking stages and dating apps!! i have a hinge bkg floating around here so when i remember the tag for that i will add that on this.
but i agree SUCH a bad texter like if you’re used to texting all day that’s just not him. and its not like he even forgets but he’s not good at keeping conversations going over text, he is an over thinker, comes across a little blunt and awkward and doesn’t use emojis so you don’t always understand his tone. (something i personally relate to because i don’t use emojis and jokes never come across online when i talk to strangers lol)
ANDD the selfies!!! he only takes them because you ask him to or you’re apparently sending snapchats to each other so he’s taking part because you’re doing it and every snap is just straight face or showing you something else.
but i think he makes up for it because he’s so honest? like he’s not here to waste time and he wouldn’t be talking to you if he wasn’t interested in something further/serious. when you mention it he gets so confused lol
over the phone when you’re getting ready for bed and you specifically don’t ask to facetime because you don’t want to see it in his face when he rejects you. another failed talking stage.
you’re doing a mixture of tidying up and skincare and last look through your emails when you mention to him.
“i know we haven’t met in person but if you’re not feeling this then we can stop. makes it easier then letting this drag on.”
bakugou is so confused on the other end of the line, trying to decipher what you mean and where he went wrong down the line.
“katsuki? you still there?” you whisper, so so shy.
“hah? yeah, yeah i am. i don’t know what you’re on about? feelin’ this? why wouldn’t i be feelin’ you?” and that phrase is so out of his normal vocabulary that it makes him almost cringe saying it but for you on the other end, butterflies almost shake against your rib cage.
“because… i don’t know, you don’t text me much and i don’t feel like what i’m giving you is reciprocated? we might not match up?”
bakugou wants to crawl through the phone and shake you. he groans, stuffing his face in his palm, “fuck. i’m so bad at dating.” one breath and he goes, “i swear i’m just shit at texting, i should have warned you. my friends even tell me i am but i see them in person so they get it. but i promise, swear on my career, im into you. i’m nervous as fuck to meet you.”
his chuckle lacks humour and your heart rattles, “why’re you nervous?”
“if your pictures are that gorgeous, in person you’ll be insane. even our short ass facetimes we have, i’m always blown away by you. you should know that i comment on all your selfies.” he mentions the last part like it’s obvious and you’re questioning if you really were overthinking. or are you just used to men that are just too intense or lovebomby or maybe bakugou katsuki is a whole new language to learn. you think you’re willing to try.
“i just always thought… no, you do tell me.” you confirm to yourself. the message is without the usual slew of emojis you usually get but the words are always there. every time, usually a few minutes after you post like a loyal follower.
“honestly, i’m gonna be intimidated as fuck by you but i’m lookin’ forward to seeing you next week. so dead whatever you were thinkin’, i am definitely feeling you, yn.” he chuckles and you smile clutching the phone to your ear.
A/N: first time posting anything like this ever! sorry if it sucks but it might not so lets hope 🤞 I was writing an Izuku smut but idk if that would be liked and im scared
Katsuki Bakugo
Whether or not you were traditionally ‘girly’ didn’t matter to Katsuki, what mattered right now was how mouthwateringly good you looked.
You were dressed in baby pink, lace trimmed, soft ass pyjamas. A three piece set you’d seemingly summoned from nowhere, with the tiniest shorts known to man.
Katsuki had expected to come home, shower, have some food and go to bed. But instead, his hands were roaming your body, travelling down your hips, cupping the plush of your ass, gripping tightly at the backs of your thighs.
“Fuckin’ hell angel,” he groans against you, short stubble tickling against your neck, “do you know how good you look?”
You laugh lightly, before gasping at his quick bite below your ear, “They’re just ‘jamas!”
“They’re anythin’ fuckin’ but.” Katsuki continues, his hands sneaking under the waistband of your new sleep shorts, grabbing a fistful of your ass.
He smells like sweat, but Katsuki sweat, slightly singed salted caramel was the best you had to describe it.
“Yeah, we’re goin’ to bed.” He mutters, one large hand grabbing your head so he can press a harsh kiss to your temple, one which had your tummy doing flips, “And I’m fuckin’ you in these.”
Izuku Midoriya
“You’ve got to be joking.” Izuku groans, making you physically turn from where you were sitting on the couch to the door.
He’s got that look on his face, the one that makes you feel like prey and your tummy is already tingling from it. He wastes no time in stalking toward you, glancing at you from head to toe because not even your feet are safe from Izuku Midoriya.
“You’ve got to be joking.” He repeats, lower this time as he takes in the sight of you.
“Zuku…” you start, gentle as possible, “they’re not even sexy.”
You weren’t lying either, they were a plain matching set you found in the men’s section of the department store that felt just soft enough to come home with you. Long pants and a tee!
Izuku looks offended at even the notion. In fact, he scoffs.
“Not sexy? Baby you look incredible right now!” He all but whines, standing behind you, his hands coming to splay across your waist, leaning down to kiss across your neck, “Considering you’re dressed for it, how about we go to bed?”
He thinks he’s slick, when in reality the second you stand with a sigh, he’s rutting against your ass.
“Izuku.” You sigh, trying to bite back the smile and the warmth appearing on your cheeks.
“Changed my mind, bedroom’s too far.” He whines against your neck, one hand slipping under the pants and your panties right in the living room.
Shoto Todoroki
Not many things got a reaction from your fiancé. Today was different though. You went out specifically with the intent of buying something to blow his mind.
Now you stood in your shared bedroom, Shoto looking at you from the door, hair damp from the shower, towel around his neck, frozen in his tracks.
“Do you like it?” You ask, giddy, offering a little twirl in the near sheer red and white nightie, “Bought it for you.”
He’s still frozen, droplets of water falling from his shoulders down the sharp planes of his firm chest, you watch as his Adam's apple bobs harshly.
“I don’t think it’d fit me.” Shoto responds, half dazed, brain broken. You can’t help but laugh.
Shoto watches as you, in that sinful little dress, light up at his misspeak, the way your eyes sparkle and your teeth show, unguarded in the best way. That’s all it takes for him to be on you.
You’re against the mattress before you know it, you’re huge boyfriend on top of you kissing from your ear to collarbone, groaning like you’re a meal. It’s rare enough for Shoto to initiate, this much of a reaction is unprecedented.
He kisses back up to your lips, the tentativeness not there tonight as he crashes his mouth against yours.
“Sho!” You gasp breathlessly as his hands slip under the dress and between your thighs.
“Shh,” He murmurs against your lips, “you look beautiful my love, gonna put a baby in you tonight.”
