#bakugou x flirty reader

[kingkatsuki]

More of this.

You know in my mind I was kinda picturing doing Chicken Shop Dates with him and other Pro-Heroes? And Bakugou sees your date/interview with Sero and he’s pouty and jealous because he wants to do one with you.

Bakugou can’t remember the first time he started to fancy you, but it was probably the first time he ever saw you because you’re perfect. He remembers that interview, his first time seeing you. A laid back interview with the Bunny Hero Mirko, the pair of you sat on a plush couch with mugs of tea. And if he’s being honest, the Pro-Hero was the only reason he was even watching in the first place, his childhood crush on the older Pro still prevalent into his mid-twenties.

But he remembered watching the interview, which ended up seeming more like a gossip session between two friends as you delved deeper into the woman behind the Hero name. He found himself watching that video again immediately after it finished, before going in search of others. From up and coming sidekicks, to lesser known Pro-Heroes like Snatch. Bakugou found himself searching through your page for hours as he looked through the videos and photographs with these Pros, frowning when he noticed a new upload with you interviewing the Pro-Hero Cellophane.

Even though Bakugou had been watching your videos for months, he’d never followed you on any of your social media platforms. Content with watching each upload, and religiously checking your page for new photographs or messages. It became almost routine as he’d finish an arduous fifteen hour night shift and immediately check your feeds in the locker rooms before his commute home. Or he’d wake up in the morning to see if you’d posted anything new while he’d been asleep, and in his mind it was almost like waking up with you.

But seeing you interviewing one of his close friends had him feeling almost jealous, even though it seemed to just be meeting in a professional capacity. And Bakugou began to wonder why you’d never wanted to interview him, wondering whether you had contacted his PR team and been rejected or if he was in the pipeline for one. It was that moment when he decided that he was going to follow your socials, and he pathetically hoped you’d notice.

And if you didn’t notice, the internet certainly did. New tweets and screenshots appearing everywhere about the OfficialDynamight Twitter now following your account. Fans speculating whether it was his PR team that had made the connection, or the Pro-Hero himself— but something that everyone seemed to agree on was that an interview with you both was long overdue.

Of course, you’d noticed that the OfficialDynamight account had followed you almost instantly. Checking the notification to see whether it was actually his account, or just another fan-made one. Noticing the blue tick to signal that it was real, it was really him. Trying to calm your racing heart down and convince yourself (like the rest of the internet) that it was just his PR team and not the number two hero. Of course, you’d kept your crush on the Hero mostly secret. Alluding to it in a couple of interviews with Pinky and Burnin’. Interviews that had become a lot more fun and gossipy than the usual news that your company wanted you to report on, ignoring the set questions and talking about love and relationships. But you’d never specifically admitted to your crush, even though the internet continued to speculate.

So when you find out that the Dynamight PR team have responded to you with the approval for your interview request, you’re internally freaking out. Not only because you’re going to be interviewing your favorite Pro-Hero, the man you’ve had a crush on ever since he hit the top fifty. But you have all the pressure on your shoulders to make the interview good, because Dynamight interviews really are like gold dust. And the one thing on your mind is trying to find out is who he has a crush on. Remembering the charity gala interview he did when the little girl asked if he liked anyone.

But you didn’t expect his answer to be you.

#but can you imagine doing chicken shop dates with him🥺 #and he’s just laughing at the dumb shit you come up with while eating his chicken and chips #and he’s so casually flirty except he doesn’t even REALISE he’s being flirty??? like it’s just so natural to him #bakugou x reader #soft Bakugou

[venuscrashed]

Class 1-A x flirty reader

18 plus blogs DNI

He hated you at first, you wet just some extra trying to be a hero. But when you openly flirted him…you were teasing him weren’t you.

He would always try to get you to lose or beat you up.

It went like that for the first half of the semester. It didn’t change until you beat you him, or well tied with him.

Bakugou was flying after you, the rest of these extras weren’t worth his time. He just needed to beat you then he’ll care about the rest. Oh what he would to see you in last place.

“Geez Kats, I knew I made you feel something but running after me? That’s something I wouldn’t think you would do.”

“ SHUT UP AND DIE!”

With a smirk in you face you jumped up and tackled him to the floor.

He never forgot the fight but he actually started treating you like a human being.

He would tell you to stop flirting with, him but he loves it.

If he sees you flirt with someone else he’s killing then. Simple as that.

But that also made him realize that he likes you. And he’ll confess but will also get teased by everyone else in the class.

When you win a fight he just smirks and shows off to everyone.

“Bakugou clam down we know you got them!”

“Shut up weird hair! You’re just jealous.”

He was taken aback when you flirted with him on the first day. He was just trying to tell you to sit properly when you made an…inappropriate comment. It took him a few minutes before he told you to not flirt at school and pay attention to your study’s.

He’ll always tell you to pay attention and you always flirt back.

Can’t help but to feel bad when you flirt with someone else.

He finally confessed when you were both at the dorms.

You opened your dorm room to see Iida standing there. You smirked and leaned against the door frame, watching him get flustered.

“[Name], I ask you to go out with me in a romantic way and that I’ll treat you right. With your parents permission of course.

Still lectures you on flirting in class.

He secretly enjoys it so you two can study together.

If you fall behind in class he’ll help you!

He has no doubt that you would lose a fight, he knows you! Even if you lose you two can go on a training date.

Though that’s how normal people talked.

But quickly figures out that you’re flirting.

Once she finds out she’ll buy you expensive gifts. That’s her way of flirting.

Get flustered all the time but will go along with it.

“You know Momo…I don’t really need these gifts.”

Her smile dropped at that. Did you not like it, did you not like her?

“It’s a gift just seeing you everyday”

Blushing mess 24/7

Will help you with everything

Basically your housewife. She cooks, helps you study, help you fight.

Hates going up against you in fights, she doesn’t want to hurt you.

Aziawa was announcing the teams for todays fighting lessons. “Team 3 against team 9.”

Momo froze. She doesn’t want to fight you nor does she want to see you hurt. Although, she’s doesn’t want her grade to suffer…oh no.

#x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x reader #x female reader #x female y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x flirty reader #bakugou x reader #iida x reader #momo x reader #flirty reader #venuscrashed

[bakutreats]

matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

BAKUTREATS .ᐟ navi. bnha m.list. bakugou 'asot' m.list.

synopsis .ᐟ pro-hero dynamight likes to do one (1) type of pr event, and that's going to schools and talking with kids. when dynamight visits your twins' school, the twins hatch a "perfect" plan between dynamight—bakugou katsuki and you—their mother.

content .ᐟ fluffy, fluff, kids. fraternal twins, single mother!reader, older!reader, pro-hero!bakugou katsuki, ooc bakugou katsuki, flirty bakugou katsuki, shy reader lmao, marupok ka bai, reader is 33, bakugou is 27, extrenely self-indulgent hehe

word count .ᐟ 2.0k+

chapters .ᐟ one | two | three

tag list .ᐟ open! ask and you shall receive ^^

Bakugou Katsuki is usually not the biggest fan of anything related to public relations. He feels as though it's a waste of time trying to look good for the public, maintaining a spotless image and a fantastic reputation, just so that some random people will think positively of you. So what if they do? All he wants to do is be a damn hero. The other shit that's apparently needed to be done is extremely unnecessary in his eyes; sometimes it even feels fake.

But there is a silver lining.

The PR shit that his PR manager makes him do—he hates everything—except going to schools and talking with kids. Sure, they can be little brats, but kids are kids. They're usually more honest and upfront, not really caring about what other people think. The questions that the kids would ask would never be left unanswered (can't say the same for interviewers and reporters, though). This man is pretty honest with his answers too (though with some, he keeps them brief or vague).

So, on a random Wednesday, his PR manager (who finally caught on that he likes being around little gremlins more) told him that he'd be visiting a school around 10 AM. With events like these, it's always a surprise for the kids, because Bakugou absolutely forbids announcements of any kind, not wanting the kids' experience ruined by the paparazzi and rabid fans. The only ones who are informed are the school staff.

It's 10 AM, and Bakugou Katsuki waltzes into the school in his Pro-Hero costume. His PR manager and personal assistant were just right behind him. They met with the principal of the school, a small old lady with a soft smile on her face. She greeted them as well as thanked the Pro-Hero for giving some of his time to entertain the kids. She led them to the first classroom of the day, the old lady knocking on the door before stepping aside, gesturing for the Pro-Hero to stand in front of the door and wait for it to open.

The door opened, and he was greeted by a mature woman with a small smile on her face. "Class, someone's here to talk with you for a little bit. . ."

When Bakugou stepped inside the classroom, the kids immediately shrieked with happiness. Both boys and girls flail their arms wildly and stand up, some even kicking their seats in the process, to go and rush over to the explosive hero. Bakugou picked up one kid, a little boy with a wide, toothy grin on his face.

No one understood how Bakugou Katsuki and his extreme personality would have such patience and understanding with kids. He's rough and gruff, with an attitude that can either make you cower or want to try to fight him—and yet, here he is, standing front and center of a classroom with a rare smile on his face.

"I'm picking up the kids—I'm already at their school—Mina, we can talk about that condo later—why are you so excited. . . ?"

You walked briskly to where the playground area was in your kids' school, more focused on the conversation you were having with Mina, your cousin. You kept walking, seemingly in a sort of trance, or rather, muscle memory, because you've been doing the same routine since they started preschool. It's as if your legs had a mind of their own at this point. But something was amiss. You slow down when you realize there aren't any children playing around and laughing and screaming. Haruki and Harumi weren't there. Your heart skipped a beat.

Luckily for you, there was another mother who was walking away from the playground area, seemingly calm. She has a kid who's in the same classroom as your kids. You were about to walk towards her to ask what was going on when the woman took notice of you, noticing the panicked expression on your face. "Don't worry, dear, the kids are inside talking to a Pro-Hero. I've been informed by a friend of mine who's already inside the school. Our kids are in the same class as hers; they're fine."

Relief washed over you, your shoulders releasing some of the tension they've been holding since your realization and your assumption (though no one can blame you). You nodded and smiled, mouthing a 'thank you' before walking as fast as you could to the entrance of the school.

You opened the double doors of the school, looking left and right before pausing for a moment. You walked straight ahead before turning left, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise when you saw parents gossiping in (somewhat) hushed voices. You heard the words 'Pro' and 'Hero', along with the name.

'Dynamight'.

You couldn't help but slow down, listening to the mothers and fathers gossiping about the Number 2 Pro-Hero. They talked about how surprisingly calm he is around children, how he answers whatever question he throws at them, and how he would even smile sometimes. You make a quiet sound of amusement before going back to your task at hand: seeing if your kids are really inside their classroom.

Lo and behold, there they were. Haruki and Harumi stood tall and proud, shouting out their names to the Number 2 Pro-Hero, Dynamight.

"What're yer names?" he asks the two kids, who were standing with determined expressions on their faces.

"Haruki!"

"Harumi!"

They shouted their names with bright, wide eyes that looked as if they were sparkling, their cheery tones making Bakugou chuckle. "We're twins!" Harumi linked her arm around her brother's, eyes closed as she smiled wide at the blond.

"Yeah, twins!"

Bakugou leaned back against the back of the chair their teacher provided for him, crossing his arms on his chest, his foot tapping the tiled floor. "Whaddaya wanna talk 'bout, squirts?" he hunched over, uncrossing his arms and clasping his hands together. The twins looked at each other as though they were communicating with one another, their brows slightly furrowed, like they were serious and focused. They looked towards Bakugou, who was waiting patiently for them to come up with their questions—

"Are you married!?"

Bakugou was taken aback, his eyes widening slightly as he raised his brows. It wasn't the first time he was asked this question, but it always got him. Kids usually ask about his fights and his quirk, even wanting a little demonstration of how he controls it so well. The very, very few kids who ask this question are either extremely curious or have a crush on him.

"Nope."

Just like that, the twins had huge grins on their faces, nodding to one another before facing the Pro-Hero. Bakugou quirked an eyebrow, straightening his posture and crossing his arms once more. They looked like they were planning something. Haruki and Harumi walked away from their seats, their focus on the door. "Where are you going, kids?" their teacher asked, confused but also curious. She's known them for a few months now, and in those few months, she's learned that these twins always had a knack for stirring up some chaos.

When the teacher opened the door, Harumi bowed before peeking outside and looking left and right to see if their mother was there. Harumi's face brightened when she saw you, and she immediately rushed towards you. Haruki followed afterwards, giggling loudly. "Mama!"

You stumble when you catch them, giggling as they hug you tightly. Before you could ask them if they were okay, though, they immediately grabbed your hands and turned their heads facing the opposite of you, pulling you towards the classroom. Your eyes widened as your affectionate expression turned into a more confused one. "Hey, what's going on?" you ask them gently. They turn their heads back to face you, innocent-looking smiles on their faces. But you know better; they're your children, after all. You knew they were up to something; the smiles on their faces and the shine in their eyes were already a dead giveaway.

And well, since you know them like the back of your hand, that also means they will absolutely not relent on taking you into their classroom. You sigh in defeat, letting them drag you over to their classroom in giddy excitement. When you finally enter the classroom, your eyes immediately lock with Bakugou Katsuki's scarlet eyes. They were so intense and full of fire. You see him eye you up and down before maintaining eye contact once again. Oh. . .

"Marry our mom!"

Your attention snapped away from Bakugou and went to the twins, who were grinning as if they had just made a perfect match of a couple. "Haruki! Harumi!" you scolded, although you couldn't really scold them properly, not when you're all flustered and embarrassed and ohmygod—

Dynamight was laughing—Bakugou Katsuki was laughing. You don't know if you should be honored or even more embarrassed than before. The twins were giggling themselves. You were just standing there, in front of a lot of kids, their teacher, the school's principal, and the parents, just outside the classroom—

"You squirts want me to be yer mama's husband?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"YEAH!"

"Kids!"

Now you were embarrassed to the third power, good lord.

After that whole fiasco, you retreated back outside the classroom, your head hanging low. The parents were all teasing you to hell and back, and all you could do was cross your arms and grumble incoherent words. When the whole event was done, you wanted to wait for the Pro-Hero to apologize. All of the kids and their parents were mostly gone now, leaving only you and your twins, waiting outside the school, sitting on one of the benches.

You were a little nervous, though. It's not exactly every day you could meet a Pro-Hero in the higher ranks, much less the Number 2 Pro-Hero. It's also not exactly every day you lock eyes with someone so intense and handsome—oh god, no, stop.

"Why're you three still're?"

Your head turns in the direction of the voice, and you start to feel all flustered and embarrassed again. You stood up and walked over to him, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. "I wanted to wait for you to apologize. . . my kids can be too much sometimes—" you cut yourself off when you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. Did he walk closer without you noticing. . ? Or did you walk too close. . . Oh, great, you're even more nervous now.

"And. . . um, thank you for uh—thanks for doin' this for the uh. . . kids, yeah."

You hear him chuckle, and it makes you feel fuzzy. 'Oh my god, what's going on with me!? Why am I acting like such a teenager who's freaking out over their crush!? This is crazy. . .'Sure, you've had your fair share of crushes on Pro-Heroes before, but this was the first time you felt like a schoolgirl trying to have a nice conversation with her crush.

You snap out of your thoughts, with his fingers snapping in front of you and his face right in front of yours.

"Don't be sorry 'bout the kids. It was cute," he tells you, his voice deep.

Bakugou catches the twins out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep their laughter down and their hands on their mouths. He smiles softly before returning his attention to you. "Besides, 's not a bad suggestion."

"W-what?"

"Marryin' ya."

The kids shriek and squeal, running towards the both of you. They spin around yours and Bakugou's legs, intentionally making the space smaller and smaller and. . . oof!

"Yer kids are pretty good with the whole matchmakin' thing, huh?"

Your hands were on his chest, and his hands were on your waist. You already experienced their matchmaking thing before, although they would never go to this extent. You concluded that they were more adamant about Bakugou being with you because, well, he's Dynamight.

