Men Who Have The Patience Of A Saint. They Respond With Utmost Calmness That Honestly Freaks You Out

Bakugou katsuki is a whimperer.

He tries his hardest to muffle his voice or make his noises into low groans but he cant. You simply feel too good wrapped around him. He just can't seem to stop himself once he really gets into it.

The soft yet oh so whiny moans that he tends to let out while he's moving in and out of your hole slowly. Making sure to feel every inch of you.

Not to mention how loud he is once he picks up the pace. You always seem to end up littered with bite marks and hickeys all over your upper body and the nape of your neck.

In katsuki's mind, his whimpers may be a little embarrassing, but god, do you look pretty all marked up from his sorry attempts at muffling the noises.

this is so awkward but i’m really trying to find this fic i read last year.

it was about armin he was manipulative and basically the whole plot is that they hook up multiple times and y/n catches hard feelings but he was using her then he ghosted her & he wanted her back, she has sex and uses him one last time then ends up dating jean (who was her bsf and in love with her) honestly chatgpt isn’t helping.

Jean Kirstein x reader

Just some fluffy headcanons with him

Jean, who tries to seem like a "cool" guy in front of friends, but with you he is the most gentle, softest, romantic and caring person in the world. And others know about it too, but they play along with him.

Jean, who loves hugging you, kissing you, just touching you, but only outside the public. As soon as you find yourself outside the house, in someone's company, his maximum is to put his arm around your waist or shoulders while he is moving somewhere with you or give you a peck on the cheek when he meeting you. What's going on between you and him should stay just between the two of you.

Jean, who is not afraid or shy of his mother when he is with you. He always visits his mother several times a month with you, and tries not to be so embarrassed when his mother shows her love for her son (In addition, she will fatten and hug you too, telling you about what a sweet child her Jeanbo was, and various compromising stories from childhood).

Jean, who loves unexpectedly poke you lightly in the stomach, tickle you or slap your ass to attract your attention to himself when he lacks it (for example, if you work at home, study or are just busy). He really likes it when you grumble under your breath, try to get out of his arms, although you smile and enjoy his touches and eventually give up, allowing him to lie on your lap or hug you from behind.

Jean, who likes to sit with you in the kitchen while you cook, chat with you, or just flip through the music on the phone that he turned on for you. He doesn't cook very well (only his favorite rice omelet, although he always asks you to cook it anyway, because "you make it tastier”), so you do it. But then he's happy to help you with the cleaning, taking the brunt of washing the dishes on himself.

Jean, who eats A LOT. He can sweep everything, just because he's really hungry. As a man in the prime of life, he has a fast metabolism, and it's just that this huge body needs to be supported with a lot of food. Sometimes you complain to his mom that you can't feed this piggy because he sometimes eats everything in the fridge.

Jean, who can be very grumpy in the morning, hates alarm clocks and swears, but as soon as you wake up to the end, go up to him swearing, stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the jaw or cheek, the forces finally awaken in him, and this is your gentle Jeanbo again, who breaks into a smile and is ready to move mountains For you.

Jean, who hates shopping (only if clothes or other things are chosen for him, because the long wait, standing, irritates him terribly), but loves to see you in new outfits and buy them for you, just because he can afford it, and you have a sense of style and You always find good things. So he definitely won't go shopping with you, but he'll be happy to pay for everything you need.

Jean, who sometimes starts just doing push-ups or pull-ups on a horizontal bar that he made for himself, just to jokingly impress you. He starts breathing heavily and puffing on purpose, because he knows that it’s making you laugh at him. Although you really always appreciate how professionally and technically he performs all the exercises.

Katsuki Bakugou has an unspoken list of things you do that makes him fall deeper in love every time you do them.

