#squirtmaster302

⤷ contains : pillow humping, face sitting/riding, cunnilingus, fingering, (roommate!higuruma)

It was late at night—your room was tinted purple from your LED lights, with soft music playing from your TV.

You had been horribly stressed the past few days, studying for the upcoming exam in your law class, and you needed some sort of relief.

So here you were, lips parted and chest heaving as you sat straddled over your pillow, rutting your pussy against it.

Your eyes were fluttered shut as you basked in the feeling of the fabric scraping against your clit, the sounds of your heavy breaths and occasional soft moans, the gentle but sensual music, and your bedsheets shifting being the sounds filling the room.

You bit your lip when you suddenly heard the door open and saw your roommate, Higuruma, busting into the room with a textbook in hand, his face buried in it as he clears his throat.

"Sorry, I know it's late, but are you up for studying together? I really don't understand this chap..."

Higuruma's words trailed off as his eyes flickered up to you. His eyes widened but didn't avert, but instead roving over your form.

"...Sorry, again."

Your face flushed in humiliation and you quickly reached for the blanket to cover yourself up, only for his hand to shoot out and grab your wrist to stop you.

"Hey, what're you—"

"Don't," Higuruma murmured simply, his eyes firmly locked on yours for a moment. "Don't cover yourself."

The two of you stare at each other, the silence between you both deafening. Higuruma's eyes stayed locked on yours, both seemingly in both awe and thought, before he clears his throat and drops his book onto the ground.

"...I need help studying for chapter 4, and I was wondering if you could explain it to me."

"Hiromi, you can see that I'm busy—"

"—While riding my face."

Your eyes widened and you stared at him with an expression of disbelief, though your cunt couldn't help but clench around nothing as your eyes momentarily flickered down to his large nose. You swallow. Higuruma notices and raises an eyebrow, as a means to convince you.

"...Think of it like the scribble method, but instead, I keep my mouth busy. It would really help me retain the information, and active recall would help you study, as well. We could both benefit from this."

You bit your lip in thought, hating that he was somewhat right. You also thought back on all of the other times he's helped you study topics you were struggling to grasp, and—despite knowing that he didn't truly need you to ride his face to focus—you couldn't help but nod in agreement, your mind fogged with arousal as you looked down at his nose again. Higuruma hummed in response.

Next thing you know, Higuruma's laid down on your bed, his hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you from squirming away on top of him. He pulled your hips down into his face every time you tried to.

His eyes watched your face distort in pleasure as his tongue dipped in and out of your cunt, his nose nuzzled against your clit, as you stuttered out summaries of each topic leading up to the one he claimed to struggle with.

"Chapter 4," Higuruma hummed, his words muffled into your pussy. "What are the five component steps of a typical rule-based learning?"

You scoffed internally. It was an easy question, and you felt like he was just asking anything to prolong you on top of him.

However, you couldn't bring yourself to care. With every rise of your irritation with him and his audacity, it was instantly being washed away with every grind against his face, your clit catching on his nose with every rut.

He suddenly smacks your thigh at the lack of response, and your body jolts in surprise.

"You're supposed to be helping me study, not just helping yourself by riding my face."

You grit your teeth in annoyance, however your lips part with a soft whine as his tongue licks a stripe up your slit, his tongue stopping for a moment to lick desperately at your clit.

"Get to it."

His tongue plunges back into your cunt and you swallow back a whine.

"Step one," you breathe out, your hips rutting against his face. "The point of analysis."

Higuruma hummed in response, seemingly in approval. He squeezes your thigh to urge you continue.

"Step two: stating the rule or premise."

He buried his face further between your legs, his breaths heavy against your pussy as he continued slowly devouring it.

"Get a move on. Exam's in a couple of hours, we can't spend the entire night waiting for you to answer one simple question."

Your eye twitched in irritation and you glanced down to glare at him. His eyes were already on yours, and he squeezed your thigh in response to your glare.

"Step three is explanation of the rule..." you murmur, your hips twitching as Higuruma's tongue suddenly began to flick at your clit at a relentless pace.

"You get distracted too easily," he grunts, his tongue slowing again and trailing back down to nuzzle his nose into your clit. "We'll work on that in the future. Hurry it up."

As badly as you wanted to be irritated with Higuruma, you just couldn't bring yourself to be—not when his tongue devoured you so amazingly, and most definitely not when his nose caught on your clit so deliciously with every grind of your hips.

"Step four: Application of the rule to the facts, and step five: the conclusion," you sputter out quickly, in hopes of ending this sooner.

Higuruma hummed in approval, the vibrations thrumming through your clit.

"Atta girl," he chuckled, licking a stripe from your slit to your clit. His tongue swirls around your clit and one of his hands leaves your thigh to push a finger into your dripping cunt.

You whine and clench around his finger, his finger slowly pumping in and out of you, before he pushes another finger into your pussy.

Higuruma's fingers pumped in and out of you, alternating between a quick and slow pace, before his fingers curved and rubbed against that delicious spot inside of your cunt and you choke out a 'Hiromi', your pussy clenching around his fingers as you squirt onto his face.

"Fuck," he groans, his tongue lapping up your slick as it dripped down his fingers and drenched your sheets around his head, your body shuddering on top of his.

His tongue slowed and kitten-licked you through your orgasm, before pulling away to breathe, his face glossed over and chest heaving.

He pulled his fingers out of your pussy, your face warm in humiliation as the events of the past half hour finally washes over you, and he pulls his fingers up to his lips to lick your cream off his fingers.

"Sit back down. Let's move onto chapter 5."

im gonna be using this idea hella so bear with me....

also guys ntm on if the actual info abt the chapter is right or not i just used a quizlet i found online and i didnt feel like researching it .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

⤷ contains : fingering, nipple play, rough sex, angry sex, tummy bulge, (husband!katsuki), (f!reader)

It wasn’t a secret that your husband was hot-headed and had an extremely short temper. Even if he was just the slightest bit more patient and lenient with you, he was still quick to get aggravated.

Of course, you always avoided doing things that you knew would irritate him, and since he saw and—although too embarrassed to admit it—appreciated your efforts, he would scoff and brush off anything you did, that did happen to piss him off.

But it got you wondering… What if you dedicated an entire day to deliberately doing things that you know would piss him off?

You tried to shake off the curiosity because you felt that you didn’t have the heart to purposefully anger your dear husband, but alas, you couldn’t stop wondering.

So, since he had the weekend off, you decided to finally give in to your curiosity.

It’s Saturday morning and you’re making breakfast. Katsuki sits at the dining table, waiting for the food, when you walk over and suddenly slam his plate down in front of him.

His brow twitches in slight confusion but he chooses to ignore it, assuming you just had a bad grip on the plate and almost dropped it.

His eyes immediately shot up to glare at you when you came over and, again, slammed your plate down.

“The hell’s your problem, huh?” he grunted.

“Nothing… Why?” you question, your head tilted in faux-innocence.

He scoffs. “You’re going around and slammin’ these plates around like they’re indestructible or something. We paid good money for these nice plates that you begged me to get.”

You hummed and shrugged, digging into your plate of food, and you smiled internally with satisfaction as you saw a slight hint of irritation in his expression.

About an hour later, Katsuki resides on the couch, watching TV as you did whatever it was that you liked to do in the kitchen.

You walk over and plop yourself next to Katsuki with a heavy sigh, and his arm shifted to wrap around your shoulders. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to pay the mortgage, baby..” you whined, a pout on your face as you glanced up at him with puppy-eyes. His expression hardened.

