#MHa smut

[grenadehearts]

warning smut below !!

Eijiro Kirishima is a messy, fucking pussy eater who gets off just by having his face buried inside your sopping cunt. Sure, he loves being inside you, feeling your walls clench around him, but there’s nothing he loves more than eating you out.

He starts slow, teasing, leaving soft kisses against your inner thighs, his breath hot against your skin. Occasionally, he nips at you with his sharp teeth, just to feel you jolt beneath him. But he’s an impatient man—so without warning, he buries his face between your legs, his tongue lapping at your clit, flicking, teasing, pushing you right to the edge. It’s so good, so much, to the point it’s painful how fucking needy you are for him. And he just eats it up—literally—pulling away only to let you see the way your slick coats his face, glistening in the dim light.

Then he’s crawling up, crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy, bruising kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It leaves you dizzy, breathless, but before you can even process it, he’s back between your thighs, full force, working at your clit like a man possessed. He spits on your already soaked pussy before diving back in, tongue pushing deep into your slick folds. He won’t stop until his face is covered in you, until his hair is completely ruined from the way you keep tugging on his red locks.

And fuck, he’s so vocal.

He groans, moans, whines into your desperate pussy, his lips never leaving your clit as he rasps, "Atta girl… fuck, so good."

At one point, he pulls away, just for a moment, gripping your hips in his big hands and spreading them wide. The cool air hits your dripping, swollen pussy, making you shudder. And he just stares, entranced, eyes blown wide with something between hunger and worship.

"She’s so pretty," he murmurs, voice full of awe—before he dives back in, licking and sucking at your cunt like a starving man.

He loves overstimulating you, thinks it’s his job as a man to exceed a woman’s expectations. And fuck, does he do exactly that. He moans into your mess of a pussy, tongue relentless, even when you’re thrashing and squirming under him. His grip tightens, hands firm on your hips as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, keeping you locked in place.

You can barely breathe, barely think, whimpering, "Hmph—Eji—ahh!" as you fist his hair, pulling him closer.

His voice is low, raspy, vibrating through you as he murmurs, "Doin’ such a good job, baby… think you can give me more of that?"

But you’re so fucked out, head pressed into the pillow, hips lifting desperately, squirming so much that he has to drag you back down. And when you’ve cum so many times that you feel like you can’t take it anymore, he knows you’ve still got one left in you.

He grips your hips and ass, lifting them, forcing your upper body into the mattress while he keeps your cunt propped up in the air. And then he attacks your clit, determined to push that last one out of you. Your body shakes, wracked with pleasure as the final orgasm rips through you—until you break, falling apart beneath him.

And he doesn’t stop until he’s lapping up your spoils, licking every drop like a man full of greed.

[missdynamighttt]

i can just imagine that bf! katsuki's idea of a prank for april fools is... truly something else.

it was april 1st, and you knew something was up.

katsuki had been acting too smug all morning—watching you with that feral little glint in his eyes, lips twitching like he was holding back a secret he could barely contain.

he wasn’t exactly subtle. he never was.

so when he gestured toward the living room with a deceptively casual, “got you a seat, sweets,” you should’ve known better.

you looked down at the chair behind you. then at his suspiciously innocent expression.

then back at the chair.

it looked like a chair.

still… something reeked of bullshit.

but you, tragically, were trusting. and very tired. and in very, very tiny shorts. so—you sat.

and the “chair” just, vanished.

because he’d yanked it away at the last second, and you landed squarely on his face.

a startled squeal left your lips, your hands flailing for balance as your thighs straddled his head. “katsuki—!”

he let out a guttural groan that vibrated straight through you, hands already locking around your thighs to keep you exactly where you were.

“happy fuckin’ april fools, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice muffled deliciously between your legs.

you couldn’t even respond before he grabbed your hips and pulled you down with zero warning, your thighs straddling his face as you yelped, scrambling to keep your balance.

and when his tongue immediately slid up against the wet patch of your tiny shorts, already bullying through the damp fabric like he had something to prove, you knew you’d just been played in the most evil, genius way possible.

“th-this is not what.. april fools is supposed to mean,” you gasped.

“sure it is,” he growled. “i made a fool outta you. thought i was givin’ you a normal chair."

“katsuki—”

he just groaned again, louder this time, the sound shooting straight through your core as he pulled you down flush against his mouth. his nose bumped against your clit through the cloth and you nearly sobbed.

“fuck— this isn’t even—this doesn’t count as a prank—!”

“it does if it ends with me eatin’ you out,” he muttered smugly, voice muffled beneath your thighs. “best fuckin’ prank of the year.”

your hands fumbled uselessly at his hair, clutching for something to ground yourself while he tongued your clothed cunt like he hadn’t eaten in days. and god, he was relentless, licking and sucking and grinding his face up against the thin fabric like it offended him.

“there you fuckin’ go,” he purred, tongue flattening against the mess you were already making. “that’s it, atta girl. ride my fuckin’ face."

you shivered, legs trembling as your body betrayed you, hips rolling forward without you even realizing it, chasing the friction.

“you ambushed me, asshole!” you gasped, flushed and panting, though your hips were already obeying him, grinding down slowly, rhythmically, chasing the pressure.

“‘s not ambush if you’re enjoying it,” he growled. his teeth grazed your inner thigh. “now shut up and ride your throne.”

you couldn’t even respond. not when he hooked a finger under the waistband of your shorts and yanked them to the side—finally getting his mouth on your soaked cunt, bare and aching and already trembling for him.

your head tipped back. “fuck—!”

the smug bastard moaned into you, like he knew he had you, like he wanted you to drown in it—wanted you to remember exactly how dangerous it was to sit in anything he called a “seat.”

katsuki’s mouth was devouring you like this had been the plan all along. and, god, it probably had been. he was nothing if not meticulous when it came to fucking with you, especially when it involved your thighs on his face and your moans in his ears.

your nails dug into his scalp as his tongue licked a stripe up your folds, slow and hot and absolutely criminal. he didn’t give you time to catch your breath either, just latched onto your clit with a low grunt, sucking until your knees nearly gave out.

“shit—katsuki, i’m gonna—”

he growled, like good, and gripped your ass tighter, anchoring you against him. “then fuckin’ do it. cum on my face."

your brain short-circuited. he was groaning like he was starving, and you were trembling above him like you were about to break.

and when he slid two fingers inside you—without warning, curling them just right, you did.

your orgasm hit like a damn truck, hips jolting, thighs trembling around his head as you gasped his name so hard it cracked. katsuki didn’t let up, tongue lapping through your release while his fingers pumped you through every wave.

only when your legs started to give out completely did he finally ease up. just enough to look at you with his lips slick and his grin absolutely feral.

you collapsed onto his chest the second he sat up, totally spent, heart still pounding.

“best fuckin' holiday, huh?” he murmured, kissing your temple.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ��┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ ahhh pls pretend its still april 1 lmao, finally done with school and hopefully i get to write more!! hope you guys enjoyed💗💗

[sugarwarachan]

horny bakugou brainrot - mdni

absolutely positive bakugou katsuki gets hard nearly every time you eat. he can’t help it, the way you enthusiastically approach every bite is enough to have him gripping the underside of the table

the way your eyes flutter closed when you swallow a particularly good bite—fuck it’s like he’s got you splayed out on his mattress, ankles around his ears and his name the only thing you remember how to say

so any excuse he has to feed you he takes it. constantly tapping your lip with his thumb, “open up, baby, want ya to try this”

fucks you dumb on the kitchen counter, two fingers stuffed in your mouth, lips curled up in a smirk when you start drooling down your chin

when he feeds his dick in between your lips and you hum around him like you’re sucking on a piece of fucking candy he ruts into your face with a stuttered whine

he’ll come in seconds if you praise the way he tastes, snarling out praise as he bullies his cock down your throat, “got a mouth made for suckin’ dick you know that sweet girl?”

[matsuokarin03]

"shit babe..." he hissed "what the fuck got into you?"

You momentarily stop kissing his clothed dick from your position in between his legs. "I've been thinking about blowing you for the past three days" another kiss, a little wetter this time "I'm ovulating"

You trail your hands up the sides of his toned thighs and pull down the band of his pants and boxers. "Well, shit...." He combs through his sweaty hair with one hand and the sight makes you even hornier. The way he's manspreading like that....his dick upright, the veins throbbing, just begging to be traced by your tongue.