-When he sees you making coffee for him in the morning in his T-shirt

-When he sees your bare back after you take the T-shirt off to change and his heart swells with pride at how built you’ve gotten from training with him

-When he’s rambling about an insignificant part of his day, not only do you listen and smile but you always ask the best questions and give him the best advice

-When you ramble about some random topic he couldn’t care less about but you make it the most interesting thing in the world because it’s you talking about it

-When you get into a play fight with him overly confident that you’d win just to get pinned to the floor every single time

-When you call him out on his bullshit, especially when he realizes you have different levels of sternness depending on how pissed you are

-When you eat every particle of the meal he just cooked for you. His pride radiates off of him and fills your heart in return

-When he’s fucking you so good you can’t kiss him back or when he’s fucking you so good that your legs start to tremble around him

-When you notice he’s worried you might be hurt during sex because of the tears streaming down your cheeks due to overstimulation and you pull him into a sloppy kiss to tell him everything is fine (you can’t talk in that state)

-When you realize he’s about to cum because his thrusts get more chaotic and you wrap your legs around his hips/waist so tight he can’t help but cum inside you

dating hc’s

k.bkg x f!reader

warnings: cursing

a/n: my first k.bkg post !!😋 this is a bit short because i wanted a quick writing break from all the outsiders stuff

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very loyal; he holds himself up high, theres no way he would ever cheat on someone

not very pda like during his highschool years, most he would do is hold your hand but kisses and hugs are not likely during school

loves to brag about you subtly

“what do you mean shes weak? y/n’s more capable of beating me then any of you extras !”

“tch, talk bad about her one more time and ill kick your ass.”

even with a girlfriend, he still goes to bed at 8pm, he’ll try forcing you to do the same

“dumbass if you keep sleeping late (10pm mind you.) then you’ll start lacking in training.”

secretly loves whenever you steal his clothes and wears it around him, especially if its in the common room

gets jealous super easily, doesn’t matter if you’ve known a guy since childhood, he’ll never trust any guy around you (he wouldn’t tell you unless it becomes an issue)

hes actually bad at comforting. during highschool, hes not the best at understanding emotions. he would try his best but it might not be enough for everyone.

“stop overthinking dumbass, your stupid if you think i’d ever look at someone else.”

“you seriously think your not pretty enough for me? you must be sick in the head.”

the only way he’d actually date you is if you were capable of taking him on in a fight.

loves to cook for you, not that he’d admit it. he would sometimes leave bentos of food outside your door, coincidentally your favorite dishes

only wants to spar with you or the baku squad, anyone else would have to be because of class

the first one to visit you if you ever got injured

was scared to hold your hand at first because he’s naturally sweaty but you didnt mind at all

would be even cuter if your quirk made you naturally more dry; making you love to hold his hand

doesn’t use any ‘exotic’ pet names, mostly uses your name or baby/babe, once in a blue moon he would say sweetheart

“im going down to the store later, do you want me to get you anything y/n?”

“tch, keep cutting your vegetables like that and you’re gonna cut your hand. give me the knife baby.”

a lot of stay home movie dates, because you need to get authorized to leave the dorms, most of the time you guys just watch stuff in each other’s dorms

your first kiss was on accident. bakugou tripped and fell on your face during sparring

doesnt like people touching his hair or styling it but he would allow you to play with it

because of the fact hes trying to be the #1 hero, it might seem like he has no time for you, but if you tell him he’ll just say your dumb for thinking that and give you a kiss on the forehead

loves being the big spoon because it makes him feel like he can protect you

tries to teach you how to cook but he always ends up taking over

loves being affectionate behind closed doors after not doing an pda the whole day

has your contact name as mrs. explosion murder 🧡💥 or just y/n 🧡

was super scared during his kidnapping because of the fact he didn’t know if he would see you again

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if you love me right then who knows? ✧.*

bnha various x pop star! reader

ya! pro-hero characters (teacher! izuku for his section), a little nsfw but mostly cute/fluff headcanons, as always please read responsibly🤍 i love you ms carpenter

song (album, technically): short n’ sweet

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

- katsuki at the height of his career, may possibly be the most famous person in the country. men and women alike adore him, and its rare he can go out without cameras in his face and people asking for autographs. he, of course, doesn’t filter any of his annoyance. his pr team works overtime for him. he’s learned that being famous is fickle and fleeting. he’s made up his mind that if the world only gives him 15 minutes, he’d light it up so bright no one could forget it. its who he is ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

- he’s already very popular. so when the news of pro-hero dynamite and rising star [y/n] [l/n] had allegedly begun seeing each other? they freak out. 