“You don’t even pay for shit like that, the hell’re you talking about?”

“I just won’t be able to make the payment,” you reiterated, slumping back into him. He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth together, and you had to fight the urge to laugh.

Another few hours pass and Katsuki’s sitting in his office, filling out a few reports and answering emails when you peek into the room, humming quietly.

“Baby,” you chirp. “Do you have anything you want me to get before I take the trash out?”

His pen scraping against a document halted, and his eyes flickered up to you. “What?”

“I asked if you had any trash before I—“

“I heard you the first time, woman,” he hissed. “I’m askin’ what the hell you’re doing. Why’re you taking out the trash when you’re supposed to just be sittin’ around and looking pretty, huh?” he scoffed, very obvious disdain colored over his expression. He stood up from his chair and walked over, snatching the bag of trash from your hand.

“Go sit your ass back down on the couch and watch TV or something. I got it.”

Of course, you obliged, giggling quietly to yourself. You felt so guilty, yet it was so fun to mess with him.

Dinner rolls around and again, the sound of plates slamming onto the table echo throughout the apartment, and Katsuki looks ready to blow your head off.

“Seriously, babe, what the hell is up with you? You usually treat these plates like they’re so precious—always yellin’ at me that I ‘need to be careful or I might destroy them.’ Why’re you slamming them around?”

Again, you shrugged and dug into your food. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kats. I normally handle them like this.”

He exhaled sharply, a vein visible on his forehead as his hand gripped tightly around his fork.

“..Whatever,” he murmured gruffly, clearly agitated. “Don’t come crying to me when they chip or break.”

The both of you quickly finish up dinner and he sits down on the couch once everything’s been cleaned up. You quickly saunter over to him, dropping to your knees and sitting on the floor in front of him.

“Oh?” His eyes widen in slight surprise, though he’s clearly not against it.

You lean forward and rub your face against his thigh and Katsuki’s lip twitches up into a smirk, his hand coming down to encouragingly run through your hair.

Your doe eyes gazed up at him seductively, leaning into his hand before you sit up and smile innocently.

“…I’m gonna go shower first, ‘kay, baby?”

Katsuki’s smirk immediately dropped, his brows furrowing in frustration. “The hell? You gotta go right now??”

“Yeah. It’s getting pretty late,” you hum, patting his knee. Katsuki grit his teeth and cursed under his breath as you turned and walked away, the tent in his pants starting to twitch as though it shared the same frustration he had with you.

He rubbed his face in vexation, groaning as he leaned back into the cushion of the couch. He sighed and turned on the TV in hopes of distracting himself from the aching throb in his pants.

You rushed through your shower, anticipating and excited for your last stunt that would probably send Katsuki over the edge.

You quickly rinse the suds off of your skin and jump out the shower, drying yourself off before hanging your towel back up.

After briefly glancing at yourself in the mirror, you open the bathroom door and exit casually, nakedly strolling back into the living room without any regard for anything.

Katsuki’s eyes flicker over to you and widen, the tent in his pants suddenly returning.

“Babe, I’m done, you should go show—“

You were suddenly cut off when Katsuki shot up off the couch and darted over to you, his lips meeting yours as his hands run along the warm, bare skin of your torso.

“The hell’s your issue, huh?” he groaned in between kisses. “Been pissin’ me off all day, and now you pull this shit? It’s like you’re asking for me to pounce on you.”

His lips devour yours, your lips being unable to keep up with his aggressive movements.

One of his hands squeezes at your waist as the other one comes up to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth to open. A soft whine escapes you as his tongue invades your mouth and swirls around your tongue.

Your hands press against his chest, your fingers clawing at his shirt, desperately in need of a moment to breathe.

Katsuki pulls away from the kiss for a split second, long enough to push you onto the couch and pull off his shirt. The article of clothing disappears somewhere behind him before he’s got you pinned onto the couch, his lips hungrily sucking at yours again.

His hand returns to your jaw, holding your face in place, and the other slides down to rub tight circles around your clit.

Your thighs twitch around his hand and you let out a soft noise, your pussy clenching around unfortunately nothing.

He breathlessly chuckles against your lips, swallowing your whines as his fingers slide down to teasingly circle your hole for a few moments before he pushes one in at a torturously slow pace.

The slow drag makes your body shudder, and a second finger quickly follows.

Both fingers begin pumping in and out of you, the callouses on his thick fingers dragging deliciously against your walls as his thumb shifted to rub your clit.

Your eyes flutter shut and your mouth falls open, a heavy breath escaping you as his tongue pushes itself further into your mouth, scraping against the roof of your mouth.

His fingers quickly pick up pace, the movements relentless as they pump in and out of you without giving you a moment of rest. Your legs tremble and instinctively try to close around his hand, and he scoffs.

“Keep ‘em open, baby. You don’t get to provoke me all day and get away with it.”

His voice was rough and breathy, his hand releasing your chin to push your thighs apart.

His thumb aggressively rubbed against your clit at the same time, and he laughed as he felt your pussy clench around his fingers.

“Katsuki, I-I’m gonna—“

“I know.” He always did. He was always so infuriatingly smug whenever acknowledging your nearing orgasms—knowing when your noises heightened a pitch, the way your legs or thighs twitched, the way your eyes fluttered and rolled back… He knew it all, and he wasn’t shy to take advantage of it.

He curved his fingers and grinned wolfishly as your cunt clamped around his fingers again, a gasp and a ‘Katsuki’ falling seductively from your lips as you came onto his fingers.

“That’s my girl,” he hummed in satisfactory, his fingers immediately pulling out of you and leaving you trembling. You whined at the sudden emptiness, and he licked your essence clean from his fingers.

Katsuki stared down at you with a dark and hungry expression, his eyes roving over your twitching body, before swatting at your thigh.

“Don’t tell me you’re tappin’ out already, babe. I haven’t even gotten started yet,” he scoffed condescendingly, his hands undoing his belt and pants.

“I’ve been lettin’ your bullshit slide all day today, don’t you think you owe me this much?” His voice dripped in arrogance, his expression looking ready to devour you as his pants and boxers are dropped onto the floor, revealing his hard, dripping cock.

Katsuki pushes his body between your legs and his large hand pumps himself a few times before rubbing his tip against your swollen clit. He groaned as your slicks mixed together.

“I-I’m sorry, Kats—”

“It’s too late. I think I’d rather take you over an apology,” he cut you off, rubbing his fat tip against your hole before pushing it in without warning.

Despite the prep from his fingers, your pussy stretched widely around his cock, your back arching as a mix between a moan and a gasp escapes you.

“You need to learn to stop fuckin’ around so much. ‘S how you get yourself into trouble.”

He hardly gives you a second to adjust to his size before he’s already moving—his hips hitting against yours as the length of his cock dragged against your pulsating walls.

Your hands scrape at anything within your vicinity—the cushion of the couch, his hands gripping your waist, his forearms, his chest, his biceps, his shoulders, his back… Katsuki grunted and only thrusted harder into you as your nails dragged against his skin.

Katsuki’s eyes watch as your face twists in pleasure, chuckling breathlessly before his head falls onto your shoulder. His breath is hot against your skin as he lets out grunts and an occasional moan into your ear.

His lips nip at your skin before trailing down, capturing your nipple into his lips. His tongue swirls around the hardening bud, one hand coming up to toy with the other one.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft whine at the feeling, your back arching as your nails dug into his.

His free hand trails from your hip and down between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight, quick circles. Your legs twitched around his waist and your hips bucked up, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth hung open as a string of moans and ‘Katsuki’s fell from your lips. That, along with his skin hitting against yours, was the only sounds that filled the room.