"I'm thirty-three. . ."

"So? I'm twenty-seven."

"You're actually considering it."

He flashes you a toothy grin. "You bet I am."

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[kurocamille]

❝maybe frat boys aren’t so bad (aka cars are meant for driving!)❞

Frat!Bakugou Katsuki x reader (except he’s not stereotypical and mean) mdni

part 2

4.1k+ words

you attend your first frat party and run into a familiar flirty face. he offers to drive you home from the party, the empty parking lot outside your dorm building definitely seems like the perfect place to get down and dirty…

warnings

part 1 of 2 (2 will have full smut..) 1 oc who’ll come into play later…., car sex, fingering, handjobs, heavy makeout, hickeys/neck kisses, dry humping/grinding kinda, female/afab reader, no pronouns used, inexperienced reader, “baby” as a pet name

It was your first time going to a college party, miraculously enough. This year, you had met a group of girls who had quickly invited you into their friend group. Somehow, despite you refusing over ten times, they had managed to drag you to a frat party.

After getting yourself a cup of mysterious red punch, you stand in the crowd of people. Bodies brush against you—intentionally or unintentionally, you don’t know. You’ve seen a few of your friends since arriving, but it seems like most of them are off doing God knows what with some drunken frat boy.

You can feel the beat of the music in your chest, as if it’s pumping your heart for you. The strobe lights flash around you. Sipping away at your drink, you go wandering in search of someone you know.

When you exit the common room, you float down a hallway with fewer people. Despite fewer people being there, the hallway is stuffy, and you can barely walk through without knocking shoulders with someone.

You aren’t watching where you’re going, and suddenly you trip on the bunched up carpet beneath your feet. The half-full soda cup goes flying, and so do you. It spills on the front of your shirt and down the back of a nearby couple who, until now, had been in the middle of making out,

“Ugh!” the girl shrieks, and you look up to see her glaring at you. She comes out from under the guy caging her, and you realize it’s the girl Mika from one of your classes. As always, her hair is perfectly coiffed, and she’s wearing a dress that barely covers her ass.

The girl shakes her hands of the sticky liquid that spilled on her, but seeing as she had previously been caged under that other guy, she had barely gotten wet. Meanwhile, the guy stands in a sopping wet shirt. You also recognize him; Bakugou Katsuki. He’s in another one of your classes, one of which you had been paired up for a partner project. Unlike Mika, he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard. A white short-sleeved band t-shirt complements his black jeans, something you wouldn’t have expected a frat boy like him to wear.

Despite being in the same fraternity/sorority group, Mika and Bakugou could not be more different, and you can’t help but wonder how they ended up together. While Mika is extremely stereotypical and, if you might say, annoying, rude, and a bitch, Bakugou is really nice. That one project had taught you that not every frat boy is a shameless womanizer and prick. Although he’s a definite flirt, he’s always been respectful and acknowledged you as an equal—opposite of what Mika had done to your friends, and now you.

“I’m so sorry,” you say hastily.

“Don’t min-” Bakugou starts, but he’s cut off by Mika.

“You better be sorry!” she all but screeches at you. “This is a brand new set of nails. They’re completely ruined. You better repay me for this. It cost 10,000 yen, you know that? Can you even fucking afford that”

“Look, I’m sorry I did that, but I don’t know if I can repay tha-” you start. The look she gives you is incredulous as she snarls before interrupting you.

“I actually can’t believe you. You must be a dumb slut dying for Bakugou’s attention. Imagine sabotaging me just because he chose to be with me! And you’re so poor you can’t even afford to fix your mess… Ridiculous,” she huffs, pressing a pointy finger into your chest and probably expecting you to bow down and beg for forgiveness.

You try to apologize, but Bakugou steps in before you can say anything.

“Mika, who cares,” he sighs. He looks at you with a silent ‘I can’t deal with this face.’

The silence that follows feels like an eternity, but it really only elapses the half second before her hand makes contact with Bakugou’s face.

The sound from the slap resounds in the small hallway. You stare wide-eyed at the growing red spot with matching nail marks on Bakugou’s face.

“You should fucking care. We’ve been together for, like, a month already, and you still won’t stand up for me?! I’m done, don’t call me,” she seethes before pointing at you. “And you, you better hope we never see each other again.”

After that, Mika storms off in a fit of rage and disappears into the crowd.

“Dating on and off for a month, and she pulls that. Psychotic bitch,” he mutters before turning to you. “Hey, Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming, you should’ve told me.”

“I’m so sorry, for all of that. I’ll just get going and pretend I never saw that.” You turn on your heel to dash out, but a hand grips your shoulder and turns you around.

“No need to apologize, she gets crazy when she’s drunk, and I was planning on breaking up with her,” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m just gonna head upstairs and shower this stuff off. You can come up too, if you want, Y/N.”

You raise a brow at his suggestion. “You want me to come shower with you?”

A look of confusion and surprise crosses his sharp features before a smirk breaks out. “There are multiple bathrooms up there, but you know, if they’re all taken, you can always join me.” He sends you the stupidest wink that still sends your stomach into frenzy.

“You bounce back too quickly,” you groan. “Whatever, I’m coming up, but not with you.”

Bakugou reverts to his uncaring self and has you follow him. You follow Bakugou, slowly making your way up the rickety house stairs. When you make it around the corner, Bakugou points you in the direction of an ensuite washroom, and disappears into the room across from you. “Just take a folded towel, and I’ll deal with it. If you need anything, just come and get me.”

In the quiet of the bedroom, you lock the door and undress. You make your way into the connected bathroom and strip down in the low light. The shower has terrible pressure and doesn’t heat up, but it does the job of cleansing the sticky punch off your skin.

You finish your shower within five minutes and step out to grab a towel. It’s surprisingly clean, but the pile of your clothes on the counter are still dripping with liquid. That means you’ll either have to walk around in a towel for the rest of the night or muster up the courage to ask Bakugou for some clothes.

You opt for the second option, seeing as you won’t have to walk through a drunken frat house in a towel that barely covers your “good bits.” So, you head back to the door where Bakugou was, rolling your clothes into a ball and tucking them under your arm. When you get there, the door is still closed, as you expected, but there is no sound of running water coming from the room.

“Bakugou, sorry, I need some extra clothes,” you say after knocking on the door.

As if it isn’t embarrassing enough, Bakugou takes his sweet time getting to the door. When it finally opens, he stares at you, his eyes unashamedly trailing up and down your body. He, similarly to you, looks to have just gotten out of the shower. Water droplets fall from his hair and fall down his hardened chest, which he doesn’t bother to clothe. The only thing keeping his from being stark naked in front of you is the towel sitting low on his hips, low enough that you can see his v-line drifting below.

“Clothes?” he asks after an awkward pause, and you flush.

“Yeah, anything will do, I just need it to get home in them,” you reply.

“Alright, come in.” He beckons you with his hand to follow him.

The first thing you notice when you enter is that his room is far different from the other one. While the first bedroom, whose you can only assume is his frat brother’s, is standard for a male college student—clothes strewn everywhere, an only half-made bed, and suspicious posters. Bakugou’s room is the opposite, the bed made, shelves tidy, and everything in order.

Bakugou coughs and breaks you out of the spell you’re under. He’s holding out a crumpled plastic bag, with some grocery store logo on it. “Here, for your wet clothes.”

You quickly snatch the bag and stuff your clothes into it. As you struggle to fit them inside, the towel hugging your body slips from its hold and drops below your nipples. From your peripheral vision, Bakugou freezes ever so slightly, and you hear an awfully loud swallow.

As soon as you notice him, however, he averts his eyes and pretends he had been looking for clothes the whole time. The outfit he chooses for you isn’t half bad, a hoodie and drawstring sweatpants, but they look so big they could drown you.

You take the two garments from him, accidentally brushing fingers in the process. He pulls away from you and heads back towards his ensuite bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’ll be in here. I won’t peek. You can get changed in the bedroom.”

With that, he closes the door and cements a divide between the two of you. Quickly, you change into the clothes he gave you, having to roll up the cuffs on them multiple times. You look like a blob of fabric, but it’ll have to do. Hopefully Bakugou won’t notice that you’re not wearing your bra and panties.

Knocking on the bathroom door, you meet face to face with Bakugou one last time. He’s fully clothed now and gives you a smile.

“Looks like it fits,” he says sarcastically.

“For sure,” you joke, flattening out the garments awkwardly. “I’m planning on heading out now, by the way. I think I’ll just catch an Uber, I’m pretty sober now, and my friends will probably be here for a while longer.”

“Don’t take an Uber,” he replies suddenly.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he corrects himself. “I mean, it’s not safe to take one right now. Let me drive you, I didn't drink tonight.”

“No way!” you retort. “I couldn’t bother you with that. I’ll be fine, anyway.”

However, Bakugou, being his stubborn self, does not relent until you agree to let him drive you all the way back to your dorms, only a stupid 30 minutes away.

Normally, you wouldn’t risk going with someone in his frat, but you have enough trust in Bakugou to keep civil. So, after a moment of contemplation, you accept his offer and follow him to the adjacent parking lot. Multiple people stare as you walk past them, but you pay them no mind, seeing as you’re practically unrecognizable in your new outfit.

“Yo, Bakubro, good for you!” a redhead yells from the doorway as you leave, whooping in a supportive, you suppose, manner.

“Ah, shut up, don’t spread any rumours, Shittyhair.” Bakugou groans, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn pink.

You’ll have to forget about that, though, because the lights of a black Jeep Wrangler flash on, and Bakugou escorts you to the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know you were this much of a gentleman, Bakugou,” you giggle in an embarrassingly girly way.

“I’m always a gentleman.” He winks and walks around to his side of the vehicle, leaving you feeling hot in the face.

He swings into the passenger seat, and puts the car in motion. You can’t help but notice the way his arms grip the steering wheel, the veins from his strong hands trailing up his forearms in a way that makes you unconsciously bite your lip.

“Put the address into the GPS,” Bakugou interrupts, and you notice his eyes force themselves away from your lips.

You deny whatever you just saw and punch your address into the screen. The machine takes only a second to bring up the route home, which, at this late hour, will actually only take 15 minutes.

After pulling out of the lot, Bakugou heads down the street following the indicated yellow line. He drives smoothly and professionally, as you expected he would. He maneuvers the car with expertise, and you can’t help but think he’s showing off when he steers with an open palm and an arm on the back of your seat.

For most of the ride, you guys are silent. Other than the faint whirring of the air conditioner, the only sounds to be heard are made by you and Bakugou. His by his slow, peaceful breathing, and yours by the beating of your heart—something which betrays you by getting louder and faster with every minute.

Luckily for you, the drive is soon over and Bakugou’s car is parked right outside of your dorm building. For the most part, the lot is empty, and the lights from the windows are off. It makes sense, most people in your extremely small building are out partying at 9 o’clock on a Friday, and the homebodies you’d normally associate with are already in bed.

Your specific block seems to be completely dark, seeing as you left your friends behind at that party… Whoops. It’s no matter, however, you’ll just be the first one in your complex to get back.

You unclick the belt from your waist, moving up on the seat to grab your things off the floor.

“This is you, right?” Bakugou questions.

“Yep! Thank you so much for driving me. I’ll text you later so you can have your clothes back.” You smile at him and go to open the door, but he lightly pulls you back.

“Wait. Y/N, you can keep them, actually. ” He chuckles, but it has an awkward tone to it. “You look better in them than I do”

Wait, what?

You always thought Bakugou was just flirty by nature, which to some extent he is, but you could see it now. Whatever you two had going on was certainly out of the ordinary. From what you could tell, Bakugou wasn’t half as teasing towards Mika as he was to you.

Ever since that one project, he had always made it a priority to sit next to you in class. You had assumed he was there for your notes, not that you minded, but could it actually have been for another reason altogether?

“Well, I would bet you look pretty good in these too, not that you don’t always look good,” you giggle, testing out the waters.

Bakugou’s eyes widen in surprise and soften under the pale light of his car. You stare at him fondly, accidentally letting your eyes flicker to his lips.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but can’t seem to find the right words.

“I know you just broke up—literally tonight, but, Bakugou, gosh, I really want to kiss you right now,” you speak for him.

Maybe that punch was more potent than you thought. Good thing Bakugou drove you all the way here…

Instead of replying, Bakugou places a tender hand on your cheek and pulls you in. Soft lips meet your own, and you smile. You move to his lap where the seat has suddenly been rolled back.

Ah, it’s his frat boy car seat trick.

Your kisses continue slowly, and you can tell Bakugou wants to deepen the kiss when his tongue brushes against your lips. Upon first contact, you freeze in place. Before this you’d only ever been with one guy, one that you hadn’t even gone far with. In the moment now, you can only hope and pray that he won’t notice your inexperience.

However, you completely forget whatever worry you had when Bakugou starts to go into your mouth. His large hands pull you flush against his body, grabbing at the flesh right above your ass.

When you finally pull back, Bakugou’s eyes are blown wide, and he looks lost to lust. The lips that had previously been on yours now have a cute pout, having puffed up from your kisses.

Bakugou’s lips move down and pepper chaste kisses along your jawline. Even with his light and seemingly innocent pecks, you’re still softly moaning under his hold.

Bakugou switches focus to your neck, licking and sucking a hickey into your skin. After nipping at you for a while, Bakugou lifts off of you, and you can tell with his smirk that he left a massive bruise blooming on your skin.

“Bakugou, let me touch you,” you whisper as he moves to kiss the other side of your neck.

“Call me Katsuki… Please. “ He groans when you slightly grind against his groin.

You shift down on your hips and look down to see a thick boner growing in his pants. Curiously, you press it softly with your fingers and give it a light squeeze.

Katsuki looks down at you, his face quickly turning red. Silently, you reach into his pants, looking at his gorgeous ruby eyes for any sign of contestment. Katsuki stays quiet but gives you a small nod in approval.

Finally, you get to the moment you’ve been waiting for. You press your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand across the top of his cock. Then, with one movement, you free him from his confines, and his dick stands proudly in front of you.

Any expectations or preconceived notions about what Katsuki was packing were shattered. Painfully hard and dripping tiny amounts of precum, his cock is a beauty. The dark pink tip invites you in, begging you to give it one moment of reprieve.

When you nervously stroke the shaft, Katsuki’s reaction is instantaneous, his hips lurching up against yours.

“Fuck, keep going,” he hisses, his breath already laboured.

With more confidence you wrap your fingers around him and give his cock a few quick pumps. Your sudden change in tempo makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in your hold and release a bead of white precum. You remove your hand, and Katsuki’s eyes meet yours with a pleading look.

Carefully, you push your thumb against the slit of his dick and lubricate him with his own pre-cum. As you swirl the substance around the head, Katsuki buries his face in your shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum,” he gasps. “Fuck, it’s like I’m a virgin again.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as you work him to his high. With every light touch or squeeze of his dick you make, it twitches and throbs in reply. You decide to help him finish, doing the same fast strokes that make him groan lewdly in your ear.

Then, all of a sudden, Bakugou reaches out and stops your hand in the middle of its movements. You eye him, confused. “You into edging or something?”

“Not quite, I wanna get you off, too.” He surprisingly lets out a hearty laugh.

“Sit up, baby,.” You follow his instructions and he picks you up with ease.

Katsuki flips you over so you’re no longer sitting on top of him, rather lying caged underneath him. His body is so close to yours that you can’t look down to see what’s happening when you feel his hands moving against your clothed pussy.

“May I?” he asks, tugging at the edge of your panties.

“Still such a gentleman,” you giggle embarrassingly.

“Breaking the frat boy stereotypes as we go, I suppose.” He laughs with you, before turning his attention back to your body.

His adept fingers pull your soaked panties to the side, revealing your equally glistening cunt. Katsuki nimbly dips his fingers in your wetness with a soft hum.

“So wet, baby,” he grins, and you blush in embarrassment.

