everyone has strength—while it obviously various, you’re quite aware your boyfriend possesses much.
you are aware of katsuki’s strength. who isn’t? he’s a hotshot (heavy on hot) pro hero, climbing the ranks as soon as he stepped in. it would be hard not to notice his strength. in the way he walks, talks—it exudes from him openly and daringly.
you are aware of his strength when you watch on the news a recap of his fights with villains, costume ripped over his arms, the noticeable biceps bulging every movement he makes on the defense or offense.
physically, the bulge of his biceps raises the understanding of strength—although it is an understatement—along with his large, warm hands. big enough to hold, envelop, take.
when he isn’t plowing down villains or saving civilians, the strength comes to you. it lies within how his hands move to your back, gently (yet you feel his strength intimately in how he pulls you in) pulling you to his chest to hug you. you feel it when his face lands in the juncture of your neck, letting out mumbled rumble before sliding his hands under the curve of your ass, lifting you up as you let out a big squeal with a laugh that rings delicately in his ears.
you feel it when his hand is buried between your thighs. your back pressed against his chest, slightly squirming against him when his thick fingers into your sopping pussy. when he pumps his fingers, he prods the spongy spot in your cunt, producing whines you try to muffle with your fist in his hand. futile attempt—you know that hand won’t do anything for you.
as he curls his fingers you jolt, hips raising. a shaky gasp leaves you as you adorably pinch your eyebrows, as if you’re confused to give into the wracking pleasure or run away.
however, you only have one option to begin with, a deploy of false possibilities for you to even think he’ll let you get away.
you’re moving waaaaay too much for his liking, so he wraps one arm around your legs, pulling them up to your chest, legs bending at your knees. the angle makes you let out a loud moan.
you feel even more exposed, your pussy now right in his girl without anything to cover it. it makes your fist fall away from your mouth (why was it even there anyway? you know he wants to hear you) as he curls his fingers much deeper in this position. “i—i can’t!” you whine, “s’ too much—“
smack!
a tut of disapproval leaves his lips, smacking your cunt which makes you gasp. “didn’t ask ya’, sweets.” he adds another thick finger along with his two inside your cunt, flicking your clit which makes you feel sharp pleasure, “she can take it.”
even within your pursuit to squirm from his ministrations, you cant move. he’s hardly using most of his strength, and he’s still pinning you to take what he gives. its a realization that your body has already thrummed, and it makes you clench around his fingers
he lets out a cocky laugh to himself. “see? she likes it.”
another moment rings when he fucks you—in this moment, you’re on all fours. a pathetic arch you’re in, incapable of holding yourself up due to his pleasure thrusts. he grinds his chubby tip rush into your g-spot, pressing his pelvis against your ass with a sharp plap!
he lets out a triumphant laugh at your position, too fucked out to even fuck back onto him, your hips twitching every-time he slides back into your needy pussy. sucking him in once he pulls out, as if you dont want to let go. don’t let go—in fact, he’ll do the work.
he wraps his arm around your neck, giving a small squeeze of his bicep which makes you moan. his dick twitches inside of you as he hauls you up, pressing his chest into your back.
he pulls out before thrusting back into you, the angle sending him deeper into your walls. a unison moan, his more rumbly as he leans in, getting a rhythm to his movements. he keeps you pressed against him not only with his bicep, but with the pressure of his hand pushing on your liwer stomach.
his strength is a multidimensional ability that you and katsuki both exploit.
“jus’ take it baby, huh? there you go, y’know you can’t run from it.”
