#im begging

katsuki Bakugo doesn't beg....but currently he is!

The rain is drumming a relentless, heavy beat against the window of his dorm room, but the only sound filling the space between you two is the ragged edge of his breathing.

Katsuki Bakugo doesn't beg. He commands. He demands. He takes what he wants by sheer force of will and explosive talent. Everyone knows this. You know this.

Which is exactly why the sight of him right now is completely short-circuiting your brain.

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched forward, broad back curved in a rare show of defeat. His hands usually lethal, sparking, and steady are gripping his own knees so tightly his knuckles are stark white. He isn't looking at you. He’s staring at the floorboards, his ash-blonde hair falling forward to shadow his face.

"Just… shut up for a second and listen," he rasps. His voice is lower than usual, stripped of its normal explosive volume, leaving behind something raw and dangerously scraped thin.

"Katsuki, I should go," you say softly, taking a half-step back toward the door. You’re exhausted from the circular arguments, the miscommunications, the walls he keeps building up just to blast away.

He flinches. The movement is so fast, so uncharacteristic, it makes you freeze.

"I said listen," he snaps, but the usual venom isn't there. It’s panicked. His head snaps up, and when his crimson eyes lock onto yours, your breath hitches. They’re bloodshot, fierce, and terrifyingly glossy.

He shifts off the bed, his heavy boots hitting the floor, but he doesn't bridge the gap to crowd your space like he usually does. Instead, he drops his weight onto his knees right there on the floor. It’s not a clean, submissive kneel—it’s a desperate, heavy collapse. He hooks his fingers into the fabric of your jeans, his grip white-hot even through the denim.

"Don't walk out that fucking door," he breathes.

You stare down at him, completely paralyzed. The top hero prospect of UA, the guy who swore he'd surpass All Might, is grounded at your feet, looking up at you through his bangs.

"Katsuki… get up. What are you doing?"

"No." He buries his forehead against your knee, his shoulders trembling. It’s a microscopic movement, but to you, it feels like an earthquake. "If I get up, you’re gonna leave. You’ve got that look in your eyes. The one where you’ve already decided I’m too much of a monster to deal with."

"That's not—"

"I’m not finished!" he barks, a flash of his usual fire sparking, but it dies out instantly, swallowed by the sheer desperation in his voice. His hands slide up to your waist, clutching at your shirt, pulling you just an inch closer.

"I know I’m a loud, short-tempered bastard. I know I don't say the right shit. I know I ruin everything I touch because all I know how to do is blast it to pieces. But don't do this. Don't just give up on me."

He takes a sharp, shuddering breath against your clothes.

"I'll be quieter. I'll… I'll think before I opening my fucking mouth. Just tell me what you want me to do to make you stay, and I’ll do it. Anything.

Just don't leave me behind."

He’s never said those words to anyone. Don't leave me behind. It’s his ultimate fear, wrapped up in a confession he’d probably kill anyone else for hearing.

Slowly, you sink to your knees too, matching his level. The moment your knees hit the floor, Katsuki's hands fly to your face. His palms are warm, rough with calluses, and trembling as they cup your cheeks. He hovers close, his breath hot against your lips, completely unraveled.

"Look at me," he whispers, his voice cracking on the edge of a sob he refuses to let fall. "Please. Just look at me."

The word please tastes like ash in his mouth, but he swallows his pride anyway, offering it up to you like a sacrifice. His eyes are searching yours, pleading for a savior, begging you to tell him that his explosive, chaotic soul hasn't finally driven away the only thing he actually cares about keeping.

cw: established relationship, stalking implied, smut, mommy kink, bondage, slight orgasm denial

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who begged you to stay at his apartment after spending one evening there — so he could make sure you were safe

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who always makes sure you are staying away from danger

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who makes you text him every time you go out — grocery shopping, leaving your workplace during your lunch break, throwing away the garbage, going to the doctor — he NEEDS to know it all

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who seems to always be five feet away — done with work? He’s waiting outside. Going for a walk? He’s by your side.

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who has you set as his home- and lockscreen the second you decide to go on a second date

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who turns red whenever you tell him that you can’t talk right now because you’re about to shower

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who immediately feels embarrassed when he starts thinking about you while touching himself

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who is therefore touch-starved and has been for over a week

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who immediately grows hard once he reads the “thinking of you”-text pop up on his lockscreen

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who with trembling fingers decides to open the picture you sent him only to be met with the silhouette of your naked figure

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who feels his cock twitch in his trousers

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who is too scared to answer and just stands there looking at your picture like a creep

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who is knocked back into his senses by the sound of his doorbell

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who in a panic runs around his apartment and only stops at the sound of his doorbell ringing again

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who opens it, expecting the mailman but is greeted by you

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who finds himself tied up to his bed, begging for release

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who seems to have forgotten how to think properly and only says things like “please mommy, I was good, I promise mommy.”, “I haven’t touched myself — I swear!”, a tear rolling down his cheek as his overstimulated body twitches

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who finally hears you say: “okay, I see you have been good — you may come.”

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who immediately shuts his eyes while letting go and feeling his cock spurting out hot strings of cum for the first time in WEEKS

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who repeatedly thanks you for letting him come while thinking of you: “thank you mommy, I swear I won’t touch myself without permission, thank you — thank you — thank you.”

The best thing that can come from Lucifer being kidnapped would be him and Al getting tied up together but they start heckling the Vees like the old gay couple from the muppets

SO HANDSOME..

!warnings! ⚠; SMUT, MINORS GO AWAY! unprotected p in v (wrap ur willy), softdom-ish!Mike, fem!reader, descriptive sex, a little fluffy at the end, reader is obsessed with Michael's sex faces, creampie.

wc; 0.5k

a/n; hiii!! this is my first ever smut fic, so it isn't as amazing as i wish it was. i hope ya'll enjoy it! it is quite short ://