Bakugou skillfully captures your attention by pressing the pad of his thumb against your aching sex, as if to test the waters. When he hears your soft moan in response, he takes it as an invitation to keep going.

Slowly, Katsuki’s thumb plays with your throbbing clit, brushing it in teasing circles. A whine escapes your mouth, and he chuckles upon hearing it, knowing how needy you feel. “You want my fingers inside of you?”

You gasp out a ‘yes,’ and his fingers are immediately prodding at your entrance. Then, you feel the stretch your hole makes to accommodate his intruding finger. Although you’re not used to such a feeling, you easily adapt to the length of his digit, which pleasantly curls into your depths.

Bakugou starts fingering in and out of you, and the pleasure increases. Previously soft moans and whines turn into cries against his shoulder. Despite your embarrassment of being oversensitive, the flush on Bakugou’s face proves he’s just as affected, without you even touching him.

As Katsuki continues to slip inside your wetness, you feel the pressure building in your stomach, much differently than it ever has before. One more finger squeezes into your tight cunt and presses against your pleasure spot. You cry out, and his hands continue to brush against that sensitive place.

“Fuck, that feels good, please don’t stop,” you babble mindlessly, barely even registering Bakugou’s reply of, “Course not. Wouldn’t dream of it.’

To your blissed out surprise, the pleasure gets stronger. The sensation on your clit returns, and your body uncontrollably arches into Bakugou’s above you. With every calculated movement against your bundle of nerves, you’re worked closer to orgasm.

Then, all of a sudden, the angle of the thrusting fingers changes. Bakugou changes his position to be closer to you, somehow managing to reach further than before. With every new touch to your g-spot and clit, you feel yourself being pushed to your high.

In turn, you grasp a hold of Katsuki’s twitching cock. His hiss in reply shows you just how sensitive he is from before. Your hand moves up and down, matching the quick strokes of his fingers. Just as quickly as he had gotten you to the peak of your orgasm, his body convulses, signaling his is soon to come, as well.

Your moans crescendo and bounce off the walls of the car, and Bakugou can't help but be spurred on by them. The speed of his hand gets faster, still very much calculated in its movements, your hole fluttering around his digits.

After swiping your thumb across his leaking tip, Bakugou’s body seems even more sensitive, if it’s even possible. His cock violently throbs in your hand, begging to spill its seed. You oblige its wishes and continue your pumps up and down his hard length.

You can feel yourself almost cumming, on the brink of losing your mind. Similarly, Katsuki’s body, his higher-pitched moans, twitching shaft, and milky tip, tell you he’s extremely close.

Then, taking you by surprise, Bakugou cuts off your moans with a hot kiss. Immediately after you make contact, his tongue sweeps against yours in a passionate dance.

“I’m gonna cum!” Your voice gets muffled by the tongue pressing against your own.

The addition his mouth was to your pleasure plunges you right into orgasm. Your body convulses, pussy tightening uncontrollably, and you wail into his mouth. Anything you had ever expected of sex is automatically blown to bits when this atomic force hits you.

You feel your eyesight black out, as if you’ve been hit by a truck. You subconsciously grip harder around Katsuki’s dick, causing his orgasm to come shooting out of him. Long strings of his pearly cum cover the palm of your hand, his cock still moving to let out the last bits of his seed.

The bliss that follows is calming. Bakugou finally pulls out of you, his face coming off of yours to reveal his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

You doubt you look appealing, but Bakugou looks at you sweetly and more kindly than you can assume he does with anyone else.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers to you after leaning down to your level.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and slowly untangle your limbs from his. Bakugou helps you up and grabs your (borrowed) clothes that had previously been strewn across the other seats.

After dressing yourself and saying a quick goodbye to Bakugou, you slip out of his car and head back into your dorms.

You smile to yourself as you lay in bed alone. On your bedside table you notice you’ve received a new notification, a message from an unknown number. What you see makes you smile and blush.

‘That was such a great night, let’s do it again sometime. - Bakugou’

a/n: hi guys. i’m back for the holidays and i hope to put out part two soon (let’s be honest, i never write things on time). i tried writing something more plot heavy… hope you enjoyed🫶 also, sorry for the edging joke. i think i’m funny.

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[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day twenty-one: impact play kink

>>> this right here is my girl dinner. i need him so so so so so so so so so so so so bad like PLEASE bakugou when you see this baby come home the kids miss you 😢

>>> starring: katsuki bakugou x curvy!f!reader >>>cw: fwb to lovers, impact play through spankings, choking, holding your head down, multiple rounds, breeding, one pregnancy comment, jealous katsuki, degradation, praise. >>>wc: 3k >>> event masterlist

you were the most annoying person he’s ever met, and that’s saying something. he would willingly dethrone even himself to crown you the biggest bitch in the entire world. maybe it was because you were a foreign exchange pro-hero sent to mingle and visit for relations between japan and your home country—though you’ve far overstayed your welcome. maybe it was because your quirk seemed to give you some air of importance like you were just as good if not better than everyone else, but either way, you were intolerable—at least he tried to pretend you were.

everyone else was eating you up though, as always. kirishima was dumb enough to follow you around with heart eyes, shouto knew how to play it cool enough—but bakugou knew he was vying for your attention. even shinsou and monoma gathered around to gawk at the way your hero uniform clings to your body like a second skin. they should all be embarrassed. you’re assigned to work at his agency anyway—there was no point in sweet talking you. you belong to him. at least, at work—and he hated it.

it was a special layer of hell to have you at his side. you were bossy, bubbly, and absolutely brilliant. your body was irritatingly perfect. his suit was tight too, you know, and raging boners as he carts around his guest was hardly his ideal patrol. you’re unafraid of getting your hands dirty and you’re even less afraid of him—which he lov—enjoys very much. you match his mouth and have never once backed down, which is probably why he’s so perplexed and fascinated and for the lack of better word—or maybe just the right one—obsessed with you.

you’re smart enough to know it, too. you smile extra big when you bring him breakfast every morning and you perch at the edge of his desk just to hear him grumble at you. you let him kiss you and feel your body, but you don’t let him call you his. you aggravate him on purpose, enjoying the way his eye twitches and his nose scrunches before he starts tearing you a new one. you know very well the effect you have on katsuki bakugou, so why do you toy with him like this instead of just ending his suffering?? why do you let your fan club follow you around in his agency when you could be sitting in his lap making out with him in between mountains of paperwork like usual—but no, you’re being way too flirty with kirishima for his liking.

all well and good, they know better than to touch you—at least he thought they did. but clearly monoma has no idea what lengths bakugou will go to to prove that despite your airy behavior—you’re his and his alone.

as soon as he sees monoma’s arm wrap around your waist, he’s standing in front of you, arms folded over his broad chest and arched eyebrow nearly lost between the spiky tufts of ash blonde hanging over his forehead. he’s waiting for you to denounce the behavior—not because he needs you to, but because he wants to see just how far your brattiness goes. you smile at him with those heart eyes, but ultimately choose to say, “hi dynamight. did you need something?”

oh goddamn, he’s fuming. apparently your brattiness knows no bounds. he can feel the steam pouring out of his ears as he grabs onto your wrist, nodding. “yeah—need my bratty little skank in my office right now.”

“ooh somebody’s madddd.” you giggle, though the other heroes seem surprised that he spoke to you that way. all it does is make your pussy tingle—you’re truly shameless and just as annoying as he claims you are. “don’t worry boys, it’s a loving pet name, i promise.”

he doesn’t let you explain further, deciding he isn’t going to chance you misbehaving. he lifts you up with ease, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of laundry. the gesture gives you butterflies—by no means are you petite, yet he throws you around like you weigh next to nothing.

you dangle over his back, waving goodbye to all the hopeful toys you’ve used as a means to this end—to drive him so crazy he just has to claim you in front of everyone. and thank god this worked.

see katsuki may act like you’re the problem, but he’s no saint. he has women bowing at his feet now that he’s a six foot four two hundred and fifty pound top of the leaderboards pro-hero—not that he gives them the time of day. the problem is, he wants to be private, or in other words, a secret. you’re not down with that. the paparazzi follow you regardless, what difference does it make if the world knows? it only gives you the right to crush those rude bitches that went to school with bakugou that try to sing their praises now. fans are fans—you hate the other sidekicks and heroes and friends that eye him right in front of you—all because no one knows that you’re a thing.

so if that’s how he wanted to play, you’d make sure you won.

though winning is subjective, and bakugou clearly thinks he’s coming out on top. he stomps to the elevators with you hanging off of him like an accessory, but his anger still bubbles over his face. he grimaces at his peers, his firm grip on your ass should be enough to send a message but he won’t be done there. no, he won’t stop until your screaming is bouncing off every wall of his agency or until he has to pay fines for noise violations and workplace harassment. he won’t stop until you’re broken of your behavior.

the elevator doors aren’t open all the way before he’s sliding out of them, grumbling about your behavior.

“are ya fuckin’ dumb, princess?” he shakes his head, palming your ass. “wh’kinda man ya think i am? just gonna let my bitch flirt with some fuckin’ extras in front of my face? you must not know me very well.”

“big talk, hot shot.” you huff, your voice vibrating a little with each heavy step he took towards his office. you repress your giddiness. “finally change your mind? you want people to know i’m yours now, huh?”

you’re clever. he’ll have to give you that. in his rage, he hadn’t noticed that he all but confirmed those workplace rumors—that this will leak to tmz in a few hours anyway and all his moping and sneaking and stewing over you was pointless. because in the end he is a beast of nature, and can’t handle anyone having even a fraction of what’s his. this is as close as they’ll ever get, he thinks to himself as he shoves you over his desk—not patient enough to fiddle with the zipper of your hero costume. he is a strong enough man to pull it apart though, shredding it to pieces and grunting in approval of your nakedness before him.

“yeah smartass, i changed my mind. gonna make sure everyone knows yer mine.” he groans, so many ideas of how to get you wailing and declaring your love for him rush to his mind. you’re biting your lip already, hoping he has you bent over like this for a reason. you hear his gauntlets clank together on the ground, and you wiggle your behind in the air excitedly.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, daddy..” you giggle, throwing that out to help your case. he knows you’re still bratty, not nearly worn down enough to be his babbling baby girl just yet. he smirks anyways, clever all on his own. his eyes focus on those perfect globes of your ass jiggling before him. you love his hands on you, warmed with his quirk with just enough spark and pressure to turn you to mush in just a few minutes. coincidentally enough he loves turning your ass into a custom painting of his own doing—and you get so noisy when he spanks you, that it’s clearly the best option.

“i’m not threatening, skank.” he pops your ass once, just a touch of warmth to your skin. you jolt forward, humming at the pleasant buzz. “tryin’ to get me all worked up in front of my friends?”

“oh they’re your friends now? i thought they were just extras.” you taunt, stretching your arms out in front of you to lay your face against the cool wood of his desk. his hand grows warmer and a little harder as it hits your ass in the same spot as before, a matching one falling to your other cheek within a second. it makes you squeal out a bit in glee, the sting was addictive.

“both, depending on how i feel—mouthy brat.” he huffs, though he is admittedly amused. he relishes your sweet little moans as he smacks your skin in rapid succession, his hands steadying their heat with each collision. as he smacks harder, your skin broken and bruised in the shape of his hand—you still moan in pleasure, getting louder the harsher he got. “this is all my little whore wanted hah? not’ta be able to sid’down all day?” he chuffs happily, giving you three more harsh smacks in a row, all to the same spot. you’re whining at the top of your lungs, making him smile successfully.

“mhm! yes daddy—jus’ wanted your attention~” you purr, his ownership of you bouncing off the walls and hopefully echoing downstairs to those shitty betas who put their hands all over you—kirishima would be dealt with separately.

his hands are so hot and blistering, the force enough to physically ripple your fat cheeks. it makes tears spring to your eyes and you shake your head in submission, throwing in the towel as your skin welts up before his lidded eyes. he slides warm fingers between your legs, swiping at your cunt. he cackles at the slick dribbling down his fingers when he pulls away.

“soaked. geezus, just from fuckin’ whoopin’ ya.” he licks his teeth, thinking of all the ways he could take you against his desk, but decides to start with a little reprieve for you. his suit is peeled back effortlessly, curved hard on gathering all the slick that littered your thighs and dripped from your pretty hole. “ain’t even gotta finger ya open, bet my greedy princess has been plannin’ this all day, hah?”

you can’t restrain your confirming giggle, your head already in the clouds just from his handling. it was moderately embarrassing how easy it was for him to work you up, but he supposed that was some sort of payback for how easily you consume his every waking thought—and some of the sleeping ones too.

he chuckles, kicking your legs a little wider so he can take you just like this. you gasp in excitement, smiling greedily as his tip catches on your clit before dipping to your entrance and back again. he played your game, so you could play his and beg like he wants you to.

“stop teasin’ me daddy.” you pout, tossing him that soft stare over your shoulder—the very same one that makes his heart stop each and every time. it will never get old, clearly. “please…been wet for you all day.” you bat your lashes.

fuck, you’re getting it. he puts his hand on the back of your neck and pushes your face to the desk, slipping his girth in your puckering hole without any ceremony. his other hand wraps under your hip to keep you from collapsing as you squeeze down and adjust to him like it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced his length splitting you open. you gasp for breath, straight hot fire melting into a tingling warmth requiring all your concentration.

“oh what’s a matter brat? goin’ quiet on me.” he grins his satisfaction, drilling into you without remorse. you feel him bumping against your womb, tearing at that entrance that he shouldn’t have access to. it hurts, he’s drilling you into jelly and you can only grab at the desk in a vain effort to ground yourself.

on command, your voice returns to you. you cry out your pained pleasure, nails scraping at the desk as every drag of his cockhead against your cervix had you tearing up. you can’t form words, and he doesn’t care. it’s too delicious—you’re too fucking tight for him to control himself, there’s just no way he could hold himself back when you’re so loud and absolutely drenched just to make all this easier on him. he angles one of your legs up on the desk, turning his curved shaft towards your spongy relief. your moans are even sweeter, heat flooding every sense in a mixture of something natural and something influenced by your lover’s quirk.

“yes! yesyesyes ohmygod yes daddy!” you scream, your throat ached from the sheer power behind it, your pretty little pussy kept fluttering around him as it stretches to fit him.

“better not cum. yer gonna hold it.” he commands, smacking some of that tender skin from earlier. you nearly fold at the impact, you whimper at the outrageous demand, shaking your head quickly to tell him you couldn’t possibly hold this back—the way he abuses your cunt was too intense to control your response. “if you cum—“

you can’t listen. it was all his fault anyway—fucking you like that and expecting you to be able to do anything but cream all over him.

“dumb brat.” he sighs, eyes fixated on your drooling hole leaving a pretty white ring of your essence along his shaft and coating his dark pubes. he shoves some of the extra shit off his desk, shoving you all the way on it once it’s barren. he puts you on your back like you’re a doll to position—holding your legs straight in his massive hands. you wince when your ass contacts the cold wood, “ya coulda got off easy—you just keep makin’ it hard on yerself.”

you mewl as he pins your hips to the surface below, his palms splayed across your abdomen—making every poke of his rod feel that much more intense. you grip his forearms; you were nearly crying already—then katsuki moves his hand to your clit, using the heel of his palm to send you into overstimulated jerks. “now you better learn to fuckin’ listen ‘r i’m cummin’ in that trashcan beside ya.” he snorts.

you cry out at the threat, nodding your understanding. what an evil thing to say—he knows you feel that much more complete after getting his load—like he’s giving you all his love and trust without him having to say a thing at all. you can’t let him take away your favorite part, so you clench your thighs and try to think about anything other than the beautiful ridges of his cock sliding in you like you’re nothing but a sleeve for him to use. you try, but his raspy grunts and groans in your ear keep you wailing and clawing at him desperately.

“can’t hold it daddy—too good! too much, pleasepleaseplease~” you cry, eyes screwed shut tight in pleasure as your body bounces around him with every devious pump of his cock. you feel so good to him, every clamp of your walls has him wondering how he hadn’t busted all up in your shit anyway.

