it’s the final day the three of you are meeting up to finish the group project and of course you’re nowhere to be found. katsuki’s been grumbling and izuku is doing everything to ignore him as he types out the final slides.
“you think she’d at least attempt to show up on time today..” katsuki pushes back in his chair.
“doesn’t matter.. we gotta finish it anyway.” izuku glances up from the laptop.
“we shouldn’t even put her name on it.” katsuki groans. “she barely-”
“hiiii, i’m sorry.” you push into the dorm, throwing your backpack and purse onto the couch. “i woke up late from my nap.” you plop down into a chair.
“must be nice.” katsuki glares at you. “why even show up?” he turns to you with narrowed eyes.
“cause it’s a group project?” you tilt your head.
“that you’ve done nothing for besides complain and talk about your recent fuck.” katsuki watches your cheeks flush.
“that’s not true.” you mumble.
“mm, she brought us coffee that one time.” izuku looks up from the laptop at you.
“hah you’re right.” katsuki turns to him with a lazy grin. “well.. let’s hear it princess.” he looks back at you. “how was the dick game at last night's party? got bent in half and used like normal?” you frown.
“you’re being mean.” you cross your arms.
“ohhh you’re pouting now? she’s pouting izuku!” he turns back to his friend.
“kats..” izuku sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “we need to get this done.”
“we were thinking about not putting your name on it.” katsuki laughs at your whine.
“but.. i.. mm.” you purse your lips.
“but what? what have you done?” katsuki turns to you.
“like keep you guys company.” you look to izuku for help but he’s buried in the laptop.
“gonna have to offer us something better than that to get your name on this project.” katsuki’s eyes darken. “isn’t that right, zuku?”
“mm.” he hums.
“like what?” you lean forward.
“let me and izuku split you open.” he grins when your cheeks flush.
“like.. at the same time?” you suck your bottom lip in.
“what d’you think?” he lulls his head back to izuku. “same time?”
“f’what?” izuku looks up, annoyed at being interrupted again. “kats im tryna fin-”
“to fuck her.” izuku’s eyes shoot over to you. “she wants her name on the project.. then she’s gotta earn it.”
izuku slowly shuts his laptop and looks between the both of you. he pushes his chair back from the desk, eyes darkening at the thought.
“zuku.” you whine at him.
“we’ll just have to get her ready but.. she’ll take us both.” izuku nods to katsuki. “stand up.” he looks over to you. you uncurl your legs from under you and stand, chest heaving in anticipation. “strip.”
“what?” your eyes go round.
“c’mon princess.” katsuki chuckles. “know you’re not that dumb.”
you whine, slowly bringing your hands to the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. you unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground, cheeks pink and nipples pebbling in the cool air of their dorm. next your skirt falls to the ground, followed by your tights and panties.
you stand in the middle of the room, you can feel their eyes all over you, already marking and grabbing without even getting up. when they do get up, your breath hitches as they surround you.
katsuki is first to touch you, he’s standing behind you and his hands land rough on your waist, pulling you back against him. izuku stands in front of you, tilting your head up, letting his hand trail down to your throat while his other traces between the valley of your chest.
“gonna be good?” izuku searches your eyes.
“yeah right.” katsuki scoffs.
“i will.” you whine, trembling under their hands already.
they lead you over to the bed, tossing you back and watching you bounce on the mattress. they look at each other in a silent discussion before izuku nods at katsuki.
“open these thighs for me.” katsuki pats your ankle.
you spread your legs and katsuki wastes no time diving between them, groaning as he licks a wide stripe up your center. your thighs clamp around his head but his fingers dig into your soft flesh and pin them to the mattress. your hips grind against his face, back arching when he sucks your clit into his mouth.
“mmmngh! katss!” your hand flies to his hair.
you peel your eyes open when you hear izuku chuckle, your eyes find him and your legs twitch when you find him stroking himself.
“gonna cum all over kats’ face?” izuku swipes at his leaking tip.
he watches you nod, teeth dug into your bottom lip and the way your toes curl. he rubs his palm over his tip the same moment you cum, groaning lowly as your whimpers bounce off the wall.
katsuki doesn’t stop, just holds your legs hard to the mattress and licks down to shove his tongue in your pussy. he’s humping against the bed, chin dripping with your sweetness.
“katskatskats!! i- nghh!”
he smiles when he feels you cum again, quickly licking up to your clit and flicking against it until you're practically sobbing. he lifts up and you think you’ll get a break only for izuku to take his place.
“gonna finish getting you ready f’us.” izuku looks up at you between your thighs.
your hips jolt at the first swipe of his tongue on your clit, immediately followed by him pushing two thick fingers into your pussy. he pushes your legs up to your chest and holds them there with his other arm as he slowly fucks his fingers into you.
“think your little pussy is ready for me and zuku, princess?” your eyes follow katsuki’s voice.
izuku chuckles into your heat when you clench around his fingers when you see the size of katsuki. he starts fucking his fingers into you faster, pussy soaking his hand already. he curls them just right and you’re gasping, tummy coiling, orgasm right on the edge.
“zuku i’m gonna- hic! gonna cum!” you toss your head back into the pillows.
your orgasm slams through you, body shaking, and izuku starts slamming his fingers in even faster. your mind goes fuzzy and you feel your cheeks wet from tears. katsuki laughs seeing you squirm on the bed, senseless babbling and whining.
“don’t think there’s any thoughts left in this pretty little head.” he sits next to you on the bed, hand reaching out and brushing your hair back. “huh?” he watches you blink up at him with wet lashes.
your lips part when izuku sucks your clit into his mouth and you shatter. eyes rolling back, hips bucking, toes curling. when you finally blink your eyes open again they’re both sitting at the end of the bed between your open legs.
“we’re gonna have to line up together.” izuku reaches for katsuki’s dick but he slaps his hand away. “kats they’re gonna touch anyway.” he raises his brow.
“yeah, alright.” katsuki scoots closer.
izuku reaches out again, wrapping his fingers around katsuki and presses his dick against his own. his free hand reaches out and grabs some of your slick and smears it against them both before wrapping both of his hands around them and pumping them together.
“izuku this is- fuck!” his hips jerk when izuku swipes at his tip. “this isn’t lining up.” his cheeks are red.
“we gotta get wet enough.” izuku glances up. “feel good?” he squeezes his hand tighter.
“yeahh.” katsuki pants.
you’re staring at them with parted lips, chest heaving, thighs twitching in anticipation. you can feel your pleasure rising from just imagining the first stretch of them pushing in.
“zuku.. we should- hah! we should line up.” he buries his fingers in izuku’s hair and pulls his head up to look at him.
“gonna cum or something, kacchan?” he tilts his head, smirking when katsuki’s dick twitches at the nickname.
“i.. no! just- ”
“s’okay. we gotta switch positions anyway.” izuku releases the both of them. “lay on your back.”
“what?” katsuki’s chest is still heaving.
“lay back.” izuku nods towards the bed.
katsuki huffs but lays back, dick slapping against his stomach, heavy and hard. izuku pulls you up and has you straddle kats and lean down, lifting your ass into the air. izuku slides in between both of your legs, reaching down and grabbing kats’ dick and smushing it against his again.
“izuku.” katsuki groans.
“shut up, i’m lining us up.” izuku starts to slide their tips through your sticky folds, making you and katsuki moan. “alright baby, it’s gonna be a big stretch.”
“kats i need you to hold her hips f’me.” izuku put his other hand on the small of your back, making you arch deeper.
you bury your head into katsuki’s neck, whimpers spilling into his ear when they start to push at your dripping pussy. you breath catches when their tips split you open. your eyes squeeze shut at the burn, body buzzing with every feeling.
“still with us baby?” izuku pats your ass.
“y-yeah.. ‘s a lot.. big.. full.” your breath is coming out in pants.
“kats,” he pats his thigh. “you good?”
“fuuck yeah, she’s warm n tight.” his fingers dig into your hips.
they keep slowly inching in and when you feel them finally settled, your head gets a little mushy. they stay buried inside you for what feels like forever but the first slow drag of them pulling out leaves you gasping for breath.
“doing so good, baby.” izuku coos. “taking us so good.” they slowly start to push back in.
“feel s’good.” katsuki’s breath fans across your neck.
they’re slowly rocking in and out of you, izuku is whispering praise above you and katsuki is letting out the breathiest whimpers below you.
“want.. want- mmf! fas-faster please!” you sputter out.
