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ohsuguruu · 2 years

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bakugou katsuki x reader.

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an. hi! this is a rewrite of one of my previous works before i deleted my old blog. please like and reblog if you enjoy! feedback would be appreciated :)

warnings. 18+ fem!reader, oral fem!receiving, praise, degradation? (use of whore is used once), katsuki spits in your mouth:), aged up bakugou. pushing my soft and whipped katsuki agenda.

synopsis. bakugou katsuki loves coming home to you :)

bakugou katsuki is a simple man.

he likes waking up early in the morning, and kissing your sleeping face before he leaves for his morning jog. he likes coming back to your smiling face, smelling your perfume and the scent of your hair when you walk past him to your closet.

the thing he likes the most, however, is coming home to you.

he remembers you whispering something about having off today, and your gleeful smile while you tell him all that you want to do. i might make brownies katsu’. maybe i'll even frost them for you. he remembers the way you wiggled your eyebrows at him then, adding a suggestive, only if you say please. he also remembers the way you suddenly broke off into a shriek when he responded by digging his fingers into your sides.

he smiles at the memory, but it grows even wider when he’s hit with the smell of brownies baking when he opens the front door. he can hear the soft croon of amy winehouse, along with your half-assed attempt at a duet.

when he walks into the kitchen however, he can feel the warmth in his chest spread to the rest his body while he watches you slightly sway to the music.

when you spot him, you start singing louder into the wooden spoon, reaching out to get him to dance with you. you're such a dumbass, you hear him whisper, feeling his strong hands move to your waist covered by your soft sleep shirt.

you’re the one dancing with me, you reply. katsuki just laughs, moving his hands to the small of your back while dipping his head to greet you with a kiss. the perfect picture of domestic bliss.

his kisses start to intensify, purpose flooding his actions. his hand moves to have a gentle hold on your chin, kissing the side of your mouth and moving down to your neck.

your hand trails up his workout shirt to feel his stomach tensing as he moves his pelvis to touch your tummy. he always showers before he comes home from the agency, which you always wrinkle your nose at. you’ve always liked the way he smells.

his moves his hands downward, patting your bottom to let you know to jump. he places you on the kitchen counter, kneading your hips as he continues kissing your neck.

you move a hand upwards to tug at his hair, eager to feel his lips on yours again.

he feels your hands tugging at his shirt, breaking away to look at your pouting face. “take it off katsu, please? wanna feel you.”

a small groan slips out of his mouth, eyebrows furrowing when he sees your soft eyes. he slips out of his shirt as quickly as he can manage, making a soft giggle leave your swollen lips.

he returns to you with surprising swiftness, your hands digging into his broad shoulders and feet crossing at the small of his back at the feeling of his tongue caressing your mouth.

it makes you shiver, feeling his big palms slide against your skin, fingertips digging into all the places where you're soft and pliant. makes you whimper against the push of his mouth, plead for him to make you feel good.

he listens, and he listens well. his big palm sliding down the front of your stomach, reaching past the damp patch of curls to thumb against your clit.

it makes you gasp, hips tilting out towards his hand as he palms you, middle finger sliding towards the place where you’re leaking steadily.

you pull back from his mouth slightly, taking a breath to really look at him. how soft he looks in the soft light of the setting sun, how good he looks when his face pinches as he feels how good and ready you are for him.

it makes you ache something fierce in between your thighs and somewhere deep in your chest. only something he can soothe. it makes you spread your legs, drawing him deeper into you.

it only intensifies when you feel him. hard and ready against your upper thigh, his hips moving slightly to help himself gain control. it makes you huff, smashing your lips back together, nails digging into the hard plains of his shoulders.

makes him smile, feeling how ready you are at the pull of your hands. his girl, like you were made for him. makes him slip two fingers into you, feel how soft and wet you are. “sh, baby. ‘s okay,” he mumbles, when he hears the hurt sound fall from your lips. “gotta get you ready for me, sweet girl.”

he curls his fingers, rubbing against that rough spot inside of you, makes your hips jolt and lips fall slack into a cry. he swallows it from your open mouth, and lets out a whimper of his own as he thinks about tasting you.

he does just that, removing his finger, and sucking them clean. katuski lowers back onto his haunches, tugging softly at your sleep shorts.

you can see the need in him, lifting your hips to let him tug them off. he spreads your legs wider, taking a look at your cute cotton panties, placing a kiss on your clit before he yanks them off too.

he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out to place a sloppy kiss against your bare entrance. he licks his lips, savoring your taste as his eyes roll back in his head. it makes his free hand drift down to the front of his sweatpants, palming himself before slipping his hand inside. he tugs at himself, moaning into your cunt at your taste.

you arch your back against the counter top, feeling the vibrations and his nose bump against your bundle of nerves. it makes you reach for him, gripping his hair so tight you know that it stings a little. it only makes him needier though, using his free hand to shove you against his face, drowning himself in your cum.

you can only handle so much, however. feeling yourself ache more, quickly becoming frustrated at how unsatisfied you still feel. katuski, you whimper. your strained voice makes him stop, looking up to see your pleading eyes. makes him want to give it to you good so you’ll feel better, wants to make you feel so good you see stars.

so, he returns to your arms. his big palm rubbing soothing circles on your lower tummy as he lowers his sweatpants enough to slip himself out.

you push yourself up on your elbows as you watch him rub the head against your leaking entrance, covering himself in your cum. he moves the head up to your clit, giving you some teasing smacks, the soft pap pap’s make you whine.

you see it in the way his grin grows, the way his eyes go a bit more unfocused. you know he wants you just as bad as you want him. makes you go insane with it, reaching to take his cock in your hand to push it into you yourself.

it proves to be too tough for you though, the pleasurable ache of bakugou katsuki makes you flatten against the counter top, eyes closed as you release little hurt sounds with every exhale.

it makes him crazy all the same, his eyebrows furrowing and palm slapping against the countertop to keep his overeager hips from rutting into you. makes him groan, moving his thumb to rub your clit and feel your fluttering walls trying to take him.