“fine. now.” he orders, feeling the rush of your release and his control over you all in the same moment. it’s exhilarating, and you’re so picture perfect that he’s filling you up seconds later, his threat earlier as empty as they come. this was his pussy, and he would fuck it stupid and full and then send you back downstairs to your stupid fan club.

he stays hard, fucking into you relentlessly. hearing your sopping wet cunt squelch from being so full of his load combined with your elicit high pitched moans kept him thrusting like he hadn’t just reached one end.

“think you were getting off that easy, my little skank princess?” he mocks, dragging your limp body to the edge of the desk to give him full control of your hips. “i wanna hear how loud you can go. gonna fill this greedy little cunt up again.”

you nod, feeling his length shove everything deeper—cum so far down you’re sure you’re pregnant already. you wail your sensitivity, a mess of babbles and broken sobs. even as spent as you are, your gorgeous face twisted with satisfaction and your lips still called for him so perfectly. his hand finds it’s way to your throat, curses rolling past his own curved lips at the sputtering breaths you take as your moans turn to squeals. it doesn’t take much more than that, his second spurt just as heavy as his first. he uses his grip on your hips to hold you still, your legs a shaking mess as you went numb a while ago. he stills in you, chest heaving from all his hard work, but he watches you with a satisfied grin.

“gotta set a clothes you can wear. can’t clean up that pussy though—gotta show that off before we go home for round three.” he grunts, kissing your jawline roughly—saving your lips for last. he’s tender here, holding your face in his hands like he’s holding a delicate flower. “want them to see ya all fucked out. ‘s the only way they ever will. ‘m feelin’ generous.”

you struggle for your breath, rolling your eyes at him. you don’t mind the notion—you don’t care if pictures show up in the magazines the next day. all you care about is being his—and winning. though, it’s plenty safe to say you did

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[bbyseok]

the drummer

pairing: bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

word count: 3k

a/n: this was made due to my newfound infatuation with the band babymetal and their music everyone say thank you babymetal

content: fluff, no quirks au, rock band au, bakusquad (excluding mina, sorry!!) as a band, metal concerts: loud sounds, crowds, mosh pits, etc., swearing, side ships: kamijirou and kirimina, bakugou calls reader “sweetheart” and i think that’s everything

analysis: you attend a metal concert for the first time with your friends. and while you don’t usually listen to rock often, maybe the drummer can change your mind.

———

you like to say you have a wide variety when it comes to your taste in music. music is beautiful, after all—it could bring people from all over the world together, whether they understood the language of the songs or not.

you listen to a bit of everything; a bit of the usual stuff that plays on the radio to pass time in the car, a little bit of pop, some rnb, a hint of rap, a dash of country, etc.

though—the only real exposure you have had to the rock and metal genre was through your current roommate.

but when said roommate nearly screams the roof of your shared apartment off one day, you barrel into her room thinking she had seriously gotten hurt—only to be met with the news of something else.

“jirou kyoka!” you scold her after heaving out a sigh of relief when you find her just sitting on her bed, laptop in her hands. “you scared me half to death! i thought something happened!”

“something did happen,” the short-haired girl retorts giddily as she displays the screen towards you. “one of my favorite bands is having a concert near us!”

and when she thrusts the screen towards you, you catch sight of some somewhat familiar faces—there’s a spiky redhead with a contagious smile on the bass, and a guy with short black hair on the keyboards. there seem to be two blondes, but the difference between them is that the one playing the guitar, who also looks like he’s the singer, has a flirty look on his face while the red-eyed man on the drums has a handsome yet threatening scowl twisted on his lips.

the only reason you’re able to recognize them is because jirou’s has shown you some of their music before. “oh.” your unenthusiastic reaction has her rolling her eyes as she faces her laptop back towards her.

you chuckle a little and sit beside her, making yourself comfy on the mattress. “no, seriously, that’s exciting, jirou!” you declare with a nod, “i’m happy for you! you just screamed really loud.”

she touches her fingers together, still looking away in embarrassment. “ah, right. sorry about that.”

you coo and bring her in for a side hug. the onyx-eyed girl can be a little shy sometimes, and it had taken a while for her to open up to you despite living together. “no, no- it’s okay! y’know i don’t listen to a lot of that kinda stuff but.. when’s the concert? did you buy tickets yet?”

when jirou visibly brightens up, you grin to yourself. she’s so passionate about music sometimes; it’s endearing to see. “concert’s in a couple of weeks. and no, haven’t bought tickets yet.”

you blink and laugh. “well, why haven’t you? you should before they get all sold out, right?”

as if you had reminded her, she yelps and her fingers start tapping away on the keyboard. “ah, you’re right. they can sell out pretty fast.”

you eye the screen once again, tracing your stare over the band members out of curiosity as she gets ready to buy said tickets. really, you have no idea where you’re going with this but— “how about i come with you?”

her fingers freeze and she stares at you in surprise. “really? are you sure?” she questions, tilting her head. “like you just said, you don’t really listen to this kind of music.”

you shrug. “well, it’ll be a new experience for me. you only live once, right?” and then you quickly add, “and i can help you pay too!”

kyoka genuinely seems thrilled by your decision, but her fingers still hover over the mousepad. “are you sure?”

before you can change your mind, you insist with a laugh. “jirou, i’m positive.” you fish out your phone from your pocket to go over a calendar. “we’re both free that day, i can help pay for the tickets, and you won’t have to be alone during the concert—so it’ll be safer for you, yeah?”

jirou starts twiddling with her fingers again. “i was actually gonna invite mina with me. she doesn’t listen to them as much as i do but she’s got a thing for the bassist.” she rolls her eyes with a fond scoff.

you glare at her playfully. “hey, i barely listen to them but don’t you got a thing for the blonde guitarist?” you tease.

when you see her blush and start to deny you, you laugh. “relax, jirou, i’m teasing. and we can still invite mina. i’m sure she’d love to go with us.”

jirou nods, smiling. “alright. it’ll be the three of us then.”

she clicks and confirms the purchase, sealing yourself a metal concert in a couple weeks.

except.. it doesn’t turn out to be the three of you. trust me, mina had been overjoyed to receive the news that the two of you had gotten her tickets. in fact, she had been so delighted that she had invited some of her other friends, and then their friends were invited, and- yeah. (you’re not too entirely sure how everyone managed to get tickets in time but you deduce not to question it.)

it’s the night of the concert, and after a thirty minute drive, you finally arrive at the designated arena. (jirou and mina had played some of the band’s music to familiarize you with some songs—there were a few catchy ones.)

the rest of your party had come in separate rides, so as the three of you exit mina’s car, they wave you down in excitement.

“it’s loud,” you state bluntly as your friends start their way to the arena entrance. you’re not even in the damn arena and it’s loud—the concert hasn’t even started yet.

“it’s only gonna get louder, babe,” mina says with a good-natured grin. “too late to turn back now!”

“i know, i know!” you laugh, trying to relax your nerves. you’re a bit nervous, sure—but you can’t deny that you’re also a little excited. “i’m not backing out, don’t worry.”

jirou tugs at your arm from her spot beside you. “if anything, you can leave early. wait for us in the car. metal concerts can get.. intense sometimes. i won’t be offended or anything.”

you shoot your roommate a relieved smile. “i’ll keep that in mind, thanks. but hopefully it doesn’t come to that. this’ll be fun!”

your optimism remains even as you file into the arena, looking for a spot. part of your group wants to score a place in the potential mosh pit, but with jirou and mina knowing it’s your first time, some decide to linger somewhere on the side. with this, your group decides to split up.

“don’t you guys wanna head into the- mosh pit?” you ask the two girls, feeling a bit guilty. “isn’t that closer to the stage? i feel really bad holding you guys back.”

mina waves a hand at you in dismissal. “no, don’t worry about it! i want a spot closer to the bar. and while being the mosh pit is fun, i’d rather not get ‘accidentally’ groped tonight.”

you blink at her and simply nod in acknowledgment. “ah, right, okay.” jirou nods alongside you.

the three of you grab some drinks and chat around while the arena continues to fill up. you had been eyeing the rest of your group making camp on the floor until you lose them once more people flood in.

the opening act starts and it’s another rock band. definitely a lesser known group, but their music is a good mood starter for the concert, it seems.

another thirty minutes pass by and it’s finally time for the main act of the band everyone’s been waiting for to make an appearance.

there’s the sound of the music starting and it’s as if it shakes the entire building—the crowd roars in anticipation.

a rough voice echoes throughout the arena and then the beat of drums pulses through the floor.

“LET’S FUCKING GOOO!”

and just like that, fireworks burst from the stage and the lights are on, focused on the band and you can spot the four members playing their respective instruments.

before you know it, you see jirou and mina jumping with the rest of the crowd, screaming their throats alongside the singer as he strums the strings of his guitar.

you find yourself enjoying yourself too! it’s amazing to see them play the first few songs back to back with no break—they’re quite the entertainment.

after the third or fourth song though, they seem to take a breather. “hello everyone!” the lead guitarist speaks into his mic. “you all having fun so far?”

the crowd answers with cheers and you can’t help but laugh as your two companions join them.

“i’m kaminari denki!” the singer introduces himself. jirou lets out a few cheers as the blonde lifts a hand up to his ear as if to bask in the crowd’s noise. and then he continues on to the other members. “our bassist, kirishima eijirou!”

“hey, everyone!” the redhead plays a few notes on the bass as the crowd cheers again—you and jirou share an amused look when mina squeals at the top of her lungs.

“on the keys, hanta serooo!” kaminari whoops out, and the fans join in again in another roar. the short-haired man plays for a bit, laughing a greeting, “good evening!”

“aaaand on the drums…” kaminari finishes up, imitating playing the drums with his hands with a grin, “our amazing kacchan!”

“it’s bakugou katsuki, dunce face!” the drummer snaps, his voice booming on the mic—and you recognize his voice from the beginning of the concert. there’s a few snickers and laughs from the crowd—you included—and bakugou plays for a few seconds.

displayed on the large screens behind and next to the stage, you can see the drummer’s features a bit despite the somewhat darkened lighting. “alright, fuckers!” he yells out once he’s done, “you ready for more?”

this time, you find yourself screaming alongside your two friends in eagerness and the concert continues as they play some more songs. during the short intermission, you head out for a quick bathroom break. when you return, you see jirou is the only one left in your previous spot.

“mina went into the mosh pit!” jirou explains as one song transitions into another. she points over to the rushing crowd and you look to the sea of people jamming out more aggressively, a few crowd-surfers here and there.

“oh, okay!” you answer back. you go back to jamming with your friend, genuinely enjoying yourself. (any time you see the drummer on the screen for a few seconds, you can’t find it in yourself to look away.)

and the night rages on. there some people headbanging so hard to the point where you were sure they were going to fling their heart out of their throats, but all in all, you were having fun.

it’s nearing the encore when you decide the pounding and rumbling of the arena is starting to become a bit much. “hey, jirou!” you shout over the music, “i’m gonna head back to the car!”

kyoka looks to you with slight concern. “want me to walk back with you?” she offers in a raised voice to match yours. her eyes flicker from the stage to you.

“no, no!” you’re quick to protest and decline, “enjoy the end of the concert- i know you don’t wanna miss it! i’ll be fine on my own, don’t worry!”

hesitantly, she gives you a thumbs up. you give her a quick hug before you start trudging away from her and through the rows and rows of people.

music continues to blast through the arena, and you’re sure that your ears are going to be ringing for the remainder of the night. but you suppose that’s what happens when you attend a metal concert out of all things. (it had been fun, for the most part, but you think that’s enough metal for one night.)

the blinding lights from the stage are flashing everywhere, probably more intense since it’s almost the end of the concert. it’s a bit difficult to see your surroundings very clearly for anything longer than five seconds, but you manage to stumble out of your section of the crowd on your own two feet, save for a few bumps into some people here and there.

you don’t know where the rest of your group is—though, you’re sure they’re probably getting trampled over in the mosh pit running circles in a certain area of the floor space in the peripheral of your eye. (yeah, there’s no way you’re taking place in that. hopefully mina’s alright!)

you continue following the signs that supposedly lead to the exit. getting out early can give you a head start and avoid any more crowds that would definitely get messier on the way out.

you follow down the railing and that’s when the arena darkens suddenly. they must be getting ready for the finale—so you whip your phone out to act as your flashlight to keep walking.

wait a minute. there’s only few people back here, so that must mean you’re heading in the right direction, but then—hold on. you’re backstage.

the security isn’t at its best, it seems. or maybe they’re slacking. who knows—either way, you’re not where you’re supposed to be, that’s for certain. you can see the back of the stage set up from here; there’s a few uniformed people working on what seems to be the lighting and shit. oh yeah—definitely not the exit.

maybe you can ask for directions? oh, how embarrassing… maybe you should’ve stayed with jirou until the end of the concert and walked back with her.

just- just follow the sound of yelling and screaming! obviously—that’s where the crowd is, so you can easily find the actual way out by listening to the roar of the fans.

and then they get louder and—the sound of the last of the commercial fireworks sizzles through the air and the closing music comes to an end. oh shit. the concert has ended.

that seals it for you: you’re going to head over to some staff person and—oh yeah, that one right there, standing near the small stairs, and ask politely for the actual exit.

and then the lights go out again—plunging you in darkness, save for the few lights from above and flickering from the side, and then you walk right into a solid chest.

“the hell?” a gruff voice erupts from in front of you, and it sounds familiar. the lights return and it takes you less than three seconds to register that you’re staring up at the drummer.

“fuckin’- goddammit, kiri!” the blonde scowls, turning his red glare to the guitarist coming down the stage stairs, “some fan got into the back again!”

kirishima is wiping the sweat off his brow when he catches sight of you, and he seems surprised. “huh? oh shit-”

you panic. what if you get into some serious trouble for this? what if they sue you? so you splutter out frantically without thinking, “i’m- i’m not a fan!”

bakugou brings his gaze back to you at your words, all confused, judging by the way he raises a brow at you. and when his stare lingers, you realize he’s actually taking the time to look at you.

he clicks his tongue and repeats your words. “not a fan, huh?”

fuck, that sounds rude, doesn’t it? “no! i mean- yes! i mean—i’ve never really listened to your guys’ music but i came along with my friends! but then i decided to leave a little early and just ended up getting lost and-”

the redhead comes to stand next to bakugou with a laugh. “relax, relax. we hear ya,” he reassures you with a toothy grin. “mistakes happen!”

you let out a sigh of relief, smiling gratefully at kirishima. “right. i didn’t think wandering backstage could happen but.. sounds like it has before?” you laugh, referring to bakugou’s previous words as you look to the drummer.

oh god. the tank top hangs loosely off bakugou’s broad shoulders as his skin glistens with sweat. you can now see his legs that are clad in black ripped jeans, not hidden behind the drum set. a screen, no matter how huge, doesn’t do him justice. he’s so damn beautiful up close.

what makes matters even worse is that he’s staring right at you.

you nearly let out a squeak of surprise from the sheer intensity of his gaze, instead glancing back to kirishima nervously since he continues talking anyway.

“ah yeah, sometimes,” the guitarist chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “not too often but- it definitely happens way more than it should. you’re okay though, really!”

you nod with a small smile, fiddling with your hands. you sneak a look back at the drummer, and you realize with a start that he hasn’t torn his eyes off you.

“not a fan?” bakugou repeats again in a drawl, cocking his head to the side and taking a step towards you.

you blink at him, a little confused, a little flustered. “um, well-”

“alright, sweetheart,” bakugou then huffs, catching you by surprise—are you hearing him right? but then the smirk he gives you makes you wanna melt into the floor. “let’s see if i can make you a fan before the next concert, yeah?”

