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gallickingun · 4 years
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My Hero Academia Original Character Aesthetic Series (1/∞) ⤦
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* KOGE NAEGI *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ Read about Koge here!
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rhomsfanfic · 4 years
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In honor of my best friend @cutesuki--bakugou for her birthday + belated Christmas present! I had this idea that since YOU don’t particularly like conflict stuff between the two, and I have this song fitting here, I might portrait some of their hurts and comforts! (I am sorry for any timeline wrong-doing and for probably using Koge badly uffffffffffffff, I trieeeeed!! I even held off reading your Samurai AU because I reread so many Koge fictions to hopefully get her right a little bit welp >-<)
I just hope you enjoy it a little bit! Thank you for being my best friend and I hope your birthday goes great for you! I love you ♥
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Songfic (Easy - Camila Cabello) Characters: Bakugou Katsuki/Naegi Koge (OC)
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You tell me that I'm complicated And that might be an understatement Anything else?
"Ah, fuck! Why is this so complicated!!"
Frustrated, Katsuki threw the instruction to building the shelf into the corner of the room, brushing his hands through all the nails and tools he had at his disposal. If it wasn't for him trying his best to stay calm and not break any of the materials, he probably would have blown up the useless paper alongside the damn shelf. "Are you okay?" Koge asked, sticking her head out from around the corner to her new kitchen. He gave her a frustrated groan, and she followed the previous noise to see the paper sticking in the corner where she had planned to put her new houseplant once it arrived.
"I am fine! It's just that dang shelf you chose! It's such garbage!"
Letting out a dejected sigh, Koge went to pick up the instructions, bringing them back to her boyfriend, who was fiddling with the arranging of the boards. "You'll need it, though. Otherwise, it might not hold-"
"I know what I am doing!" he interrupted her, and Koge rolled her eyes behind his back, finding that to be quite a standard sentence in his mindset despite not knowing everything at all. By now, he didn't surprise her anymore but also didn't convince her that he knew what he was doing when really, he wasn't, letting his emotions get the better of him. "Katsuki, are you mad because it's a tricky shelf or because it's my shelf in my home?" 
For a moment, his hands stopped, Koge knowing she had hit a sore spot with him. The next time he spoke, it was quieter, barely audible even. With his back turned, she wasn't able to see his pout, but she could hear it in his voice, making her chuckle. "No, it's just a really stupid shelf, and you chose the most complicated set anyway! Those instructions make no sense at all, stupid wood thing…"
Sitting down next to him on the floor, Koge looked through the instruction, humming lightly as she leaned against him. "You're using the wrong connector, Katsuki," she pointed out, eyes sliding over to meet his. "What? Ah, fuck, Koge! Stop leaning against me! What else am I supposed to use?!"
"This one," handing him the right piece to connect the boards, he turned it over a few times in his hand, examining it. Eventually, he replaced the prior used part for the right one, the shelf-pieces sliding into each other without a problem. "See," she pointed out, and he just grumbled in frustration. Chuckling, Koge got up again, ready to go back to the kitchen to continue sorting the utensils into their spots. But not without planting a big kiss on his cheek and brushing through his hair. "Thanks for helping me, Katsuki. You're doing me a big favor."
The softest of red splaying onto his cheeks as he kept working, keeping his eyes forward. Still, it was to no avail as it spread to his ears, clearly showing he appreciated the tiny bit of flattering from her. "Whatever, stop buying this kind of crap… You'd do me a favor with not being so picky and complicated with what you want for your apartment. And stop telling me what to do!"
Leaving him alone, Koge didn't know if she should say more, not wanting another outbreak over the 'moving out alone' argument. Obviously, it was still eating away at him, even if he had taken it with pride by now. Maybe she really was being picky, but anyone would want their first home to be pretty and welcome for oneself, right? Still, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to it. Wonder if she really was such a complicated person, after all, this move getting to the heads of both of them.
You tell me that I'm indecisive Fickle, but I try to hide it Anything else?
"Now it's 'Move in with me' and later it will be 'You can move in when you are done with school'. Why can you never fucking decide, Utsuro?!"
Sitting on the stepladder that led up to the curtain rod, Koge rubbed her temples, feeling the incoming headache. Katsuki was marching back and forth in the living room, placing things from left to right and back to front without a plan. She didn't want to have that discussion again, but it was something that always came up in the last few days of her moving. So no matter how little she wanted to say the same things over and over, Koge knew she had think about how he felt after all. "The tissues belong on the coffee table-"
"Who cares where the damn tissues go?!" he complained, throwing them back towards the couch.
"I said what I said because UA keeps you safe! You can't just move out and move in here! That's not how the dorms work, and you know that." Even for someone being as calm as Koge was, the argument was a hot-headed one, her voice rising slightly in volume too which only seemed to set him off more. "It's always like this! It's never just easy with you, everything you do must be so freaking cryptic and then suddenly spontaneous."
"Katsuki," Koge whined softly, holding her head. "You're just arguing around the topic, just say you are bothered by me moving out on my own."
"Yeah, so what?! I freaking hate that you pulled that, Utsuro, it freaking sucks! And now you go back and forth on letting me in on your 'new life' and then pushing me out again!" 
Surprisingly, he took a sudden deep sigh, tension falling from his shoulders. Koge cocked her head curiously as he finally faced her, arms crossing in front of his chest. Pointing a finger upwards jerkily, he opened his mouth but closed it right away as the words didn't come to him. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to work through his thoughts. 
Getting up from her seat, Koge walked over to him, hugging him as best as she could with his arm still between them, listening to him complain about the affection, despite his free arm snaking around her torso, keeping her close. 
"I know what I said confused you, Katuski... I'm sorry I am just as confused about all of this too! I want you here with me, but at the same time, we need to be adults now... This is all new for me, too!"
"Just..." she huffed, giving up and pull her into a real hug while letting out his breath and the tension with it. Putting his head on top of hers, he mumbled, "Stop hugging me and make up your mind, Woman."
"Never," she swore him, smiling lightly as he opened up his hold to her, giving her a moment to breathe out too.
You tell me that I overthink 'Til I ruin a good thing Anything else?
"Stop twisting my words now! You're just overthinking them!"
Thoughtfully, Koge took another spoon from the cup of ice cream, holding it out to Katsuki, who had laid down on the bedroom floor. Arms behind his head, he only so much leaned upwards to snap for the spoon she held out to him, grumbling as he bit off the dessert. "Don't destroy my cutlery yet, Katsuki," she pointed out calmly, make him roll his eyes.
"I just want to make sure if you know I won't cut you out of my life just because I moved. It's not a hard question."
But he just averted his eyes from her, making Koge sigh as she leaned back against the bedframe. "You're so stubborn. Sometimes I wonder if you overthink things too much instead of me."
You tell me that you'd rather fight Than spend a single peaceful night With somebody else
"You don't… actually have to stay over if you don't want to…" Koge mumbled, back turned towards him, as did he. "Shut up and try to sleep," was his simple reply, and she almost had to smirk from that. 
Wiping away the tears washing over her eyes, Koge sniffled, sitting up and turning around. Unsuccessful, she tried to reach for some tissues on the nightstand behind Katsuki's body, her arm just a little bit too short. Sighing, he suddenly sat up, fetching the box and holding it over to her. "What will the teacher say if you're not back on time tomorrow?" she mumbled before cleaning her nose thoroughly. 
"I don't care, just go to sleep, Utsuro."
He watched her through the dim light in the room until she was finished blowing her nose, keeping eye contact with him. One one hand, she wanted to send him home, scold him for even considering staying out of the dorms after having tried to make it clear to him how important it was throughout the day. But then… she was just glad he was still here.
The truth was, Koge was scared endlessly being alone in her new home. It wasn't lived in yet, it was just strange, like being in an apartment, you rented for a weekend. People had told her that it would be odd at first, but no one told her that when the time came for her to be alone, she'd become scared and lonely so fast.
Throwing away the tissue, she tucked herself in, pulling her blanket under her chin, while he fumbled to secure it behind her. Eventually, Katsuki finally settled down again, too, simply sinking into the mattress next to her. "Why do you stay? After all the arguing… throwing things around… getting frustrated…" Koge asked quietly, the room being awfully silent when none of them talked. Her mind wasn't ready to sleep at all, still cold and uncomfortable in the new apartment. 
"Just fucking sleep!" he groaned, pressing a pillow over his head and cutting her out from his senses. But it was nothing Koge wasn't used to. Their sleepovers always had long talks into the night, why should this one be different? "Say, Katsuki… Wouldn't it be easier to just… leave?" Really, she couldn't believe her own words, but after the events of that day, it was a question not unthinkable. Yes, she was complicated. Yes, she was indecisive and fickle. Yes, Koge took all his words to heart and wrenched them through her brain until she knew what was going on. Especially since - or even because - they were a couple by now and not just two friends, it all got way more complicated even for her. 
Sighing, he pulled the pillow from his head, giving her a sharp glare even through the night. "Can't just leave you now…" he mumbled through gritted teeth, and Koge peaked up, quickly following up. "What?" she pressed on, returning his gaze undeterred from the piercing red of his eyes. "Fuck… I mean, I can't just leave you alone when you're crying about being at a new place and us arguing and shit."
Bringing an arm over his face, he hid his sight from her, as if it was a weakness to admit to him, when really, Koge only felt her heart swell, inching closer to him and settle on his shoulder. Not being able to see his face any more from her position, she reassured him too, and he lowered the arm behind her back, steadying her in his hold. "I am glad you're here…" she admitted, and he only grunted in response. But it was alright for her, finally closing her eyes and accepting the exhaustion to set in.
I never liked my crooked teeth You tell me they're your favorite thing Anything else?
"Say… you ever thought something was weird about my looks?" 
Flabbergasted, Koge lowered the book in her hand. Even buried under three of her favorite blankets, she could give her husband a questioning look from the bed, noticing him inspecting something about his chin in the mirror. "No? What kind of question is that, Katsuki?"
He grumbled slightly before tearing himself from his reflection, and Koge made space for him by lifting up the blankets so he could crawl under them. Of course, he almost immediately pushed them off, making a disgusted noise about how hot he was under them. "I am just saying," he announced, groaning lightly as he finally settled down in the bed. "Maybe you thought my temperament was too harsh, or my ass too firm, who knows!"
Laughing out loud at that, Koge shook her head, patting his biceps calmingly. "No… I never had a problem with that. Sometimes you'd overreact, but we got over that mostly. And you have a lovely butt, Katsuki." 
Huffing, he smirked, noting, "Of course," while giving her a wiggled eyebrow, making her chuckle even more. But just as quickly, his smile faded as he directed his eyes towards the room's ceiling, lost in thought. "Where's the question coming from?" she asked, placing the book aside on her own nightstand before cuddling up to him, glad to be welcomed into his eyes, hand rubbing attentively over her back once she laid down on his chest. 