“‘s okay, honey. sh, sh, take it.” he shifts his hips closer, feeling you slowly give way to let him slide fully inside. the push makes you scramble, grip quickly onto his hand on your lower stomach.

he finally bottoms out, releasing a shuttering groan to match with your shrill whimper. makes you breathe out a weak “okay,” then “okay, okay, okay.” soothing yourself and getting used to the feeling inside of you.

his left hand moves then, pushing up your sleep shirt to thumb at your nipple before finding its home against your ribcage. he sees the furrow of your brow, your breasts heaving and your hips grinding your clit against the coarse hairs on his pelvis. it makes his head drop, resting his forehead against yours as his hips jerk.

“you’re so pretty, sweet girl.”

“thank you, katsu,” you reply, voice soft. ever so pliant and sweet. that’s where his favorite nickname came from, looking at your soft eyes and sweet smile whenever you’d do something for you. always remembering your manners, just such a sweet girl.

he pulls his hips back slightly, feeling your walls grip him and suck him back in. makes you moan, soft and sweet, harmonizing with his shuddering groan. he thrusts back in, hard, jostling your body and pulling a startled ah! from your throat.

he pulls back again, and again, and again until he establishes a steady rhythm. katsuki spreads your folds, watching himself slide in and out with a squelch, listening to the moaning coming from your mouth and watching you clutch at his hand and your breast.

rolling his hips slightly upwards, he angles himself to hit that rough spot inside of you every. single. time. it makes you feral, twisting your upper body, and scrambling to place your palm on his toned lower stomach to try and control his thrusts.

he dips his head, trying to kiss at your slack lips, laughing into your open mouth as he grabs your cheeks to spit in it. he leans back slightly, pulling himself out, and slaps the tip of his cock on your clit, laughing at the way you squeal. “you’re so pretty honey,” he mumbles, bringing his head down to mouth at your hairline as he pushes himself back in. “such a sweet girl, baby, my sweet girl. my whore,” he says, his hips going faster and faster, creating a repetitive slapping sound.

you feel delirious, sparks sizzling just underneath your skin, the burning in the pit of your stomach intensifying with every thrust. constant streams of moans and babbled declarations of love bubbling from your mouth, begging for something you can’t place.

your body feels taut, slowly curling in on itself as the fire grows stronger. your legs begin to shake, eyes growing blurry with tears and your moans grow higher in pitch.

katsuki isn’t faring much better. his big hands digging into the softness of your hips, feeling his balls pull up tight as the knot in his stomach grows tighter and tighter. he watches as a lone tear falls from your eyes as your eyes roll slightly into the back of your head and your back arch -

he feels the way you clamp down, can hear your breathing stutter as stars erupt behind your eyes lids. it sets off a chain reaction, him whimpering out a final love you as he finally reaches his end.

you like to watch him as you come down, like the way his neck stretches and the way his adam’s apple bobs with a final elongated groan. makes you smile, feeling the warmth of him escaping around his cock. you stretch, feeling like the cat that got the canary.

with one final shutter, katsuki opens his eyes to look at you, smiling with you as he catches your eye. he leans down, clutches the side of your face as he gives you a sloppy kiss, humming into your mouth.

the afterglow is shattered, however, when you hear the shrill tone of your alarm, signaling the brownies are done. you go to move to take them out, but katsuki just smiles. he pulls out swiftly, ignoring your small hiss of discomfort, and throws you over his shoulder to walk you bare ass naked to your shared bedroom.

“katsuki!” you shriek, more worried about the brownies burning than anything else.

he slaps your ass to silent you, barking out a laugh as a responce to your startled hey!

he deposits you onto your shared bed, ignoring your wrinkled nose at the idea of cum getting onto your clean sheets.

“don’t worry, i'll take care of it,” in response to both the brownies and the sheets. “ just focus on regaining your strength after i just fucked your brains out.”

he moves to leave the room, throwing his head back in a laugh at your flustered attempt at scolding him. he returns to the kitchen with a dopey grin on his face, looking for the oven mits.

he wonders silently if this one will finally stick.

fin.

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secondsineternity · 3 months

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Genesis

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Very excited about this one, hope you enjoy!

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theythedisaster · 2 years

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See me with your hands Pt.2

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku

Content: Medusa! Katsuki x Blind! Izuku

Pt.2: Words: 1, 598

Summary: After being cursed by his goddess, Katsuki turns his back against the world and seccludes himself with the nymphs and his garden. He lives lonely, until a dumb, young demigod comes to try and take his head away and only ends up bringing more trouble to his life.

Though Katsuki cannot really complain about it.

Pt.1

When the kid left that day -not even trying to glance backwards- the last thing that crossed through Katsuki’s mind was to see him again, but Katsuki is surprised to meet him once again not even a week later.

Katsuki is grinding away at some dried leaves he harvested earlier that week, humming the old memory of a song low under his breath. It is no longer resembling of its original, Katsuki knows that much, but it’s been so long since he last heard it. It has just escaped him almost completely. But he still enjoys himself, being alone for so long has a way to make you appreciate even the most mundane of tasks, the most mind numbing of jobs. Everything becomes a great distraction and for someone who has no limit to his life, like Katsuki, living in misery is not a pleasing way of spending his time.

So, he sings to his heart's content, watching how the leaves turn into dust under the polished rock when there’s a thud somewhere behind him and an immediate cry of pain.

“Shit-”

It’s obvious, by the way it is shouted in the form of a whisper, that the person tried their best to keep quiet and failed miserably. Already incredibly sloppy work.