A low groan emanated from Katsuki at the sound of his name spilling from your lips, his teeth pulling gently at your nipple.

“Katsuki,” you whined, your nails scraping at his back. “I’m gonna cum.”

Katsuki laughed and stopped the movement of his hips. “Nah. Not yet.”

You whimpered at the sudden lack of stimulation, your chest heaving as you look at him with a desperate expression.

“Thirty minutes of fun isn’t enough to make up for you messin’ with me all day.”

You attempt to glare up at him, your eyes half-lidded in exhaustion, and he laughs again, trailing a line of kisses along your jawline and up to your ear as his hands return to your hips to hold you in place.

“We’re not done ‘til I say we are,” he hummed into your ear before nipping at the shell of it.

His hips resume their movements—slower, this time. A slow pace to torture you; enough to stimulate, but nowhere near enough to bring you to bliss.

Katsuki’s eyes trailed along your body, taking in the slight of your trembling form. He bottoms out inside of you and smirks, pressing at the bulge in your stomach. Your pussy clenches around his cock in response.

“Look at that,” he scoffed. “You like when my dick hits you this deep or somethin’?”

Without giving you a moment to respond, he pulls back and rams his hips back into yours, earning a dark groan from him and a needy whine from you.

His pace quickly returns to the previously harsh one, his movements slightly more erratic than before.

The obscene sounds of his cock plunging into your wet pussy, your soft moans, and the way you clenched around Katsuki’s cock drove him crazy, his inhibitions lowering as he starts to let out louder groans into your ear.

Your nails scraped down his back, leaving red claw marks along his skin. He hissed as the pain and the pleasure faded together.

“Katsuki, it’s too much..!” you whined.

“You can take it,” he breathed out gruffly, his hands sliding down to push your legs back against your chest. His hips rammed themselves into yours, his abs flexing with each harsh thrust into you.

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathed, your back arching up off the couch as your pussy clamped tightly around his cock.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his thrusts slowly losing the consistent rhythm and becoming sloppy. “Me too, baby.”

With that, one of his hands slide up to toy with your clit again, and his face leaned down to capture your lips again.

The both of you swallowed each other’s moans down, your legs shaking as your orgasm builds in your stomach.

With a particularly hard thrust, you gasp loudly and cum onto his cock, your eyes rolled back as your pussy fluttered around him.

He whined loudly, the feeling of your fluttering walls pushing him over the edge as well. His hips stuttered as he spilled everything into you.

Katsuki’s thrusts quickly slowed to a minimal grind to allow the both of you to breathe and ride out the highs of your orgasms. Your chests heaved and your breaths mixed together as his hips finally slowed to a stop, and he pushed himself up, brushing his sweaty hair from his face.

“You okay?” he breathed, his voice rough.

As you nod, he pats your thigh and murmurs an ‘Atta girl’ before pulling out. He groans as he watches a mixture of his and your cum oozing out from your cunt, his fingers spreading open your folds before pushing his seed back in.

“That’ll teach you to not fuck around with me, huh?” he laughs. “Pull some shit like this again, and you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

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request ^^

⤷ contains : (briefly mentioned) size difference, size kink, praise, overstimulation, watersports (?), dubcon, cunnilingus, fingering, (quiet!reader x fratboy!toji), (drunk!reader), (f!reader)

The only thing you could remember before the alcohol made you black out, was entering the party with your friends and immediately making eye contact with Toji from across the room.

You remember the way your eyes trailed over his large frame, and thought about how much bigger he was—he was tall and his shoulders were wide and broad. His body was decorated with large, hard muscles… Not to mention how you hardly came up to his collarbone. These weren’t exactly unpleasant thoughts.

Toji was someone you often heard about and saw around school, though never spoke to—simply because of a difference in cliques. He was always with Satoru and Suguru and their fratbros, while you typically kept to yourself and lingered in the background of the parties whilst your friends had their fun times. It just didn’t seem likely that the two of you would have much in common.

Though when his eyes landed on you, they never left—whenever you tried to sneak a peek at his built torso that was beautifully emphasized by his one-size-too-small compression shirt, he was already looking at you. Whenever you followed your friends into the kitchen for drinks, he happened to be heading into the kitchen as well. Anything after that? Your mind drew a blank.

You blinked a few times and find yourself pressed against a warm form much stronger and larger than yourself, carrying you somewhere in his arms as kisses were being peppered along your neck.

Your hand comes up to rub the dreariness from your eyes, and once your vision clears, you’re met with the sight of Toji’s broad shoulder. His arms were around you, holding your body against his as he carried you into a separate room.

His eyes flicker down to you and he chuckles as your eyes meet his. “Ah, you’re awake. You had fallen asleep on the couch, in the middle of us makin’ out, baby.”

His foot kicked the door closed behind him, and he gingerly laid you down onto a bed with silk sheets. "We should continue what we started, don'tcha think?"

He climbs over you and presses kisses along your jawline before capturing yours again, his hand wasting no time and sliding up your thighs and underneath your skirt.

His large fingers rub circles against your clit through the lace of your panties, a quiet, amused chuckle leaving him as he feels how damp the fabric already is.

“Hadn’t realized you liked making out so much. You coulda just said so, and we woulda done this ages ago, angel.”

His fingers press against your clit again and you let out a soft whine, the alcohol heightening every single one of your senses and making you all the more sensitive.

He chuckles and pulls your panties down your legs, tossing it somewhere onto his floor before his fingers return to rub torturously slow circles around your clit.

The drunken feeling slowly begins to dissipate as a wave of arousal washes it away, your conscience becoming less foggy and becoming more aware.

He pushes a finger into you, pumping it in and out of you a few times before pushing another in, smirking to himself as he feels your thighs instinctively close around his hand.

Toji’s thumb rubs against your clit as his fingers pump in and out of you, a lazy smirk on his face.

The heat quickly builds up in your stomach, but that wasn’t the only pressure building up. Problem was, you couldn’t put your finger on what it was, so you decided to just ignore it, and allowed him to continue.

Your thighs twitch around his wrist and a soft whimper escapes your lips as you clench around his fingers, and Toji chuckles as your cream coats his digits and curls them up inside of you.

Toji’s fingers slowed, however, they didn’t stop, and your chest heaved as you rode out your orgasm on his fingers.

He leans down and presses his lips against yours, groaning into your mouth as his fingers began picking up pace again, his thumb flicking across your clit again.

Your pussy clenches around his fingers again and you gasp, your swollen clit twitching against his finger at the overstimulation.

“T-Toji—” you whimper, your thighs twitching around his wrist, and he uses his free hand to push your legs back open for him.

“Legs open, baby,” he hummed, curling his fingers inside of you as a means of warning.

“I-It’s too much,” you choke out, your pussy fluttering around his fingers. “It feels weird, like—”

Your words are cut off as Toji chuckles, and he presses his thumb against your clit.

“Yeah? Like you gotta pee?”

You blink hazily and nod your head, your chest heaving as soft whimpers fall from your lips.

Toji grins in response and drops his head down, his tongue replacing his thumb as it flicks at your clit with a quick pace.

A choked gasp rips from your throat as your thighs clamp around Toji’s head, the previous pressure in your lower abdomen suddenly diminishing as your body jolts and shudders, a clear liquid spritzing out of your pussy and onto Toji’s face and his sheets.

Toji smirks against yours cunt and groans, pulling his fingers out of your pussy to lap up the squirt and slick.

