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onlyfans! model x kirishima who is known for being in the top ten of the site, but only for solo videos.

times are rough, man. sales arent making as much, and you have to make more content in order to pay for your rent. youre not a hero like your bestie, red riot— who basically makes more than six figures a month simply by merch and popularity.

but when he offers to be included in the next little porno you make, your head spins like a yo-yo toy.

“you sure you want to do this? you dont have to worry about me, y’know..” you mention, finding the perfect outfit to wear for the shoot. “what about your hero work?”

“nah, dont you worry about that!” he’s beaming, a teethy smile and a pat on the head. “you just do what you do and ill be here, helpin’.” he kisses your head, which makes you wonder… what would happen after this?

you couldnt tell what would happen, but it all washes away when it feels like you could melt.

“never knew you could taste this good…” kirishima mumbles, his quirk hardening and holding your legs up. “my god, baby..” he groans, suckling your clit through this lips and rolling it on his tongue. “yer’ so messy, too…”

your hands tangle themselves into his hair, feeling the camera stare right at you and your eyes roll. “oh my god—“ you shiver, biting your lip. “your tongue.. so fuck— soft,” you squirm, trying to scoot up away from his mouth, but he only follows you.

“uh uh..” he grunts, crimson eyes looking down at you and he licks his lips. “where do’ya think yer’ going, pretty?” he giggles, positioning himself between your legs. he leans down, kissing your collarbones and aligning himself to your slit. “youre so warm.. why you lookin’ away? you embarrassed?” he cups your chin, pressing soft kisses to your lips.

“because— the hell are you doing to me?” you whine, and he growls with a chuckle.

“just doing what you want me to do, princess.” he reminds you, slipping himself past the ring of muscle and he moans soft. f—fuck, fuuck..” he breathes heavy, like if he didnt, hed lose everything. “and you dont have a boyfriend, yet?”

internally, you wanted to smack him for his comment— but everything felt too good.. minus the stretching. he had to be the size of a pepsi bottle, the stretch feeling slightly agonizing.. but it feels better. “k—“

“sh, shh.” he plops a hand over your mouth, red faced and staggering. “yer’ wantin’ red riot to fuck you, yeah?” he chuckles, his eyes gleaming darker and he licks his lips. “well, youre gunna’ get it, baby.” his hips thrust forward, knocking your eyes back and you moan as the wind leaves your lungs.

“ohmygod!” you squeal, feeling his hands press down on your hips and your own hands press against his shoulders. “f-fuck! fuck— ohgod!”

“already creamin’ on me, and havent even gotten ten strokes yet..” he mumbles, hiking a leg up and angling himself downward. his eyes roll just a little, them snapping back and he grins from ear to ear. “need a big, strong man to make you see stars.. you messy little girl.” he giggles in pleasure, leaning down to spit thick saliva on your folds. “geez.. when was the last time a man fucked you, mama?”

its not like you could respond, considering the-fact it felt like he was going twenty miles an hour with his cock going in and out of you. considering the fact his thick veins were also making their mark in your velvety walls.

considering the fact that this man has heavier balls than anyone you dealt with, slapping against your slit.

you felt like this was heaven itself.

“r—red! im go—nna’!” you choke on your own words, covering your mouth with both hands and moaning against them. until eijirou decides that you dont get that luxury; pulling your hands away and wrapping his around your throat. “pl—please! please!”

“pleasssee? please what , mama?” he coos, lowering his torso down and kissing your neck. “use yer words, youre a big girl..”

“im so close— please!”

“dont need my permission, pretties.” he open mouth kisses your cleavage, growling when he feels the squeeze of your cunny could send him over the edge. “come on me, make my night..” he encourages you, something you adored about what was your best friend. “thats it, let it allll out..” he mumbles, repositioning his hips to angle yours. “not done with ya yet..”

you whine, laying there pitifully and he chuckles. “i know you are sensitive, princess.” he coos, slowly pumping his cock inside and out as he watches your face. “im gettin’ so close, ma..” he groans with words bubbling from his mouth. “fuck..fuck— gettin’ close.” he growls, digging his head into your neck and slamming his hips against yours. “shitshitshit—“

“red!” you squeal, nails clawing at his back and he growls a quick ‘fuck,’ until he bites his lip— sitting up to wrap both his hands around your throat to plow into your gummy walls.