“katsuki.” izuku taps kats’ hand on your waist. “pull yourself together, supposed to be ruining her w’me.”
“fu-fuck off.” katsuki bucks his hips up and steals the breath from you and izuku.
they both start fucking you, the stretch and intensity making drool pool at the corner of your mouth. you’re limp against kats and izuku is pressing you further against him as they grind into you. you’re soaking them, whining and shaking between them as they take all your thoughts.
katsuki’s thrusts are slowly getting sloppy, the feel of you squeezing around him and izuku sliding against him too much. “i.. fuck! fuck zuku- hic ‘s..”
the difference in their thrusts pushes you over with no warning, clamping down around the both of them and body floating above you.
“fuck deku i can’t anymore.” katsuki shakes his head, spurts of hot cum filling you.
izuku groans, dick twitching, only a couple more thrusts and he’s filling you with his spend. they stay buried inside you, all three of you panting and sweaty.
“alright baby, we’re gonna pull out.” izuku pats your thigh.
your legs tremble as they slowly slide out and you feel the cum already leaking out with every inch. they help you onto your back and you can’t even find the strength to open your eyes.
“think she deserves her name on the project?” katsuki lulls his head to the side.
“yeah.” izuku tilts his head, watching your pussy still flutter and leak with them. “and probably some food.” he nods and walks back over to his laptop. “lay with her and order something while i finish our project.”
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for the past hour izuku has watched katsuki drool over you while you talk to your friends and sway to the music. he’s tried to brush it off and try to turn katsuki’s attention anywhere else but he won’t budge.
“stop staring at her like that.” izuku mumbles into his cup.
“like what?” katsuki glides his eyes back over to izuku.
“like you wanna fuck her.” he glares at him over the lip of the cup.
“maybe i do.” katsuki grins.
“she’s my girlfriend.” izuku sets the cup down, ignoring the party going on around them.
“so? can’t share, deku?” katsuki grins, leaving his side and sauntering over to you.
izuku stares daggers into katsuki’s back, watching him stand beside you and wrap an arm around your waist. his jaw clicks when katsuki pulls you closer, hand sliding down the curve of your ass. his chest is heaving watching the way you shift on your feet and the way you jolt when katsuki squeezes the plush of your ass.
katsuki turns to him with a grin before dipping down and whispering into your ear. you turn your head and look back at izuku with round eyes and then back to katsuki. izuku can’t take his eyes off you, nostrils flaring and jaw set. he walks over to you and watches you shrink.
“izu.” you blink up at him.
“told her you wanted the three of us to get a room.” katsuki tilts his head.
“that what you want, angel?” izuku steps closer to you, trailing a finger along your jaw.
“i..” you look between them. “i dunno.” you feel heat rush to your cheeks.
“no?” izuku tilts his head. “want me to show katsuki how you like to be treated? he thinks he knows what you like better.” his thumb brushes against your lower lip, dipping down to whisper in your ear. “we can make him watch.” he grins when you clutch onto his shirt.
“mhm.” you nod, body heating instantly at the thought.
he grabs your hand and leads you down the hall, nodding at katsuki to follow you both. katsuki is a step behind you and is the one to click the door shut and turn the lock.
“go sit down.” izuku turns to katsuki.
“tch, whatever.” katsuki rolls his eyes, sinking into the desk chair.
izuku circles you, tracing his fingers up your arms, brushing your hair off your neck when he comes to stand behind you. he presses soft kisses all over your exposed skin, hands trailing over your sides and slipping under your shirt.
“see katsuki.. my sweet girl here isn’t like the girls you fuck.” izuku glances at him. “she likes when your take your time, coaxing the pleasure out, not forcing..” he brushes his thumbs over your nipples and you push back into him eyes fluttering shut.
“maybe she wants to know what it’s like to be told when and how much to cum.” katsuki sits forward.
“how many times do you cum when we’re together?” izuku kisses at your jaw.
“a lot.” you whimper when he pinches your nipples before retracting his hands. “izu.”
“shh, i know.” he starts to lift up your shirt.
katsuki watches the way you squeeze your thighs together and tremble under izuku’s touch. when he gets the first glance at your bare chest he leans forward, tongue running across his lower lip. izuku locks eyes with him as he kneads into your chest and you tip your head back to rest on his shoulder.
“izuku.” you whine.
one of his hands slips past the waist band of your skirt and you gasp. he trails one finger up your covered slit over and over until you’re thighs are clamped tight around his hand. he presses against your clit and slowly circles his fingers over the damp fabric, kissing your neck and shoulder as he works you up.
“sit back down.” your eyes snap open at izuku’s voice and see katsuki standing with raised brows before sinking back to the char. “s’okay.” he whispers to you, pressing kisses all over your neck.
his fingers move faster and your whimpers spill out of your mouth, hips desperately grinding against him begging for that release that’s so close. he doesn’t make you chase it, he offers it freely and when you soak your panties he floods you with praise and kisses until you’re almost falling to your knees.
“that’s my good girl.” he slowly slips his hand out from under you skirt. “why don’t we sit back on the bed and give katsuki a better view?” he hum.
“mhm.” you nod, eyes heavy with pleasure.
katsuki watches with dark eyes as izuku helps you out of your skirt, showing off your cute cotton panties. izuku scoots back on the bed and has you sit between his thighs with your legs on either side of his. katsuki watches as he teases you over your panties still, the way your hips jerk, how soaked they are giving him a clear outline.
“see how wet she is? don’t even have her panties off yet.” izuku grins.
“please.” you push back into him when he presses his fingers over your covered entrance. “zuku please.”
“shhhh angel. i got you.” he presses a kiss to your neck while he slowly peels your panties off.
he fists the wet cotton and locks eyes with katsuki before tossing them over to him. your knees shake when you watch katsuki shove them up to his nose and groan. you jolt when izuku’s fingers slide through your folds, pushing his middle finger into your gummy walls while grinding his palm against your clit.
“gonna jerk off with those?” izuku sneers.
“gonna whine about it if i do?” katsuki raises a brow and starts to undo his pants.
“what do you think?” izuku nudges his chin against your head as he slips a second finger in.
“yes! yeah- nghh! anything.” you nod quickly.
katsuki pulls himself out and wraps your panties around his cock and starts to stroke himself slowly. you’re trying to so hard to focus on him but your eyes flutter shut when izuku curls his fingers and grinds harder into your clit. he slowly starts to finger you faster and you’re bucking in his arms chasing after your pleasure and when you burst again katsuki groans at the mess you make all over the bed.
“that’s my good girl.” izuku peppers kisses all over your neck.
izuku scoots to the edge of the bed and sets you next to him while he pushes his pants down enough to pulls his cock out. you whine when he gabs you again and sets you back in his lap facing katsuki, he lifts your legs up to your chest, toes curling when he locks an arm behind your knees and lines himself up.
“mmmnghhh!” your head falls back as he slowly splits you open.
“deku filling you up real good?” katsuki groans from the chair.
“mmmhmm.” you nod your head before letting it fall back against izuku’s shoulder again.
he starts fucking up into you and you can’t hold back the sounds that are pulled from your chest. you’re leaking and leaving a creamy ring around izuku’s base that katsuki can’t take his eyes off of. izuku’s other hand finds your clit and you fall apart immediately, jerking in his arms as he keeps fucking into you.
“lemme fuck her.” katsuki pants.
“no.” izuku grunts.
“lemme lick her clit.” he grins when he sees izuku considering.
“want that angel?” izuku pants, fingers digging into your thigh.
“yes.” you squeeze around him.
“c’mon.” izuku nods his head at katsuki.
katsuki is on his knees between izuku’s thighs, still fisting his own cock as he leans into to suck your clit into his mouth. izuku groans when you clamp down around him, little gasps spilling from your parted lips with each flick of his tongue.
katsuki licks down around your stretched hole and izuku lets out a broken moan as katsuki’s tongue grazes against his cock. he licks your mess off of izuku, groaning at the taste and pumping himself faster. he licks back up to your clit at the same time he cups izuku’s balls with his other hand and the three of you cum all at once, a panting and sweaty mess.
“lemme fuck her.” katsuki looks up at the both of you.
“no.” izuku shakes his head with a heaving chest.
“lemme fuck you.” katsuki tilts his head.
“let me fuck you.” izuku buries his free hand in katsuki’s hair.
“as long as she sits her pretty pussy on my mouth at the same time.” katsuki grins.
cw: explicit, creampie, fucking your boyfriend’s best friend.