Katsuki lets the rock fall from his hand, turning around and assuming a defensive pose. “Who 's there!” He calls into the garden, hearing the immediate ruffle of leaves. “Come the fuck out!” The only thing to defend himself other than his eyes is the small blade he grips between his fingers. He never would have thought he would have to fight for his life twice in a week. This is a new record.

He waits, breath held tight in his chest until he sees a small figure coming out from behind the statue of one of the sons of Zeus -like with many others in his garden, Katsuki has no name which to attach to his face-. He sighs the held breath and glares at Kota, even when he knows the kid cannot see it, for he wears the cloth from last time around his eyes.

“I want you to know I’m glaring angrily at you right now,” hands on his hips.

The little demon has the audacity to giggle behind his hand, but it quickly turns into a sheepish, shy smile when he hears Katsuki click his tongue.

“What are you doing here again? I thought it was clear our last encounter would be exactly that: the last.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he tries to ignore the bubbly feeling of happiness that tickles at the center of his chest. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had wished the boy would come back.

The mere taste of a few minutes of harmless contact with another of his own had been detrimental to his mood. It was like tasting water after weeks of wandering a hot desert, addicting. But he had felt the emotional withdrawal once the kid was gone and suddenly he was back in his teenage years, missing the life he once had.

He feels sad suddenly, his shoulders losing some of their edge.

"I left my sword last time. I'll be in trouble if I don't bring it back." Kota says, adjusting the blindfold once again. He stops, his hands coming together, pressed to his body and Katsuki sees something else coming. "The bread from last time was also really good…"

Katsuki scoffs, “Unbelievable, first you come to kill me and fail and now expect me to feed you, again?” It’s all talk really, because he’s already grabbing the child’s hand gently and guiding him through the rest of the garden. The squeak of surprise from Kouta is ignored in favor of giving directions to make sure he doesn’t stumble with any roots or pots.

Behind him, the kid seems to have lost all of the fear he had the first time they meet. He chatters animatedly and confidently, as if Katsuki would be able to actually relate to the things he talks about.

His hand opens the door to his tiny house and with delicate fingers he maneuvers Kota in front of him and towards the kitchen. Katsuki sits him at the table and grabs his wrists to guide his hands towards a ceramic plate in front of him.

“Keep your hands on the plate,” He instructs the momentarily blind boy as he turns to look for the fresh loaf of bread. Katsuki slices a few pieces and places them on the plate. “You’re lucky, brat. I just finished baking a new loaf this morning.”

Katsuki watches in amusement as Kota feels around the edges of the plate until his fingers come in contact with the slice of bread. He beams and quickly brings the piece to his lips to munch happily, humming.

“This is the best bread I’ve ever tasted!” The brat says between bites and Katsuki tries his hardest to squash the feeling the praise brings to his heart. It still buzzes inside him.

He grunts noncommittally, pouring already hot water into a pot to make some ginger tea. It is quiet, besides the munching sounds coming from the little demon, so Katsuki concentrates into the slightly bubbling water. When it is done, he starts pouring the tea into two ceramic cups. Of course, that’s when Kota decides to drop a firebomb on him.

“Would you show me how to make it?” It is quiet and rushed, but Katsuki hears it all the same.

The admission shocks him so much he moves too suddenly and ends up spilling hot tea all over his hand. “Fuck!” He shakes it desperately, letting the teapot fall over the counter.

“W-what happened? Are you okay?” Kota stands nervously, but refrains from moving too much, for him being blindfolded would surely be of more harm than help.

Katsuki sticks his hand on the charmed bucket of forever cool water close by, and turns to Kota with a bated breath. “What did you say?”

The kid shifts on his feet, looking much more less confident than a few minutes ago. “Um, are you okay?”

“No, before that.”

Shit, his hand hurts.

“Oh…” The kid visibly defleats, somehow turning tinier in himself. “I asked if you could show me how to make bread like you.”

Katsuki stays quiet, staring at the unknowing boy. The admission in itself is not surprising, what sends a wave of emotion through Katsuki is what it entails.

“You know you can’t learn how to make a bread like mine in just a few hours, right?” He’s careful when he asks. There’s something hidden in the kid’s question, one much more deep and heavy, but Katsuki doesn’t dare let his heart get its hope up.

“Yeah, I know.” The kid is back to facing the ground and clasping his hands together like the first time they met.

“Are you asking me if you could come again?” He feels his hands tremble slightly, a confusing mix of feelings tangling inside his mind, lacing around each other like hungry snakes.

Kota sucks his lower lip into his mouth and bites on it and, as if knowing Katsuki is staring him down, he nods silently.

A breath leaves his lungs, one he didn’t even realize he was holding. He stays silent, his mind flying around.

The kid wants to come back? And learn from him?

Why?

“Why?” It escapes him before he can stop it and it comes out with way too much emotion. He sounds weak and immediately cringes at himself. He can’t really feel the stinging from his burned hand that much anymore.

Kota perks up at this. There is a tiny smile on his lips, “I think you’re really cool.”

Katsuki cannot believe it. He feels like he’s in a dream. There’s no way this kid just barged into his garden, tried to kill him once, convinced him to feed him twice and now thinks he’s cool. After going so many years without contact with other humans, he’s forgotten how complicated kids usually are.

“And I want more bread,.” he offers over the plate in the general direction of Katsuki.

“Ugh, are you serious?”

Kota laughs, already back to his confident kid mannerisms.

Katsuki slices a few more pieces of bread and sits him back at the table. This time, he sits with him, the two forgotten tea cups now filled with ginger tea.

It is quiet between them, but not awkwardly so. It is more contemplating than anything. But when they finish eating and there is no more tea to drink, he decides to give his response.

“I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to teaching you.” It is quiet and rather hopeful, because he can no longer deny that the kid’s company sounds ten times better than being alone with just his plants and the occasional visit from Ochako and Mina.

“Really?” Kota sounds way too excited, as if him teaching the brat something would be the best thing in the world.

