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Katsuki huffs angrily for the hundredth time that night. He’s been annoyed all damn day, stewing in his mind. He sits heavily on the couch in the common room, slumped against the back of the sofa. A lukewarm beer is nursing in his hand, long since forgotten and not more than sip drank from.
Most of the other guys in class 3-a sit around him, talking about god knows what. He tuned them out a while ago. Only a few people are missing, notably the members of the opposite sex in their class. As well as some others that either weren’t home or weren’t invited
The girls are doing their semi-weekly girls only night, no boys allowed. Many of them surprisingly free so late into their third year, graduation right around the corner.
Normally, Katsuki wouldn’t be this annoyed having to spend time with his friends. Over the almost three years of school together, they’ve worn down his gruff and mean exterior. He will never admit to enjoying their company though.
Maybe he would be enjoying himself if this isn’t the first night in almost two weeks where both him and Izuku aren’t home super late and don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow. As third years, they’re both constantly doing something or another, and their schedules don’t often align like this.
Izuku has her sights on being a teacher after they graduate, so she’s been studying even more to get into a good college. Katsuki works a lot with Icy-Hot at Endeavor’s agency. Even with the former number one hero out of commission, the agency is still one of the largest in the country. And stupid half-and-half is a shoe in to take over once he graduates.
So safe to say, they hardly have any time for each other. While he knows that it won’t be that way forever, it doesn’t stop the cravings to be around her. To kiss and hold her. To just be in her presence. Preferably while she is awake and not passed out pressed against his back.
Unfortunately for his poor heart, she had been whisked away by the girls before Katsuki even came home. Their fairly new relationship is still somewhat a secret, as neither one of them felt the need to project their status to others. At least not right now.
He sees the prying eyes everyone gives the already established couples. He values his privacy and Izuku loves his possessiveness.
He isn’t the only one who wants Izuku’s attention, either. Most of their classmates had limited free time to be together on the same night. Izuku wants to spend time with her friends as much as she wants to hang out with her boyfriend.
And while Katsuki is a massive asshole, he isn’t one of those boyfriends that monopolizes his girlfriend and keeps her away from other people in her life. So, he is being a good boy and letting her have her space. No matter how upset he is about it.
She promised Katsuki she would leave early anyways. Except, it’s now nearing midnight and there is still no sign of his girlfriend. He’s annoyed, lonely and maybe just a bit touch starved.
“I’m gay, so eating pussy seems like it would be kind of gross!.” Kaminari announces loudly, jokingly. Obnoxiously laughing. The topic pulls Katsuki out of his thoughts, wrinkling his nose in disdain.
”It also bothers me a little.” Sero admits sheepishly, leaving Katsuki absolutely gobsmacked. It’s no secret that Sero Hanta is a bit of a playboy, so it’s a bit shocking a ladies man like Sero wouldn’t put out. It makes him roll his eyes.
“I haven’t gone down on Mina yet.” Kirishima confesses, the tips of his ears turning red. And, that really shocks Katsuki, right out of his silent stupor. He sits up straighter on the couch, leaning into the spread out gathering of his so-called friends.
Shitty hair and raccoon eyes have been dating for over a year now. And as the proclaimed best friend to both, he’s heard too many intimate details about their relationship. He distinctly remembers Mina asking him once about blow jobs, because it seriously grossed him out to give blow job advice to a girl he viewed as basically his family.
He did not need the mental image of his best friend’s fucking.
But, for Kirishima to not return the favor? In an entire year of dating? Katsuki feels a little bad for the pink haired girl, and a little disappointed in Eijirou. That idiotic red head is always going on about being manly, and what’s manlier than pleasing your girlfriend? Katsuki certainly can’t think of anything.
Katsuki is a pussy eating champion, thank you very much. He takes pride on giving Izuku mind-blowing pleasure with his mouth and tongue. Getting Izuku off is way more enjoyable to him than anything physical reciprocated by her.
He loves holding her down by her powerful hips, and suffocating between her strong, plush thighs. The taste and smell of her is something can’t get enough of. Her sweet moans, her fingers in his hair, the tears that streak down her face in pleasure.
The way she whispers his name like a prayer. He fucking loves it.
God, don’t even get him started on when she squirts in his mouth. If he could, he would never stop eating her out. All of his meals could be replaced by her lithe, little body, and he’ll thank her for it every time.
Eating her out is fucking sexy. He’s cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times just from getting her off with his mouth alone.
“I’ve always known you guys were losers, but this is really pathetic.” Katsuki quips from his spot on the couch. He’s appalled the more they talk back and forth about how eating pussy freaks them out. Even Mineta the pervert is agreeing.
Are they really as into girls as they claim to be? He knows Kaminari and Todoroki are gay, but the others?
“You expect her to suck your nasty dick but can’t do the same for her? I guarantee any girl’s pussy is way cleaner and better taken care of than your stinky, pathetic little dicks. It’s actually pathetic.” Katsuki continues.
“What? Like you’ve ever done it?” Sero scoffs, slightly offended. He rolls his eyes, snickering and elbowing an equally laughing Kaminari.
Katsuki wants to blow them all up for being pathetic morons. “Yeah, actually a lot. It’s hot as fuck. I’d never stop eating my girlfriend out if she would let me.”