You’re straddling Sukuna on his oversized couch, riding his thick cock balls-deep inside you as you ride him. His large hands grip your ass, guiding you up and down his massive length while your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. Sukuna’s tattoos flex as he leans back, crimson eyes locked on your bouncing tits and the fucked out look on you.
“Shit—you’re tight as hell,” he growls, thrusting up to meet you. You were both definitely burning in hell for this because…
your phone suddenly vibrates on the cushion beside you. The screen flashes Toji<3. Your boyfriend. And the cock you were currently fucking youself on? Your boyfriend's best friends’.
Stupid ass reflex takes over as you snatch it up and answer before you realize what you’ve done. “H-hey,” you say, voice shaky and far too breathy.
Sukuna’s eyes snap wide open as his hands freeze on your hips, cock twitching violently inside you. A rare flush creeps up his neck and cheeks as he stares at you in pure disbelief. He mouths “Are you fucking stupid?” but his hips give a small, involuntary buck upward, pushing his cock deeper.
Toji’s deep, gruff voice comes through the line. “Hey, baby. You still over at Kuna’s? How’s it goin’?”
Sukuna looks genuinely flustered for once and tries to stay still, but his cock is throbbing so hard inside your soaked pussy that he can’t help but give another slow thrust. You bite your lip hard. “Y-yeah… we’re just hanging out. I—ah—miss you.”
“Good. Put that bastard on the phone for a sec. Wanna ask him somethin’.”
Your stomach drops as Ryomen looks so regretful he didn’t grab your phone before you did and above it all, he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he sits up slightly, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you flush against him as he takes the phone. His cock stays buried deep inside your sopping pussy. Sukuna clears his throat, his voice strained, “What do you want, Fushiguro?”
Toji sounds casual as ever. “Just checkin’ in. You takin’ care of my girl? She eat yet? She gets hangry if you don’t feed her.” Sukuna’s grip on your ass tightens almost painfully as he starts fucking you again harder. You bury your face in his shoulder to muffle your whimper, pussy clenching hard around him.
“Yeah… she’s being well taken care of,” Sukuna says as he punctuates the words with a sharper thrust, making your breath hitch. “Real full right now.” He continues as he starts bouncing you on his cock with more force.
Toji laughs. “Good. Don’t let her walk all over you. She can be a handful. You two watching the fight highlights I told you about?” Sukuna’s breathing is getting ragged. He fucks you harder, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple while he holds the phone with the other. “Mmm… yeah. Intense shit,” he grunts, the last word rough as your walls flutter around his thick cock. “She’s really into it.”
You’re shaking, biting down on his shoulder to stay quiet, “Alright, I’ll leave you two to it,” Toji says eventually. “Tell her I’ll pick her up later. Thanks for keepin’ her company, man.”
“No problem,” Sukuna replies, teeth clenched as he slams you down onto his cock particularly hard. “Anytime.” The second you hang up, Sukuna tosses the phone aside and flips you onto your back in one rough motion. He looms over you, flushed and visibly pissed off at how turned on he is.
“You fucking idiot,” he snarls, sliding his cock through your wet slicked pussy from clit to teasing you with the tip. “Answering the damn phone while my cock’s inside you—”
You moan loud now that you can, nails raking down his back. “Couldn’t help it—fuck, Kuna—c’mon put it inside—”
His tattoos ripple across his chest and shoulders with every heavy breath, “You couldn’t help it?” he repeats, “Reflex, huh? Stupid fuckin’ reflex got my best friend’s voice in my ear while your pussy was creaming all over my cock.”
He slaps your pussy once with his cock before pushing in slow making you feel every thick girthy part of him. He pins your wrists above your head with one massive hand, leaning down so his mouth brushes your ear. “You almost got us caught, you really want that? Think Toji wants a video? Should we send him one, hm?”
He releases your wrists so he can grab your thighs, folding you nearly in half as he drives into you harder. You try to keep a straight voice but end up moaning your answer. “Oh don’t act so holier than thou, you—hnngh—manwhore. Fucking y-your best friends girlfriend? Best friend award of the century goes to—s-shit, right there, Ryo.”
He laughs as he folds you deeper, your knees nearly touching your shoulders. His massive body pins you down, cock spearing into you. “Manwhore?” He repeats mockingly, “Yeah? Says the slut who answered her boyfriend’s call with my dick stuffed inside her. Could’ve hung up. Could’ve ignored it. But no—you picked up like a good little girlfriend while your pussy was dripping down my balls.”
You cry out, “F-fuck—Ryo—!”, your small hands grabbing onto his muscles flexing as he uses you. He leans down, biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark before licking over it. “Toji’s gonna pick you up soon… and you’re gonna be limping, cunt swollen and full of my cum. Think he’ll notice?”
The dirty thought makes you clench violently around him. Sukuna groans, eyes rolling back for a second before he doubles down, pounding you hard. Sweat beads on his skin, his normally composed face twisted with pleasure. You nearly scream, pussy gushing around his thrusting cock as your whole body spasms while you cum. Sukuna doesn’t slow down, fucking you straight through it with wet thrusts until your eyes are watering. “Shit—yeah, you like that idea, don’t you?”
You try to look away from him, turning your head but he grips your chin forcing you to. “Oh-h, shut up, Ryo. Just-t fuck me harder,” you whimper, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of your eyes.
He slams into you harder, faster, as your juices coat his shaft and drip down to his balls. Thick, hot spurts flood deep inside you, pulse after pulse until it’s leaking out around his cock.
He grinds deep through it, making sure every drop stays plugged inside you. He stays buried deep as you both pant, “Answering the phone with my dick balls-deep in you like it’s nothing. Reflex my ass. You wanted him to hear how well I’m taking care of this pussy.”
He finally pulls out with a wet sound before slapping your ass, “Now go clean up before your boyfriend shows up and I have to pretend I didn’t just rail his girl again.”
a/n: I NEED KUNAAAAA also I would so do this to get back at toji for doin something shitty hehe
thinking about timeskip eijiro kirishima tying his hair into a messy man bun before eating you out
kirishima’s hair has gotten long, crimson strands now falling past his broad shoulders. you’re laid bare and pliant beneath him, his body hovering over your thighs, spread wide with one large, calloused hand. his grip is firm, fingers pressing into soft flesh, squeezing just enough to pull a reaction from you.
every mark he’s left on your skin burns with an aching need. his head dips lower into your heat, soft, intricate kisses teasing your inner thighs like whispered love confessions. sharp, fleeting bites follow, blooming into tender, tooth-marked impressions. your hands are buried in his velvet red locks, fingers scratching tenderly against his scalp. the soft wet sound of him sucking at the plush flesh of your thigh fills the room. your heart rattles violently against your chest, so rapid you swear it might give out.
the muscles along his back flex with each movement—sharp, defined lines shifting beneath your gaze. you remember countless nights tracing those same muscles, leaving scratches born from pure ecstasy, softer kisses scattered during gentler nights, devotion pressed into his skin under moonlight.
and the scar on his shoulder—you kiss it every night he comes home safe, back where he belongs, wrapped in your arms and your sheets.
he buries his face deeper between your thighs, red strands brushing and tickling your skin as they fall, wisping softly over your body.
a quiet irritation flickers across his expression when his hair slips forward again. he pulls back slightly, resting on his forearms as he tugs the black hair tie from his wrist. it snaps softly against his palm. you watch the subtle flex of his hand as he gathers his hair into a loose tie, a few strands escaping to fall across the scar at his brow.
then he lowers himself back down, breath warm against your slick heat. his pupils are blown wide with want and adoration, red-tinged irises darkened with need. his brows knit slightly in concentration—on you, on your pleasure. love is written across every feature of his face, paired with that sharp, charismatic grin.
your lips part at the sight of him. crimson strands frame his tan, scarred skin, loose pieces catching the light, his hair pulled back, his features softened—completely undone by you. your breath hitches at the realization, lungs filling with air as you sit there, watching him take you in just as you do him—both completely enamored with each other.
your hands lift to his face, cradling his jaw, thumbs brushing slow circles into warm skin. he leans into it instantly, melting beneath your touch.
“you’re so handsome… my gorgeous boy.”
color blooms across his face, deep red spreading down his neck. he drops his forehead lightly against your knee, breath spilling out in a rough, husky rasp that settles deep in your chest.
