#dvorahasks

“fuuucking, shit.” he whines, rolling his hips up and he hits that spot that makes you weak in the fucking knees. “thats it, girl— roll your fuckin hips.” he groans, his free hand smacking the side of your ass. his dark, tattooed hand squeezes your throat a little more, dotting your vision. “you like this shit, mm?”

“mhmmmm,” you moan, slowly lifting yourself to bounce on his dick. he rolls his eyes back, feeling the contract of your pussy and the pressure of you pinching his nipple. he jerks, eyes snapping to your shit eating grin.

“shh,” katsuki shushes, lips brushing against yours. “just me and you, birthday girl,” he groans, fingering your clit and thrusting in and out in a slow motion of your cunt. “my pretty baby.” he cooed, licking the saliva dribbling from your mouth. “my beautiful birthday girl, just take it.”

“katsukiii,” you mewl, gasping at the force of his cock into your cervix.

“mhm, there ya’ go..” he muses, staring in awe as your pussy gushes around his shaft, lips wet and eyes filled with hunger. “see, you got to come so good,” he praises, pawing your tits.

like you guys broke up over him always being at clubs or gambling, a fair reason to break up in his eyes, but he gotta do what he gotta do. doesnt mean hes happy over it, but seeing you with a new dude? oh hes fucking cocky.

“new man, girlie?” he draws out, the vape leaving his lips and lazily looking to you. you nod, on your phone and licking your lips. “let me meet him.”

“uhm, no?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. “youre my ex for a reason.”

“uh, okay ouch.” he dramatizes, blowing smoke. “we still friends, aint’ we?” he asked, his hands on his thighs. “just looking out for my friends.”

you sigh.

“no, kinji, youre not meeting my boyfriend.”

“why the hell not? tell him to come over here tonight.” he baits you, eyes fixed on you and licking his lips. the evening sun always knew how to put all eyes on your beautiful deep and rich skin.

“that would mean id have to leave.” you protest, failing for his bait. you quickly realize, and you groan.

“so,” he starts, a chuckle to his voice and he leans forward with the vape between his pointer and middle finger. “man has no car? how is he gon’ get you if you need him?”

“kin—“

“aht!” he hushes you, making you bite your cheek in irritation. “how is he gonna take you to where you wan’ go to?” he asks, looking to you. “you gotta call your ex boyfriend to take you to your hair appointments and get your nails done.” he smirks. “matter of fact, tell him to uber here.”

a moment of silence washes over the conversation, and you breathe through your nose and look away.

“girl,” he barks, leaning back and spreading his thighs more— that delicious manspread he always did drove you mad and your center gets gooey. “let me get this straight—“

“you date me, a dude who actually has money— and a vehicle, but then downgrade to a broke lame dude?” he chuckled out his question, “i fuckin knew it.”

“kinji, chill out.” you nervously laugh, eyes wandering to his thighs.. where his delightful cock laid beneath his jeans. “it— its different, he doesnt have a job like yours.”

“you right, he ain’t got no job.” he retorts, watching your line of sight to his growing cock. he grabs himself through his jeans, making a show of his arousal and desire. “im an ex for a reason, pretty.” he purrs, biting his lip. “butttt, if you want this thick cock just fer’ you.. all you have to do is send that text and get on your back.”

“my back?” you choke out, the dick trance leaving you. “why?”

he cocks his head, eyes roaming over your body. “have i ever made you suck this dick before ive eaten yer’ creamy pussy?” he already knew the answer, watching your thighs tremble. “ gon’ head and send that weak breakup text, or you can watch me watch you.”

“the fuck?” he growled, clenching his jaw. “im not a simp.” he wasnt wrong, but he wasnt right, either. denki and him knew that. hell, everyone in the third years.

“you kind of are..” sero said, cleaning his reading glasses. “you did follow her around after a sudden switch up.” he chuckled, high fiving denki and scooting away when katsuki swung.

katsuki hated when people threw the truth in his face sometimes, especially when he didnt want to hear the truth he hated admitting. and that truth? he had a fucking crush on the pixie chick in his class. the one with the most beautiful, deep shade of melanin. the one whos pixie dust was like crack.

but whats even worse? he slept with you before making things official. it wasnt his intention, not really. he wanted to wait— but shit got hot and heavy quick. thinking about it made his cock thicken and leak. this shit was bad, because things could go wrong so quickly.

but what was the nail in the coffin? he would think that if he just got it out of his system, gaslighting himself into thinking that this was purely just lust, not true attraction and there was no future— but once he touched you, it was all over for you both.