He’s been able to get Izuku to cum on his tongue four times in a row before she’s shoving him off, sobbing and trembling. His face and neck drenched in her juices, and still able taste her the next day. Which only makes him go down on her again.
He’s obsessed with everything about her. Has been for a long time. Ever since the first time she let him get in her pants, it’s never been enough.
He craves the taste and smell of her. The tightness of her body around his tongue, or his fingers or his cock. The sweet music of her moans and his name from her pretty lips. Her strong hands gripping wherever she could reach. Pulling his hair, scratching his back, clinging to his shoulders or his hips. Everything about her is sexy as hell.
God, he is putting his mouth on her as soon as they are alone. They both deserve it.
“You don’t have a girlfriend!” Kirishima laughs, the other’s joining in like it’s one big joke to them. They really are as dense as he thought.
“I do. And I can tell you for a fact eating pussy is way more pleasurable for her than sticking your dick in and shooting your load in thirty seconds will ever be. There’s absolutely nothing nasty or weird about pussy. You guys aren’t fucking little kids.”
“Who’s your girlfriend? I don’t believe you!” Kaminari points an accusatory finger at him. Katsuki bares his teeth in a snarl.
“You don’t believe that I have a girlfriend or that most people with dicks are horrendously bad at sex? Because both things are very true.” Katsuki admonishes, disappointment laced in his words.
His phone vibrating in his hand immediately catches his attention. He ignores the continued accusations and questions being thrown at him from his shitty friends in favor of checking the notification.
Thank fuck, it’s from Izuku, letting him know she’s back in her dorm and blessedly alone. That’s his cue to leave. “I’m fucking out of here.” He doesn’t even look up from his phone as he stands, texting Izuku back with barely contained excitement. “I have a girlfriend to worship. Later virgins.”
The guys protest, calling after him and demanding to tell them who he’s dating. As if he’d offer up that information just to prove a point. He’s way pettier than that.
Katsuki ignores the taunting and demands, practically jogging to the elevators. He angrily jams the close door button before the other’s can follow after him. He’ll actually blow one of them up if they interrupt the little bit of time he gets with his nerd.
The ride up to the second floor is blessedly quick, and there’s no one in the hallway. He slips easily into Izuku’s dorm, the door unlocked for his entry. He twists the lock in place behind himself, closing the world off from him and Izuku. Just the way he prefers it.
His breath is sucked out of his lungs when he turns around. Izuku is standing by her closet door, in the middle of changing. She’s wearing Katsuki’s boxers, her favorite thing to sleep in. She’s slipping one of his hoodie over her bare chest just as he turns around to face her. Flashing just a bit of that creamy skin.
She looks so soft and small in his clothes. That glance at her pretty tits is enough to get him drooling, adding to the conversation downstairs that got him riled up.
Not that it takes much for his young adult horny self to get going. Even the smallest glance of her skin has him panting like a dog.
She smiles up at him as he closes the distance between, falling into his embrace. He pulls her close, wrapping strong arms around her smaller frame. Protecting her from the world. Not that she needs him for protecting, even without her quirk she is plenty capable of taking care of herself.
She simply allows him to take care of her. She relinquishes that perfect control into his hands, lets herself feel small and cared for in his palms. He loves taking care of her.
It’s nice to simply be in each other’s presence after being apart. He misses her the moment they aren’t together. She never leaves his mind, not a single time since they met as kids.
He’s almost content to stay just like that, hugging and soaking in her warmth. She drags her small hands across his back, rubbing gently at the corded muscles there. It’s peaceful in their little bubble.
She ruins the calm moment first, tilting her head back to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. Her warm lips linger, before moving lower. She scrapes her teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck. He sighs softly at the gentle pleasure.
“I need to eat you out.” Katsuki announces, remembering the stupid conversation from earlier as arousal coils in his gut. He leans over to scoop up the giggling girl by her thighs, her legs locking around his hips like a koala.
His knees hit the side of her bed before he drops her down, following after her as her back hits the mattress. She’s still giggling in amusement, her smile bright and her sweet laugh like little bells. He would stop to admire her pretty face if he wasn’t currently desperately smothering the smooth skin of her bare thighs with his lips.
“Eager, aren’t we?” She hums between giggles, dragging crooked fingers through his wild hair, messing it up more. A sweet sigh leaves her lips when Katsuki’s mouth reaches the point where her thigh meets her hip, so close to her already drooling pussy.
“I missed you so much, baby. Fuck, I need you so bad.” He helps her shimmy up the bed to rest against the pillows, giving Katsuki space lay on his stomach between her pretty thighs.
Settled as best as he can on the tiny ass dorm bed, his fingers hook into her (his) boxers. She lifts her legs to help as he pulls them down and off in one swift motion, throwing them haphazardly across the room. She’s not wearing anything under the loose shorts, coming face to face with his prize, eyes crossing to get a good look at her.
Izuku’s pussy is absolute perfection. It’s small like the rest of her, with chubby pussy lips and smooth, soft skin. It’s so pink, her skin dusted with a pretty blush, the inside of her folds a deeper pink color. He absolutely adores the way she gets pink all over, blushing down to her chest sometimes.
She keeps herself mostly clean shaven, save for a little tuft of hair above her clit. He doesn’t really have a preference either way, clean shaven or full bush. Nothing stops him from putting his mouth on her.
Everything about her is fucking perfect. The heavens crafted her just for him.