“fuckin— take it, take me baby!” he growls deeper, hearing it bubble from the pit of his stomach to the cords of his throat. he gasps, feeling his thick, white ropes dribble into your wet walls. “fuck..!” he sighed, realizing you were damn near blue. “shit, you okay? you breathin?” he quickly asks, pressing two fingers against your jugular.

you nod, sucking in a couple breaths.

“how was that?” he massages your throat, (in attempt to relieve any swelling or discomfort) “was i too rough?”

“perfect”

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Holding your chubby pussy lips apart so they can eat you out properly 💕

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“my fuckin’ pussy” simon says as he’s pounding you in a mating press. your heel-clad feet are hung over his burly shoulders, flopping with every thrust.

“mmmn, yer fuckin” pussy” you slurred back.

“oh my, we’ve gotta talker, doing a little repeat after me? fuckin’ simon says, huh?”

he’s such a tease.

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smut | 18+ mdni.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley definitely thinks he’s a soft dom.

Wholeheartedly.

He has a lot of patience, he’s cool headed most of the time and knows how to stay that way even if he’s in a sticky situation. Barking out almost everything he says, giving you a good pat to the ass as praise. He’s still getting the hang of understanding all of you, eyebrow cocking up your stupid mistakes. But he’s calm, taking your jaw in his hand to look at him, making sure you don’t get ahead of yourself, takes time to correct you so you can get better at what you need help with.

It’s not like you were bad, no, you just had your off days. ‘Everyone does honey’ Simon reminded you constantly. You were well mannered, politely asking or declining when you needed to.

But my GOD, that brute, he gave you hell.

He’s manhandling you every which way imaginable, folding you like a lawn chair. When you trying to get the rest of his swelling cock inside, whining and clenching around a quarter of him— he’s pinning your hands down with one of his calloused hands, turning you slightly on your side so both of your legs are over his right shoulder and harshly yanking you to look at him by the chin.

“What did daddy say ‘bout bein a greedy bitch mama? You know better.”

Loved putting you in a full nelson so you had to stay there and take every veiny inch of him. He’s calling you everything but a child of god.

“Such a slut, makin a mess all over me. Look at this shit.”

“Squirtin like a fuckin fountain, what a messy fuckin pup. Pretty bitch on my dick, yeah?”

And when you’d refute being his puppy, he’s putting you in doggy style. Pressing his hand on your small of your back to create the meanest arch imaginable, drilling into your gummy walls while pulling at your curls.

“Pantin like a fuckin bitch in heat, ‘nd you say you’re not my pup. Fuckin lie, that is.”

He makes it his mission to fuck you till all you can think about is ‘Simon, simon, simon, daddy, daddy, daddy—‘

And he’s stuffed you completely full, your mixed cum spilling out and forming white rings around his dick. You’re drooling, eyes seeing stars, tears down you beautiful skin and he’s snapping his fingers in your face.

“Hellooooo? earth to [+]? Is that thing on?”

Simon’s laughing at the state of you in the crevice of your neck. He adored to see you absolutely wrecked for him. Overstimulated from cumming too much or edging you till you were babbling, whimpering mess. He scuff, pushing your pretty curls out of your face to properly look at you, relentlessly ramming every inch he could into your sweet spot, you slapped at his shoulder and swore it was all ‘too much’ and how ‘you couldn’t cum anymore.’ But there you were, still a moaning mess, cunt still clinging onto his manhood for dear life and dripping down his thighs.

With a ‘thwack’ to your tender clit, and a tight grip on you’re throat,

“Fucks sake, just shut up and cum already.”

You don’t even know what the fuck is happening to you when you cum. Legs shaking, stomach turning into knots, mouth agape because the moan won’t let itself out. And then you feel it, warm fluid hitting your cervix while Simon’s tip pulses inside you. You pass out for God knows how long, but Simon is yanking you out of the darkness by playfully flicking your temple. You’re still subbed out, immediately going to cling to him like you always do. He’d hum at the action, loved his needy baby. That’s when the soft comes out.

“Did good for me princess. Always been my good girl.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, long day tomorrow, yeah?”

a/n: Simon’s an aggressive lover, it’s true. It’s science.