"My tooth... "he pointed out, showing his teeth. "I don't remember when but I chipped it. And when I went to the dentist last week he said I might want to correct my teeth altogether. He talked about them being wasted from my youth and shit, he has no idea, my teeth are great!"
"Huh, that's why you're getting insecure? With 33? Aren't you happy with them?"
"I don't know… shit's expensive to fix, and I don't want to waste our savings."
Humming thoughtfully, Koge began drawing circles over his shirt, making little dots with her pointer. "I mean, if you really want it, go ahead, Katsuki. I don't mind."
"'That so?" he mumbled, and she nodded. "If it really bothers you? You're a hero, you need to look decent after all. So if you want…"
"But?" he quickly caught on to her hesitation. Biting her lip, Koge held back from the soft smile that was about to break forward on her lips. "I kind of like them too. They are so impish!"
With a small squeal, she got lifted off his chest as he jumped out of bed, storming for the door. "Where are you going?" she called after him, confused about his sudden reaction. It took a minute before he reappeared with his glasses and the laptop, typing furiously with one hand on it, in the doorframe. "Looking up the next best dentist. I can't run around with impish fuckers in my mouth, Utsuro."
"That was a compliment, you dummy!"
The (stretch marks) scars all around my (thighs) body Kiss 'em 'til I change my mind About everything else
"Katsuki, I bought new lotions and put them in the bathroom, you should consider using them."
Telling him the news, Koge passed by him and the couch, smelling like cinnamon and apple, and he wrinkled his nose at that smell. "Why the fuck would I use one of your body lotions, Utsuro."
He didn't hear her come up to him from behind as the television in front of him was too loud, so even the great Katsuki flinched when she suddenly pressed her finger into his shoulder blade, announcing, "Because you've got a scar here and you need to care for it better."
Confused, he furrowed his brows, twisting and turning to see the scar she was talking about. "It's not just that one, I am sure you have scars everywhere, you got to do something for your skin, Dear."
"What the fuck do you even talk about? Take your fucking hand away and let me see..."
But no matter how much he tried, it was at a point beyond his vision, and Koge couldn't help a soft chuckle as she saw him struggle to make out the scar that wasn't even as big as one of her fingernails. "I also bought one that smells like lavender, that might help with your stress all the time," Koge explained, brushing through his hair while he was still busy finding the damn scar that set him off. "You could go through my daily routine with me, and I'd even smother up your back for you, Katsuki-"
"Ah." Halting, his gaze fixed on her, Koge giving him an innocent smile. "So that's why. You just want someone to lotion your back, Utsuro. You cheeky little-"
"Pretty pease?" Koge jumped to action, hugging him from behind and kissing messy smooches over his face until he stopped wrinkling his face over it, accepting his fate. "I am not getting younger, you know? And I did hear it's good for the skin to put lotion on every day! And you know about my scars… might do something good for them too!"
Continuing her kisses, she drove them down his cheek, neck, eventually landing on his shoulder, applying pressure to his skin over and over until he sighed, finally giving in. "Fine… But I swear, if I smell like a damn Christmas tree afterwards, you can totally get ready for the some-"
"Thanks, Katsuki!" she chimed up, meeting his lips with hers and kissing away the rest of his words without trouble, happy about his cooperative side. "I swear it's just 4 different kinds of Christmas-y smells." Groaning, Katsuki rolled his eyes but let himself be pulled from the couch, following after her to the bathroom, knowing it would make her happier than anything to have his help in that matter as his only consolation.
All I know is you, heal me when I'm broken Heal me when I'm broken, oh All I know is you, saved me and you know it Saved me and you know it
"You remember when I first moved out into that new apartment?" Koge mumbled into his shoulder, his hug not giving him enough space too move. "Just fucking sleep, Utsuro."
"Funny, you said that then too. No, what I mean is like, you stayed with me like this too, don't you remember?"
"I do, but it's like what? One in the morning, can't that wait until later?" 
"No!" she protested, wiggling in his arms as he reluctantly let go to give her space. "I remember… I was so scared of being there alone overnight for the first time… and we had already argued throughout the day. You were almost out of the door and I just… started bawling."
"Yeah, you did," he sighed, rubbing his eyes. 
Koge knew he was tired, she could see it in his body and his eyes when he did look at her. But this was important to her, knowing she wouldn't be able to find sleep if she didn't let it out now. And a little, it remembered her of the sleepovers they had back in the days, were, the later the night, the more sincere the talks became.
"Thanks, that you didn't leave," she sighed, putting a hand on his cheek, caressing it lovingly. "I don't think I ever thanked you, but I know I couldn't have made that step if you hadn't been there at that time… despite our disputes."
Catching her hand, he brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. "Of course. Has there ever be a time I wasn't there, Utsuro?"
Even though she pulled it out for a moment, hesitated jokingly, what she had to reply to that question was nothing but genuine. Even after all these years being with him, she never once felt left alone by him or unloved for that matter. There had been serious times and idiotic times, but none that had made him turn his back and leave. Koge was nothing but thankful for that. 
"No… No, never," she was quick to reply, smile falling over her lips. "See? And I never will, and now lie down and fucking sleep, it's late."
Inviting her back into his arms, she nuzzled up to him, taking a deep breath of the lingering caramel smell on his skin. It was her favorite place in the world. Her world and her home. Right there, no matter what, in his arms. 
After all, they had been through, Koge wasn't worried about the future anymore like she had in the past. Always doubting if this worked out or if she could reach her goals in life. Even if they had their ups and downs, it not always being that loving and easy between them, it never should have been a question in the first place if the two of them would make it. 
Because Katsuki would always love her, and she him. No matter what happened, they'd work through it and stand strong together, loving each other every day a little more. Despite her faults and insecurities, his temper and roughness.
One could think the two made love seem easy, even with its hardships, tears, and arguments.
Always thought I was hard to love 'Til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy I always thought I was hard to love 'Til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy Touch me 'til I find myself, in a feeling Tell me with your hands that you're never leaving Always thought I was hard to love 'Til you made it seem so easy, seem so easy
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m-ete0ra · 5 years
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Here it is? my smol gift to @cutesuki--bakugou​ <3 They like bakugou and have a oc who is shipped with him ^^ so i decided to draw them kissing cuz its fluffy and I luv it >3<  I hope chu like it..
im not the best at drawing dont hate me xD
I cant spend too much time looking at my screen so im sorry im sick ;-;❤️
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Screw Your Pumpkins
For Day #1 of the @bnhalloween-challenge ! 
Challenge | Day 1 - Pumpkin Carving
Category | One-Shot
Pairing: Bakugou x Koge (OC) Koge’s Tag
Rating: Teen (for cursing and adult humor)
Word Count: 1,604
“K-Katsuki, I need your help, please open the door!”
Bakugou could barely hear the cry of his lover over the volume of his video game, his focus only pulled from it when he could hear a banging on their apartment front door. Followed by vicious, rapid ringing of the doorbell, he sighed and stood, gripping his headphones as he talked into the attached mic. “Koge’s back from shopping, I have to go for a bit. I’ll be back--”
“What?!” Kaminari whined, obviously upset by the sudden parting.
“Aw nice, tell her I said what’s up!” Kirishima, laid back as always, wasn’t one to whine about things like this.
“Come on, man, we’re literally in the middle of a match!” Sero was just as disappointed, though Bakugou was having none of it.
“Shut the fuck up! I’ll be back.” With the whining sighs still coming from the speakers, he removed his headphones, being sure to mute his end first before tossing them on the couch with the game controller.
“Katsuki!!” His lover yelled to him, now, and he quickly jogged over to their front door, unbolting the locks and throwing it open a bit roughly in his agitation. “Utsuro, why the fuck can’t you just unlock the door-”
“Here!”
Before he could finish, two extremely large pumpkins were thrown into his arms, growling in anger as he had to fumble with them so they wouldn’t take a tumble to the ground. “What the fuck!? Pumpkins?!” His glare moved to his darling girlfriend, who was flustered and sweating, glaring right back up at him with her white hair plastered to her fair skin. “I’ve been trying to get you to come to the door for like ten minutes! Geez.” She adjusted one of the many bags on her arms, nodding for him to take a step back so she could come inside, which he promptly obeyed. “Well fuck, I couldn’t hear you. Why didn’t you just put the pumpkins down and open the damn door.” Once she was out of the way, he used his elbow to shut the door behind her, following her small fuming form into the kitchen.
“You know how heavy those are for me, Katsuki? On top of all these other groceries? It took forever to get everything balanced. I am not taking two trips up and down to the thirty-second floor, and there weren’t any carts in the lobby to use.” Huffing, she put the grocery bags up onto the kitchen island countertop, pulling her aching arms out of the handles. Bakugou placed the pumpkins down as well, admittedly feeling kind of shitty for not knowing she needed help. “You could have texted me, I would have come down.” Koge sighed, wiggling her arms a bit once they were free.
“I did, love. Twice.” Koge looked up at him, watching his brow furrow deeper and confusion peek through his scowl as he snatched his phone out of his pocket. “Fuck, I turned it on silent. I had forgotten.” With a small shake of her head, Koge walked around the island to stand beside him, hands on her hips. “See? So you can’t pout to me about interrupting your game or being upset.” Bakugou narrowed his crimson eyes at her as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. “I wasn’t even upset about that!”
Koge reached up, sinking her finger into his cheek. “Uh huh, sure. But that’s alright, I told you it was okay to stay and play games. It could have been worse. I could have fallen and busted my ass or dropped something. But I’m tough, you know.” She pulled her hand away, holding her arm up in a way to flex. “Super strong.”
Bakugou scoffed, snatching her by the arm to yank her towards him before latching his arms around her. “Shut up, Utsuro. Now you’re just trying to show off and tease me for dropping the eggs last time.” Smiling, Koge let her arms rest around his neck as she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes to nuzzle her nose against his. “Is it working? Are you impressed?” Bakugou gave her a rough kiss before scooping her up, placing her down onto the island counter. Standing between her legs, he kept his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face into her neck and shoulder. “No. You fucking wimp.”
Koge giggled, hiding her face into his soft messy hair. “Don’t be jealous.”
“Tch, that’s funny.” Bakugou’s gaze landed on the giant pumpkins, grumbling as he glared at them. “I thought you were just getting some shit for the party, why did you get pumpkins? Planning on cooking something with them?” Koge hummed softly in thought, making soft circles along his back with her nails. “I mean, maybe I could use some stuff to make something, like roasting the seeds. But no, I bought those for us.” Bakugou stood up straight, glowering down at her in annoyance. “For us? To do what?”