His eyes drag hungrily over her body, drinking in every detail. He’s seen every intimate inch of her, but he admires her the same every time. Her little clit peaking out between her pretty lips, twitching under his gaze for attention. He uses his thumbs to pull the slick folds apart, committing every inch of wet, blushing skin for his viewing pleasure.
She whines under his staring, tugging his hair in encouragement to stop looking and get on with it already. She hates when he looks for too long. Gets embarrassed so easily. Unfortunately for her, he wants the image of her beautiful pussy burned into his retinas.
Tasting her is even better than just looking, so he doesn’t stare for long. He presses his lips over pubic bone, right above her slit. He moves slowly down, brushing her clit with a gentle swipe of his lips. He kisses around the side of her slit, just barely avoiding the cute little nub begging for him.
He drags open mouth kisses across her skin, savoring the slightly salty taste of it. Her whines grow more frustrated the more he avoids direct contact, licking at the crease of her legs, biting harshly into the meat of her thighs.
She’s tugging and pulling his hair to get him to go where she wants. The sting of his scalp does little to deter him from worshiping her.
“Katsuki, please.” She begs desperately, her hips bucking into the air. Her voice is thick with tears. He glances up at watery green eyes already watching his every move. His cock twitches in his sweatpants. He loves when she gets desperate, adores making her cry.
With their eyes still locked together, he finally moves his mouth to where they both want him. He wraps his lips around her clit, sucking the little nub, flicking it with his tongue. They both moan loudly at the contact. More of her arousal drenched his face, dripping down his chin. She always gets so wet for him.
Flattening his tongue, he drags the muscle through her folds, gathering her musky wetness into his mouth. He moans at the taste spreading across his tongue, dripping down his throat. Eyes rolling back as arousal squeezes in his groin.
He pushes his tongue repeatedly against her clit, fucking the little nub with quick, rough licks. Her mouth drops open, allowing loud moans to escape. She wraps his hair in her fingers tighter, pulling on his skull without care.
He glances back up at her through heavily lidded eyes, watching her pretty face twist and contort in pleasure. Her chin is tilted back, her big watery eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling. Her red bitten mouth is permanently agape, like she physically couldn’t close it around the moans falling from her lips.
“Kacchan.” She whines, voice lilting in pitch. He switches back to sucking her clit, hollowing his cheeks, his tongue dancing back and forth quickly over the swollen nub. Jerking his head back and forth like he’s sucking a tiny cock.
He moves his mouth down to her hole, shoving his tongue into her tight entrance as far as he can. Warm slick dribbles into his mouth, his cock weeping with pre-cum as it spills down his throat. He whimpers like a fucking dog, thrusting his tongue in and out of her cunt to coax more sweet arousal to drown him.
He rolls his own hips down into the bed, so hard he’s lightheaded. He can’t tell if he feels like he’s going to pass out because he doesn’t remember the last time he took a breath, or if all of the blood in his body is currently in his aching cock.
Her whines and whimpers are like sweet music to his ears. She already looks ruined. Falling apart at the seams because of the pleasure Katsuki is giving her. He couldn’t believe there are people out there that didn’t enjoy this.
A shiver wracks through her body at the finger brushing her entrance. He teases the rim of her cunt for a moment, wrapping his lips around her clit. He pokes and prods, feeling how loose she is with the copious amounts of slick dribbling out her. She’s so aroused that the digit slides deep inside her with no resistance.
She’s warm, wet and tight around him. His stomach tightens with need to be buried inside of her. He slobbers over her clit, his chin and mouth drenched. He couldn’t tell if it’s her mess alone or partly his drooling. Probably a mix of both. He sucks, flicks his tongue, open mouth kisses over her skin.
A second finger slides in as easily as the first, gently scissoring them apart.
“Katsuki!” She groans loudly, her voice hoarse from constant moaning. She’s always so loud, so responsive.
He pulls away when his chest begins to burn with the need to breathe. Though, suffocating in her pussy would be hell of a way to go. Dying doing what he loves. He needs to make her cum at least once tonight.
He takes a moment to watch her fuck down onto his fingers. Her pretty pussy shines in the low light from the lamp on her bedside table. Her clit is swollen from his abuse, twitching wildly with every brush of his fingers against her g-spot inside. Izuku’s walls flutter around his digits, sucking him in.
“So pretty Izuku, fuck. My princess.” He groans, fucking his hand faster, adding another finger. Katsuki is so turned on he feels like he really is going to die. He needs to bury himself in her. He needs to make her cum.
Seriously, how could anyone not find this sexy as hell?
He pauses, synapses firing off in his caveman brain with a thought. He recalls earlier that night, remembering those fucking losers. Talking about not being able to eat pussy. He laughs to himself quietly, surprised all over again at the absurdity.
Looks down at his beautiful girlfriend, her legs spread wide, his large fingers bullying his way inside of her. Her clit swollen and drenched from his mouth.
How can they not see how this is literally the hottest thing on this planet? Eating Izuku out is as close to a religious experience as Katsuki’s atheist ass could get.
“Want to know what the guys were talking about earlier?” He asks, his tone laced with exasperation.
Izuku’s so out of it, she barely acknowledges his words. She blinks, realizing she was just spoken too. It takes a moment, he can literally see the cogs turning in that pretty little head of hers. Eventually, she grunts curiously, not being able to form proper words. It’s enough to let him know she is listening.