———

the roar of the crowd is something you welcome, relishing in the noise the eager fans make as they wait for the concert to start. you don’t have a good view backstage, but there’s something you need to do first before you head to your reserved section.

sero and denki are the first to head up. the blonde adjusts his guitar and dashes out onto the stage, blowing jirou a flying kiss to which she rolls her eyes at but catches nonetheless.

kirishima strolls after the two of his band mates onto the stage, but not before he gives mina a squeezing hug paired with some laughter.

bakugou is the last one to walk up, and he approaches you with that same damned smirk of his that had made you give him your number not too long ago.

“i’m waiting, sweetheart,” katsuki snickers at you, raising a brow expectantly.

you glare at him playfully, and before he can sneak in another word, you grab the front of his stupid tank top and pull him down for a kiss.

(yeah, he had made you a fan.)

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Bakugou Katsuki Masterlist

All of our favorite Sparky-sparky ✨✨Boom-boom boy💥💥stuff in one place!❤️‍🔥

General Bakugou Headcannons (a fav!!)

3rd-Year Flirty Headcannons

Bedtime Bliss

Sweaters, Smacks, & Smooches

BUBBLEGUM POP (a fav!!!)

Delightfully Inspired by being home (a fav!)

“Whoops! Watch the Jacket!”

Don’t Touch Anything

The Quirky Little Lady Next Door

FIRE IN THE HOLE 🔥🔥 (a fav!)

The HopHug & Twirl! (a fav!)

Sometimes it takes a Teddy Bear and a Hero

Lil’ Gauntlets (a fav!)

At the Dentist Drabble (a fav!)

A Lifetime Away -proposal blurb

Molemates >> Soulmates (a fav!)

“SLEEPING BEAUTY ME” [verb]

College Football Katsuki x Marching Band Y/N Headcannons

CINDERELLA MOMENT - drabble

You’re Hiding in Your Hiding Place - Bakugou Katsuki’s Bicep (1)

Katsuki’s Hiding in his Hiding Place - your shoulder (2)

He reunites with you as he walks you home from the club

Cherry Mocha

Obsessed, Devoted, and Utterly Whipped. Lovin’ on readers boobs (a blurb)

Getting Ready for Bed w/ Katsuki

Headcannons where reader is Kats upstairs neighbor

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A First Time for Everything (18+ Short Fic)

Pairings: Poly Pro!KirishimaBakugouMina x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You and your girlfriend Mina have been dating for three amazing years. You couldn’t ask for a better partner–someone who is supportive, loving, and willing to explore new things with you…including in the bedroom. So, after a UA High 5-year reunion when you run into THE Katsuki Bakugou and Eijrou Kirishima, two of the top pros in the game and your old crushes, you don’t expect those past butterflies to come rushing back. And when you find out Mina, Kiri, and Bakugou feel the same, you decide to embark on the journey of experiencing your first-ever foursome and possible polyamorous romance.

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GO AWAY), Unprotected PIV Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Adult!KiriBakuMina (both are in their late 20s), Alcohol Consumption, Consensual, FOURSOOOME, Poly Romance, Daddy Kink, Deepthroating/Facefucking, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Clit Stimulation, Choking, Multiple Positions, Praise Kink, Light Degradation, Couch Sex, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

CHAPTERS: ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

AO3 Link HERE!

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CHAPTER TWO

Kiri shuts the door behind you and Mina once you’re inside. 

As soon as he does, a clap of thunder startles you and the familiar pitter-patter of rain begins to fall, almost like Mother Nature wants you to get some dick by any means necessary. Kiri turns to you and Mina, smiling. “So glad you could make it,” he says, and he sounds like he means it. “I was afraid the storm would’ve started while you were out on the road.” 

You can barely focus on anything the man is saying with how good he smells–like cinnamon gloves and lavender, nothing like Bakugou’s smoky, vanilla scent.

Not to mention how good he looks. His black crewneck shirt stretches against his rippling muscles and biceps where his tattoos run up and down his big arms, making you want to read and trace them like maps. The shirt’s fabric is so thin and tight that you can see the rings that protrude from his nipples. His pants fit him entirely too well, making his hips and ass look positively squeezable. His hair is in a man bun, giving you a good look at his handsome features. 

“Nah, we made sure to keep up with the weather,” Mina says, waving off his worry. “Mmm, something smells good.” You hum in agreement when the scent of herbs, spices, and baking bread hits your nose. 

“Bakugou’s in the kitchen,” Kiri chuckles. “You ladies want a drink?” As he walks down the narrow hall connected to the living room to the kitchen, he stops and turns, looking you and Mina up and down. “Fuck, you both look amazing. Red is definitely your color, Y/N.” 

“Isn’t it?” Mina giggles. You flush at the compliment and Kiri’s flirty gaze. “T-Thank you, Kiri.” 

He chuckles, the deep sound making your heart lurch. “Come on, I’ll give you a little tour of the place! Mina, you haven’t been here since we got the place redecorated, right?”

He walks down the hallway where paintings and framed photos of family and friends are displayed on the walls to round the corner of the large kitchen, all marbled counters, pristine stainless-steel appliances, an island in the middle of the room, and a very handsome man standing at the stove. 

“K, the girls are here!” Kiri cheerfully states, giving you a wink as you and Mina stand at the island. 

Bakugou, looking like a snack in his gray jeans and black button-down with the sleeves rolled up to expose his muscled arms roped in tattoos, growls at the sound of Kiri. “Dammit, shitty hair, I told you don’t come in the kitchen until–“

He immediately stops as he turns around and looks at you and Mina, his eyes going wide.“Damn.” 

Your whole body warms under his less-than-subtle gaze. “Hello to you too,” Mina giggles, slinking into the kitchen. She sneaks up beside Bakugou and peers at the stove where you can see a baking dish in the window. “Oooh, spaghetti? Is that what you’re making?” 

Bakugou nudges her out of the way with his hip. “It’s called baked ziti, Pinky.” He takes off his oven mitt which you find absolutely adorable. “And back off! It still needs a couple of minutes and I’ve gotta make the salad.” 

Mina playfully pouts while Kiri sneaks into the kitchen. “We love a perfectionist,” he chuckles, pecking Bakugou’s cheek. “We just came in for drinks.”

He opens their giant fridge and nods at you and Mina. “What’s your poison, cuties? We got wine, water, beer, juice…I think we got apple, grape, white cranberry…” 

“Grape juice for now, please!” Mina brightly replies.  

“Water is good for me,” you reply. Bakugou glances at you. “Why not wine?” he grumbles, sounding curious. Kiri whirls around to face him, scowling. “They just got here, Katsuki!” he scoffs. “Not everybody pre-games like you do.” 

Bakugou rolls his crimson eyes as Kiri gets a pitcher of filtered water and grape juice out of the fridge. “Whatever,” he grumbles. “Now everybody get out!” 

Once Kiri gets your glasses for you and Mina, he hustles you out of the kitchen before Bakugou can blow a gasket. You watch as he strides over to the fridge and begins to take out ingredients for the salad: spring greens, cherry tomatoes, bell pepper, and red onion.

Once he gathers them up, he begins to prep for the dish, and you watch his every articulate, careful yet confident form, from washing the vegetables to cutting them with the sharpest knife you’ve ever seen. You watch his hands…his scarred, veiny, oh-so-sexy hands. 

“Don’t worry about him,” Kiri whispers to you, making you jump out of your horny thoughts. “He’s kinda nervous. It’s not every day we get a date night with two pretty girls at the same time.” He winks at you before clinking your glass of water with his.

“So how about that tour?” 

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The tour doesn’t last for that long, but through it, you’ve never been more intrigued by a home. 

The place is beautiful and tastefully decorated with cream-colored walls, matching throw pillows in the living room along the gray sofas and armchairs, and paintings hanging along the hallways you enter.

The house comes with a living room with an excellent security system, a dining area connected to the kitchen, a master bedroom, three guest rooms, a pool with a hot tub setting, basketball and tennis courts, a driveway that houses Bakugou and Kiri’s two sportscars, Kiri’s study that connects to a private gym downstairs, and a basement/man cave that was recently renovated for a pool table and carpets. You also meet their very affectionate tabby cat Blaze who was sleeping down on the carpets when you arrived. 

By the time Kiri gets upstairs and introduces you and Mina to the bedroom, your head is spinning, and you want to move in. He pushes open the bedroom door to reveal the gorgeous master bedroom with a king-sized bed, two walk-in closets, a balcony, and a mirror plastered to the ceiling that makes you think of very unholy things. 

“And here’s one of our many bathrooms,” Kiri says, motioning to one of the doors next to the bed on the left-hand side. “There’s one in one of the guest rooms and in the basement.” 

“Oh, thank God!” Mina groans, racing into the bedroom. “I’ve been holding this pee in since the car ride. Finish the tour without me.” She runs into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her. You glance at Kiri, sighing. “Adorable, right?” you chuckle. 

“You’re just as adorable as her,” he comments, but before you can process the compliment, he asks, “Hey, you said you like cats, right?” You nod, embarrassed by how excited you got seeing Blaze curled up on her back in the basement. “Bakugou will kill me for showing this, but…” 

He motions you over and opens the door on the right-hand side to another room, this one coming with a mahogany desk, a personal coffee machine, many awards and certificates given to Dynamight over the years, and a huge bookcase where several ceramic cat figurines sit. You gasp, cooing at the little figurines. “Oh, my God, these are so cute!” 

“This is Bakugou’s study,” he explains. “He insisted on us getting a study for us two, but I told him that privacy is important in relationships.” He toys with a tabby cat figurine. “I got this one first as a present to Bakugou. It’s supposed to be Blaze. Then I guess he fell in love with them ‘cause he’s been buying them as paperweights ever since.” 

You gape at the figurines, picturing Bakugou going out to buy each one. “Who would’ve thought?” you chuckle. “He seems so rough around the edges.” Kiri laughs along with you. “Yeah, but it’s really a front. Like I said, he’s just as nervous as I am with you and Mina being here due to the context.” 

You flush at his words. You had almost forgotten what you were here for–not just a movie, food, and good company. You put a hand on Kiri’s shoulder and feel him tense for a moment before he relaxes under your touch. “Thank you for agreeing to this, Kiri,” you say softly. “Tonight has already been great.” 

Slowly, he turns to you, his crimson eyes holding something on the edge of sensual. “How could I have said no?” he asks lowly. “It’s hard to refuse a pretty thing like you.”

Suddenly, the air becomes tense, and the relationship between you two shifts into something that isn’t friendly at all. Yes, Kiri flirts, but never this boldly or upfront. Your heart beats faster under his gaze and your hand subconsciously falls to his bicep. 

He steps closer to you, but before he can close that distance, Mina pops into Bakugou’s study. “Finished!” she announces. You and Kiri immediately jump away, heat overtaking your body. Your girlfriend comes up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Whatcha guys doin’?” 

You’re at a loss for words, your mouth too dry to speak, but luckily, Kiri fills Mina in for you. “Just showing Y/N my man’s secret cat collection. Wanna see?” 

“Do I!” Mina giggles, taking out her phone as she turns to the cat figurines. “Hang on, I need pictures so I can drop ‘em in the group chat. Then he’d really kill me!”

With her and Kiri now talking among themselves, you’re given enough time to recuperate from the hot-ass scene you and Kiri were about to engage in. What’s more is how easily he was able to bounce back from it, hiding it so easily. 

Will you be able to handle this? 

The question stays with you after the tour is done and you’re back in Kiri and Bakugou’s living room. “Feel free to sit anywhere you’d like,” Kiri says as he switches to streaming platforms on their flat screen. “For movies, we got either HBO Max, Netflix, or Hulu. I was thinking horror movies.” 

“Oooh, yes!” you excitedly shout as Mina pulls you down onto the grey sofa facing the TV. Kiri takes the one nearest the window. “I think all The Conjuring movies are on HBOMax, if you’re up for that.” Mina gapes at you, terrified. “With the creepy doll with the pigtails? You just wanna scare me.” She pouts at you, nudging your foot with hers. 

Bakugou pops into the room suddenly carrying a tray that carries with it an aroma of baked bread that makes your stomach growl. “Mina’s a wuss, in case you didn’t know,” he grumbles. Mina blushes as you and Kiri laugh. “I am not!” she shouts defensively. 

Bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Please. You were the main one crying when we went to that haunted maze that one time during our sophomore year of high school even though you begged and pleaded for us to take you along with us.” 

Kiri snickers, as red as his face from laughing. “I’ve still got pictures.” Mina tosses a pillow at him that he catches with one hand. “You two are so mean!” she laments, crossing her arms and legs before harumphing cutely. 

“Aww, come on, Pinky,” Kiri coos from across the room. “You’ve got us three to protect you from that stupid doll. As for demons, you’re on your own.” You throw your head back and laugh as Mina gives him the finger, telling him she’d sacrifice him to demons first. 

Bakugou, who doesn’t laugh at all, lowers the tray, silent. You find that it’s filled with sliced homemade garlic bread, browned to perfection. His vermillion eyes boar into yours, pinning you to your seat.

“Appetizers,” he softly growls, and leaves without another word, heading back to the kitchen. You stand as if your body is his puppet, controlled by the absence of his presence. “Let me go get us some ice,” you tell Mina. 

As you go to walk to the kitchen, Kiri gets up. You immediately walk over and put a hand on his broad chest, stopping him. “Kiri, stay. I’m fully capable of getting my own ice and fighting against the fire-breathing dragon in there.” He still looks worried but sits back down. “Alright but scream if he even so much as scowls at you.” 

You nod at him and continue your walk to the kitchen. Sure enough, Bakugou is there and is now attempting to toss the bowl of salad with some tongs, grumbling to himself. When he hears you come in, he whips around and scowls at you. “You got a problem with following rules? I thought I said no one in the kitchen until dinner is ready.” 

You put up a hand in defense, nodding at the fridge. “Just came for some ice.” He gives you the evil eye but doesn’t say anything more. You’re quiet as you help yourself to an empty glass and fill it with ice to split with Mina. When you finish, you glance at Bakugou who’s still struggling. You giggle quietly to yourself. “You need help with that?” 

He shakes his head, grumbling a no. “You sure?” you ask, quirking a brow at him. “You’re holding the tongs wrong, you know.” He growls and moves quicker, still struggling to toss the greens. “I said I’m–”

Before he can protest, you move behind him, your chest brushing against his back. Gently, you take his hand and position it correctly on the handle of the tongs. You then instruct him to tilt the bowl slightly and firmly grip the rim so it doesn’t flip onto him. He does so, keeping a scowl as he does.

“There you go,” you whisper against his shoulder since he’s so tall. “Easier, right?” 

He doesn’t say anything, and you flush, feeling like you crossed a line. But as you go to leave him be, he abruptly turns around, the tongs forgotten, and takes your wrist in his. You realize how close you really are to him now–you’re practically eating his shirt with how close his chest is to your face. His cologne and natural scent of vanilla hit your nose, making your thoughts hazy.

“You know, if you wanted to touch me, princess, all you had to do was ask.” 

His voice is low and raspy, making your stomach jump excitedly. But the tension in the air, in this kitchen, is too much. “I should get back to the living room,” you weakly say. You take a step back, but he follows, stepping forward. 

“What’s the rush?” he mumbles. “You barely said hi to me when you came in. Kinda hurt my feelings.”

He follows you until he has you cornered against the island, the edge of it pushing into your lower back. “You wanna wear something like this and not even be nice to me in my own home?” 

His large hands lay on the counter on either side of you, trapping you. But you don’t feel intimidated or threatened. If anything, you feel aroused. You can feel him staring down at you and your chest, unashamed and unabashed. You like that, but damn, does it feel dangerous. “Katsuki,” you exhale, not sure what else to say. 

“Y/N,” he sighs, and his name on your lips makes you want to give him everything. 

The moment is (unfortunately) ruined when you hear someone clear their throat. You turn to find Mina and Kiri watching you and Bakugou, knowing smiles on their faces. “Starting without us, hm?” Kiri chuckles. “We didn’t even eat yet, Bakugou. Leave the poor girl alone.” 

Your skin burns with embarrassment and the aftermath of arousal from the moment in passing. How do these men know how to rile you up like this? Bakugou gives Kiri a glare, but a blush coats his cheeks as he moves away from you, going back to his cooking. 