“Carve them! And then tonight when everyone comes to the Halloween party, they’ll judge who’s is the best. Winner gets, uh… whatever they want?” She reached over and smacked one of the pumpkins with a loud thunk, smiling up at her obviously annoyed lover. “What do you think?” Bakugou moved his hands to her sides, smirking and squeezing her ribs to make her yelp and wiggle to escape being tickled. “I think you’re going to fucking lose! The bigger one is mine!” Koge, trapped by his body in front of her with no way to escape his grip, latched her arms around his neck and legs around his waist as she pushed herself off the counter, forcing him to hold her. “Fine, just don’t tickle me!”
Stepping back from the counter, Bakugou peeled her from him and placed her back on her feet. “You don’t remember that I was good at this as a kid?” Koge huffed as she went to a bag, digging through it to find a pumpkin carving kit that she had bought. “I know, you always made way better ones than me. But you won’t today, because I have a plan.” She tossed him the kit, trusting him to catch it, which he did. “I have a great idea that everyone will love.” Bakugou eyed the kit with a skeptical glare, making his way towards the counter beside the stove. “What is this stupid fucking thing? What happened to just using a knife and a spoon? I’m not using this shit.” From the knife block, he pulled out the largest knife they had before stabbing it into the top of his desired pumpkin with quite a bit of force.
Koge couldn’t help but to snicker, finding humor in his violet action and blank expression. “Murderous.”
Eventually, the two had put away groceries and had set up outside on their balcony to carve. Koge had her legs wrapped around her pumpkin as she worked on cutting an opening, though she was going from the bottom instead of the top, like Bakugou had. He grumbled at her as he finished his circle, pulling the new piece from his pumpkin by the stem. “Why the fuck are you doing going from the bottom?”
The hole Koge was making was quite small, only big enough to get her hand and a scooping spoon into. “I told you, I have a plan and you’re gonna be so jealous!” Bakugou began to scoop out the pumpkin guts with a serrated edge spoon that came with the carving kit, plopping the goopy substance into a plastic bowl. “Well, tell it to me.”
Koge shook her head, intensely focused on making her entrance to her pumpkin perfect. “No. You don’t get to know. You’re the one that made this into a big competition, so I can’t tell you my idea.” Bakugou glared at her out of the corner of his eye, hating that she could be so stubborn sometimes. “Hmph…. Whatever. You’re still going to lose.” Koge popped the piece she had carved out, placing it beside her so she wouldn’t lose it. She reached for her spoon, only to find that Bakugou had taken it, using the one from the kit instead of the regular spoon he had brought out.
Pouting, Koge narrowed her eyes at him, picking up the normal spoon. “You took my special spoon.” Bakugou smirked, still scooping out the insides of his pumpkin. “Damn right, and it works awesome. Better than a regular shitty spoon.”
“But you’re the one that was dissing the kit! That’s my spoon, Katsuki.”
“You don’t deserve it, Utsuro-”
Before he could finish, a glob of nasty, sticky pumpkin goop hit him square in the cheek, silencing him as it sploshed from his shoulder down to the floor. Her cheeks flushed red in her frustration, Koge continued to dig through her pumpkin with her hand, ignoring the dark glare and anger she could feel radiating from her lover. “You’re such a jerk-EEK!” She squealed as Bakugou’s entire bowl full of pumpkin guts was dumped onto the top of her head, frozen in fear as he roughly rubbed the gooey substance into her hair. “Katsuki, what are you doing?! I didn’t throw this much at you!” She removed her hand from her pumpkin, pushing it aside as she tackled him to the ground.
“Hey, you salty bitch, don’t put that in my hair, it’ll never come out!!”
“You put it in mine! Here, have some down your pants instead!”
“FUCK IT’S NASTY, QUIT YOUR SHIT! GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY PANTS!”
“What, you don’t like having pumpkin dick? Too bad!”
“SHUT UP!”
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kobunnie · 3 years
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ABOUT THE LAUNDRESS ;
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BASICS ;
⤻ my name is ko <3
⤻ my pronouns are she/her
⤻ birthday: 14.2 ( valentines day! )
⤻ my doctor lied to me i dont wanna talk about my height
⤻ poc writer!! ; asian / hispanic
⤻ im a minor in high school
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EXTRAS ;
⤻ im an aquarius :3 ( aquarius sun, virgo moon, scorpio rising )
⤻ enneagram 8w7
⤻ my mbti is enfp-t
⤻ if youre into harry potter, my house is gryffindor with some slytherin
⤻ ambidextrous :>
⤻ i am bilingual fluent in english and gibberish ( jokes! but i am semi-fluent in spanish, know very very limited tagalog ( filipino ) and im learning korean + german! )
⤻ i also enjoy kpop <3 i waste money on albums and lighsticks because i can
⤻ lowkey have a god / superiority complex
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HOBBIES ;
⤻ i play soccer ( wing midfielder ) and volleyball ( DS / setter )
⤻ im a ballet and contemporary dancer of ten years :3
⤻ instruments i play include the violin ( seven years ) and the piano ( two years )
⤻ i like to skateboard!
⤻ obviously im a writer </3
⤻ i also love to draw
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KINS ;
⤻ nishinoya yuu ( haikyuu )
⤻ bokuto koutarou ( haikyuu )
⤻ kaminari denki ( boku no hero academia )
⤻ dazai osamu ( bungo stray dogs )
⤻ yashiro nene ( toilet bound hanako kun )
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SELFSHIPS ;
⤻ tetsuko ( kuroo tetsurou x ko )
⤻ tobiko ( kageyama tobio x ko )
⤻ kosuki ( bakugou katsuki x ko )
⤻ komane ( yugi amane ; hanako x ko )
⤻ natsuko ( natsuhiko hyuuga x ko )
⤻ kosamu ( dazai osamu x ko )
⤻ kogumi ( fushiguro megumi x ko )
⤻ koge ( inumaki toge x ko )
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KEEP IN MIND ;
⤻ id love to have new friends / moots! send me an ask if you want to!
⤻ i love you <3
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babeyvenus · 5 years
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Any canon x oc characters you ship from other artist?
I do ship Bakugou and Koge (@cutesuki--bakugou)a lot. They're my favorite.
Kirishima and @xartisticmdx 's OC
And sometimes I ship Bakugou and Kirishima with my OC every now and then.
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cutesuki--bakugou · 3 years
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New Pleasures
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Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)
Side Pairings: Eijirou Kirishima x Nene Date (OC), Seijirou Eguchi (OC) x Dokuji (Doey) Kobayashi (OC)
Story Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic / Humor / Some angsty things
Story Warnings: Cursing, sex (vaginal and anal via pegging), foreplay (oral via blowjobs, face sitting, and rimming), alcohol consumption, sex toy use and discussion, lots of references to anxiety and self confidence issues
Koge has always had a fantasy about taking more control during sex and, to be blunt, fucking her dear husband with a strap-on. Bakugou, however, is hesitant, though he works through his issues with the kink to create a new and enjoyable adventure for them both. 
Art in banner is by me. You can see the full unedited version on my Twitter ( @hvalrossnoodlez ) IT IS AN 18+ ONLY ACCOUNT AND I BLOCK MINORS IF I CATCH YOU
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“Why do you get so embarrassed? It’s just a little adult conversation, honestly-” 
“How is talking about the way we fuck a normal conversation?!” 
“That isn’t at all what I asked! I just made a comment that you should experiment a little, that’s all.” 
“It’s none of your business, Eguchi.” 
Koge sighed quietly as she glanced between the two bickering men, one being her husband beside her and the other being her mentor, who was really more like a part of their family at this point more than her boss. Sure, if they were just close business wise, this would be completely inappropriate, but he was truly more like a brother to her than anything else at this point in their adult lives. Besides, this hadn’t even started out as a raunchy conversation, anyway. Just a tease from Seijirou that Bakugou needed to get laid because he was so anxious and wound up is what started it, but the way he said it is what ticked Bakugou off. 
“Let her do all the work for a change, a dildo in the ass won’t kill you.” 
Oh, boy, was Koge’s first thought, and the bright red flushing of her lover’s ears and irritated snarl appeared faster than she could even think of what to say to calm him down. His retaliation was actually much calmer than she expected, probably reduced by the four glasses of whisky he had consumed up to this point, but she still had to place a hand tenderly on his thigh to remind him that they were in a public place and yelling about sex wasn’t a good idea. He kept a bit quiet due to her silent warning, but it was still just as aggressive as it would have been should he have let it all out. 
Seijirou, though? There was nothing she could do about that. That man had a mouth sharp enough cut diamond, and if he wanted to say something, he was going to. Period. Even his lover had little to no influence, especially now since he was nose deep in his notebook writing away with no recognition of the conversation going on beside him. Koge envied him for being able to shut out everything around him, because now, she was the one stuck in the middle of this and would have to figure out how to get both men to drop it. 
“I didn’t say it was my business! I just made a harmless comment. No need to be so uptight about it, there’s nothing wrong with it. And, from my personal experience-” 
“I don’t need to hear about how good you think ass fucking is, okay?” Bakugou barked, silencing Seijirou with the simple growl of his voice. “If Utsuro wants to take over fine, she does all the time, but I draw a line with shit going up my ass.” 
“Shit technically comes out of your ass,” Koge spoke softly as she sipped from her own glass of whisky, chancing a glance up at Bakugou as his glare turned down to her. 
“Are you on his side?!” 
Face flushing, Koge put her glass down, looking across the table at Seijirou before up at her husband. “Katsuki, I’ve tried to bring it up before, but you’re pretty, uhm… Against it. Though I think it would be fun.” 
“Fun?! For you, maybe! Remember how long it took for you to even be ready to take a dick in the ass? We had to work on it for weeks.” 
“But I’m really small compared to you, I don’t think it would be as hard for you as it was for me.” 
With a heavy sigh, Bakugou rested his elbows on the table, rubbing his face with both hands vigorously in frustration. “Utsuro… Eguchi. It isn’t going to happen. And even if it did, your stupid ass would be the last to know.” Pointing an accusatory finger at Seijirou, Bakugou’s annoyance visibly spiked at the amused smirk on the older man's lips. “What the fuck is that face?!” 
“It’s just funny that you think I don’t know every little thing about you. Your wife has to have someone to rant to and give her advice, you know. Do you need some advice, Bakugou? I’m an experienced man, I can help you in whatever you need!” Seijirou leaned back, letting his arm rest across the back of the booth behind his lover. “Isn’t that right, Doey?” 
“Hm?” Dokuji barely picked up on the sound of his nickname, icy blue eyes tearing off his notebook to glance around the group. At first, his freckled nose scrunched up in confusion at the varying expressions on everyone’s faces, before sitting up to turn his full attention to Seijirou. “What? What are you fighting about, now?” 
