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Honestly as a BNHA lover since the beginning, watching these two come from being considered a rare pair to basically a crack ship to THIS is everything and more.
this is such a beautiful development, nobody can say otherwise.
reunion after bakugo had tp spend a month in a specialized rehab clinic a few hours away
needy ☆ ( prohero!katsuki x fem!reader ) mdni | 18+ — katsuki's kink is probably you asking for it; katsuki has a filthy mouth im sorryyy 1.7k
You're usually not the first to initiate this. Sex. Katsuki doesn't worry about failing to get what he wants, not like how you are right now. He's vociferous — "Can I fuck you, baby?" and you'd melt against him so easily because you fell for Bakugou Katsuki for that reason.
You can't do that. You don't know how to approach him with the same effortlessness and not get swallowed up whole by the urge to flee before you can even get a word out. It's not for the fear of rejection but for how bare you'd be asking for it. Sex.
Katsuki, of course, notices your restlessness for the entire evening. He doesn't say anything about it at first, not even while you eat together and you can't seem to meet him in the eyes, or how you don't join him in the shower unlike always, or even how you sit on the edge of the bed like there's steam blowing out your ears.
"Spit it out," Katsuki says, his back pressed against the headboard. "Look at me."
You clutch at your chest, bringing attention to the unsteady thumping of your heartbeat. You rip your gaze off the floor and instead gravitate to Katsuki's biceps bulging from the press against his chest.
You swallow a pathetic noise, reminded of what exactly you've been needing from your boyfriend.
You tear your eyes away from his arms and meet an arched, pale eyebrow. Assessing. How is this so hard? You can't even bring yourself to choke out a "pleasefuckme" because Katsuki makes you feel like some freshman asking for some hand-holding in the hallway.
It's embarrassing to be years in a relationship with Katsuki, but you're so attracted to him that asking to be fucked feels the same as asking him out.
It's Katsuki's expression that cracks the fragile atmosphere. He has his brows pinched in a crease that wrinkles his forehead. His face doesn't betray anything else, but you're well-versed in Katsuki to understand that he is just as nervous as you are. Anxious.
"It's nothing bad," you assure him, guilt aching in your chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you."
Katsuki eases just an inch. He clicks his tongue and looks away. "Could've sworn otherwise."
As terrible as that sounds, how Katsuki is just as affected as you are invertedly calms you down. Whatever happens, you know Katsuki will be honest with you.
Clinging onto the last shred of your dignity, you crawl over pillows and settle on Katsuki's lap. Hovering.
His confusion overtakes his worry, hands instinctively reaching out to your waist. "What—"
"Katsuki," you begin, and his breathing halts in anticipation. Tentatively, barely there, you roll your hips over his, fluttering in delight when his cock swells with growing interest, and you can feel it, right there, separated by layers—
"Fuck," he hisses through his teeth, heated hands moving to your ass. "You..."
"Please," it tumbles out your mouth so nicely. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately." Shame burns on your cheeks, watching as his dick stirs. Intrigued. "And you haven't been — giving it. Lately."
"That what it is?" he asks quietly, almost in disbelief. "Needed me to fill you up?"
There's no better way to say it.
When you look up from where you two meet, Katsuki's pupils have dilated so wide that there's barely a trace of red. It speaks of a promise: I'll give it to you. Air closes around your throat, thighs twitching. He feels it, too.
"Been hurtin', weren't you?" he says, sounding untamed as he breathes it over your ear, inciting a full-body shiver. "Been needin' it bad? M'sorry. Didn't mean to neglect you, sweetheart."
"Katsuki," you gasp brokenly.
"Mm." He kisses your jaw, sucks on it, hands catching on the drawstring of your sweatpants, pulls on it. You lift your thighs. Soon enough, you're fully bare waist-down. "So fuckin' hot, asking for me to fuck you like that. Shit, I'm gonna be dreamin' about that for months."
He proves his interest by grinding up your thigh. You whine, feeling it from the back of your throat. You need him so badly. You barely notice that you're still rubbing yourself against him until there's a wet patch over his sweatpants.
"Hold still, sweetheart."
Katsuki dips a finger where you're unsurprisingly wet. He rubs where he knows you're sensitive the most, the slick of your arousal making the friction so good. Your back arches and Katsuki's cooing, coaxing each noise out with his fingers and the filth from his mouth.
"You're already wet," he says, pupils as dark as his voice.
"Don't tease," you manage to choke out, gripping the front of his shirt. "I already — ah — prepped myself. I needed you to fuck me last week."
Katsuki stills, his eyes flicking from your cunt to your needy expression, then curses under his breath.
"Fuck, fuck," he says. "Fuck you. You have no idea how hard it'll be to go out on patrol when I'm thinkin' about you talkin' dirty like that."