Needy Bakugo Katsuki x Needy f!reader Drabble (mdni)
When was the last time you had been like this? Pinned on your bed with Katsuki Bakugo between your legs. He was holding them open, one hand on your knee while the other scrambled frantically to line himself to your hole.
It hadn't been long since you got home. Actually, it was a miracle that you made it to the bed and not dropped to your knees the moment you crossed the front door.
He tried thrusting in, one controlled and constant motion of his hips; probably the last one before his mind blanked out and lost himself in the pleasure of fucking you in the meanest, dirtiest way possible.
Not yet– his brain signaled. His ego took a hit, even if he tried shallow thrusts to inch in, even if he had you underneath him with pleading eyes, he couldn't put it in. Not because of inexperience, not due to his size, you just weren't wet enough. Soon becoming awfully aware of how pitifully hard he got with such little effort from you.
“T-tight ffuck– Dammit, wait– I gotta do more” he cursed while pulling out the length that could go in.
But you tried to pull him closer, keep him in; your hands clinging onto any part of him you could reach. Your desperate mewls and pleas were paired with scratches that would definitely live on his skin for a week.
You both may enjoy nasty sex, but Katsuki still knew he didn't want to hurt you.
“Don't pull out, Katsuki. Please just– fuck me, I need you, i missed you”
“So impatient, fuck. Not trying to hurt you today, so don't move”, his tone was somewhere between a scold and an order.
His hot palm met the tender fat on your ass with a slap before traveling to your pussy. Those garnet eyes studied your body, one hand holding your folds to let the other one work on your most sensitive spot.
“Fucking hell, baby. Who would've thought that in just a few weeks your body would forget me and go back to being so tight?” Your body was twitching with urgency as his thumb kept circling your clit; the absence of slick making it a harsher sensation. “Did you not play with your pretty pussy while I was away, babydoll?”
Your back couldn't help but arch as a response to his words, your head barely nodding back at him. Of course you had. Not that you'd tell him how many times you'd touched yourself thinking of him. To pictures of him.
“Please.. I need you, Katsuki. n-need you so bad.” you were just a collection of small and shaky whines.
“I know, baby,” he cooed, his lips parting to let a drop of spit fall on your heat before spreading it with his thumb. “Just warming you up,” he continued before leaning over to meet your lips with his, “then I'll fuck you stupid, deal?”
You nodded quickly, a little too eagerly, at the same time his flushed tip helped glaze your slit with a mix of pre, spit and slick.
Katsuki felt his cock twitch, ask for you with every single needy plea that passed your lips. His fingers travelled down your body to sink between your legs.
“Mgh, no– j-just. Nng, your… dick. Please.”
“Hmm, my cock got you this needy, baby?” His voice was a low growl that sent electricity through your body, “Okay, big stretch–"
Finally, the first few inches sank into you, tight gummy walls hugging him, sucking him in. A delicious sensation, and a most anticipated stretch pulled a strained moan out from your throats in harmony.
“Ss-so full” you couldn’t help your eyebrows scrunch up when your half lidded eyes met his.
“Y-you’ve always liked me all deep inside you, huh? Such a needy pussy. Fuck– so tight; so perfect, holy shit–”
Katsuki’s sentences were just low, rough grunts; doing everything to not loose himself just yet, wait a bit more; just a bit before he kept his promise and fucked into you hard until you couldn’t remember your name.
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❤︎ SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend katsuki gets hit by a quirk, and splits into two versions of himself. this bodes both beautifully and horribly for you.
❤︎ CONTENT: boyfriend!katsuki, pro hero!katsuki, kat is actually lowk an asshole, light choking, making out, lots of petnames (sweetheart, princess, baby), cunnilingus (ew—that word), fingering, technical threesome, squirting … 18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: alternatively, y/n vs both of katsuki’s brain cells. also ty sm to @kamislop for beta reading !
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“BABY, ‘M HOME!”
“Shut the fuck up—loud as shit, my God.”
“…We have explosions for hands.”
“And I said what I fuckin’ said!”
You hear the familiar jingle of Katsuki’s boots at the front door. Except, there’s double the sound there should be—louder belt clanking, extra foot stomping—and, at first, you think he’s brought back a friend. Probably Eijirō, maybe Izuku. But, as you leave the shared bedroom to the sound of the front door slamming shut, you remember the call you received from his redheaded bestie about an hour ago.
“Okay, I’d like to preface this with everything is fine, Kat is safe and unharmed—well. As unharmed as he can be, but, like—”
“Eijirō, you’re stressing me out.”
“Sorry—sorry! I, uh, just wanted to give you a heads up that he’s coming home early. He got hit with a quirk, and like—again, he’s fine, and Recovery Girl said he’d just have to wait it out, but. Just a heads up.”
Yeah. Vague as hell, and now, you understand why.
Either you’re going insane, or your eye sight is deteriorating with a quickness, or both—because once you reach the entrance to welcome your boyfriend home, you’re seeing double.
What. The fuck.
“Oh thank fuck—c’mere, Baby.”
Katsuki—a Katsuki, you suppose—starts moving independent of the other. He all but collapses into very confused arms, dropping his chin on your head and squeezing you tight. The other one glowers, messily shoving two pairs of boots under the bench with complete disregard for his strict organizational pattern.
“Um…”
You blink at the Katsuki that cradles you. He gives a soft smile in return, one that usually requires blood, sweat, and tears to crack (even if it takes you a significant less amount of blood, sweat, and tears than the average human—they’re blood, sweat, and tears nonetheless) and you don’t know what to do with it. Where to put it.
“Got hit with a fucker’s quirk,” the other Katsuki explains after giving up on making the boots fit. Typically, there aren’t two pairs, but one—and the shoe rack is feeling the added pressure.
“So…it’s the quirk that split you in two,” you ask, even though you know. The answer is staring you right in the face, but, like. Just in case.
The Katsuki still holding onto you grunts in agreement, and you finally manage to peel away. He steps back as the other Katsuki steps forward, and you finally get a good look at how identical they are. Which, obviously, but it’s still slightly alarming, nonetheless. Like…the shining twins, if they were blond and angry. And covered in grime.
“Holy shit…” your eyes dart between the two of them, trying to find discrepancies in anything other than mismatched dirt. You find none, save for the way they hold themselves. You need better names—you can’t keep calling them Katsuki and other Katsuki.
“Do…you know when it’s going to wear off?”
A self-indulgent question. Perhaps.
“Fuckin’—no.” Angry Katsuki digs a knuckle into his ear, and the other one yawns. “They gotta track the fucker down, first. Apparently, I can’t do my goddamn job like this.”
He gestures between the two of them, and you teeter your head in semi-agreement. The other Katsuki pipes up, and god, you need better names.