“you’re so beautiful, my sweet baby… sorry i had to stop for a second—”
his lips trail down your thighs again, slow and reverent as he continues,
“really gotta do something about this hair… was taking my attention away from my baby.”
his words melt into a grin as he presses a soft kiss against your pussy, following it with teasing kitten licks to your clit. his lips close around your sensitive, swollen bud, sucking gently, and it pulls a sharp mewl from your throat as you cry out—your hips lifting to meet his face, chasing the feeling as you grind your heat against him. he holds you there, steady, as your body moves against his mouth and he coats himself in your arousal, burying himself deeper into you.
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HIII I JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH ITS AMAZINGGGG!!
ok but hear me out on this idea, you’re at a party with bestfriend!denki and get stuck playing 7 minutes in heaven with him in a closet(smut duh)
that's so sweet thank you so much omg😭
i'm a fucking sucker for 7MIH tropes so i got excited for this one!! i maybeee also wanted to sprinkle in a jealous denki bc the opportunity of some guy flirting with you at a house party and him getting pissed off is too good to pass up here. tsym for requesting this, it was a lot of fun!!!
warning for nsfw: 7 minutes in heaven, a weird guy talks to you, quickie in a closet
best friend!denki kaminari x f!reader - i only need seven minutes with her
"This is actual fucking bullshit," Denki said into his solo cup. The burn of liquor did nothing to dim his searing hatred for the guy pulling out all the stops on you right now.
He'd been watching you two across the living room for almost fifteen minutes now. You entertaining the stupid degenerate of a boy (Denki's opinion of him), him flirting and touching your shoulder, rubbing your hips—positively pissing Denki off.
You two weren't together, no, but Denki was your best friend. Your bestest friend, he liked to say, and he had been for a long time—he knew you better than any random fucking guy you met at a classmate's party. And as your best friend, he didn't like seeing you basically groped and publicly humiliated by a little boy who thought he had a chance with his girl.
"Man, she's just having fun," Sero said, lounging beside Denki on the sofa. He was already four drinks deep, slurring his words and fluttering his eyes. He'd been eyeing a girl in the kitchen himself, absently paying attention to Denki's sour mood. "It's not like she'd go home with him. She always goes home with you. Always. It isn't fair."
"What the hell do ya mean?" Denki muttered.
"I mean you're not even her boyfriend. Let another guy have a turn with her—you're always hanging around her and actin' like she's off limits."
"Because she fucking is. Screw off, dude. If you're thinking of doing something—"
Sero waved a dismissive, drunk hand. "Chill ooouuuttt... I won't. But it looks like that other guy might."
Denki scowled as he snapped his gaze back onto you and that damn interloper. You were using that stupid fake giggle you used to ward off unpleasantries, usually when said made weak attempts at jokes or said an offhand comment. God, you looked so bored. He was about ready to abandon Sero and go to your rescue when—
"Hey, guys! We're doing Seven Minutes in Heaven! Somebody get a bottle," yelled an indistinct party-goer, drawing in a crowd of your and Denki's friends.
Thank god.
"Shit," Sero muttered. "You going to try to play with her?"
"You know I am. I only need seven minutes with her to prove that I'm a million times better than that guy."
After leaving his drink, Denki took great pleasure in bounding over to you and wrapping an arm around your waist to steal you away from the stranger's weaselly grasp. "Hi, pretty girl," he greeted you with that flirtatious nickname and a genuine smile. "Seven Minutes in the other room. I wanna play. Let's go."
"Actually we were—" the stranger began to say, but was quickly cut off.
"You were just done, yeah? Thanks for stalling her for me," he said before herding you away.
"Dear god, thank you for saving me," you murmured with a slight grin. "I was trying to be polite but I wanted to shoot myself while listening to that guy yap on and on."
"Any time, babe." He didn't bother moving his arm off your waist, hand rubbing your hip, as he led you towards where a group was gathering around the bottle. "Did I mention how good you look? And how you love me and should definitely play with me so that I'm not around these people and a bottle alone?"
"Okay, okay." You smiled wider. "I was going to say yes anyways. Let's play."
So you two sat around for Seven Minutes in Heaven, in a circle like a bunch of middle schoolers. Denki watched the bottle spin with prickled anxiety, watched people stumble in and out of the closet, flustered and riddled with hickeys and swollen lips. And when it got to be your turn, his heart pounded like it was going to beat out of his chest—due to the fact that firstly, he didn't want anyone else to go into that little fucking closet with you in that little fucking party dress, and secondly, he hoped nobody notice him use his quirk to shoot a little spark at the bottle so that it landed on him.
He wasted no time tailing you into the closet, the goading voices of your friends behind you.
"Look at this—they're finally gonna do it."
"Christ, I seriously never thought Denki would make a move. He acts like a damn guard dog but doesn't do anything."
Their voices became muffled as he quickly shut the door behind him. You two were pressed in tightly together—your tits close to his chest, heaving almost erotically because of how fast Denki had been to get you away. Soon you two were engulfed in darkness, having to squint to see each other. Outside, the noise of the party fell away into the unseen background.
"Jesus," you laughed, "what're you doing, 'Ki? Did you rig the bottle or something so that you could mess with me or something?"
"No," he said, breathless even though he hadn't even touched you yet. Slowly, carefully, like he might spook you, he interlocked his hands over your lower back and pressed further against you. His body was hot and rigid, and it felt good. "S-shit. Look, just tell me to stop if you want me to."
"What do you mean—"
His lips were on yours before you knew it. Tongue swirling against your teeth, then intertwining with yours when you allowed him access. He told you to tell him to stop if you wanted, but you sure as hell didn't want him to—you wanted more.
"What... what is this?" you murmured against his lips, fists bunching up the fabric of his top. "Denki..."
"I know—" he whispered before kissing you deeper. "I know I never outright told you, that I love you, love you so damn much, and I should've—then maybe you would've stopped entertaining all those fucking guys."
You sucked in a sharp breath. "I never..."
His eyes opened in narrow, intense slits, focused on you; just you, the feel of you, your smell, the alcohol on your breath, the material of your dress—everything about you, because that was all he wanted, all of you. "You know just what I'm talking about, baby. Everyone wants a goddamn piece of you. They call you my girl, my pretty—mm—fucking girl, but they still want to fuck you all the same."
He worked on unbuckling his pants and sliding them down ever so slightly. You only had five minutes left, he needed to be efficient. He gave you one pleading look, and when you nodded he shoved your dress up so fast and almost tore your panties trying to get to your sweet pussy.
He pressed his thumb against your clit and pressed two nimble fingers in you, trying quickly to prep you, so that he could just feel you before your turn in the closet was over. He was disappointed that his first time with you like this had to be a quickie during Seven Minutes in Heaven of all things.
"But you're mine, aren't ya? Always have been," he said before delving in for another sloppy kiss. Strings of saliva connected you each time you two pulled apart for air, and soon he curled his fingers for the final time, pulled them out of you, and licked the taste of you off them. Then, in one quick motion, he tapped the swollen tip of his dick against your entrance. He moaned when you guided him inside. Your eyes watered at the slight initial pain of him pushing into your tight hole, then the overwhelming rush of pleasure.
"Yeah... Yes. All yours." You whined when he began moving, hands harshly gripping your thighs as he held you up for leverage.
"Tell me again. Tell me those assholes were worth nothing."
"T-they—I didn't even know their names, 'Ki—"
"Then why'd you talk to them all the fucking time?" He sped up his pace, hips bucking, practically bullying your pussy. Your nails dug into his shirt as you felt your orgasm building.
"I dunno... I don't—"
"Yes, you do, baby. Why?"
"To make you jealous!" you blurted out, the pressure and warmth tight in the pit of your stomach. When you finally came and the sweet relief washed over you, he guided you through your climax with slow, loving thrusts—then eventually stilled with himself still inside of you, heavy balls kissing your pussy.
"Dirty girl," he whispered. "I knew you wanted me all along."
"Time's up, dude. Stop fucking her and let someone else have a turn!" somebody outside the closet yelled.
Shit. Had everyone heard you guys?
Denki groaned quietly. "Damn it. I wanted more time with my angel."
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Over 90% of parents of visibly intersex children opt for cosmetic surgery on their infants.
The ones that don't experience medical violence then, likely experience it as a teenager.
I didn't.
I am very rare in that I did not experience medical violence.
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That is why intersex activism is important. It saved me and it will save more.