Embarrassment floods your entire body. "Don't say it like that, asshole. And focus on your patrol! Don't let your dick distract you from the villains!"
Katsuki shuts you up by sliding the roughness of his palm over your heat, pulling a whimper that makes him grin. "They're the distraction. Never you. Thinkin' about you all the time — this, all the time."
"Pervert," you say, but you're moving your hips along his hand.
Katsuki laughs once, pulling you off his hips, only for him to pull his sweatpants down by his knees. "Who was the one beggin' for it?"
You can't bring yourself to think of something witty. The sight of him hard in front of you has you robbed of incoherent thought.
Katsuki knows it. He's seen that look on your face time and time again — know only he can do that to you. "Let me make it up to you, yeah? Let me fill you up the way you'd been cravin'."
He's so embarrassing with that mouth. It's a wonder why you're whining louder, getting wetter.
"You want it," Katsuki says, leaning back against the headboard. "Baby, you wanted this, didn't you? Take what you want from me."
You may be the one on top of him, but you've never felt all the more embarrassed, giving him a full view of how wet you are for him just by thinking about it. It drips. Yet you find yourself too needy to complain, not wanting to waste the opportunity he's giving.
"Okay," you say, lifting your hips up enough for him to watch yourself lining up above him.
And does he watch, eyes wild. You may be the one to initiate this, but he's the one looking desperate for it. Like he can't bring himself to wait a second longer before burying himself in you. He's big. You might've stretched yourself open, yet it'd take a while for you to accommodate his size again after days without it. So you only take him in inch by inch, impressed by how Katsuki screws his eyes shut, keeping himself from moving.
"Fuck," you both say in tandem.
You shudder, feeling so full in a way you've been itching for. You can barely resist your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel him twitch inside you. Katsuki's not fairing any better, fingers digging in your hips, some noise close to a whine by the back of his throat. The thought of him leaving marks when you've been so bare of it for too long has you clenching around him. He groans, unable to help himself from thrusting up. You share a gasp.
You tremble, feeling boneless and restless simultaneously. "Katsuki. Katsuki—”
You're not entirely sure what you're trying to say, only that Katsuki understands.
"I know," he says, sounding just as winded. "Wanted it, too, you don't even know."
At his muttering, you find yourself fucking against him, chasing the pleasure his words are giving you. You missed this badly. Nights when he had evening patrol and you were achingly empty were the worst; you couldn't complain, but you've wanted to hide Katsuki from the world and keep him to you for too long. Your wrists ache at the reminder — they were never as good as this.
Your answering moan is loud in your mouth, hips gaining speed. He reaches far deeper than you can even try. He knows it.
"Yeah? Your fingers not enough, ain't it?" Katsuki says, rolling his hips up when you slam down, gaze hot as you tremble above him. "Look at you, baby. So wet and hot. You're making a mess. Needed it that bad?"
"Yes. Please, please," you can only say. You feel yourself losing strength as your climax slowly reaches for you.
"Fuck," he exhales, and thankfully uses those years of upper body strength training to help you ride him — where it nearly feels as if you're barely exerting any effort. Sweat trails down his jaw, his eyes ravaging the sight of you swallowing him up every thrust. "You — needed me to fill you up like this, huh?"
"Katsuki, I—” You want to look away, shame filling your insides. It's unfair that Katsuki is so attractive that just looking at him makes you surrender so easily. "I think I'm close. Katsuki, I can't—"
"Hah," Katsuki twitches, breath seizing. "Yeah? You gonna give it t'me, baby? Come on. Know you can. Show me how good I make you feel."
Tears well up in your eyes. This position has him reaching so deep inside that after this, you know you'll miss how you can feel him in there, like he's branding himself in your body, staking a claim where no one else can see. But they'd know. On the bruises on your hips, the marks all over your neck, how you're chanting Katsuki's name and—
Katsuki kisses you deeply when you spill, his own release following along like just seeing you gets him every time. You moan fully in his mouth, always surrendering.
"Thank you," you sigh against him.
Katsuki snorts, massaging shapes into the sides of your hips. "You know I'll always want it more than you. Don't gotta thank me for that."
late evenings ☆ ( prohero!katsuki x reader ) mdni | suggestive
Your ears ring from the absence of noise as you shut your room door behind you. The static buzz of the electric fan is barely a reprieve — it's pin-silent and unnerving, bereft of light and life.
"C'mere," a voice rasps out, shattering the quiet.
Instantly, your nerves settle at the familiarity of your boyfriend's timbre. Your eyes are still straining in the unilluminated room, but with the slivers of dappled moonlight, it's easier to piece in how Katsuki is taking up the room. On your bed for two.