- he doesn’t bother to hide it, anyway. you meet at some fancy gala. you’re both there for publicity, and by the time you run into him, he’s ready to go home. but there’s something about your voice, the way everyone seems to adore you, that reels him in. somehow, he finds himself in your good graces, and now he’s thought of you every night since then.

- before you, he’d only listen to hard rock, and was kind of an asshole about it. that doesn’t change, but now when he hits shuffle one of your glittery girly songs will play. and yes, he listens all the way through. ꕥ

- theres video compilations of him bringing you up during interviews. its second nature to him, being wrapped around your finger. but he’s also quick to bite anyone who even thinks of talking bad about you. he’s yours, and wants the whole world to know it. he’d never admit this, but he’s scared of messing up. he doesn’t want to give you reasons to him, or to be a motherfucker that embarrasses you. if he can help out, he never wants to be the reason for your next breakup album.

- he’s your biggest supporter. he often gets fed up with the paparazzi and their invasiveness, especially when all he wants to do is watch his partner perform. however, he has a soft spot for your fans, the ones who have supported you and gotten you all the love you deserve. he claims friendship bracelets and hats are dumb but doesn’t hesitate to receive bracelets your fans make at concerts. most of the time, its brightly coloured beads with song lyrics or little inside jokes from your fandom. he once got a bracelet that was dynamite-themed and he keeps it on his dresser. he loves being accepted by you and the people that love you.

- he has 100 reasons to be cocky, and the fact that theres songs you’ve written about him is one of them. you’re out here singing about good bed chem and making tongue paintings and everyone knows he’s what inspired it. makes sense when you look at him.

- oh, and speaking of concerts? he can’t be there every time- hero work is demanding- but for you? he’s flexible. watching you perform makes his entire week. he’ll watch from the wings, nodding along with the beat, his heart swelling when he hears you belt and hold the note. the best part is what the audience doesn’t get to see- him catching you as you run to him, kissing your head and spinning you around, telling you how proud he is.

“i’m glad you made it.” you gleam, almost forgetting to turn your mic off so no one else gets to hear. he wipes a little sweat off your head, almost a little envious at how good you can look after a 2 hour show.

“of course, idiot.” he smirks. “wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

- that night, he gives you 8 inches and 3 new song ideas ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

SHOUTO TODOROKI

- fun fact: shouto is voted most handsome pro-hero of the year, right after hawks ᢉ𐭩

- despite his massive popularity, he’s the most private on this list. he knows what its like to have to smile for the cameras, to keep things looking neat and pretty, all for an act. so as much as possible, he tries to keep the good in his life to himself. he’s never seen an ugly truth that couldn’t be bent into something that looks better.

- he worries he’s making it hard for you to love him. you’re always patient, saying you can take it, that you also want something very private. but god, do you make it hard for him. even when the rumours of your relationship swirl, he’s tempted to just come out and confirm it so he doesn’t have to feel the uncertainty.

- all of his worries wash away, however, when he hears lyrics about him. it makes his heart ache, even when it’s something simple, that you want him to miss you or want him to think of you when he holds someone else (not that he’d be holding anyone other than you). people can speculate who you’re writing about, but its little gift to him that he’s privy to it.

