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[sukisangel]

I got bored and listened to the song Ex-Girlfriend by Melina KB. This is the outcome <3

“Camie. It’s good to see you.” His mom squeals as she stands from the table and hugs the model sized girls.

“It’s amazing to see you too Mitsuki!” Her ruby red lips smile before she looks to you. Her head cocks to the side like a confused puppy. What you wouldn’t give to knock that pretty little head off her slender shoulders.

You shake your head a bit before you give her a smile and stand from the outdoor dining table.

“Whose this?” She looks at Mitsuki who has a genuine smile as she looks at Camie. You listen to how Mitsuki explains that you’re Bakugou’s new girlfriend, that you’ve been dating him for over a year now.

Camie Utsushimi. You envied everything about her. How pretty she was. How she was good at everything. How happy Bakugou looked in photos with her from homecoming, prom, graduation.

Though you loathed the way she broke him. She had built the man before your eyes and torn him down in the blink of an eye like he was nothing but trash under her designer kitten heels.

He told her that he wanted to marry her, she rejected him, broke up with him on the spot and said she was seeing someone else, all in the same breath.

Even though it had been three years since the two had broken up, Camie still lingered.

The scarf his mom wore that Camie bought her for her birthday last year. Her phone number being favorited in bakugou’s phone until a few months back when he asked you to call someone for him. The way her name would pop up during stories from his friends and his face twisted up into regret and sadness.

The gold bracelet you found in his bathroom when you were looking for some rubbing alcohol, love notes stashed away in random places.

You couldn’t not envy her.

“Y/n, Y/n? Sweetheart see you alright?” You jumped when you felt a warm hand on your cheek, your eyes made contact with Mitsuki’s.

“Yeah, I’m.. I’m.. I’m not okay.” You whisper as you sit back down, Camie is long gone now, leaving just you and your boyfriends mother.

“Is it Camie?”

You silently nod

“You know, I prefer you over her.”

Your head shoots up as you look at the gorgeous blonde woman.

“Yeah, I mean, she shattered Katsuki, my son and I may have our differences but I’ll still be mama bear when I need too. She was also super bossy and only ever cared about looks. She never took an interest in stuff Katsuki liked. Always got on my nerves.” She sips her coffee like nothing happened. Like she didn’t just settle your nerves in a second.

“Honestly, I’m still only friendly with her because I like the gifts she sends.” She snickers and sets her cup down.

Your mouth opens as you stare at the woman. She snickers again “Honey, close your mouth, you’ll catch flies, now come on, we have to meet our boys at the restaurant down the street.”

You stand up with her and she locks her arm with yours. “You’ll never have to compete with her, I promise, Katsuki is head over heels for you.”

“Promise?” You ask her softly.

“Promise.” She confirms.

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“She didn’t need to be saved. She needed to be found and appreciated for exactly who she was.”

— j. iron word

[sukisangel]

Unfinished Business- Chapter 1

Summary: You never imagined Bakugou would fall in love with you, and you certainly never imagined you’d break up with him. But he did. And you do. And now there’s too many pieces for one person to pick up. 

Genre: angst, possible smut in further chapters

Word Count: 2,430

Chapter warnings: cussing, reader has a quirk (can produce a neurotoxin that can temporarily paralyze enemies or temporarily take away pain; cannot produce both types at the same time; does not work on self)

A/N- song I listened to while writing: At Least by Jessica Baio; this chapter is formatted a bit differently, as it’s mostly a precursor to the main story, and I kinda got carried away creating a basis for the relationship with Bakugou. Oops? Reblogs/comments greatly appreciated! <3

When you first met Pro-Hero Dynamight, it had been pure chance. He’d been on his way to starting his own agency but still putting in hours as one of his old mentor’s best heroes.

You weren’t sure what made Jeanist think you’d be a promising duo, but he was insistent on pairing the two of you up on patrol, despite the large gap in experience.

And it wasn’t that you weren’t a good hero, with a quirk suited for both attack and rescue; you were lucky you’d gotten so much time in the field. But despite all this, Bakugou still felt miles ahead of you in experience, something he was sure to remind you of when you went on your first patrol together.

It wasn’t a secret that the blonde was prickly and had a temper, and as much as he respected his mentor, he clearly wasn’t happy about being partnered up. He’d insisted for the first hour that he worked better alone because ‘he didn’t have to worry about anyone keeping up with him.

The irony that he was trailing behind you the whole time wasn’t lost on you as you pretended to listen, scanning the dark streets for any disturbances while he grumbled, strutting like he owned the entire city.

He was insufferable, tugging on a strand of your hair every time he felt like maybe you weren’t paying attention to his bragging. He was so caught up in pestering you that you almost missed the black-clad figure crawling out of an upper apartment window with a backpack slung over their shoulder.

You’d taken off first, Bakugou cursing behind you, and after a brief chase, you couldn’t help but laugh, panting with the robber incapacitated beneath your knee.

“I thought no one could keep up with you, Dynamight,” you’d teased when he stopped next to you, puffing. He’d froze, and for a moment, you were sure he was gonna blow you up right then and there, and then he’d laughed.

Full-on laughed like the sound had started in his toes and worked its way up, and you’d been so startled that he only laughed harder.

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lmg this is SO GOOD!! Y’all have yo read it 🤩🤩

LILAC & SWEETHEARTS (3.7k)

— strip club owner!bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS: posing as a stripper at your boyfriend’s strip club definitely makes his birthday a happy one

CONTENTS: fem!reader in lingerie, minors dni, doggy position lol, handjob, she spits on his dick, grinding, kissing obvs, established relationship, unprotected sex

NOTES: so as soon as i finished this drabble i started this and it has been in my drafts for months!! here it is all complete. a lil au. also i’m a couple followers away from 9k so thank u all for that :)

since the clock struck twelve, bakugou katsuki was immersed in an overwhelming feeling that he wanted to go home. it was almost similar to the childlike excitement when he was younger, counting down for the hours of his birthday or even christmas to see what gifts he’s got. 

now that excitement has become irritable because it is currently one hour into his birthday and he’s still stuck behind his office desk, filing away paperwork and watching the security cameras.

he wants to spend his first birthday with you, with you. in bed with his face in your neck and your hands on his chest. but nope, his strip club won't run itself. 

and he swears he wasn’t like this before, usually he wouldn’t give a shit about his birthday, treating it like it was any other day on the calendar, he just adds a new number to his identity. but you’ve yet to text him the two words. it is one in the morning, the excuse that you’re asleep is very likely but most days you’re up until at least three watching some shitty drama so that’s another thing to irritate him. he’s not actually sure if any of the girls working tonight or his security knows it’s his birthday, it’s not like he's told them… and now he feels like an idiotic preteen upset nobody’s remembered.

well, at least it’s a few more hours until he gets to barge down your apartment doors and cuddle you to sleep.

bakugou loosens his tie slightly, fingers brushing through his hair as he focuses on the statistics on his computer screen. more money than last month and triple from this time last year. he can’t even find it in himself to be happy about that because he’s still sulking he hasn’t been told happy birthday yet.

when someone does storm into his office, without knocking may he add, it’s one of his girls. sakura is a regular. she’s here at least four times a week and a favourite. a real moneymaker from her sultry dance moves and her ability to have a man spending racks without even touching them. bakugou always makes sure she gets her tips with bonuses on top. also helps she’s a genuinely lovely person and always keeps you under her wing when you come around to visit him. she’s got a silk robe on top of her lingerie set and her eyes are alarmed, mouth open to speak before bakugou can cuss her for not knocking.

“sorry bakugou, there’s some trouble going on at door five! a client’s too drunk to get out and won’t leave one of the girls alone,” she splutters, already stepping out to lead bakugou to the scene.

“of all fuckin’ days,” bakugou grunts, grabbing for his baseball bat under his desk and stomping in the direction of door five. 

his frown is set heavy on his features, disgust at the tip of his tongue. sure, he gets why men come to strip clubs, there’s no shame with it if they don’t end up acting like fucking idiots. he has his bat loosely in the tips of his fingers because he only uses it as an extra deterrent. usually just the sight of him gets another man rattled.

“in there bakugou! we heard a scream or two!”

bakugou swings the mahogany door open, the plush red carpet and black leather u-shaped sofa looking back at him. nobody is in here.

“the fuck? was this the right room? nobody’s fuckin’ here?” he frowns, annoyance further settling in his bones as he spins back around to see sakura looking back at him with a fox-like grin on her cheeks.

“happy birthday, sir,” she smiles, as two new hands come up from behind bakugou to place a black blindfold over his eyes. 