It's cold as you breeze to him, your skin still quivering from that fresh shower, smelling of Katsuki's shampoo and your favorite body scrub. But it's warmer as you snuggle up to him on the sheets, his arms swiftly pulling you closer by the waist. Every tension you've been keeping wounded tight releases all at once. Katsuki's leg throws itself over your hip like you're a walking body pillow.
"You're late," he says.
"I have a curfew?"
"Idiot." Katsuki still looks displeased. "Did you even eat?"
You nose his collar, smiling in that secret giddy way whenever Katsuki makes you feel so warm and cared for. "Mm. Saw the plate you prepared for me. Little cold."
Katsuki flicks at the exposed skin by your hip. "Don't complain. Your fault for working overtime."
"Missed you, too, Katsuki," you say with great forbearance, languidly pushing off just enough to catch his expression.
In the filtered light, you can make out how Katsuki's still got that cute scrunch of pale brows. His eyes are stark red, watching. You wait patiently — he looks like that when he wants something.
A shiver lances up your spine as Katsuki's fingers brush over the nape of your neck. His skin there is cold from the chill of your legs and the room, compared to the heat that's rushed to your face and everywhere around it whenever you're around Katsuki.
"Cold," you say, wincing away.
Katsuki keeps you still. "Warm it up then."
He really did miss you. It's just his dick seems to have missed you more. "…You want to have sex right now?"
Katsuki's head dips in a single nod. To prove his eagerness, he brushes his hip over your leg, where you feel his hardness under his sweatpants like a brick of heat. You swallow in nothing in particular, knowing firsthand how he can do you so well, but sleep is already clawing at you.
"Let's just do it tomorrow," you say, unable to hide your amused smile. "My legs are already sore, Katsuki!"
Katsuki groans in frustration, though his face portrays a kicked puppy more than anything. "Fine," he snarls. "Not tonight. Just ignore my dick suffocating down there, I guess."
"Kinda hard when it's so big."
You laugh when you feel it twitch against your thigh. Katsuki swallows the sound up with a searing kiss in retaliation, and your giggles melt easily into sounds of pleasure. Katsuki's cold hands travel up your spine, but they don't do anything else, warming itself up on the blossoming warmth there.
Katsuki breaks away, muttering, "Don't complain when I wake you up."
"What? To you humping me like a dog?" You kiss his scrunched nose. "Tomorrow; it'll feel so much better tomorrow. I’ll make you feel good."
Katsuki jerks away. "Fuck you, stop saying sexy shit!"
A laugh bubbles out of you again. Katsuki's face softens nearly imperceptibly.
He shifts until your face is buried under his chin — to hide his expression, maybe, but you have no complaints surrounded by his scent. With this, it's impossible to resist the call of sleep. You're dead to the world when Katsuki's fingers trace mindless circles by your waist, but you don’t miss how Katsuki sneaks in a kiss to your forehead before you go.
late evenings ☆ ( prohero!katsuki x reader ) mdni | suggestive
Your ears ring from the absence of noise as you shut your room door behind you. The static buzz of the electric fan is barely a reprieve — it's pin-silent and unnerving, bereft of light and life.
"C'mere," a voice rasps out, shattering the quiet.
Instantly, your nerves settle at the familiarity of your boyfriend's timbre. Your eyes are still straining in the unilluminated room, but with the slivers of dappled moonlight, it's easier to piece in how Katsuki is taking up the room. On your bed for two.
It's cold as you breeze to him, your skin still quivering from that fresh shower, smelling of Katsuki's shampoo and your favorite body scrub. But it's warmer as you snuggle up to him on the sheets, his arms swiftly pulling you closer by the waist. Every tension you've been keeping wounded tight releases all at once. Katsuki's leg throws itself over your hip like you're a walking body pillow.
"You're late," he says.
"I have a curfew?"
"Idiot." Katsuki still looks displeased. "Did you even eat?"
You nose his collar, smiling in that secret giddy way whenever Katsuki makes you feel so warm and cared for. "Mm. Saw the plate you prepared for me. Little cold."
Katsuki flicks at the exposed skin by your hip. "Don't complain. Your fault for working overtime."
"Missed you, too, Katsuki," you say with great forbearance, languidly pushing off just enough to catch his expression.
In the filtered light, you can make out how Katsuki's still got that cute scrunch of pale brows. His eyes are stark red, watching. You wait patiently — he looks like that when he wants something.
A shiver lances up your spine as Katsuki's fingers brush over the nape of your neck. His skin there is cold from the chill of your legs and the room, compared to the heat that's rushed to your face and everywhere around it whenever you're around Katsuki.
"Cold," you say, wincing away.
Katsuki keeps you still. "Warm it up then."
He really did miss you. It's just his dick seems to have missed you more. "…You want to have sex right now?"
Katsuki's head dips in a single nod. To prove his eagerness, he brushes his hip over your leg, where you feel his hardness under his sweatpants like a brick of heat. You swallow in nothing in particular, knowing firsthand how he can do you so well, but sleep is already clawing at you.