- he will not miss a single award show with you. because you two are so private, the fans go crazy or even small interactions between you two. theres grainy footage of you two talking and holding hands with everyone crashing out in the comment section (😭)

- his siblings loveeeeee your music. them, living more normal, less famous lives, have the privilege of seeing your concerts without being bothered or questioned. fuyumi streams your album’s religiously and drags natsuo and his girlfriend along as well. you tossed her a guitarl pick once and she hasn’t emotionally recovered from it, let alone the fact that her little brother is dating you ৻ꪆ

- he takes it as a blessing everyday that he gets to see your process. he specifically loves creating album covers with you. you asked him if, hypothetically, he wanted to be on the cover for the deluxe version and he blanked out. you have to remind him that he’s literally the entire package, that he fits perfectly, and that you can’t resist that face of his, and that you both arrive at the same time.

- like katsuki, he also enjoys attending your concerts. he happily embraces you, knowing that while the audience got you for an entire show, he gets to have you for as long as you’ll love him. he makes sure to hold you on his right side in case you’re overheating from the performance.

“here, let me grab these for you.” he says, helping you undo your performance outfits, unzipping the chunky glitters and fluorescent fabrics. he thinks that there isn’t a single colour that looks bad on you, but can’t imagine what its like to wear these for hours at a time.

“thanks, shouto.” you hum happily, already looking at the tweets.

[randomfan1]: guys i swear i saw shouto at [y/n]’s show tonight

IZUKU MIDORIYA

- unlike the other two on this list, he’s not famous. he’s spent a few years now teaching, and its a job he’s learned to love. its humble, and quiet, but he can’t help but feel like some part of it is missing. he started to entertain the idea that he’d end this life alone.

- he meets you at a party. you’re a friend of a friend, and he still can’t believe that he has a real, breathing famous singer in front of him. not only that, but you notice him in a room of other celebrities. he was bound to fall for you the moment your eyes made contact.

- much like shouto, he keeps it private. even if he did, he wouldn’t have very many people to tell. his friends were the reason he even met you. his mom adores you. who does that leave, his students? he’s humble, even when he’s dating the most gorgeous and talented person to ever breathe.

- he loves being in the studio with you. it started out with just little sessions, kissing while talking, watching you tune your guitar and play little notes on your piano. then he became the first person to hear your demos and rough drafts. now? he has song writing credits in your newest album ❤︎₊ ⊹

- his ideas give you so much more than just butterflies. he has this way of finishing your sentences, knowing and feeling the exact vision you had for a piece. every now and then, he’ll flick through your notebook and find verses that sound awfully familiar. he wonders if he’s the guy who’s “jacked and kind” and who “talks sweet when you’re doing bad things.” he won’t say anything at first, but he’ll nestle his head between your legs and give you more things to write about.

- he’s an empath. he knows how exhausting it is sometimes, having all your moves watched and studies and scrutinized. he sees you always acting, always trying to be beautiful, and it kills him that its such a natural part of fame. for that reason, he makes sure his apartment is a safe house for you, and that his bed is a secret oasis. he’d do anything for you. ❦.

- he attends when he has the time, standing in the crowd alongside your other fans. he always feels a rush to his cheeks when he hears you belting those lines, knowing their for him. its a secret he loves having, and one that he’d love to talk about when you’re ready. he always puts you first.

“stuck?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you, watching you as you tap your pen against the paper.

“yeah, i keep thinking of you instead of the song.” you groan, laying your head back on his bicep. he just laughs.

“i thought i inspired you?” he kisses your cheek. while normally nervous around others, you bring out the side of that’s comfortable teasing and playing with you.

“you do inspire me.” you smile. “but its not helping right now.”

he cups your face in his calloused, lips ghosting over yours. “maybe i need to give you better ideas, then.” he says, before kissing you deeply.

“yeah, maybe.”

shut up i’m busy having a fake relationship with a fictional character right now

my personal bakugou hc is that he learns spanish just to talk his shit in peace without getting publicly shamed.

But then he meets spanish speaking reader, who hears him flip out (in spanish.) about how is coffee order is wrong so she rolls her eyes and brings up a new cup (she did it because he reminded her of her Pomeranian at home.)