“Those morons were complaining about eating pussy. Said it was gross. Could never imagine doing this.” He licks up her slit with one broad stroke, slow and flat from her oozing hole to her twitching clit. Slick coats his tongue. His lips wrap around her clit once again.
He amps everything up to a hundred. He sucks hard, flicks his tongue fast and rough. He fucks his fingers up against her g-spot, rubbing the spongey texture with the pads of his fingers. Spreading them apart to stretch her tiny cunt to its limit.
She practically screams at the onslaught, her thighs clamping up around his ears at the suddenness. He’s proving a point to nobody but himself. He’s a fucking pro at eating pussy, he puts every other extra to shame.
“T-they’re loss.” Izuku finally quips in response, her brain to mouth functions delaying. She’s shaking all over, her hips rutting up against his face. Both of her hands grip his hair, golden locks wrapped up in her thin, crooked fingers. The sting of pain adding to his own pleasure.
Her thighs are tight around his head, almost crushing him, but it’s not enough to get him to stop. Undeterred, he keeps up his pace. His fingers are starting to cramp from how fast he’s fucking them in and out of her. Twisting and scooping in a come hither motion.
“Ah, ah, ah! Kats-Kacc-k’chn.” She sobs, garbling broken mutters of his name.
Just before her orgasm hits, a brilliant idea pops into his head. He pulls away again, reluctantly, but for good reason. He keeps her just on the precipice of orgasm with his thumb gently circling over her clit. His fingers still prodding that delicious spot inside.
“Baby, Zuku. I want you to take a picture of my mouth on you so I can send it to the group chat. I need to rub it into those loser’s faces what they’re missing out on.” She’s barely listening, her big watery eyes blinking up at him with betrayal for stopping. She had been so close.
Katsuki’s feeling just a bit selfish. Edging her like this increased his chances at getting her to squirt. And, he really needs to rub it into those idiot’s faces. That he in fact did eat his girlfriend’s pussy like it is his fucking job to do so.
It takes her a moment to register his words, nodding her consent once she understands. She nibbles on her bottom lip coyly, shyly, grabbing his phone from his grip. Her face grows a deeper redder shade as she unlocks his phone, typing her birthday into the passcode like many times before.
He’s well aware of what a secret exhibitionist she is. She always cums the hardest around his cock whenever they’re shoved into the same shower or bathroom stall together. The little shit.
Her hands tremble as she clumsily unlocks his phone. She struggles to angle the camera down at him, using her chest to stabilize her shaking hands. Smirking, he dives right back into his meal.
He picks up the pace where he left off, barely giving Izuku a moment to prepare. She keens loudly, barely able to keep the phone upright as she tries her best to focus on the task at hand.
He looks up at the camera as he wraps his lips around Izuku’s swollen clit, sucking the little nub hard into his mouth. He jackhammers his fingers into her as best as they can at this angle. Fucking upwards to drag his fingers over her good spot.
Her sweet little keens grow louder and deeper as he brings her closer to the edge. He’s a one track mind as he works his damn hardest to work her over the edge. His jaw aches, his fingers clench, and his arm is fucking sore, but nothing would get him to stop right now. Not even if the building collapsed around them.
Her thighs clamp shut around his head, squeezing hard. The phone falls onto her stomach, abandoning the device in favor of clawing at his hair again. She pulls him so tight against her clit, forgetting her strength for a moment as she keeps him right where she wants him.
Her swollen, red bitten lips fall open in a silent scream as her orgasm finally hits. The pain on his scalp and in his arms completely fades to the background. His prize for his hard work pours into his mouth. Hot, sweet liquid soaks his face, rushing out between his fingers and dripping down his wrist.
He swallows down her release as fast as he can, sucking it down like a starving man. He’s grunting like a fucking dog into her pussy, greedily licking up every drop.
She doesn’t fully squirt this time around. It’s not a full gushing release of liquid like he knows she can do. For the moment, it’s enough to satiate his thirst. He licks wherever he can reach, cleaning up her release, replacing her slick on her skin with his drool. His fingers slow inside of her, but he doesn’t let up, coaxing every drop out of her.
Her hands release his aching scalp to push against his forehead with a whine. He licks her clit one more time, earning an adorable overstimulated squeak from her pretty lips. He takes mercy on her, finally backing off with a satisfied him.
Their eyes lock, giving her a smirk, he shoves his slick fingers into his mouth. He makes a show of cleaning each finger slowly, sucking up everything, greedily swallowing it down. He’s not the type to waste a good meal. He even licks around his mouth and wherever he could reach of his chin for good measure.
“You’re so gross.” She wrinkles her nose, the deep blush on her cheeks giving away how much she actually likes it. Her pupils are blown wide with arousal, swallowing pretty green jade with inky black. He grins knowingly, all feral teeth, raising a blonde eyebrow teasingly.
Falling over her, he catches himself on his elbows either side of her face.
Their lips meet in a sloppy kiss, Izuku licking into his mouth to chase her own taste on his tongue. She groans loudly into his mouth, her jaw dropping pliantly for his tongue shoving its way down her throat. She’s just as gross as he is.
They kiss languidly like that for a while, mostly tongue as they trade spit and the lingering taste of Izuku’s orgasm. It’s nasty, and so fucking hot Katsuki’s cock dribbles more pre-cum. The front of his boxers are soaked through.