"Let's just do it tomorrow," you say, unable to hide your amused smile. "My legs are already sore, Katsuki!"
Katsuki groans in frustration, though his face portrays a kicked puppy more than anything. "Fine," he snarls. "Not tonight. Just ignore my dick suffocating down there, I guess."
"Kinda hard when it's so big."
You laugh when you feel it twitch against your thigh. Katsuki swallows the sound up with a searing kiss in retaliation, and your giggles melt easily into sounds of pleasure. Katsuki's cold hands travel up your spine, but they don't do anything else, warming itself up on the blossoming warmth there.
Katsuki breaks away, muttering, "Don't complain when I wake you up."
"What? To you humping me like a dog?" You kiss his scrunched nose. "Tomorrow; it'll feel so much better tomorrow. I’ll make you feel good."
Katsuki jerks away. "Fuck you, stop saying sexy shit!"
A laugh bubbles out of you again. Katsuki's face softens nearly imperceptibly.
He shifts until your face is buried under his chin — to hide his expression, maybe, but you have no complaints surrounded by his scent. With this, it's impossible to resist the call of sleep. You're dead to the world when Katsuki's fingers trace mindless circles by your waist, but you don’t miss how Katsuki sneaks in a kiss to your forehead before you go.
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cws: nsfw content (-18 DNI), fem reader, jealousy, katsuki is possessive and a little obsessive, mentions of violence but not towards reader, not proofread anymore i gave up #SUEME
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It was subtle at first, the trepidation. A heat simmering beneath his skin — hot to the touch, but not enough to burn. It wasn't scalding. No, not at all. He hadn't felt much besides a prickling warmth against his rattling bones, poking and prodding, yet dissipating like steam if neglected long enough. It was occasional, never a constant — he had never wanted to make it one, but…
What was he supposed to do? When the clamor in his head had amplified into a cacophony, reverberating against its walls and echoing endlessly like tinnitus. Over and over. Again and again. Like a reminder, like a warning.
Like a threat.
In the first place, he’d never been one to entertain those thoughts; they’d be eradicated before they’d even be considered. Katsuki knew better, after all, than to let any fissure of weakness crack through his veneer of composure — whatever was left of it, at least.
And so he’d do to them what he’s always done best. Obliterate. Detonate. Dominate. Until the shrapnel strewn over the rubble was past the point of no return, and he could no longer revisit those thoughts from how disfigured they would become.
But there is something about you that unearths something primal in him, something animalistic. He had tried to work off the heat boiling beneath his skin, but all that had done was bolt him down to the smoke, cementing him deeper and deeper until there was no room for escape.
He’d find himself back in the same place, in the same disarray, his chest heavy with the weight of everything he had tried to incinerate, its embers clinging to him like a vice — questioning repeatedly: What is this?
He hadn't known it then, but he’s fully capable of answering himself now.
What else, if not weakness?
Katsuki is not used to losing. That’s why it rankles him to no end, how he never had to worry about loss before you, because you are the one thing Katsuki surrenders to, weak in the knees, like a knight swearing fealty.
“Hngh — fuck — Katsuki!”
And you are the only thing he is afraid of losing.
Head spinning, the ashen blonde is anything but patient. The second the door to your shared apartment clicked shut against its latch, he had made his way to the bedroom and dived headfirst into the warmth of your cunt, lapping at your folds with an urgency he’d never known he possessed, all without having the decency to even strip you bare.
An esurient animal, truly.
You’re still clad in your outfit from the night. Only, its presentation had been roughened by Katsuki’s desperation to devour you. The fabric of your skirt bunched above the plush of your thigh. Your panties pushed to the side, sodden with his spit and your arousal. The top that adorned your figure had been no exception to his haste, its buttons now scattered all over the floor from how viciously he had ripped it apart.
A shame, really; you looked so pretty. Dressed to the nines for the weekend dates he’d clear his schedule to accommodate for — all to revel in the kiss you’d give him afterwards, heady like a drug. Your tits pressed against his chest as you’d tiptoe in your heels just to reach him.
You were so goddamn beautiful. Always so fucking goddamn beautiful that it pissed him off. Because fuck, if he sees it, it means everyone else fucking sees it too. And that was a fucking problem, because Katsuki does not like to share anything that belongs to him.
Especially you.
A moan rips from your throat as he presses his tongue against your clit, swirling it around the sensitive nub, its motions sending shockwaves of pleasure to pulsate through you, undulating and merciless. Writhing, your legs seek respite, instinctively parting for a break, only to lock around Katsuki as he seizes your thighs even tighter with a grip made of steel.
He peers at you in warning, his eyes saying it all.
Don’t fuckin’ move.