“’M not pissed about it, though,” He steps out of line to grab the hand limp by your side, kissing your knuckles with the lightest touch you’ve ever felt. “Means I get to see you.”
Oh?
“I am,” angry Katsuki growls, slapping his counterpart’s hand away from yours. “I should be out there, hunting that mitosis motherfucker.”
“If you go out there, you’re killing him,” other Katsuki defends. Angry Katsuki rolls his eyes.
“Fuckin’ exactly.”
Other Katsuki just sighs, turning back to you. Immediately his features soften along with his voice. “How’ve you been today, Baby? I left early.”
“Um…good? This is just…” you peer around Katsuki’s body to view the other one, who rolls his eyes again, almost completely ignoring your presence. That is, until:
“Ima fuckin’ shower,” he grumbles, and walks down the hall.
“A lot?” Other Katsuki finishes for you, watching his parallel until he disappears into the bedroom, and you nod.
Something like that.
“Okay. Kat.” You point to Angry Katsuki, who’s now glowering on the couch, much like he did at the front door, and much cleaner than before. Your finger shifts to Other Katsuki, until his head becomes a small point at the top of your fingernail. “Suki. That way, if I call, you both don’t come running. Cool?”
While Suki nods his head with diligence, Kat finally smiles. Not the soft smile that’s reserved for you, but the self-satisfied smile reserved for villains, the one that barely hides his hunger for blood.
“Hear that, Nerd? I’m Kat, not your bitch-ass.”
Suki blinks, relatively confused, and tips his head to the side. “Why the fuck does that matter?”
“’Cuz I’m the original!” Kat says loud and proud, digging a thumb into his chest. “Not you.”
“…Again, why the fuck does that matter,” Suki grumbles, less a question and more an observation. A statement. “We got split in two. We’re two halves of the same person, not a copy-paste.”
“I fuckin’ know that, shit stick.” Kat’s hands crackle at the prospect of being challenged, and while Suki tries to hide the way he shrinks in on himself, you throw a spare pillow at Kat’s head.
“Ow, what the fuck!”
“No explosions in the house!”
Kat grumbles, but his hands fizzle out. He shakes them out at his sides. “’M not doin’ this shit—’m goin’ to bed.”
“Ah-Ah! No,” you say, and Kat freezes like you grabbed him physically, like there’s an invisible wall that separates the living room from the rest of the house. “You said we’d watch that move tonight, remember?”
“We said,” he amends, looking unimpressed before jerking his head to Suki. “Make him watch it.”
“No! It’s exactly like you said—you both promised. Technically,” you smile and look at Suki, who, honestly, looks like there’s no other place he’d rather be—he just watches you talk with his chin propped on a hand and love in his eyes. “So. We’re both watching it.”
“Fuckin’—fine,” Kat groans, loud and obnoxious, and to the ceiling. He sits back down with a huff. “But I swear to God, if it’s some fuckin’ Twilight shit again—”
“It’s not.” You get up only to shove Kat over with a hip, quitting his manspreading, and make yourself enough room between them. He lets you. Suki wraps both arms around your middle, and cuddles you close and tight, like you might up and disappear tomorrow. “That was one time—”
“One horrible time, when I was forced to watch five fuckin’ movies of absolute bullshit—”
“It wasn’t that fuckin’ bad,” Suki defends with a quiet grumble, and you want to scoop him up and run away with him. “’S…campy.”
“Thank you,” you nod, before redirecting your attention to Kat, patting him on the leg. “See? Suki understands quality content when he sees it.”
“Get the fuck out my face.”
You don’t put on Twilight—but you do put on Argylle, and that’s not much better.
“So, you’re tellin’ me,” Kat trails off, and you watch the movie flicker in carmine eyes. “That the whole damn time, this chick was writing a book that predicts the future—”
“Specifically a spy-future, yes—”
“And, that’s why…y’know what? Fuck this shit, my head hurts.”
“You have no sense of whimsy,” you sigh, unimpressed. Kat rolls his eyes.
“Listen, Sweetheart,” He fills his voice with faux saccharine, artificial flavoring, and you scowl at the mockery. “I got a job—a real serious job. Don’t got fuckin’ time for ‘whimsy.’”
Kat hangs air quotes with a hand, and that just pushes your frown deeper.
“Oh, and I don’t?” you smile, but it’s just as artificial as his words. Kat glowers, and behind you, Suki goes:
“Uh oh…”
“Somethin’ like that.”
With a huff, you snatch him by blond spikes—and, if Kat is even a little tenderheaded as Katsuki is…
You yank and pull upward, and Kat rises with your grip. Yep. “Ow, what the fuck?! Ah—okay, fuck, I’m sorry—”
He hisses, face twisting in agony—and finally, you relent the torture. You let him go with a satisfied smile, and Kat snarls at you, rubbing the soft points of his head.
“What did we learn?”
Suki snickers under his breath. “Fuckin’ nothing.”
Kat scrambles at that, getting to his feet in preparation to attack. Fear flashes across Suki’s face, making you wonder if his statement was supposed to come out quieter, perhaps unheard. He scrambles over the arm of the couch, and you get thrown around in his rush.
“You’re fuckin’ dead meat!” Kat hollers. Suki takes off in a mad dash.
It isn’t before long that they’re chasing each other in circles around the couch, like a pack of wild dogs, snarling and huffing and puffing. (With the occasional spark—which you’re quick to put out.) You watch your movie, and occasionally, them, and eat the majority of the popcorn in the process.
Eventually, they collapse back onto the couch and into their respective sides, twin chests heaving and glistening in sweat until their breath makes the mile long trek to catch up.
“You two done?” You ask, but never take your eyes off the screen. It’s getting to the good part.
Suki nods. “Yeah, sorry.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Kat snaps, and you double check to make sure he isn’t talking to you (because, if he is—you’re locking him in the basement), but he’s still glaring at Suki like he murdered his family. “You piss me the fuck off.”
“Clearly,” Suki snorts, this time quiet enough for Kat to not hear. Still vaguely out of breath, he squeezes your thigh to get attention, and slings his other arm behind you. “I wan’a kiss. Can I get a kiss, Baby?”
You giggle, because as stated, soft Katsuki is a Katsuki you’re used to having to work for, and then some. His hand lifts to your chin as you say, “Sure, Suki.”
And then, you’re getting snatched back by your pajama shirt, nearly choking in the process with an embarrassing and garbled noise.
“Abso-fuckin-lutely not,” Kat grunts, and you nearly fall backwards into his lap. “My girlfriend.”
“Your—” Suki cuts himself off with a scoff, grabbing your hand and pulling you up again—up and away. “One, we’re the same damn person, she’s both our girlfriend. And two, I want my fuckin’ kiss.”
Back.