He’s shell shocked and embarrassed at the whole ordeal but comes back next week and tests the waters by speaking spanish to reader

i don't know how to explain this. it's like bakugou's love chub. his primitive cute aggression. his massive domesticity kink. but it's also a praise thing. it's all of it.

but i think — it's just another night that's allowed katsuki to be home with you. cooking dinner, cleaning up, maybe you're both even in the mood to shower together; you wash his hair and spike it up with shampoo and he smiles a little when you laugh, with your wet eyelashes and soapy head and you just kind of — play.

it softens him up a ridiculous amount, and later when you're in bed with your ankles on his shoulders, smelling like his body-wash, he literally has to focus on keeping himself together just to last. hides in your neck with his face all scrunched up, goosebumps breaking out across his skin every time you moan softly in his ear. you whisper his name and he has to stop the rhythm of his hips, just to breathe through his nose and calm down because he is so in love with you that it makes him sick.

everything is perfect until the phone rings.

and he's been in a good mood all night. hasn't been thinking about work, any of the investigations he's gonna have to dig into when he goes back. deku is out of his hair for once, he's not too sore from hitting the gym with kirishima earlier. all he wants is just this evening with you and — he refuses to let it go, at first.

your hands on his shoulders lighten enough that he digs his fingers into your hips, pulls you in to meet his every thrust a little harder. it has him hitting a soft spot deep inside of you that makes your knees shake, and you angle your head a certain way so that he can see the wanton expression on your face, the drop of your mouth as you keen.

some of his surliness has woken up and he can feel it creeping up his spine, pushing him out of his head a little bit, and though he's thankful it'll give him the grip he needs to last — especially as he watches your eyes roll back — it's pissing him off, to be interrupted. fuck the phone, he thinks, fuck everybody—

and then it rings again.

your eyes snap open, and katsuki can feel the moment shatter. bitterly, at least for him; you don't look mad, sympathetic more than anything, with the small curve of your smile as you peer up at him. your change in demeanor feels final, and he sits back up on his knees with a fucking irritated groan, from deep in his chest.

you laugh, even though he's grumbling out every curse word he's ever learned. "it might be important!"

"don't fuckin' care," the number on the caller id is unknown, and he scowls as he looks down at it. scowls even harder when you try to sit up, too, when you try to wiggle away. in order to keep you, he secures his arm around your waist and rolls, sitting back up against the pillows with you straddling his lap.

you squeal and laugh, tightening up around him enough that he grunts out a strained gasp — and then you're laughing again. and this is not how he wanted this to go.

katsuki answers the call like, "what?" and there's a defeaning silence on the other end, like he's frightened them — and he fucking hopes he has — and it draws on so long that he's about to hang up, until some pre-recorded voice chimes in about his car's extended warranty. "are you fucking kidding me!"

you laugh again, real and loud this time as he tosses the stupid thing half-way across the room.

"oh my—katsuki, that was so—"

"fuckin' bullshit ass fuckin' interrupting me 'n—" everything burns: his ears and his face and his neck, and he knows you're not laughing at him, but he doesn't want you smiling like that.

no, he wants you with your head thrown back and your throat bared, and sometimes he's able to angle it so that these little tears come to your eyes and it's so. fucking—drives him insane, that he's the one that's—

"okay, okay," you cup his face in your hands until he frowns at you, and then you give him several tiny kisses that taste like pity. "where were we?"

and just because this bullshit had to happen, he grabs you by the hips a little roughly, too eager to get back to where you were before, and he knows it's much deeper at this angle, with you on top of him, and hearing the strangled little moan that comes spilling out of you — makes it a little better.

your arms go around his neck immediately, fingers digging into his hair in a way that knocks some of his annoyance out. the sharp tug, the sting on his scalp grounds him a little bit; katsuki gasps and it's all you, with his mouth against your throat, breathing in nothing but you. he can feel the change when you take over, helping yourself to dropping down onto him with an intensity that makes you both groan.

the whole disturbance has almost completely left him; you're warm and wet, slick in a way that makes his eyes roll back, and he can tell by the shake of your shoulders that you're taken by how deep he's reaching inside you.

and then you — fucking giggle again.

katsuki groans, screwing his face up. "quit it," he mumbles into your neck. "'so fuckin' funny?"