Wordless at how unabashed he is being, you obey, one half of you shy, the other half rendered helpless.
Is this heaven, or is it hell?
As he has his cake and eats it, you are not entirely too sure. With how everything has begun to blur, your surroundings sinking into the swell of your heightened senses, nothing seems to be making sense anymore. You have grown slightly nebulous at the feeling brewing between your thighs, tipsy on the sensation. Too far gone, yet not entirely there yet.
The euphoria of it all feels like heaven, but with how much it burns like sin, it must be hell.
“K-katsuki—!” You whine when he pulls away from you after nearly sending you past the brink of your orgasm. It was painful, but also felt so good — was this a punishment, or a reward?
Neither. The answer is neither.
It’s a reminder — of who you belong to.
As he clambers on top of you, his gaze hungry, you swelter underneath him. “You come on my cock.” He pants in between breaths, situating his thighs to cage your own. “Otherwise, you don’t get to come at all.”
His fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans, springing his raging hard on free from the confines of his boxers.
It’s heavy, the weight of it. Slaps against his stomach like it always does, already throbbing at the prospect of taking you. The shade of it an angry red, flushed at the tip, ruddy and slick with precum.
His eyes gleam at the sight spread out before him, fiery kilns flaring even brighter. He’s already drunk on the taste of you, but he finds himself in a trance now, desperate to feel the stretch of your cunt around his girth, the sloppy slip and slide of your shared debauchery.
He’s so hard he could die.
Katsuki clicks his teeth as he gives himself a few tugs, hissing when his hips buck involuntarily, grinding against nothing. He aligns his tip to the slick of your heat soon after, controlled by urge, pressing himself flush against you the second he enters, sweeping over a nipple as he coos at you so sweetly to take it.
Because you’re always sensitive at first — a delicate thing that needs guidance — so Katsuki makes it a habit to be gentle in the beginning, regardless of the situation, regardless of his intention.
(Regardless of how lewd you turn out in the end.)
And you like the contact. Your skin against his skin, chest to chest. The way you can feel his heart racing, and how it’s in tandem with yours. It’s reassuring. Safe. Lets you know you’re in control of him just as much as he’s in control of you.
Good girl, just like that. Just take it. So fuckin’ good for me.
The praise is murmured against the curve of your jaw, tingling with the open-mouthed kisses he sears into your skin like an imprint. You grow dizzy from the affection, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you slowly begin to rut your hips to meet his thrusts. “K-Katsuki,” you drawl, legs wrapping around his torso, as if to root him in place.
He would have laughed, if his mouth wasn't already so busy tending to you — swallowing moan after moan, and pressing kiss after kiss, kindled from the heat of it all.
Fuckin’ hilarious. There’s no need for any of that. He’s not going anywhere, don’t you know this? You should, by now.
Though…
“Faster. More,” you sputter, miserably clamping down around him. “Want more, Katsuki. Please. Katsuki, please.”
With how utterly dumb of a mess he’s managed to weave you into, you might not be in the right headspace to think at all.
Guess he’ll just have to remind you.
“Yeah I fuckin’ got you, sweetheart,” he gloats, close to a growl, raspy and needy. Each push and pull feels as guilty as sin — the burn of pleasure cauterizing the ache of his desire.
“You and your angel cunt.” A slam of his hips. “Takes me in so — so well.” And another. “Practically made for me. ‘S no wonder she’s all mine.”
It’s no wonder you’re all mine, too, was left unsaid, swallowed by the moment. He’s at a loss for words, paralyzed by the heat licking at his spine. Katsuki is frazzled, close to burning. Any trace of exhaustion that had previously coursed through his body now drowned out by the all too consuming adrenaline surging through him like wildfire. Still, he’s never been anything but iron-willed.
A hand slips to sneak around your throat.
Eyeing the flesh, ripe, Katsuki is possessed by this sudden urge to sink his teeth into the column of your neck. He’d already marked you countless times into the night, love bites littering the expanse of your chest, ready to bloom violets when morning comes. But it’s not enough to quell his thirst. He’s hungry, still.
He wants more. Wants to claim you as his. Because that’s what you are — his. And even if the bulge of his cockhead kneading into your cervix reminds you of who you belong to, it doesn’t extend that notice to others.
They still stare, still look at you like you’re a slab of meat. Like a predator waiting to ambush on its prey, their gazes hungry, eyes dropping to where they shouldn't even be fucking looking. All while you’re beside him, too. Don’t they know their fucking place? Don't they see how weak they look next to him? How much they pale in comparison?
He’d kill them if he could, gouge their eyes out of their sockets and blast them with his quirk, sending them into the inferno. But he’s a hero. One who still has to adhere to moral conduct, despite how much everyone pushes him to go against it. But fuck, if another bastard fucks you with their eyes like that again, he’ll gladly send himself to Tartarus.