There's no way you can wait any longer so you dive in, your mouth sucking the tip and your hand playing with his balls. He's immediately hit with bolts of pleasure and a shiver runs through his whole body. Almost instantly, Katsuki places one hand behind your head and moans. You move your lips to the side of his thick member and leave a trail of saliva for lubrication. Then you return to the tip, and start your descent to his base, trying your best to take it all in. "Ahh...babe....that feels amazing" hearing his low moan excites you even more as you hollow your cheeks and start bobbing your head up and down his dick.

Your lover can't help but move his hips, matching your rhythm and bucking his lower body into your mouth, the one hand that was holding your head, grips harder at your hair, and the other hand squeezes your free hand that's on his thigh. "Mmnn...I'm close...." You're in the mood to swallow his cum today so you don't pull out, instead you suck even harder and faster until finally he finishes "ARGH MNNN..." Spurts of hot white cum gets released into your mouth and you gulp it all.

The look on his eyes say he's been completely taken over with lust. There are small beads of sweat on his forehead and his face is flushed. He looks so pretty like this and you fall in love with him all over again. Once it looked like Katsuki finished catching his breath, you stand up before him and guide his hand to your own sopping wet cunt "Katsuki...help me with this."

"Ofcourse baby"

[shigarosie]

Izuku keeps cumming prematurely. It's to be expected, really, he was a virgin when you met and he gets worked up easily. You've never held it against him- in fact you find it pretty hot. He always keeps going, though it can be hard for him. Too intense. And embarrassing in his eyes. He's a firm believer in making your partner cum first. So you had to come up with something to help him hold off for a few minutes, for his sake.

That's how you end up on his lap, telling him to talk you through his last homework assignment or his favorite anime. He rambles through equations or plot points in extreme detail while you ride him, asking him questions to keep his focus off of your pussy and on whatever topic he chose. It works pretty well- he doesn't cum within the first fifteen minutes if fucking you, and you think it's hot when he rambles. It's a trait about him that initially attracted you to him in the first place. You love your nerdy little boyfriend and his rambling <3

[becertainlust]

TEMPERATURE | Shoto Todoroki

synopsis: back from work out the country work, returning to the arms of your lover who so touch deprived that his quirk malfunctions.

content: smut. Shameless smut, missionary, praising, temperature play, strength play, creampie, hickies, overstim

How high was the chance of getting hypothermia?

The room was suffocatingly quiet, save for the harsh, erratic breaths that echoed in the space between you. Shoto’s form hovered above you, trembling slightly, his mismatched eyes darkened with a dangerous mixture of desire and restraint.

His body—his perfect, conflicted body—was too close, too dangerously close. The heat of him, the sheer presence, was overwhelming. It was a war waged against your senses, and you were losing.

He’d always been controlled—his abilities, his emotions—but tonight, that control was slipping. His breath hitched as his fingers trailed fire along your skin, each touch igniting something desperate inside you. And then, the contrast—his left hand, usually ice-cold, now pressing against your thigh with a teasing chill, shocking a gasp from your lips.

Catching your breathless sighs between deep kisses, he murmured against your ear, “Mmm, missed you so much.” His voice was low, rough, needy.

Your brows pinched together at his words, a whimper slipping past your lips. “Was only gone—mmm—for a day longer, Sho,” you managed between shallow breaths, your body arching to meet his.

He groaned, his cock pushing deeper into your spasming pussy, stretching you open in the way that made your toes curl. “Felt like forever,” Shoto muttered, kissing the shell of your ear as he rocked into you, inch by inch, savoring the way your body tightened around him.

Your nails bit into his waist, desperate, needing more. “Fuuuck, Sho,” you whined, clutching at him as he bottomed out, filling you to the brim. He drew back ever so slowly, listening to the loud, wet squelch before thrusting back in, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips.

Shoto had one hand intertwined with yours, pressing your fingers down into the soft couch cushion as he picked up that punishing, mind-numbing pace of his. His other hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face to him so he could watch every reaction, every blissed-out expression you made.

“I missed you,” he groaned, burying himself deep, hips grinding against yours as if he wanted to ruin you for anything else. His lips brushed against your cheek, breath hot and heavy. “Did you miss me too?”

You could barely answer, the pleasure stealing every coherent thought from your mind. All you could do was nod frantically, your thighs squeezing around his waist.

“Fuck, Sho—too big,” you gasped, feeling the sweet stretch of him as your body struggled to take all of him.

“Shhh, you’re taking it so well,” he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. His lips found your neck, pressing a kiss there before sucking a mark into your skin. “God, you feel so good.”

Your body trembled beneath him, your mind spinning as he continued to thrust, deep and steady, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin filling the room. The pleasure was dizzying, but then—

A sudden, sharp chill prickled at your skin, spreading down your spine. Shoto’s quirk was slipping. The air around you wavered between suffocating heat and biting cold, his control unraveling with every thrust. His right hand burned where it gripped your waist, branding you with its heat, while his left pressed into your thigh, ice seeping into your skin and making you shudder violently beneath him.

“Sh-Sho—” your voice hitched as an unexpected shiver wracked your body, goosebumps rising where the frost licked at your flesh. The contrast was intoxicating, overwhelming—just like him.

His mismatched eyes flickered down at you, wide with something dangerously close to desperation. “I can’t—” he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Feels too good. Can’t hold it back.”

“Then don’t,” you breathed, wrapping your arms tighter around him, pulling him closer.

His hips snapped into you with new urgency, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The frost on his left side spread up your leg, making you tremble, while the fire of his right made you burn, searing you with pleasure and heat.

“Really?” he hummed, and if he had a tail, it would be wagging. He thrived on praise, on knowing he was wrecking you completely.

“Really,” you choked out, voice shaky, pleasure washing over you like a tidal wave. “Hah—fuck, Sho—feels so good.”

His hips stuttered slightly at your words, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. He pressed his forehead against yours, watching you with half-lidded eyes as he drove into you harder, deeper, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you.

Your nails clawed at his back, a broken moan leaving your lips. “Gonna cum,” you whined, voice dying in your chest as the pleasure built impossibly high.

Shoto’s grip tightened on you, his pace becoming relentless, determined. “Cum for me, baby,” he coaxed, voice like velvet, sinful and sweet. “Wanna feel you squeeze me.”

And with one last thrust, you shattered, your entire body locking up as pleasure crashed over you, white-hot and all-consuming. Your walls clenched around him, drawing a deep, desperate groan from his throat before he followed right after, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside you.

But he didn’t stop.

Your body jerked as he kept moving, his cock dragging through your oversensitive walls, prolonging your pleasure until it twisted into something unbearable. “Sho—ah! Too much,” you gasped, trying to squirm away, but he held you firm.

His heavy lidded eyes burned into you, his breath ragged. “Just a little more,” he murmured, voice thick with need. “You can take it, can’t you?”

Your body quivered as he thrust again, each stroke sending electric shocks of overstimulation through you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you whimpered, nails biting into his shoulders.

“you're soo pretty” he praised, pressing a kiss to your swollen lips. “So good for me.”

Heat and ice raged over your skin, his loss of control making every touch a delicious torment. Smooth cold circles over your clit as his movements became erratic, desperate, his hips slamming into you with near-frantic urgency.

Another orgasm ripped through you before you could stop it, your body spasming violently around him. Shoto groaned, his grip tightening as he gave one final thrust, spilling into you again with a shuddering moan.

The world blurred around you as you collapsed beneath him, utterly spent, your limbs shaking. He buried his face in your neck, pressing lazy, open-mouthed kisses to your sweat-slicked skin as his breathing evened out.

A slow, satisfied grin curled at his lips as he nuzzled closer. “Think I need to keep you around more, huh?” he murmured sleepily, his voice dripping with smug amusement.

You could only hum weakly in response, body still tingling from the aftershocks. If this was what coming home to him meant, you weren’t sure you’d survive the next time.

[dollbrbie]

repost :p

a knock on your boyfriend, bakugo’s door of his dorm room causes a groan to escape his lips, unwrapping his arms from you where you were both previously cuddled up while watching a movie on your laptop.