“I’m just saying that Bakugou needs to relax and let loose and letting Koge use a toy or two on him would be good for him. He doesn’t agree.” 
“No, I don’t fucking agree!” Bakugou snapped, slumping down into his seat with his arms crossed over his chest as if he were a child throwing a tantrum. “It’s stupid!” 
“Hm, no, I don’t see him doing that.” Dokuji picked up his drink, taking a few deep swallows of the light-colored beer before continuing. “It would absolutely damage his fragile ego.” 
“Hey! Fuck you, carrot top! I don’t have a fragile ego! I just don’t want shit in my ass-” 
“-But there’s already shit in your ass, Katsuki-”
“-Utsuro, your comments aren’t helping!” Bakugou took hold of Koge’s face in his hand, squishing her cheeks together to pucker out her lips in punishment. “This is your fault, you know! Telling him shit about us and that you want to do that!” 
“He’s easy to talk to.” Koge spoke against the pressure on her cheeks, not at all perturbed by his retaliation or aggressive demeanor. “And I figured he’d be better to ask than anyone else, especially for that.” 
“But that shit is between us!” 
“I’m sorry, Katsuki, I… I guess I shouldn’t have.” The visible upward furrowing of her brow had Bakugou’s grip loosening, her guilt at upsetting and embarrassing him so much becoming quite visible on her typically void expression. “I suppose… I mean… I guess I don’t have an excuse. It’s just a fantasy of mine I had always wanted to do, and I was hoping I could talk you into it eventually if I knew more about it. Sorry…” 
With a heavy sigh, Bakugou released her face to instead run his fingers through her hair softly, giving her forehead a tender kiss in acceptance of her apology and a silent hint that they would talk about it later. Yes, Bakugou had known for many years that Koge had always wanted to really take control, to use toys on him and maybe even a strap, but the thought just… what did it do? How exactly did the thought of doing those things make him feel? Was he really disgusted by it or was he just embarrassed? Or was it really that his ego was too big to even allow Koge to completely dominate him like that? 
Now he was just confused and feeling… selfish. 
“It’s healthy, y’know.” Dokuji spoke up again, gaining the attention of the couple across the table. “For your relationship, to try things that one person wants but the other is a bit uncomfortable with. And it’ll open you up to something you might actually like, on top of like… bonding or whatever. Just take the dildo in the ass, man, don’t be a fucking coward.” How quickly his calm demeanor switched into annoyance had Koge and Seijirou almost cackling, both holding their breath as Bakugou nearly leaped over the table to strangle the redhead, slamming his hands on the table to rattle the glasses. 
“Fuck off! It’s not about being a coward! You don’t fucking get it.” 
“Oh no, I get it. I was like you before, completely ignorant to everything outside of traditional sex, but in my young rebellion I started acting out and experimenting to find out who I was attracted to really and what I liked, since I was so in the dark about myself. This prick opened my eyes to a lot of things,” In his reference to Seijirou, Dokuji reached up and flicked his lover on the nose, gaining an annoyed whine and smack of the hand in retaliation. “Because there was a lot I didn’t know and was scared of, or uncomfortable with, but now it’s like… fun. I guess. And not just sex, dude. Like… Even just keeping up my appearance and taking better care of myself.” 
Huffing as a simple stroke along his back from Koge had him sitting back down normally, Bakugou’s glare bounced from Dokuji, to Seijirou rubbing his nose, to the half empty glass of whisky in front of him. Sure, this shit was making sense, but it still didn’t make him feel confident enough that he’d be able to pull it off without backing out. Would he do anything for Koge? Absolutely. He’d die for her. But her fucking him with a strap was… difficult for him to agree to. 
“It’s okay, Katsuki.” Koge spoke up softly after a while of silence, timidly taking his hand. “Don’t stress about it. I won’t bring it up again.” 
Resting his elbow on the table, Bakugou hid his face in his free hand, rubbing his flushed skin and tired eyes as he let out a heavy sigh. “I just can’t think about this shit right now, Utsuro. It shouldn’t even be something we’re discussing in public. Knowing my luck, there’s a fucking reporter here or some shit and there will be an article out tomorrow about how I want to be fucked in the ass.” 
“I doubt that, love.” Resting up against him, Koge laid her head on his shoulder, taking a sip from her drink while she avoided looking up at the men across from her. Although she was trying to hide it, she really did feel ashamed for this entire conversation happening, knowing she should never have talked about such private things with anyone in the first place. Even though she could hide it outwardly, her guilt and Bakugou’s embarrassment were palpable, bringing an awkward and deafening silence to the once talkative table of friends. It wasn’t long before they decided to part ways, with Seijirou and Dokuji taking a taxi home while Bakugou and Koge walked the couple of blocks back to their house. 
Although they held hands and walked close together as always, the heavy awkwardness didn’t fade. In fact, it grew heavier and heavier with every step they took, until it felt like they were tied down by the ankles by the time they reached their front door. Neither of them really even made the move to unlock the door, standing there beside each other with fingers laced and gazes averted. There were many moments that Koge thought a sudden heavy intake of break would mean that he was going to speak, but each time there was only silence, until he finally pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. 
They showered. They brushed their teeth. They got comfy in pajamas. They fluffed their pillows and settled into bed. And that was when Koge couldn’t take it anymore. 
Since he was on his back with one arm resting up over his eyes, Koge slowly and sneakily cuddled in close, wiggling herself under his free arm to latch herself to his body. Tenderly, she kissed his cheek, trailing more down along his jawline and neck before she settled down against him. 
“You still love me?” 
“Yeah.” 
With a delicate touch, Koge traced her fingers along a scar he had on his upper left pectoral, watching his chest move with his calm breathing. “I really am sorry, Katsuki…” 
“It’s fine. Honestly, I can’t expect you to not talk to people about us, especially if you’re looking for advice. I do it, too. It’s hypocritical of me to be mad at you for that.” 
“I just feel bad it got brought up like that and it made you so uncomfortable… But we don’t ever have to talk about it again if you’re against it. There’s always other things for us to do.” 
“But you really want to… right?” 
Falling silent, Koge nuzzled her face more into his skin, squeezing herself in as close as she could. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, speaking quietly. “It… doesn’t matter. Yes, I have a fantasy about it, but that’s all it has to be. I’m more than satisfied with where we are now and the other things that we could do one day.” Sitting up, she plopped down to sit onto his stomach, taking hold of both his hands to push his arms up above his head and finally reveal his face. Smiling, she placed kisses all across his flushed cheeks until he huffed with annoyance, bringing her to place a final one against his lips, releasing his hands to instead caress his cheeks. “But you know what I can’t believe?” 
“What?” Bakugou’s hands fell down to rest on her bare thighs, slowly moving upwards to her hips. His hands against her skin were incredibly warm, and Koge couldn’t help but share another kiss with him with a soft hum in contentment. 
“Mm… I can’t believe that we have this entire night and tomorrow morning all to ourselves, and we’re spending it sitting here like little awkward turtles.” 
Bakugou chuckled softly, unable to help the smirk on his lips. “Are we? I didn’t notice. Let me fix that,” While one hand stayed firmly on her hip, the other came up to caress the back of her head, pulling her down into a more passionate and tender kiss. It was quick to deepen as all tension broke, every morsel of their souls immediately craving to be close to each other, as close as one could possibly get. Before either of them truly knew it, Koge had begun to sink her body down onto his erect cock, both of them sighing in unison as every inch of her was filled to the brim. At first, they found themselves just sitting there, soaking in the feeling of being so close with passionate kisses and tender touches that screamed how strong their love for each other was. Koge could have stayed like this forever with him, but a simple shifting of his leg had him pressing up into her core, and she couldn’t resist moving another second. 
Sitting up from him, Koge began with a light grinding of her hips, her hands trailing down his torso and leaving light pink marks from the raking of her nails. Although it started out very slow and sensual, it wasn’t long before Koge became lost in the pleasure, digging her nails into skin as she rode him with vigor, moaning out freely and face flushed from ear to ear. As he let her take control, Bakugou had to admit that being under her like this was incredibly addicting, completely focused on doing what she could to pleasure them both. 
If he did decide to try allowing her to live out her fantasy, is that what it would be like? Would it really still feel this good and be this enjoyable for the both of them? Could it really still be just as intimate of a moment, or would he feel too vulnerable? He knew that she would take care of him and allow him to take it all at his pace, but it was still such a foreign thought to him. On top of that, all the prepping and just… foreplay that would go into it all. It was so much-
“Katsuki?” 
Koge’s voice and pause of her body pulled him out of his haze he hadn’t even realized he had been lost in, pulling his eyes off the random spot on her t-shirt he had been locked on to instead look up at her face. She gazed down at him with visible worry, her hands nervously clutching at the hem of her oversized shirt to fiddle with the fabric, and he immediately felt the pit of his stomach fall at the realization that he… wasn’t as hard as he had been. 
Clearly having noticed that before anything else, Koge sat up a bit until he was no longer inside her, sitting back down on his bare stomach instead. In their silence, the palpable awkwardness returned, and so did the guilt that came to rest over Koge’s shoulders. 
Swallowing hard, Bakugou gave a small shake of his head, glancing everywhere he could in the dark room but at her. “I don’t know what happened, Utsuro, I… My mind wandered.” 
“Did you… not want me on top? Is that bothering you right now?” Her voice was barely a whisper, fighting back a burning in her senses that bubbled with her frustration and confusion. “Or are you… actually upset with me?” 
“No, no! I’m not upset with you!” Bakugou sat up, carefully shifting her from sitting on his stomach to instead on his lap. “I just got lost in thought. I’m alright, Utsuro. We can keep-” 
“-No, Katsuki, it’s okay.” Koge avoided holding onto him even as he put his arms around her body, her hands still clutching at her shirt and head hung. “I should have guessed that you wouldn’t really be in the mood after all that. I didn’t mean to pressure you again.” 
“You haven’t pressured me into anything.” Cupping her cheeks, Bakugou urged her to look up at him, stroking her skin with his thumbs softly. “Koge it’s not that.” 
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I was just excited to have a night alone after so long. I hadn’t wanted to spend it all upset, I thought that I could help you feel better if I… I shouldn’t have been on top. I just wanted you to relax.” 
Frowning, Bakugou sighed heavily, resting his forehead against hers tenderly. “I had just started thinking… I don’t know where my mind was… It’s not your fault.” 
“Bedtime?” 
The question was soft, with only a timid glance up into his gaze as she kept hers mostly downcast, the disappointment and regret visible on her from head to toe. With this cut off of the issue, Bakugou knew that he wasn’t going to get anything else out of her about it right now, but he also knew that he had majorly fucked up. Him going soft in the middle of sex was a very rare occasion and only happened usually when he was just too tired, but this was different. No, his thoughts had actually made him uninterested in her and in sex in general right at that moment, and his body reacted exactly how he had expected it to. But how could he tell her that? It would hurt her feelings more than he already had, and at this rate, he was going to have to try very hard in the morning just to get her to look at him. 