“hah? you better not be doin’ what i think you are?!” he shouts, finger pointing out as he hears the door shut and lock before him. he drops the baseball bat when he feels a smaller figure lightly push him down onto the sofa. 

small palms paw at his chest, under his blazer and over his shirt and bakugou begins to growl. he was not planning on firing one of his girls today.

he grabs both wrists with a single hand, pushing the girl away as his other hand comes up to rip off his blindfold, “this isn’t fuckin’ funny. you know i have a girl.”

bakugou’s eyes widen to the shape of golf balls, his mouth parting like he’s about to start salivating. 

you stand before him, donning the sexiest albeit cutest lilac lingerie set he’s ever seen. you’re pure sin, thin dainty lace covering your tits with your nipples peeking out. there’s barely any fabric covering your pussy and he already knows when you spin around your whole ass is out, ready for him to hold in his palms. to finally kill him, you’ve got these knee-high socks, pulled up and clipped to a garter. knee high socks have always been bakugou’s weakness.

you’re dressed like one of his girls, hair and make-up similar to his strippers and he has a feeling sakura helped you out too. you’re gorgeous, so beautiful and his head is just repeating for him to touch, touch, touch.

you pout at him, the tiniest bit sad he pushed you off but ultimately gleeful at how disgusted he was to have a stranger on top of him. you’re going to reward him tonight, give him the happiest of birthdays. 

you bat your eyelashes at him, these super long ones that kiss your cheeks at every blink. you stay where you are though, hands behind your back to push your tits out as a sneaky smile spreads slowly across your cheeks.

“i was told you were ordered a stripper for your birthday. i can leave if you want, pretty boy? i’m sure i’ll get more tips at the front.” you purr, tilting your head to the side as you watch your boyfriend, still in shock, gazing over your body.

you love the attention and katsuki loves you, especially standing like a precious angel before him.

“fuck… when? how?” he splutters, trying to shuffle to sit up properly but you place a single finger on his lips. he almost goes cross-eyed from your perfume consuming him, even the lightest touch from you has him going a little loopy.

“shh, i heard it’s your birthday,” you smile, glossy lips reflecting off the dim lighting in the room. bakugou is transfixed, “can i put a show on for you? i promise you’ll like it.”

then it’s like the switch to the airflow back in katsuki’s head comes on as he sits up with a smirk but his eyes are still glazed over at the sight of you. “‘course baby. thought everyone fuckin’ forgot. but you were back here plannin’ this for me.”

you roll your eyes, breaking your character for a second as you whine, “i’m supposed to be a stripper, ‘suki! pretend you don’t know me!”

katsuki nods like an excited puppy, his hands about to grab at your hips, “no touching. naughty boys don’t get to touch.” you snap and katsuki’s grin widens, his hands laying limply on either side of him.

yes, he’s thought about you doing this to him. being an owner of a strip club, with loads of half naked women surrounded by him daily he thought he’d almost be immune to it. especially hearing and seeing what his girls go through daily. but sitting here, eyes lazed as you turn around to slot your ass over his very quickly hardening cock, he realises he’s just another stupidly horny man desperate for a pretty girl to touch him. luckily for him, the pretty girl is already his and he’s already yours.

you turn around and look back over your shoulder, your lips parted in amusement. your boyfriend bites on his plump bottom lip, fingers curled into fists as he tries to obey your orders. technically they’re his own orders for men not to touch his girls but already he’s ready to beg and moan.

you nudge your ass against the lump in his dress slacks, your hands holding yourself up on his knees. your ass is right before him, so round and squishy he wants to bite. 

“oh fuck baby, you’re so good to me, so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles in a dreamy tone, fingers dying to feel your skin. you giggle, like his pain means nothing to you. you rub back on him harder, opening your legs so he can feel the warmth between your thighs. you lightly sigh when he brushes your clit.

“you like that sir? this is my first night tonight, i hope i’m doing okay?” you ask in a scandalously sweet voice and you hear bakugou whine, fingertips brushing the back of your knees.

“yeah, love it. y’look beautiful, shit you’re like a fuckin’ doll,” he drawls and you grin, spinning around to straddle his lap.

“thank you, sir,” you grin, keeping in character and ignoring the way his pupils drop to your tits in your bra to between your legs, the damp patch darker than the rest of the fabric. “can i kiss your neck? maybe take him out?” 

you tilt your head delicately, one hand caressing his neck as your hand holds him through his trousers. you almost want to laugh at how his face tilts to yours, lips pouting because usually at this point he’d slam your lips to his for a wet sloppy kiss and stuff his hand in your panties to play with your clit. his whole body is reacting to you, needy and begging without using his words. you know he will soon.

“yeah ‘course you can, sweetheart. don’t need to ask,” he licks his lips, hips tilting up and head leaning to the side for space. he’s so handsome, annoyingly so with his gold tooth shining when he smirks and his massive hand raking through his blonde locks since he can’t touch you. he’s not wearing a tie since he was locked in his office previously so with a couple of buttons of his white shirt undone you can see your name tattooed across his collarbone. 

your nimble hands are busy at his crotch, undoing his chunky branded belt around his waist at the same time you kiss him for the first time on his birthday. your lips are sticky with gloss, leaving glittering prints across the length of his neck. bakugou is putty in your hands, his own hands sliding up to your thighs and you let him, even forgetting your own rule.

he’s moaning like a fool, lightly squeezing your flesh and leaning his head back on the sofa behind him. you’re nibbling on the junction of his neck and shoulder when you tuck your hand into his underwear, taking out his heavy manhood.

you trace the tips of your fingers up and down him and bakugou can’t keep the words from spilling out his mouth, “holy… holy fuckin’ shit. d’you think you could spit on me, sweetheart? feels good when you do.” 

you smile against his neck, pressing and biting along his adam’s apple and holding the base of his cock. you look down at him between you, standing loud and tall. 

“only because you asked so politely, sir,” you say and he’s obsessed with your pretty concentrated face. eyebrows frowning as you focus on gathering spit in your mouth. you pucker your lips, letting a fat glob on a string dribble onto his cock head. you wipe your mouth, your spit sliding down his shaft and around your fingers.

“oh fuck. wish it was my birthday every day,” bakugou murmurs, fingers lightly squeezing your thighs. you begin to stroke him with your spit as extra lubrication. 

his moan gets stuck in his throat when you ask, “would you like me to suck you off? would love to feel you in my mouth sir.” you watch as the black of his pupils expand, the ruby red of his eyes a thin rim. he definitely enjoys being called sir by you.

“can i get a kiss too?” he asks with a cheeky smile and your heart melts a little, though you stay on track with your new profession.

“lips are off limits. you gotta pay extra for kisses, sorry handsome.” you pout apologetically, rubbing your thumb lightly around his tip. 

you’re enjoying the power, his constantly lingering eyes and his deep grunts that come from the pit of his gut. you yelp when one of his hands holds your back to keep you from falling off his lap as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. 

you bite your lip, thriving internally seeing bakugou take a hundred note out of his wallet. he treats you all the time so it’s not a surprise but it’s still one of your favourite things to see. especially as he roughly stuffs it in the strap of your bra. you grin when he slurs, “how much that get me then, pretty girl?”

you squeeze around his cock, a little giggle leaving your lips as he flinches from sensitivity. “just one, but for you, i’ll make it a long one.” 

with a smile so saccharine, you slot your open mouth against his, your tongues swirling together and sucking. he’s moaning, so are you and you can’t control your body as you press your tits against his chest, dragging him closer to you. you keep your hand moving, lightly brushing against your clit with your hand. you’re both desperate for more.

you pull away abruptly, blinking rapidly to keep your horniness at bay. this is about him, not you. katsuki moans, leaning forward to peck your lips, “what’s up baby?”

easily you fall out of character, “nothing! i’m just getting very…” impatient. you’re getting impatient. your lower body is burning up, a dull throb between your legs.

“you wanna fuck?” he always knows what you’re thinking.

“do strippers have sex with their clients?”

“i say they’re not supposed to. i’m sure i can make exceptions for you,” he pecks you again, sliding his hands under your ass cheeks to rest you on top of his dick, hard against his chest.

you hum, lightly biting down on his bottom lip, “maybe for a tip and i think you know my pussy is worth more than a hundred.”

bakugou laughs, loud and in love, taking out his wallet again and grabbing the wad of cash he keeps inside. he flicks through each note like he’s counting it, so many zeros that your head is getting dizzy, “this might not even be enough for you, baby. not for your pretty pussy.” 

he messily begins to stuff it in your bra, in your bra straps and the straps to your panties at your hips. your giggle flutters around the room, lifting your arms around his neck as his hands coat your body with the paper. “that’s enough, that’s enough, katsuki!” 

he grunts, kissing your jaw and dashing his wallet somewhere in the room, “i think it’s sir for you.” 

you pout, fighting the roll of your eyes, “how’d you like me, sir? on my knees?”

he shakes his head, “nah, baby want you on all fours for me on the sofa.”

your eyes gleam, nodding like a good girl. you get up off his lap, quickly adjusting to your hands and knees on the sofa beside him, your ass and pussy in his face. “ready when you are sir!” you grin back at him and bakugou stuffs another note in the thong of your panties.