“Yeah, but you have to be perfect, I don’t accept half-assed shit. Got it?”

The smile the little demon gives him makes his heart flutter and happiness sit at the bottom of his belly.

“Sir, yes Sir!” Kota moves too wide and too fast, hitting Katsuki’s burned hand along the way. It starts pounding immediately.

“Ugh, fuck! Kota!”

“I’m sorry! I don’t know where anything is! I can’t see!”

He can’t believe this is really happening. It feels like a dream.

Katsuki is not alone anymore.

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thatnewweeb · 18 days

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Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.

At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.

They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.

Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.

When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.

You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.

It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.

After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.

He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.

You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.

When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.

From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.

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tootiecakes234 · 3 months

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“Hey Katsuki”, you scream from the your bedroom.

“What” he yells back at you from somewhere else in the house.

“Where ya at?”

“In the game room.”

So you get up and head that way. When you enter he’s sat in his gaming chair with his headset on.

“Hey bub…. Hey guys” you say loud enough to be heard through his headset.

“Yea yea. They all said hey.” You knew Kirishima and Kaminari were on the other end. Maybe even Mina too cuz she wasn’t texting you back.

“Kit-Kat, I’m getting hungry. Do you know what sounds really good for dinner?”

“What?” he questions without taking his eyes off the screen.

You walk behind him and slide your arms around his neck and nuzzle into the back of his head. You’re trying to butter him up because you know he’s not gonna wanna make what you’re craving.

“You remember those dumplings you made from scratch a while ago?” You ask with your voice dripping in as much sweetness you can muster.

“No.”

“No you don’t remember or no you’re-“

And he interrupt you before you can even finish. “No im not cooking that. There are frozen dumplings in the fridge.”

“But Sukiiiiii, those aren’t as good as the ones you make. The flavors aren’t the same and yours are so crispy and doughy. Pleaaasseee.”

“Hey you assholes shut the hell up. No ones talking to you.” He responds to his friends in the headset. “You want her to have ‘em, bring your ass over and make ‘em”

“I’m not doing this. You idiots hold on.” And he pauses the game and turns around to face you and removes his head set.

“Look we can order takeout if you want, but I’m not about to make freakin dumplings from scratch cuz you have a craving. I’d have to go to the store and get ingredients and taking the time to make the wrappings. ‘S too much.” He tries to explain to you in a rational way .

“I knooowww…. I’d go to the store with you though and I’ll help you make them…. Pretty please” you whine and stick you lowere lip out just a little with your eyes as pleading as you can make them.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and throws his head back.

“You don’t get whatever you want just because you pout at me. Spoiled ass. Not today. Maybe sometime later this week.”

You didn’t actually think he’d tell you no. He usually never does. Maybe you are spoiled. Still makes you sad though.

So you put on your big girl pants, tuck your lip back in and give him a soft “ok” before you lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips so he knows you’re not upset with him.

He is allowed to say no.

“Is Mina on the game with you guys?” You ask him when you pull back.

“Yeah she is.”

“When you get back on can you tell her to stop being a bitch and answer my phone call. I have tea to spill.”

“I’ll tell her.”

And with that you head toward the door and leave.

Once you’re back in your room it takes Mina about 3 minutes to call you and you start catching her up on everything.

You guys stay on the phone for about 30 minutes before she has to go.

After that, you bury yourself in the blankets and start reading the manga you had lying on your nightstand.

Before you can really get into it, Katsuki is walking into your room and going into the closet.

“Get your ass outta bed and get dressed before I change my goddamn mind.”

“What?” You ask because now you’re confused.

“You said you were gonna go to the store with me to buy all this shit so get your ass up and let’s go.”

“Kats you don’t have to, it’s fine.”

“Look ya spoiled brat, if I gotta tell you to get up one more time we are gonna be in here fightin.”

And the smile that breaks out on your face. You hurry and get outta bed and rush him. “Awwwww my sweet boy”

“I swear to god, I’m this close to letting your ass starve.”

And you wrap your arms around him and start kissing everywhere on his face. When you pulled away he has a deep frown on his face but you can see the sparkle in his eyes that he gets when you’re super happy.

You pull away and scurry off to get dressed.

He really needs to start saying no to you and meaning it before you really lose the understanding of the word.

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katszumi · 28 days

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“you know, your eyes kinda resemble a ruby.” you slurred your words. your chin rested in the palm of your hand, elbow digging in the table below you.

bakugou snorted, his eyes never wavering from yours. “what made you think of that shit?”

you lifted your shoulders, quickly dropping them.

“do i need a reason?”

“to be thinking about nonsense? yes.” he answered his own question. his response caused an eye-roll out of you.

you grabbed the small glass in front of you, finishing the shot you set down earlier to save for later.

“that’s your fifth shot of the night.” bakugou intercepted the silence. he sat upright in his chair, his arms folded across his chest.

you gulped the remains of the liquor, swiping your tongue across the bottom of your lip.

“and you’re on your what? like second?” you remarked.

bakugou wasn’t a drinker. everyone knew that. he preferred to be sober, always offering to be the designated driver whenever the group wanted to have a night of fun.

but tonight was his pro-hero debut party. all of his friends and old schoolmates were there, so he figured if he were to drink, tonight was the perfect time.

also, who was he to decline having a drink with a pretty girl?

his eyes glanced at your now wet lips which unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed from you. “two is plenty.”

you leaned forward, reaching your hand towards bakugou’s shirt. your fingers grazed the top button of his shirt. slowly, you unfastened it. “there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun, katsuki.”

due to the sudden proximity, he could smell the alcohol coming from your breath, but he couldn’t bring himself to resist your actions.

you continued to the second button. “take this time to relax.” you raised your hands once more, your fingers now grazing his neck to uncuff the collar of his shirt.

now, you leaned away from him, returning to your previous position. “now you look like a man that’s ready for the night.”

bakugou dropped his shoulders and leaned back in his chair, turning his head sideways. he couldn’t refuse the blush that was coming onto his face nor could he hide it. he knew you were staring right into his soul. he was also aware that you loved to tease him like that.