He devours your cunt, his hands holding and squeezing your thighs as they twitched around his head, and he pulled away as your thighs relaxed and finally released his head.

Toji pulls away, grin gracing his now-shiny face as he licked your slick and squirt off his lips, before leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours, his tongue swirling around yours and forcing you to taste yourself.

“That was so sexy, angel,” Toji grunted against your lips, his eyes flickering over your brightly humiliated face. “I’ll have to get a few more of those out of you… Both tonight and in the future.”

request for my friend hehe… except this is super short AND has been rotting in my drafts unfinished since november

sorry guys idk how to write about squirting, despite being squirtmaster302 づ. ◟マ …

also hehe this is my first jjk fic… there will be lots more to come

⤷ contains : 69, fingering, oral sex (m!receiving / blowjob) + (f!receiving / cunnilingus), (husband!katsuki), (shy!reader) (?), (f!reader)

This Valentine's day, you and your husband decided to spend it indoors, in the calm, quietness of your cozy home.

The past year had been chaotic for the both of you, and going out tonight just didn't sound appealing.

Katsuki had his arm wrapped around your waist, his hand gently rubbing your thigh as you were cuddled up next to him in your shared bedroom, binge watching movies together.

As the air between the two characters on screen began to get heated, it made your mind flash back to a scene you saw in a movie a few weeks ago, where the two characters performed oral sex on each other, at the same time… And you wondered if Katsuki would've been down to try it if you had asked.

Your fingers fidgeted with Katsukis for a moment before you glanced up at him, and to your surprise, he was already looking at you.

“Why’re you messin’ with my fingers? What are you thinkin’ about?” he grunted, squeezing your thigh.

“Um,” you clear your throat nervously, your eyes flickering back and forth between his face the TV, before you hear him click his tongue in irritation.

“I-I wanted to try something with you,” you mutter quietly. “I, um, saw it in a show the other day..”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow. You buried your face into his shoulder in embarrassment.

“The characters.. They.. sixty-nined…” you squeak out, the description making you overly embarrassed. “…and I was wondering if we could try it.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened in surprise, and the stunned silence—aside from the TV—that followed your request was loud.

“..S-sorry,” you cleared your throat and pulled away from his shoulder, your face fuming in embarrassment as you try to backtrack.

“Just forget I—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Katsuki’s lips were suddenly pressed against yours, his mouth devouring yours.

“Hell yeah, we can try that, baby,” Katsuki groaned into your mouth, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth and swirling itself around.

Your hand came up to grip at his wrist and you whined into his mouth as he pulled you closer, his heaving chest pressing against yours as he groaned into the kiss.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun, Katsuki pulling away as he stared down at you with his lustful crimson eyes.

“Sit up a bit,” he commanded as he shifted to lay down. “Get on top of me.”

You silently obliged, following each of his directions until you were pants-less and hunched over his shirtless body, your face aligned with the bulge in his boxers, and his aligned with the lace of your damp panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked…” Katsuki breathed, his fingers tracing your slit through your panties and smirking as he watches your slick soak through the lace and onto his fingers.

Without giving you a moment to respond, he pulled you by your hips and leaned in, his tongue teasing your clit and his nose pressing against your pussy through your panties.

You whine softly in response, your face fuming in humiliation as you paw the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his hard cock that’s already dripping in precum.

You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and run your tongue up from the shaft to the tip, before taking him into your mouth. Katsuki groaned in response and pulled your panties to the side to directly swirl his tongue around your clit.

The sounds of obscene squelching, slurping, heavy breathing, and the faded voices of the TV filled the room, the atmosphere erotically hot and tense as your thighs twitched around Katsuki's head, and his hips unconsciously rocked up into your mouth.

Without warning, Katsuki rips apart your lace panties and pushes a finger in, his lips pulling up into an annoyingly cocky grin as you hummed in protest. He scoffed at your hypocrisy as your pussy sucked in his finger.

"Relax, woman. I'll buy you as many new ones as ya want. You won't die if you lose just one," He groaned as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of your pussy, gently curving it to press against your gummy walls.

A soft whimper falls from your lips and the feeling vibrates through his body, his hips instinctively jolting up and fucking his cock into your mouth in response.

"Fuck..." He breathed, pushing another finger in and watching as your cunt engulfs his fingers with ease.

Another whine slips and his hips jolt again, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around his length.

Katsuki hisses and pulls your hips back to his face, his fingers pumping in and out of you and his fingers rubbing against your walls as his tongue relentlessly swirled around your clit.

His hips continue to thrust up into your mouth with every moan and whine that you let out, his tip dragging along the roof of your mouth.

He groaned between your legs, the sound sending a vibration through your clit. One more curve of his fingers, and you clench around his fingers with a gasp, and Katsuki grins as he pulls out his fingers to lick your essence from your pussy.

You whimpered as you continued to struggle with his cock in your mouth, stray tears streaming down your cheeks as his hips continue thrusting up into your mouth.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna—" Katsuki breathed out before cutting himself off with a groan and spilling into your mouth.

You, tears still streaming down your face, instinctively swallow everything Katsuki gave you, as he panted and frantically licked at your pussy, as if it'd ground him.

Katsuki's hips slowed to a stop, his tongue lazily circling your clit before he eventually pulls away, both of your chests heaving as he lays his head back against the pillow to relax.

“Damn,” Katsuki laughed breathlessly, his hand swatting at your ass. “Let’s do that again.”

I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD CUTE BANNERS OMG. also i tried a somewhat different format… do u guys like it lmk :P

theres not a significant change, but i think i prefer this better, hehe

ALSO my deepest apologies for being late, ive been super busy recently .·°՞(˃ ᗝ ˂)՞°·. !!!

i also lwk hated how this turned out cuz i feel like i didnt describe this well/properly, but i hope you guys at least like this one </3…

⤷ contains : office sex, semi-public, exhibitionism (?), dryhumping, riding, missionary (?), oral sex (m!receive), face-fucking, creampie, (hero!katsuki x bimbo!reader)

Since today was a nice, sunny, peaceful day at home, you decided to text your best friends and invite them out for lunch at the nice little café down the street from your husband, Katsuki’s, agency—one that he often took you to on his days off.

You quickly got dressed in a short, flowery lace halter-top and a tiny, white skirt, paired with white kitten heels with a flower design. After one last twirl in the mirror, you grabbed your purse and hummed your way to the café. It was a nice day, after all. Why not walk?

Your friends waved at you as you approached and you all greeted each other with long hugs at the door, before finally deciding to enter.

It was toasty inside, with the sun beaming through the large windows warming and lightening up the place, and the aroma of fresh bread and brewing coffee wafting through the warm air.

You inhaled deeply before leading your group of friends to the register, where everyone chaotically contemplated on what to get. You hummed quietly and simply ordered yourself a pasta and a small pastry.

After everyone finally finished ordering, you guided everyone to a booth in the corner, sliding in and sitting down. Your friends followed, and soon, a waitress walked over and placed a tray of various dishes down in the middle of the table.

The little date between you and your group of friends was simple—eating, gossiping, catching up… The typical things that friends do when getting together.

After about an hour or two of chit-chatting, everyone bids their farewells and you watch as everyone leaves.

As you’re about to leave, you pause for a moment, remembering that you would be passing by Katsuki’s agency on the way back home.

An idea popped into your head, and you turned your heel to order Katsuki’s favorite dish to-go, before prancing your way to the agency.

The doors opened and the secretary smiled and nodded at you in greeting. “Dynamight’s in his office, ma’am.”