“fuckin’ adore you. gonna have you creamin’ my cock,” he says under his breath, rising to his feet and yanking off his black blazer. you take a peek at him behind you. how his white shirt, now creased and unbuttoned, hugs his muscles. how he roughly yanks his trousers down to grab at his cock, pumping it with his eyes fixated on the spot between your legs. he looks massive, a complete hulk of a man and you’re about to start whining if he doesn’t do anything to you.

“all this fuckin’ talk, your sexy lil act and you look like this baby. you’re drippin’ sweetheart. all for me.” his voice drops an octave, a single finger coming to pull the thin string of fabric out between your puffy lips. you’re sighing at the light contact and your sigh becomes a moan when two fingers brush past your lips, over your hole and begin to rub circles on your clit. 

“oh katsuki, oh my—,” you breathe, laying your face flat on the sofa at finally some relief on your lower half. 

bakugou tucks up behind you holding his cock to slide between your legs. his eyes roll back at your slippery walls, coating him in your gloss, “my pretty fuckin’ stripper. only for me though, right baby? just me.”

“just you, sir. love you ‘suki,” you spill and your breath hitches when you feel yourself get full inch by inch. together you whine, his deeper whilst yours are higher. he fills you up perfectly, his slight curve to the left, prodding your soft spots.

“love you too, love you so much,” bakugou grunts and you can feel the fluff of his pubes against your ass cheeks. pure bliss fills you, especially when he begins to leave kisses down your spine, “can i move? lemme move please.”

“yes, yes, hurry up.”

“so needy, pretty girl,” and he’s moving at a strong pace, sliding in and out of you with purpose, your ass cheeks jiggling at every push. your knees are wobbly, complete jelly that he has to hold your hips up in the air with a hand, his other still playing at your clit.

you’re moaning after every heavy grunt from him, “i-i’m gonna come, ‘ki.” you warn, pushing back on him with all the strength you’ve got.

“hasn’t even been a minute and i’m ready to nut. hugging me so tight baby,” he rocks into you, the loud pats of your skin and the squelch of your walls filling up the room loudly. you’re sure everyone outside can hear you both going at it, probably got their ears pressed against the door laughing but you can’t find it in yourself to care. especially not when you’ve got your boyfriend dragging you to heaven with every stroke. 

the knot in your stomach tightens, clenching around him sporadically. “you’re fuckin’, shit you’re squeezin’ around me baby,” he hums, leaning to lay over your back, “i can tell you’re close, i’m gonna—,”

but he’s too late, he bites down on your shoulder as the knot unravels, your orgasm pulsating through your body. you can barely think straight, your head a white cloud of pleasure, electricity in your veins. nothing you say is of coherence, walls fluttering around his cock.

bakugou follows right after, there’s no way he couldn’t with how you feel when you orgasm. he grunts animalistically into you, his hips jolting randomly as he coats your insides. “oh f—fuck,” he whines, circling an arm around your stomach to hold you to him.

finally, when you both are tired with no energy to hold you up, bakugou rolls onto his back, dragging you on top to lay on his chest. 

you feel him dribble against your thigh but you don’t mind for the moment, just trying to catch your breath on top of him. you nudge your head up to take a peek at his face but when you do he’s already looking down at you, slightly zoned out. 

“happy birthday sweet’ums.” you say, kissing his jaw.

bakugou rumbles out a short laugh, “sweet’ums?”

“yes, sweet’ums. it’s cute.”

he hums, hugging you tightly to him, “loved this. i was actually gettin’ pissed off thinkin’ you forgot.”

“what? i’d never forget you. i was so nervous thinking i’d look dumb doing this.”

bakugou was shocked, “really? i fuckin’ loved it. should do it again i think. maybe christmas or somethin’.”

you smile, yawning softly and of course, bakugou is quick to notice, sitting up to hold you on his lap. “lemme clean you up and we can head home?”

bakugou finds the drawer under the chair to grab some tissues, wiping your thighs and legs. you’re sleepy and dehydrated but you’ve got enough thought to mumble, “i didn’t bring any clothes though! i can’t go out there in this!”

he smirks, throwing the tissues in the bin, “you came in here like this.”

you hit his arm lightly, “not the same!”

he shakes his head, getting his blazer from the ground and helping you into it, “c’mon. just need to pick up some shit from my office. okay, baby?”

you nod with a sniff, “you walk out first.”

with a kiss to your temple, you scramble up, dressed in his blazer which drowns your body. bakugou zips himself up to look half presentable, scratching his head with a yawn of his own. he looks like a baby lion, all messy with sleep taking over him at a slower pace than you. he takes your hand as your eyelashes flutter up at him.

“why does this feel so similar to the walk of shame?” you mumble and bakugou rolls his eyes, with a tiny smile. his slides onto the door handle, “nobody’s even gonna be out here—,”

you’re both covered in party poppers and silly string and confetti. shouts, screams and laughter fill the corridor from his girls, “happy birthday sir!” “happy birthday bakugou!” even his best friends and bodyguards slapping him on the back with, “happy birthday bro! looks like it’s had a good start!”

you even get a friendly nudge from the girls and you give them happy high fives. you completely forgot about this part of the surprise, sending your thanks to those that helped you out.

bakugou tightens his grip on your hand, fighting the grin off his cheeks, “yeah, yeah, whatever. get back to work.”

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I’M SCREAMING

THIS ONE !!!! YES hes so annoying and smart wanna punch his pretty face omg🤭 <33

soulmate trope | bakugou

Bakugou’s route of soulmate trope.

His chapter follows the most standard soulmate rules, so that’s why he’s first. From here on out, it gets more unhinged.

Warnings: lots of talkin’ ‘bout dicks.

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#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou/reader #bakugou imagine #mha #— [📒] 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒.

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a/n: okay so one thing everyone knows about me is that Tangled is my ALL time favourite movie. like it’s number one, and the boat scene has me crying every single time but i just watched the little mermaid and that boat scene had me giggling like a five year old again so i think i’ve got a thing for romantic boat rides idk. this just popped into my head and it’s v unedited cause my computer is fucked and i’m lazy and i’ll wrote it properly one day but for now please enjoy some bakugou fluff

okay so very early on into your relationship with Katsuki you have a marathon of all your favourite movies (mostly disney, studio ghibli, the occasional super hero/action movie thrown in) but it’s your reaction to the boat scene from Tangled that is imprinted on Bakugou’s brain. The way you clutched at his arm and mouthed along to all the words, smile wide as Eugene and Rapunzel leaned in for the kiss. Everything about you being completely absorbed was beyond adorable and that’s when the idea popped into Katsuki’s head.

Two and half years into the relationship is when he pops the question. Setting up a boat complete with flowers and lanterns (he even calls in a favour with the local council to recreate the endless amount of lanterns in the sky) anyway, there he is once again staring at you so full of love that he almost just blurts out the question.

“hey, so remember when I told you about wanting to be number one hero?” his voice is thick as he swallows the lump that forms in the back of his throat.

you turn your attention from the sky full of lanterns. “Is that why were out here? Did you get the spot?” you bounce your knees excitedly.

“well, no but… remember how it was my dream?” Katsuki can feel his cheeks blushing.

your eyes narrow and he can practically see the wheels turning in your head as you connect the dots.

“no, you’re not- Bakugou, I” you shake your head as you finally register what is happening. “you’re not going to do this and make a joke, ‘Suki that’s mean”

“can you shut up and let me talk please?” the words are soft as he reaches into his jacket pocket.

your eyes follow his hand, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“I had a dream which I honestly thought i’d never reach and i was always second guessing everything each time i was beat out and you know how upset i get over it but i don’t care about that anymore” fingers grip the small box. “I don’t care about it because I have a new dream. You”

you sniffle and grab onto Katsuki’s free hand. “ ‘Suki…”

He shakes his head, knowing if he deviated from his planned script he would burst into tears. “My new dreams is to be with you and live with you and love you until we’re old and have a million grandkids. I don’t care about anything else, you’re it and I- fuck, this is so hard” his voice breaks as tears start to fall. “I love you so much and I never want to be without you so please, marry me.”

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The night before was…hard, to say the least. Bakugou had come home late, covered in soot and ash and blood. Came home limping, clutching his side, covered in a large bandage that still leaked a little red.

He only received the little amount of help from others because nobody would let him leave the scene without at least getting the gash on his side checked out. But as soon as he was cleared to go home, he hadn’t looked back. Came home to you bloody and hurt and worn and tired.

You had stayed up all night with him, cleaning what you could. Pulled out the little first aid kit and sat him on the toilet seats top, apologizing every time the alcohol soaked cotton ball cleaned another wound.

He hadn’t said a word when he came home, but his eyes told you everything you needed to know. When you laid in bed together, he felt so far away, rolled away on the other side, knees practically hanging off the bed. But you met him on his side, snuggling up to his back, whispering into his nape that he was always so strong, for himself and for the others around him. Whispered that nothing honored you more than to help him, than to love him, than to be right here with him.