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make out sessions with bf!katsuki but every time things get bolder.
his hands will no longer stay on your hips. they move up slowly, sliding to your waist as he grips the hem of your blouse. there’s a brief pause — like he’s checking you, watching your reaction — before he starts pulling it up, careful not to rush anything.
and you don’t stop him. you encourage him.
your hands come over his, guiding his movements as he lifts the fabric higher and higher, over your stomach, inch by inch, until he finally reveals your breasts. your nipples harden instantly in the open air, and he bunches your blouse just above them, holding it there, leaving you exposed in front of him.
you moan softly into the kiss, your head tilting to the side, following his rhythm — or trying to— because it’s getting harder to keep up. wet, messy sounds fill his room along with your soft whimpers, the closeness between you two only growing more intense.
when his tongue pushes deeper into your mouth and his large hands finally cup your breasts, you shiver involuntarily, your body pressing forward into him, brushing against his crotch and pulling a low grunt from him in response.
his thumbs find your nipples, gently pressing into the sensitive buds, keeping his touch there just to stir you up. it works, of course. the sensation pulls more sounds from you —broken, breathy, honest — and something warm starts building deep in your stomach, unfamiliar but addicting.
your breath catches completely, fingers tangling in his already messy hair, tugging lightly at the strands as you keep kissing him, still grinding against his clothed dick without fully realizing it. he grunts into your mouth again, rougher this time, reacting to to you.
and you don’t even try to hide how long you make these moments last.
you drag them out on purpose.
you two would kiss for hours, just to see how long it takes before one of you finally gives in and pulls away first, trying to make the other give up.
and it the end? you would be breathless, turned on and wet, your underwear uncomfortable and his pants obviously straining him.
“do i give you a hard time?” you ask on a shaky voice, a smile creeping up your lips.
he just scoffs, forehead resting against yours, hands coming down your waist, gripping at your skin.
“hah, you wish,” he smirks, then his lips find you again, as if everything that happend is just the beginning.
you two really like torturing each other.
a/n: yeah… i need this. just hours of kissing and touching each other… *sigh*
summary: It’s the first time Katsuki gets his mouth on your pussy, and he loses every shred of self-control. He’s messy, greedy, and completely gone — grinding into the bed, and he doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds… because he needs you. All of you. Again and again.
warnings: oral sex (m→f), katsuki being hopelessly pussy drunk, thigh-gripping, hair-pulling, one-sided bed humping (yeah he does that), soft whimpering bakugo, katsuki being so down bad it’s embarrassing, begging, possessiveness, desperate, overstimulation themes, messy sounds, cum worship, feral praise kink energy, emotionally horny behavior, explicit language.
wc: 0.5k words.
anon: I love whipped katsuki .
Your thighs trembled around his head, and Katsuki let out a deep, wrecked groan like he was being fucking blessed, like your pussy was holy and he’d finally found religion.
“You’re so wet,” he grunted, voice low, wrecked with lust.
He was starving. Eyes glazed, mouth messy, hips grinding into the mattress like his life depended on it. His hands clutched at your thighs like he’d die if you pulled away, like he needed you locked in place, wrapped around him, forever.
“Oh fuck, baby—fuck,” he whined, actually whined, voice muffled against your slick folds. “I can’t—can’t fuckin’ believe I went this long without havin’ this—” His tongue lapped at you desperately, sloppily, completely lost in the taste. “What the fuck were we thinkin’—how the fuck did I not know you tasted like this—?”
He moaned against your pussy like he was drunk on it—high off the sweet, soaked mess of you on his tongue. His hips rutted again, slow and mindless, cock leaking into the sheets like all it took was the sound of your breath hitching above him.
And god, he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t. He was in too deep.
“This pussy’s mine now,” he breathed, dragging his tongue up your slit like he was trying to memorize it. “M’gonna fuckin’ die down here—don’t even care. Let me—please, let me taste it again, fuck, I need it.”
Your moan made his whole body shudder. He sounded broken, like every second not buried in you was physically painful. His tongue fucked into you again, messy and greedy, spit and slick dripping down his chin, and he didn’t care. He wanted it all. Wanted you dripping on his face, on his tongue, wanted to feel you fall apart from his mouth.
“Goddamn, you’re so warm,” he whimpered, dragging his mouth back to your clit and sucking so hard your back arched off the bed. “So fuckin’ sweet, so—so perfect. Baby, please. Please come for me. Wanna taste it. Wanna feel you fuckin’ break on my mouth—need it, fuck, need it.”
His thumb rubbed fast, frantic circles against your clit while his tongue dove back in, noisy, obscene, practically worshipping your cunt with every movement. He was making the filthiest sounds—slurping, gasping, moaning like your pussy was the only thing that ever made sense.
And when you came? He lost it.
You screamed his name, sobbing through it, and Katsuki moaned like a man possessed—latching on, tongue still working, lips sucking, like he couldn’t let a single drop go to waste. He was shaking, humping the mattress shamelessly, chasing his own orgasm just from the taste of yours.
“Oh fuck—oh god, baby, yes—give it to me, please, I need—fuck—fuck, I need all of it—”
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even think about stopping. Not when you were still twitching, still sensitive, still dripping for him. Not when you were crying out from overstimulation and he was still licking like he couldn’t get enough.
Because he couldn’t.
Katsuki Bakugo was absolutely, pathetically, completely fucking gone.
Pussy drunk. Whipped. And completely, irrevocably yours
← MHA ┆ NAVI →
a/n : thanks for reading.. i <3 pussy drunk katsuki
s: your neighbor drummer!bakugo helps you finally get some sleep.
warnings: mdni 18+, mentions of insomnia, x links, smut w plot, dirty talk, masturbating, humiliation, dry humping, marking, slut-shaming, oral f! receiving, fingering, cum denial, p in v, squirting, cumming inside, bakugo’s annoying, reader talks back
w.c: 5.4k
a/n: this actually took me so long and i lowk rushed the end but this was sm fun to write. anyway bye i rlly need to gts 😭
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the bass reverberated through the space, the repeated booming muffling itself through the walls. but the barrier between his room and yours was so thin that the noise to echoed anyway, only adding to your annoyance.
first you couldn't cum, and now you had to deal with being ear-raped by the relentless banging of sticks against your neighbors drums for the thousandth time this week? god. would you ever catch a break?
you had insomnia, making it extremely difficult for you to fall asleep. and after a long, exhausting day like this one, it was all you wanted. but of course, the cycle repeated; staring at the wall for hours, restlessly trying different positions to get comfortable, all leading to lying there with your eyes closed just wishing you could doze off for even a millisecond.
but of course, nothing.
so? you resorted to your last attempt; one that was becoming a bit more common for you recently.
you weren't exactly proud of having to play with your pussy just to tire yourself out enough to fall asleep, but you were desperate, and if it worked it worked.
so when the hours continued to tick by, you sigh and let your hands trail down into your panties for the third day in a row.
you lay on your back, pants discarded somewhere a long time ago and your shirt bunched up around your tits. your hand slid down your torso, thighs parting as the familiar pressure pooled deep in your tummy.
a few minutes of rubbing yourself over the thin fabric and coating your fingers with your slick, you pulled the panties off for good and slipped a finger in your greedy hole.
a soft, obscene squelch echoed in the quiet room, the sound so erotic you felt your face warm in a mix shame and need. but the bashfulness didn't last long as you gave in, chasing the building pleasure. you added another finger, scissoring and pumping them in and out until wet plaps filled the air.
they curled just right, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made you squirm and buck into your hand while your eyes rolled back. your thumb brushed over your sensitive clit, and you couldn't help the pathetic whimper that left your parted lips.