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best friend dad könig had you bent like a pretzel in the passenger seat of a very expensive car. your toes touched the cool window, while your dress was bunched up leaving you out in the open. your knees touched your shoulders, and your nails dug into the leather. “now it’s coming back to you” his rough voice said slapping your pussy then thumbing his way between your folds. köngi drove widely on the empty highway. his sports car sweerving throughout the lanes as he rushed to get back to his home. “you get around my daughter and forget sweet pea” biting your lip, you withheld your moan.

his thick fingers entering you fucking you roughly. köngi finally looked to were you sat and smirked at you. “say sorry” he moved his eyes to the road then back to you quickly, scissoring his fingers into your cunt and groaning at the how wet you were. “m-m’sorryyyy” your hole clenched around him, clit throbbing and köngi knew what would follow moment after, so he took his fingers out of you and went back to tumbing over your clit teasingly.

“had plans to spoil my pretty girl tonight. kiss her, eat her pretty pussy, all because we had the house to ourselves and you’ve been so fuckin good for daddy. but of course you fuck. that. up” with each word he delivered a slap to your pussy, basking in your whimpers and murmurs of sorry. “ghost telling me that you were at a club sweetheart? that’s not what i expected as i cooked dinner waiting for you”as he spoke, eyes focused on the road, he slowly pushed two fingers back into you moving them slowly, just feeling your gussy walls wrap around his digits. “then you wear this baby? looking so pretty - but for who?” turning to you he sped up a little, watching you be seconds away from breaking.

your body shook, slob pooling for the side of you mouth and your eyes felt heavy. you tummy was tense, the feeling of your orgasm so close. “who?” he said again, sterner and louder making you jump and squeal clenching down. “YOU!” you cried as you no longer withheld it. squirt came out of you, as you still cried saying sorry. köngi chuckled evilly taking his fingers out and slapping your wet soppy cunt, knowing it would overstimulate you; to which it did.

all you could do was shake and cry. incoherent words failing to making sense to the mean man who had a smile on his face as he continued to play with your puffy tired pussy, all the way home.

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“now now, dont run from me mama.” katsuki cooed with the most sultry voice, leaning down to your shoulder and kissing it. “yer barely halfway and yer whinin’?”

“too big—“ you choke out, almost holding yourself up by your hands on his even thicker thighs. “i feel it— please!” you plead with him, hoping hed allow mercy on you.. but thatd be so easy for him. “it wont fit—“

“make it fit then.” he growled in your neck, putting his two fingers on your clit and circling. “no getting out’ta this.” calloused hands grip your thighs, lowering you down by each inch he had— or moreover carried around hidden.

you grit your teeth, pleasure but pain being mixed because of the sudden new stretch… but did it feel even better with his fingers rolling circles on your clit. “thats it.. thats my good girl—“ he praises slowly, until he groans from him bottoming out. “fuck— its all in, darlin’..” he kisses your earlobe, his own hips pulling from beneath you to slamming back up slow.

you yelp, a sudden moan bubbling from you and he coos. “awe, i know, but youre doing so good for your first nelson.. you practice fer me?”

“n—no! i do—“ you hiccup, a slap to your clit and he kisses your back shoulder.

“just teasin, dont get too cocky now.”

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ִ ࣪𖤐 . MADE TO FUCKIN’ TAKE IT ?!

ʚଓ.˚ warnings : multi-fandom men x fem!reader. nsfw/smut, size kink/difference, overstimulation, degradation & mocking, chocking (light breath control), hair pulling, man handling, breeding kink, multiple of orgasms, multiple of rounds, dirty talk & praise & cock warming? not proof read & pretty much a quick fic.

BIG MEN WHO… don’t give a damn how much smaller you are, how your body trembles under them, barely able to handle the sheer size of their cock stretching you open. They’ll press you down, keep you in place, making you take every inch until you’re crying out, gasping, nails clawing at their back or the sheets—whatever you can grab onto as they ruin you.

“You can take it,” he mutters, voice thick with desire, watching the way your tight pussy struggles around him. “Fuck—look at that, baby. So damn tiny around me.” His big hands hold your hips, keeping you still as he sinks deeper, making sure you feel every vein, every inch of him stuffing you full.

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t go slow. The moment he’s inside, he’s fucking into you, rough and deep, your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust. A low groan rumbles from his chest when he sees them, his hands coming up to grab at them, squeezing, his thumbs brushing over your soft nipples. “So fucking perfect,” he breathes, rolling one between his fingers, smirking when you whimper.