“Well, that’s too damn bad,” Kat huffs, and you’re yanked again. This is starting to get dizzying. “I don’ want your bitch lips all over her.”
Forth.
“Okay,” Suki chuckles, and you’re tipped forward. Seriously? “And, I don’t want your ugly ass mug anywhere near my girl, so—”
Back.
“Oh, now it’s ‘your girl’—I thought we—”
Forth.
“Yeah. My girl, ‘cuz you don’ even know how to treat her.”
Back—Forth.
“You’re loud, and rude, and angry—”
Back and Forth and Back and Forth.
“Y’don’t appreciate shit that she does for us, and it fuckin’ shows—”
Back and Forth and Back and Forth. Back and Forth and Back.
“Yeah, and she loves me for it anyway, Dipshit—”
Back and Forth and Back and Forth an—
“Can you two quit it!”
When they still, you go tumbling forward and into Suki’s lap—which, Kat doesn’t like very much, and grumbles under his breath about it.
“Sorry, Baby.”
“Fuckin’ what.”
“You guys realize I can kiss both of you, right?” Your words border on exasperated. Kat rolls his eyes.
“Fine—I get first.”
“No, I do!”
“I will blast you to goddamn smithereens.”
“Fine! At least I get my fuckin’ kiss—”
“Oh my god,” you groan aloud, running hands over your face and sinking deeper into the couch. It’s endless. “Y’know what? No. Stand up.”
You pat both of their backs to urge them upwards, and they follow. Standing side by side and watching you—and if you thought that one set of Katsuki’s eyes were intimidating enough, try two.
“Okay, Suki—you asked first, so you go first.”
Kat grumbles under his breath, something about ‘well if I fuckin’ knew that, woulda asked ages ago,’ but relents relatively quiet. Suki bends over with a smile, cradling the side of your face to lift it higher.
“Thank you, Baby.”
Katsuki’s lips always feel warm, and Suki’s are no different—they move slow and soft and patient, like he knows what’s coming, when it’s coming, so might as well take his time until he can see the finish line. He inhales like he could breathe you in, and the hand cupping your face tightens with want and satisfaction.
When Suki pulls away, you’re both breathless, and he rests his forehead against yours. “Missed you.”
But, before you can respond—
Suki is shoved out of the way, out of frame, and in comes Kat, who would be on fire if he could. “Y’call that a fuckin’ kiss? Watch and learn, Loser.”
Kat grabs you by the chin and kisses you with weight. He presses into you with his upper body, using a free hand to rest on the back of the couch, and placing a knee between your legs. Kat kisses you into the cushions and out of any breath you have left, leaving you scrambling for air.
“How was that,” Kat asks once pulling away, dragging his thumb across your kiss-swollen lips. You swoon, before remembering that this Katsuki is downright evil.
“It was…um…” you try to say fine, try to say okay, I’ve had better, but the weight of two intense stares fill your veins and cloud your judgement. And, just overall ability to speak as a whole.
“See Dumbass, what’d I say?” Kat hollers over his shoulder, standing up to glare at his doppelgänger. “Kiss her right and she fuckin’ melts.”
Suki bristles at that, but doesn’t bite back with words. Instead, he quietly assumes Kat’s place with a hum, thumbing the highest point of your cheek as he looks down. He studies you.
“Mmm…looks pretty solid to me,” Suki mutters, tilting your head every which way, like he’s trying to find something that’s not there. Kat yells from the back, ‘shitty ass joke!’ “Wha’d’ya think, Baby? Who’s better?”
“Um,” you swallow, and try to stifle your inner goblin. “I don’t…I think I’ll need more than that to…y’know…know?”
And, yet. The goblin comes out, anyway. (At least she’s respectful, this time.)
Suki teeters his head in consideration, and Kat snorts from behind him. “Fuckin’ pervert.”
You gawk. Because, like, yes, but also, “how am I supposed to know based off a three second kiss?”
“Valid question.”
“Listen—I don’t know about Mr. Chastity over here, but mine was definitely longer than three seconds.”
Suki gives him a look over his shoulder, and though you can’t see it, you can guess based off the way he goes, “Seriously?”
“I said what I said.”
You see the tail end of Suki rolling his eyes as he turns back to you, and the look of pure annoyance on his face shifts to one of affection. His thumb brushes your cheek again, as he leans forward, close enough for you to feel his breath across your lips.
“Well, Baby? Should we prove that fucker wrong?”
But, you’re not paying attention to much else other than the way Suki’s lips round and soften to form words that you barely hear. So, you just nod, let out a quiet ‘uh huh,’ and let him close the distance.
Suki kisses you with more passion this time around, but less vigor and aggression than Kat. You feel comfortable and grounded, and gasp, hands finding the middle of his shirt as he tilts his head to the side. You don’t get kissed stupid like you do with Kat—like the earth got flipped upside down and you just have to deal with it—but held and loved, and that’s stupefying enough.
Suki moans into your mouth, making your body run both hot and cold. It takes ages and alcohol to convince Katsuki to make a sound, to stop holding himself back, but this one might not. This one might not, and God, if that doesn’t make your head spin.
A tongue licks the seam of your lips but never pushes further than that, just enough for you to be aware of the threat and the want, but never enough to give. You whine, pushing deeper—and Suki smiles against your lips like that was exactly what he wanted, before his hand encompasses the front of your neck to squeeze, restricting your airflow just enough.
When he pulls away, the hand around your neck slides to your collarbones, and your eyes flutter shut. It continues to snake lower, past the waistband of your sweats and even lower than that, until two fingers run along your folds. They’re gone as quick as they came, and Suki pulls them out to reveal—
“See? She’s soaked.”
Kat growls, but before he can say anything, Suki tucks both fingers into his mouth and sucks. It’s obscene, and you think you see his tongue poke through at some point.
But then, he’s getting shoved in the shoulder, falling into the couch and more importantly, away from you, as Kat takes his place between your legs. Before you have time to protest (which—you won’t, but you might’ve for a second, for like, posterity) Kat is shoving your sweats down to your ankles, clearly tired of playing fair.
“I’m sick of his shit,” he grumbles, shifting your hips forward until you’re nearly laying flat. “Aren’t you sick of his shit, Princess?”
You don’t really know what to say to that. Luckily, you’re not given much time to—Kat sticks his tongue out and licks a fat stripe up your pussy, swirling his tongue around your clit, and dragging it back down.
“Fuckin’—take your goddamn time,” Suki growls, and Kat just rolls his eyes and continues his ministrations. “I worked hard to get her that fuckin’ wet, y’know—”
Kat only pulls his mouth away to give his double an incredulous look, pointing at your pussy like you’re not even there. “Oh, you think you did this.”
