#dvorahrambles

“get in bed, you sleaze.” you paw at him to try and get in the bed, but he falls backwards with you.

you straddle his lap, him hiccuping and giggling. “you look so fine, princess.” he praises, trying to press his clothed cock inside of your clothed cunny. “need’ta get in your holes, lemme inn..” he whines, his hands pressing you down by your hips.

“toji—“ you try, wriggle out of his grasps and tucking him in.

“but mamaaa.. please?” he whines again, his obvious hard on poking through the sheets. “ive been craving ya fer all damn day!” he slurs, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he loses consciousness.

your friendship was great, a simple one but almost like it was everything katsuki would fantasize about.

the problem? how the fuck does he flirt.. or how the fuck does he even tell you what he feels for you?

he does overthink, we seen that when izuku first joined yuuei, but you? fuck, that was different. he overthinks about his strength, knowing he barely survived and now has a fucked up arm, would that turn you away? would he lose you, too?

no, thats stupid. youve seen him since he was balling like a baby because all might retired. youve seen him sick and hospitalized.

“never knew i, myself, nor my wives would like watching me fuck into a new girl.” he revealed, hips juttering into your walls and him relaxing a hand on your spine. “fuck, youre tight.” he chuckles, jaw slightly dropping.

makio, hinatsuru, and suma only watch in awe, their nipples pebbling through their clothes. suma, of course, is only so flustered by the pornographic scene of both of you, how your legs are spread open, how creamy you could get, fuck— even how your eyes cross when he hits that good spot you can feel in the side of your tummy. hinatsuru and makio? they couldnt handle it, having to take their fingers and touch themselves to both of you.

“see that? they absolutely adore watching us fuck together..” he giggles, kissing your shoulder and plows his hips harder. “might adore us so much, might need’ta fuck you even harder.” he goes again, leaning up and pulling your front and back on his cock.

his hand grabs your arm, pulling it back and folding it for support. “god, look at all four of you..” he revels, him pulling you up to his chest that you could barely fill and thrusting harder.

“lord— tengen!” you moan, tears falling down your cheeks and biting your lip. nine and a half inches was definitely a bit much, but he slowly made you take every inch you could possibly take. “please–“ you rasp, hands gripping his forearm. “im gunna’ cum, im gunna cu–!”

you look to him, eyebrow raised and face straight. you were surprised, knowing how yuuji is and how hot he runs. he was a gooner for you, to say the least. yet, he doesnt know shat that means? you know hes a little slow, but not THAT slow.

you tilt his chin and softly press your thumb on his lips, him granting access and you spit in his mouth.

“thats what it means.” you softly say, letting him go and going back to scrolling on your phone. you paid it no mind, occasionally yuuji would just randomly spit in your mouth so it shouldnt bother him.

you giggle in delight, and somewhat of a horny state. “kari, you pervert.” you moan when his hand snakes around and grips your throat, his lips hovering yours and eyes low.

“this ain’ even the start, babydoll.” he whispers, pulling his lip back with his teeth and hands wander. “and you use exactly what i told you to use, my goof fuckin girl.” he praises, a harsh slap to your ass.

you moan again, walls clenching around nothing and thighs quivering.

“how much my girl make today?” he asks, kissing your throat and tugging your hair. he had you do a certain hairstyle and have certain earrings on, he knows that game.

“three hundred card tips, fifty five in cash..” you moan, clit throbbing and needing attention. “its not much but—“ you cut yourself off with a yelp, another slap to your ass and a soft bite to your throat.

katsuki was a energy matcher.

any attitudes you gave him he matched it right back, or any back talk, he had to have the last word.

its pretty much why kirishima can be tolerated by him, because kirishima indulges in his shit. or they can argue with each other about shit without actually being upset, because both parties know how each other can be.

but when it came to you and him in sheets? a whole new world of him being a mocking bastard. especially when he has you pinned down and has your ass in the air, so much so. your whines only fuel him more, especially when you’re looking exposed.

and his cock drives deeper into that spot that makes your toes curl up, a drooling mess for him and you reach your arm back to pat on his peach fuzzed chest— just for him to pin that arm down on your back and laugh so mean. “yeah, you wanna help daddy? m’kay baby, you can help daddy, there you go.”

“no— no, dont wanna help!” you moan, eyes rolling to your skull and you sob. your moans hiccup, still trying to get your arm back and squirm.

“yes you do.” he mocks at you, using your arm and elbow as a handle bar and pulling you back deeper, deeper onto his cock. “fuckin’ love how my cock drives deep inside you, hm?” you were so wet, his cock slipping out and you try to squirm away from him, just for one second. “no, no, dont squirm away.” he coos, dropping his hand onto your ass and leaves a red hand mark on you. “ill just pull you back in.”

you couldnt speak, your body being pressed into the bed. it took all of your strength, your willpower to try and apologize for calling him a dumbass bastard.

“ill take this pussy how i want.” he seethes, spitting his saliva onto your slit and riding your ass practically. “you, are, fuckin, mine.” he punctuating with each thrusts.

he yanks your hair, pulling your face from the bed and pressing his face against the side of yours from behind. “whos pussy is this?”

“y—ours! i swear it!” you quickly say, moaning when the curve of his tip grinds against that spot that is a trigger for you to squirt.

“yeah, better fuckin’ be.” he nods, forcing you back into the bed. “fuckin’ whore body was meant for curse cock, wasnt it?” he mindlessly asks, landing harsh slaps and digging his nails into your skin.