"m-mhh..." you breathe, arching into your touch.
but it didn't take long for the sounds to become louder. less controlled. more desperate. and unbeknownst to you, they began to travel through the walls.
and on the other side of that wall, Katsuki was barley holding his shit together.
he was your dorm neighbor; someone too distant to be friends, but too close to be strangers.
sometimes he'd offer to give you a ride when you had a little too much "fun" at parties. you two helped each other study when you had no idea what was going on. often you two would talk about music since you two liked a lot of the same groups and bands.
nothing much. just two casual neighbors who saw each other a little too often.
and heard each other a little too often, considering that for the past few days he'd been hearing you nonstop.
the first night he was woken out of his sleep to the sound of muffled moans and whimpers. at first, he was convinced he was just dreaming. but as the day passed and the moon rose high in the sky for a second time, it became clear what was happening. it was hard to deny when he could hear your bed creaking like it was seconds away from snapping in two.
at first he just tried to ignore it, knowing it was completely out of his power. it was college; people were gonna get it on no matter what. but sometimes this continued for hours until the sound of your voice was burned into his brain and his dick was tented under his sweatpants.
it was just so frustrating—laying there and trying to pretend he didn't hear your pretty little pussy on the other side while he tried to go back to sleep!!! a scowl formed on his face as he fought the urge to relieve himself, because jerking off to your cute neighbor while she played with herself on just the other side of the wall was just pathetic. pitiful, even.
so? what did he do?
he got out of bed, muttering about how this was stupid and how much of an idiot you were for being so loud. but he made no actual complaints. (probably because he didn't really have any).
he just headed over to his drum set in attempt to drown out the noise himself. maybe then he wouldn't be so focused on the way his tip pulsed and leaked desperately in his boxers.
he spun the wooden sticks before they settled into his palms with practiced ease. what started as a few light taps turned into quick, unpredictable thumps. no particular rhythm, just fast, merciless pounding against the batter head of the drum. his foot was on the bass pedal too, making extra noise on purpose.
you heard it instantly. at first, you just tried to ignore it. you were used to him practicing even at later hours like this. didn't bother you.
but as it continued it grew louder until the music practically vibrated through your room, bumping through the walls and literally shaking your headboard. you sighed, hand slowing its earlier movements before pulling out completely.
you were finally getting close and he just had to ruin it.
for a while you just lay there on your back, legs still spread wide. your hair was a mess from how much you'd been squirming and your chest was still rising and falling quickly. but the peak was gone now. no getting that back. you felt your exhausted frustration simmering into something a bit more heated.
dammit, why couldn't he just be quiet? and why—god why did having the thought of him on the other side make you even more desperate to cum?
you scoffed at the thought, staring at the ceiling in annoyance. but it wasn't long before you caved, deciding to go over there your damn self.
you hopped up without thinking twice. you were sleep deprived and horny—the worst combo, in your opinion. and he was only making things worse by distracting you. he was never gonna hear the end of it.
you found a random pair of sleep shorts, sliding them on. no panties, because why would it matter? you weren't staying that long anyway. you pulled your shirt back down and slid on some slippers, not giving yourself a second glance in the mirror before walking out.
you were at his door in seconds, fist pounding against the wood. five sharp pounds rang out.
hearing the knocks at his door, he stilled. his hands slowed on the hollow sticks, gradually coming to a stop. for a beat he just stared at the door, eyes narrowing. who the hell was at his door at this ungodly hour?
but he recognized that rhythmic knock anywhere. knew the pattern like the back of his hand.
he huffs under his breath, already irritated at the mere thought of it being you. first you interrupt his sleep, now you're banging on his door like a fucking madman. some nerve you had.
he stood up, setting his sticks down on the couch. he continued to the door, grumbling under his breath about how people here had "no fucking decency". his hand twisted the knob and pulled the door open, revealing you on the other side.
of fucking course.
he scoffed lightly at the sight of you. god, you were the last person he needed to see right now. he already had the imagine of you and your cute little cunt in his mind—he didn't need you in his space practically forcing him to acknowledge you.
his arms crossed, leaning against the doorway as he met your gaze. his voice was gruff when he spoke.
"why the fuck are you here?" he grunts, eyes narrowing.
you glare right back at him, refusing to back down. you were here, and you weren't going to get sidetracked. not even from the very obvious boner he was sporting or from the way that thin undershirt showed off his meaty chest and huge biceps when he folded his arms like that.
you were still breathing a little heavy from what you were doing before, but you didn't care. couldn't be bothered. your voice was sharp when you questioned him right back.
"oh, i don't know! why the fuck are you blasting music at-" you cut yourself off, glancing at a clock down the call before turning back at him. "2:13 in the morning?!!" you huff, volume raising more than you'd meant it to. but you didn't care.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief. no way were you getting snappy with him. your noisiness was the whole reason he started bullshitting around to begin with! it was just a buffer so he wouldn't start beating his meat like some weak virgin!
"me?!!" he asks, pointing to himself dramatically. he pushes himself off the doorframe, taking a single step closer. standing in the hallway with you now. you nod, not backing down for even a second. he rolled his eyes at your defiance and continued.
"maybe because you were fucking yourself so loudly i couldn't fucking sleep!" he shouts bluntly, his own volume increasing with absolutely no shame. he didn't care who was listening or who could hear him. in fact, he wanted them to hear. maybe then you'd feel some sort of humiliation for being so damn loud.
your brows furrowed in frustration, lips tugging into a tiny scowl. you felt your cheeks start to warm with embarrassment. you were just hoping none of your other other neighbors in this hall were awake to hear this.
you didn't get to say another word before he cut you off, head tilting mockingly.
"what, you all embarrassed now?" he asks, before scoffing. "shoulda thought about that before you started whining and moaning loud enough for a whole damn city to hear." he grumbles, hands shoving into his pockets.
god, he was annoying. frustratingly so.
it was hot.
he was pissing you off, but your mind kept wandering to his near-bare torso and the way you wanted to just bite his arms. dammit, you felt all fuzzy inside. warm and wrong.
you ignored the urge, arguing right back at him. "that's not your fucking business, Bakugo!!" you squeak, before retorting. "and that doesn't give you an excuse to make everyone's ears bleed!" you accuse, finger raising to point at him.
Katsuki let out a shocked, almost offended huff when you pointed at him like it was his fault. no no no, that's not what was happening here.
"i'll do whatever the hell i want, dumbass!" he practically growls. he takes another step forward, losing a bit of the distance between you. his finger raises too, giving your forehead a quick yet surprisingly gentle poke as he mutters under his breath. "and if anything i was blessing your damn ears."
it didn't hurt, just woke you up a little. but still you step back for a second, baffle. you blinked at him, not sure what to do. then your scowl returns, this time mixed with the tiniest pout that makes his dick jump in his pants from how frustratingly cute it was.
"oh, shut up!" you spit, voice lowering harshly. you couldn't argue that he wasn't blessing your ears, but you weren't going to agree with him either. refused to.
you hadn't realized it, but you'd taken a step closer. it was as if you were being drawn in by some strong, invisible pull.
and him, noticing this, couldn't help but smirk to himself. smug as ever. god, you hated the way it made you feel all warm. the feeling only worsened when his voice dipped an octave as he spoke.
"...make me." he utters as something in his gaze turns dangerous. challenging. like he was daring you to actually do something instead of just barking at him.
your brows furrow in irritation. for a long moment you just stare at him. debating. wondering whether or not you should take him up on that fuckass offer.
but when his arms cross and his brow quirks teasingly like he was silently saying 'you won't', a part of you that was eager to prove him wrong snapped.
you don't think for another second.
your hand reached out, grasping onto his shirt. you yanked him down until he was eye level, pausing for just a moment before your lips crashed onto his roughly. it's not hesitant or gentle. not even close. it's fierce— almost frenzied.
that should shut him up.
Katsuki froze, eyes blowing wide. shit. he knew he was pushing you, but he didn't think you'd do that. well, at least that's what he told himself. deep down, he was waiting for it; for the moment you'd snap and finally do something instead of playing eye tag. but his breath hitched despite himself, unsure how to react to the fact that you'd just completely dominated him without even trying.
but damn, he liked it.
that slow, almost amused smirk spread on his face again. prominent against your lips.
and before he could think twice, or really even once, he was kissing you back. his lips moved against yours feverishly, hands shooting down to grip your hips. he pulls you flush against him, letting out a gruff sound against your lips.
"mmh...fuck." he grunts, but he's shut up by yet another greedy kiss from you. a constant, heated push and pull that he was quickly growing addicted to. and despite not wanting to admit it, you were too.
you let go of his shirt, arms snaking up to wrap around his neck instead. you pulled him down to you. bringing him closer.
Katsuki's fingers tightened their grip on your hips. he took a few steps back and tugged you along with him, taking you in his room instead of in the public of the hallway.
you let him lead you inside, legs fumbling with his as you followed. your lips never disconnected from his.
the second you're in his room he slams the door behind you, not hesitating to press you up against it. you let out a soft grunt as your back hits the wood, but it's quickly cut off by a breathy moan when his hips grind against yours.
the smirk grows on his face instantly. he breaks away just enough to breathe, panting against your lips. his eyes narrow down at you, voice low and teasing.