“unhinged. i swear you are.” was the only thing bakugou could muster.

ever since he’s known you from u.a, you were always that daring girl who was so unpredictable. there was never a dull moment with you.

but that was also what made you so dangerous for him.

a laugh parted your lips. “been called worse.”

“bullshit.” he called it, looking into your eye once again. “like what?”

“irresponsible,” you started count on your fingers.

“i can see it.” bakugou shared his input.

“arrogant,”

he rolled his eyes, “heard my fair share of that one too.”

“impulsive,”

“accurate.”

“provocative.”

bakugou moved his head in a notion like he was deciding between two things. “nah.”

you furrowed your brow, squinting your eyes in confusion. “what is that supposed to mean?”

“provocative sounds like a slutty word.” he simply responded. “i think you know you’re attractive, and you know how to use it to your advantage. not a bad thing at all.”

you paused for a moment, your lips parting from shock. a small grin began to form on your face. “did bakugou katsuki just call me attractive?”

the male scoffed, “don’t act like this is news to you. ‘m sure you heard it plenty times before.” he brushed it off.

“just didn’t think you of all people would willingly say that.”

bakugou chuckled to himself. he raised his finger in the air, indicating for the server assigned to your table to bring him another drink.

“unlike you, not everyone needs five shots of liquor in their system to confess something.” undoubtedly, it was shot taken at her, one that you couldn’t refuse the growing smile on your face.

“oh? since when did you decide to get so bold?”

“someone’s actions tend to rub off on me.”

“they must be foolish.”

once again, bakugou’s ruby eyes lowered to your lips. undeniable. how could his heart ever stand a chance when you treat him this way? did you not understand he loved a challenge?

“yeah, an irresistible fool.”

“please, i’m anything but a fool.”

“don’t flatter yourself; who said i was talking about you?” he opted to lie.

you leaned forward slightly, “with the amount of times you keep staring at my lips, it’s not hard to notice it’s taking everything in you to resist me.” your voice lowered in volume, for his ears to catch only. “therefore, irresistible.”

bakugou took his time to respond, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. “this must be that arrogant side of yours coming out.”

“one, not necessarily arrogance if it’s true. two, i’m attractive and i know how to use it to my advantage.” you recited his own words.

“this something you do with all your flings?”

you gave him a playful confused look. “do what?” intentionally, your voice had an innocent tone to it.

“drink with them. tease ‘em. nearly undress them. flirt with them in front of an audience?” bakugou could feel his patience slipping. like a sand hourglass, only a few grains left at the top waiting to fall to the bottom.

it had to have been from the shots that made him so precariously bold. but he couldn’t walk away. not when he has you in the palm of his hands— maybe even the other way around.

you propped your elbow on the table once more, cupping your own cheek. you gazed at bakugou through your lashes.

“if i had other flings, you think i’d be here with you all night?”

“don’t know. good question actually.” purposely, he played stupid.

you paused. “there are no others,” you knew that was the answer he was searching for. luckily for him, you didn’t mind giving it to him. “just you.”

bakugou nodded slowly, basking in the information. he could feel his heart flutter from the confession, a huge wave of relief washing over him.

“good. was startin’ to think you were actually considering the guy over at the bar.” of course, bakugou plays it off as a joke. even with the small liquor in his system, it was still difficult for him to admit his true feelings.

but you were fine with it. because even with the guard he pretends to have up, you can feel even with the slightest touch how much he cares for you. bakugou may be loud, cheeky, maybe a bit conceited, but he wasn’t a good liar. you always saw through his facade no matter what lies he decided to spew.

you scoff. “oh, shut up.” you fight a smile. “the guy at the bar doesn’t have the ruby eyes i like so much.”

“here you go with this stupid shit.”

i ’d do anything to flirt with katsuki late at night, both of us tipsy. god please im beggin

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joonipertree · 6 months

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Sugar Daddy Boxer! Bakugo Katsuki x college student gn!reader

Tags: Age gap! Bakugo is 27, reader is 22. fluff, protective bakugo, attentive bakugo, he's a boxer because I said so <3

Bro i finished this with my wrist bandaged up. The things I'd do for my anime men.

Pt 2. Pt 3

Feel free to send in requests/prompts for this AU!

"Babydoll."

....

"Babydoll."

You finally hummed, unwrapping the woollen scarf that pillowed your face. It did an amazing job to keep you warm in the cold abyss of the early morning winter but was useless in your boyfriend's heated sports car.

You let yourself unfurl, letting the warmth melt you.

"Did you sleep properly?"

"Yeah." you said with a yawn, ready to turn your brain off again.

"I'm gonna ask you how many hours and you're telling me the truth."

You made eye contact with Katsuki, who still hadn't left the front of your building mind you, and reached out for your morning kisses.

"First, answer then kisses."

You whined and squirmed before huffing into stillness when you realised he was too mean to give into you.

"Six hours."

Katsuki's already furrowed eyebrows furrowed even more but he leaned forward to kiss your puckered lips. They were warm and firm and tasted like strawberry chapstick. And the hint of your cologne wafted through you, making you sigh into him.

Katsuki tugged your lower lip into his mouth, suckling on it before letting go and kissing the corner of your lips.

"We agreed on eight, baby."

"I was doing my homework, silly."

"Was this before or after your fanfiction reading time?"

You grinned, pawing at his chest as you leaned in for another chaste kiss.

"Look at you learning, old man. It was before."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, squeezing your thigh with his rough hand before finally deciding to start the car.

"Where do you wanna get breakfast from? You're not getting a coffee, by the way."

"Excuse m---"

"Nuh uh, little one." Katsuki looked at you with an eyebrow raise. "You didn't sleep as much as you should've and it already makes you jittery."