“who’s that?”, you ask, still laid up in his bed as you watch him get up while marching to his door with pure attitude.

“probably them damn extras again.”, he complains with a grumble, opening his door to find kaminari, kirishima and sero stood there with large smiles on their faces.

“what’s with your goofy faces? and why are you knocking on my door at 10pm?”, he questions, a scowl plastered on his face.

“we were wondering if you wanted to come play this new game with us?”, kirishima asks, holding up a video game you know your boyfriend has been wanting to try out for a while now.

he leans against the doorframe, “well, i’m with my girlfriend right now.”

“yeah but you’ve wanted to play this for a while, right? i’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”, kaminari reasons, sero nodding along with him.

letting out the biggest sigh he could, bakugo replies, “yeah whatever, let me ask her.”, shutting his door halfway so the boys couldn’t see bakugo’s little act he was about to pull off.

“you can go if you want, i don’t mind.” you say softly, turning your head away from the movie you were just watching. you really didn’t mind if he wanted to hang out with his friends since he spent majority of his time with you anyway.

he frowns at your response, mouthing a ‘be quiet’ before opening the door once again after a minute or so, seeing their anticipated smiles.

“yeah she said no.”, bakugo shrugs through his lie nonchalantly, causing you to whip your head back around at him while furrowing your brows.

was this man trying to make his friends hate you?

“well, do you really need to be asking your girlfriend for permission, dude? seems kinda toxic..”, kaminari starts, scratching the back of his head with an awkward look on his face.

“are you questioning her?”, bakugo questions, his voice slightly raised as he holds his usual angry face when anyone mentions anything he doesn’t like about you.

he’s always been protective like that. although, you do wonder if that’s the reason why most of the boys seem a little too cautious around you and always refuse to train with you. bakugo always tells you not to worry about it.

“nah, course not, bro. we’ll play another time it’s fine.”, kirishima steps in, holding his hands up while giving a light hearted laugh, trying to cool bakugo’s behaviour.

“yeah, yeah, fine. whatever.”, bakugo rolls his eyes, shooing off his friends before turning back to you, the angered expression he once had completely wiped off.

his sight finally falls back onto you as he walks back over and getting comfortable in his bed again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest as he interlocks his legs with yours.

if anyone saw the position bakugo was in now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. angry, aggressive bakugo laid up with a girl, holding onto her so gently as he kisses her forehead, watching some bullshit movie you know he has no interest in watching, and all for his sweet little girlfriend who everyone now seems to think holds him hostage so he can’t hang out with his boys.

and all because he simply just wants to spend all his time with his girlfriend.

“you’re such a lover boy.”, you smile at him, knowing how embarrassed he gets when you say things like this.

“shut up.”, he grumbles, partly hiding his face in the covers as he continues watching the movie with you, back where he wanted to be.

he knows you’re right. you have this man absolutely whipped for you and he couldn’t even care less about it.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[cvnt4him]

izu w a cock too big for his own good.

You're his first girlfriend...EVER. which is surprising to you, he's attractive big n strong and so so so kind. He's the kind of guy girls dream about, a literal knight in shining armor. It made you feel sick that you couldn't help the lewd thoughts of what was inside the knights pants.

You would bring him food whenever you could and would see his thick bulge against his pants, that silly smile of his and those chubby freckled cheeks. He was so adorable and such a loser. God he truly deserves a cock that big.

You had him laid down on his back thighs wide open with you sitting in between them gently rubbing his cock covered by his boxers. He whimpered lowly staring up at you with those wide eyes of him, his face flushed with red while his pupils were blown wide. Izuku had never done anything quite like this before.....not with someone else at least.

He was a gooner 100% so he's definitely teased his cock through his boxers before you believe that for sure. You admired his face for a little before focusing on his big and thick cock sitting flat against his pelvis jolting up at the drag of your finger. You hum and gently rub your finger up his tip repeatedly earning a sigh from him, his eyes fluttering while his brows furrowed sticky precum oozing through his boxers, darkening the spot where his tip laid.

His thighs were having trouble staying open, the feeling of being pleasured but just barely by you was fogging up his brain it was turning him on a lot more than you thought. He could cum untouched if that's what you wanted, as many times as you wanted. You put your hand on his inner thigh caressing his freckled and tanned skin with your thumb and a smile painting your face.

You wrap your entire hand around his cock giving it a squeeze trying to get a feel out of his cock. The girth was amazing you could hardly wrap your entire hand around it. That says a lot. Once more he whined laying his head back and using the back of his hand to hide the wobbly smile forming in his flushed face. You didn't even move your hand, just holding his cock as it began jumping in your palm. You could feel it moving up and down begging to be used.

“ y..yeah.....c'mon touch it.. mmph.. fuck.”

You heard him mumble a whimper filled sentence under his breath, heavy breaths leaving him as he laid back letting you whatever you wanted to him.

“ m’gonna pull these down a bit m’kay izu?”

He nodded quickly as you removed your hand from his cock and hooked your fingers through the waist and of his boxers, pulling it back and letting it snap against his skin. He winced and jolted up at the pain whimpering with a shiver as he looked up to you with pleading eyes. He didn't say anything, letting his eyes tell you exactly what you knew he wanted. How sweet.

You run your hand down his lower abdomen before finally fishing your hand into his boxers and pulling it out gently having it lie against his pelvis once more. A shaky sigh left his lips at the gush of cold air hitting his precum slicked tip. You admired his estate for a while watching how enamouring he was, how luminescent he looked.

His cock head was large and a rosy red still leaking precum, there were a couple of veins painting the sides of his thick pulsating cock, large and full balls tightening below. He looked absolutely appetizing. It truly is a surprise to see a sweet and gentle guy have such a big and bold cock. So thick it can't even stand up on its own.

“ dont...look at it like that..”

He whispered to you, a whine ending his sentence. His eyes were hardly open he was so embarrassed, his cock was out having the cold air brush against it causing his cock to jump at the breeze. He whined lowly thighs flexing on each side of you waiting for you to do something.

You rub his thighs to try and get him to calm down, his breathing was heavy and almost as if he was out of breath. To your surprise his hips lift into the air slightly and he shivers at your touch, a low moan leaving his lips. He was so desperate to be touched it was saddening honestly, but far too cute to not enjoy.

You decided to give in and touch him, wrapping your hand around his cock once more jerking him off. Hand moving up and down in an agonizingly slow pace. Not even five minutes of you touching him gently, palm grazing over his sensitive vock head occasionally, he'd cum.

Low whines leaving his slackened jaw as his cock began leaking out his whine cum, pooling all over his lower abdomen and spilling onto the bed, you had moved your hand the second you seen his cum slowly spill down his reddened cock head.

You stared at him, disbelief behind your eyes but you hadn't wanted him to see that as he might feel bad given how quickly he'd cum. After he calmed down from he previous high his shaky eyes fluttered open and focused back on you and your figure, your eyes met with his and he instantly felt a rush of embarrassment.

Curling into a ball and huffing out a line of apologies.

“ I'm so sorry!! I just...you , you felt so good-! I didn't know I could...... just..— I'm sorry !”

You sigh and laugh above your adorable little big lover below you, hiding his face and whining in embarrassment wallowing in his own filth. You rub his back kissing the top of his head and decided you wouldn't tease him.

Although the fact his cock is so big and so thick and HE was so big and strong yet he couldn't even handle having his cock stroked by his girlfriend. Albeit this was his first time with something like this so you supposed you could give him the benefit of the doubt.

[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ɴɪɢʜᴛꜰᴀʟʟ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || The blonde slowly reached his limit, the urge to touch her was just too overwhelming. 

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, smut HEAVILY implied but it’s basically all foreplay, very steamy makeout session, physical touch galore, both green flags, pent up bkg, oneshot, dating au, aged up, spicy spicy and spicy, bkg yearning, 1.4k word count

"You should just move in, ya know?"

She's caught off guard by his sudden words as they lay beside each other — previously thinking he'd fallen asleep given the time — her eyes meeting his crimson ones as he turns over.

He's different at night.

The grumpy demeanor lessened significantly, voice more husky — likely due to work exhaustion — and a much calmer expression.

And if you take his words into account... more intimate as well.

She smiles softly, a look he's grown too fond of, that it’s terrifying.

"You'd let me?"

He hums.