He loves seeing you like this—helpless under him, your clit throbbing as his cock pounds into you, stretching you in ways no one else ever could. One of his hands slides down between your legs, two fingers rubbing fast, forcing you closer and closer to the edge. “Come on, sweetheart, let me feel you,” he grunts, leaning down, his weight pressing you into the mattress. “You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you? Good fucking girl.”

Your walls tighten, body arching, your moans turning to desperate cries as the pleasure builds too fast, too strong. “Too much—” you gasp, but he just laughs, his pace never faltering.

“You can handle it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear before he bites down, making you whimper. “You were made for this. For me.”

His cock pushes even deeper, making you see stars. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, only groaning at the way your pussy clenches around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” he growls, snapping his hips harder, his grip on you almost bruising. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you’ll still be dripping with it tomorrow.”

Your mind is hazy, your body nothing but pleasure and overstimulation as his cock bullies your pussy into submission. His fingers don’t stop rubbing your clit, dragging you through another orgasm even as you cry out, thighs shaking.

“That’s it,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “Just like that, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”

And he’s not done. Not even close.

Your legs tremble as he keeps pounding into you, his cock stretching you past your limit, but he doesn’t slow down—not when you’re this wet, this tight, this perfect for him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something, anything, but it only makes him grin, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he presses you further into the mattress.

“Y-You're too big,” you whimper, voice shaky, lips parted as you struggle to catch your breath. Your pussy clenches around him, your body betraying you, and his grin only widens.

“Too big?” he repeats, mocking, one hand gripping your thigh and pushing it up to fuck into you even deeper. “You keep saying that, but your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You let out a sob when he grinds his hips against yours, the head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside you over and over until you're trembling beneath him. Your tits bounce with every ruthless thrust, and he watches, mesmerized, his hands sliding up to cup them roughly, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. “Poor little thing, getting fucked too good?”

Your eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the way his cock stretches your walls, the way his fingers keep circling your clit, sending shockwaves through your already overstimulated body. But then his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just pressing enough to make you open your eyes and look at him.

“Don’t you dare look away,” he orders, his grip tightening just a little, making your breath hitch. His cock pulses inside you, thick and heavy, dragging along every inch of your sensitive walls as he picks up the pace. “I wanna see that pretty face when I ruin you.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan, but he sees it—sees the way your body shakes, the way your pussy clenches around him like it never wants to let go. His smirk grows.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, his voice rough, his thrusts turning almost brutal. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Your body obeys before your mind catches up, your back arching as pleasure crashes through you, your pussy squeezing him tight. A broken moan escapes your lips, and he curses under his breath, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

“Fuck—” his voice is strained, almost desperate, his cock throbbing inside you. He buries himself as deep as he can go, pushing past the tight clench of your walls, his pace growing erratic. “Gonna fill you up, baby. You want that?”

You nod frantically, your mind foggy with pleasure, your body still shaking. “Y-Yeah,” you whisper, voice hoarse. “Want it.”

That’s all it takes. He groans, low and guttural, his hips jerking as he spills inside you, filling you with thick ropes of his cum. He stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt, breathing heavy, before his thumb lazily circles your clit again, making you jolt.

“You thought I was done?” he chuckles, his cock still hard inside you. His grip on your thighs tightens as he pulls back, teasing you with slow, shallow thrusts. “Nah, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

Your whole body feels boneless, trembling under him, but he doesn’t let you rest—not when your pussy is still clenching around him, so warm, so tight, still desperate for more even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.

“You’re shakin’, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers over your stomach, pressing down just enough to make you feel the way his cock is still buried inside you, so deep it almost hurts. “But look at that—your greedy little pussy’s still suckin’ me in.”

You whimper, trying to squirm away, but his big hands grab your hips, pinning you down with ease. He tsks, amusement thick in his voice. “Where d’you think you’re going, sweetheart?” His grip tightens, fingers pressing bruises into your soft skin. “You wanted my cock so bad—now you’re gonna take it.”

Your breath catches when he pulls back, teasing, letting only the thick head of his cock stretch you open before slamming all the way back in, knocking the air from your lungs. Your legs shake, another weak whimper slipping past your lips, but he only smirks, watching the way your tits bounce with every brutal thrust.

“Fuck—so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, reaching up to grab a handful of your hair, tugging your head back so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, hungry. “You feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am? Like I was made to fuck you like this.”