You crossed your arms and huffed, burying yourself deeper into the leather. And you knew that you'd just say something stupid and get yourself in even more trouble, so your mouth stayed shut. Katsuki didn't bother asking again, already knowing that there was a chocolate croissant and Acai bowl that had you hooked.

He made his way into the store quickly, your body not ready to get out to the fanged monster that the winter brought. And it meant you got the wonderful opportunity to see people actively stare at your boyfriend.

It didn't matter when he didn't even bother making eye contact, hands deep in his pockets and resting bitch face on. Two boys came up to him in an excited manner that wasn't fit for early morning. And while Bakugo scowled harder, he still had the courtesy to give them his autograph. You knew that if they weren't highschool students, he'd tell them to fuck off. Bakugo never became aggressive with kids.

Once the order was handed to him, he slipped the tip into the jar at the counter. And since the man never carried change, the barista's face had twisted into shell shock. But Bakugo didn't even acknowledge it and left the premises, making his way back to you.

You were handed the croissant and Acai bowl, nose filling with pleasant scents that warmed you even further into the seat. Katsuki took a sip of his black coffee before handing you your own cup.

"It's very much decaf but I know you like your caramel macchiato."

You squealed at the gesture, not surprised that he was soft for you, and leaned in to give a big wet smooch to his cheek. His smile was evident, even when he tried to keep it hidden.

"I need to stop spoiling you."

He never did.

By the time you'd finished your drink and croissant, your uni had come into view. And as always, some people eyed the Chevrolet Corvette that your boyfriend drove. black exterior glittering in the morning sun.

After a couple affectionate kisses littered across Bakugo's face and a very long kiss on the lips, you got out of your car in your sweats and puffer jacket.

Your friends were waiting by the entrance, having come at the same time, they greeted you while eyeing the car. They knew it belonged to your boyfriend but they never knew what your boyfriend even did to be sports car rich.

"Hello, my children," You muttered out, blinking slowly as you put your scarf over your nose.

"Hey, dude. How did your--" One of your friends began to talk to you while you all walked to class. But after a good fifteen steps, you heard someone call your name.

"Oi." The gruff voice filled your ears.

The three of you turned around and your friends had been left bamboozled.

Because lo and behold, Bakugo Katsuki had graced them with his presence.

The man just held up a green canvas bag, his finger being the only thing to hold the straps. You gasped and ran to grab it, making sure to check the contents as if afraid that you forgot to put your precious artwork before you left your apartment.

"Thank you thank you thank you, 'suki." You muttered, getting on your tippy toes to kiss his nose and mouth. You had to put your hand on rock hard muscle to stabilise yourself and the pressure didn't effect him one bit. He just cupped your face and deepened the kiss before placing one on your forehead.

"Stop being a dumbfuck and sleep on time. And show me what you made when I pick you up."

Bakugo started going back to his car, not caring for the stares your friends were throwing at him. They were chill, so he's heard. Katsuki was too anti social to get first hand experience.

"My guy."

When you turned, your guy friend had grabbed you by the shoulder and shook you vigorously.

"Your rich fucking boyfriend is a WBA fighter. Dude!"

"Yeah!! He's super cool right?"

"He's a fucking god but that's besides the point." Your friend looked more and more erratic.

"Yeah and that god is giving you a death glare. Better get your hands off them, bro. You've seen the amount of blood his opponents lose." Your other friend interjected, already pulling him off of you. He looked pale.

You turned and saw Katsuki stand like a statue, hands in his pockets and eyes hardened. His teeth were gritted which worried you since he already had a bad jaw. Students were swerving away like two rivers, his body like a jagged mountain in the middle.

Your double thumbs up and wide grin was the only thing that broke him out of his stance, shoulders relaxing and jaw releasing from its hold. Katsuki scanned the two men for a few more seconds before he turned and left with a wave of his hand.

"Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to breathe properly all day."

You turned with a skip in your step, happy to have seen your boyfriend for a few extra seconds in the morning.

"He's like a doberman. Such a cutie pie."

"I feel like that's an accurate description considering he would bite our heads off but only let you pet him."

"I see no cuteness in that man."

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yndrgrl · 1 month

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pov: you're katsuki bakugo's crush, & you're dense

pining! bakugo. short lil drabble. just good ol' fluff. no au. gn! reader. ooc! bakugo.

a/n: should i make a longer version of this?

everyone always caught katsuki looking at you, hanging around your general vicinity, or walking the same routes you do. your guys' classmates think it's cute the way he has a noticeable crush on you. they've teased him so much to the point that he doesn't even deny anything anymore.

"bakubro, you're staring at (y/n) again," kirishima would say as he shook the blonde.

"yeah, so? mind your damn business!"

uraraka would giggle, "you two would be the cutest couple!"

"i'm workin' on it! get off my back, woman!"

hell, even aizawa was in on it. he would pair the two of you together in all sorts of projects. he sat the two next to each other so you guys would be desk partners.

he was so transparent with his feelings that everyone knew how he felt about you, so what was stopping him? simple. it was you.

you were stopping him.

he doesn't know how you feel about him. doesn't he make it so painstakingly obvious that, when you simply look at him, his face flushes & his hands begin to spark. don't you notice how he hates people -absolutely despises everyone- yet he's always inching towards you when you're sitting next to him?

you must know how he feels about you, how he's madly obsessed with you.

but you don't. you're stupid, i guess.

when he "accidentally" buys an extra pack of your favorite snack, you figure he's just full. when he compliments your outfit, you just assume that he's into that type of fashion.

at some point, someone can only try so hard until they get desperate.

one time you had cookie crumbs on your cheek, so katsuki cupped your pretty little face in his hand & used him thumb to brush them away.

another time you nearly tripped over your shoelaces, & -without hesitation- katsuki bent down on one knee to tie your shoes.

katsuki doesn't know how much more obvious he can get. he kisses your hands, has his hand around your waist whenever he can, he goes on late night snack runs with you, for crying out loud! he has everyone tell you that he likes you, & your response is always the same: "i don't think so, i think he's just being nice."

what really makes him wanna tear out his hair is when you complain about how single you are. you're always ranting to him about how you're just a hopeless romantic. the entire time you're practically crying to him about how unlovable you are, he's thinking, "an idiot. i am in love with a goddamn idiot."