The sound sends tingles down her spine as he brushes some stray hairs away from her face.

"Ya practically live here already, dummy."

She instinctively leans into his touch, hesitance filling her gaze as she speaks.

"I should've asked before but... you really don't mind?"

His brows slightly furrow with contemplation, blinking a few times — now wide awake — as he stares back.

"Hah? Mind what?"

"Me being here and all. I don't want to overwhelm you, I just don't want you to feel obligated—"

"Y/N."

Her voice wavers as he caresses her cheek, the gesture making her heart lurch with fondness — accidentally leaning a bit too close to him — shyly holding eye contact.

Yet she didn't have it in her to move away, not when he stares deep into her soul with something close to longing.

He huffs.

"You really must underestimate yourself... if you think that's all I care about."

His fingers trail down her face, idly rubbing her bottom lip as his gaze roams across every feature.

She couldn't move, couldn't speak or even take a full breath. The intensity of his look was just that overwhelming.

And she was in the middle of it.

Her body shudders as his hand glides down her torso — as if committing the shape to memory — pausing at the end of his shirt, the one she wore to bed, very much oversized on her.

The sleeping shorts she wore, barely leaving anything to the imagination.

"I get overwhelmed at other things you know?"

Noticing she's not pushing him away, he slowly treads beneath the fabric, rubbing her leg to feel the untouched skin — foreign to him despite the time they've been together — the realization making him yearn for something more intense.

But he's gentle, not wanting to scare her off.

Her breath hitches as he leans down, pressing soft kisses down her neck — each leaving a heated sensation as they travel lower — reaching her collarbone in no time.

She was right.

He was different at night.

"I want you here all the time... fucking drives me crazy..."

His words send her into a frenzy.

The sudden urge to touch him is staggering, her hands slowly wrapping around his back — fingers exploring every muscle and crevice — as he takes the silent permission, slowly hovering over her in the midst of kisses and heated touches.

Relishing in the small gasps she lets out when he teasingly bites on her neck.

"Always so damn sensitive..."

Her body heats up — whether due to embarrassment or something else, who knows — but she is sure of one thing.

She looks up to meet his eyes, sprawled out underneath him with a gaze that could rival his, making him nearly lose his composure when she mumbled her next words.

"Don't stop..."

One of his hands slowly fists at the fabric of the shirt, looking down at her with reluctance — restraining himself from taking her right then and there — holding onto every last bit of sanity he has left.

It was maddening.

"Are you sure?"

She gradually nods.

That doesn't seem to be enough for him though, leaning down to brush his lips against her ears, nibbling on her lobe as he whispers.

"Use your words Y/N."

The sound is gruff and only she can hear the desire behind each word spoken.

His warm breath practically danced near her ear, making her shiver beneath him.

"P-Please Katsuki..."

The small plead even shocks herself, his eyes shutting for a moment to process such needy words leaving her plump lips.

Like their calling out to him.

"I trust you—"

"Fucking hell."

She's left absolutely breathless as he suddenly crashes his lips against her own — desperation and hunger fueling his drive — his hands roaming all over her body.

Like she just unleashed the floodgates with a single request.

His passion is hard to keep up with, but she tries her best to match his rhythm — their lips moving in unison — in a messy mix of fierce breaths and built up cravings.

"been waiting— so long— damn woman—"

The mumbled words against her lips — in between every kiss — has her heart aching, her hands holding him tightly against her.

Eagerly wanting to hold onto this feeling, the warmth of his body against hers.

"sorry... 'm sorry—"

He abruptly nips at her bottom lip, earning a sharp inhale from her.

"don't you dare apologize."

It's embarrassing how hard she's trembling despite his hands only rubbing up and down her legs.

She could've sworn she heard his ego skyrocket at her already shaky form, his desire for more is clear but nonetheless...

He gives her flesh a small squeeze.

"It's okay... I'll try going slow."

Her face heats up as he lifts her leg, pressing gentle kisses along her calves, slowly trailing up to her thighs.

Occasional nibbles here and there.

The soft plush of his lips making contact with her skin is ethereal, like she's dreaming.

"So damn soft... this all mine?"

She must be dreaming.

"Mhm..."

"Thank the fucking gods."

Her eyes squeeze shut as he lifts her shirt — ignoring her most vital area for now — as he reveals part of her stomach.

Continuing his praise on her midriff, leaving warm kisses on every patch of visible skin.

"Can I?"

She didn't need him to further explain, she knew the implications.

As if she could say no, wanted to say no, she'd be a fool.

"O-Okay..."

Trying to make her more comfortable, he paused for a moment, taking off his own shirt to give her some reassurance.

Not a single ounce of insecurity in sight.

Her eyes freely roam, taking the opportunity as she admires him like a work of art — he must've been sculpted to the gods — and she'd have to thank him afterwards for following such a strict gym schedule.

Because whatever he does, certainly works.

Her hands trace the outline of his chest — making sure to show the old wounds some love — leaning up to press her lips against every mark, every battle scar he's obtained.

To her it was beyond attractive.

His breathing immediately intensifies, panting heavily, guess someone is just as eager as she is.

"Y/N—"

"I love you."

His body tense above her.

"Tch, you idiot."

His hands move at an inhumane speed — not even giving her time to process — as he makes do of her top and bottoms.

Throwing them to the side with no care of where they'll end up.

"You can't say shit like that when i'm on the verge of fucking you senseless."

With ease, his own sweatpants come off soon after, discarded like nothing more than trash.

Her face feels like it's on fire, though no surprise there, he's always been so blunt.

"Katsuki—"

"Fucking lucky I've held back from doing all the shit I wanted to do to you."

His lips return to her once again.

The blonde begins mumbling incoherent words, which frankly go in one ear and out the other, I mean how can she focus when he's so close?

Though she picks up an occasional word or two.

"Damn you— always in my mind— making me fucking crazy—"

Her heart stammers at his confessions.

Or maybe because he bites down on her lip, making her gasp yet again.

But this time, inserting his tongue in her mouth with a groan.

They fight for dominance yet the victor is easily decided — he's unbelievably desperate — moving against hers with primal need.

She moans at the clashing of frenzied lips and tongue, her hands tugging at his hair as he grunts in response, his hands massaging her hips and thighs.

The room is suddenly so warm as they finally break apart for air — leaving the couple gasping and panting — a string of saliva connecting each other's lips.

A testimony to their lust filled exchange of passion.

"I love you."

She repeats.

He stares back at her — their gazes holding nothing but rare vulnerability, trust and love — and it was like the only thing that mattered was right here.

"Yeah?"

The blonde leans down, crimson eyes filled with open infatuation and something close to genuine worship.

The moonlight peeks through the curtains, casting upon them as their shadows join together, exploring the bare secrets of one another through desired touches and sentiment.

A step closer to eternal devotion.

"Then let me show you... just how much I love you."

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ᴀ/ɴ ||| i was flustered just writing this bc it's the most steamiest thing i ever wrote, um so like hi guys? kinda shy posting this ain't gonna lie... p.s i don't know if this is considered smut or not? so if i forgot to add any warnings at the beginning then lmk please 💗 p.s i didn't tag anyone in this fic bc some may not be comfortable with suggestive themes like this 🫶🏻 ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ||| katsuki bakugo x f!reader (fluff)

[kkusuka]

childhood friend touya! who would play the long game for you.

he can remember the day he first met you- the first day of second grade, your family had moved into the suburbs from some small town in the mountains- and he swears it was fate.

you adopt him as a friend two weeks later on the playground because he agreed to pretend to be a knight protecting you from bandits (your classmates) in the forest (the three trees next to the swing set). all he knows is that after that he made sure you always had a playmate.

then you're in junior high and he sits next to you in class. years of being friends leads him to notes in class, riddled with doodles drawn in glittery pens- even some horrid drawings of him that he kept in his bedside drawer. he even gives drawing a chance one day in math, you keep the doodle he draws (two details stick figures with your names beneath their feet) on your phone case until you drop your phone in a river on new years. you don't even tell him when it happens, too ashamed to have destroyed something so special to you. but it's all ok because he draws a new, more detailed, drawing of the two of you. you keep that one taped to your mirror.