You can’t speak, can’t think—just moan as he rolls his hips, grinding deep, the fat head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside you over and over. His free hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just pressing, keeping you right where he wants you.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he mutters, his voice dripping with amusement. “All fucked-out and dumb on my cock.” His grip on your throat tightens slightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Bet you can’t even talk right now.”

He’s right. You can’t. Your lips part, a broken moan escaping, and he chuckles, smug. “That’s what I thought.”

Your pussy clenches around him, your clit throbbing, and he notices—of course he notices. His other hand slides between your legs, two fingers circling your swollen clit in tight, teasing motions.

“Yeah? You like when I talk to you like that, huh?” His voice is low, teasing, his fingers moving faster. “Such a desperate little thing.”

Your body is too sensitive, too overwhelmed, but you can’t stop yourself from rolling your hips up into his touch, chasing another high. He groans, watching you, his cock twitching inside you.

“Look at you—so fuckin’ needy for me,” he mutters, leaning down until his lips brush against your ear. “Gonna come again, aren’t you? So easy. So fuckin’ easy for me.”

Your mind blanks as the pleasure slams into you, your pussy squeezing him tight, making him curse under his breath. His hips snap against yours faster, rougher, his cock bullying your tight, wet walls as he chases his own release.

“Shit—gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he growls, his thrusts turning erratic, harder, deeper. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You cry out, barely able to handle the overstimulation, your body trembling beneath him as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you. His grip on your throat loosens as he groans, his breath ragged, “Fuckin’ hell finally I bred this pussy good.”

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aizawa is your first in a while. so you’re nervous. oddly enough. in a giddy way, yes, but also in an ‘oh my god what if you’re actually bad at sex’ way.

not that it matters because he seems to know what he’s doing. his lips are on your neck and his hands have lifted your top to expose your bra to him. it’s lacy and black. he seems to like that too since his fingers continue toying with the band, fingertips brushing beneath the underwire every so often.

you’re squirming where his hips have you pinned to his mattress. you weren’t supposed to stop by his place tonight. it was a last minute change of plans. not that you’re complaining because it led to this.

unfortunately though, when one of his hands slides down your waist to undo the button of your pants you tense up. your sigh hiccups, and your thighs twitch around his torso. and you quickly force yourself to relax but he notices. of course, the bastard notices.

“should we stop?” and despite his hand dipping beneath denim and cotton, his question is sincere where it’s pressed to your neck.

you swallow, eyes still closed and breath heavier in your chest when you manage to shake your head no. because the last thing you want is to stop.

you’re just embarrassed by how worked up you already are. it’s dumb, but your panties are already sticking uncomfortably to you and your skin is hot even though goosebumps litter all the places exposed to him.

his head lifts from its place to come directly into your field of vision. his hair is loose and falls in messy waves to one side of his face. his nose drags along your cheek until his lips line up with yours and he says “need to hear you say it.”

you blink up at him and his eyes are staring intently into yours and a hot wave of need washes through you. “no,” slips through your lips, all air and breath and desire, “i don’t want you to stop.”

he smiles and it melts right through you. his lips find yours again, this time pressing harder, forcing them apart as if he’s trying to consume you. his tongue is hot and soft when it meets yours and a whine unlike any sound you’ve ever made slides deliciously out of your mouth to be swallowed by his.

his hand has managed to find its way between your thighs and you desperately want to shut them but aizawa’s legs are keeping yours parted for him. what he finds is exactly what you expect him to. a mess. wet and sticky arousal coat your pussy and your cheeks flood with torturously hot embarrassment.

his hand slips further down. two fingers spread your lips to find your entrance and you’re practically leaking.

aizawa seems surprised. his head rears back, effectively breaking the kiss, and he looks down, eyes wide and pupils wild.

“oh, wow,” he breathes, voice rough and scratching tastily down your spine. “all this just from kissing?”

there’s amusement in his voice. and also a bit of awe. he has no idea of his effect on you. what an idiot.

even so, it’s hard to look at him. especially when he’s playing with you like this. his fingers are aimless. he’s simply exploring and dragging every drop you leak on his fingers everywhere. your hips jump when he smooths his soaked fingers over your clit and your face turns away from him, soft moan muffled by his duvet.

and even though his fingers have no purpose, no true intent, he’s working you towards a cliff cluelessly. your breath keeps catching in your chest and your hips keep stuttering against his fingertips and your eyesight blurs.

you shouldn’t cum this quickly. this easily. but you can’t help it. it’s been so long. and the weight of him just feels so good.