“God, you’re so—” he grits his teeth, his palms moving to cup your asscheeks as he decides against it. Control yourself. “—so fuckin’ hot. A goddamn tease. Do you like it? Riling me up like that? Making me angry?” He taunts.
“Cause I don’t. It’s not fuckin’ nice, princess.”
He’s right. It isn’t nice at all. Especially for someone like Katsuki, who had never been a patient person. His temper had always been through the roof, even from the second he was born — explosive yet enticing all the same.
Still, you never expected this much when you poked fun at him on the car ride home, tounging at his mouth and palming the tent in his slacks as you teased him for being jealous, unaware of the storm brewing inside him.
You did not take heed to the silence that followed afterwards — that was your mistake. And this,
“‘M sorry! ‘M s—sorry!”
This was your lesson.
“You don’t sound fuckin’ sorry,” he barks, pulling you to match his rhythm, since you’re too goddamn spoiled to do it yourself now. “You sound like a slut.”
You feel like one, too, with how your legs quake around him, trembling from the poorly drawn circles he rubs against your clit with the pad of his thumb.
“N-not a slut…” you slur, even though how you’re presenting yourself says otherwise. A manic kind of grin paints his face.
“Then what are you, huh?” he spits.
Katsuki backs up — slowly, teasingly — until just the tip remains inside you. “If you’re not a slut—” He watches as you clench around nothing, your gaping hole fluttering with the ache to be filled. “—Then what are you?”
You already know.
Without any consideration, or maybe too much of it, Katsuki buries himself to the hilt, so deep you could practically feel him in your stomach. It robbed you of your breath, knocked out all the air inside your lungs until all you could feel was him.
“Answer me.”
One last slam of his hips until…
You fall apart, coming undone as the knot inside you snaps, unraveling as it makes way for your release to squirt against his pelvis.
“Katsuki’s — Hmgh! — I’m Katsuki’s! I’m yours!”
That was the last thing he could handle before he followed suit, dribbles of cum painting your insides as he clung onto you. A weak mumble of a curse left his mouth when your hands snaked around him to dig their fingertips into the muscles of his back, carving rogue half moons onto his shoulder blade.
“Hell fuckin’ right, you are.”
He grabs your chin, smashing his lips against yours to entangle you both in a strangled kiss. “Mine,” he says against it, continuing the rock of his hips before pulling away to make clear his intention. “Fucking say it again.”
You mewl in protest, already tugging on his hair to pull him down. Forehead to forehead, your hot breath fanning the dew on his flushed cheeks, you promise:
“Y-yours, ‘m yours."
“Yeah.” His dick twitches inside you.
“Mine. Mine. All mine. Only mine.”
So you better fucking remember it. And everyone else, too, for his sake and their own. Because while there are better ways to stake his claim on you — like slipping the diamond ring kept hidden in his drawer on your finger — he’s not above punting some bastard in the face.
Guilty as charged. Fucking sue him. He’s always been selfish. You know this, so don’t let up — you’re the only one he’d get on his knees for, anyway.
let me ☆ ( prohero!katsuki x fem!prohero!reader ) — you underestimate how gentle katsuki can be, if you needed it | smut
( warnings. ) minors and ageless blogs dni ! fingering, praise, soft gentle sex iktr, reader is going thru tough times & katsuki takes care of you, timeskip!katsuki — 18+
You underestimate just how gentle Katsuki can be.
The instant your fingers click on the lock, Katsuki is already a step behind, his presence a looming force over you like an unshaken shadow. There must be something on your face; Katsuki frowns as he studies it intently, fingers ghosting over your arms, like he’s trying to read between lines that you haven’t even drawn in yet.
"Something happened." He doesn't phrase it as a question, sounding sure of himself. “What?”
"I'm safe," you swear to him, pulling your coat off. "No bruises or anything. See?"
He ignores your extended arms, pinning your gaze with his own. "What," Katsuki demands.
"Katsuki—” You sigh and attempt to push past him. He just rears back and keeps his eyes trained on your face searchingly. "Katsuki, I'm too tired to deal with this."
His brows dip downward further. "I can't help you if you don't tell me."
You falter, struggling to maintain this flimsy display of strength — he knows you too well for that.
He waits. Patient, gentle, like he’s so sure that he can carry this burden with you. You know he can. It’s that fact that makes you think, Of course not. Of course you could never be too tired of him. He never tires of me, too.
“I don't—” you say, looking away, “I don’t know if I can keep doing this anymore. Am I even doing anything right?”
There must be some other reason — Katsuki is evidently fumbling at the threads to tie it all together in his head, but as of the moment, that is all you’re feeling. You don’t know if you can keep doing this. Your limbs want to sag to the ground, knowing it has to prepare again to face the brunt of tomorrow — but you have to care for it, too, or else you’ll wake up dead. Katsuki doesn't deserve that, even if you’re falling apart.
