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𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨 ⭒ 𝐁𝐋𝐊 ⭒ 9𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ⭒ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ┆ 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

latest ：❝ shouta loves to fuck you in the mirror ❞ — shouta aizawa ( 18+ )

latest drabb ：❝izuku while your on your period ❞ - izuku midoriya

stat ： semiactive ( reqs open atm! )

.☘︎ — mha writer but working on writing for more fandoms!! please do not steal or copy any of my work!!

xoxo , 𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐤𝐨

it always starts in the shower but he doesn’t even let it get to the bedroom. he wants you to take him right there over the counter, in the mirror where he can see your face.

shouta's hand held a grip in you hair, just a shy from painful as he bent you over the sink, his other hand gripping the skin on your hips

his half lidded eyes stared holes into yours in the reflection. you can hardly hold his gaze, your eyes fluttering and rolling uncontrollably as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“watch.” he demanded breathlessly, tightening his grip in your hair.

“look so pretty, i want you to see.”

you sob, shaking your head as tears of pain and pleasure stream down your face. “caaant sho, soo d-deep"

shouta pouted gently, mocking the one of your face “, i knoww babydoll, but you can take it i know you can.”

he loved when he could slip his hand underneath you, press and feel himself bulging inside of you. still whispering the dirtiest words you’ve ever heard in your entire life.

his eyes are still locked on yours as his hand firmly pressed into your abdomen, only adding more pressure to the knot that formed quickly inside your stomach. his hips bucked into you recklessly.

“fuuuck, you're so wettt baby” he whined in your ear. you can’t even say anything in return. only another broken whimper. but how could you when your thighs shook and your toes curled against the tile. “n' takin me so fuckin' good. shiiit—i’m gonna cum."

his hand slides from your stomach to clutch your throat, keeping you still as he buries himself to the base. the knot low in your gut coils tighter as you sob out his name, nails scraping against the countertop.

shouta watches darkly as your face shatters in the mirror. mouth slack, eyes completely shut now as the pleausre took over you. "mhmm, let me feel you, angel"

and that was all the extra motivation you needed for the coil inside you to snap as your vision whites out. you cum with a broken scream, releasing all over shouta.

his eyes watched, barely, at the way your fluids mixed with each of his thrust, making some sort of sticky arousal concoction. he smirked lazily, his lip tucking between his teeth as she shook his head.

"messy fuckin' girl" he growls, hips stuttering. his rhythm fractures as he chases his own release, dragging you back against him with every thrust. "get so nasty for me."

and after another minute of him promising to fill you real nicley and reassuring you on how much he loves you, he finishes with a choked groan, forehead dropping between your shoulder blades as he spills inside you, hot and relentless.

and you love it everytime.

#draft af #sorryforanyerrors

you couldn’t ignore the fact that your husband!izuku lowkey has a breeding kink. you don’t think he fully realizes he has one but you’ve definitely picked up on it in the past few months

especially when he never fails to mention something related to that almost all the time.

“just imagine our kids, baby”

“you’d be the prettiest mommy.”

“can’t wait to see your belly all round”

he’d even started occasionally calling you mommy, saying that one day he might manifest into reality

no matter what time of day, he always managed to slip these images of you with a cute little baby bump in your head. you would usually laugh it off until he started requesting to not use protection some nights too “simply get the full affect” and that he swears he’d “pull it out in time”

and if that wasn’t enough to prove your point, the very few times you guys went unprotected, he’s asked to finish inside of you, which you’ve sternly shot down each time cus now he was going too far. you truly thought he was going crazy but he was unfortunately dead serious.

but now, as he has you in the meanest missionary position, hands squeezing tightly around your thighs as he slams into you messy and needy, your protest weakens

“so pretty.” he praises, kissing your lips before dropping his head to the crook of your neck, listening to how his every stroke punched a moan from you. “pleasee let me today baby. please.”

his dick twitched at the idea of being able to cum inside of you all hot and warm and potentially getting you pregnant.

“want to so bad. wanna fill you up and make you all big and.. and mghnn—fuck i-i’m gonna cum”

he couldn’t even imagine how perfect you’d look waddling around the house carrying his baby (or babies). he could cum from just the idea alone.

“i-izuu..” you managed to get out through your broken moans. but that’s not what he wanted to hear.

“please mommy” his voice cracked slightly, his pace becoming erratic as he felt his climax approaching quickly. “you know i’ll be good to you. whatever you want, baby—whatever you need, i’ll take care of it”

the problem wasn't that you didn't believe him. the problem was the way your stomach fluttered at his words. the way your ankles wrapped around him tighter. the way your body betrayed you by pulling him deeper like it was giving him permission.

he’d never full on begged you like this and you honestly didn’t know what to d think or do.

he made it sound so convincing. so perfect like you’d never have to worry about anything. like he’d make the entire thing worth it.

who knows… maaaybeee one wouldn’t hurt?

"tell me yes," he whined against your throat, hips stuttering as he fought to hold back. his fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises later. little reminders of how badly he wanted this. "t-tell me, please say yes."

your nails scraped down his back as he hit that spot inside you. the one that turned your vision white.

"o-okay! ” you gasped, your eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach tightened. you didn’t know why you said that but you also didn’t feel bad for saying it. maybe all his mommy manifesting was getting to your head

it didn’t matter because the sound he made was almost wounded. relief, desperation. something raw and it sent you over the edge you were already half way over.