"so fuckin' greedy, aren'tcha? just couldn't do it yourself, could you?" he scoffs.
you shake your head, the tiniest of pouts forming on your lips. your earlier irritation was fading into something else; need and desperation. you shift slightly, subtly grinding against his growing hardness. "'t wasn't enough, Baku..." you whine softly, defenses lowering.
he lets out a quiet groan at the friction against his hard-on. his pupils blow wide at your whiny voice, and he can practically see the mix of need and frustration radiating off of you. he leans in, voice gruff when he mutters into your ear. "Katsuki. 'ts Katsuki." he utters before his lips are back on yours.
your breath hitches at the words, gasping into his mouth. but he swallows the sound with another kiss. his tongue darts out, sliding against yours in a silent ask for permission that you grant instantly.
his tongue slips in your mouth, dancing with yours messily. the taste of his saliva makes your knees go weak, barley holding yourself up. but he catches on instantly. he lifts you like you're a doll, standing between your legs as he holds you up against the door.
you let out a surprised little yelp, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Katsuki groans softly, hand sliding down to cup your ass and keep you against him.
he breaks away again, breaths warm against your lips. but this time his head dips, lips finding your neck instead. they trail over the sensitive skin, leaving soft nips and bites until your skin is littered with purple and red marks. you tug him closer as your head leans back, giving him more access.
he doesn't hesitate to take it, lips trailing lower. over your collarbone and continuing further. meanwhile his free hand slips under your shirt, ready to undo your bra with practiced ease.
but instead of finding the familiar clasp, he only finds bare skin. his fingers dance over your heated flesh, somewhat confused. but after a moment he pulls away just enough to look at you, a smug ass grin tugging at his lips.
"what, you expected this or some shit?" he asks, unable to hide the amused edge in his voice.
a tiny, bashful pout forms on your face. it wasn't like that. at least, that's what you told yourself. but still you let out an annoyed huff, shaking your head quickly. "like hell i was!" you scoff.
but he just cocks an eyebrow at you, smirk widening. he's clearly not buying your shit. "oh yeah?" he asks, leaning in. "cause i bet you're not wearing any panties either." he mutters teasingly.
worst thing was, you knew he was right. you didn't say a word, just met his gaze with this look that screamed "you're right and i hate it'.
he just snickers quietly, not even trying to hide it. his eyes look you up and down, narrowing slightly. his voice drops just a notch as he mumbles under his breath.
"slut."
you freeze, eyes widening. no fucking way he just called you that.
your brow twitches, offense building. but beneath that irritation was something different. something warm and desperate that you hated.
god, he was so annoying!!!
...you loved it.
for a long moment you just stare in disbelief, before finally regaining your voice.
"fuck you." you grit out.
he just laughs, clearly having a blast.
"i thought that's what we were doing anyway?" he teases.
you just roll your eyes and he snickers while carrying you to his bed.
you don't even get halfway across the room before you're tugging at his shirt, eager to lose the barrier between you two.
Katsuki doesn't hesitate to help you out, practically ripping his shirt off. the fabric hits the floor carelessly.
he tears off his pants too, the other hand still propping you up. he's left in just his boxers, and you're already stripping your own shirt.
just then he's throwing you onto the bed, and you hit the soft sheets with a soft thump. your now free tits bounce from the force of it.
he wasn't trying to stare. not exactly. but they were right in his face! he can't help it! his gaze lingers for a second too long, and you scoff.
"my eyes are up here, you perv." you grumble, eyes rolling.
he just huffed, lowering until he was only holding himself up by his elbows over your body. his head ducks, voice muffled against your skin as he speaks between kisses along your chest.
"wasn't looking for your eyes." he grumbles, before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. you inhale sharply, squirming under him. but his hand finds your hip, gently but firmly holding you in place while he sucks and laps at the plump mound.
"c-course you weren't...you-unghh..." you whine, arching into his touch for more. all you could think about was how much you wished that mouth was somewhere else.
and Katsuki, surprisingly enough, obeyed your bitchy whines. he pops off one tit and moves to the other, latching on like a hungry leech. the sudden rush of cold air makes you shiver. but he doesn't leave it alone for too long, free hand reaching up to lightly twist and roll at your sensitive peaks.
he continues to mouth at you while the hand on your hip hooks into the waistband of your shorts. his tongue trails up your chest, neck, jaw, then pauses to speak right by your ear.
"lift your hips f'me..." he grunts, and the submissive way you listen immediately is more satisfying than he'd like to admit.
they lift off the bed and he's quick to chuck them off and halfway across the room. the cold air of the room hits your greedy holes instantly, making you whimper softly. but he's too focused on the way your slick folds glisten in the dim lighting.
you glance down, and you catch a glimpse of it; the way his eyes darken at the sight of you. his pupils are huge, taking over the crimson color of his irises. it made your breath hitch.
it suddenly felt entirely too hot in here. your face felt warm and you can't stop yourself from shifting sheepishly, thighs threatening to close.
but Katsuki's not having it. his hand comes down, palm landing on your thigh with a sharp smack.
"uh-uh. keep em' open." he grunts, squeezing at the plush flesh.
you pout up at him, bottom lip jutting out. but he just lets out a little 'tsk', murmuring under his breath.
"had no problem bein' wide open and loud as fuck earlier. what's the matter now?" he asks mockingly.
you let out a little huff, mumbling a reluctant 'nuthin' under your breath as you keep your legs open for him.
his gaze wanders over you pensively. but ultimately deciding that he can't see enough of you, he shifts. his large hands scoop up your legs, settling them on his shoulders while he lays between your thighs.
you feel weirdly open like this, even more so when you feel his breath fans over your bare pussy. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, letting out a quiet, needy whimper.
"Kats...just-...mm." you whine, hips trying to lift into his face.
but his hand comes down, giving a light smack right over your pulsing clit. "quit fuckin' whining." he grumbles, hands slipping under your ass to hold you still when you start to squirm.
you pout down at him, fingers tangling in his hair to shove him closer. he finally caves. his head dips to kiss and nip at your inner thighs, giving little bites that were sure to leave marks.
but Katsuki doesn't make you wait long before his mouth is on you. mostly because he couldn't wait any longer himself.
he gives your cunt a sloppy kiss, groaning instantly at the first taste of you. he couldn't help it. his hips bucked, pressing his stiff dick into the mattress in a desperate attempt for some relief.
"ughhh...so fuckin' good." he mumbles into your pussy. his tongue darts out, licking between your folds and slurping up the slick that clung to your skin.
"ka-mm-kats...!" you squeal, grip tightening to pull him closer until he was nose-deep into your clit.
his eyes flutter, growing hazy as he sucks and laps at you like a man starved.
he made out with your pussy with just as much fervor as he made out with your lips—maybe even more. his tongue flattened, occasionally dipping into your sopping hole just to feel you clench and squirm. he pulled back, only to ramble into you,
"so damn good. been wonderin' how this pretty cunny tasted for days." he babbles between messy kisses, sliding two fingers in with ease.
"mmhm!! s'good-feels s'good," you mewl, clenching around him with a nasty squelch.
his fingers were thick, reaching places that your own never could. it was so much better than trying to do it yourself.
he hums arrogantly, smirking into your heat. his eyes flick up to meet yours, gaze so intense your heart stutters and you feel the little flip in your tummy. more slick pours out of you, and he drinks it like a man that'd gone too long without water.
he pulls off with a wet pop, fingers starting to pump in and out of you. "yeah? s'that good? gonna cum, baby?" he coos, fingers curling into that sweet, gooey spot.
you nod dumbly, hips bucking into his touch as you whine. "y-hahhhh...yeah-!! yess, m'gnna..." you whimper when he sucks at your puffy clit.
"...nah." he says suddenly, pulling away right before you reached your peak. fingers slipped out of you, chin glistening with your slick and his drool.
you freeze, orgasm dying in seconds. your fingers loosen their vice grip on his hair, frown tugging at your lips. your brows furrow in frustration from being denied release for the second time tonight.
"what the hell, Katsuki..." you mutter, sighing in disappointment.
he moves from where he was between your legs to hover over you instead, mocking your frown with a fake one of his own.
"awww, needy slut can't cum?? hm?" he coos, pouting at you.
your eyes narrow up at him, before rolling them. "you're so fucking annoying. just-"
but Katsuki cuts you off by suddenly flipping you over. you squeal, face hitting the pillows with a soft thump. you lift your head enough to glance back, already opening your mouth to yell at him.
but before you can, a hard smack! echoes in the room. it's the sound of his dick slapping up against his abs as his boxers are peeled away.
you freeze, eyes going wide. you hated to admit it, but...fuck, it was pretty.
tan, thick, standing at a heavy 7 inches. his tip is flushed and leaking, that vein on the side pulsing faintly.
katsuki, watching you practically drool at the sight of him, can't help but feel a bit smug. he knew it was big, but you were looking at him like he'd hung the moon and the stars. before you get a chance to say anything he speaks, voice gruff.