The next day, he sleeps in a little later than usual, his agency granting him the next day or two off. You’re in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt and your underwear, hair a mess over your head, as you throw extra pieces of bacon to the dog on your heels. You’re mid flip on a pancake when you hear shuffling behind you, the dog scurrying over to the doorway of the kitchen with his tail wagging a mile a minute.

“How are you feeling, baby?” You ask, pressing the pancake a little flatter, glancing over your shoulder. You have to take a double take at the sight, eyes going wide as you whip around, turning off the stove as you do.

Bakugou is there, dressed only in sleep shorts, face and body and torso covered in bandages and bruises, but he’s on one knee. He’s holding a little black velvet box out in your direction, eyes still puffy with sleep, a little pout on his lips.

“Marry me.” He says more than asks, a hesitant look on his face as he glances away for a second. “I’ve never had someone love me and care for me the way you do. And I…I want you to be at my side, for as long as we live. So fuckin’ say something, or else I’m gonna lay back down and smother myself with your pillow.”

His last sentence makes you bark out a watery laugh. Tears have filled your eyes before you’ve realized it, a sob catching your throat as you cover your mouth. Early in your relationship, he asked if you had ever wanted to get married. You had told him that it wasn’t necessarily a dream of yours, but if the right person asked, you’d say yes.

You always thought that maybe he’d ask you while at a hero gala, or during a family dinner with both sides, or something more extravagant. That maybe he’d ask you while you were dressed up, with a little makeup on, and your nails done, and not wearing fluffy baby yoda slippers. But the domestic sight of you made him realize that this was what he’d want for the rest of his life.

So here you were, nodding your head quickly as words get caught in your throat. You meet Bakugou halfway before he even fully gets up, barely conscious of his bandages, as you wrap your arms around his neck and sob into his skin. He places the rock on your finger when you finally pull back, planting the softest kiss to your lips, sharing each other’s breath with every inhale in, and exhale out.

[sukisangel]

i want to go back to write again so bad, but i’m so rusty fjsnsj😭

#𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.𝐞𝐱𝐞[꒰ა ໒꒱]

[sukisangel]

Two Truths and a Lie

Epilogue

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

◈ Pro Hero, Fake Engagement ◈ Word Count: 1138

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Truth: Katsuki proposed that night. For real.

Truth: You were married in an intimate ceremony shortly after.

Lie: Katsuki did not cry at the wedding, and if anyone says he did, he will vehemently deny it.

Three Years Later

Katsuki takes your hand and spins you once, your dress flaring at the hem from the motion. He settles one hand on your hip and the other holds yours between your chests. Pale pink lights on strings stand out against the background of the night sky. The late spring air is comfortably cool – which is fine given all the people around you.

“Did you ever think we’d be here?” you murmur and squeeze Katsuki’s hand.

“Fuck no,” he snorts.

“I’m glad they’re happy though.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be with her.”

“Katsuki,” you chide gently. Your husband arches an eyebrow.

“Can’t speak the truth now?”

“Not when there was literally a ‘speak now or forever your your peace’. You didn’t speak up then, you’re not saying anything now.” Katsuki lets out a grunt of sorts, the kind that says ‘you’re right, but I still don’t like it’. You nod over to the happy couple. “She approves and that’s all that matters.” Your eyes drift to the center of the dance floor. 

Midoriya cups Ochako’s cheeks and kisses her. They sway in time to their own music and ignore everything around them. For this song, they’re in their own little world. 

“I still don’t believe he turned his life around,” Katuski mutters.

“It’s a constant process,” you shrug. The song ends and your hands fall away from each other. Another dance? A brief rest? Drinks near the edge of the crowd? You’re unsure what comes next. 

“Can we cut in?” Midoriya and Ochako stand next to you and Katsuki. Katsuki tilts his head slightly, waiting for you to respond. You give his hand a reassuring squeeze and take a step away. He offers his hand to Ochako and you take Midoriya’s.

The next song starts up. Midoriya’s hand is properly on your mid back while your clasped hands remain off to the side —much more formal than how you were dancing minutes earlier. 

“So marriage.” You break the ice once Katsuki and Ochako are out of earshot. Midoriya chuckles, his small grin teasing a hint of his dimples. 

“Didn’t think I’d be here.”

“I could say the same,” you laugh. 

“Yeah,” Midoriya grins wryly, “Did my invite get lost in the mail or something?”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. “You know you weren’t invited. No one was.”

Your ceremony had been a quiet affair of just you, Katsuki, and immediate family. Even keeping it ‘just family’ was more than the two of you wanted. The time the two of you spent actually engaged was minimal, maybe two months at most. 

“And that had nothing to do with a little bun in the oven,” Midoriya goads. The media has eaten that up quickly. Once there was even the slightest visible change, everyone knew — and you being a pro shoved in the spotlight centered around honesty and the truth, you couldn’t very well lie again. 

“Bun was in the oven after the honeymoon, thank you very much,” you reply primly and step on his foot. Your dance partner’s laugh fills the open air. 

There’s a pleasant lull in the conversation. You never thought you’d be here, Dancing with your ex after everything that happened, but time heals wounds and people change. 

The deep tenor of his voice interrupts your thoughts. “You look happy together.” 

Casting a look over your shoulder, you find Katsuki dancing with Ochako. Their conversation doesn’t reach you, but you can see her face crinkle at something he said — probably a comment on her taste in men. Katsuki’s feet lift about three inches off the ground before returning to the ground with a noticeable thud. She sticks out her tongue at him before laughing. 

After everything you’ve gone through; the ups and downs, using each other to get over heartbreak, falling in love, hurting. It’s been a rollercoaster to say the least. The ride isn’t over, in fact it’s barely started, but with Katsuki by your side you can tackle anything. 

“We are,” you smile. 

“Alright Deku,” Katsuki interrupts with a huff. There’s a slight tint to his face. “Your wife is waiting for you and I’d like mine back now.” He gestures over his shoulder where Ochako waves. Her normally pink cheeks are a deeper rose color. 

Midoriya lets you go and returns to his blushing bride, giving her a twirl before pulling her close. 

Katsuki takes your hand and leads you over to the refreshment table. 

You fan yourself while he gets you bottled water. Even with the moon rising, dancing the night away has your skin glowing from all the movement. “It’s getting late…”

“And?” Katsuki shrugs. He cracks open your bottle before handing it to you and takes a sip of his own drink. 

“Should we get going soon to pick up the kids?”

Katsuki pauses mid-sip. Crimson eyes study you over the edge of his glass. They darken as they rove up and down your body. Calmly, he sets his drink down on the table behind him. When he turns back around, you’re greeted with pure lust.

He puts a possessive hand on the small of your back. You find your hips flush with his, a hardness pressed against your pelvis. Katsuki’s free hand wanders up your side, sliding up your waist and briefly cupping your breast before settling underneath your jaw. He tilts your face towards his. 

A shiver runs through your body as his lips ghost up the column of your neck. “We’ve got this beautiful room at the hotel, it’d be a shame not to use it…” His lips meet the sensitive spot of your neck and you press yourself into him to chase the sensation. “They’ll be fine with their grandparents until morning.”

He captures your mouth in a searing kiss. If you were alone, there’s no doubt he would take you right here, right now – room be damned. His tongue runs over the seam of your lips, begging to be let in. And you oblige. With all the moans you’re failing at holding back, there are bound to be people staring. 

Pulling back, you inhale sharply, stars dancing on the edge of your vision. Your husband stares at you. His lips curl into a pleased smile when he sees how flustered you are. You fish the hotel room card out of his back pocket and taunt him with it. “What’re you waiting for?”

Truth: You and Katsuki have remained madly in love 

Truth: Your lives as Pro-Heroes and parents is a whirlwind of new experiences, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End

[sukisangel]

saving this to read later! already know it’s a good one! <33

The Hotel Room. (5.4k)

✽ — pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader ✽ — warnings: female reader, smut, mdni, aged up 18+ characters, rivals to ???, degrading kink, dom/sub, brat taming?, spanking, light face slapping, unprotected sex, rough sex, hate fucking sorta, creampie, squirting, some aftercare (below the cut) ✽ — author note: a thank you for getting my previous smut post to 200+ notes :)

Being a hero trying to move up the ranks meant you had to work with other heroes, even the ones you didn't like. It was meant to show you were willing to cooperate with anyone, says your PR team, it sounds like bullshit to you but you went along with it anyway. Partnerships and team-ups were easy enough, they were over and done within a few days and you never had to interact with the hero again until a time called for it.

An opportunity had presented itself to you in the form of an email from your assistant, you never knew someone could somehow sound scared over an email but here you were. She seemed to have been talking about a future mission, a team-up mission with one of the top pros. Normally you'd jump at this chance, being seen with one of the top three meant you'd jump up the rankings too and in turn get more jobs, and more missions, you could be more of a hero.

What a shame that the person who needed a team-up was none other than Dynamight, aka Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest pain in your ass.