Running his fingers through her hair softly, Bakugou gave a small shrug, kissing her forehead before replying. “If you want. But on one condition.” 
“Hm?”
“You let me hold you. And give me one more kiss goodnight.” 
Koge spared him a small glance and a miniscule nod after a moment of silence, allowing him to carefully scoop her up and lay them down on their sides where he promptly cuddled her in close to him. The position gave her no choice but to reciprocate, her arm slipping around his torso and legs intertwining with his, and though she was very obviously still upset, she clutched onto him like she was scared he would leave. Instead, he only held her closer, kissing her forehead before receiving that final promised kiss to the lips that she allowed to linger. 
“You still love me, Utsuro?” 
The repeat of the same question she had asked him earlier had Koge’s face flushing, her eyes immediately tearing up with all the frustrations she had been trying to keep down, forcing her to sniffle as she tried to hold it all back. “Yes… Always.” 
“Good. Get some sleep, baby. We can talk about this more in the morning if you want.” 
They didn’t. 
In fact, with the first lights of sun through the blinds of the lazy morning, the couple found themselves completely entangled in each other, spending the few hours they had alternating between cuddling, falling back asleep, talking, and making love. What happened the previous night, both the conversation at the bar and while they were in bed, never came up again, even though Bakugou always expected it to. It was on the forefront of his mind and he couldn’t help but think about it all, and he knew that if he was thinking of it, she was, too. But she had promised to never bring it up again, and she didn’t. Not the rest of the day. Not for a few weeks after. Not even when Seijirou brought it up again later that month. 
But Bakugou couldn’t get it out of his head, and more than anything, he found himself… curious. He knew that ‘pegging’, as he learned it was called, was actually a very popular thing. He was surprised he hadn’t heard more about it in his adult life, or even his adolescence when exploring his blossoming sexual desires on the internet was at its peak. Toys for men, sure, but letting his wife use a strap on him? It was… intimidating, and Bakugou was never one to get easily intimidated by anything. Even still, this kink wasn’t really all that scary. The couple had done much worse, even including knives, risky breath play, tight bondage, and real injury often coming out of it all with bites, bruises, and scratches. There was one clear definition, though. 
It was all things that he did to her. Yes, he would often come out of a session with scratched up skin and a bruise or two where she would bite him in the midst of it all. Yes, she enjoyed it and wanted those harder sessions frequently and she never complained about it. But her, having any significant dominance over him? Never. 
And he suddenly felt very selfish for it. 
Koge had told him before about her fantasies and desires to be more dominant, to tie him up for once and tease him with toys and her body alike. ‘Eventually’, he would tell her, or otherwise just make some type of joke that she wouldn’t be able to handle him like that for long before she begged for him to take over. It had always been a joke to him because he knew that it would never happen. He was too dominant of a personality over her, so much larger in body size and strength that she just wouldn’t be able to push him around like she thought she could. 
Not to mention that it scared him to allow it to happen. 
Bakugou had always hoped that awful nagging in the back of his mind would vanish completely one day. That little voice that always told him to be bigger, be better, to take and want control, to never let or accept it when anyone put him down. It had gotten better over the years, but it was still there. He found that he just couldn’t let it happen, however subconsciously, and he was putting her down every time he did. It truly was his selfish need to hold on to that control keeping him back, no matter how much he wanted to believe it was something else. 
Koge had no negative intentions, he knew that. She would never do something that truly upset him, and she would stop if he asked her to. All she wanted was a chance to live out a fantasy that she had rather than something mutual they shared. She had let him do things she was uncomfortable with at first, and every time it ended up becoming a frequent occurrence to their love making. In the end, there was no fear or excuse he could make up to explain himself of why he couldn’t do what she wanted. It was just selfishness. 
If he was going to go through with this, then he needed advice. A nameless person describing and giving information on a blog was hardly helpful, especially when the opinions and tips tend to be different as he hopped along the endless links and websites. No, he needed serious advice, from someone close to him that he knew had experience with these things, or at least… some type of experience when it came to getting fucked in the ass. 
One morning, Koge proclaimed that she was going to go shopping with her best friend Nene for the day, leaving him to his own devices. This was the perfect chance to see if he could gather those chosen to help him figure out what to do, since his best friend was married to Nene and had the day off from hero work, just as Bakugou did. The other person he knew wouldn’t put up much of a fight. If anything, his partner would, but there was no chance in hell that Bakugou was seeking help from the man that belittled and berated him about it in the first place. 
me 2:09 pm: hey. you two free today?
Kirishima 2:10 pm: Hey, bro! Yeah man, Nene is off with Koge today. 
Kirishima 2:10 pm: Wait you know that. 
Kirishima 2:10 pm: How did you know I was off??? Did I tell you???
Kirishima 2:10 pm: Oh, I did. 
Kirishima 2:10 pm: LOL
Doey 2:11 pm: am i rlly in a txt group with blasty and hardhead rn? 
Doey 2:11 pm: also ffs you txt like a hyperactive girl.
Kirishima 2:12 pm: Wait
Kirishima 2:12 pm: Dokuji???? 
Doey 2:13 pm: i hate it here. what do u need.
With a huff and a roll of his eyes, Bakugou leaned back against the couch, rubbing his temple as he glared at the text messages scrolling by with Kirishima’s incessant multi texts and Dokuji’s snide remarks. For a moment, he thought about backing out, but the gnawing feeling of guilt made him press on. 
me 2:15 pm: shut up. i asked if you were free. 
Doey 2:15 pm: yeah and i said what do u need. 
Kirishima 2:15 pm: Totally free!!!
me 2:16 pm: i need help with something and you two are going to help me. 
Doey 2:17 pm: u have a stick up ur ass or something, dude? ffs just ask.
Doey 2:17 pm: o wait. wait. wait. you dont yet, yeah? 
Kirishima 2:18 pm: Do what now???
me 2:19 pm: just come over at 5!!! fuck, i just need some help. 
Doey 2:20 pm: k
Kirishima 2:20 pm: No worries, man! 
Kirishima 2:20 pm: I’ll be there! 
 …
“Just let her shove it up your ass, dude. No lube. No prep. Just mmph- jam that shit up in there.” 
“I’m not that fucking ignorant, Carrot. I know the prep it takes, we did it with her, but I don’t know the… if it’s the same.” 
“Yeah, dude, it just goes in your ass, it’s not a big deal. You’re such a priss.” 
With a frustrated, heavy sigh, Bakugou slumped down into his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to keep himself calm. Dokuji was doing very little to actually help in this situation, and Kirishima wasn’t much better. ‘Just go for it’ wasn’t something he could realistically accept. He needed to know the process, to understand it from a male perspective, but both of his friends were either not getting what he wanted to know, or just refused to tell him to fluster him further. “I get the whole point. I get that the fucking thing goes in my ass. I want to know where to start, you fucking dickwad.” 
“By shoving stuff up your ass, man! Do you still have the toys you used to train Koge? Use the same ones.” Dokuji pulled his legs up onto the couch, crossing them comfortably and leaving his slippers on the floor. “You’ll still want to start small, even if you’re like… three times the size of her.” 
“Nene and I started with just fingers and stuff during foreplay,” Kirishima finally spoke up after a while of embarrassed silence. “And we just moved on to bigger and bigger toys after a while. Took like… three months to get to a decent strap on size. But I also did some training on my own when I’d… y’know.” Clearing his throat, he sipped nervously from the glass of wine Bakugou had offered him, timid crimson gaze flashing between the two other men without making eye contact. “You have to do a lot on your own.” 
“Finding time to myself is a problem. I rarely need to jack off, anyway. Koge always wants to fuck, so if I’m horny, she’s all over me.” Taking a sip from his own glass of wine, Bakugou stretched his long legs out in front of him, his aching knees popping. “I wouldn’t even have the time to if I needed to. If I’m not here, I’m at work. And if I’m here, Koge’s here.” 
Dokuji gave a yawn, leaning his head back. “Make time. In the shower is the best, really, I doubt she joins you every time.” 
“She would if I let her, but she knows I need my space, too. Just like she needs hers. I just know that she’s going to catch on… She’s too intuitive.” 
“Oh, you aren’t going to tell her you're prepping for it? What, you just want to surprise her one day?” Dokuji smirked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Just lay on the bed, displayed for her with a plug in your ass? Candles lit, rose petals-” 
“-Okay, shut the fuck up-” 
“-wine, lube, soft jazz-” 
“-Carrot-!” 
“-oh no wait, you’d rather have heavy metal, right?! So she can really pound you-” 
“-Alright, I get it!” Bakugou finally barked, glaring daggers at the snarky older man. “Not telling her is stupid! But I don’t want her to expect it!” 
“Why don’t you want to tell her?” Kirishima asked curiously, taking a quick glance at his phone as he received a text, the alert a soft ding that vibrated through the room. “Are you embarrassed to? Or you really just want to surprise her?” 
“I just know that she’d try to talk me out of it, now. Or she’d feel like she guilted me into doing it, and then she wouldn’t enjoy it. Surprising her would be more fun, for her. That’s the whole point of this. Also, I’d rather try to hide it just in case it’s something that I end up not being able to do… I don’t want to get her hopes up just to bail.” 
Kirishima gave a soft hum in understanding, rubbing his chin as he thought. “True… You’ll just have to find time to prep and practice without her around.” 
“I hardly even know where to start, though.” 
Suddenly, Dokuji stood, beginning to make his way up the stairs to the second floor of the home. With a click of his tongue, Bakugou stood as well, placing his glass of wine and phone down on the coffee table at his knees. “Excuse me, where the fuck are you going?” 
“To find your fucking stash! You want to know how to start, I have to see what you have!” Dokuji huffed as he continued up the stairs and around the corner before Bakugou could even take his first step, though the blonde was quick to leap two steps at a time to catch up the instant Dokuji finished with his proclamation. 
“Hey, wait, Carrot! You can’t just go dig around in my fucking house!” 
“I’m not! I knew you were going to follow me, so hurry the fuck up!” Dokuji glowered at Bakugou as he waited at the entrance to the master bedroom, being respectful enough to not go in. “Show the goods.” 
Glancing behind him as Kirishima joined them, Bakugou felt heat spread from his ears across his cheeks, starting to feel that nervous nausea beginning to build up in his stomach. Was he really about to discuss sex toys with his friends? The thought of digging through and picking what toys he should use from Koge’s stash was horrifically embarrassing, but he knew that if he didn’t have their help, he may end up too ambitious and ruin any chances of success he had. So, with a deep breath and a hard swallow to keep down the vomit, he headed into his bedroom, allowing the other two to follow him in. “Just… stay by the bed, I’ll bring them out.” 