then there was high school, you little friendship expanded, only slightly- but as far as touya was concerned, he was yours. it was a terrible revelation to have in the middle of an algebra test, especially when he has to see you in a gym uniform in less than 20 minutes. and it's even worse because he knows that other people know- his mom suddenly saying that sleepovers have to be in the living room instead of in his room, that tenko kid always joked about how touya looked like an idiot every time you walked by, and his goddamned sister. god fuyumi just knew things about him and he hated it.

and he hated you- he didn't, god he could never.  but it's easier to say that than whatever he did feel. and he acted like he hates you, for about two weeks, they you came to him long after school ended to ask if he didn't want to be friends anymore and that you understood if he didn't want to be around you anymore. and that was it.

touya didn't hate you, he made sure you knew that. but he was never going to tell you that he loved you. just having you near him was enough, he couldn’t risk losing what little of you he had.

then there was college, and that stupid fucking boyfriend. it didn't matter, if you wanted to date some freak loser who's majoring in accounting but failed calculus, and who gambles on every football game, and who drinks himself into oblivion three days a week then you could. as long as you would always help him dye his hair on the first saturday of the month or during you designated movie nights; as long as you were with him it didn't matter who else you had on the side.

you were his, no shitty boyfriend could take that away. and they hated that, every boyfriend you had over those four years and touya loved it. yeah, you do chose him every time, what were they gonna do about it?

he's the one you cling too when you get a little too drunk at a party, he's the one you call after class to complain about the guy who just needs to argue everything you say, he's the one you tell about how awful every other guy is in bed (god he wants to ask if you want him to show you what a real man is like in bed but even he can read a room). and he fucking revels in it.

and he continues to revel until you 'swear off boys' after graduation. it's probably the best day of his life up to date, beating out when he convinced you to share an apartment as you search for jobs. and touya knows he shot himself in the foot (more like the dick) with this move. he's known you since childhood, he knows everything there is to know about you- but he's never had to live with you.

he's never had to smell your perfume, or shampoo, or bodywash every second of the day before. he's used to being on facetime while you decide what to wear for the day, not you changing right in front of him. and by the time he gets back from the shop, you're already home and cooking dinner for the two of you (like you're his wife waiting for him to come home every night).

and he really tries to act normal about it, it would destroy him to ruin your friendship while you live together.

so he keeps up with movie night (and lets you cuddle into him for hours on end, then you'll ask him how the movie was and he won't know because all he could think about was not popping a boner) and going with you to the weekend markets (he hold your hand so you don't get swept away by the crowd, and when you want to sit down and eat he throws his arms over the back of your seat like a possessive boyfriend) and he lets you fall asleep in his bed after hours of talking (and he likes to pretend it's like this every night, you in his bed where he can just sit and enjoy how good he feels in your presence).

and he is content with it- if this is all of you that he'll ever have then he'll relish in every moment you give him.

but fuck, there's only so much a man in love can take.

you very rarely convince touya to go out with you and your friends, but when you do you go all out. you're in his favorite minidress- the blue and black one that hugs your waist and rides up your thighs and shows the curve of your ass- and you pick out an outfit for him that matches if he stands directly in the LED lights of the club.

by the third bar you end up at, he decides to hunker down in a booth and watch your drink as you move to the dancefloor. he likes watching you dance, swinging your hips and lip-syncing the lyrics to him from across the room, but it’s evident that he isn't the only one watching. it takes one fucking actually going up to you for touya's patience to snap.

neither of you are that drunk, so the tension in the back of the uber is palpable. his hands haven't left your body since he stormed down to the dancefloor.

once you're out of the car, you only get halfway through the door before he's peeling his shirt off and pulling the bottom of your dress. his body presses yours against the wood, "you think this shit is funny? making me watch a bunch of guys think they have a chance with you."

"touya, wha-" you barely get the words out as one hand moves between your thighs, pressing two fingers against your throbbing clit.

"here's what were gonna do. we're gonna walk over to my room and you're gonna take everything off and then im going to stick my tongue up your cunt, then i'm going to show you exactly what you've been missing when you were fooling around with pencil dicks."

[missdynamighttt]

thinking abt gym rat katsuki whos all tough and bad but hes SO FUCKING CLINGY LIKE 💔💔 he texts you “baby i just finished my work out im sooo sore i need a kiss” or if you’re also at the gym with him, he makes you pause your entire work out so he can hold onto you or watch you when hes doing his reps UGHHHHHHH

katsuki swears he's the toughest, most intimidating dude in the gym — all sharp glares and bulging muscles, sweat dripping down his abs as he absolutely thrives through his sets. everyone around him is too scared to even make eye contact.

but the second he's done? this man turns into the world's clingiest boyfriend.

if you’re not at the gym with him, you’re guaranteed to get a text like:

"baby i just finished my set im sooo sore"

"need a kiss or im gonna die"

like he wasn't the same man who was just benching insane weights with a terrifying scowl just minutes ago.

and if you're there with him? oh, forget about focusing. he’ll straight-up pause whatever you were doing just so he can latch onto you.

"oi, oi, stop that—" he grumbles, practically manhandling you away. "babe. babe. i'm dying. gimme a kiss. please. hurts so bad."

next thing you know, this big, sweaty man is hugging you like you’re his personal recovery method, arms wrapped tight around your waist with his face buried in your neck.

"katsuki, you literally just deadlifted 400 pounds—"

"yeah and now i’m weak as hell. baby, c'mon. fix me. kiss me."

and if you're doing your reps? ohhh no. he'll straight-up stop you. like, you're mid-set, doing squats or something, and suddenly he's behind you trying to get you to stop.

"baaabe... stop for a sec. needa hold you. missed you."

"katsuki, i’m in the middle of—"

"so? just like... five minutes. i'll spot you after, promise. just lemme have you right now."

and don’t even get started on when you’re using the treadmill or doing cardio. this man will plop himself on the bench in front of you, arms crossed, pouting like a child while he watches you. every few minutes he's like:

"babe. babe. you done yet?"

"katsuki, i have ten more minutes—"

"nooo... can't you like... cut it short or somethin'? wanna go home and cuddle."

and if you try to push through your workout without stopping? he gets dramatic.

"why’re you even workin' out so hard anyway?" he grumbles, draping himself over you between sets. "your body’s already perfect. s'no point when you’re already the hottest thing in this gym."

"oh my god, katsuki—"

"nah, nah, 'm serious. c’mon. just skip that and come home with me. my arms hurt. i need my girl."

the second you both step through your home, katsuki barely lets you put your gym bag down before he's on you.

his big, calloused hands grab your waist, pulling you flush against his still-sweaty, rock-hard body. his lips crash into yours — desperate, hungry — like he's been deprived of you for hours, not mere minutes.

"missed you," he mutters against your mouth, his voice thick with need. "fuckin' missed you the whole time. couldn’t even focus right."

"katsuki," you breathe, trying to catch up with his fervor. "we were literally just together."

"don’t care," he growls, hoisting you up effortlessly. your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he carries you toward the bedroom like you weigh nothing.

he's on you like a man starved — like he’s convinced the only thing that’ll mend his sore muscles and aching body is you. his mouth is back on your throat, kissing, biting, groaning against your skin as his hands roam your body like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

"fuck, baby," he growls, voice heavy with lust. "you’re so fuckin' pretty. prettiest girl in the whole goddamn world, y'know that?"

his rough, calloused fingers glide down your stomach, over the curve of your waist, his touch lingering. "look at you. my perfect fuckin' girl."

your head spins at his words, and when his mouth finds your chest, he bites down gently on your nipple, groaning at the way your back arches for him.

by the time he lays you down, he's already tugging at your gym shorts. "need you," he groans, his teeth scraping against your jaw. "need my girl. fuckin' hurtin' without you."

you can’t help but laugh breathlessly. "you're acting like you’re about to die—"

"'cause i am," he insists, yanking your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. "s'posed to be recoverin', damn it. how'm i gonna do that without my girl takin' care of me?"

his gaze drops to your cunny, pupils filled with want. his hands squeeze your thighs as he spreads you open, his mouth watering at the sight of your slickness.

"goddamn," he swears, his voice cracked with need. "look at this perfect little pussy. drippin' f'me already. so fuckin' pretty down here too, baby."

then, his mouth is on you, hot, wet, and starving. his tongue flicks over your clit, drawing a shocked moan from your throat. his strong hands pin your thighs apart, keeping you helpless against his relentless attention.