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hanahaki270 · 1 month

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♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

♡・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・♡

Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

♡・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・♡

Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

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sugarlywhispers · 4 months

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the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

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loving-august · 9 days

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can i tie a ribbon around your biceps?

pairings. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

genre. all fluff

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notes. Midterms is coming close and instead of studying, my mind popped an idea after the IG reel I saw months ago :))

You waited.

You waited for this moment to come.

Not that you are nervous around katsuki, goodness no. It's just, Katsuki has a knack of snarky remarks whenever you have something to do to him. And most of the time, he's busy with his job. Saving people from day to night was part of his daily routine. He’s the number 2 hero, of course. Although he’s not the actual number one hero, your words of praise kept him going. He’ll tease you for a sap. But he’s thankful enough with you staying by his side even during his worst and best times.

You waited for him from the living room as you lay down on the couch, scrolling with your phone. Soon, a sound came from outside. The sound of heavy boots and the sound of the key from the main door, indicates that he’s home. He always tells you to lock the main door even if you are still in the shared apartment with him, he cannot let any danger come to you.

The door opened, revealing your boyfriend in all his glory. He was wearing his black t-shirt, with his hero costume underneath and he was holding a briefcase with his gauntlets inside.

“I'm home.” he announced.

You rose from the couch and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Welcome home, katsuki, have you eaten yet? I have leftovers. Your mom gave me food for the both of us.”

Katsuki grumbled, and he silently placed his things at the corner of the living room. The sound of his home slippers came closer to you as he inspected the food inside the Tupperware. “What did she bring?” He asked.

You let out a sly smile. “My favourite."

“Ha? That's the third time she gave us,” he went closer to the kitchen counter and took the Tupperware.

“Are you jealous?”

“hell no.”

You laughed at his reply. It is true that this was the third time that Mitsuki sent your favorite food whenever she dropped by the apartment.

Katsuki silently washed his hands as you prepared his food. After preparing, katsuki sat down and you sat down oppositely to him, giving the heart eyes to look at him.

“you're so handsome. Did I tell you that?” You started.

Before he took a bite, he looked at you with his eyebrow raised at you. “Don't beat around the bush. What do you want?”

He knows when you want something or him to do something. It's always that look you give him.

“Oh, you know… the ribbon thing with your biceps. Can I tie a ribbon around your biceps?” You popped the question.

“Headlock wasn't enough for ya? Such a greedy girl,”

“Come on! Wrapping a ribbon around your biceps is cute! But it would be hotter if you flexed your muscles and the ribbon would just snap, pretty please?”

He was speechless. Just how are you desperate to do that?

“Fine. But you're washing the dishes until tomorrow night.”

“I accept!”

You hurriedly left the dining table and went to your shared room. You quickly look for the ribbon inside the drawers of your closet. When you left the table, he let out a light chuckle.

“So fucking cute..” he said to himself.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 months

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Let's talk about attention seeker Bakugou for a moment.

You were lying on the couch one evening, eyes focused on the TV ahead when Bakugou suddenly appeared, shuffling your way before collapsing on top of you.

He did it so casually— like he does all the time, and you actually missed his intention at first. It's always the same with this man, since he hates you getting engrossed in something other than him, he's like a grumpy little cat who's constantly craving your attention, and sometimes you wonder if he's actually unaware of his massive stature when he carelessly traps you underneath himself.

He said nothing as an exasperated puff of air left his lungs, but instead settled for staring at you with a grumpy expression plastered across his face.

You still failed to acknowledge him though, as your favorite show was rapidly nearing its climax, which obviously displeased him greatly.

He started sighing and whining softly against your chest, nuzzling you there and squeezing you between his arms a little too tight for your comfort, until you finally let out a little "uh-huh" while moving one of your hands to absentmindedly play with his unruly hair, but that was still not enough.

_ "Hey, look at me will ya!"

He was pouting as he rasped the words, pouting and glaring at you with an accusing scowl, one that would easily frighten anyone unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of it, but not you.

In fact, this desperate state of his is always amusing to witness, even more so, because you're the only one allowed to see it.

_ "I got it, I'm so sorry sweetie, I'm all yours now." you cooed with a warm smile before switching off the TV to give him your undivided attention, you will have to watch the rerun of your show some other time but it's alright, because this is more important, he is more important.

You were fighting the urge to burst out laughing at his pathetic attitude, but you feared upsetting him further, so you didn't.

_ "What is it then?" you ran your fingers along his cheeks before pinching him playfully.

_ "Nothing, just keep your eyes on me." he demanded with a menacing groan, but his eyes were actually pleading for your attention.

Cute..

_ "Of course my hero, you're my number one after all." you reassured him with a smile, coaxing a smug one to appear on his gorgeous face.

_ "Well I better be." he murmured back, shifting slightly until reaching your lips to peck them once and then another, before deepening the kiss and stealing your breath away.