“All of them.” Dokuji reiterated, meandering around the room as he looked around curiously in wait while Bakugou shuffled into the walk-in closet. Though, little did he know that there were too many for Bakugou to just carry. So, the blonde dumped out a dirty laundry bin on the floor for the meantime, placing the toys inside it from the drawer they had been hidden in. He was a bit too ambitious with his scooping and dumping, accidentally startling himself as one turned onto a high vibration and he had to rush to turn it off, feeling his face flush once again at the amused scoff from the bedroom. 
Once sure he had them all, he carried the basket back into the bedroom, placing it on the bed and allowing the two other men to come look at the contents. Dokuji gave a click of his tongue, starting to dig through them to find the ones he thought would be appropriate. “Fuck, most of these are anal toys already. This rivals Seiji’s collection. Actually, some of these are the same!” 
“Kook probably suggested some to her.” 
“I don’t doubt it. Okay, man, here’s the deal. When doing this on yourself, don’t use shit like this.” Dokuji held up a gel silicone dildo that had no base, wiggling it a bit to emphasize his point. “With all the lube you have to use, you’ll lose it up your ass. And believe me, that’s not a fun ER visit.” He tossed it to the side, along with others that were similar to it. “Avoid these bead things.” More tossed to the side. “This is like a g-spot toy, fuck that. Fuck that, too. You’ll never get to that size, fuck that one.” With each one tossed to the side, Bakugou grew more and more irritated, wishing that Dokuji would just pick out the ones that would be good instead of going over what was bad. But, before he could retort, Dokuji finally grabbed a couple of small beginner metal anal toys that they had first used with Koge. 
“Here! These fucking things. Though, they’re almost about as wide as your fucking sausage fingers, so maybe you can just finger yourself instead if you’re scared of these.” He put down the set of toys, tapping on one a few times to focus on it. “Though this plug would be good for training. Wear it during the day when you know you’re going to practice that day. Eventually, you can work yourself up in size. Here,” He dug through the collection again, finding a variety of anal plug sizes and setting them out in order. “I’d work yourself up to at least being able to handle this size before you let her use anything on you.” 
“Leave it in…? For hours?” Bakugou’s nose scrunched in annoyance, unsure he could function with something in his ass like that for hours. “I mean… Koge did it, but I didn’t think that was so much of a requirement.” 
“Don’t puss out, it’s not that bad. It’s not like a constant pleasure type of thing. Yeah, you feel it, but if you aren’t turned on, it doesn’t affect you. I mean, yeah, it can turn you on feeling it, but just don’t until you’re ready, y’know?” 
“That makes no fucking sense…” Bakugou looked over at Kirishima for some type of emotional support, though Kirishima just nodded in agreement with Dokuji.
“You gotta do it, man. I mean… I even went to work with it and stuff. Like if you know that’s gonna be a part of your night, it’s actually kind of hot to wear it all day. It’s exciting, and Nene goes crazy for it!” 
“And what size are you at?” 
“That big one.” Kirishima gestured to the largest size of plug. “Nene uses that size of dildo on me. The one that Doey said you’d never get to? Yeah, that one.” 
“Tch… and you’ve been doing this shit for, what? How long?” 
“Uhmmm I think like five or six years, man. We don’t do it all the time, and it started out with her just sticking a finger in my ass one night, and it was like wow, y’know? Like boom, fireworks in my gut.” 
“I just don’t see how it could feel good…” Bakugou grumbled as he picked up a different toy that Dokuji had sectioned off as appropriate for use, one which he and Koge used very early on during her journey so that she could have the feeling of double penetration. “Even for Koge, I don’t get it, but she gets off on anal way more than regular sex most of the time.” 
“We have a little thing in our ass called a prostate. It’s kind of like a woman's g-spot. I guess.” Dokuji rubbed the back of his head, glancing over his selected toys to see if they were appropriate for him to suggest. “It’s like… I don’t fucking know how to describe it. If you don’t do shit right, it can hurt, so just take your time, use more lube than you think you need, and listen to your body. If shit feels off, then stop. But yeah, work your way up in size for these toys here. Clean the shit out of them when you’re done, and then do whatever you want to hide the fact that you’re using them from Koge.” 
“How often should I be practicing?” 
“Any time you jerk off. At least a few times a week, though it also just depends on how fast you want to get to the fun stuff, man. Also how your body reacts to it all. Maybe you already have a loose asshole, who knows.”
Face flushing, Bakugou scoffed as he began to pile the toys back into the laundry basket to return them to the drawer, though he did make a strong mental note of the specific toys and order that Dokuji had laid out for him. “Whatever. Anything else?” 
“What type of lube do you use?” 
“We don’t even have any right now…” 
“Huh? Koge does anal and you don’t have lube? The fuck is wrong with you two, masochists-” 
“It’s not that! The woman is like a fucking waterfall, she doesn’t need it. Kirishima, does Nene need it?!” 
“Oh, Nene won’t do anal.” Kirishima shook his head, cheeks growing pink with the sudden question. “She has this weird thing about being on the receiving end of that. Something about not wanting to have to use diapers when she’s an old woman?” Brow furrowing, Kirishima rubbed the back of his head. “Hopefully that doesn’t happen…” 
“It’s not going to happen unless you constantly use huge dildos. And by huge, I mean fucking four plus inches in thickness. You’re fine, man.” With an amused chuckle, Dokuji gave Kirishima a firm pat on the shoulder before he began to leave the room, calling out loud enough for Bakugou to hear as he headed down the hallway. “Get some lube made for anal! Not the numbing shit, though! I’ll text you a brand I recommend once I remember what the fuck it is.” 
Slowly shuffling out of the closet once he was done putting the toys away, Bakugou rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, barely able to keep eye contact with Kirishima before he felt a rush of embarrassment and had to look away. With a cough to clear his throat, he shoved his hands into his sweatpants pockets, fighting against the awkwardness that he knew he was the only one experiencing. “Thanks. I know this is fucking stupid.” 
“It’s not stupid!” Kirishima grinned, his sharp teeth and bright smile enough to lighten any mood. “I wish I had someone to talk to when I first started with Nene! It’s intimidating, but it’s awesome that you’re doing this for her. I think you’ll both enjoy it more than you think.” 
“It just makes me feel vulnerable in a… weird way.” 
“It’s just Koge. I’m sure she’s seen you in way more vulnerable situations, and she won’t take advantage of you or anything weird like that. Can I make a suggestion?” 
“Sure…” 
“Don’t do doggy.” Kirishima held up a finger as he spoke, as if he were giving an important life lesson or lecture. “That’s a really vulnerable feeling position. You’re too… big of a dude to ride her, technically, and you shouldn’t do that your first time anyway. So stick with missionary. You can at least see her that way. It’s more intimate.” 
Bakugou felt the fire of his face grow hotter the longer Kirishima spoke, until his ears were burning, and his eyes began to ache. Just the thought of any of it made him want to crawl under his covers and hide, his chest aching with the anxiety of it all. Still, all of this information he gained was extremely helpful and guided him in the right direction, and he wasn’t sure he’d feel confident enough to go through with it without his friends' support. So, he gave Kirishima a strong pat on the arm, before using little pressure to direct his friend out of the bedroom. 
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” 
“Sure! Anything you need, just let me know-” 
“Uncle Doey?! Why are you here?!” 
The sudden loud racket in the living room immediately made Bakugou almost lose his lunch, hearing the soft voice of his lover greeting Dokuji behind the multitude of children's voices. “Ah fuck, they’re home already.” As casually as he could without looking like he was rushing, Bakugou made his way down the stairs, doing everything in his power to swallow his embarrassment and restrain the fire beneath his skin. He caught Koge’s gaze immediately, giving her a small nod in greeting as she smiled at him. 
“Having some boy time?” Struggling with many shopping bags hanging off her arms, Bakugou was quick to jog to her side and help, taking them from her and placing them off out of the way on the floor near the fireplace. “Thank you, love.” 
“Sure, Utsuro. And yeah I just figured we’d… hang out for a bit while you were shopping.” 
“Fun!” 
Before he could say anything else, his daughter's voice caught his attention, looking over to watch Natsuki as she wandered around Dokuji, who was purposefully keeping his back to her. 
“Uncle Doey, why are you here?! Is Uncle Seiji here? Did you bring me a gift?” The blonde four-year-old circled him, though Dokuji continued to playfully ignore her. 
“What is that buzzing sound? I hear a little gnat or something. Matsuki, do you hear it?” Dokuji turned his attention to the young blonde boy that was the spitting image of Bakugou, doing his best to restrain a laugh as Natsuki tried to wave her arms to get his attention. Matsuki, who was currently pulling books out of a bag, gave a shy smile and nodded. 
“Yeah, that’s been happening all day. Just a weird buzzing sound.” 
“It is weird. Where’s the little bug?” 
“I’m here, I’m here!” Natsuki finally snatched onto his hand, tugging eagerly. The instant she grabbed him, Dokuji took hold of her hand and yoinked her up into the air, making her squeal and burst out with laughter, clambering to take hold of him as he swung her around to sit up on his shoulders. 
“Ah, there’s the bug! How’s it going, squirt?” 
“Uncle Doey, you’re so mean, pretending I wasn’t there!” Natsuki wrapped her arms around his head, shoving her face into his feathery orange hair. “So mean! I missed you!” 
“I missed you, too, kiddo. So what did you go do today? Looks like you spent a lot of money.” 
“It wasn’t my money, silly! It’s Daddy’s money!” 
Dokuji couldn’t help but to laugh, moving to sit on the couch with the little girl still latched to his head. “Oh man, Bakugou, she’s a hoot. Better check your bank account.” 
Bakugou couldn’t help but give an amused scoff, though he did peer down at Koge as she immediately began to leak guilt. “You went over the budget, didn’t you?” 
“N-not by much, no. But I bought winter clothes for me, you, and the kids! Matsuki needed new books to read and crafting supplies, and Natsuki was just begging for this and that. It just went over-” She was cut off as Bakugou cupped both her cheeks, leaning in to kiss her to silence to rambling to explain. 
“I’m picking on you. I already knew you’d go over. It’s okay. You didn’t have to shop for me, though, I told you that.” Letting up on her face, he gave her another kiss, feeling exceptionally affectionate. “Thanks, though. I’m excited to see what you got.” 
Koge smiled softly, stealing one more kiss before he released her. “I just saw some stuff I knew would look great on you; I couldn’t resist. On top of that, half your winter clothes don’t fit anymore ‘cause you just keep gaining muscle. You have to stop that.” 