“shouta.” your hand catches his wrist, fingers wrapping around bone and corded muscle. his body freezes and his face turns to look at you. concern flits around his irises, but burns into something carnal when you mutter “you’re gonna make me cum.”

“that’s kinda the point.” you can hear the smirk in his words. you don’t even have to look at him to know what expression he wears. it’s smug and haughty and unbelievably sexy. you refuse to look at him actually. for your own sake.

“not this soon,” you whine. and you know you’re pouting but you’re conflicted. “you’re hardly even doing anything and I’m already-”

you don’t finish your sentence, instead waving around your hand as if that says all that he needs to know. and for the most part it does, because as well as erasing quirks he also seems to be a mind reader. but only for you.

“and you don’t want to.”

“it’s not that I don’t want to,” you start, shifting your head to finally look up at him. “obviously I want to cum.”

“but we still have all of our clothes on,” he responds, tilting his head to kiss your cheek, “and I just started touching this pretty pussy of yours,” his fingertips tap your clit twice, “and you wanna make it last, but you’re just so sensitive.”

his voice drips with condescension and arrogance. he’s touching you, but barely now, and a part of you is realizing you fucked up. because shouta loves taking his time.

“why don’t we take these off?” his hand leaves the warmth of your cunt and you gasp at the loss. but before you can even really grieve it, he’s yanking off your jeans and underwear in a single hard tug.

your body slides down the bed with the force, but when you fix your lips to scold him he’s in the process of discarding his own pants. and you stare rather shamelessly at the way his boxer briefs hug his erection.

he’s crawling over your body soon after, resuming his place between your legs but this time he’s grinding his clothed dick across your bare cunt. the sensation is entirely too much. the fabric is mean against your clit but the friction has your mouthwatering. and he does it again. slower, harsher. your eyes roll back and you fist his shirt in both hands.

your hips begin moving to match his pace. and it’s agonizingly slow, but your brain grows fuzzy as your body begins to tingle.

aizawa’s hand comes up to palm at your breast, pushing the cup down to expose your already pebbled nipple to the cool bedroom air. he’s rolling it between his finger and thumb. just toying with you.

your vision is black, ears filling with white noise.

“shit,” you groan as his lips wrap around your nipple, warm tongue gliding across the surface as your back arches into him. he’s suckling and nibbling and you’re beginning to writhe beneath him.

it’s all too much yet not enough. you need him closer. inside you. your slick now coats his underwear and his spit is smeared across your tit. you grind harder and faster against him. yearning for release. so close you can taste it on the back of your tongue.

his head catches your entrance, but trapped beneath cotton it has no where to go. the brief intrusion startles you, and your hips buck for more. he groans in response, the guttural noise escaping through the teeth that are currently biting down on your nipple.

“oh god.” it’s right there. your orgasm is about to overwhelm you and you suck in a hopeless breath in preparation.

it’s so close, so clo—

aizawa pulls away. his cheeks are red, his lips are redder. his breath is coming at him hard, but he stops anyway.

“no,” you whine and pull at his shirt, “no no no.”

“but baby,” his voice is hoarse and it rumbles deep from his chest. there are unshed tears already lining your lower lashes. and he has the nerve to kiss you. a gentle peck against your pouting lips, “I thought you wanted me to take my time with you.”

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acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.

you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.

at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.

because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.

shit to try w/ her

- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)

- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)

- recording it (for us only).

- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)

- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)

- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.

your eyes widened at that last one. oh.

you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.

this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.

you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.

you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.

“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.

you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”

katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”

your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”

you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”

“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”

“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."

you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”

his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.

“…get on the bed.”

and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.

you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.

“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”

“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”

by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”

the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.

you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"

"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."

he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."

you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.

“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”

his smirk deepened. “seven.”

your jaw dropped. “seven?”

“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”

your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”

“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.

“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”

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now seems like a good time to remind my fellow alt kids out there that you do NOT wear your political patches on your back.

wear them on the front. that way if someone disagrees and decides to get violent about it, they’re less likely to sneak up on you and catch you off-guard. stay safe.

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