“I know I did,” Suki snarls at the slight, and when Kat chuckles around your clit, it makes your thigh seize. “But, fine—fuck her dry like an animal. See if I care when she comes runnin’ to me ‘cuz y’don’t know what the fuck you’re doin’.”
Kat doesn’t grace his words with more words, just flips a middle finger in his direction before that hand finds your thigh. Only to spread your legs wider, broaden his plate, and you nearly keel over when he sucks too hard.
“He bein’ too rough?” Suki coos, grabbing you by the jaw and running a thumb along it’s sharpest point. “’S okay if you can’t cum, Baby—he has absolutely no finesse.”
Suki rips Kat away from you by the hair, his lips flushed and glossed from you, and yanks him out of the way. Kat snarls and lets his palms pop, but one halfhearted glare from you, and they fizzle right out.
“He’s being a dick!” Kat defends, gesturing at the perpetrator with open hands—said perpetrator simply settles between your legs, licking his lips. Kat is ignored.
Suki moves a lot slower than Kat does—still hot and heavy, but languid, like he knows you’re not going anywhere any time soon. He licks you up and down, avoiding places that would do anything more than simmer. But, even low heat will eventually come to a boil, and your breath hitches when a finger brushes your entrance.
Kat yawns. “I’m fuckin’ bored.”
Suki rolls his eyes and can’t help but pull away, get another word in—but his finger finally quits (some of) the teasing and plunges right in. You shiver, then melt. “Well, that’s too damn bad.”
“Yeah, it is—make her scream or somethin’ before I fuckin’ fall asleep.”
“Oh, please fall asleep,” Suki insists, but never takes his eyes away from you—your pussy—as he berates his double, too fascinated by the way you squeeze and relax around him. “I’d love if you fell asleep—I could be both of us, and she wouldn’t even notice.”
Kat barks out a laugh, loud and sarcastic. “You get mad at me for bein’ rude, then you call her stupid? Some white knight.”
“No,” Suki says, and adds another finger and curls them upward—it makes your leg kick involuntarily, and it probably would’ve done some damage if he didn’t catch it in time. “I’m callin’ you basic. Bitch.”
“Oh, you fuckin—”
“Guys! Please!” You scream at the ceiling. You’re exhausted and annoyed, semi-horny and so far away from the finish line. “Stop arguing—do you want me to cum or not?”
And, well. That shuts them up quicker than you expected.
“Absolutely, Baby.”
“Ugh—fuckin’ whatever.”
Suki focuses on you, after that. Kat tries to distract him with playground insults, tugging at his hair like a childhood bully, but the most he gets in response is a middle finger. Suki hoists your thigh onto his shoulder, and, when you wiggle too much, uses a free hand to pin your waist in place.
It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time until you feel the fire in your belly turn dangerous, like wind carrying bonfire embers into trees to ignite them. It’s not your fault—there’s two pair of eyes when there should be one, equally eager, equally fascinated. Kat catches your chin and pulls you in for a rough kiss, and Suki’s eyes flutter when you squeeze around him, like he’s fingering himself and feeling every curve of his fingertips.
You squirm, understanding the specifics of the feeling that builds and hating them. “Ah fuck—think I’m gonna…?”
“Squirt?” Suki finishes with a knowing smile, like that’s what he’s been aiming for this whole time, and you bristle.
“Fuck you,” you pant, but it get infinitely harder to argue as your vision starts to blur with your breathing. “Yes, Asshole.”
“Hot,” Kat nods in agreement, and if you had the wherewithal to, you’d chuck a pillow in his face. Again.
“You know I hate this.” You give Suki an half-hearted glare, and he fights the smile growing on his face. “Why do you do this to me.”
“Because it’s hot,” Suki hums, and honestly, he deserves a pillow to the face as well. “C’mon, Baby—relax, let it happen.”
He starts stroking your thigh like that’s going to help any. It doesn’t, and the stick you use is no longer good enough to defend your impending orgasm, which is horrible, horrible news for the couch cushion. You’ll need to flip it over. Again.
(So—maybe you should just buy a new cushion, at this point. And avoid sitting in your usual spot on the couch.)
While the orgasm doesn’t catch you by surprise, the strength of it does. Your thighs squeeze around Suki’s head as much as they’re able—as much as he allows—and a hand finds Kat’s to hold on tight and squeeze. You feel Kat fall into your shoulder, or maybe you fall into his. Your body burns, buzzes, anything that starts with a b that sounds hot. You’re hot. On fire, actually.
You don’t open your eyes until the feeling subsides—in time to watch Suki pull away, face soaked, and the couch cushion even more so. Kat takes two fingers and runs them along your folds, only to dip them into his mouth and hum with contentment.
“Sweet, right?”
“Fuck yeah.”
And you, feeling the wet cushion under your back, haven’t decided whether you’re going to smother both (?) your boyfriends in their sleep.
(You make both of them sleep on the couch that night—the wet couch that’s their fault. Kat doesn’t get it, he didn’t even do anything. Suki accepts his fate with a knowing grin.)
You woke up in a sweat, breath quick and heartbeat quicker. You took a second to catch your breath, and it didn't take long for you to notice the aching heat between your legs.
With a soft whine, you shift around on the bed, trying to get comfortable.
“The hell?” A gruff voice comes from somewhere behind you—a voice you could recognize anywhere.
You turn around on the bed to face your husband, and he looks gorgeous. Crimson-colored eyes glazed over, blonde hair spiky and messy from sleep, voice rough. No matter how many times you see him like this, you'll never get over how good he looks. “I'm sorry, Kats, didn't mean to wake you”
He had been on a mission for almost a week and had just gotten back a few hours before. He was beat, exhaustion evident in his movement and expressions. Sleep had become a priority over fucking you good tonight.
“‘Ts alright. Can't sleep?” You shake your head. You’d been up all night, dozing on and off. You were tired, but the ache between your legs was undeniable. Your thighs clenched together, cute cotton panties all sticky. You felt like a pervert, getting all worked up for him while he's sleeping soundly beside you. You just couldn't help it! He's too handsome!
You're snapped out of your thoughts rather quickly as he pulls you flush against him, his hands resting on the back of your thighs, right below your ass. “What's got you so worked up?”
Rubbing your thighs together subtly, you whine, “Need you, Kats.” his eyes widen ever so slightly. If he wasn't awake before, he sure is now. He shifts with a soft groan, his sweats already growing tight.
“Seriously? It's the middle of the fuckin’ night”
“Please, need to feel you. You don't even have to do anything, jus’ wanna feel full.” You're borderline begging now; it's pathetic. You'd be embarrassed if you weren't so tired and needy.