"nothing, nothing," but a smile is evident in your voice, broken only by a desperate little curse that makes his stomach drop. "i just—ah, fuck, katsuki—i just love you."

the tension in his balls almost snaps at that; how soft you say his name, how easy you are with your feelings—for him, for him—how happy you sound. doesn't necessarily make him gasp, but he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding and wraps his arms around you. tugs you closer under your chest is against his, panting against one another.

katsuki's not typically a talker, besides numerous curses and the warning when he's gonna cum; it makes him shy in a way he can't explain, like he's gonna say the wrong thing and turn you off.

but now—

he doesn't mean to, really, but he grips you tightly, puts his mouth to your ear, and let's himself moan quietly. "yeah?"

"yeah," your voice goes up an octave, nearly a whine, and you jerk in his lap haphazardly, like you're so lost to the feeling of him inside of you that you can't think straight. "yeah, fuck—you—" another laugh, though this time it makes his heart throb. how genuine it is. "you're so funny sometimes, you—always make me laugh."

makes you laugh, and not because he's an embarrassment or a failure or an idiot, but because you think he's funny. because he lights something up inside you that makes you smile with all your teeth, that makes you so happy that you have to let it out.

very minutely, so small that you don't even notice, katsuki shakes his head a bit. almost like a nuzzle into you, but he's just—bad at handling this stuff. it's makes his head spin, cotton between his ears, a taut string in his stomach.

you thread your fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp, and tilt his head up. you don't kiss him, but your mouth is open over his, lips touching. it's such a fucking tease, but he can see the blissed out look on your face, can feel you fluttering around him.

"you're—my best friend, y'know?"

it actually makes him moan—loud, and he has to pull away from you a little bit just to blink. something builds in his chest so rapidly, he thinks he might drown. the back of his eyes sting, like he's gonna fucking cry.

"fuck—" he stutters, fighting his best not to slip too far. "f-fuck, wait—"

but it's useless; you always swallow him whole.

"you're—" you sigh against him, so content and safe and comfortable, right here in his arms. "wouldn't want to be with anyone else."

in the future, katsuki's gonna look back on this and feel pathetic: how hard he's trying to buck up into you, even if it is throwing your rhythm off; how severely his back curls into you; how hard he cums—just from you being so soft on him.

it's like his brain disconnects from the stem entirely, rocketing him into limbo somewhere where everything is light and smells like you, tastes like dinner you've made together, feels like your sudsy hair in his hands.

he might actually die. his heart's not the best, after all.

either way, crashing back into himself hurts. all his muscles pull and spasm and he grips your ass cheek so hard that you yelp. you drain everything—everything—from him and he can already feel the mess that's leaking between the two of you and you haven't even—

"what was that about?"

you're still holding his face when he opens his eyes, bleary. and you're smiling.

"shud'up," he murmurs, probably flushed down to his ass. "nothin'."

you bounce in his lap until he jerks up, and it's then he realizes he keeps closing his eyes. literally drained. you laugh again and you're so happy and pleased, even though you're sweaty and breathing just as hard as he is, and you kiss his cheeks and start rattling off, like the brat you live to be.

"and i like your eyes and the little freckle on your neck and that little chip in your tooth and how you always smell so sweet and..."

𖧹katsuki bakugou x fem reader

𖧹smut; katsuki makes you record him eating you out.