Your assistant had said this was meant to be a simple mission, an easy team-up. You’d even be home by the end of the weekend if all went well, and apparently, that was one of Dynamight’s terms—to be done with this so he didn’t have to be around you any longer than needed.

It’s not like you were sworn enemies with the guy, he was just a real jackass to deal with. He’d always try to be the leader of an incident, never listening to suggestions and he was so damn rude with the way he snapped at people. And he got especially rude when you argued back with him one time after a villain takedown, he got careless near the end and nearly blasted you away with an AP shot, so of course, you chewed him out. So since that moment, it became an unofficial rivalry between the both of you.

But back to the issue at hand. This mission was meant to be over already, it was past the weekend and there had been no developments other than a possible lead further north. You glared out of the car window at the darkened countryside you were driving through, a fist curled under your chin as you pouted. You wanted to go home, to try again another time but of course, Lord Dynamight said that’d be stupid, making the decision—without your input—to go ahead and find the nearest hotel or something like that so the two of you could rest up and be prepared for tomorrow.

You didn’t bother glancing at the driver of the car, you didn’t need to know he was scowling, he didn’t like this idea any more than you did but it made sense, you supposed. You could go home and the villain could be gone with the wind by the time you returned. So you just settled into the car seat, huffing at your internal dialogue of the whole situation.

"The fuck you sighin' for?" his voice was like nails on a chalkboard in the silence of the car, you would've much preferred if he kept his mouth shut.

"None of your damn business." you were quick to snap back, keeping your eyes on the thicket of trees that were going by. Bakugou just grumbled to himself in response, upper lip curling in vexation at the tone you always took with him. He despised it. His hands ringed against the leather of the steering wheel, he didn't have to look over at you to know you were struggling to fight the smug smirk off your face that you somehow got under his skin.

Thankfully there was a sign of an upcoming ryokan, it wouldn't be as extravagant as the ones back in the big cities that were set up for the tourists but it was out in the countryside which probably meant it had a real authentic feel to it, it would be good enough for the night anyway. You just hoped, no prayed, that they'd give you both separate rooms.

With a smooth right turn, the tarmac of the road turned to rough gravel that crunched far too loudly in the dead of the night. You couldn't see much past the huge red cedar trees that loomed over the gravel road like gigantic shadows until you caught a glimpse of a warm yellow light just peeking through. Both you and Bakugou visibly perked up at the sight of the ryokan now coming into view, it was clearly a very old establishment and the light was coming from fancy lanterns that were lining the walls.

The building itself was grand, probably a house that had been passed down in the generations and now instead of housing a large important family it was being used for travellers of the night. You could just spy tall bamboo trees over the thick walls that were wrapped around the entirety of the building, and your mind instantly leapt at the possible idea of using the onsen that was most definitely natural.

And like the giant wet blanket he was, Bakugou somehow managed to read the expression on your face. "We're not staying long, you're not using the Onsen." and now you finally met his eyes, he was glaring at you out of the corner of his eye. You were full-on scowling now, matching his own famous scowl.

"Why the fuck not? You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do!" you hissed back, not shouting too loud in such an enclosed space but you were very much at your limit with this guy commanding you around. All you wanted to do was bathe!

His eyebrow arched at your sentence, a challenging look in his eye. "If I'm rememberin' correctly, I'm the lead of this fucking mission," he looked at you now fully, you didn't even realise he was parking the car and stopping until now. "which means I do in fact tell you what you can and cannot do. And I said no."

You raised your hands in protest, dropping them back to your lap with a huff of annoyance. "You're the fuckin' worst, you know that?" you snarled, harshly pushing the door open and slamming it closed behind you. You could faintly hear the chuckle coming from the car as he too climbed out, not sparing you a glance as he made his way towards the entrance.

By the time you were walking through the entrance, and changing your shoes at the genkan, you could see Bakugou was already being passed a key for the room. That fucker, he didn't even wait for you. You kept your scowl, preparing to march past him and get your own room and hoping you would be far away from the explosive blond. And just as you were passing by him, nearly close enough to shoulder check him, he grabbed your elbow. You were jerked back rather aggressively, head-turning up sharply to the owner of the hand that dared to grab you.

"Let me go you dick, I still need to get my k—", the words stopped in your mouth, eyes zoning in on the key he was dangling in your face. No fucking way, you were not sharing a room with this fucking idiot. You'd rather sleep in the car.

"Don't give me that look, I tried for separate rooms. Lady said this was the only room left at such short notice, we're lucky she even let us stay." he frowned down at you, his hand slipping away from your elbow when he saw the resignation pass through your features.

For fuck sake, could today get any worse?

Bakugou was of course the first one to get to the room, not stopping to make sure you were behind him as he stepped inside and left the sliding door open for you. He went ahead dropping off his duffel bag near the closet that you assumed held the hopefully two futon mattresses. Deciding to explore the rest of what looked like it might be a family room or a couple room, it was large enough to house someone for a week or so given the size.

You walked past where Bakugou was, going straight for what you just prayed was a bathroom. Being stuck in a car for a good two hours or so after a long stakeout definitely didn't leave you smelling the greatest, all you wanted was a long shower and then the chance to sleep off your anger at the whole ordeal.

The door you came up to was a beautiful sliding one, it had intricate patterns painted onto it. Once open it revealed something you were hoping they wouldn't have, you knew this place was traditional but could they at least have an actual shower? you thought as you glared down at the small hot springs bath. Then again, this could also be a win in your books. Bakugou forbids you from going to the big main onsen, but can he stop you from getting into the private one?

You smirked to yourself, shuffling into the room and closing the door behind you. You made haste around the outside of the bath, digging out one of the bags they usually fill with soaps and a towel then you stripped completely off, kicking off the grimy feeling clothes.

Dipping your toes in first, the heat instantly washed over your body and you wasted absolutely no time getting in completely and submerging yourself entirely. Instant relief hit your body, muscles relaxing into the smooth stone of the bath wall, unable to stop the moan that left your lips.

Your mind drifted to the mission so far, everything that had gone down had been a bust. First, you were meant to just help Bakugou in infiltrating a suspected illegal quirk-enhancing drug ring and that was a waste of time, the lead was dead in the water the second Bakugou had burst down the door with you behind him. It was completely empty like someone had packed up everything and moved. Someone had tipped them off. Now that pissed both you and Bakugou off, but there was inside information that the gang was moving to a newer location, and that led to the days of stakeouts, tailing possible suspects and it all lead to nothing.

That was until you had received the tip that they were moving their way up north, albeit slowly to try and shake you off of their trail, but that's where the new lab was. And that's what led to this moment, it was frustrating, to say the least, but once this was all over with, and people learned that you were both involved in taking a drug off the streets that were destroying young adults who just wanted to feel a boost in their strength, you knew it would do well for you and your agency.

Having your head back and steam filling your mind made you unaware of the two crimson eyes that were practically smouldering from the doorway as they flicked from the relaxed expression on your face, how you were melted beneath the cloudy water and the sweat that was shining in the hollow of your throat.

He fucking hated the fact it had to be you for this mission, not only were you a bitch when you spoke to him but fuck, if it didn't turn him on. He hated how you fogged his brain when you snapped your jaws in his direction, spitting curses and matching his energy entirely. You were a tiny spitfire and if that didn't make him want to pin you beneath him and fuck you senseless, he didn't know what would.

Sucking at his teeth, he had enough of staring at you relaxing in the onsen—he hasn't forgotten the fact you somehow still went against his orders—so he slammed open the door that was next to him, loud enough to see your eyes snap open and immediately dart to the intruder. You submerged completely up to your chin, and he wasn't sure if the redness of your face was from the steam or if he had walked in on your naked.

"Get the fuck out!" you shrieked, not missing the way he rolled his eyes and went into the closet to pull out what looked like toiletries; toothpaste, toothbrushes etc. When his back was turned to you, you took the time to dive out of the water and grab the towel you discarded, hastily wrapping it around yourself to go towards the other part of the bathroom that would house the sinks and toilet.

"Don't get your panties twisted princess, not like you have anything I want to see anyway." A big fat lie on Bakugou's behalf but where's the fun in letting you know that?

"Shut the fuck up, fucking perv." you snapped on your way past him, holding the top of the towel tight over your chest. You were about to step into the tiled room when a hot hand was clamped around your upper arm and whirling you around until your back was slammed against the wall. You wheezed at the air being forced out of your lungs, wincing at the pain that shot up your spine.

Bakugou was practically snarling in your face, an ugly scowl that radiated his irritation with the way you keep speaking to him. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" his voice wasn't loud like it usually was when he was pissed, it was low and dark. Somehow he sounded scarier than he did when he was all booming voice when shouting at a villain.