“I’d turn into flab if I stopped. And I’d probably get my ass kicked. It’s one or the other, babe.” 
“Just keep your cute butt, it’s fine. Oh, I also got your new set of reading glasses that you needed.” 
“What?!” Kirishima spoke up from across the room, standing next to his wife with his twin children hanging off his impressive biceps. “Bakugou, you wear glasses already?!” 
Face flushing, Bakugou stuttered as he snatched the small box Koge had pulled from a bag, immediately shoving it into his pocket to hide them. “Shut up! Only to read!” 
“Daddy! You wear glasses, too!” Kirishima’s young daughter Otoha spoke up, dropping to the floor. “But only in the sun!” Chuckling, Kirishima put his son Daiki down as well, allowing the twins to run off as Natsuki leaped off the back of the couch to chase them. 
“Those are sunglasses, darlin’.” 
“Oh shove it!” Bakugou snapped, storming off into the kitchen with his petite wife at his heels. “You jerks want more wine!?” 
“Oh, Seijirou’s not here?” Koge stopped, looking back at Dokuji, who had his phone out. At the sound of his lover’s name, Dokuji looked up, a moment of confusion flashing across his face as he tried to figure out how to explain this without giving Bakugou away. 
“Ah… he wasn’t up to it.” 
“Really? How weird, I hope he’s okay.” 
“I’m gonna head out, anyway.” Dokuji stood, immediately gaining protest from Natsuki as she ran back up to him to latch to his legs. “I was already out when I dropped by, so he’s probably wondering where I am, anyway. Natsu, I’ll see you next weekend, okay?” Squatting down, he gave the pouting little girl a hug, standing and heading towards the front door with her still latched to him. “It’s the last weekend before Uncle Seiji and I go to America. We’ll visit for sure.” 
“Nooo, don’t go away! That’ll be forever!” 
“We’re just going to be in America for a few months, squirt. And we’re bringing back a big surprise. Remember?” 
“Serina?” 
“That’s right.” Dokuji smiled softly as he sat Natsuki down, ruffling her wild blonde hair as he shoved his feet back into his boots without lacing them. “We’re bringing Serina home. Uncle Seiji and I have to finalize her adoption papers and wait for her to be old enough before we can bring her on a plane.” As Bakugou approached, Dokuji shoved his wallet and keys into his baggy pant pockets, looking up at him curiously. 
“Let us know if you need anything before you head out. You good?” 
“Yeah man, no worries. I hope I was helpful.” 
“You were, even if you were a smartass. We’ll see you next weekend. Don’t tell Eguchi about this, I don’t think I’ll ever live it down.” 
“My lips are sealed until yours aren’t. Later,” An informal bow, a wave to the rest of the people in the house, and a final goodbye to Natsuki was shared before Dokuji left, leaving Bakugou to shut and lock the door behind him. After shooing his daughter away from the front door, Bakugou immediately caught Koge’s gaze, his face flaring up again with fire at the reminder of everything that had been discussed that day. Seeming to notice, Koge gave a small nod for him to follow her into the kitchen, which brought that feeling of vomiting back to his gut. He had to hide all of this from her for now, no matter how guilty that made him feel. But he also knew that Koge would be able to read him like a book if he didn’t get control of himself.
Once alone with his wife in the kitchen, he decided to busy himself with fetching a fresh bottle of wine from the rack, grabbing two clean glasses for Koge and Nene as well. “What’s up, Utsuro?” 
Arms crossed over her chest, Koge leaned back against the kitchen island, watching him closely. “You had some boy time, huh?” 
“Yeah, we just sat around and talked for a while. Why?” 
“Nothing. It’s just interesting that Dokuji came without Seijirou. Usually they’re attached at the hip, and Dokuji hates socializing. Did something happen, or is something wrong?” 
Waiting to answer until he pulled the cork out of the bottle successfully, Bakugou put the trash and corkscrew aside, pouring equal amounts of wine into the glasses. “There’s nothing wrong, Utsuro. I invited Dokuji to bring Eguchi if he wanted, but he said he didn’t want to. Eguchi and I have trouble getting along, anyway, if you’re not around… I can see why he didn’t.” 
“That’s not true. You two get along better than you think.” Making her way to stand next to him, Koge slipped her arm around his waist, resting up against his side as his arm tucked her in close. “Did you have fun?” 
“Yeah, it was fine. I can’t believe you spilled about my glasses, though.” Glowering down at her, he gave her a good squeeze in punishment, forcing a giggle from her lips. He hoped to change the subject so she wouldn’t pry, and he seemed successful right off the bat. 
“Sorry! I thought you would have told Eijirou already. Don’t be embarrassed, love, it’s okay.” Turning to face him completely, she cupped both of his cheeks, stroking his burning skin with her chilled thumbs. “You look so cute with glasses. Very distinguished.” 
“They make me look like my dad…” Grumbling under his breath, Bakugou placed one of his hands over hers, turning his head to place tender kisses across her palm and fingers. “Mmm… what’s this lotion smell?” 
“It’s like a citrus thing. I couldn’t resist it after trying it on, so I bought some. You like it?” 
Slipping his hand around her waist, Bakugou pulled the petite woman up against him, his lips continuing his affections down her arm. “Smells good. I think I need to lather you up in that sometime.” 
“Ooh, like a sexy rub down?” 
“Yeah, baby. Full body.” He released her hand to put both his arms around her, caressing her small body and urging her up into a kiss. Koge sighed softly against his lips in happiness from the affection, holding onto him tightly as he nearly lifted her up off her feet. He wanted her so badly in that moment, to soak in her affection and have his frustrated thoughts crushed under the happiness being with her brought him. But, nothing affectionate could last in a house full of children, and he was forced to release her at the sound of his daughter screeching for him. 
“Daddy! Daddy?! Are you in the kitchen?!” 
Setting his wife down, Bakugou got one last peck out of her before setting her free, looking over at the entrance to the kitchen as his daughter bounced in, her spiked pale blonde hair perfectly matching the wild look on her face. The instant her crimson eyes landed on him, Natsuki dashed over, quickly followed by Matsuki and Kirishima’s two children. Although Bakugou knew exactly what was going to be requested, he decided to ask anyway, ruffling the top of his daughter’s hair as she came up to him. 
“What’s up, squid?” 
“Daddy, can you make us a snack? Like, a yummy snack. A pizza!” 
“Pizza isn’t a snack, that’s dinner. Are you hungry for dinner?” 
“Yeah, yeah! Pizza!” 
Seeing Kirishima and Nene come in to join the group, Bakugou turned his attention to them, ignoring the feeling of Natsuki swinging his arm back and forth as she waited for her answer. “Would you like to join us?” 
“Sure!” Nene smiled happily, plopping down to sit on a bar stool on the other side of the kitchen island. “We haven’t had a full family hang out like this in a while!” 
“But first,” Kirishima stood behind her, one arm around her body while he leaned forward, propping himself up with his elbow on the countertop. “You gotta put on your glasses, man, I can’t take the unknown!” 
“Daddy is so cute with his glasses!” Natsuki giggled at the immediate glare Bakugou shot her way, sticking her tongue out at him as she went deadweight, swaying back and forth with only her grip on his hand to keep her up. “He actually looks smart!” 
“‘Actually’? Are you saying I look dumb otherwise?” Bakugou picked her up, holding the giggling and snickering child by the arm up near his chest. “Is that what you’re saying?” 
“Yeah! Daddy’s got a dumb face- pfft, hey! No!” Immediately with the insult, Bakugou flipped her in the air and snatched her by the legs so that she was upside down. “Daddy! You’re gonna make me dizzy!” Although she complained, she giggled and cackled as Bakugou walked her over to the refrigerator, guiding her to open it and grab a bottle of juice for the kids to enjoy. “Yay, melon juice! That’s a treat! Can I drink it upside down?” 
“No, you goof, you’ll spill it. Here, put it on the counter.” 
Once four child sized cups and a bag of chips was gathered in the same upside-down manner, Bakugou held Natsuki up high enough to give her a punishing kiss on the cheek before plopping her back down to stand normally on her feet. 
“Alright,” Bakugou began, opening the bottle of juice and catching the gaze of his lover nearby, who was already holding the phone up to her ear to order the demanded pizza. “Let’s get this party started, eh?” 
… 
“A-ah, fuck-!” Bakugou bit down on his bottom lip, pressing his forehead into the cool tile of the shower wall, eyes shut tightly as he did everything he could to keep his voice down. With one leg propped up on the seat they had built into the shower long ago, he kept his gaze locked onto his thigh, watching the warm water that cascaded down his back dribble and gather around his foot, doing all he could to focus. The pleasure made that incredibly difficult, one hand pumping his erect cock while the other was reached around behind him, two fingers plunging in and out of his asshole eagerly. Two months into preparing and practicing to allow Koge to use a strap on him had passed, and he had gotten to the point where he actually enjoyed the pleasure he gained from anal stimulation. 
Could he cum from it alone? No, he wasn’t quite there yet, but it did enhance it all for him in a way that he couldn’t really describe. Whatever sensitive little spot there was inside him really did drive him mad, and he would even get hard just thinking about it. He had also come to realize that going a normal day with an anal plug was not as easy as his friends had made it out to be, and that part of his training had been the most frustrating and difficult. But, it was effective, and Bakugou had gotten to where he could take at least a one and a half inch in width dildo comfortably. With the success of cumming with that, he knew that it was time to get Koge in on this, which is exactly what he was prepping for now. 
He had done the whole deal that Kirishima had talked to him about all day, from wearing a plug most of the day to masturbating at least a little bit before to loosen his body up. The kids were bummed off on his parents, so he didn’t have to worry about that, and Koge was waiting patiently in their bedroom, reading or doing who knows what. From what he could tell, she didn’t suspect anything, but he hoped that he could pull off being just his regular self-up until the very moment he decided to bring it up. He wanted to at least get them going, to pleasure her and get her all riled up so that she would want to do it. 
As he grew closer to his peak in the shower, just the thought of her using a strap on him brought on a new tingling under his skin, an excitement that he hadn’t experienced yet and that was so different from his initial thoughts about this so many months ago. His fear had blossomed into anticipation, and what he was so against before was something he now craved. He wanted so badly to do this with her, and he just hoped that it wouldn’t end up an awful or awkward experience. 
Clamping his teeth together and eyes shut tightly, it took all his willpower to not moan out as he finally came, the release so intense that his entire body felt weak in the few seconds afterwards. Fuck that feels good… It’ll be so intense with her doing it. Ugh, stop thinking about it, you idiot, you’ll get hard again too soon! That’s what I get for not fucking her on purpose the past few days, too, I guess. I just hope she’s as horny as I am. Pushing himself up to stand up straight, Bakugou finished up his very thorough shower and cleaned up the tile wall, doing everything he could to not think about Koge’s body or the pleasure he was hoping for. 