"Everything is just so hard," you continue, the surge of emotions you'd been desperately keeping a tight leash on bursting at the seams; "None of it makes any sense. I don't know if I'm doing anything right."
Katsuki's frown eases. "C'mere."
The next breath you take comes out wet and shaky. The next step you take gravitates to him.
Katsuki pulls you to his chest as you sob. He buries his nose into your hair, rubbing shapes into the small of your back. It almost feels like he’s coaxing it out of you with every touch. You cry violently, lungs spasming, everything pouring out finally — and throughout it all, Katsuki doesn’t split away, even as your tears and snot leave a disgusting patch on his shoulder. If anything, he keeps you enveloped in his warmth, as if he can tell that it helps even without being told.
“N-nothing happened,” you sniffle, trembling, and Katsuki pushes off just enough to see your face; “But it was so overwhelming. I just — I dunno.”
“Baby,” Katsuki starts. You’ve never heard him speak so softly before, low and rough and embodying gentleness that you don't know if you deserve. “Let me take care of you tonight, yeah?”
That sounds good. God, you want him to do that so bad. But looking so weak in front of someone so remarkably strong like Katsuki is embarrassing. You're not some child needing to be told that you're doing good and everything will be all right — needing to be coddled because you had a bad day.
“I want to,” Katsuki says; you feel as though he can read your mind. "Let me."
"…okay." You nod, averting your gaze. "Please take care of me."
And so Katsuki helps you bathe, kisses your knuckles, pulls one of his shirts down that reaches to your mid-thigh, brushes your hair out of your eyes, feeds you dinner he's cooked, and kisses you again. All the while, it's silent. Peaceful. It should unnerve you that Katsuki hasn't spoken a single word since, but you revel in the comfort of hearing his measured breaths instead.
It’s like you can hear him think: You’ll be okay. So let me take care of you. Let me help you be okay.
You feel like you're melting out of your own body, sinking into the comforter's embrace on your shared bed, losing tension in Katsuki's scent and affection.
“Pretty,” Katsuki mumbles, his hand crawling down.
Then you go still when Katsuki watches your expression as he glides a finger in between your legs.
Your cheeks burn. "I — w-what—"
Katsuki hums, thoughtful. "You're already…"
Well, it happens that today is a day of many discoveries. It turns out, Katsuki's hands can be so soft as he works shampoo through your head, and you get horny seeing how attuned your boyfriend is to your needs.
Katsuki can be so gentle with his hands. Of course you’d been thinking of how gentle he can be elsewhere.
"You want me to?" Katsuki asks, slipping a hand under your shirt. His heated fingers caress your waist, his thumb rubbing circles that trickle hotness down elsewhere.
You aren't sure why you feel so shy. You've done worse with each other. "You don't have to. If you just feel like you have to—"
Katsuki lifts an impatient brow. "You think I wouldn't want to?"
You squirm, suddenly aware of the empty ache that is longing for Katsuki. "W-well—"
Katsuki kisses under your right ear before he tugs on your underwear and flings them off to the side. He pulls back to devour your lips in a kiss, swallowing your noise of surprise. Your hands find home in his hair and he thumbs on the source of your heat.
You jolt and choke on a moan as he increases the mind-numbing friction. "Let me take care of you," Katsuki says; "let me, say yes."
"Yes," you cry out in his mouth. You feel floaty with the surge of lust shuddering through your entire body. "Please."
When you break away, you see his pupils wholly overtaking his iris, not even a hint of red. Katsuki licks over his teeth as he stares like he hasn't already eaten dinner. Like he’s doing himself a favor. You wrap tentative fingers around his wrist to guide his hand to your cunt, twitching because it knows it's going to be filled so well with Katsuki here.
Katsuki would make it so good; you know it. You know it so well. He’d know how you want it — need it.
He groans as you feel yourself get wetter. "Baby, shit — you needed this, yeah?"
"Katsuki—"
"I know." Katsuki rubs on the sensitive bud of your clit, kissing your jaw. "I know. Relax, baby, relax for me. Make it feel good. Just like that. Yeah, fuck, like that."
You feel dizzy. Katsuki teases one finger in, watching your face with rapt attention. You're so wet that he slides in easily; he could slip in two more just like that. But Katsuki is focused on making you feel the sensations instead, taking it slow, one by one, leaving you a fluttering, whining putty under him.
Katsuki’s heavy breathing makes you tighten around him involuntarily. He curses, patience rescinded. "One more?"
"Yes, please please — more — ah—"
He curls his fingers, and you tremble and whine, white-knuckled, gripping him, trying to meld yourself into him. Katsuki echoes your sound in a rasp, "Mm. You hear yourself? Fuckin' gorgeous."