You met his gaze, the look in his eye should've scared you but it sent a surge of heat tumbling through your stomach and down to the apex of your thighs. He looked dangerous and so fucking hot. You wanted to speak back, tell him again to shut the fuck up but you couldn't find it within you. Your chest was rising and falling, pressing hard against his was enough to alert you to his proximity. He had you pressed entirely between the wall and his entire body, you could feel every deep breath he pulled in.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" he taunted, head tilting as he lost his scowl and replaced it with a downright mean smirk, he knew what that look on your face was. You found the whole thing arousing, and doing a very terrible job at schooling your expressions.

Something finally clicked in your mind, and he watched the way your lips curled into that snarl he fucking loved to see when you were arguing back at him. "I said, shut the fuck up, fuckin' pe—", his hand was clamped around your jaw, squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and long fingers. Your head thumped back against the wall, earning a whimper that seemed to just light up the eyes of the blonde with something indescribable.

"Watch your mouth, princess, or else," he warned, seeing the way your eyes were wide with possible fear, but he saw the arousal and felt the way your thighs clenched together from how closely pressed he was against you.

The silence seemed to please him, and he started to grin and leaned in to speak to you again. "Good girl, you know your pla—" he flinched his head back at the wet feeling that hit his face. You were snarling now, growling like some feral animal in his grip. You fucking spat at him, and he couldn't believe the audacity of it for a second, completely stunned.

"You fucking idiot." was all he hissed before he launched himself forward, lips knocking hard into your own and forcing your head to slam against the wall again. He kept the iron grip on your face as he tried to consume you entirely through your mouth, there was nothing nice about it, it was all teeth and sharp movements. You felt a mixture of saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, leaving a stringy mess behind.

His hips rutted against your own, and he groaned deep at the sound of your moans. The second your lips parted, he squeezed harder with his fingers on either side of your jaw to keep your mouth open when he backed away just enough to hover over you, sucking all the moisture up to gather it on his tongue before letting it drip down and into your own mouth. His hand slipped down to give enough pressure on your jaw to force it closed. "Swallow." he said in a tone that was pure sin.

You couldn't have denied him if you wanted to, the way he was looking at you was like he wanted to eat you whole and you think you want him to. So you swallow the spit in your mouth, earning you a deep groan of approval before his lips were back onto yours and easily prying your mouth open with his tongue.

"Bakugo—" you whined against his lips, earning a light slap on your cheek which left you speechless, in any other circumstance you might've retaliated but with the heat that suddenly pooled between your bare thighs, you couldn't stop the moan that left your lips.

"If you're gonna say my name, then call me Katsuki." his knee moved to nestle between your thighs, effortlessly spreading you open with just the thickness of his muscles. "Got it?" his words but a whisper of warm breath against your bruised lips.

The second you nodded your head he swooped down, large hands gripping the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. You yelped, grabbing a hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and trying to not look at the smirk on his face showing that he was having far too much fun in pulling those sweet sounds from you.

He re-occupied your lips, somehow managing to carry you the entire way until he was back in the main room. Bakugou lowered down onto his knees slowly, before you felt the soft material of the futon on your bare shoulders. He hovered over you like a looming beast, eyes narrowed downwards and that's when you registered the cool air against your breasts.

You made no move to cover them up, however, chest heaving when you met his gaze again. He looked wrecked, his own lips were bruised and coated with spit and he just couldn't decide on what part of your body to settle his gaze on. "Tell me you want this, tell me you want me to fuck you." he managed to say through gritted teeth like he was fighting something deep inside.

The way he spoke was complete filth, the words sounding so fucking good coming from him in that deep baritone voice. "Please." you gasp, hands grasping the sides of his soft t-shirt that he must've changed in whilst you were in the private onsen. "Please fuck me, Katsuki."

You watched as Katsuki's eyes roll back with the deep groan that you felt vibrate through your hands. "Fuck." was all he managed to say before he dove straight back in, lips smashing against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues. His hands were now travelling along your body, his blunt nails dragging down along your sides before they latched onto the fat of your thighs, and with an easy yank, your bare lower half was pressed flush against his clothed hips.

And then you felt it when he rutted his hips forward to slot right up against you, he was fucking big. He was practically hunched over you, caging you in underneath his body when he moved his head to the side and let his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"Gonna be a good girl for me, and listen to what I fuckin' say?" he gruffed, groaning when he gave a particularly hard rut of his hips against your own at the thought of you being so pliable under his hands, and just letting him have his way with you.

Your hand snaked up along the expanse of his back and shoulders until you carded your hand through his hair and yanked. Hard. His head jerked back with the motion, hissing with pain. "And what if I don't?", perhaps you should've listened to the tiny voice in the back of your head telling you to not provoke the beast of a man, especially with the way his nostrils flared and that look of something like hate filled his eye at just how fucking disobedient you are.

You yelped when he grabbed at your body, manhandling you so you were on your hands and knees before him. "You're such a fuckin' brat, you know that?" he grunted, leaning up so his hips stayed aligned with your own. "You need'ta learn to not run your fuckin' mouth all the time." A harsh slap against your ass cheek had you lurching forward, hands curling into fists against the bedsheets.

Bakugou couldn't believe the sight before him, sure he might've had fantasies of fucking you within an inch of your life if it meant you'd stop challenging him so fucking much. But fuck, it was a different story when you were kneeling before him, whimpering with each slap to your ass and thighs he delivered. His hands grabbed against your ass, spreading you wide and he moaned, loud and deep. You were dripping.

"You fucking slut. I knew you loved this shit." his thumbs dipped down, hooking against the side of your pussy to spread you nice and open for his eyes. It was frankly embarrassing, but with the groans and the rubbing of his hard cock against the back of your thigh it was enough to make you shameless.

You squirmed a little in his grasp, "Stop fuckin' staring and fuck me already!" you tried your hardest to sound assertive, to gain back a bit of the control he was holding over you but it came out so whiny, so needy and he chuckled, all mean and low.

"So needy." he clicked his tongue, and then there was a shuffle of something behind you. You vaguely recognised the sound of his sweatpants and shirt being yanked off and tossed somewhere before you felt the weight of his cock against your ass, it was hot and heavy. You bucked your hips up instinctively, earning another swat on your ass.

The moan you let out was pornographic when he gripped himself, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your dripping slit to gather up some of the slick. "God, you're fuckin' soaked. Haven't even done anything to you yet, you really are a slut huh." he was mostly rambling to himself, memorised at the way he could see you clenching around nothing.

He was going to fucking ruin you.

"Shut the fuc—" your words broke off into a high-pitched whine when he thrust his hips forward abruptly, not even being able to seat himself all the way to the hilt with how tightly you were gripping down on him. He groaned, large hands splaying out along your ass to spread you wider so he could watch himself slowly drag his way back out before thrusting back in.

The wet squelching was downright filthy, it was embarrassing how wet he had you when all he did was get mean with you. He managed to work his way down to the base of his cock, balls pressed tight against your throbbing clit. "Oh fuck, you're so fuckin' tight." he hissed between gritted teeth, eyes locked on his cock and the ring forming at the base of his cock as you tried to milk him for all he's worth.

He didn't give you a chance to relax around his length, instantly drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock was nestled inside of you, then he thrust forward. Hard and fast, the pace never faltered from this rhythm he had created. His hands slipped down to your waist, gripping you just above your hips so he could throw you back against his own hips just as hard as he was thrusting into you.

The wet smack, smack, smack, was loud enough to be heard from the next room over you were sure of it, but all you could think of was the huge cock that was brutally being fucked into you with no remorse. "Always knew you wanted me to fuck ya, no wonder you were such a brat," he grunted between his thrusts, the heavy breathing making it sound like his words were being growled out.

"You just wanted me to put you in your place." And he didn't miss a beat as he pulled out, grabbing a hold of one leg and flipping you over onto your back, and already buried back inside of your warm wet heat. Groaning at the feeling of you clamping down on him at the intrusion. He hoisted one leg up over his shoulder, the other being spread wide to the side so he had a good view of your beautiful pussy.

The hand holding your thigh shifted upwards, thumb pressing tight circles on your clit and your body jolted forward, a loud moan escaping your mouth. And Bakugou just laughed lowly, enjoying how easy it was to get reactions out of you. He didn't relent in his stroking against your clit and his thrusts were just getting harsher, easily breaking the tight grip your pussy had on him when you started to tense up with an impending orgasm.

"Oh shit, you're gettin' real tight." he flicked his eyes away from your pussy, and shit he thought he could cum just from the sight of you. Your head was thrown back, lips parted all bruised and spit covered, and your chest was heaving with your tits bouncing hard in time with each of his thrusts. "You gonna cum for me princess?"

You nodded your head, before yelping and flinching at the slap he delivered directly against your clit. Your eyes snapped open, meeting his glare. "Use your words or I won't let you cum." and you knew he meant it, he would make sure you didn't get off whilst he abused your pussy until he met his end.

"P-Please," you gasped, hands uncurling from the bedsheets to grab ahold of his neck. "Wan' cum, please, lemme cum 'suki." the tone you were using was whiny, so needy and you felt the effect it had on Bakugou as he twitched hard deep inside of you.