"fuck, baby," he groans, voice muffled as he buries himself between your legs. "missed this. missed how you taste. god, you're perfect."

your back arches as his tongue moves with purpose, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quick, needy sucks. he’s not just eating you out — he’s devouring you, like your pleasure is the only thing that'll bring him back to life. every time you squirm or try to pull away, his grip tightens.

his tongue drags up your slit, slow and deliberate, before he sucks your clit into his mouth hard enough to make you cry out.

"there it is," he groans, voice wrecked. "there’s my pretty girl’s voice. fuckin’ love how you sound for me, baby."

your fingers claw at his hair, but he doesn’t let up.

"taste so good, baby. fuck. can’t get enough of you," he’s moaning like he’s the one being pleasured, rutting his hips against the mattress as he devours you. "this sweet little pussy’s all mine, yeah? s'only ever gonna be mine."

"katsuki—" you gasp, already teetering on the edge.

his tongue flicks faster, his grip on your thighs bruising as he practically pulls you into his mouth. "yeah, baby, c'mon. cum f'me. wanna feel you drench my fuckin' face. wanna taste my pretty girl's cum so bad."

and when you finally came — gasping his name, legs trembling — he didn't stop. if anything, he gets more desperate, lapping up every bit of you like a man starved. "fuuuck, yeah—there's my girl. goddamn, baby, you cum so pretty f'me."

but even as you tremble, he doesn’t stop. his tongue keeps working you through your high, licking up every bit of you like he’s trying to consume you whole.

he's crawling up your body, kissing you breathless with your own taste on his tongue.

"gonna make you cum on my cock next, baby. then i'll be all better, swear it," he rasps, his voice strained with need. "ain't done worshippin' you yet. lemme take care of you, yeah?”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ lmao sorry, exam season and shit, hope you guys enjoy clingy (and a lil ooc) katsuki<33 will work on the 4k special soon!!

[sugarwarachan]

hot for teacher

chapter two previous

pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader

synopsis: You’re not expecting your day to fall to pieces at 8:21 a.m., but life hasn’t really been going your way lately. A string of lackluster dates, followed by two dead vibrators (with missing cords!), and the only outlet left for your mounting sexual frustration—the smut blog you diligently update—has been discovered by the one person you never wanted to find it: fellow teacher Shouta Aizawa. Who might just be the inspiration behind most of the fantasies you post about.

chapter cws: phone sex -> video call sex, soft dom aizawa being soft as hell, reader being vulnerable on main and hating it, gratuitous use of pet names, dirty talk, praise kink on crack, D/s vibes but never explicitly said, he talks you through it, reader referred to as girl once

word count: 2.2k

aizawa: You’re a good writer.

aizawa: This is Shouta, by the way. Shouta Aizawa, I mean. I suppose I should have started with that.

The compliment cracks your face into a wide, goofy grin that the rest of his texts only magnifies. He's a little clumsy with this form of media, and the thought softens the edge of anxiety.

You still can't wrap your head around the fact that Shouta fucking Aizawa not only found your blog, but was actually maybe into it?

You’ve mostly known him on the periphery, a part of the school’s landscape but never someone you felt comfortable becoming casual friends with. A crush of your magnitude already made talking to him difficult enough.

Which is probably best to not remind yourself of that fact before doing whatever the fuck it is you're doing with Aizawa.

The memory of fingers rubbing circles into your palm pops into your head. His touch had instantly calmed the riot of thoughts in your head.

You stare down at your phone. Thank you is not enough to say, and yet you have no idea what else to add. You shake your head. You’re a grown adult, for fuck’s sake. Surely you can respond to a text message.

aizawa: Can I call you?

You throw your phone across your bed. One of your cats, Bao Bao, raises his head to glare at you.

"Sorry, baby." You offer conciliatory scritches. He consents while your phone buzzes from the corner of the bed.

You pick it up with far more trepidation than necessary.

"Hi." You voices sounds wild to you, all high pitched and breathy with your heart thundering so hard in your ears you barely hear him say hello back. "How are you?"

You punch a fist into the bed sheets. How are you? Fucking seriously?

"Good. Are you nervous?"

You can't help but sigh. Clocked it in one. "Unbelievably."

A pause.

"Because it's me?"

"No, it's not that." You bite your lip. "I've just..."

It’s not like you’re inexperienced. You’ve fucked plenty of guys, but never really quite enjoyed having sex with any of them, which led to you churning out fantasies online.

"I've never really done any of the things I actually like with the people I've slept with. I guess I'm worried I'll be...bad, or something."

"Do you often think about your partner's experience over your own?"

This conversation is sounding more like a clinical psychologist appointment then a get-to-know-your-fuck-buddy chat.

A horrible thought occurs to you.

What if you're some kind of experiment to him? A curiosity? Rumi might know him from his college days and vouch for him, but you don't know shit about the guy.

"You know I can hear your brain whirring through the phone?"

"Fuck." You exhale out a laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm just finally realizing that I don't actually know what your intentions are. And men tend to be..."

"Manipulative pieces of shit?" he offers.

"Yeah. Something like that."

"I'm sorry. My 20 questions routine probably isn't helping."

You smile softly. "That and my anxiety. Always pushing forward the worst possible thought with little to no evidence. You're right, though. I'm usually in my head when I'm with someone. Can never get out of it long enough to actually enjoy myself."

He hums, considering. "What would help you not think so much?"

"Talking usually helps. I have a thing for nice voices."

"Do you like mine?" You swear you hear a touch of apprehension in his tone.

"Yeah," you say. "It's deep and kind of... I don't know, rumbley?"

"Rumbley," he repeats, chuckling. "I've never heard that before."

"It's a good thing, I swear."

"As long as you like it."

You have to strongly fight the desire to kick your feet up and down.

Keep it together.

Aizawa starts to speak again. "I know this is just words right now, but I want you to feel comfortable enough with me so you can tell me what you like and don't like."

Your stomach swoops at the calm intent.

"Right. I - " You swallow. "I want that, too."

"Good." The single word dries your mouth up. “Do you like to be called anything specific?"

An image of Aizawa's hand collaring your throat flashes through your head, his mouth an inch away from your ear as he tells you to behave—

"Isn’t this, I dunno, boring to you?" You toss the question out in a pitiful attempt at deflection. This conversation is already too honest, too real, too close to exposing who you are to another person.

He pauses. “Why would this be boring to me?”

"You know. We’re not doing the typical phone sex stuff. We’re just…talking."

"And you don't think that's enough to interest me?"

It never has been before.

You shut out the pitiful answer.

"Sorry. In my head again."

He's quiet for a moment.

"You’re telling me you’re not wet just thinking about the things I want to call you when we’re together?"

Your whole body flashes hot.

"I mean—"

"Tell the truth, sweetheart."

It’s impossible not to be, you realize; just from his voice alone, your panties are already damp and sticky with your arousal.

"Yes," you admit, and you wish you could see the look on his face when he lets out a gentle groan.

"I don’t care what phone sex is supposed to be like, I just want it to be what we like."

Oh god, you weren’t counting on Shouta Aizawa being sweet.

"That was one," you say, cheeks on fire. How is this both the tamest and sexiest conversation you’ve ever had? "I like being called sweetheart. But only, like, if I’ve been good."

Admitting this makes you feel off-kilter. You’ve never had such a frank discussion about what you like in bed, but talking to him feels safe, easy, even if your whole body aches, demanding to be touched.

"Oh?" His voice shifts, a deeper register making that single sound strike deep in your gut. "And what do you like to be called when you’ve been bad?"

You’re pretty positive that if Aizawa called you his little whore you’d detonate on the spot.

"You must have—"

"I know what you’ve written. I want to know what you like."

There's a bite in his tone you recognize, a struggle to keep himself quiet.

"Are you hard?" you blurt out.

His chuckle is strained. "Have been this entire time. And you called our conversation boring."

You grin at the teasing. "Can I see?"

You want to, suddenly, with a desperation that knocks you flat. If he were here, you're pretty sure you'd fucking crawl on your knees to get to him.

"Tell me what you like to be called, and I'll consider it."

You tell him instantly. "Slut, whore, brat. You could probably call me your little bitch and I’d like it."