Spit connects their mouths as they finally part, needing to breathe. Katsuki licks the drool dribbling down her chin, pushing the mess their tongues made back into her awaiting mouth. She pants, her own little tongue sticking out. She looks so lewd like this, her face red, her mouth swollen and shiny with spit, her little tits swaying as her chest heaves.
She looks up at him with such reverence, such awe and lust. He needs to be inside her like yesterday.
His girlfriend whines in protest as he moves away, chasing after him with her mouth. He shucks his shirt off when he’s far enough. The neckline is drenched, all the way down to his chest. He almost moans aloud at the sight.
Like a moth to a flame, her hands are on him as soon as he’s bare. She drags her fingernails down the exposed skin of his abs. The slight ticklish pain sending goosebumps down his spine. She hooks those devilish little fingers into his sweatpants and boxers, a silent plea to take everything off.
He doesn’t ever expect anything in return when he gets his girlfriend off. Most of the time he’s happy to let her cum a few times and take care of himself in the bathroom after she passes out. Her pleasure meant way more to him than his own.
But, his girlfriend is just as greedy for him as he is for her. She nibbles her bottom lip coyly, admiring his physique, tiny hands petting wherever she can reach. She’s a vixen, drawn to his skin like a heat seeking missile.
When her hand reaches the prominent bulge in his pants, she keens loudly in the back of her throat. She rubs her hand over him back and forth, feeling how hard he is for her.
“Take them off, Kacchan.” She whispers, her voice husky and sultry, laced with lust and desire. He shivers again at the pure sex radiating off her. He stands quickly, his eyes flicking between her beautiful, debauched face and her pussy still on display between her outstretched legs.
He drops his pants and boxers in one swift push. At some point, her hoodie had ended up in her armpits, pushed up to expose her tits. She sits up quickly to pull the large oversized garment up and over her head, tossing it somewhere to join the other askew clothes on the ground.
She grabs his hands and pulls him onto the bed, using her strength to push him onto his back. She’s quick to throw a leg over his hips. The position makes their bare sexes brush, the ever so slight touch enough to make him groan. He relaxes flat into her bed, her weight settling comfortably over his hips.
She always feels so good on top of him. Her weight familiar and comfortable. She looks utterly divine perched on top of him. Like a queen on her throne. Her freckled, scarred skin shines under the warm lamplight. Her dark curly hair lay down her back in messy waves that frame her small cute face.
She drags her nails down the bumps of his abs, palms flattening at his hips. She slides her hands up his sides, stopping to rest on either of his large pecs. The tips of her fingers fondly trace the edge of the explosive scar sitting in the center of his chest.
Immediately following the war, she couldn’t bear to look at it. At the time, they hadn’t been officially dating yet, but they were practically joined at the hip. And every time she saw it, when she tagged along for his physical therapy, or when he changed in front of her when she hung out in his room, her face would crumple with guilt and despair.
Her all consuming rage and guilt over his death nearly drove a wedge between them, one that would’ve ruined their friendship beyond repair. It had taken some convincing, but eventually she could see the scar as something he was proud of. Is proud of. He died for the love of his life. He wears his scar and all the others with unshakable pride.
Now she looks at it with reverence and awe. It’s physical evidence of his love for her. Undeniable proof that he would do anything for Izuku, even die for her.
Their eyes meet, and she smiles sweetly at him, leaning over to kiss. They move slowly, gently, at first. With nothing commanding their immediate attention, they could savor the moment.
It doesn’t stay soft and slow for long. Arousal licks at Katsuki’s toes, his cock angry, almost purple with how hard he is. Izuku licks into his mouth to deepen the kiss, tilting her head to bring them that much closer. He wishes they could fuse into one, bury himself in the space between her ribs. It’s never close enough.
His hands trail up from burning his touch into her hips, dragging up her soft sides. He cups one of her tits in his hand, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm.
She has pretty small tits, but perfect in his eyes like the rest of her. Her boobs are perky, sexy, fitting perfectly in his hand. Her skin is unblemished and soft. Save for the dusting of gorgeous freckles that spread all over her body, and a few scars here and there from battles. All things he absolutely adores about her.
Her hips shift above him, circling back and forth over his cock. The horny little minx is ready to go again, spreading her dripping arousal all over his skin. His other hand finds his cock behind her ass, squeezing tight around the base. He’s dangerously close to blowing his load already, just from one measly touch.
He drags the tip of his cock back and forth through her folds, spreading more of her slick over his cock. Her kisses grow slow, and sloppy, whining sweetly with the promise of his cock.
He teases her entrance, pushing up into her like he was going to slide in, before slipping out the last second. She whimpers into his mouth in frustration after every failed attempt.
She breaks the kiss with a huff, settling onto her haunches bracketing his wide hips. Her own little hand reaches around behind her, grabbing his erection and holding it steady. She tilts her hips, finding her entrance easily, dropping more of her weight onto him.
Her cunt opens up easily for him, loose and aroused and still wet from her first orgasm. His cock is definitely on the bigger side, especially compared to her. He has a foot of height on her and a shit ton more muscle. But, her tiny pussy always stretches for him beautifully, sliding into her easily.