Divider by : @/saradika

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shiggybrainr0t · 1 month

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bakugou isn’t afraid to love you openly here, in the morning sun.

note: title is lyrics from a zach bryan song <3 this has only been lightly edited, but I hope you enjoy! the line break thing below is from @/cafekitsune

bakugou slams his hand down on his alarm clock at 5:29 a.m., exactly one minute before the alarm is actually set to go off. you have been fighting off a cold the past few days, and after some warm soup and medicine he bribed you with a kiss to take, he’s a nurturer at heart, sue him, you finally were able to sleep. that last thing he wants is his stupid alarm to wake you up.

bakugou is a natural earlier riser. he likes to have time to wake up, drink some coffee, go to the gym and shower and still make it back to you before 8. when he looks over at you now though, he has a feeling that his morning routine isn’t going to be acted upon.

you’re sprawled across his bare chest, legs tangled up with his like a love knot. your face is squished against his bicep, mouth hanging open since you can’t breath through your nose at the moment. some drool has dried on his skin, and while bakugou usually is a clean freak, the sight endears him more than it grosses him out.

perspiration makes your skin glow slightly in the soft early sunlight. you had been running a low grade fever last night, but you still insisted on plastering yourself to him to sleep even though he naturally runs hotter than the average person. he knows you’ll complain whenever you have to unstick yourself from him, but he also knows later tonight you’ll snuggle up to him all the same.

looking at you like this, so soft and warm, he’s suddenly reminded of when he first met you. he was a brooding second year at u.a., a child who had been through far too much already, and you were in the general studies department. the school decided to partner up the hero courses with the general studies department for some assignment bakugou can’t even remember now. he got paired with you.

he remembers the guarded look in your eyes whenever you approached him for the first time, the way you softly introduced yourself, and the way you glared at him whenever he scoffed at you. he remembers being surprised, no one normally had the guts to do anything except take what he dished out. but you didn’t.

one night in the library, you finally hit your breaking point. you were mad and fed up with his attitude. the words you said to him still pierce him today.

“bakugou. you have the potential to make something of yourself, but your attitude is going to determine whether you’re great or horrible.”

you had rushed off in a huff after that, leaving him there speechless. he’d been chasing you ever since. eventually, fourth year to be exact, you let him catch you.

now, in bed with you all these years later, he isn’t afraid to be soft with you. he isn’t afraid to touch your face gently, like he does now. bakugou lightly traces the lines of your face with one calloused finger, lingering on the bags underneath your eyes that have deepened from your lack of sleep lately.

his touch makes you stir, and let a jumble of sounds that after years of practice bakugou can understand to be the question “what time is it?”

“too early for you to be up. go back to sleep.” is his response, gruff voice only a whisper. you let out a “mmmmmkay” and snuggle in closer, if that’s even possible. you both are already practically one being, but bakugo can’t find it in him to be upset.

with you in his arms, bakugou drifts back to sleep, morning routine all but forgotten.

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thatnewweeb · 9 days

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Bakugo insisting you start wearing matching heart lockets.

This idea, of course, threw you off. Sure, he’s romantic to you, but that’s in private. He isn’t the type to wear a couple’s item in public.

Despite your suspicions, you obviously agreed. How could you possibly say no when he’d already bought the lockets, holding one out to you with a huge cute smile on his face.

And so you wear the locket for months. He’d already put pictures inside, and you were happy with his choice for yours. It was a picture that you’d taken of him when he was completely unaware, picking daisies to make a daisy chain for you on one of your dates.

When you asked what was in his, he just grinned and told you it was a secret, but it was one of his favourite pictures of you.

Eventually, after months of wondering and asking him to finally show you, he gives in, handing you his locket with the same grin he had when he originally refused.

Upon opening the locket, you blush in embarrassment and give your boyfriend a slap on the shoulder while he laughs.

You could barely believe he’d been walking around for months with a picture of your cum streaked, fucked out face in his sweet looking locket.

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tootiecakes234 · 4 months

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There is no such thing as being pissed and not sleeping in your shared bed with Katsuki at night.

You have gotten pissed at him several times and been too upset to sleep in the same bed as him.

To be honest you only did it because you KNEW how much he looked forward to holding you at night. He’d spilled his guts one night when he’d had one too many, about how much it calms him to be wrapped around you when he sleeps. Just knowing you’re safe and feeling your warmth mixed with his.

You’d never told him about that night and maybe it was a little toxic using that against him when he upsets you but🤷🏾‍♀️ oh damn well.

But it’s not like it ever does you much good anyways.

You guys had gotten into an argument, so you’d gone and showered, getting ready for bed. Kats was already in there laying down and it seemed like he was almost asleep already.

(Men being able to fall asleep 2 minutes after their heads hit a pillow will never not baffle me)

Anyways you grab your pillow from your side and try to sneak off toward the living room.

“Ya seriously doing this shit?” He grumbles at you.

“Im not going to sleep somewhere im not comfortable… so yes I am. Night” and you walked out of the room and closed the door.

You made yourself comfy on the couch and curled up. It took you a while to go to sleep because whether you wanted to admit it or not, you were always more comfy intertwined with him too. He’s like a weighted, heated blanket.

It feels like you had just closed your eyes when you were slightly jostled.

You already knew it was Katsuki picking you up and carrying you back to your bed.

“Put me down. ‘M not sleepin with you ass face.” You mumble but find yourself snuggling closer to him.

“Your insults suck when you’re half asleep.”

“Katsu-“

“Shut up. If you wanna fight more in the mornin that’s fine but not tonight.”

“Whatever” you didn’t have it in you to argue. Also it wouldn’t have done any good. He does this every time. Let’s you get just enough into your sleep that he knows you’ll be pliable when he comes to get you.

Sometimes you’d wake and sometimes not but either way the next morning you woke up in your bed.

He laid you down and buried you under the blankets before he slid in on his side. Not like he stayed over there.

You felt his arms wrapping around you and his legs tangling with your before you felt a kiss pressed to the back of your neck.

“ Exhausted and my body pillow wants to sleep on the couch,” and he let out this huge exaggerated yawn, “ Ridicuous”

Wow, so where you saw him as a blanket he saw you as a pillow. What a dork.

“ I love you, can’t wait to piss you off again tomorrow”, he said into your skin but you’d already drifted back off to sleep.

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