"Fuck." He sounds wrecked. "Are you touching yourself, sweetheart?"

The pet name washes over you like sunshine.

"Umm. No, actually. I was..."

Waiting for your permission.

You handed him the reins a while ago, you realize, as soon as you obeyed his command to tell the truth.

"What are you wearing?"

Your thoughts stumble.

"The truth, y/n." His voice is so low now it's almost a growl. "I don't give a fuck if you're in a teddy or a trash bag, I just need to know how to get you naked the fastest."

"A t-shirt and panties," you breathe out. Arousal makes your skin tingle and pulse, every intonation of his voice drawing you closer to the edge. Rubbing your thighs together does nothing to ease the ache.

"Shit. You probably look so fucking cute in your bed right now." You hear him grunt and then a drawer shut. Thinking about Aizawa slicking up his hands and fucking his fist drives another thrum of desire through you. "Spread your legs apart, baby, pretend I'm right in front of you. Can you do that?"

You can barely breathe you're so turned on. "Yes, I can do that."

"Good girl. Now pull your panties to the side. Tell me how wet you are."

Just the caress of your fingers on your hips and inner thigh is enough to make you tremble. A light buzzing fills your ears and the world drops away to just your fingertips gathering the slick at your entrance. You graze your clit and gasp.

"I'm - " You suck in a breath, trying to articulate the words. "I don't think I've ever been this wet. Fuck, you're not even here and I'm practically soaking through my fucking sheets."

A second later, a video notification comes through.

You answer and Aizawa's face appears, his stubble heavier than normal, eyes hungry.

"Knew you'd look fucking beautiful like this," he says before you have time to speak. His eyes rove over your face like he's mapping it.

You wriggle under the compliment, under the implication—had he thought of you, too, before the blog?

"You look so good," is the only thing you can think to say, but Aizawa doesn't seem to mind. His eyes crinkle into a small smile. It's one you almost wish you hadn't seen, its sincerity something so rarely turned toward you it nearly stings.

"Thanks, honey."

Oh, you're never coming back from this.

"You still want to see?"

Really, truly, never coming back after Aizawa pans down his stomach, passing over a dark happy trail that makes your mouth water, and angles his phone over his cock.

Your pussy clenches around nothing.

"ohmygodyou'rebig," comes out in one long rush.

His head falls back against his headboard. He sucks in a breath and you watch, mesmerized, as he starts stroking his shaft slowly. He squeezes and twists the head, a little bit more pre-cum glistening at the tip.

"You've gotta stop lookin' at it like that, sweetheart, or I'll cum like a fucking teenager." Pride washes over you at how destroyed he sounds. It's like he would push himself through the phone if it were possible. "You have something there that will make you cum fast? I'm barely holding on and I want to finish with you."

You fumble for your rose, a thought occurring to you. Normally, you'd be too embarrassed to even suggest it, but you want to with Aizawa.

"Do you want to see me?"

The sound he makes is pornographic. You bite your lip, twisting your inner thighs together.

"Yes. God yes, I want to see you."

"I know you said you wanted me naked earlier, but maybe I can leave my shirt on?"

He nods. "Yeah, baby, let's do that. It's not like I don't want to see all of you. I just—"

"Want to save some things for next time?" you supply.

"Yeah." That soft smile again, the one that feels like your heart's being set on fire. "Exactly."

You do the same general pass over your body that Aizawa did, tracing over your waist and hips, encouraged by the way his eyes drink in every inch of exposed skin. Before you turn the rose on, you sink two fingers into your pussy and slide back out, slick webbing in between your fingers.

"Jesus, you're soaking wet." You can hear the lewd squelch of his hand along his dick and the moan you let out rivals his from earlier. You're shaking you're so turned on. "Turn your rose on, sweetheart, and then come back to me. I want to see you when you fall apart."

The toy suctions against your clit. A whimper falls from your mouth, and then several more, as Aizawa's voice washes over you. You lose track of how many times he tells you how good you're doing for him, how beautiful you look, but it feels like only seconds later that you're cresting toward your peak.

"Shouta," you breathe out, gasping for breath. His eyes are fixed on you, something unnameable in his gaze. "Please please please—"

"Cum, sweetheart," he says, and your eyes fall shut, voice keening into a wail as you thrash on your bed in the fiercest orgasm you've ever had. "That's my girl, showing me how much she wants me there stuff her full. Fucking perfect, so fucking perfect—"

Through the haze of orgasm, you barely register Aizawa's own orgasm, your own name echoing in your head as he finds his release.

"That was..." you trail off. You have no idea how to describe what that was besides life-changing, but that feels a little too intense to say.

"Amazing," he finishes. "Absolutely amazing. You were incredible."

You're pretty sure your body temperature could set your bed on fire you're so pleased by the compliment.

"You know you're cute when you're embarrassed," he teases.

You groan. "Your pillow talk needs work."

You were joking, but his face turns serious. "Got it. You were okay the whole time?"

A smile takes over your face before you can stop it. "Yeah. I was great. The whole time."

"Good."

You both don't say anything, and then you realize you're just staring at him, and the comfort is starting to make your skin itch. You aren't used to this.

"I should go to bed." The time on your bedside nightstand reads 1:03 a.m. "You too if we're going to get all the exams graded before break."

"Right. Good night, sweetheart."

You fall into sleep after the call clicks off, a trace of a smile on your lips.

You don't see the email come through.

SL: TIME SENSITIVE: SPRING BREAK - DEBATE TEAM COMPETITION - CHAPERONES NEEDED

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(･ω･)つandy's notes: another outrageously self-indulgent chapter that i had SO MUCH fun writing and I really hope you all enjoy it, too!! the posting schedule is Mon/Fri, hope u follow along! <3

ALSO ALERT ALERT AIZAWA POV NEXT WEEK

[nakidoriii]

this is why I started writing the most vile smut

When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

[floralbabez]

Heyy would you able to write a yn x katsuki smut fic where yn is very tall( I never see people inserting tall reader and I'm 6ft myself so it's hard out here😫🙏🏻) maybe stuff about him comforting her about her feeling insecure that she's too tall. Let ur imagination run wild idm. Thank you luv if u do decide to write this prompt 💗

OF COUUURRRSEEEEE!! i love a tall baddie😝

I hope you like it hun!🩷🌸

“Too Tall? Not for Me.”

Katsuki Bakugou x Tall!Reader | smut/comfort

MDNI (18+)

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The club was loud, filled with the pulsing bass of music and the hum of conversation. You weren’t even sure why you agreed to come out tonight—maybe because Mina had insisted, claiming you needed to “stop sulking and have some fun.” But you already knew how nights like this went.

You stood near the bar, shifting uncomfortably in your heels, which only made you taller. At six feet, you were already taller than most girls, but the added height had every guy looking at you like you were some kind of battle ready pro hero.

You were used to it—the lingering stares, the hesitant glances from men too insecure to approach you. And even when they did, the comments were always the same. Damn, you’re tall. Do you only date guys taller than you? Or worse, I like petite girls, but you’re kind of intimidating.

It never used to bother you as much as it did now. But after years of feeling out of place, the insecurities had settled deep in your bones.

And then, there was him.

Katsuki Bakugou, standing a few feet away, talking with Kirishima and Denki. He was clad in a tight black tee that clung to his muscles, his hands stuffed into his jeans as he sipped at a drink. His crimson eyes flickered over to you, sharp and assessing.

You quickly looked away, heart pounding. Bakugou had never treated you differently because of your height. In fact, he’d always been normal about it—never bringing it up, never making a big deal out of it, the two of you had gotten a lot closer this year.

But that didn’t mean anything, that didn’t mean he was into girls like you.

So, when you felt a presence settle beside you, warm and solid, you stiffened.

“The fuck you doin’ all the way over here?” His voice was rough, teasing, a little loud to be heard over the music but there was something softer beneath it.

Your lips pressed into a thin line. “Not in the mood for being stared at.”

Bakugou’s gaze flicked around the room, his expression darkening as he got closer to your ear so you could hear him better. “Who the hell is staring at you?”

You let out a dry laugh. “No one right now, but you know how it is. I don’t exactly blend in.”

He studied you for a long moment before clicking his tongue. “Who gives a shit?”