She takes him slowly, gently lowering herself down inch by inch. Her head’s thrown back, mouth open wide with every panting breath and broken, high pitched moan. His girl is a bit of a size queen, savors the stretch that borders between pain and pleasure.
He tightens his grip on her hips, using his strength to hold up some of her weight to ease her down slower. It’s almost agony for him, his stomach muscles drawn taut to keep himself from cumming prematurely. He squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth so hard he feels like his teeth could break. He’s so fucking close.
Finally, after what feels like hours, she takes him all the way to the hilt. Her ass nestles in the crook of his hips, fully seated on his cock. She’s so tight around him he feels like he can’t fucking breathe, his own moans uncontrollably spilling from his lips.
“Izu.” He wheezes, out of breath. Eyebrows pinched in concentration, he keeps his eyes locked on to where his cock is being swallowed up by her body. No matter how many times they do this, he’s always amazed she’s able to take him like this.
Her body feels incredible wrapped around him. He’s in pure ecstasy. Tight, hot and wet. She trembles like a leaf above him, her hips twitching back and forth ever so slightly to get used to the stretch.
He knows it’s not easy for her to do this, to take him in all the way. In the beginning, when they were both inexperienced virgins, it had taken weeks to take him. But, she’s perfect for him in every way. Her body accepts him now like a fucking glove.
“So big.” She whimpers, brushing her hand across her navel, right below her belly button. He groans pathetically, imaging how far he must be buried inside her tiny body. His cock twitches wildly inside her, threatening to pop and put an end to this too soon. He’s so aroused, he feels his own tears gather on blonde eyelashes. “Can feel you in my tummy.”
“Fuck, fuck. Shut the fuck up Deku.” He grunts. It’s been way too long. He doesn’t usually get himself off when they’re apart. The last time he came must’ve been the last time they fucked, about a month ago. It didn’t help that she’s so fucking cute, her words punching him in the gut.
She also won’t stop shifting on top of him, her hips twitching and her walls fluttering to get herself adjusted to him. He’s holding her suspended over him, keeping her locked in place. He’s too fucking close for all of her twitching.
“Shit baby, if you don’t stop moving, I’m going to fucking cum.” He groans desperately. She can only whine back, shivering at the rough tone of his voice, the tight feeling of his hands around her hips. His palms feel like they’re on fire, branding her skin. He’s struggling so much to keep himself under control he’s letting his quirk slip.
“Kacchan just feels so good. Stretches me so much I feel like I’ll rip in half.” She whispers, her voice dripping like warm gooey sugar. He whines, throwing his head back against her pillows. He’s going to die.
Finally, after a few tense, silent moments and deep breaths, the overwhelming urge to cum subsides. He relaxes his bruising grip around her hips, letting her weight rest on him fully again. Her skin had turned white under his fingers, blood rushing back as he eases his hold, turning an angry red.
They’ll probably bruise tomorrow, not that Izuku minds. She loves being branded with his marks.
“Izuku, baby, move. Shit.” He pants.
She leans forward to place her hands on his chest for stability, rising up on her knees until he’s almost completely out of her. She keeps her eyes on him, swiftly dropping her hips, sheathing his cock back into her heavenly warmth in a quick thrust. He bucks upwards to meet in her middle, their skin slapping together echoing in the room. It falls on death ears, barely heard over their combined groans.
Izuku does that same move, again and again. Picking herself up almost all the way off his cock, before slamming her hips back into him. The slap against his hips so rough he might end up with bruises of his own, skin stinging. The slap of their skin, the creaking of her bed and their panting breaths fill the room.
“Hmm Katsuki.” She moans, pressing her hips stubbornly against his and grinding back and forth. The whimpering sound that leaves his lips is pathetic, grinding up into her. Her walls squeeze and flutter around him, milking him for all he’s worth as she grinds back and forth.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl.” He moans, his voice gravely and rough. His arms are shaking from exertion, his whole body sore and aching. He watches her head roll back, shifting her hands from his chest to his knees.
She swivels her hips back and forth sensually, her pretty tits swinging right in front of his eyes. She’s a whole damn feast above him like this, her pretty, soft body on display as she fucks herself on his cock like a glorified dildo.
She’s put on the tiniest bit of weight since losing her quirk. She keeps up with her workouts, and Katsuki takes care of her meals to keep her healthy. But, she’s not as chiseled and toned as she was when she first received one for all. The abs on her stomach were the tiniest bit softer, her already thick thighs and ass just a bit plusher.
No one is able to tell over her clothes, but Katsuki is the only one who gets to see her like this. The only one who gets to grab at her waist, her thighs and feel the softness there. He loves her body no matter what it looks like, but he can admit that the slight softness is so sexy.
He’s getting close again, his orgasm never truly dying down. He’s right on the edge, the stimulation on his cock enough to keep him right there. But, he can tell Izuku’s nowhere near cumming for the second time. He absolutely refuses to cum before she does at least twice, if not three times.
He sits up and wraps his arms around her, flipping them around. Izuku’s back hits the bed with a bounce. Katsuki barely lets himself get settled onto his knees before picking up a brutal pace. Grabbing her knees, he forces her legs apart and back, folding her into the mating press.
She screams at the sudden pick up in pace, her thighs pushing against his grip to close them, to get away from the harsh thrusts bruising her cervix. He snarls in protest, keeping them firmly spread, using his leverage on the bed to jackhammer his cock in and out of her.