“you mean that?” he panted, face coming up to look at yours with half lidded eyes, searching for any uncertainty “m’ so fuckin close, angel. tell me you’re sure. s-say it pleaseplease say it ”

you nodded weakly “want it zuku, please…” you managed to get out as your orgasm approached strongly. izuku wasted no time burying himself to the hilt with a string of curses, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside you.

you sobbed out as you reached your own peak, legs trembling like jelly. well they were jelly now and probably would be for the next few months.

he came up to rest his forhead on yours, still breathing heavy. his lips twitched into a delirious, blissed-out grin before he placed a kiss on your lips.

“i hope that worked.”

oh yeah he was crazy

uploading after my long ass (but much needed) hiatus is so awkward lol.

and also guys this is only fiction… for the love of god please USE PROTECTION!!!

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐟’𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐟’𝐬 ( 𝐛𝐤𝐝𝐤 ) M

↳ 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 M

↳ 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 ! 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

↳ 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 ( 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 ) M

↳ 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

↳ 𝐛𝐤𝐝𝐤 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐜’𝐬

↳ 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!

xoxo , 𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐤𝐨

Thank you for your time.

AHHHH MY FIRST NONY i already love you. & i love that yall love bkdk as much as me, it rlly makes me feel like im not completely going insane :)) i have state board for school next week so im gonna be MIA for a minute buttt expect some more poly!bkdk shtuffs coming soon x

w › poly!bkdk , handj*b (izuku recv) , language, dom!katsuki , sub!izuku , voyereuism kinda? ..

“i’m back!” you chirped, throwing your keys onto the counter and taking off your shoes. to your surprise, you heard nothing in return. nothing except your room tv on faintly in the distance.

thinking that they probably fell asleep, you made your way to your room.

“mnggh—k-kachaan.”

you stopped in your tracks, assuming you were hearing things. your body grew with chills almost instantly at the sound of your boyfriends voice.

you were no novice to the sound of izuku’s moans, but you were sure you heard wrong.

but still, you stood there waiting for the sound again … just incase

“ohmygod” it came out like one word, broken, breathless and desperate. that was definitely izuku’s voice.

you inched closer to the door. eyes adjusting to the blurry figures you made out through the slit in the door

your mouth dropped open like a hungry dog at the sight in front of you. katsuki and izuku both shirtless and hair wet, sticking to their faces. izuku sat in between katsuki’s legs , back against his chest, face flushed and head thrown back.

you followed katsuki’s hand that stretched over izuku’s abs and into his jogging pants.

“t—to much kacchan, I can’t t-take it”

he squirmed and moaned and whined as katsuki stroked his sensitive tip, fingers glossy from the previous orgasms izuku had spilling all over and down his hands

“then whyre you still cummin’, huh?” izuku could only whimper in response, but it wasn’t enough for katsuki.

katsuki’s other hand suddenly fisted in his green curls, yanking izuku's head back to expose his already marked neck . “huh, you fuckin nerd?” he egged, a smirk playing on his lips while his thumb swipped mercilessly over izuku aching tip.

izuku’s back arched, a cracked moan escaping him lips simply from katsuki’s word and you felt your own legs clenching together

“be…because—mmmgn-”

his teeth grazed izuku’s ear as his stroking hand sped up, squelching obscenely now. “cus’ what.”

izuku’s hips jutted up into katsuki’s wet hand, lips red and puffy from him biting down too hard. he was panting like a dog, his eyes rolling back from overstimulation and the approach of his third orgasm

“tell me” katsuki growled, fingers tightening in Izuku's hair, just on the edge of it being painful. his other hand worked izuku with brutal efficiency, thumb pressing against his slit on every upward stroke. izuku’s thighs trembled, toes curling into the sheets.

his breath hitched, words dissolving into a loud, throaty moan as katsuki twisted his wrist on the next stroke.

your own pulse hammered in your throat, fingers gripping the doorframe as izuku’s voice cracked

“fuuckk—kacchan please..”

“beggin’ ain't a answer” katsuki taunted, slowing his hand just enough to make Izuku whine, hips chasing the friction.

“because!” izuku gave in, thrusting into katsuki hand like a touch starved virgin, the knot in his stomach subsiding slowing “b-because it feels good when you t-touch me like this”

katsuki’s smirk was sharp and victorious. his grip tightened. "yeah?” katsuki hummed although it kinda sounded like a strained moaned “show me. one last time, handsome.”

then he dipped his head, biting down on izuku’s collarbone, tongue swirling around his skin as his hand sped up. wet, filthy sounds filling the room.

“yesyesyes—mmgghfuck i’m cumming—oh god” izuku moaned with a sob, cum splurting and spilling over katsuki’s fingers, and his stomach again.

katsuki didn’t let up, milking him through his entire orgasm. he placed kisses to his temple and forehead until izuku went boneless legs trembling.

shit, your own legs were trembling. the creak of the door opening had them both snapping their eyes towards you, izuku’s face immediately going red.

“oh my god..” you chuckled breathlessly, mouth agape. it wasn’t anything funny and actually you were painfully horny and wet now.

katsuki’s grin was all teeth. he had noticed you long ago but decided to let you creep, the feeling of you there watching only adding to his fuel.

“enjoy the show?”

well FUCK.