"Good fuckin' girl." his thumb pressed harder against your clit, resuming the tight circles he was drawing in time with his hard thrusts. "Cum for me."

And you did, loud and hard. Your entire body tensed up as a hot heat washed over your body from head to toe, the leg over his shoulder tensed up and your heel dug into his back causing him to fall forward and hunch over you. The orgasm was probably one of the strongest you had in a while, and it felt good, but he kept fucking rubbing. You reopened your eyes to see a mean grin on his face, eyes alight with mischief.

"One more, I know you can do it sweetheart." he knew he had a short window here to push you straight into another orgasm, so he pulled out abruptly and replaced his cock with three of his fingers. The pace he used was just as aggressive as his hips, his fingers curled up and pressed against that one spot that had you seeing white.

You screamed.

Everything went white behind your eyelids, head pressing hard against the futon beneath you. "Holy fuckin' shit." Bakugou rasped, his fingers no longer in your pussy but instead rubbing hard against you, that's when you registered the wetness coating your thighs and dripping down your ass to soak into the bed.

"Who would've guessed, you're a fuckin' squirter." He sounded far too happy, overjoyed in fact. "You're doin' that again, but on my cock this time." and just like that he was buried back deep inside of you, hoisting both of your legs up over the bend of his arm and folding you effortlessly into a mating press.

He was really pounding into you now, the wet smacking of his hips against your ass was far too loud for anyone to not know what was happening in the confines of your room. "K-Kat.. 'suki! T'much, it's t'much!" your hands pushed weakly at his shoulders, but he didn't budge an inch.

"Nah, you can fuckin' take it." was all he supplied before he angled his hips just so, your legs tensed up in his arms causing your own hips to raise effortlessly to meet his thrusts. It was going to happen again, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your eyes were locked with his own, his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth slightly agape as he worked extra hard to make sure you squirted all over his cock.

"Cum for me." and like the obedient slut you were, you came. He groaned loud at the wetness splashing against his abs, dripping down along his thighs and making the mess even worse. "Fuckin' filthy bitch." he snarled, and his thrusts somehow got rougher, effortlessly pinning you in place as he worked towards his end.

Bakugou leaned down, your knees pressed into the bed next to your head and his lips found yours. The kisses weren't long, but they were just as messy and so fucking hot. He broke apart the kiss to moan, an actual moan that had your core tightening up abruptly, and that was enough to throw him over the edge. He came with a deep groan of your name, his hips never once stopping as he fucked his cum deep inside of you.

Slowly with stuttering thrusts, he began to pull out, making sure his cum was all inside. And when he pulled out with a lewd squelching pop, he instantly moved his gaze down to your still clenching hole that was starting to push out his cum in thick white globs down along your pussy and between your ass cheeks. It was fucking filthy, and he was staring like it was a work of art.

You whined, trying to close your legs to relieve the ache and Bakugou must've switched out of the mindset of ruining you because he got up abruptly, and you watched the muscles in his back flex as he made his way towards the bag of toiletries he had dropped in his haste to grab you at the start of this all.

He returned not long after, kneeling back down so he could swipe something damp and warm between your legs making you jolt. He laughed, "Hold still, 'm just cleanin' up the mess." and you relaxed slowly, letting him swipe along your thighs and along your still throbbing sex to make sure he cleaned up everything he could. Then he was scooting you across from the ruined bed onto the clean one, and it vaguely registered in your mind that he had set up two beds with the intention of not sharing.

You remained laying on the bed, sweat now cooling on your slightly heaving chest. You felt gross, truly, but the idea of having to move your legs and get back into the bath sounded like far too much work. A heavy weight shifted next to you, pulling the blankets back until you were buried beneath the soft material and a warm hard body was wrapped around you.

Bakugou breathed in deep against the back of your head, eyes fluttering closed as the post-sex hormones settled deep in his bones, he doesn't think he's ever felt so relaxed after fucking someone. Perhaps it's because he knows he's got you right where he wants you now.

You shifted a little in the bed, the ache between your thighs making you hiss a little. A rumble was felt on your back before you heard the laughter, "Stop moving, get to fuckin' sleep." and he grinned to himself at the fact you didn't fight back, just curling more into the blanket and pressing your body further back into his plush chest.

Yeah, he's got you right where he wants you and he knows he'll be buried inside of you again sooner rather than later.

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[sukisangel]

"we should fuck."

"im sorry?" you squeak, almost dropping the book you'd been holding. your best friend rolls over on your bed, signature smirk spread across his face.

"nothin' to apologize for, babe."

your mouth drops open in pure shock, as you blink at him slowly, completely in a daze. finally after long moments of staring, you in complete astonishment, him adorning a look of utter boredom, you spoke.

"are you fucking crazy?"

he stands up, walking calmly over to the chair you sat in and leans down, lips so close you can feel his breath on your ear. your tense and your hair stands on edge, as one of his hands come to rest high up on your thigh.

"only for you."

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[sukisangel]

Hello is it ok if I can please request headcannons for when bakugo slowly falls in love with fem reader

Bakugou slowly falling in love with reader.

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Minor bullying, smut, fluff, pure love, unedited.

You both started out as aquantences.

He didn’t know you, you were an extra in his everday middle school life. But he knew you existed by the end of the year.

He didn’t really bully you; you weren’t one of Deku’s friends nor were you necessarily a loser. You had your own small friendgroup that you chilled with.

He started to really notice you in the last year of middle school.

You started to get braver with the people around you and speak to them.

So you were fairly well known.

Still not significant to him though.

You got paired with a couple of prodjects with him since your desks were near each other so he was forced to talk to you.

No matter how rude he was to you, you were calmed though. You never cried, never went into a fit of rage, never took serious offense, nothing.

It was weird as hell.

“You’re so fucking dumb. No wonder no one likes you.” He would utter at the smallest mistake. You’d not even bat an eye as you hummed to his conclusion. “Im very well liked. Also, im more of an average smarts type of person.” Then you would proceed to rant on about your grades and your academic record. He would give up.

He started to take his bullying a step up, he needed to see a reaction for some reason.

He dumped your pencil bag on the floor as his friends laughed in the background. “Oops, your fatass pencil case got in my way. Better pick it up now, asshat.” His tone was laced with a condescending tone, yet you would only glance at him briefly before continuing your work. He clicked his tongue, “Hey! Im talking to you!” He grabbed you by your hoodie and dragged you out of youe seat. Your expression never faltered as you looked into his angry eyes. “You looking down on me?!” You blinked at him, “No, I just don’t feel like picking ‘em up right now. I forgot to do my homework last night and now I have to speedrun it ‘cause if my grade drops again I’ll be in the ground.”

He slams you into your locker, “Gimme some money twerp, I need a drink.” You pull the inside of your pockets out to show you have nothing. “I’m broke, not a single cent to my name right now. I blew it all on shit on Amazon. I bought a book about a girl who eats cactus, 100 mini corgscrews, a variety pack of European candy, magnesium, a snow cone making machine, an old fashioned compass, a bike horn that makes that clown noise, a vibrating back massager, 4 pounds of chunky water-“ “ALRIGHT SHUT THE HELL UP DAMN!”

This constant cycle goes on until the end of the year.

You both are working on a project together when you look up at him. “You’re going to UA right?” He perks up at that, “Of course I am, whats it to you?” You twirl your pencil, “Same, omg twin.” “WHAT?!”

Turns out you were auditioning for the support course. Bakugou is less than pleased about this. He still finds your nonchalant attitude annoying, giving you the name Corpse to bitch about your unresponsivness, but you’re growinf on him. He’ll never admit that though.

In the first couple weeks of school you both dont talk much. Mostly cause he doesn’t want to.

One day you just sit at his lunch table and start eating like its nothing.

“What the fuck do you want Corpse?” “We’re gonna be working together soon. Thought I’d touch the cold water before diving right in.”

The project is when he starts to notice the little things about you.

His friends always mention how pretty you are, hes starting to recognize that too.

You smell good, like honey and mint mized together to make a sweet concoction that could get him drunk.

You were very observent. You noticed his small habits and connected them to bigger ones. This is how you learned to be cool with him.

Your eyebrows would furrow slightly when something didnt make sense.

He hated how much he was paying attention.

By the second year he could call you his friend (in his mind of course) without denying it or acting disgusted.

You started to become friends with his friends and they invited you to hang out with them whenever the chance arose.

You sat at the same table as him, always sitting next to him.

You would sometimes just come into his room just to chill. He’d complain but he secretly didn’t mind. You never snooped, you just chilled.

You started to talk more and show more emotion around him. He would see more emotion than he’s ever saw in you. A laugh that would make him blush red, an occasional flirty tone, eurphoria whenever anything super good happened, etc. This only happened in private though. Never with other people.

He started to develope a crush on you.

You were a touchy person and he was used to that. But all of a sudden the hand touches to ground him or the leaning in to see what he was doing started to make his heart beat so fast.