His eyes lock onto his thick cock disappearing inside her body. The bed rocks under the force of his thrusts, banging against the wall noisily. The world around them has long been forgotten, Katsuki only focused on making his gorgeous, perfect princess cum.
“K-k-k’chan.” She slurs, her beautiful tear filled eyes crossing lewdly with pleasure. She’s like putty in his hands, lying pliantly on her back, unable to do anything as he takes her quickly and forcefully. His pace is fast, unforgiving, heavy balls slapping against her ass loudly with every thrust.
Her pussy is gushing, the slick sounds of his too big cock forcing his way inside are downright filthy.
“Too much.” She whimpers, her nails biting the skin of forearms, holding onto him for dear life. He doesn’t stop, his eyes dancing between the redness of her pussy, to the way her tits bounce with every harsh thrust, to her beautiful face contorted with ecstasy.
He shifts his legs wider, angling his hips up to nail her g-spot with every thrust. In a flash, she lets go of his arm, barely touching her clit before she’s wailing loudly, cumming hard around him.
She definitely squirts this time, hot liquid gushing out of her like a faucet set to high, soaking his hips and thighs. He grins like a madman, feral and cocky. Her body shakes like a leaf under him, limbs flailing around. She smacks him lightly a couple times, grabs the blankets and pulls on them for purchase. She’s cumming so hard she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
And god, she’s so fucking hot. He can’t stop. If anything, he only goes faster, thighs screaming at him. He watches raptly as she uselessly lays there, twitching, clear liquid still pouring out of her like she can’t stop her orgasm.
“Katsuki. Too much.” She cries, pushing at his stomach, wiggling her body away. He grins, tightening his grip on her legs, forcing her down into the bed. She’s weak after cumming so hard, completely at his mercy. But, she knows what to say if she really wants him to stop, and she hasn’t yet.
“You can take it. Come on, princess. Just a little more.” He lets go of her knees, leaning over to fall atop her. Her legs spread wider to accommodate his hulking body. He slides somehow even deeper inside of her, forcing a sob out of her.
He completely dwarfs her like this. If anyone were to walk in right now, they would only be able to see her small legs bracketing either side of his hips, and nothing else.
Burying his face into her neck, he chases his own release. Large hands grip her tiny skull, keeping her from shifting up the bed from the force of his thrusts. He grunts with effort, his own eyes rolling back. Her pussy is so slick, so hot it’s almost burning him. And despite his large cock carving space in her body to accommodate him, she’s still perfectly tight.
She’s so small, especially under him like this. He could so easily crush her. And, she accepts him so easily, every part of him. Letting him into her life, into her orbit, and into her tiny body to wreck and ruin.
Her nails scrape across his back, still fighting for purchase against the onslaught of overstimulated pleasure. She’s fully sobbing now, crying and whimpering his name as he uses her like a fucking cocksleeve.
“Just a little more princess. I’m so sorry. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl. All mine. You feel so good. I’m sorry. My baby. My Izuku.” He rambles, his thrusts getting sloppy the closer he gets. His balls tighten up against his body, his stomach squeezing with anticipation.
“Katsukiiiiiii!” She wails as his orgasm finally hits, back arching beautiful underneath him. He slams inside her roughly once, twice, three more times before he buries himself as deep as he can. He releases directly into her womb, pumping her full of his hot cum. Marking her insides with white, claiming her so deeply, so primarily.
It’s almost unfortunate her birth control implant would stop anything from catching. Something deep inside him stirring with the need to actually breed her.
She’s a twitching, heaving mess by the time his hips finally still. There’s a slight gap in his memories as he came, the whole world whiting out from the force of his orgasm. He hasn’t cum that hard in forever, if ever.
He lays his weight against her heavily for a while, petting her head. Peppering the skin of her shoulder and neck with kisses, murmuring sweet words into her ear.
“Thank you Izuku. Thank you. I love you so much. Thank you princess. So good. You felt so fucking good.” He whispers over and over again.
He’s not sure how long they lay there for, but eventually Izuku complains about him being too heavy. He chuckles tiredly, pulling himself up on exhausted arms to flop over onto his side next to her. The movements pull him out of her, and he grieves the warmth and closeness of her body around him.
He gathers her boneless body into his arms, pulling her tight against him. He continues to praise her, kissing her sweaty hair line gently between every sweet word, until Izuku’s hitching breaths steady. She doesn’t quite fall asleep, but her eyes are blank and heavily lidded with her face smushed cutely into his chest.
Picking up his phone to check the time, his eyes lock onto his own on the screen, reminding him of the pictures from earlier. Izuku had been too focused on her pleasure to even turn his phone off, his phone almost dead and overheating.
He scrolls through the handful of images she managed to take. They were all a bit blurry and out of focus, but they didn’t lessen their pure lewdness at all.
They aren’t outwardly explicit, only obvious what he’s doing if someone familiar with cunnilingus saw them. Pussy lips spread open around his mouth, thick thighs bracketing his ears. His slightly hooded red irises are almost completely engulfed with the black of his pupils, focused directly on the camera.
His nose is buried into cropped dark pubic hairs, the tip slightly shiny with slick. It’s provocative and suggestive, despite not being able to see anything of Izuku’s pussy except for her spread lips.
“Baby.” He whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of her head again.