“Thanks,” you chirp, your tiny skirt swaying and your heels tapping loudly on the floor as you walked down the hallway and into the elevator, clicking the button for the top floor and humming to yourself as you wait.

The door dings and you strut your way to his door, swinging it open without knocking.

“Who the hell—?!” Katsuki barked, his head immediately darting up. He paused and his gaze softened—though, only slightly.

“…The hell’re you doing here?” he scoffed as you sashayed your way over to his desk and placed the bag of food on his desk and hugged him. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you.

“I came to drop off some lunch for you, silly!” you hummed, your hands cupping his face as you press a quick peck to his lips. “I hung out with my friends at the café today, and thought I’d stop by and bring you lunch.”

Katsuki hummed in acknowledgement and scanned your outfit. He scoffed again.

“You went out in this tiny thing?” he hissed, his hand sliding down to squeeze at your ass.

You giggled and nodded, innocently batting your lashes at him. “Yeah. Cute, right?”

A squeak of surprise escapes you as he suddenly swats at the plump skin. “Yeah. For my eyes only.”

“Maybe I wore it knowing I’d come see you,” you drawled, ruffling his hair. He clicked his tongue and squeezed your ass harshly.

“You’re so annoying,” he murmured gruffly before using his other hand to pull your face down to his, his lips pressing against yours again.

Katsuki pushed his tongue into your mouth, and you slowly shifted to your knees for better access. He groaned into your mouth and pulled away to breathe.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he murmured roughly against your lips. “You’re supposed to be droppin’ off lunch, not creating a distraction..”

You giggle and slide one of your hands up his leg, rubbing it against the forming bulge in his pants. “I am just dropping off lunch… You decided to kiss me first.”

Katsuki groans, basking in the feeling for a moment before sighing and leaning back.

“Come here, baby,” he murmurs, patting his leg. You oblige, scooting closer and sitting between his open legs. Your cheek rests on his thigh and his hand comes up to run through your hair.

“Hell, you’re gonna be trouble today,” he scoffs under his breath as he stares at your innocently wide doe eyes, your falsies batting up at him. You smirk and lean forward, taking his fly between your teeth and pulling it down. His face scrunches in annoyance—though, nothing with true malice.

You run your tongue along his cock, and you watch in satisfaction as it twitches underneath his boxers. He grunts as your hands come up to pull down the front of his boxers, freeing his hard cock.

Katsuki’s breath hitches, a breathless ‘Fuck’ passing his lips as one of your hands holds his length in place and you drag your wet tongue up his shaft.

When you press a kiss to the head, his hand in your hair suddenly grips it, and he pushes your head forward.

“Quit fuckin’ around. If your intent was to come here and stir up problems, then you better properly take care of it,” he growled, his hips shifting forward to press his leaking tip to your lips.

Your eyes shone with faux-innocence for a few moments, your lashes batting, before you parted your lips and ran your tongue against his tip. Katsuki groaned and his hip instinctively moved forward.

You leaned in, pressing kisses against his pelvis before dragging your tongue back up his length, occasionally kissing it, before your tongue swirled around the head.

You opened your mouth and took the head into your mouth, and Katsuki grunted as the warmth of your mouth engulfed his cock. He used the hand that was in your hair to push your head down, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth.

He guided you, your head bobbing with his hand as his cock dragged against your hollowed-out cheeks.

Soft ‘fuck’s and grunts fell from Katsuki’s lips as his hips began to fuck up into your mouth, his grip in your hair tight as he used it to guide you.

Your tongue dragged against his length and brushed against his tip, the sticky feeling of his pre coating the inside of your mouth.

Katsuki thrusts particularly hard and he groans as you gag. His hand tugs your mouth off of his cock and he pumps himself with his free hand, his load spurting across your face.

He stroked himself slowly to ride out his high before releasing your hair and leaning in his seat with a heavy breath.

Katsuki takes a breather before grabbing a box of tissues off his desk and handing them to you. “Wipe yourself up and then come up here, baby,” he murmurs, patting his lap.

You nod and oblige, carefully wiping your face to avoid swiping your makeup off, before tossing the tissue into the trashcan and staring up at Katsuki.

You bat your lashes a few times before deciding to lean forward and kitten-lick the head of his cock and he scoffs, his hand immediately returning to your hair.

“I told you to quit fuckin’ around,” he scoffs as he yanks you up by your hair and pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling him. “You don’t listen, then wonder why you’re always in trouble.”

His lips instantly crash into yours, his hands running along your body before sliding under your skirt. Katsuki chuckles darkly against your lips as his fingers rub against the dampened lace.

“Jeez, you’re this soaked just from sucking a bit of dick?” he murmurs gruffly against your lips, his hand trailing up to pull off your lace panties. “You really did come here with a goal, huh?”

He slides your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in his office, his fingers immediately returning to your aching pussy.

“Since you’ve already created problems—both for me and yourself—you’re gonna have to fix them,” he hums as he leans back, his cock already hard again as his hands rest onto your thighs. “Ride me, baby. Show me how bad you want it.”

Your mouth watered—he didn’t have to tell you twice.

Your hand reached down and grabbed him by his shaft, lowering your hips down enough to rub his tip against your soppy folds. Katsuki groans, his hands gripping at the plush flesh of your thighs.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed out, his eyes flickering back and forth between your face and your tits as they move in your tiny shirt.

You lower yourself down onto his cock, just the head pushing into your wet cunt. You rocked your hips for a few moments, easing yourself down. The stretch of your pussy engulfing his cock makes you whimper loudly, and one of Katsuki’s hands come up to your chin.

“You’ve— ah— gotta be quiet. You don’t want the entire building to hear ya, do you?” Katsuki sneered, a cocky grin gracing his face. You shake your head.

“Atta girl, that’s what I thought,” he hummed, his hips slightly shifting upwards as his hand drops from your chin to land a smack on your ass. “Now, start moving.”

You swallow and move your hands to grip onto his shoulders, your hips starting to move on top of his. He groans and a soft whine falls from your lips.

“That’s my girl,” he grunted, a lazy smirk on his face as he watches your hips move. “You’re so beautiful.”

You could feel every vein press and rub against your soppy walls as you slowly rode him, the head of his length deliciously rubbing against that sweet spot inside of you.

“Come on, baby,” he hissed, his hands moving to your hips to guide your movements. “Ride me like you mean it.”

A soft whine fell from your lips as your hips followed the guidance of his hands, his fat tip now perfectly pressing your sweet spot over and over again.

“That’s more like it, angel,” he grunted as his hips began to slightly shift to meet yours, though he fought the urge to hold you down and just fuck up into you until you were screaming his name for all of the agency to hear.

Your hips rolled on top of his in a way that made your eyes roll back, his firm grip on your hips making your pussy clench around his cock.

After a few moments of adjusting to his size, you began lifting yourself up and plopping back down onto him, your cunt fluttering as his length dragged against your walls.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to try and stop any loud noises from coming out, and Katsuki felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him at the sight.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” he quipped, planting another smack onto your ass. “To come into my office and disturb me by sucking and riding my dick?”

The only thing you could muster up was a breathlessly desperate whimper, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he mused, his voice rough as he leaned forward to lick a stripe up your neck. The sensation makes you clench around him, and he groans.

“You keep clenchin’ around me, I don’t know if I can stop myself from fucking you myself, baby,” he grunted into your ear, his breath brushing against your skin.

“I-I can’t help it,” you managed to gasp out. He chuckled in glory and nipped at your ear, and you clenched around him again.