He sighs deeply, already moving his sweats down, “Fine, just go to sleep.” he frees his hard cock from his sweats, small beads of precum already building at his tip.
You move quickly, moving your panties to the side and running his dick through your sticky folds. You slowly inch him in, the stretch feeling intoxicating because you're so pent up.
Once he was fully inside you, you curled up towards his warm and toned chest.
Katsuki looks down at you, already sound asleep, breathing softly. You just needed to feel him deep inside you.
First fic!! Honestly, not sure how I feel about it. If you guys have any tips, please let me know. I'm always trying to improve!!
You smiled over at Katsuki Bakugou, your husband, as he and your colleague, Eijirou Kirishima, ran towards you. Katsuki's spiky blonde hair was tousled in the wind, he would've looked quite handsome had he not been scowling at you. You frowned at him before turning your attention back to staring down at the villain you were currently sat on.
In a straddling position, you sat on the back of a villain you, Eijirou, and Katsuki had been trying to take down. The tricky part about this villain was his quirk. He had the ability to take, change, and warp memories once he touched his victim's head. This made murdering easier for him, however, with you pinning his arms behind his back you were safe from his attacks.
"You fucking dumbass! Why didn't you wait for me or Eijirou?!"
"You're not a nice husband."
You got off of the villains back as the cops arrived and took him from you. With multiple cops armed with guns and three pro-heroes surrounding him the mass murderer was smart enough not to try anything.
"Would you prefer I had said pretty dumbass? Maybe I would be a nicer husband if my wife didn't go around throwing herself in danger!"
"If I can apprehend the villain, then I am going to take him down. I'm not throwing away my shot just so I can wait for my big scary husband to help out!"
You and Katsuki were so into your heated argument neither of you had begun to notice that the cops had stopped paying attention to the villain and started watching the famous Ground Zero and [Hero Name] have a marital dispute. Honestly, cops had gotten much lazier now that heroes did all the work.
No one had noticed the lack of attention on the villain, except for Eijirou who had been used to Katsuki's shit-fits for far too long. The villain, who had been directly behind you lunged forward and pulled you to the ground by grabbing onto your skull, Eijirou however, had been too far away to reach you in time.
"No!"
Katsuki grabbed the guy by his jacket and pulled him away from you before blasting him with his quirk making him land fifteen feet away from you, but he was too late. The cops immediately got back to work by getting him into quirk eliminating cuffs and shoving him into the back of a squad car as Katsuki and Eijirou surrounded you on the ground.
"[Y/N]? [Y/N]! Fuck!"
Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up. You had a huge headache and your body ached. You looked around to see Katsuki practically on top of you and Eijirou behind him.
"Baby, are you okay?"
"Not when you're crowding me! Get the fuck off of me Katsuki, I'd rather have my husband over me like that."
"The fuck...?"
You forcefully pushed Katsuki off of you and stood up. You dusted your pants off with your hands and walked over to Eijirou with a soft smile.
"Let's go home Eiji. I'm tired and achy, we both could use a bath."
You held your hand out for Eijirou to take but Katsuki quickly snatched your hand and yanked you away from him.
"Shitty hair, get away from my wife!"
"Katsuki, are you crazy? I'm not your wife. Let go of me, I wanna go home."
"Fuck this shit, I am taking you home."
You tried pulling away from Katsuki but he held a tight grip on your hand. The stupid bastard worked out every day and it really showed. You stood with all your might and dug your heels into the ground.
"Eijirou, tell him to let go!"
"Katsuki, she's confused. Just let go."
Katsuki let go of your hand but quickly bent down and threw you belly down over his shoulder. He securely kept a tight hand over your legs and another on your butt as he turned to his best friend and animalistically growled out his words.
"Fuck off, shark face! I'm taking my wife home, confused or not. Once this wears off we're gonna finish our shitty-ass argument and take a bath, because she's my wife. My fucking wife."
Plot: reader is a bunny quirk haver or hybrid, it’s spring, Katsuki is mean about it.
TW/CW: 18+, smut, heavy on the breeding kink, hybrid reader, cursing, petnames, reader is desperate, p in v, creampie, Katsuki is mean, begging, cockdrunk, minor dacryphilia, manhandling
A/N: love a hybrid au sorry soooo yummy, will probably stop spam posting now, actually have to go to work tomorrow
Katsuki’s so mean.
He’s just so mean.
His hands behind his head, biceps flexing without any effort, a lazy smirk on his face as crimson eyes gaze on you from under blonde lashes.
You’re trying your hardest, cheeks puffing out, straddled across his waist, hips bucking wildly as you grind your soaked cunt against his boxers. Red in the face and whining so sweetly for him.
“I can feel your lil’ tail twitchin’ like crazy.” He chuckles; the only thing giving him away was just how hard he was beneath you.
His observations weren’t incorrect. Your back curved as your clit rubbed against his abs, your little cotton tail puffed up at flicking against your back, ears pressed to your head.
“Ka-Katsuki~” You babble helplessly, hips moving in tight circles, soaking his boxers, abs, your own thighs, “Help.”
You’re pouting, bottom lip jutting out in a way you can’t control. It’s pathetic, it’s needy, it’s utterly sinful.
“You’re so much needier in the spring bun,” he comments, seemingly unfazed by your desperation, not even bucking his hips upwards to help you, “S’like that pretty little bunny brain only has one thought.”
You wail in response, knowing what he’s getting at, grinding down harder trying to get a response, any response. It’s what he was waiting for, for you to get desperate enough that those pretty tears clump your lashes, for your hips to start twitching from getting close to the edge just by humping pathetically against him.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, finally moving, his arms coming to your waist to still you, only making you cry harder, “guess I gotta help. Can’t have my needy bunny cryin’.”
He’s rough with his movements, manoeuvring you onto your back, pinning you below him. You can feel and hear your tail thumping pitifully against the mattress.
He finally loses the boxers, pulling them from his hips in one rough motion and kicking them from his ankles. Your legs are balanced on his broad shoulders as he crowds you, yanking you upward by the thighs so your hips are elevated.
You can only hiccup and babble his name as he lines his cock up. He thrusts shallowly, just the tip, sending you crazy in need by teasing your quivering hole with the promise of more.
“What do you need, angel?” He coos, still being so mean, making you beg for what he knows you need.
“You, you, you-“ You whine, attempting to push forward despite his iron grip on you, trying to take him deeper.
You’re hot, bothered, and desperate enough to drool at the thought. Your stomach is doing flips at every movement, breath, word he utters. It stops, finally, the moment he pushes into you, sheathing his cock in your needy cunt, just one thrust is all it takes for you to shatter around him.
You tremble, grasping at his biceps, nails digging into the muscle as you whine his name.