It should be embarrassing that you're close already, yet who can blame you with Katsuki overwhelming your senses with every inch of his body — all over and inside you? His fingers are hot, and you're burning up, a coil in your stomach begging to be released.
Your legs shake as your back arches. "Kats — Katsuki — ah, please, please. Please, I'm—"
Katsuki kisses you through all of it. "I know. I know, baby. Don’t gotta beg. I gotcha — give it to me."
You thought you'd already exhausted all your tears, but Katsuki whispering in your ear and coaxing an orgasm out of you so tenderly pulls heat into your eyes. You forget about the weight on your shoulders. Right now, you can only think of how you could fall and Katsuki would catch you. You cry as you break, pulse jumpstarting, and Katsuki takes care of you all over again.
no one else's ☆ ( thirdyear!katsuki x fem!reader ) mdni | suggestive
Kirishima taps Katsuki on the shoulder very gently, looking embarrassed as he chokes out, “Your girlfriend fell asleep on the couch.”
Katsuki would’ve brushed it off with a snap that anyone could use the fucking couch who gives a fuck, but his eyes slide to Kirishima’s other arm holding a disgruntled Mineta up. Immediately, Katsuki’s gut twists in displeasure, the pencil in his grasp snapping in half.
“Did you fucking do something?” Katsuki hisses out, yanking Mineta’s collar to face the full brunt of his sneer.
“No!” Mineta cries out, having the nerve to sound disappointed. “No, I didn’t, dude. Get off me.”
And before Katsuki could kill Mineta right then and there, Kirishima swerves him out of the way. Don’t get your hero license revoked over him, Kirishima’s eyes seem to say.
“He’s telling the truth, man, don’t worry about it.” Kirishima then glares soundly at Mineta, disappointment evident. “He was acting weird, though. That’s why I got him.”
“Traitor,” Mineta says, wriggling uselessly mid-air.
“I’ll kill you,” Katsuki swears to him, before storming off, each step heavy with pure murder.
The rest of the class is smarter than Mineta. They avert their gazes and mind their business — or it could be that they can sense the unadulterated rage emanating from every pore of his body.
Yet as he reaches you, every trace of that same rage dissipates into the air. His eyes outline your body, dead to the world, shorts hiked up with one leg curved — laid unaware. No wonder some freak like Mineta wanted to prey on it.
Katsuki sighs. "Always giving me damn trouble," he mutters to your sleeping figure, snorting when there's an answering snore.
He heaves you up and off the couch, arms hooking under your neck and the back of your knees. Katsuki pushes past the living room, ignoring the curious stares of his classmates. They all know where he's headed — straight to his room.
You awake to a pinch on your thigh.
When you come to, Katsuki is staring at you heavily, hovering above you with your head between his hands.
"Kats'ki?" you croak out, words stringing together. "Wha's…"
Katsuki begins to crawl down, and down, until his knees hit the floor; until he's face to face with your legs. You're still swimming through the sluggishness limbo of being half-awake, lagging behind only moments after Katsuki. You feel his grip on your ankle; it tickles, it's warm.
He lowers his head and pins your knee down with a searing kiss. The sensation spreads to your entire body. You shudder, toes curling. Katsuki smiles against you, his hands sliding up to your thighs.
"Too early," you whine. But you don't push him off; you press against him closer.
"'s already 6 AM," Katsuki says, pushing your legs open.
The touch of cold air and the sporadic puffs of Katsuki's breath have you sinking deeper into the bed, pleasure crawling in every part of your body that he's taking by force, in the gentlest way possible.
Katsuki latches his mouth onto the inside of your thigh, inching deeper at your gasp. You suck air through your teeth, taking every control you have left not to snap your legs shut and force Katsuki out. When he pulls off, your thigh is left with a clear bruise. He doesn't stop there — he dives in again on a different point.
"As soon as we get our ass here," Katsuki murmurs against your skin, his breath hot on your evening-chilled skin, "I'm taking you out; we'll go apartment-hunting."
"W-what?"
"And you can wear whatever the fuck you want," he continues, licking at the mark, "or nothin' at all — I don't give a shit. No one else, just us. You hear me?"
You sit up, nearly knocking your knee against Katsuki's face. "You're asking me to move in with you?"
Katsuki scowls, the telltale sign of a blush creeping to his face. "You have other plans?"
"No, no," you cup his cheek, kissing the pout of his lips; "never, if it's not with you."
Katsuki appears satisfied, claiming your lips in a deep kiss. You draw away from each other with a stuttered gasp, heat pooling in your stomach at Katsuki's delighted gaze. "No turning back," he whispers. "Got that? This'll be no one else's."
Dizzy with need, you can only say, "Yes, yes. No one else's but yours, Katsuki. Now, please go back in between my legs."