His hips instinctively thrusted up to meet yours and you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck..” he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut as his head leaned back against his chair. “Sorry, baby. I can’t sit back and do nothing anymore.”

Before you could respond—or even process what he said—his hands tightly gripped at your hips and he continuously thrusted up into you at a relentless pace.

Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes stayed on you, watching your face distort into a fucked-out expression as his cock kissed your cervix. Breathless, needy whimpers fell from your lips, your mouth hung open and no longer concerned with keeping quiet.

“K-Kats—” you gasped. “I-I’m gonna cum—”

He chuckled and pushed you down to meet his particularly hard thrust, and your words are cut off by a noise in between a gasp and a moan as your orgasm hits you.

Without giving you time to ride out and come down from your high, Katsuki wrapped his arms around your waist and suddenly stood up, laying you down onto his desk, papers now scattered everywhere. His hands slid down and pushed your legs up, your knees pressing against your chest with your little white kitten heels in the air.

Suddenly, his hips were ramming into yours, his soft grunts and your desperate moans mixing together, and the sound of his hips slapping against your wet skin filled the room.

Your back arched up and your arms scraped down his back, your legs trembling as a wave of overstimulation washes over you.

Incoherent babbles fall from your lips as your walls flutter desperately around his cock, and his head falls to rest against your shoulder.

“I’m almost there, princess..” he groans, pressing kisses up your neck before he captures your lips with his.

His lips sloppily move against yours and tongue swirls around your mouth, the movement of his hips losing rhythm.

With a few final thrusts, Katsuki’s hips stutter against yours as you suddenly feel himself finish inside. The harsh thrust makes your second orgasm hit you like a brick, and he grunts as your walls squeeze and milk his cock.

His hips slow down, his chest heaving against yours and you both ride out your high.

“..Bringing lunch, my ass,” he scoffed breathlessly, my brows furrowed into a glare—though lacking any malice. “We’re gonna have to.. ‘discuss’ this at home tonight.”

You let out a breath of amusement and pull him in for a final kiss, and he rolls his eyes in fond annoyance.

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SORRY TO EVERYONE FOR CONSTANTLY DISAPPEARING i just keep losing motivation to post, despite how much i love writing 💔

i have LOTS of drafts in the cooking (which you can see the titles of them in my masterlist) and my requests are always open, so pls bear with me !!! i’ll do better trust 🫩

⤷ contains : angry sex, make-up sex, car sex, dry humping/leg riding, fingering, cowgirl/riding, semi-public, exhibitionism (?), nipple play, overstimulation, (husband!katsuki), (f!reader)

The air between you and your husband was horribly tense after leaving the party that Mina hosted. You both began arguing in the car as you drove off—something about someone’s friend flirting with him, something about you getting jealous, something about how you thought ‘he didn’t do enough to reject her’.

Though right now, neither of you guys could remember exactly what happened. He pulled off to the side of the road to argue with you, but he couldn’t focus. Not when he was leaned over the center console, his hand holding your face in place by the back of your head, his other hand on your thigh, and his lips devouring yours without regard as your hands were fisted against his shirt.

His tongue swirled around your mouth in a way that made your knees weak and your thighs rub together, chasing some sort of friction.

He groaned into your mouth as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, his hand on your thigh moving up and slipping under your dress.

Katsuki’s hand squeezed and groped at your inner thigh before his finger pressed and rubbed circles against the dampening splotch on your panties, making your breath shake against his lips.

“Jeez, you’re already this wet?” he murmured gruffly. “What, you like doin’ this in the car or somethin’?”

You nodded, your mind foggy and any shame wiped away. He chuckled and released your head, his hand dropping down to push your thighs apart. The other hand pulled your panties off and dropped them to the floor of the car. His fingers proceeded to run through your folds, your slick coating his digits.

A soft whine leaves you and your thighs tense as he pushes two fingers into you without warning.

“Haah, you been waitin’ for me to do this or something? Look how easily it went in,” he chuckled breathlessly as his fingers started pumping in and out of you, a cocky smirk gracing his face as he sees your face distort in pleasure.

“Ah, wait—“ you choked out in protest, your head leaning back against the head of the seat and one of your hands moving down to grip at his wrist. You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust of his fingers.

“Quiet. You’ve already been pretty snappy with me tonight, don’t you think that’s enough of running your mouth?” he growled, curling his fingers inside of you.

You could only whimper in response, your nails digging into his wrist. He laughs at your lack of response. “Thought so.”

Katsuki’s thumb pressed against your clit and rubbed in small, slow circles, his fingers firmly pumping in and out of you with hunger and a hint of frustration.

When your legs twitched and your nails dug into his wrist in a way that told him you were about to cum, his lips pulled up into a smirk and he curved his fingers inside of you, the pads of his calloused fingers pressing against that sweet spot inside of you.

A soft whine passes your lips and your thighs close around his hand, your essence coating his still-pumping fingers as you finish onto his digits.

“There you go… It’s nice when you keep your mouth shut, isn’t it?” he chuckled, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit and his fingers gently rubbing against your gummy walls to help you ride out the high of your orgasm.

Katsuki pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, contrasting the rough movements of his fingers a few moments ago, before he slowly slid his fingers out of your cunt, the slow drag of his fingers almost torturous. He pulls his fingers to his mouth and licks your juices off of them before pressing his lips against yours, making you taste yourself on his lips. The action was extremely filthy in itself, but you couldn’t help but love it.

He groaned into your mouth as your tongue desperately swirled around his and he pulled away for a quick breath, a string of saliva being the only thing connecting your lips.

He took in the appearance of your disheveled hair and your ruined makeup before diving back in, his lips moving with more fervency than before.

Only the sounds of your heavy breaths mixing together and the sounds of your lips smacking against the others’ filled the air, a slight fog beginning to taint the windows.

You didn’t want the kiss to end so soon, so in hopes of prolonging it, you undid your seatbelt and climbed over the center console to sit yourself onto his lap, your hands on his shoulders for support. He groaned loudly as his hands immediately moved to your waist.

You pull away from the kiss, chest heaving, to catch your breath, shifting on top of him before rutting your soaked cunt against the pant of his leg.

He chuckled breathlessly as he watched you desperately hump his leg, his hands moving up to pull the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

“Can’t wait ‘til we get home, huh?” he mused, to which you could only reply to with a soft whine and a head shake. An overconfident grin decorated his face as the rubies in his eyes dropped down to your bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Katsuki murmured, his hands moving to grope them before sliding back to unclasp your bra. He snatches it as it falls and tosses it into the passenger seat before leaning back against the driver’s seat, watching in awe as your tits bounce as you ground yourself against his leg.

You leaned forward to get a better angle on your clit, and he smirked as your breasts pressed against his face.

He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you onto his thigh and used his other hand to recline the seat back. The hand on your waist pulled you down with him as his mouth immediately attaches to one of your nipples, his free hand coming up to pinch at and toy with the other one.

Your hips stuttered against his thigh at the feeling of his warm tongue swirling around your nipple and your hold on his shoulders tightened.

He presses a final kiss to your nipple and pulls away, his fingers rolling your other nipple in between his them before moving his hand to grab yours, guiding it down to his belt. “Ride me, baby. I want you to work for it tonight, for being on such a short fuse with me a second ago.”

Your fingers quickly undid his belt without hesitation, his hips lifting to allow you to pull off his pants. He groaned under his breath as you pawed as his length through his boxers before they follow his pants, freeing his hard, slightly-dripping cock.

Katsuki’s hands pushed the skirt of your dress up to your hips and pat your ass lightly, as if to tell you to hurry up.