“That’s one,” he comments through a ragged breath, “got more comin’ bun.”
His teeth clenched at just how tightly your cunt was gripping him; every thrust had him spiralling closer to the edge. Katsuki was shaking with the effort not to bust deep inside you before you’d finished at least once more.
“You take me so fuckin’ well,” he gritted out, “you gonna soak my cock again?”
Your ears are spasming against your hair, pupils blown wide, shaking through each delicious thrust.
“You gotta cum again, bun, can’t fill you up if you don’t.” He groaned, folding you further so his tip could kiss your cervix, nudging right against your womb.
“Fill me up?” You barely manage to stutter out the words, slurred and hazy, mind feeling like syrup, where only one thought prevailed.
“Yeah, you heard me. Gonna fill you up, angel, give you everythin’ your pretty little womb needs.” He rasped, every thrust accompanied by a sharp breath or groan.
Your back arched, trembling through your second orgasm, pulsing around his cock, hammering all the sensitive spots inside you. He fucked you through the second one too, falling forward to press his forehead to your shoulder, putting you in the nastiest mating press.
“That’s it, bunny. You want me to knock you up, don’t you? Bet you’ve been thinking about it all day, your little brain all empty for me. Jus’ a little bunny for me to breed.” He muttered by your ear, breathing heavy as he tumbled towards the edge, “I got you, jus’ gotta take it, lemme take care of you, gonna look so pretty with my baby in your tummy bun. Jus’ gotta let me fill. You. Up.”
An uneven, harsh thrust accompanies each word as he grips you harder, knuckles turning white. His hips stutter, balls contracting by your ass as he paints your insides white with his seed.
You’re panting as he rolls off you, tail finally stilling, nuzzling against him to bask in his warmth.
“Better now?” He asks hoarsely, placing a kiss on your temple, you only hum contentedly in response, “Good. Fuckin’ spring fever.”
bakugou and the very specific type of condoms that he uses.
non-latex, ultra-thin, lubricated and extra large condoms, preferably a pack of 24, something he can keep stashed away in his drawer for later.
another specification, is the particular brand he buys, they can't be just any non-latex, ultra-thin, lubricated and extra large condoms, they have to be kanpeki's non-latex, ultra-thin, lubricated and extra large condoms.
the same brand of condoms that's sold in particular stores of Tokyo, hours away from your humble abode.
they don't even ship online.
that's why he prefers bigger packs. ugh.
you love him, you really do, you love his peculiar habits too—you really do, but the 2.5 hour ride you are currently on because the box of condoms in your bedside table is empty.
"babe, we could get the regular ones." you eyed the rows of latex and non-latex, patiently waiting for him to get snacks for the impromptu road trip, "it's just one night, we'll get them tomorro—"
"it is already tomorrow," he turned to you, palm flat against your lower back, head tilting towards the giant digital clock on the wall of the store, 02:34 am, 34 minutes ago you almost came.
instead of stars twinkling in your vision, they are littered in the night sky outside the store.
"really contemplating getting implant now." you groaned in faux annoyance, arms full of good you planned on devouring before you even hit the halfway point, "do you know how ridiculous this is, we are going to Tokyo, for condoms, coNDOMS!"
you turned to him, expecting the familiar, endeared-cum-exhausted look he had whenever you tweaked upon facing mildly inconvenience, instead you were met with sheer horror painting his face.
and you knew.
you didn't have to turn around to know you'd quite loudly disclosed your very personal business to an unassuming bystander.
he took mercy on you, nodding his slightly towards whoever was behind you before the grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the counter, you were done shopping anyways.
the walk back to the car was full of silence and shame and second hand embarrassment.
you both wordlessly got in the car, snacks tossed onto the backseat, both quiet, both contemplating.
"I didn't mean to—"
"you did, you did mean to," bakugou interrupted you, eyes on the empty parking lot, "I still love you though." he sighed, turning towards you, lips curled into a grimace, "even though you traumatized an old man."
"i didn't mean to!" you groaned, head cradled in your hands, "I didn't mean to announce our personal endeavours, I just thought it's crazy we are going to another city for condoms."
"I know, I know," he started the car, smoothly getting back on the main road, "I'll figure out how to get them shipped monthly."
Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
a/n: lowkey I don't like how this fic turned out, I feel like lately my work hasn't been the best, I find something many things wrong with this fic agh! College has been busy I have exams soon and it's been difficult to find motivation to write, also i feel like I am bakugou too ooc in this fic smh, alas enjoy, hopefully it'll be better soon.
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a/n: mechanic kats i love u - lowk longer than i thought it’d be
your hands are on your hips, lips pouted as you look at the man exasperated. he’s under your hood grunting, muscles flexing and when he comes up his hair is slicked to his forehead and he has a scowl.
“tch, sit down.” he glares at you. “staring at my back isn’t gonna fix your car faster, sweetheart.”
“and where do you want me to sit?” you cross your arms. “it’s dirty.” you huff.
“shoulda called you princess.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.
“and what should i call you.” you raise your chin.
“katsuki is fine.” he walks past you. “not gonna sit on this stool i take it?” he sighs.
“it’s like.. dirty.” you turn to him.
he shakes his head, wondering why he even answered the tow trucks call. you clear your throat and he pushes stuff around on his table, grabbing a towel and setting it down. he turns to you with raised brows and you mimic his expression. he pats the table and your eyes go wide.
“c’mon. i got you a towel and everything.” his lips twitch up. “or what.. need me to lift you up? hm?” he walks over to you.
“no.” you click your tongue and walk over to the table.
you look at the table with a frown, looking down at your skirt and sighing. you drag the stool over for you to step onto, placing yourself on the towel and keeping your feet propped up on the stool. you squint your eyes at him, daring him to make another comment but he just turns on his heel and goes back to your car.
“so how long is this going to take?” you sigh, pulling out your phone.
“don’t know.” he shrugs. “maybe if you got regular maintenance..”
you ignore his comment and begin to scroll on your phone, occasionally glancing at him every couple of minutes. the sound of metal being pulled and scraped, clangs throughout the garage accompanied by more of his grunting.
after an hour you’re completely bored of your phone and go back to staring at him. his back muscles ripple with each movement, the white tank he’s wearing clinging perfectly to his body, now sweaty and covered in oil and grease. he sets his tool down and turns to you suddenly, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm.
“what?” he leans back against your car.
“what do you mean, what?” you purse your lips.
“i mean..” he starts walking over to you. “why are you staring at me?” he stops in front of you.
“i’m bored.” you huff.
“mm.” he fake frowns. “why don’t you run into the shop and get me some water.”