You sighed looking at him once a few inches away from each other’s face. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who gets treated like a goddamn skyscraper.”

Bakugou tilted his head slightly, his gaze unreadable. Then, without warning, he leaned in again, his lips brushing just beside your ear.

“Good,” he murmured. “Makes it easier for me to find you.”

Your breath hitched.

He pulled back, his smirk lazy and full of mischief. “Come on. Let’s get outta here this place is fuckin lame anyways”.

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You barely made it inside his apartment before his hands were on you, rough and needy.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, pressing you against the door. His palms slid up your sides, over the curve of your waist, squeezing possessively. “Bet you don’t even know how fuckin’ hot you are.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

Bakugou growled, nipping at your neck. “Shut up with that shit.” His hands moved lower, gripping your thighs. “Wrap ‘em around me.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Katsuki, I’m too—”

“Too what?” His gaze darkened. “Too tall? Too strong? Too fuckin’ perfect?” He tightened his grip. “Let me make somethin’ real clear, princess—I don’t give a fuck about any of that.”

You swallowed hard, heat pooling in your stomach.

“Now,” he rasped, lifting you with ease, “be a good girl and let me fuckin’ take care of you.”

And who were you to argue with that?

[raylynnn]

“𝕎𝕠𝕒𝕙..𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥..?”

𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Summary: you had basically forced Bakugo out with his friends who invited him for drinks, but all katsuki wanted to do was stay home with you. But he ended up going with his friends (Kirishima, sero, and Kami) when Bakugo went to pay he dropped his wallet on the table by accident and kirishima ends up finding something very unlike the blonde boy at the other end of the table in his wallet.

AN: smut implied but no actual sex, and other characters are in this as well! this is just a small Drabble, I’ve had writers block for a min so I have so many ideas just havnt gotten to writing anyway here’s more Katsuki for y’all🤍

He would not stop texting you.

“This is boring.”

“Miss you.”

“Can I come home yet?”

God he was such a sap for you really. All he wanted was his pretty girlfriend snuggled up by him. But yet he was stuck with these morons. He loves them don’t get him wrong not like he’d ever say it but he genuinely is probably having a good time but he still misses his gorgeous girl.

“I’m finna head back.” The blonde said as he put his coat on. “Already?” Said sero. The blonde chuckled slightly before nodding. Kirishima chipped in “well to be honest he stayed longer than an hour so that’s something” he said grinning slightly as he took another swig of his beer. Mani and sero laughed before also starting to clean up. “Yeah honestly, it’s getting pretty late I better get going” said kami.

They all started getting there stuff together and the waiter left their bills on the table as they all pulled out there cards. Katsuki went to pull out his wallet when his hand slipped and his wallet fumbled out of his hands. “Shit” he muttered. He would of been more urgent if he had remembered what he had placed in his wallet a few months ago. “Oh here you go man-“ the red head said as he opened bakugos wallet to pull out his card to place it on the check but before he could his eyes widened as the picture in the clear right side.

Bakugo raised a brow before he caught on. His face went red, his hands got clammy, and all of sudden he was frozen. “S-shit..” he said snatching the wallet from Kiri. “Dude..I’m so sorry I- I would of never..” Bakugo knew that was true Kiri would of never done that on purpose so the blonde wasn’t mad just upset because he felt like he betrayed your trust. “What? What was it?!?” Kami asked feeling left out. The redhead and the blonde both looked very red and sero soon caught on before busting into laughter.

“No shot!” Sero said as he snatched the wallet. His eyes went wide as Bakugo knew it was too late before he cupped his head in his hands. “Holy fuck-“ said Kami and sero. Sero handed back the wallet before laughing again. “It’s not funny..” Bakugo muttered his voice Horace with embarrassment.

The picture. It was a picture of you in a tiny black bikini at the beach. Your jaw was in his grip in the photo as he took it from above. God you guys had so much fun that day. The two of fucked on the beach. It was amazing. It was sunset, no one was there. Thank god. And it was amazing. In the picture you were looking up at him, as hickeys and marks covered your neck not to mention your damp hair and blown pupils. They all knew how fucked out you were just from that picture. You had this stupid goofy grin and a obvious sex glow. They all kinda laughed before saying there goodbyes.

Finally katsuki got to get home to see his pretty girl. “Hey baby you have fun..” all this memory’s seem to rush back to katsuki and his dick. “Fuck not as much fun as we’re bout to have…” he growled. The two of you recreated that photo that night.

AN: tysm for all the love on my last post I was not expecting all that!! Ty and requests are always open! Thank you guys💗

[kissandtellus]

Could you write something with brat tamer zayne and sylus please? 🥹

Brat Tamer: Zayne & Sylus

Warnings: Smut, spanking, punishment, mention of small wound, collar and leash.

Zayne~

“Did I say you could look at me?” Oh. Y/n KNOWS she’s in trouble. As if being bent over Zayne’s lap, his white lab coat still over his shoulders and his large hand punishing her cheeks wasn’t enough of a clue.

She just wanted to give him those big and wide puppy eyes. But even that was beyond how much she acted up today.

It had all started with simply refusing to eat the nutritious breakfast he cooked for her. His hours with her were already short, but she decided to just have a piece of toast, because she was busy. Even though he said he could pack it up for her.

Okay, fine. He could let that slide.

But then it came time for his break. The two always met up at the Akso Hospital garden. But she had sent him a quick text right as he found a comfortable bench.

“Sorry. Can’t make it. Xavier asked me to spar with him. See you at home!” She ended it with a cute little snowman emoji.

Okay, fine. Having good connections with coworkers was important.

The last straw came in the form of her refusing to talk to him after her hard work day. She had clammed up, and would turn her head aside at dinner whenever he questioned her.

“No. Use your words, Y/n. I am not doing this with you.” Uh oh. Y/n knew that tone of voice.

But still she insisted on keeping her mouth sealed.

“It’s nothing, alright? Just drop it.” That did it. Zayne dropped his fork onto his plate, standing up as he carefully wiped his mouth with his napkin.

“Bedroom. Now.”

And the rest was history. Her poor little ass cheeks were a rosy red. Zayne had his fingers hooked in her waist band of her panties to pull them flush between her cheeks so the outline of her drooling lips were visible

Every 3 spanks was then accompanied by his fingers sliding over the outline of her clit through the soaked fabric. Y/n was sniffling and sobbing, squirming from the overstimulation. Zayne’s face was expressionless when she started to beg.

“Z-Zayne!”

“Wrong.” He pinched her swollen pearl between his index and thumb.

“D-Dr. Zayne!” She corrected herself immediately. “I’m gonna cum Gonnacumgonnacum!”

“No.” He pulled his hand away completely and released her soaked underwear. The fabric clung to her sticky folds and she actually cried as the heat in her stomach raged on. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The kiss to the back of her head was nearly ice cold.

Oh she couldn’t hate but to love him.

Sylus~

Sylus was a man that always had a schedule. A strict schedule.

Most of that schedule including Y/n. His sweet Kitten who could do no wrong in his eyes-

“Present.” He nearly purred to the woman at his feet on the plush, faux bear rug. The pretty red collar around her neck jingled as she crawled with her back to him, breast against the rug and ass arched deliciously so.

Sylus hummed, taking a sip from his wine cup. “Already wet? Are you wet because you disobeyed me? Or maybe because you enjoy putting your life in danger?”

It was neither of those, not really.

Sylus would have taken the bullet if she didn’t intervene. The target was a lot more slippery than Y/n anticipated.

Sylus stared down at her bandage wrapped arm and his heart throbbed. He’d carried her to his car and stayed silent, aside from his one hand pressing on her bicep to keep the wound from gushing blood.

But now she was at his home, his domain. He stood silently from his seat and kneeled down next to her.

She was stripped naked aside from the collar and chain. He grabbed the leather handle and-

“Bad kitten.” The handle came down right across her aching cunt. She gasped out loud, body lurching forward. But Sylus hooked two fingers in her collar to keep her still.

“No. You are going to learn to follow my orders. Ass up, Kitten. Let me see how disgusting you are.”

Y/n lost count of how many swats her pretty pussy took but all she knew was the bear rug was ruined by her dripping juices.

“Clean it up. Mouth only. Then I’m cleaning that wound and we are going to bed.”

Maybe she should’ve let him take the stupid bullet.