You reached down and grabbed the base of his length and lifted yourself up, rubbing your wet folds against his tip before slowly pressing it into you, a whimper escaping you.

Katsuki hissed as his fat tip pushed into your cunt, his hands on your thigh and ass gripping at your skin. “That’s my girl,” he breathed out.

You rocked your hips, toying with his tip inside of you for a few moments before sinking yourself onto him, his large cock deliciously filling you up in a way that made your eyes roll back.

He groaned breathlessly, the tense air between the both of you making the moment all the more intimate.

“Come on, baby. We don’t have all night, so get to ridin’.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice.

Your hips rocked slowly on top of his, the feeling of his cock rubbing against the gummy walls of your pussy making you whimper.

He groaned, one hand holding your hip and guiding your movements on top of him, the other toying with your hardened nipple as he fought the urge to fuck his hips up into you.

You slowly lifted yourself up before plopping yourself back down, both of you moaning loudly as he buries deep into you.

You continue rocking your hips on top of him in slow and sensual movements, basking in the feeling of him dragging against your walls before he thrusts his hips up into yours.

“Come on, baby. The hell’re you doin’? Ride me like you mean it,” he scoffs out, his hand swatting at your hip.

You couldn’t help but obey, the movement of your hips grinding faster against his.

He smirked in satisfactory, his hips slightly lifting to meet yours. “That’s it, angel. Just like that.”

Heavy breaths and soft moans fall from your lips as you bounce on his fat cock, the stretch only driving you crazier.

His eyes flickered back and forth between your face and your bouncing tits, his chest heaving. The obscene sounds of your pussy sliding up and down on his cock, the sounds of skin hitting skin, the sounds of heavy breathing, the grunts from him and the whimpers from you fill the car, the windows of the car now completely fogged up.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “‘S not enough.”

Before you could even try to muster up a response, he grabs your hips to hold you still and rams his hips upwards, fucking up into you with an almost-whine escaping him.

“A-ah— Katsuki, I’m gonna cum,” you managed to gasp out, your hands falling to grip at his forearms. He groaned as your nails dug into his skin.

“Well, I ain’t stopping you,” he grunted, his head falling back. “Cum on this dick if you know what’s good for you.”

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust and you let out a mixture between a whimper and a gasp, your body shuddering as your orgasm washed over you.

Like he commanded, you came onto his cock, and your nails scraped along his forearms.

He chuckled breathlessly and thrusted his hips up into yours at a more relentless pace, his mouth hung open as he chased his high and helped you ride out yours.

His hand dropped down and his thumb rubbed against your clit. Your thighs twitched around his hips and a gasp escapes you.

“It’s too much..!” you whined, yours hands trying to tug at his.

“Nah. I know you can take it,” he replied gruffly, his hand swatting at your hip again. “We’re not done ‘til I say we are.”

He continued fucking up into you, the warm feeling of another orgasm quickly rebuilding in your stomach.

The feeling of the overstimulation made your legs feel numb and your pussy clench tightly around his cock as you came again.

Your pussy clenching around his cock made him groan as he reached his orgasm as well, the warmth spilling into you as his hips stuttered underneath yours.

His hips and his thumb on your clit slowed it’s movements, both of you panting heavily as you assist each other in riding your highs.

Once your movements completely stop, he lets out a huff of laughter and sits up slowly.

“Hell, baby, you couldn’t wait ‘til we got home?” he mused as he pat your hip, a cocky grin on his face. “We can continue at home. We’ll go all night, since ya seem to want it so bad.”

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sorry ive been slow with uploading recently… schools kinda been kicking my ass, haha

⤷ contains : pillow humping, cowgirl/riding, (frat!jo), (roommate!gojo)

Your thighs twitched around your pillow as your hips desperately rutted against the fabric, your lips parted as you pant breathlessly.

You'd been extremely stressed recently with school, and even though this wasn't enough to satiate your sexual frustration, this would just have to do.

Satoru had texted you earlier that day, sending you a quick heads-up that he would stay up late playing games with his friends in his room. It was perfect.

He was always loud whenever he hopped onto games with his friends—to the point you could hear his curses more clearly than you could hear your own thoughts.

It was the perfect way to drown out the noise of you whimpering softly as your bedsheets shifted with every grind of your hips.

Your clit rubbed against your pillow slowly, your pussy clenching around nothing and only growing wetter as your clit caught on the fabric.

Your hand slid up to gently massage your tit and squeeze at your nipple when you suddenly heard a knock on your door, followed by a "Yo!"

Before you could protest, Satoru whipped open the door, saying something that sounded like "You hungry? I'm about to order food."

Satoru's voice trailed off as he glanced up from his phone, his eyes trailing over your naked form straddling the pillow.

Your face flushed in humiliation, and you saw Satoru's throat bob as he swallowed.

"...Sorry," Satoru coughed, though his lingering gaze exposed his insincerity. He subconsciously licks his lips as his eyes fall to the wet spot on your pillow.

"Satoru, can you get the hell out—"

"—I can help."

You pause and furrow your brows, the both of you staring at each other. His expression was serious, whilst yours was red in humiliation and bewildered.

"...What?"

"You heard me."

Satoru turned off his phone and slowly stepped closer to the bed, plopping his phone next to yours on the nightstand.

"I want to help you by having you ride me instead."

And that's how you ended up in this position—Satoru groaning with his head leaned back against the headboard of your bed, your thighs twitching around his hips as his hands held your hips. His eyes watched your tits bounce in his face as he guided your movements.

"Fuck, you're tight," Satoru whined, his hand swatting at your ass to urge your movements. "But you're not moving fast enough."

You whimpered and clenched around his cock—it was bigger than you could've ever imagined it to be.

You felt as though you were being impaled and stretched to the point of almost splitting in half, down the middle. It didn't help that Satoru decided he couldn't take it anymore and thrusted up into you.

You gasped and your hands dug into his shoulders, and Satoru huffed with breathless amusement.

"Fine. I'll just have to do it myself."

Again, before you could protest, Satoru held your hips in place with a firm grip as he suddenly began to move his hips in time with yours, fucking up into you.

His cock scraped against your walls, your puffy folds swallowing every single inch despite your whines that "he was too big."

Slick dripped from your cunt and coated his length, leaving a white ring at the base of his shaft.

Satoru grunted and whined as his fat tip kissed and abused your cervix, his eyes half-lidded and watching every twitch of your body as his hips slammed into yours.

"F-Fuck, Satoru, I'm gonna—"

Satoru chuckled and cut your words off with a particularly hard thrust, groaning as your nails scraped down his chest.

"Damn, baby, me too."

Satoru bit into his bottom lip, the obscene squelching sounds and the string of whimpers falling from both of you filling the dorm.

He leaned forward and peppered kisses along your chest before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, nipping at it before soothing it with his tongue.

Your face was flushed in humiliation, your lips parted as you whined and pleaded with Satoru to slow down.

He bit down on your nipple again and you choke out a sound between a gasp and a moan, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock as you came on top of him. Your nails dug into his chest as your face distorted in pleasure.

Satoru whimpered as your pussy milked him and he quickly followed, his hips stuttering beneath you as he painted your insides white with thick ropes of cum.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck.." Satoru muttered, his white locks stuck to his forehead as he buried his face into your chest as he fucked the both of you through your orgasms.

Satoru's hips slowed to a stop, his chest heaving against yours as the two of you silently caught your breaths.