Kiri laughs as he goes back into the living room and Mina takes your hand, leading you out of the kitchen. “Did he feel good against you like that?” she whispers in your ear. “You looked like you were enjoying it. I know I enjoyed watching you.” Her hand slinks to your ass, squeezing it. 

She giggles when you softly gasp at her copping a feel. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself though.” She pecks your cheek. “Now, come on; let’s watch the movie.” 

But you know you won’t be able to enjoy any movie without thinking about these two attractive men and your girlfriend all over you. So as you lower the glass of ice on the ottoman, you turn to Kiri. “Actually,” you sigh, “I think I’ll take that wine now, Kiri.” 

He just grins at you.

#poly smut #poly kiribaku #polyamory #poly love #kiribakumina #bakugou x fem!reader #kirishima x fem!reader #mina x fem!reader #smutty smut #18+ fic #bnha smut #black writer #black fanfic writer

[katsukiizmoon]

E U N O I A ;

a well mind, beautiful thinking

tags: daddy kink, dry humping/grinding, praise, degradation, thigh fucking, f!reader, comfort, softies, cum, creampies, aftercare, collars, choking, pet names, sex, cuddles, healthy relationship ™, switch!bakugou, switch!reader, light hair pulling, spanking, light overstimulation, pussy eating, nipple touching

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x F! Reader

a/n: please forgive formatting I wrote and posted this on mobile lol anyways ( ˊᵕˋ )♡ read the tags pls and enjoy

18+ MDNI Please & Thank You

You walk down the hall, turning right and into the bedroom after an exhausting day. Your boyfriend lays across the room in bed, tired and half naked.

The cool air wafts around you, up the thin t-shirt you're adorning to brush over your nipples. They're hard, not that you notice. Goosebumps roll over the supple skin of your thighs and you hurry to the bed.

"Mhhh- you're finally in bed. That stupid skincare routine you have takes forever." Katsuki mumbles, adjusting himself to face you.

The blankets are warming the lower half of your body, basic black comforter trapping heat inside.

"Hey! I'll have you know, it only takes ten minutes and I'm going to look thirty when I'm FIFTY! " You bite out.

He snorts, eyes rolling before tugging you a little closer.

"You know what that means right?" His tone makes you squint. An arm drapes itself over your waste, rubbing little circles into your back.

"What?" You deadpan.

Mistake number one.

His hand snakes it's way under your Tshirt to the bare skin awaiting. The room is still cold, with a flirty breeze.

A tongue swipes over plush, pink, lips and he places a quick peck on your own. The blankets begin to rustle when he moves, hips now flush against your own.

"It means I'm going to want to fuck your pretty mouth for the rest of my damn life, darlin." Katsuki smirks, proud of himself.

You scoff.

"Oh puh-lease! You'd fuck my mouth if it was as pleasurable as a hollow piece of styrofoam."

You can hardly contain your giggles when the blonde rolls his eyes and frowns.

"Oh shut the fuck up, y/n. I would not!"

The both of you continue with playful banter for the next ten minutes before sleepiness takes over.

*:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:**:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:*

The next day goes with ease. Katsuki goes to work after wishing you farewell with a kiss to the forehead.

Not even an hour later you're cleaning and preparing for your own job. It's currently 7:30am and your eyelids still beg to shut. The smell of chemicals fills the air in your living room and you bid yourself a job well done.

Hot, unforgiving water rolls over your body as you pop the cap on body wash. It works your sore muscles up and down while you scrub yourself.

You quickly begin applying neutral makeup, as if only to enhance your natural features. Concealer, light foundation, a nude lip topped with gloss, and mascara.

The time reads 8:45AM and your eyes widen.

"Ope-"

You run out the door, bagel and tea in hand as you get in the car. The engine whirrs to life and you fiddle with the radio station before settling on a playlist.

When you get to work, the office is cold and stale. A stack of papers waits on your desk and you sigh before sitting on the leather chair.

Work goes smoothly but time drags on, taunting you with the invitation of your bed when you get home.

After seven grueling hours of slaving away for corporate, you finally stumble into the house.

The lock clicks behind you and your bags drop to the floor as soon as you get inside. Shoes discarded off to the side of the door as you throw what you prepped for dinner in a pan.

Preparing dinner ahead of time has been amazing for reducing food waste and costs. It doesn't take long, just throwing chicken and some sides in Ziploc bags and thawing it in the fridge. But it saves you on days like these, with aching feet and a sore head.

Katsuki gets home a little late, as you're sitting on the couch post shower in pajamas. The TV murmurs in the background while you flip through pages of a book.

Your eyes meet his own ruby orbs, lashes fluttering. The poor thing looks exhausted. Content, yes, but tired.

"Hey baby" You greet, padding across the vinyl floor to give him a peck on the cheek. Your fingers rub over his chest and down his tummy.

"'M kinda dirty right now lovey, I know you'l prolly already showered." He sighs into a kiss. His hand rests on your waist, thumb pressing into the soft skin exposed from lifting.

And it's true, there's dirt and grime smudged on his face and arms. His uniform looks battered.

He quickly kicks off his shoes and places them to the side with your own.

"Mmm.. Let me start the shower for you." You murmur, pulling away.

His hand drops from your waist and his arms stretch above his head.

You quickly turn on the hot water, waiting for him to follow behind you and begin undressing. Grabbing a lavender scented shower melt and tossing it into the bottom.

Lifting your torso to stand completely and turn around, you're met with a half naked Bakugou with his back to you.

He tosses everything into the laundry bin and begins pulling off his socks. Then go his pants, dropping to the tiled floor.

Bakugou's forearm rests on the bathroom counter, other hand reaching to snatch his bottoms from around his ankles.

Your eyes drop to his ass, admiring it as he stands. His ass is plush, round and firm. All the deadlifts and hip thrusts he does in the gym pay off tremendously.

He turns around and you hear a laugh when your eyes snap back up to his grinning face.

"Like what you see, dumbass?" Katsuki smirks, closing the distance between you too.

"Oh you know I damn well do." Your hands reach around his abdomen to grab at his firm bottom.

Lavender fills the room and you sigh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

You press a quick kiss to his chest, pat his butt and separate. He strolls toward the running water, pulling the door open and entering the steaming glass shower.

Leaving the bathroom to give him some space, you begin heating up dinner for him. While that circles through the microwave, you begin flicking through all the streaming services to find something he'll enjoy.

There's a new viking-esque show that seems interesting and to his liking. You had your time to indulge in Rick & Morty while he worked, so it's only fair.

A beep travels through your ears and after pressing the pause button, you stretch your limbs out. The Tshirt and shorts your in are more than comfortable, light and relaxing.

Quickly, you pull the simmering food from the microwave. Coconut chicken, rice, and asparagus were often a fan favorite of his. The meal came to be after many searches through Pinterest foodie boards, when you'd decided to experiment one night.

Thin fingers wrap around the freezer handle and you grab a coconut popsicle as a quick treat.

You place it on the black living room table and plop onto the couch, popsicle in hand.

Katsuki trudges in wearing grey sweats, sitting beside you and snatching his plate off of the table to eat. He presses a kiss to the side of your face, thanking you.

A man on the television screams, stomping towards the other very angry man. The two begin arguing, speaking of trades.

Cool air drifts over your legs and you shiver, grabbing the throw blanket set off to the other side of the couch. You scoot closer on the soft grey couch to your boyfriend, whom is gobbling food down like a mad man.

"What's this?" He asks, looking at the television.

"Mmm I thought you might like it. There's vikings." Your pink tongue laps at the popsicle, eyes trained on the screen.

"Hell yeah, how was work today?" Katsuki asks, shoving the last asparagus spear in his mouth.

"T'was okay as always. I'm a little tired of paperwork but otherwise nothing eventful came to be. You?" Your tongue slides up the side of the cream-coloured treat to slurp up excess coconut milk.

Bakugou stands, sauntering over to the kitchen, where he places his plate in the dishwasher on instinct. He gulps down the rest of his water.

You feel the couch dip and his skin pressed against your side. A thick forearm wraps around your middle as you lean into his touch. Your eyes are still trained on the screen, licking at the popsicle without thought.

"Same, honestly. My muscles are a bit sore though." He says.

The screen now shows a bunch of women and men, chanting and lifting glasses in what appears to be a bar.

"I'll have to give you a massage tonight then." You state.

Bakugou's eyes are trained on your face, watching you lap at the popsicle in your mouth, sucking. It disappears in your mouth, white drops of flavoring and coconut milk pooling at the corners of your lips.

He feels the room begin to heat up, cock beginning to twitch in his pants. Oh, boy. You're going to be the death of him.

You turn towards him, looking up at him with big doe eyes. You pull the popsicle out of your mouth and give him a confused look. A bead of coconut milk drips from the corner of your mouth.

Katsuki feels hot. Hot and heavy. His mind is going blank, all he can think about is your innocent eyes staring into him while he watches you lick at your lips.

His mouth presses to yours with vigor, just enough pressure to startle you. His tongue swipes over the corner of your mouth to take in the liquid before he pushes it between your lips.

You kiss back softly, submitting to his movements, coconut popsicle damn near forgotten. His hand reaches to your thigh, where he digs his fingers into the flesh there.

A coat of damp sweat begins to blanket over his skin. Your mouth tastes so good, so sweet. Lips soft and pliant against his own.

He pulls back -"god"- before he dives into your mouth again. This time he pulls you into his lap, you whimper, and his cock twitches underneath his sweats.

You break away, "'suki m popsicle is melting" you mutter out. Lips now plump from being nibbled and toyed with. His fingers are pressing into your ass, having slid under your loose shorts.

Katsuki looks and sure enough, there's cream or whatever the hell is in that popsicle dripping down your fingers. There's not much of it left, though.

"Finish the rest really quick." He says, taking the stick out of your hand and pushing it into your mouth. You swallow down the rest, hand still wet and sticky with sugar and coconut milk.

He tosses the stick to the side and you can feel how hard he is pressing in between your folds. If you roll your hips, it'll push against your clit and just feel so-

Katsuki grabs your hand, thumb on your palm and the rest of his fingers wrap around your wrist. He takes your fingers into his mouth and sucks.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

It's hotter than it should be. Ruby eyes stare into yours, tongue lapping the last bits of white liquid off of of your fingers.

"You've been such a good girl." He murmurs.

The room is suddenly ten degrees hotter, your breath quickening.

His tongue is in your mouth in a flash, hands now roaming up and down your body as your own take purchase on his chest. He's so thick and firm and hot up and down.

Katsuki always smells of salted caramel and vanilla cookies. He always feels so good. You begin grinding your pussy down on his clothed cock. A moan bubbles in your throat, threatening to escape between hot and sticky kisses.

Your thumb brushes over his nipple and his cock jumps when you push down harder. Your clit feels like electricity just shot through it and traveled through your body.

Katsuki can hardly think.

Really. You're beginning to soak through your flimsy shorts and letting out muffled little whimpers when he grips a little harder in certain areas. He takes time to lick his way up and down your neck, crooning to the side to bite and suck.

That really begins to do it.

Your hips get frantic, you no longer care how loud you are. He can feel how wet you are through his sweats and his own precum is slick and dampening them.

You push down harder and jerk back.

He lets out a moan. It's rough and strained and his hands begin to guide you and keep your soaked pussy pressed against him the entire time.

"Oh fuck- god, god, god- haaahh-" You whimper.

"You're so fucking slick and needy for me princess." He murmurs between kisses.

His thick hand slides up your torso to your throat, squeezing at the sides. Your head begins to loll to the side, hair messy and lips damn near bruising now.

"Daddy I need- I need-" You start, gripping hard on his shoulders pushing harder in search of release.

His cock is so hard it fucking hurts now. A bead of precum just slid down his dick and he's watching you fall apart without his hand even near your heat.

You feel as if someone's got you strung up by a single thread, hanging in the air waiting to be released to fall into the abyss. And fuck, he's so pretty.

The back of your head stings a little and you realize with excitement he just tugged your hair at the roots. You're so fucking high on this and he knows it, too.

"Needy slut."

A hand comes down with a crash onto your right ass cheek, other keeping your hips steady. It quickly goes back to your throat where you go back to feeling heavy and like you're walking on fucking clouds.

Your hips kick forwards and you let out this wet, filthy whine. You hear him muttering expletives while your folds soak his sweatpants in slick.

The friction just feels so good.

And Katsuki knows you're starting to get close when your fingers begin to shake.

"Fuck, princess. You're so fucking good. So good. Such a needy slut for me. All mine." He half whispers half moans, hand reaching for the back of your head.

Lips crash onto yours, teeth clash, and he bites your lower lip. The sting from your hair being pulled makes you whine and grip him harder.

You're trying so hard to keep it in, not to cum. You know you shouldn't without permission.

And just like that, he makes you fall apart.

"Be a good girl and cum for me baby." He mutters, left hand still on your hips while the other travels to push into your mouth.

You coat his fingers in spit and suck as hard as you can before nodding frantically.

It hits you like a fucking wave, your head drops back, and he catches it while your thighs quake and quiver. Your entire body pulls into itself and drool begins to froth at the corner of your lips.

Sweat beads down your forehead and back, your thighs are sticky and hot and uncomfortable and you whine through it.

"Shhh.. good girl, you're doing so good." He kisses up and down your neck and face while your eyes are rolling back.

The shaking stops, and , he's whispering that he'll be right back, laying you on your chest on the couch. The sofa is all too comfortable but your pussy won't stop convulsing and clenching and everything just feels so limp and fuzzy.

"I'm back princess." Katsuki whispers, and begins helping you sit up on your knees.

The collar wraps around your throat. It's black and a small chain dangles. At the end, "Katsuki" is engraved into a small, metal oval that hangs off a ring. The back clicks together, with a little heart that requires a key to unlock it.

You whine and he chuckles.

His cock strains against his grey sweats, now dark in the center from the both of you being filthy and all over eachother.

You tilt your head back to look at him, lips glossy and eyes spacy. He gives you a quick kiss before laying you on your chest on the couch.

His fingers grip the inside of your shorts and he yanks them down, pulling them off your body and tossing them to the side.

"Fuck- babe- god you look so wet." He groans, palming his erection.

Your ass is straight up in the air, wiggling side to side as he chuckles and slaps your ass. Your fists are balled up near your head, turned to the side while you stare into space and wait.

His fingers push between your folds and coat themselves with your juices. You're so sensitive. It feels so good and he's hardly even touched you.

"Yes, fuck, you're soaking." He whispers, thrusting two fingers inside of you. He begins pumping them in and out, muttering praises and you feel his lips press against the curve of your ass.

"Daddy you're being mean!" You whimper out, pushing your hips back, frustrated.

"Don't be a needy fucking whore, princess." He grits out, placing a harsh slap against your already red ass cheek.

"Ohh- oh fuck- m sorry m sorry!" You moan, spit leaking onto the couch. Your eyes and ass both sting at the contact. Surely it's going to hurt to sit tomorrow.

"M gonna fuck these pretty thighs, gonna make a fucking mess of you." He says, and you hear him pump his cock a few times.

Katsuki's mind is fuzzy, just as high on you as you are on him. His fingers continue gathering slick, wet juices all over them before he pulls them out.

He rubs your clit in little circles for aoment to watch you clench down, overstimulated. Your hips rut forward and he watches your tongue sweep over your lips.

You're so pretty like this, he thinks, and probably says outloud. He can't help it. Your ass is a little raw from the spanking, pussy leaking down your thighs and sticking to everything. The collar has always looked so good on you, always suiting you so well. He loves watching you.

After throwing his pants to God only knows where, he pushes his cock between your thighs and lets out a slutty moan. He licks one of his fingers and then shoves them into your mouth. Chest pressed over your back as he slips between your folds.

You moan, sucking on them, cleaning them off for him like a good girl.

"Shit." He moans, cock slipping in and out of your folds as he fucks your thighs.