"no more whining. shut up n take it," he huffs, staring down at you with a mix of desire and utter amusement at your perverted gaze.
your heart stuttered at his words, finding yourself gagged. you finally manage to pick your jaw up off the ground enough to move, shifting onto your knees. your back arches as you lean forward onto your elbows, showing off that pretty little cunt.
he grunts approvingly. "fuck, yeah." he breathes, "so fuckin' ready f'me."
he settles behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you back onto him. not going in yet, just grinding you against his hardness. letting you feel how much he wants this.
you moan, pussy fluttering desperately as his tip grazes your clit. you push back, humping against him like a dog in heat while he watches the way your ass ripples when you do. he can't resist the urge to reach out, kneading and spreading your cheeks to expose your cute little holes.
you whine, but he's not having it. his hand comes down across your flesh, reminding you of his earlier words. you pout but don't argue, just glance back at him with this needy look while rolling your hips onto his.
and then, without any warning, he pushes in. no slowing down, just stuffing you full with one big stroke.
you gasp, breath knocking out of you.
"shh, breathe..." Katsuki almost sounds a bit gentle, but even then you can tell he's smirking. he knows he's huge, and your reaction was only proving it.
he pauses for a second, giving both of you a chance to catch your breath. mostly because he knew if he didn't, he would've came on the spot.
he knew you were tight—heard it in the obscene, explicit sounds that filtered through the walls when you played with yourself. but feeling it clench around him now had him threatening to spill. he grits his teeth when his balls draw up tight, holding back so his hips can give a slow, testing roll forward.
you moan instantly, squeezing around him like a vice. his eyes roll back, and he can't stop himself. he's been thinking about this shit for days, and he's done holding back. he starts pounding into you, hips snapping into the plush of your ass.
"mnghhh, so deepppp!!!" you whine, pushing back onto him.
"yeahhh..." he groans, setting a merciless rhythm that had you two panting like dogs.
his free hand leaves your hip, tangling in your hair instead. they fist into the tangled strands, holding on tight to anchor himself.
the sting of his little tug burns, but you can't bring yourself to care. he's so deep you can feel him in your tummy, hitting that spot that makes your mind feel all fuzzy. your lips part, whimpering and babbling stupidly as you let him use you like a toy.
"fuck—yeah. be fuckin' loud. let everyone know you finally got sum real fuckin' dick." he mutters, every word punctuated by a thrust and a breathless huff.
you don't hesitate. can't, when he's making you feel this good. you push back, meeting him thrust for thrust as you whine. "yesss!!! ouhhh, s'so gooddd..."
his rhythm speeds up, ramming into you with quick, needy jerks. "fuck...fuckfuckfuck-" he grunts, panting hard.
he can feel you clenching around him, walls spasming like you were trying to suck his soul out. "u-ughh...g'nna cum? gonna milk me?" he manages to ask, pace growing clumsy as he loses himself more and more.
you nod eagerly, pressure building in your tummy. not like your usual release, though. you felt weirdly full. like a water balloon about to pop. chasing that feeling you fuck back onto him harder, moans slurring together. "mhm!! mm...hafta cum...!!"
he reaches around, hand sliding down to your tummy. he feels the bulge of him under your skin and almost loses it completely. but he holds it together, reaching down to flick your pulsing clit as he leans over to murmur in your ear between moans. "yeahhh?? c'mon. cum f'me. milk it, baby..."
and fuck, you do.
"k-katsuki...!!" you wail as you convulse hard, pleasure that had been building all night finally bursting. a clear gush of liquid squirts everywhere—onto the sheets, his dick, and you.
katsuki follows seconds after, hips stuttering when you clench around him.
"fffuckkkk...!" he whines. actually whines. his cock twitches inside of you, hot pulsing ropes spilling until his cum was leaking out of you like an overfilled jelly donut.
you collapse face-first into the pillow, knees shaking and unable to hold you up anymore. you twitch as your body racks through the aftershocks, faintly pulsing and fluttering around him.
he stays buried deep, not daring to move yet. not until his tired dick gets soft and slips out of you with a wet plop.
you whine at the sensitivity, and his hand runs over your back soothingly. tenderly. way too tenderly for someone you were so 'pissed off' with just an hour ago. but you relax into his touch anyway, allowing yourself to lay down fully.
he's quick to lay down beside you, completely spent.
but from the looks of it you were too, considering you were nearly already gone.
your breaths are already starting to slow, chest staring to rise and fall at a normal pace. you were still trembling a little, but now you just seemed to melt into the bed. and your eyes were half lidded, clearly fighting off sleep.
he raises an eyebrow, still catching his breath. but his arm wraps around your sleepy figure anyway, pulling you into his side. his gaze wanders over you, coming to the conclusion that you clearly just needed to be fucked to sleep.
he's not sure if that's pathetic or just really amusing.
he huffs quietly, muttering under his breath. "idiot."
but he doesn't sound annoyed anymore. if anything, he almost sounds fond.
you curl into his warmth instinctively, not even caring that you were a sticky, sweaty mess. he doesn't seem to care either. you scoff at his murmur, but don't argue. just nuzzle into his chest, letting yourself drift.
he rolls his eyes when he feels your weight relax, knowing you're out cold now. annoying. but also strangely endearing.
despite himself he pulls the blankets over you, making sure you're comfortable enough to finally get some real sleep. he knew you struggled with it, and honestly he didn't mind being your cure.
he knows it'll be a hassle in the morning; trying to figure out what to do after sleeping with his neighbor. but for now, he lets himself sleep too. that's a problem for another day.
Timeskip Katsuki Bakugo x reader BUT they’re having sex raw for the first time👅
§ Raw for the first time
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Fuck—stay still. Just like that. Shit your even tighter y/n.” Katsuki groaned in your ear, spreading both of your ass cheeks apart as he slowly slid his raw length into your dripping cunt as all you could was whimper in response. He felt even better without a condom. No rubbery, icky latex, but the delicious veins that dragged along your walls with each thrust. “feels so good. this tight nd wet f’me?” he chuckled, smirking abit as he buried himself deeper in your squelching pussy. He watched as your butt and thighs bounced and recoiled against his pelvis with each thrust as your soaking little hole swallowed his thick cock everytime he dragged out so deliciously. “fuck, y’feel amazing kats!” You whimpered, arms shaking everytime his thick tip hit that spot that made you a mess. His fat cock slid through your tiny little hole, stretching it out so delightfully as he groaned so desperately, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as he tried his best not to cum from the newfound sensation. “so fuckin’ perfect. never using a condom on this ass again” he grunted, delivering a smack to your full ass before rubbing over the spot and hunching over you to kiss the top of your back. You whimpered and shook under him pathetically, completely at his mercy and cock drunk, loving the feeling of his veins rubbing and sliding along your silky walls. With each thrust, more and more of your slick dropped out of you, wet squelches filling the room alongside the sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass. you really wanted to know how it would feel like filled to the brim with his hot, sticky cum, leaking out of you as he whimpered in your ear. “y’gonna come in me, kats?” You questioned, soudning like you were begging more than asking as you could practically feel his smirk forming. “Oh yeah? Such a ngh fuckin’ slut. Want me to stuff you up so bad hm?” He cooed, delivering a few more harsh smacks to your ass cheeks. making you wince and whine at the tingly sensations that made you wetter by the minute, more and more of your slick oozing out of you. “shit—please. m’so close suki!!” You whimpered, rolling your hips and moving them back to meet his thrusts as you moaned so desperately. You throwing back really has an effect on him, whimpers and groans getting louder as his dick twitched you and his thrusts got eager and sloppy. “fuckfuck im cuming—g’na fill you up so agh much” he whined so needily, thrusting rapidly a few more times before piping his hot, dewy cum inside you with a loud grunt as you did the same, fluids seeping out your Petite hole with a whimper. After a few minutes of riding out your highs, Katsuki pulled out his sticky dick with a moan, watching as his cum seeped out of your sticky hole. “Shit, baby. Gotta get you the pill.” he frowned, lowering himself to peck your ass cheeks and move between ur thighs.
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