“Hm.” she grunts, half asleep.
“Can I still send that pic? That wasn’t a heat of the moment thing?”
She shrugs as best as she can laying on her side and squished into his body. “I don’t care either way. I’m sure most of the girls know ‘bout us anyways.” Her words are slurred, voice rough and wrecked. He really did a number on her tonight, too riled up by the idiocy of his so called friends.
He hums gently in acknowledgment, pressing one more kiss into her hair. He pulls the phone closer to his face, pulling up a casual group chat with most of their classmates. It’s one where a couple people (Iida) are excluded from, to be able to talk about normal young adult things without getting scolded for their shenanigans
katsuki: eat shit virgins
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He turns his phone off after sending it, tossing it somewhere to be found again later. He needs to get them cleaned up before they can sleep.
Izuku’s breaths are deep and slow. He smiles fondly, shaking his head. She fell asleep. He pushes down his guilt, shaking her back awake. He wants to let her sleep, but they really should attempt to clean themselves up a bit and change her damp sheets.
“Izuku, come on. Let’s get cleaned up.” He whispers, scooping her up in his arms despite her whining protests. He carries her dead weight into the attached bathroom to wipe her down lovingly with a washcloth.
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The next morning, Katsuki wakes slowly, the sun bleeding in from Izuku’s open window. He blinks sleep from his eyes, squeezing the warm body in his arms. After they cleaned up last night, they had ended up with Katsuki spooning Izuku from behind. And judging by the soreness of his side they hadn’t shifted much over night.
He presses gentle kisses to the exposed skin of her neck, stroking the soft skin of her stomach with his palm. She’d put on a hoodie and panties before they fell asleep, but Katsuki had managed to worm his hand under her shirt at some point in the night.
He basks in the warmth and quiet for a little while longer. Neither of them had any plans for the day, except possibly going on a date. As much as laying around doing nothing the whole day sounds wonderful, he wants to do more with Izuku than fuck, sleep, train and study. Rinse and repeat.
Izuku deserves to be spoiled and treated like the princess she is.
He reaches for his phone on the nightstand. He managed to plug both of their phones in as they were getting into bed, before the cuddle monster grumpily demanded he spoon her. The brat.
He brings the device to his face, rolling slightly away from Izuku to check his phone like most people do first thing in the morning. She’s sleeping like a log next to him, not so much as a twitch from his movements. She’s completely dead to the world.
For a moment, he’s very confused why there’s so many notifications from the class group chat waiting for him when the screen wakes up. He opens the chat, bracing himself for the worst, before an image of him greets his eyes once again.
A devilish smirk cracks across his face as he suddenly remembers, feeling cocky glee fill his heart as he starts to read the responses.
mina: DAMNNNNNNN !!!!!!! RESPECT
ochako: izuku getting the queen treatment she deserves. we love to see it. 🙏
Well, looks like Izuku had been right about the girls knowing. They’re too smart about things like relationships and crushes to not figure it out, he supposes.
mineta: i don’t get what’s happening
jirou: ….. seriously?
mina: blasty is eating mido ouuuuut 🤤👅💦
kirishima: BAKUBRO IS DATING MIDO???????????? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME BRO???
jirou: it was kinda obvious dude
ochako: god I wish that were me. izu’s so lucky
jirou: seriously
mina: at least one of us is cumming tonight 😩
kirishima: babe seriously?
mina: sorry not sorry eiji !!!!!
hagekure: i bet baku makes her cum a lot 😌
ochako: i’d pay good money to watch
mina: ditto 😗
kaminari: is getting eaten out seriously that good?
mina: yes
ochako: yes
jirou: yes
hagakure: yes
yaomomo: yes
mina: izu is literally the luckiest girl in our class
ochako: honestly slayyyy she deserves it
aoyama: i can hear her through the wall 👀 im gay but damn
mina: hey aoyama can I come over
ochako: izuku’s so hot i can’t tell if i want to be bakugo or izuku more
mina: izuku’s pussy is god tier pussy
hagakure: need someone to treat my pussy like that 🫦
sero: midoriya is really hot 👀 don’t kill me blasty
He doesn’t read the rest of the chat, most of the messages are just the girls educating the guys on how good it is to receive. He knows as much, so he turns his phone back off and tosses it somewhere. He also doesn’t appreciate the thirsty messages about his girlfriend.
He is plenty aware the extras had a thing for Izuku, and he’s not the type to share. That photo is as much of Izuku as they’ll ever see.
He grumbles, pulling Izuku onto him as he rolls onto his back, wrapping his arms around her. She stirs awake at the jostling, slipping her leg over his hip so she could settle over him, chest to chest.
The new position pushes their sexes together again. Izuku’s pussy is warm even through two layers of clothes. She looks up at him sleepily, her large eyes half lidded and slowly blinking, pouting for a kiss.
“I think the whole class knows ‘bout us now.” He mumbles against her lips between gentle pecks. Her arms had looped around his neck, shimmying up his body to lay over him face to face. They makeout lazily, the atmosphere warm and cozy without something to do looming over their heads. Izuku grinds her hips gently against him, stirring arousal in his stomach.
“Good. Now they know you’re mine.” She grins cutely, but the possessiveness of her words only egg him on more. He growls, cupping the back of her head with his massive hands, pulling her down to claim her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. She moans, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. They might have to take a rain check on that date.