You're squirming under him, you can feel it pushing against your clit and sliding between your thighs over and over. It feels so good, being wanted by him. You want his thick throbbing dick to fill you to the brim.

"God, you always feel so- so fucking good."

You push your hips back and forth and he starts feeling electricity ignite across his skin like tiny fireworks.

Little "oh"s tumble from your lips while he tries to keep sanity in his line of sight. It's so hard, with your pussy coating him in such a warm, wet substance. You always taste so sweet on his tongue and he longs for that high again.

He grips your thighs, palms heating up a little, and opens them wider.

Katsuki pulls his cock from between your supple skin and palms at your ass, diving his face into you.

His tongue laps at your clit and slips inbetween the crevice of your lips. Sucking and gathering everything he can.

You moan louder, thighs spreading and closing, pussy clenching.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop-" You force out, feeling that familiar pool of heat in your belly.

He pulls away, flips you over on your back before you can complain and starts shoving his cock inside you.

It's so thick. It always is. He's slow, gentle about it. You know how much restraint he's using by his furrowed brows and rolled back eyes.

His head lolls forward, forehead touching your own. He licks his lips one, two, three times. Soft, bruised lips meet your own before you hear him.

"Such a good girl- fuck- always so good for me. One more baby, you can do it I promise." Katsuki moans out, gently rolling his hips to adjust you.

Your hands find themselves on his back, nails dragging down. His hands adjust your legs, calves thrown over his shoulders now. His chest is to yours, now fully flush and to the hilt inside you.

Your minds go blank, falling into the madness of pleasure that wraps around the both of your bodies. Lips find their way all over your face, peppering you in pecks.

And then he moves.

Head of his cock pressing against your gspot. It's too much, he's too warm. He's too good. It hurts. It feels amazing. You're fucking losing your mind.

Your hands slam to the couch, gripping the coushion and the stupid throw blanket. You feel the need to rip everything and throw it.

He's pumping into you, moaning. His voice is so pretty.

Katsuki is so goddamn pretty. He's so fucking pretty. All muscle and smooth skin and and-

Fuck.

"Oh God, take it, take it, takeittakeittakeit. Goddamn whore, princess, such a good girl." He spits, no longer thinking. His voice pitch is getting higher.

Thrusts becoming more frantic, you take this as your chance to be bad. Even if it does feel better than anything you've ever felt.

You reach, wrapping your hand around his throat, squeezing gently. His hips stutter in response.

"My turn." You moan out.

Somehow, you manage to get the upper hand. He puts up a mild struggle, but you get your legs around his middle, flipping the both of you over as you start bouncing on his cock.

He's searching for something to grab onto now. One hand wraps around his throat, rhythmically clutching and releasing grasp. Just enought o keep him fucked out and off in a daze.

"Oh- hhmnnn fuck baby-"

You giggle a little inside, his thick member pushing against every sweet spot you have. Loud squelching, filthy noises fill the room with clapping.

One of your hands runs up his abs and to his chest. Nimble fingers reach for a nipple and begins rubbing in circles and pulling lightly.

He gasps, eyes flying shut as his head hits the grey fabric. Hips bucking up into yours. You notice his hands shaking.

"You're such a naughty boy for me. You like being choked huh" You murmur in his ear, slowing down into a nice gentle grind.

Katsuki nods frantically, spitting something jumbled that sounds like "I'll be good". He's chewing on his bottom lip, making light whimper and desperate gasps while you continue to toy with his nipples.

"Princess- fucking brat- m gonna cum." He groans out.

You speed up, bouncing and pinching harder. Shoving a thumb into his mouth for him to lick and suck on is his undoing.

White thick cum spills inside you and fills you to the tippy top as he moans out curse words and praises. It spills out of you, forming a frothy ring at the base of his cock and you whine and hump your cunt on him.

"Oh fuck- yes- fill me daddy. Fuck, oh fuck-"

You're on your back. It happens before you can blink.

His cock is still throbbing, cum making everything louder. It leaks from your pussy to your asshole as he starts pounding into you.

A firm hand comes down onto your ass, slap ringing through the living room.

"You fucking whore." He grits, free hand going to rub rough circles on your clit. He speeds up, quickening his pace, angling his hips up.

The collar is jingling with every bounce of your tits. Every thrust he makes brings a grasp or moan from your lips.

The world stops momentarily.

Your pussy wraps around him so tightly it almost hurts. Your body is wrapped into a cocoon of blank space. Almost as if you are a blank piece of paper.

When you come back to planet earth, he's already pulled out of you. Peppering light kisses up and down your body.

You feel his arms up under you and suddenly you're limp and off the couch.

"Shhh, it's okay baby."

You mumble something and hear him chuckle. Your back is slowly placed onto the sheets of your bed.

The bed dips and you look over, starting to come back to your senses. Bakugou is in a new pair of sweats, laying directly beside you and watching you.

His hand smooths over your your tummy and you roll, curling into his chest. He presses a kiss on top of your head.

"Miss you-" you murmur, pressing your face into his chest further, arm wrapped around his waist.

"I'm right here, dumbass. Do you want to take a bath with me or just sleep?" He whispers against the top of your head, fingers rubbing circles into your back.

"Neither. Cuddles."

You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs.

"Okay baby. You know how much I love you, right? You know I don't think of you as a whore or a slut. You're so pretty. I love you." He murmurs, gently working your muscles.

"Mhmmm! I love you too bunny." You mumble, pressing your fingers into him to dig knots out aswell.

Your hand travels to his ass cheek, where you give it a firm squeeze.

"God I love your butt! It's so nice and soft and firm."

His fingers dig into you a little harder, but he relaxes into your touch regardless.

"Oh I know you do princess, I know you do. Are you doing okay? Would you like some water?"

You shake your head no but thank him for his thoughtfulness. Instead, you roll over and grab the tv remote. He's already turned the TV in the other room off, thank fuck.

"Baby, you need to go pee. You're going to get a UTI otherwise." He says, brow raised.

You huff but do as told. When you come back, there's water beside the bed regardless and you notice a bottle of lotion on his nightstand.

You flop back onto the bed beside him, having found a large shirt of his to get comfortable in.

"Wanna watch anime?" You bring the doe eyes out again, pouting. Your hair sticks up in all kinds of ways that will be hell to get unknotted in the morning.

He has tomorrow off, so you know he'll help in the shower. Part of you giggles at the red and blue splotches all over him from kisses and sex.

"Of fucking course, soft shit or do you wanna watch horror?" He asks, turning towards the screen.

You pick horror, for whatever reason, knowing you'll get to make him watch SpongeBob with you afterwards. The screen comes to life and you curl into his side.

Through the night, you take turns massaging eachother up and down. Talking about clothing you want to buy, house decor, among other things.

You make him watch cartoons after the horror anime. Everything about him screams happiness at the end of the night. Relaxed face, soft features and even breathing.

#hoooo boi this was a fucking DOOZY #pt 2 maybe?? #maybe #oo #yea #prolly #bakugou smut #selfship #bakugou x you #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #18+ mdni #switch!bakugou #switch!reader #aftercare #sunnywrites #bakugou thirst #tw #read the tags damnit

[myballsyourballs]

secret admirer? pt. 3

bakugo, midoriya, todoroki (seperate) x m! reader

genre: fluffy headcanons

warnings: swearing but there's swearing in all my fics man idk

notes: im back

masterlist | request | part one | part two

bakugo !

the grand reveal

this guy seriously likes to make everything a competition

todoroki wanted to confess first? oh fuck no. he’s going first without a doubt.

he acknowledges the fact that you could reject him, but he’s determined to try.

by “try” it’s like

“i'm your secret admirer. the better one. go out with me.”

he’s… eerily calm…

but very commanding???

anyway

you say you like him too

would stand there processing for a bit

he's just letting it sink in

and then

he would grin so mf smugly

literal definition of a shit-eating grin

then, "sunday?"

"sure"

"great. 2pm. i'll send you the address."

he takes you on a hike with a bunch of food that he cooked in his backpack

it’s like a picnic

with the most incredible view ever

afterward

who needs gifts when you get to see his pretty face

kidding

he still gives you gifts

regularly

if not even more regularly than before

and they’re even more incredible

you’ll get fine dining in a bento box if you’re with bakugo

this guy doesn’t do ‘mediocre’

it’s either go beyond or it’s nothing

would spoil you rotten

(but would deny it vehemently to anyone that asked)

only the best for the best, right??

midoriya !

the grand reveal

he blurts it out.

accidentally too.

he is not subtle

couldn’t be further from subtle

he would nearly try to retract it

but then he looks at your face and he just

“yeah….”

would stand there awkwardly until you reply

you say you like him too

bro is flabbergasted

“wh— really!?”

“yeah really”

“holy crap!!!!!!!!!!!”

will literally start glowing

cover your eyes because god damn his smile is beaming

he’ll ask you out if you don’t do it first

albeit he’ll do it very……………..uhhh

if he asks you out, he’s a mess basically

completely forgot what he was gonna say

it’s just so awesome that you like him back

will mentally fist-bump the fact that you like him and not todoroki or bakugou

afterward

continues to give you gifts (though less regularly given that he gifts you with his wonderful face)

loves to spend quality time with you

who needs gifts when you can talk

(although, he will put extra extra effort into the hero notebooks he writes for you)

todoroki !

the grand reveal

he's a tad inexperienced

buys you flowers (he saw it on wikihow)

holds them out awkwardly and says

"i'm your secret admirer... would you like to go on a date with me?"

if he's embarrassed the most he'll show is averting his eyes

maybe he'll blush a bit

(the flowers he got you are red roses)

(he's a little basic, forgive him)

you say you like him too

his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, and he smiles a little

"friday?"

takes you out to a super fancy restaurant

afterward

instead of increasing the quantity of his gifts, he increases the quantity of time he spends with you

he'll try and find gifts that are really meaningful to you.

sometimes he'll make little ice sculptures - not anything professional or amazing, but its the thought that counts

also, he's pretty touchy

mans is touch-starved fr

always holding your hand under the table at lunch

he's also a tad bit possessive

only subtly, and in the healthy way (not in the 'everyone who touches you should die' kind of way)

whenever someone gets too flirty or too touchy or whatever he'll somehow create a master plan so that he can sit/stand between you and them

likes it very much when you wear anything he gave you

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[andypantsx3]

i want to write obnoxiously flirty, aggressively handsy bakugou again like he was in cover shot and i'm channeling it all into the outline of this bakugou x older reader fic

[brxttydevil]

Anything for you TeddyBear

Pairings: Sugar Daddy! Katsuki Bakugou x Sugar Baby! Reader

Summary: Bakugou is the CEO of a vast company that he can spoil his lover any way they want. He can fire anyone that messes with his lover.

Warnings: sexual harassment after that pure fluff

You were walking down to the building that is owned by your sugar daddy. Some of the women in the place wanted to date him even you. But due to the settled contract, you two cannot date each other. Every contract gets broken one way or another.

When you walked inside you were met by Felicity, his secretary, she is always annoyed by everyone. She was busy on her phone when you got closer to her.

"What do you want?" She didn't bother looking up from her phone. She just turned around to face where your voice was coming from.

"I am here to see Katsuki."

"Let me see if he is asking for visitors." She finally got off her phone grabbed the telephone, and dialed his number. She waited for a few seconds until she got a hold of him. "Hello, Mr.Bakugou."

"What do you want?"

"Someone wanted to talk to you."

"Bring them up here."

"Okay." She motioned towards you to the elevator. "Go up the elevator and press the five on the thing. His office is at the end of the hallway."

"I know." You walked towards the elevator and pressed five.

When you made it up to the floor you walked out. Some of his workers stared at you. Others were too busy to even notice you. Before you were able to reach the door of his office, a man stopped in front of you.

"What a beauty like you doing up here?" He got closer to you. You stepped back a little.

"I am here to see Kat and if you excuse me." You were going to punch him but held yourself back.

He let you go but he slapped your ass when you passed him. When you turned back you saw him have a sly smirk on his face. Before you were able to say something you heard a familiar voice.

"Now what the hell were you doing?!" Katsuki put you behind him as he went closer to the man.

"Nothing boss." His voice quickly changed from his flirty tone to a scared child.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me. I know what the fuck you did to my baby." Katsuki was angrier than he usually is. "If you ever want to be able to have a job you better get out of my fucking building. I want you gone from any workplace. I wonder what your wife would think if she heard her husband is harrasing other women. You lucky I could get filed with an assault otherwise you would be in the hospital by now."

The man was really scared but immediately went to his desk and packed everything before Katsuki can do anything to him. Kat sighed before going back to you. "Are you okay?" You was still in shocked of what happened that you just nodded your head. He took you inside of his office and shut the door behind him.

He had you on his lap while he rubbed your back. He gave you a few kisses here and there. He wanted to comfort you any way he can. So he went on your favorite shop and let you buy anything to get your mind off what happened. He wasn't going to let the guy go scot free. He had something else planned.

You picked out a few outfits that you really loved and let him pay for all of the them. He didn’t care he loved spoiling his sugar baby. But something else you wanted. To actually be with him. You know he doesn’t got any other sugar babies other than you.

“You want to try those on for me when we get them?” He smirked and rubbed your inner thigh.

“Yes sir.” You already felt your wetness pooling on his pants.

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[serxeinxx]

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 [8]

↻—Bakugou x fem! reader [pro-hero AU]

↻—tw: mention of abortion, violent words, suicide, anxiety, angst, little fluff, a SOFTIE BAKUGOU

↻—summary: leaving you and your son, bakugou must find a way redeeming the both of you despite he’s 15 years late.

↻—wc: 2.74k

↻—:: series m.list

↻—disclaimer!

All the characters and events depicted are fictitious. Any resemblance to a person living or dead is purely coincidental.

↻— navi :: m.list :: join the taglist!

— heheheh enjoy the drama <333  wow this is super late omg HAHHAH my bad,,  we r so close to the end omg im so excited on how this will turn out!! + have a nice day/noon/afternoon/night!! ♡♡

Kirishima was worried.

He looked at his friend who was covering his face and kept screaming at it. He remembered seeing bakugou on his doorstep and crashed at night, scowling even more than he used to. He definitely knows what’s up. He shut his mouth silently for about 2 hours then decided to ask him. After the dinner he made, he inquired. “Bakugou, you okay?”

Bakugou sighed deeply at his friend’s question, “I fucked up.”

From bakugou’s voice, it got him worried even more, “W-what do you mean you fucked up? Did something happen?” he asked. He sat down on the couch in front of him and waited for his answer.

“Remember mika ori?” he nodded.

“She came to me when I was on my way to y/n’s shop,” he paused, “she then insisted on meeting her, clearly she’s fucking up my plan.”

“Dude..”

Bakugou perked up to see kisihima’s face in a worried state, “she is your ex right? The ‘mika ori’?”

“You know damn well she is.”

Kirishima cursed under his breath. He is aware of Bakugou's plan until the end. Afterall, he's the one of the persons who Bakugou trusts. But the plan didn’t go as planned because a major factor intervened, and it was mika ori.

“So what’s the plan now?”

Bakugou thought he was already at 70% on completing his plan and came back from square one. How will he talk to you again? He clearly saw your face earlier, your eyes widened  when you saw Mika patted him. He knows that you know his likes and dislikes. Plus, Mitsuya gave his full trust to him, he can’t let him down this time again. He clearly missed a decade and five, he can’t let this minor intervention be the result of his downfall. Not on his watch.

Yaoyorozu was worried.

She thought that this is too much for you to handle but you shushed her.

She looked at you going back and forth in your living room, rambling, and cursing out while she was sitting down and sweatdropped at your situation. The night happened when that woman called bakugou "katsuki" really gets on your nerves.

Bakugou leaned on the couch and sighed even more, “we need to get her outta the plan and i’ll try to talk to y/n once more.