He pulls away from your chest to look up at you with his sapphire-colored puppy eyes. He stares at you for a few moments before leaning up to press kisses along your jawline, his hands sliding up to your waist to guide you to lay down.

"Don't think we're done yet, baby." Satoru hummed into your ear, one of his hands sliding up to squeeze your tit. "We're gonna be here all night."

just something short for now... this school years been actually kicking my ass but i dont wanna ghost you guys again .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

i hope you guys at least found this to be enjoyable...

and like always—this isnt proofread </3

⤷ contains: fingering, orgasm control/denial, rough sex, angry sex, spanking, hair pulling, dumbification, (husband!katsuki), (f!reader)

Katsuki knew you were the kind of person who liked to record as much as she possibly could, and—most of the time—it didn’t bother him.

About a week ago, you saw a trend where you introduce your significant other and refer to them as your ‘current’ one. You found it amusing and wondered how he’d react.

Tonight was a peaceful Saturday, and he seemed in an okay mood. You were sitting next to him, scrolling through your phone as he watched TV.

You glanced over to take a quick peek at him and the video you saw flashed through your mind. Again, you wondered how he’d react if you tried that, and decided to put your curiosity into action.

You tapped his leg with your foot to get his attention, and his ruby eyes flickered over to you. “What, woman?” he sighed in feigned irritation, his brow raised.

“A commenter asked me to properly introduce you,” you lied. It was harmless enough. “I’m gonna record a video, ‘kay, baby?”

He scoffed and shrugged. “Tch. Whatever,” he gruffed before crossing his arms.

You lifted up your phone and clicked the record button, smiling and waving at the camera.

“Hi, everybody! So, a lot of commenters have been asking me to formally introduce my husband, so…” You pan the camera over, bringing Katsuki into frame. “Lots of you probably know him, but this is my current husband! Kats—“

Before you could even finish, his arms uncross and he firmly grabs your arm. His eye twitched in irritation. “The hell you just call me?”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “What? I called you my husband, what else would I have—“

“No,” he hisses, his face scrunching into a scowl. “That’s not what the hell you said. Fuck do you mean, your ‘current husband,’ hah? You planning on getting with other men in the future or somethin’??”

You realized that you hadn’t thought this through properly, and you tried to backtrack. “N-no, baby,” you quickly shook your head, but as you opened your mouth to defend yourself, his arm yanked you over to him and his lips were suddenly on yours, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You gasp.

“Stop the damn video,” he rasps, and of course, you oblige. Maybe you shouldn’t have done this.

He stares at you with anger and a hint of hunger for a few seconds before lifting himself up and pinning you down onto the couch.

“You wanna keep fuckin’ around, huh?” he scowls, his hands moving under your shirt to grope your skin before pulling it up and off of you, throwing it off to the side somewhere.

“You want a new husband?? Huh? The hell’s that all about?”

His hands move to quickly strip you down to your bra and panties, a quiet groan escaping him as his eyes rove over your body, before he quickly pulls his shirt off and throws it into the pile of clothes that’s building up.

“You’re not gonna be able to think about anybody but me when I’m done with you,” he growled, and you felt yourself clench around nothing as you watched his pants follow his shirt. The tone of his voice both scared you and turned you on.

He leans forward and presses his lips against yours, one hand sliding under your panties and the other gripping your jaw to open your mouth. His tongue forces itself into your mouth, swirling around yours in a way that leaves you both breathless and wet.

His hand in your panties moves down, immediately shoving a finger into you without warning, and you gasp in surprise against his lips. “Hah, you’re already so wet. You likin’ this?” He mused, his finger thrusting in and out of your cunt.

The anger was making him move at a pace that you were having a hard time keeping up with.

Not that you were complaining.

He smirked as you nodded and proceeded to push another finger into you. He nips at your bottom lip as your pussy clenched around his fast-moving fingers.

“Your other husbands can’t get you like this with just their fingers, can they?” he sneered, curving his fingers against your walls. Your back arched and you whimpered.

“Answer me. Are they gonna have fingers as satisfying as mine, huh?”

You let out whines and mewls instead of words, your legs moving to close around his hand. He growled and his hand left your jaw to push one of your legs down. “Legs open,” he growled, his fingers curving into you again.

Your legs twitched and you whimpered, your head slightly throwing back.

“K-Katsuki—“ you managed to breathe out in an attempt to protest, but you were cut off with a ragged moan from him pulling out his fingers and ramming them back into you.

“Answer my questions.”

“N-no,” you whine out breathlessly, shaking your head. “They.. They won’t..”

He hums in satisfaction and curves his fingers inside of you yet again, as if to reward you for responding. Your thighs twitched as the heat built up in your stomach. He noticed and pulled his fingers out of you, a whine leaving you at the sudden emptiness.

“Nah. You don’t get to cum. Not without your ‘current husband’ teaching you a thing or two about tryna piss me off.”

You were suddenly flipped over onto your stomach, his large, muscular form towering over you from behind, before his hand lands on your ass, giving it a firm smack.

“If you think I’m lettin’ you leave me for some extra who won’t be anywhere near as good as me, then I’m gonna have to readjust something inside of you to make you start thinkin’ right.”

His hands push down his boxers, freeing his slightly-dripping length. He pumps himself a few times before pushing your panties to the side and without warning, pushes his cock into you with a breathless groan.

Your eyes widen and you let out a mix between a moan and a gasp, your back arched and hands fisted against the cushion of the couch.

“W-wait—!”

“Shut up,” he rasps into your ear, his fingers tangling in the hair on the back of your head and pulling slightly, lifting you up enough for him to see your wrecked face.

“If I’m apparently your ‘current’ husband, then I needa be better than the rest,” he hummed, his lips pulling into a grin at your dazed expression. “But you know I don’t like to share, so I’ll just have to fuck you stupid ‘til you can only think of me as your forever husband.”

With that, he dragged his cock out of you at a torturously slow pace, before ramming it back into you.

He continuously thrusted in and out of you with a relentless pace and brutal force, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs.

You whined loudly with every thrust and your vision went blank. Your mind was clouded and every time you tried to form a sentence, only incoherent babbles left your lips.

He pulls on your hair again, letting out heavy pants and grunts as his lips trail along your jawline. “You thinkin’ about leaving me still? Huh?”

You couldn’t reply. Hell, you didn’t even hear anything he said, not even as he chuckled breathlessly and nipped at your ear, groaning your name into it.

“Can’t answer me? You too stupid to answer anything now?” he mused, his lips moving to kiss away a stray tear falling down your cheek.

The only thing on your mind was the pleasure, and the heat that he was rebuilding up in your stomach. You clawed desperately against the couch cushions, mewling as he mercilessly fucked you into the couch.

“G-gonna cum,” you somehow managed to squeak out.

He chuckles breathlessly, his face burying into your shoulder. “Me too, baby. Go ahead.”

Your body immediately listened and jolted underneath him. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around his cock as you convulsed, your orgasm hitting you like a brick wall.

He groans at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him, and it pushes him over the edge as well.

His thrusts become sloppy and his movements slow down a bit, both of you riding out your highs.

Your vision and mind finally cleared as he slowed his hips to a stop, both of your chests heaving and bodies slick with sweat.

Your trembling body shuddered as he slowly pulled out of you, his hand releasing your hair and sliding down to rub your back.

You shifted your head to look back at him, only to be met with an arrogant grin on his face.

“Keep doing those stupid little trends you see on TikTok, and this’ll be the state I leave you in every time,” he laughs, patting your ass again. “Now, since you like telling everybody our business, go ahead and tell them that my reaction to your bullshit, was rearranging your guts.”

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