He wrote it off as allergies and mindless lust until the 3rd year when he couldn’t take it anymore.

Thats when he finally confessed. And you accepted with a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek.

Dating came naturally to you too. You were happy in eachothers presences and you both could handle each other the way no one else could.

He wouldn’t really show any steamy affection until your 3rd year at UA. You got kisses eventually and cuddles. You also got hugs and make out sessions.

By the 3rd year he just couldnt take having to palm himself to pictures of you anymore.

He then finally got the courage to initiate freaky shit.

At first he resided with just humping you until he came in ropes into his pants. Then he started to feel your titties and grope you with clothes on. Then he would let you palm him and jerk him off until he splattered all over your hand. And then after long debate, he was allowed to touch you too. Then came the oral pleasure. Then the clothes came all the way off and they mixed it all together. And then FINALLY you two had mindblowing sex.

After that he realized his favorite food was you and vice versa.

By the beginning of 4th year you two were attached at the hip.

You showed him everything, he knew everything about you and vice versa.

You two were madly in love. Nothing could stop that.

By the time you both were out of school he was ready to marry you. He couldn’t see himself with anyone else.

And he finally did it about 2 or 3 years after school.

You said yes, of course.

The wedding was themed a mixture or his favorite color and yours.

And the rest is a blur, a blur spotted with hearts and stars until they both passed away together at an old age.

[sukisangel]

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[sukisangel]

Not me thinking about… Katsuki Bakugou’s alarm goes off at the ungodly hour of 3:15 in the morning. It’s not the alarm that wakes him though, it’s the way you groan and shift next to him stretching your arm out to try and turn the alarm off hitting him in the face.

He wishes he was tired enough to tease you about it with a playful grumble. But all he can to is grab your wrist and gently kiss it as his crimson eyes blink away his grogginess.

“Hey,” he rasps out “We gotta get up Baby, we have a flight to get to.”

He pulls away from the warmth of you in the sheets reluctantly to hop into a cold shower knowing that he is the one who is awake enough to take the wheel. He lets the cold water activate his senses as he thinks of the way your half conscious face presses into the drool covered sheets.

He's efficient when it comes to getting himself ready for whatever the day has to offer, The Suitcases have been packed and placed in his car hours before, a morning snack is in the fridge, and anything else the two of you need for the morning is laid out, folded and prepped.

This comes in handy when his other half is little less ready to start the day, even if starting the day means that the two of you are about to go off on the trip of a lifetime.

"You gotta get up" he says firmly. ripping the last sheet from your body causing you to finally blink awake. Getting to your feet, you mumble some gibberish good mornings with a dopey grin that just melts his heart. With you getting out of the house is a breeze for the Explosion Hero. It only takes a few minutes for the two of you to get settled in the car and start down the road. Tired eyes scanning the street for any coffee house that is open this early in the morning.

With everything closed his foot felt a bit more like led on the gas pedal. You are at the Airport three minutes earlier than the navigation said you would be. He hands his keys to the parking attendant and pulls you and the suitcases to the security check in. Once in line you whine at the lack of coffee in your system.

He lets out a soft laugh and looks around at the hundreds of other people in the Security line who are too tired to realize that they are right next to one of the country's top pro heroes right under their noses.

"Once we're through security, I promise I'll get ya some caffeine." he says, kissing your forehead as you lean into his chest as the line moves along one person at a time.

[sukisangel]

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[sukisangel]

DILF!BAKUGO

warnings: maybe a little suggestive if you squint your eyelids real close but otherwise just pure fluff!!!

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just thinking about dilf!bakugo who has a daughter who is absolutely the sweetest angel you have ever met and i have two different scenarios for this.

you have her in your kindergarten class and she is just the cutest little thing. she’s always so polite and kind to others. one time the class went to a petting zoo and she was so quiet and gentle with the animals. at one point she was sitting on the hay covered ground with a piglet asleep in her lap. some other kid went over to her screaming about how cute it was and how they wanted to hold it and she scolded the kid. “now hush! can’t you see it’s sleeping. you can have a turn when it’s awake.” she whispered just a tad bit ticked off.

the day they got out for winter break you had a christmas party for the kids and boy was it hectic. there was hot chocolate spilt, cookie crumbs all over the place, frosting smeared on the chairs, you know all the normal kid things. as your picking up you hear her quiet voice behind you, “miss (l/n) would you like some help?” and your heart melts. you send her a sweet smile and shake your head, “no i got it baby, but thanks for asking pumpkin!” she makes a thin line with her lips, “are you sure? my daddy won’t be here for a little while, i really don’t mind!” she wasn’t gonna take no for an answer huh? 10 minutes go buy and you both finished and are now dancing to every breath you take by the police when suddenly you hear a knock and a gruff voice at the doorway. you turn around and katsumi runs in that direction. “hi daddy! how was work?” she says as she hugs him tightly. “it was good sweet pea thanks for asking.” as he plants a kiss on her forehead. he turns to you and stumbles a little. god you were gorgeous. “sorry i’m late, i had a little incident to take care of, i hope she didn’t cause too much trouble.” you shake your head and smile “never! she is the sweetest girl i have ever met!” you giggle a little and he smiles. katsumi runs up to you and hugs your leg. “i’ll see you in a few weeks miss (l/n)! have a great christmas break!” she hands you a card of her and her dad wearing matching green turtle necks and jeans. she had saved a christmas card for you. you smile so big and give her hug, “merry christmas katsumi! i hope you have a wonderful christmas and new year! be safe you two!” you wave goodbye and bakugos eyes gaze a little longer and then you can’t see them anymore.

another one would be you being bakugos assistant and sometimes (3 times out of 5) she’ll come to the agency afterschool. she’ll sit in a chair right next to his desk in the office, or she’ll go to the break room to sit at a table (a disney princess one with matching chairs that bakugo got for her) and she’ll draw and color on a notebook that you bought for her. sometimes she’ll even ask for you to lift her up and sit her on your desk and just talk your ear off. which you enjoy because it truly is interesting to get a peak inside a 6 year olds mind, especially pro hero dynamights childs’ at that. she’ll ramble and ramble about “miss (l/n), did you know that baby kangaroos are called joeys?” “do you think ants have nightmares miss (l/n)?” “what would happen if a volcano just erupted right now miss (l/n)?!” “miss (l/n) have you ever had a durian? they stink P U!” and you can’t help but entertain her thoughts by saying “really? i thought they’d be called dunkins!” “i’m sure ants have nightmares, they’re probably scared of some little blonde 6 year old girl drowning them with a water hose.” “well if a volcano exploded right now i’m sure your dad would pick you up and get you as far away from here honey!” “no i haven’t had a durian pumpkin, im sure they can’t smell as bad as your father.” you say as you pinch your nose and waft your hands and she bursts out in laughter.

katsumi sees her dad from the corner of her eye and covers her mouth to try and muffle her giggling, but it doesn’t work to any avail. “what’s all this laughter huh? this is a no laughing environment, only serious faces here.” bakugo says as he goes to tickle her sides. “m-miss (l/n) s-says you’re more stink-ier than a-a-a durian!” she lets out in between giggles and he pauses. “is what i’m hearing true miss (l/n)?” he says with a knowing smirk. you turn your head back to your computer with a straight face. “i said no such thing.” with a side eye. “hmm if i can recall last night you were saying my bedsheets sme-” you shush him and shoo him off shooting katsumi a smile to which she gives an even wider one back.

[sukisangel]

last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.

it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantly—no pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that would’ve made it better, is some clarity.

you’re dating katsuki, but it’s not official—he’s not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, he’s just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesn’t have the time. time—something he’s never had enough of, that has to be it, right?

your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut short—maybe he thinks you just don’t know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.

“morning katsuki,” you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mind—but he’s cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?

“morning,” he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.

“what am i to you?” shit, how did that slip out? you could’ve sworn you asked how he slept.

“a fuckin’ headache,” he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.

date three, part one—you had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesn’t like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste combo—yet here he is having both in his refrigerator—how odd.

“c’mon, i’m serious,” you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.

“so ‘m i.” he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.

“but, i’m in your apartment,” you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentence—one that reads yeah, no shit. “i slept in your bed with you, i’m wearing your shirt,” you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.

“you’re talkin’ my damn ear off too,” he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.

by date five, it was obvious that katsuki’s actions spoke louder than his words—which is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove past—and each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.

“nevermind,” you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. you’ve decided that, whatever this is—it’s good enough for you.

but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed up—but you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the meal—as if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.

“hey,” he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. “you’re mine.”

the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. you’re his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?

“oh c’mon,” he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. “you slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckin’ shirt.”

he gave you this shirt—right before he told you to go wait bed while he tidied up—how the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?

“don’t play dumb,” he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves up—like hell he’s gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.

he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smile—but he just can’t.

“y’already know you’re mine.”

✩ note ; thank you for reading <3 might be ooc i dunno it’s my first time writing him officially >: reblogs are vvv appreciated !!