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𖧹mdni

“just like that” he says, red eyes glancing at the phone in your hand, the camera pulled up as you zoom in on the way his lips ghost over your cunt. “make sure you hold it still."

he's scheduled for a two week long mission out of the country and he needs something to tie him over.

you try— really try to keep the camera steady, but the first swipe of his tongue through your slick folds has you gasping, your entire body jolting as the camera tilts upward, catching only the crown of his spiky blonde hair. his tongue is hot, firm, and deliberate as it drags from your entrance to your clit, circling it just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

"fuck," you breathe, scrambling to fix the angle. you bring the phone down, focusing on his sharp jaw and the way it moves as he devours you, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck softly. you can barely suppress the moan that builds in your throat, your head pressing back into the pillow as your chest heaves.

katsuki doesn't let up, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nub with maddening precision. the lewd sounds of his mouth- wet, sticky, and unrelenting-are captured perfectly by the microphone, the obscene audio only adding to your growing arousal.

you’re so lost in the pleasure that you forget what you’re supposed to be doing, letting the phone in your hand drop until nothing but darkness can be seen.

his mouth pulls away with an audible pop, and your hazy eyes snap open at the sudden loss of contact. his brow furrows, a sharp growl rumbling from his chest. "don't make me fucking repeat myself," he snaps, his voice gruff and commanding, but the fire in his gaze betrays just how much he's enjoying watching you squirm.

he reaches up, gripping your wrist with his calloused fingers to guide your hand—and the phone— back to where he wants it. "hold it steady, or i'll make you start all over."

you whimper softly at his words, the threat sending a shiver down your spine. his eyes flash with mischief as he watches you struggle to comply, your hand trembling with the effort to keep the camera on him.

"good," he mutters, dipping his head back down between your thighs. "now don't fuck it up again."

his tongue returns to your clit, flicking and swirling and sucking with a precision that has your thighs threatening to clamp tightly around his head. his blonde hair tickles your inner thighs and the phone shakes slightly.

"katsuki," you moan, your voice high-pitched and breathless. he growls in response, his eyes snapping up to meet yours through the lens of the phone. the intensity in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, heat pooling low in your belly. you look away.

"look at me," he commands, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. his lips are glistening, his face slick with your arousal as he nips at your inner thigh. "i want you to see this. I want you to remember who makes you fall apart like this when I'm gone."

his possessiveness ignites something inside you, and you nod weakly, barely able to process his words as his tongue returns to its assault. he's ruthless now, his movements faster and more deliberate, his lips and tongue working in tandem to push you closer to the edge. the knot in your stomach tightens, your legs beginning to shake as pleasure consumes you.

he chuckles against your core, the vibrations only adding to the unbearable pleasure. the wet sounds of his mouth working your over are obscene, loud enough to be caught on the recording. you can barely focus on keeping your composure, let alone holding the phone steady.

"you close, baby?" he asks, his voice muffled as he sucks your clit into his mouth. "I can feel you shaking. come on, let it go. let me hear those pretty fucking sounds as you cum on my tongue."

his words are your undoing. your back arches off the bed, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your climax crashes over you. the phone trembles in your hand, your grip faltering as waves of pleasure roll through you. he doesn't stop, his tongue continuing to lap at you, dragging out your orgasm until you're left a trembling, gasping mess.

when he finally pulls away, his lips are curved into a smug grin, face coated in your arousal and he couldn't look happier. "good girl," he praises, his voice low and husky. he takes the phone from your weak grip, tapping the screen to review the footage with a satisfied hum. "this'll keep me entertained while I'm gone."

you collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent, chest heaving as you catch your breath. katsuki sets the phone on the nightstand, crawling up your body until his lips hover over yours. he kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, before pulling back just enough to whisper against your mouth.

"don't think we're done yet," he murmurs, his tone dark and teasing. "i've got a whole week to make up for. might as well record me fucking that tight little pussy next."

his words make your breath hitch, and you can't help the shiver that runs through you as he smirks, his hands already roaming your body in preparation for round two.