"I've been through shit and this little incident?! Oh my god, that's not like me!" You ranted, "redeeming himself to me and mitsuya— more like it's all mitsuya! Why would he say that when he has someone else?! Because he's the number 2 hero?! The audacity—"

"y/n—"

"So doing those flirty shenanigans was just a game?! Those 'sorry' 'i will make it up for you' crap?"

"Can you just please—"

"How bold of that woman to look at me as if i'm a nobody? She'll be kneeling at me when I slap her perfect porcelain skin with my calloused hands! I'm literally gonna get violent-"

"Y/N!"

you stopped pacing back and forth in front of your friend. Realizing the words you have just said, "sorry-"

Yaoyorozu gestured for you to sit next to her and opened her hands, welcoming you in her embrace. " I know this whole situation shook you up, but u think you should take a break from coming to the shop and avoid all the bad things that are affecting you." You breathe out slowly, “I think I should, but who’s gonna manage the shop?”

“There’s a manager for a reason y/n,” she advised. Yaoyorozu convincing you to take a break was a struggle for her, even in the past, she would be needing shinsou’s quirk to make you fall asleep on overworking yourself. She turned her position to you, she wondered. Why would you really react to the little meeting of the woman she didn't also know?

“y/n, listen to me,” you turned your head in her direction, “hm?”, you hummed in response, “based on my thoughts, the way you reacted was like- i mean, i think you still have an ounce of feelings for bakugou?”

You scoffed, “ha? Why would i? He’s been pestering me ever since! Why would I have an ounce of feelings for him?”

“You’re in denial, y/n. Come on, tell me. Do you really want him back?”

You pondered and tried to recollect the things that have happened to you. First, In the cemetery, second, the incident mitsuya had, then, the consecutive visits of him to your shop. Yes, you forgave him in a sense that It was only for Mitsuya's sake. But that one night, he kissed you cheek that caught you guard down.

“Don’t go thinking that I'll just redeem myself on our kid. I like winning at everything. And i will make you mine.”

That’s right. You started believing in him, hoping that it could change everything. But it really did change when the woman beside him, holding his arm and casually patting it, called him by his given name.

“Is it selfish?”

You said in a low voice, that yaoyorozu couldn’t hear it correctly, “can you repeat that again?” she asked.

“Is it selfish? Of me catching feelings for him, I mean,” There are times you can take things so well that people will eventually say that you are strong. But sometimes, even the strongest person has its weak moments too. Just like you, starting to cry. Yaoyorozu instinctively hugged you. In many years, she has seen, talked, and got to spend time with you, she’ll make it up to you and be more supportive than ever.

“Shh.. there’s nothing wrong on that,”

You broke the hug and she used her quir to make a handkerchief and gave it to you, “thanks, yaomomo… i would’ve bawled my eyes out without you.” you softly wipe your eyes on the handkerchief. You’ve calmed down a bit and took a moment of silence to think.

“y/n… can i ask something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“What’s the name of the woman?”

“You better not pull out a sniper on her, you'll ruin your career.”, she chuckled at your immediate answer. She laughed and shook her head, “no, no, i’m just curious, who knows i already know her.” she replied. “Hmm… I think she goes by the name Mika Ori.” you answered.

Her eyes widened and looked at you with a surprised face.

“What’s with that look?”

“The woman you met was Mika Ori? Are you kidding me?!”

“Uh.. yes, do you… know her?”

She stood up from her seat, this time, she was the one whow a spacing back and forth’ “s-she’s… a bitch!”

You chuckled amusingly, “I'm surprised you could say such vulgar words from your royal mouth.” you commented.

“That woman was Bakugou's ex!”

Oh.

“Really? They’re getting back together aren’t they?”

Yaoyoyorozo shook her head. “No, Bakugou broke up with her, after just 4 months in a relationship. But she’s so madly in love with him! Even midoriya-san was worried.”

“That’s creepy.”

“It is!”

You rested your head on the sofa and sighed loudly, “this is a drag, i don’t know what to do with it anymore. I’m serious about that. I have a lot in my plates. Mitsuya, myself, the shop, and mom.”

The topic you spoke made yaoyorozu’s head turn on you. “Wait, I haven't seen aunty l/n. Did she go on a vacation or something?” she asked. You cracked a smile at her question, “heh, no, she died.”

Yaoyorozu instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, “w-when?” you replied, “9 years ago. It was kind of surprising at some point, I didn't notice she was feeling that way. I feel accountable for her death. The day I got pregnant, I gave birth, the expenses, I feel I've been burdening her. But later on, when I was fixing her old stuff, I found a couple of envelopes filled with money and on the back of it, it had my name and Mitsuya on separate envelopes. She has been planning that all along. Probably waited for Mitsuya to grow older and lessen the trauma, but she was wrong.

The money I used to build the shop was her money, in honor of her. She’s one heck of a mother. If she was alive, I would've spoiled her rotten with the things she had done to me.”

The talk became more and more sad as Yaoyorozu cried even more than you. It was the first time she heard about this after all. To her, she was a second guardian to her. It was getting late, you would have convinced mitsuya to go straight to his bedroom if he ever saw you cry  but to your luck, he way switch hisfirends having a sleepover. You guided Yaoyorozu to the door and bid her a goodbye, “see you tomorrow yaomomo, you should probably take a rest now, you have a patrol tomorrow,” you bid  goodbye. Then she replied, “yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow too, and by the way, meet me at my building at 9:00 in the morning okay?”

“Sure I will.”

“Great, I must be going now, bye y/n!”

You made a small wave, “bye,” then yaoyorozu left. You slowly closed the door, not wanting your neighbors to get disturbed, you went to the kitchen and drank some water. After that, you turned off every light in the house and went straight ahead in your room. You plopped yourself onto the bed, making you feel more satisfied.

The next day was terrible, for bakugou of course. He was currently sitting down once again on a meeting with his other colleagues. Yaoyorozu herself was the one presenting to everyone the plan along with hero commissions. Bakugou's mind was somewhere else, in a country he has to save, he has one thing that he must save. It was hard, for him of course. How could you expect that you almost got what you wanted for a long time just slowly leaving away in your grasp? He didn't like the idea. Once he has a set goal in his mind, he doesn't give up on it.

He pulled out his phone and opened it, to see a notification sent 4 minutes ago.

"dynamight?"

unknown number

How could you block my number katsuki!

He moved his head upwards, "are you still with us?" yaoyorozu inquired.

"I am. Just continue," he replied.

He scrunched his eyebrows as he read the message. 'Fuck you for ruining my plan,' he thought.

Great.

Now he was in the frontline for the operation.

Yaoyorozu made a look at kirishima. Mentally asked him what was happening to bakugou. He shook his head and with his mouth forming a thin line, something's wrong. After the meeting, Bakugou was the first to get out of the room, following Kirishima behind him.

Yaoyorozu also followed them. She herself doesn't want to judge unless she knows both parties well. Irrational thinking is not her thing, she is a woman of knowledge and rationality after all. She didn't even think twice about going to bakugou. As an important person like you, she has to do something.

The two looked at her. "Bakugou-san, i intend to disturb you this time around but i have to ask you something," she paused, "what will you do if y/n won't accept you this time?

I don't want her to be down with all the pain she had. I know I had the nerve to say this after fifteen years without talking to her. But I truly care for her,"

Bakugou looked down on his shoes and raised his head up, "if she won't then I have no choice for that, she's her own self to choose, it was my fault from all of those past years," answered. Yaoyorozu hummed in response, "thanks for telling me your side, it's up to you whether to talk to her or not, just don't be the cause of her pain this time," she said lastly and left.

She looked at the time on her phone. With her eyes widening, she rushed out from the office and left the building.

Since recess wasn’t that long, the bell rang and everyone came back inside of their respective classrooms. A clapping sound can be heard in the front, “alright everyone, since we're already finished our finals, the hero department has their internships, now, our department has prepared also some of our own internships.

“It’s unusual,” Mitsuya mumbled in the school's corridor. It was around recess when he was standing there for a minute or three. He felt this unsettling feeling that he feels crawling on his skin. He couldn’t get the idea of it, instead, he just went back to the classroom and probably slept on his desk.

Akagi on the side immediately stood up and rushed on Yuno and Mitsuya, ”so, what are you gonna fill up as?” he inquired. Yuno placed his hand on his chin, trying to think what to choose. “Hmm, it’s kind of difficult to choose,” he turned his head onto Mitsuya and asked, “What are you gonna fill the form as?”

All of you are assigned in different locations in group of 4, in different locations in japan, you must fill out these forms, we will be dividing you 4 based on the similarities of your forms that you will be filling it up,” the teacher gave the forms in the front and passed it on the back, “the payments are all free, all we need is your parent’s consents to finalize the process. And remember, this limited internship will serve as your midterms in your 2nd semester, we won’t be using written works in the meantime since we will be looking at your real-life performances. Good luck to all of you, don’t worry, a lot of these things will happen in your future years during highschool, so go all out on your wants .”

Without any questions, he wrote down something, the two looked closer to see what he just wrote on his form.

Photography.

“Eh?! Really? That’s so unlike you—”

A vein popped out from his forehead, “it’s none of your business glasses,” he growled.

The trio passed their papers and waited for their teachers, and mostly everyone in the class passed their forms, “the parents' consent form will be given after school but first, we will be giving you guys some groups based on your filled out forms, If one of you won’t get to be allowed to go, we can make a few adjustments. The trio literally sticked to one another, not that he was complaining but he is rather relieved to begin with, who knows if he gets paired to the other kids in the room, it will hopefully happen something drastic. Everyone knows that he was the son of the country’s number two hero, Dynamight, after the annual sports festival.

The last member was unexpected, It was a girl. The girl looked at the trio who was also looking at her, immediately her face turned red and covered her face with her hands, “don’t look at me at the same time, i got tense up pretty badly,” she lowly said enough for the trio to look away.

“Our bad,” they synced.

When he was on his way home, he happened to be waiting in his dad’s office, he was leaning on the wall beside his door, and waited.

Without any hesitation, mistuya opened the door to see his dad, sitting on the chair with loads of papers stacked on top of each other. “Sucks to be you I guess,” he commented.

A lump on his throat when heard his son’s voice, he shifted his eyes on him while Mitsuya was just wandering in his office. The atmosphere was so thick that both of them almost choked on it. Mitsuya first broke the silence, “how was your plan going?” he asked.

“It’s been good, just couple of talking will suffice enough”

Mitsuya paused and looked at bakugou who was intently looking at the paper, he shifted his eyes back on his tracks and gave a reply, “that’s good i guess, and i think i have to go,” he turned and went to the door,”see you old man”,then he left the office room. Bakugou sighed loudly as he turned his seat on the huge glass panel he had behind him that shows the entire Musutafu City.

“The hell I'm gonna do,” he mumbled.

end of pt.8

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[little-lisa-i]

Pairing: Bakugou x F! Dancer reader

A/N: aged up to like 20+, overprotective bakugou, hip-hop dancer reader because there is not enough of those here. Also, sfw it's just bakubay being a flirty fuck

Bakugou is obviously a big buff person, so his training pants are just bigger than hers. She loved wearing them, she'd wear them everywhere. Around their shared home, shopping, even dance. Especially dance, acually. One day, she saw a dance challenge and decided to try it. (The Big boh by Sza trend that went around) It took her a few minutes to learn it, but when she did, the first thing she did was turn on the camera. Just as she began, Bakugou walked in the door. She could see or hear because of the headphones she had on. Bakugou didn't say anything. He'd never admit it, but he always said that it was cute and a little hot when she danced. "Don't upload that," he growled when she finished. He slouched on the couch. He was still in his hero costume, but his gauntlets and gloves were off. "Whhyyy," she whined. "Because you are mine. Which means that... is too, " he said, looking her up and down. "Sound to me like you're jealous," she pouted, walking towards him. "These are also mine," he said, tugging at the sweatpants she wore. "They help me dance," she defended. Finally, he tugged hard enough for her to fall into his lap, earning a giggle from her and a smirk from him. "Dumbass," he snickered, leaning in to kiss her. He still smelled like smoke, musk, and dirt. Her fingers twirled in his hair. "Take out?" She asked, pulling away from him. He groaned, tilting his head back. His hands fell comfortably on her hips, and her hands rested on his shoulders. "Yeah, I didn't want to cook tonight anyway," he said, yawning. She got her phone while he made his way to their shared bedroom. He laid quietly on his back till she came in and crawled on top of him. "Love ya," she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, they both fell asleep.

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[willowser]

i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.

yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.

a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.

and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.

and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.

it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.

the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?

you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.

sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.

bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.

insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?

#i just literally cannot stop thinking about him wanting to get touchy and not knowing what to say #like i love confident sex-savvy bakugou just as much as the next guy #but sHY BAKUGOU???? HELLO???? #would jump from an airplane in the middle of a winter snowstorm in nothing but his tac pants #but doesnt know how to get your direct attention so he can kiss you #say something flirty to him and he just clams up #maybe even says something bold to try and fluster you but you have such a quick response that he just starts sweating #regrets even trying #hard as a rock #andhrjwjdvwkqjve a lmaooooo this cracks me up #is it shitty of me to tag this #bakugou x reader #he he he #bakugou drabble #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

[cielcius]

ok let’s talk about taxi driver!bakugou

not the best looking at it but lemme set the scene

it’s a big city, something of new york or the like, and with an up-and-coming medical career, you’re just hoping to make it to friday after long hours of running through the halls of the hospital.

you’ve just finished moving into your new apartment. being a travel nurse is hard but it’s worth it if you get to see the world in your free time, though your boss might just reprimand you for the privilege as you throw on your coat hastily before shoving on your shoes, barely looking back to make sure you’ve locked the door behind you before running down to the busy sidewalk where people just like you rush to get to work.

‘if only it were walking distance.’ you raise your arm, waving your fingers just a tinkle to hail a cab before getting in the backseat. “york new city hospital please.” right after the words fall from your mouth, you immediately notice the strong scent of cigarette smoke, looking to the driver’s seat where a blond man sits with an arm slung across the back of the connected front seats.

lo and behold, a cigarette hangs from his mouth, occasional puffs of smoke blowing past his lips but directed towards the window so as to not envelope the entire car with the intoxicating odor. “yeah? ya new around ‘ere?”

“can you tell?” you take a peek at your reflection in the dark screen of your phone, entranced in tweaking the placement of your hair before the driver’s voice brings you back. “painfully.” with that, he sneaks a glance back at you and you’re too shocked to respond with anything else because, wow, that’s one hell of a taxi driver.

you swear that his smirk imprints itself in your mind, even with the split second in which the two of you had made eye contact, you swear he was almost teasing you then. when he turns to focus his attention back on the road, you take the chance to let your eyes wander.

the small stubble that litters his chin, the way his newsboy cap flattens his hair, the button-up that’s been altered to fit him casually with the sleeves rolled up and a button or two undone from the collar down. looking to where his hands grip the wheel, you can see the scars that dance across his knuckles to which you have a hard time figuring out as to why they’re there in the first place.

“ya wan’ a picture? it’ll last ya longer.” you’ve been staring for too long. “sorry! I didn’t mean to stare.” it’s more of the fact that you couldn’t help but stare. “not sayin’ I mind, but your stop’s around the corner. might wanna get out here if ya don’t wanna be any later.”

looking at the time, you realize that he’s right, you’ve only got ten minutes to clock in and that’s including the time you need to change into uniform. “ah, how much do I owe you?” you go to fiddle with your bag in order to get your wallet out but the man stops you.

“how ‘bout the time you get outta here? I'll pick ya up and we’ll settle it then.” he winks at you with a slight chuckle, putting out his cigarette before turning to face you more. “otherwise, it’ll be fifteen.” you pause, thinking whether or not you should take the chance, but he was the one offering to see you again, wasn’t he?

“six sharp. don’t be late.” you stay long enough to see a smirk pull at his lips, letting yourself bury your face in your hands once you’ve surely walked out of sight.

#don’t mind me trying to establish the fact that bakugou has a new york accent :’) #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #tea stained letters 🍵 #vi’s scribbles #he kinda flirty or whateva 🙄