“fine.” you sigh, though happy to be doing something.
you hold out your hand and he looks at you with raised brows. clearing your throat and extending it further, he grabs it and you hum, stepping down onto the stool and back onto the ground.
you smile up at him and pat his chest. “thanks.”
“you are a princess.” he clicks his tongue and walks back over to your car.
you walk into the main shop, it's dim and seems to be closed for the day. you look around spotting the cooler and smile when you spot the water. you grab one for yourself and turn to go back into the garage. when you step back in, your mouth goes dry and you stop in the doorway.
“thank you, princess.” he walks over to you.
his white tank is balled up on the floor, his muscles on full display, flexing with each step towards you. you’re staring at his chest, letting your eyes travel down to his abs and that delicious v line that disappears into his dark pants.
“my eyes are up here.” he tilts your chin up and you’re met with a grin.
“mhm.” you blink slowly up at him.
he takes off the lid of the water, taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact with you, even when some droplets drip down his neck. your tummy twists and you feel heat rise to your cheeks before you walk past him back to your spot. you climb up the stool and plop down on the table before looking at your car with a frown.
“what? don’t wanna stare at me anymore?” he chuckles.
“how much longer?” you glance at him.
“maybe an hour.” he shrugs.
he sets his water bottle on the ground next to him and goes back to working on your car. you can see every ripple and flex of his muscles, the little droplets of sweat that slide down his back. your thighs press together the longer you stare at him and you’re practically panting imagining him above you grunting and sweating like he is now.
“c’mere princess.” he turns to you.
“what?” you squeak.
“need you to come try to turn the car on so i can see what’s going on under here.” he walks over to you and offers you his hand.
“thanks.”
you're too busy trying not to stare at him that your foot slips off the stool and he has to catch you. you’re smushed to his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your back and the other cupping the back of your head. he searches your eyes, making sure you're okay before he helps steady you.
“thanks.” you smile quickly, walking over to your car.
you slide into your drivers seat, glancing at him and waiting for him to tell you what to do. he makes his way back over to your hood and nods at you, telling you to start the car. you push the button and your car comes to life again and you squeal.
“thank you thank you thank you.” you hop out of the car and jump up and down.
“we’ll leave it running for a little bit just to make sure-” you jump on him and hug him, his hands automatically wrapping around you. “what’re you doing?”
“oh! i.. thank you!!!” you beam down at him, kissing both of his cheeks.
“if you’re gonna kiss me, kiss me right.” he clicks his tongue.
you quickly peck his lips and lean back. “like that?” you tilt your head.
he presses his lips to yours and you melt instantly, mouth opening and granting him access to anything he wants. he chuckles, walking you backwards until he can set you back on the table. he pulls back only for you to lean forward and press your lips to his again, your hands reaching out to feel his muscles.
“been staring at me all day.” he mumbles against your lips. “thought you didn’t like dirty things.” his hands squeeze into your thighs. “look at you.” he nips at your bottom lip. “all over me.”
“katsuki.” you slowly spread your thighs.
“what d’you need, princess?” he grins.
“mmm, please.” you hook your legs around his waist and pull him closer.
“want my cock?” he laughs when your eyes widen. “say it. lemme hear those dirty words on your perfect lips.”
“want your.. cock, katsuki.” your face burns at the crude words.
he smashes his lips to yours, tongue sliding along yours while one of his hands presses on the outside of your panties finding them soaked. he laughs at you again for being so wet from just staring at him but you can’t bring yourself to care when he’s circling your clit perfectly.
he tugs your panties to the side, sliding his rough fingers through your folds as your hips jerk. he pulls his hand back and brings it out to his mouth, staring at you as he slips his fingers past his lips. he groans and kicks the stool closer, taking a seat and attaching his mouth to your pussy.
you throw your legs over his shoulders, heels digging into his back and hand flying to his hair to pull him closer. he flicks his tongue against your clit until you’re shaking, sucking the little bud into his mouth and you whimper so pretty for him. your back arches when two of his fingers push into your pussy, stretching you open on the thick digits before he starts pounding them into you.
“katsuki! kats- nghh!! i’m gonna- kats!” your thighs lock around his head as you soak his face and fingers.
“good girl.” he kisses your clit and lifts up. “thighs open.” he pats your leg he starts to undo his pants.
your thighs twitch at the sight of him, he’s big and leaking, veins running down the length of him. he pulls you to the edge of the work table and slides into you in one motion. your lips part in a silent scream and he takes this opportunity to lick into your mouth as he slowly pulls out. the drag sends fire to your lower tummy and then he’s fucking into you with a purpose.
“fuck you feel good.” he pants.
you’re holding onto his shoulders, looking up at him with glassy eyes as he pounds into you. your tummy is twisting, pleasure coiling low as he zeros in on the spot that leaves you moaning. he leans down, lips brushing yours as he stares in your eyes, nose bumping against yours.
“cum.”
your orgasm bursts through you and he fucks you faster, harder. you’re squeezing around him so tight that his own orgasm is sneaking up on him. he tries to push it off but he can’t and with a low groan he’s filling you. he pulls out and watches you leak with him, chuckling as he fixes his pants.
“you’re filthy, princess. leaking with my cum, my handprints all over your clothes.” he pulls your panties back.
“can we do that again?” you pant.
“when you come back for your oil change.” he cups the side of your neck and kisses you once. “next week.”
thinking about bakugo with a girlfriend who loves tanning....
katsuki bakugo, who loves walking into his backyard and seeing you laying on your stomach on the lawn chair by the pool.
katsuki bakugo, who loves when he steps closer and notices the new bikini that you modeled for him the other day adorning your body.
katsuki bakugo, who stands behind you and grabs your ass, hard. kneading it with his large hands that practically cover your cheeks with ease.
katsuki bakugo, who smirks when you open your legs for him, murmuring how you're his "good little slut" as he massages all the way to the damp spot in the middle of your suit bottoms.
katsuki bakugo, who moves your bottoms to the side to draw figure eights between your folds, catching your clit and biting down on your neck whenever you let out your pretty little gasps and moans.
katsuki bakugo, who pushes a finger in slowly, enjoying how your back arches and gives him access to pull your tits out of your top, pinching and rolling your nipple.
katsuki bakugo, who adds another finger, pumping in and out until you're moaning out how you're about to cum.
katsuki bakugo, who last minute pulls his fingers out, making you whine.
katsuki bakugo, who fixes your bikini with his fingers in your mouth, giving your clit an extra pat and telling you to meet him inside.
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this is the first thing i've written since i took a several month break, and thank god i've improved.
i used to only write for harry potter, but i started getting back into anime and similar and i can't get enough of bakugo like lord is that man always on my mind.
my old stuff i was trying to fix... but i think it's unfixable because it's all genuinely horrific.
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