“shit,” he had groaned, feeling your plush lips press against his jaw and lick. “damn , girl.” you giggled, which he thought would make his whole world go round. “keep goin’.”

there was no telling you twice, softly nipping and sucking and licking made his head spin and eyes roll back. he grinded his hips into yours, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. “need this cock, mm?” he mumbled in your ear, softly thrusting against you above the clothes you both wore.

it wasnt until he finally had sunken inside your delectable pussy, he froze. seeing your face when he filled you up in the most intimate way made him… weird. as if you purely just belong to him, as if it was supposed to be you and him. he rolled his hips, seeing your lips part and eyes roll back— this was it. it was over for the explosion murder god, dynamight.

he wanted to shrivel up and disappear but destroy everything when he embarrassed himself, by the next time he saw you, he fucking trailed you. was he a aspiring hero or a damn puppy that needed attention twenty four seven? you had even noticed, squeezing his arm and concerned etched in your face. “are.. you good, man?”

‘man?’ as if he wasnt balls deep inside you two night ago?

he scoffed and looked away, willing for the redness in his cheeks to just fucking go away. “im good, i needed to go that direction anyway.” he growled, he was having a bad habit of lying.

“mhm, okay bakugou.”you chuckled. “if you need me or somethin’ , open your mouth.” you rolled your eyes and turned away, to whatever god there was, katsuki still followed close.

he cursed at himself , wondering how the fuck you got to this point. him taking you down to his room. him having a night just fucking you rough but slow. him deciding he actually wants you, needs you, craves you—holy fuck, he had it bad for you. but when you brushed him off, pretended that you didnt sleep together and just… hung out? infront of everyone? he knew that it wasnt just something you told but.. you were just so cool about it? it somewhat made him question if he was the only one you were seeing.

he quickly scolded himself, even if you did see someone else, you werent dating eachother.

the words tasted like ash on his tongue.

- 🍷

double stuffing heroes, creampie, a little mean izuku

katsuki likes tits, big or small.

but if it was one thing, he adored having to suck on a nipple while having his hand in his pants to squeeze his cock— hard as shit. it was always perverted, his hand in his jeans and a hand on your breast so keep it up.

“taste so good..” he mumbles, a moan in his throat and hes pulling you onto his lap, thrusting upwards into your clothed core to feel something; even if it meant having to fall asleep with nipples in his mouth.

“kats— sucking a bit hard.” you remind him, knowing youll probably have sensitive and tender nipples for maybe three days.

in his non sexual domination, its really anything. like moving your hips to the side and like “hold on, dumbass.”

or it could be opening jars or glasses, especially pickle jars or banana peppers. (he absolutely hates the idea of you doing it, because you’ll take a knife and stab the cap to depressure it and open)

its also common for him to get reaaal irritated if you open doors, he will shove you back down and open it.

do not ask to split the bill. he will literally tell you to choke on his smoke and remember your place. (this isnt him being misogynistic, he just knows that if a woman wants to be soft, then let the man do everything.) he is the type to ask if you feel like youve got too much on your plate. (if this is having a hard process, then ill put it simple: katsuki is a man who is willing to be traditional’. he will have his job, pay the bills and give you money to spend either on yourself or for the house. if you want a job, cool— you still only pay for groceries and yourself. he does help with chores and cooks or helps you cook.)

hand. on. thigh.

“katsuki, can i drive tonight? or can i pay the bill?”

“so you callin me a bitch.”

“no..”

“okay then, absolutely not.”

well, thats harsh.

but in a sense, she was indeed, a slut. but she wasnt your “cheat on bakugou with his best friend “ slut. she was a “ill tell you to suck another man’s cock, and youll do it,” slut.

it was subtle. the random assignment of tasks and hero missions with shinso. you honestly celebrated when bakugou came home, alive and shinso, untouched. then, it was the random days he had to help shinso with something.

then, it was shinso coming over and playing a game with you. thats when your alarms were blazing red.

you think its a setup, a way for shinso to just get in your panties and get his dick wet— the fucking perverted fuck stared at you in class, that you caught. it had to be a setup, but when katsuki sat next to you and allowed shinso to command you, your questions lied with katsuki.

“come here.” shinso grumbled, patting his lap and feeling your weight shift into it. he grinned over your head to katsuki, who hadnt noticed’ yet. “good girl. spread your legs wider.” he growled, appreciating your shiver.

you did as you ordered— well, you didnt have a fucking choice.

“pull your panties down.” he said, feeling you take them down just a little. “pull them as long as you scroll on your little apps you read your porn, dirty girl.” he cooed, feeling the wetness of your slit and he nods. “so damn wet when i havent touched you, yet— yer girl is so pretty when she listens, loudmouth.” shinso smirks, watching katsuki’s eyes glued to your pussy.

you try to speak, but you cant, only letting your body do as shinso said to do.

katsuki walks over, cock in hand, and pressing his hand on the back of your head and stroking his cock slow. “are you going to let this creep eat your cunt..?” he grumbled, eyes hazy and lust filled.

you cant nod, speak.

“i thought youd say that.” katsuki mumbled, pulling your mouth open and slipping his cock in your mouth, groaning when he feels your mouth constrict when shinso slowly licks a stripe on your clit.

“speak.” shinso said, with a slap to your thigh.

“ka—“ you gag, hands on his thighs and he rolls his eyes to the back of his head.