It didn’t help that the petite woman sitting on their bed was already practically naked, sitting within the puffy mess of pillows and blankets in nothing but her favorite silk nightgown. Very engrossed in whatever book she was reading, Bakugou took it upon himself to get her attention, grabbing a pillow and playfully whacking her with it hard enough to make her whine and topple over to the side, her book quickly abandoned in favor of trying to grab the pillow in his hands. 
“Rude! I was reading.” 
“Reading time is over, it’s time to pay attention to me.” His first pillow now out of commission, he simply grabbed another to smack her with, forcing giggles from her lips as she kicked her legs in defiance. 
“There’s nicer ways to get attention!” 
“But this is more fun.” Crawling up onto the bed, he began to pile the pillows on her body, unable to resist a smirk in amusement of her giggles. She was so adorable to him and he found himself just wanting to snatch onto her, but he didn’t have the chance as she exploded from the pile of pillows, tackling him down onto the bed with a war cry and expert skill. Her tiny frame was no match for him in such a battle, and he was easily able to roll them over and pin her beneath him, her arms held up over her head and legs fastened around his hips. She attempted to struggle and push him off with her feet against his hips, but found that she was no match for his brawny frame, a pout crossing her lips with her defeat. 
“You’re too fat! I can’t wrestle with you anymore like when we were teenagers. I could even win sometimes! Now I can’t even get both my hands around your forearm.” 
“That’s because you’re a little shrimp. My cute little shrimp.” His hands sliding up her arms, he let their fingers lace, placing tender kisses down the bridge of her flushed nose. “You’re so fucking cute.”
Cheeks flushing darker from the affection, Koge couldn’t resist her ear to ear smile, squeezing his hips playfully with her thighs. “You’re being so extra affectionate today. All day you’ve been so mushy! I love it.”
“Yeah? Well, you make it hard for me not to be.”
“I also just make you hard… apparently.” With a playful nuzzle of their noses, Koge rolled her hips up against his, stroking her exposed sex along the hard form of his cock beneath his boxers. “Hm?”
Smirk crossing his lips, Bakugou moved to hold both Kobe’s wrists in one hand, the other moving down to hold her hip to grind himself back against her. “Who could blame me?” A low groan rumbled in his chest as he rested his forehead against hers, merely teasing her with a hint of a kiss while his movements grew more eager. “You’re so fucking sexy in that little nightgown, and just the thought of getting to fuck you all day has been driving me crazy.”
“Well you have me now, Katsuki,” Each attempt she made to kiss him was fruitless as he continued to pull back every time, only making her more frustrated and push their grinding even further, until she was panting and gasping softly. “All to yourself. So why don’t you show me what you’ve been wanting?” 
“No, baby,” Bakugou ran hot kisses and nibbles along her neck and jawline, releasing her arms to caress her entire small frame up against him tighter. “I want you to tell me what you want. To do what you want. Anything.” Catching her gaze, he saw surprise only for a moment before excitement took over, her mind immediately going to work to decide on what exactly it was she wanted. That guilt he had felt for being so selfish in their sexual endeavors creeped back upon him in that moment, but her eagerness was quick to pull him back as her hands slipped down between their bodies, freeing his cock from his boxers. 
“I just want you inside me, Katsuki. I just want you to make me cum… please.”
“You don’t have to beg, Utsuro. I told you. Anything you want.” Once her hands were moved out of the way, Bakugou took the chance to sink his entire length into her, bringing a pleasured groan from his throat as Koge moaned. “Ah fuck..! You want to cum, baby? I’ll make you cum-“
“A-ah, yes! Yes!” Koge clutched onto him tightly, pleasure rocketing through her body with the rhythmic thrusting of his hips. The sweet squeaking of her voice as he dug himself deep into her core was enough to drive Bakugou mad, wanting to give her more just so he could hear her moan and scream louder for him. He wanted to do all of this for her, to give her anything she wanted, and her first orgasm was quick to clash into her like a violent wave. It came with nails in his skin, fingers clutching his hair and her body trembling and twitching against him, her voice praising him and soft lips against his ear. This woman was perfection, and he’d be damned if he left her unsatisfied or unhappy for a single moment. 
Before her high could dissipate, he returned to rolling his hips in slower and softer motions, moving his lips back to hers as he dug his fingers into her hair. “You like that, babygirl? You want more?” 
Struggling to speak between her moans, his kisses, and hitching breath, Koge kept her eyes locked with his, her nails raking down his sides to send ticklish and pleasured tingles across his skin. “K-Katsuki… You’ll do anything I want?” 
“Anything.” 
“I… Can I sit on your face? Please?” 
“Don’t ask me.” Bakugou increased his efforts, slamming into her rougher to get his point across, sending her into a new round of moans with the eye rolling pleasure. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.” 
“Mm… I- I, a-ah-! I want…- Fu-fuck, fuck! Your cock feels so fucking good, I can’t think!” 
Smirking against her lips, Bakugou took this opportunity to tease her a bit, sliding his hand under her head to grab a fist full of her hair. “You have to tell me, Utsuro, or I can’t stop. This is all you… So tell me.” 
“I-I want to sit on your face! Please-!” 
“-No begging-!” 
“Now!” Koge clutched onto his cheeks, fighting through the pleasure to press her forehead into his and glare up at him in frustration. “Lay your ass down!” 
“Mm fuck, that’s it, baby. You’re so sexy when you’re aggressive.” Bakugou kissed her passionately, stopping his movements to instead scoop her body up against his, maneuvering them to where he was laying on his back. Not a second passed that he was settled that Koge had shifted herself off his cock to instead straddle his head, steadying herself on the headboard of the bed. Bakugou took to eating her out immediately once her hips were in his grip, doing what he could to ignore the antsy twitching of his cock at the sound of her moans. 
He had an idea of why she had chosen this exact position. Even though Bakugou truly did love eating her out, this was never particularly one of his favorite ways to do so, and they had talked about that many times. Koge, however, loved it, and he knew that it was more rare for her than what she would have liked. They compromised how they could, of course, and nearly every sexual endeavor they had involved him eating her out one way or another. But by choosing to do it this way, he knew that she was really testing him to see if he was being honest, and he was glad she was being so bold, especially with what his endgame was. He needed her to be bold and firm enough to either ask for the pegging, or to accept his request when he brings it up. 
“K-Katsuki,” Koge spoke breathlessly, digging her fingers into his hair as she was unable to resist a slow rocking of her hips. “R-right there! Ah, fuck!” Her body began to tremble, his hands sliding up her body to grip and squeeze her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples as he pleased. How turned on she had become was apparent by the incredible flow of her essence that coated his face, and when she finally came again, he couldn’t help but smirk at the feeling of it beginning to drip down the sides of his neck. This is exactly how he wanted her, so eager and consumed with pleasure that she would push him for the things she wanted. Her next demand came after a moment of resting to catch her breath, loosening the tight grip her thighs had on his head. 
“When I move, put your arms up above your head and keep them there.” Carefully, Koge slipped backwards to sit on his chest, then his stomach, until she came to rest between his legs. Bakugou did as commanded, resting his arms under his head comfortably to watch her, though he couldn’t help a slight twinge of embarrassment as his boxers were stripped and flung away to the void that was their bedroom floor. He didn’t really know where the embarrassment came from. Maybe it was the glee in her gaze that made him feel flustered? It was obvious that she was excited, and he wanted to know exactly what was running through that clever head of hers. 
With a firm touch, Koge took his aching cock into her hands, teasing his tip with her hot tongue and letting her saliva flow freely to stroke up and down his length with ease. Just this initial touch from her was enough to make him want to reach down and dig his fingers into her hair, but Bakugou did as he was told, keeping his arms in place as she pleasured him. Well, in truth, it was more like teasing, giving him only hints of true pleasure with every touch, lick, and kiss. It only made him ache more, and he couldn’t resist a light rising or bucking of his hips when it was too much, groaning and cursing in his frustration. 
“Damn it, Utsuro…! That’s driving me fucking crazy!” 
“Is it?” Koge smirked against his sensitive flesh, her hands squeezing and stroking slowly all the way up his shaft until right below his tip, before sliding back down to avoid his most pleasurable areas. Again, Bakugou couldn’t resist a frustrated grunt and shifting of his hips, now clutching on to the pillow beneath his head. 
“Yes! You’re being a tease!” 
“You were the one that said I could do whatever I wanted. Here, let’s do something different, then.” Gripping his legs behind his knees, Koge pushed up and back until his body was bent, immediately making Bakugou flush a bright red and shout out in surprise. “You’re so flexible, Katsuki! All that stretching and weird movements do you pay off.” 
“U-Utsuro, what the fuck-” 
“Hold your legs, pretty please?” Koge leaned over him, smiling slyly in pleasure at just how flustered Bakugou was becoming, and it only grew as he followed her direction to hold onto his legs to keep his body contorted how she wanted. He wasn’t quite used to having his dick so close to his face, or his entire body exposed in such a way, but he couldn’t protest. He had given her this chance, and even if it was different for him, it wasn’t something that he hated. He just needed to adjust and let it all happen, and the excited throbbing of his cock was confirmation enough that he wanted to let it happen. 
“Hmmm, I’ve never had a view like this before.” Koge slipped one arm into an easy position so that she could continue to stroke his member, slowly and lightly pleasuring him as she trailed kisses and nibbles along the underside of his thigh. “You being so shy is cute, but you’re so sexy, Katsuki.” Within the same breath as her words, she ran her tongue along the form of his balls, sucking them into her mouth and increasing the tightness of her hand around his cock. Bakugou couldn’t resist the deep groan that rattled in his chest, though he found it difficult to keep a hold of his legs or stay in position, and he nearly crumbled into himself the instant her tongue slid across his asshole. 
“Ah fuck, Utsuro-” Bakugou did what he could to control the nervous waiver of his voice, though he wasn’t as successful as he would have hoped. “Straight to it, eh?” 
“Well I have a question for you.” Koge continued to tease his sensitive skin, from the base of his cock to his waiting hole, her fingers still pleasuring his straining cock. “I’ve noticed that some of my toys have been missing from my drawer for a while… And even some of my anal plugs. There’s even an unmarked bottle of liquid hidden under your sink in the bathroom. Did you really think you could hide it from me?”
Throat growing strangled from the confrontation, Bakugou couldn’t find it within himself to answer, though his embarrassed crimson gaze locking with hers was clearly enough of a confession as Koge’s lips curved into a smirk. 
“Ah ha… I knew it. What a guilty look. I had thought at first that maybe you pulled them out to use on me. But when that never happened, I began to suspect something else… But I couldn’t ever be sure.” Slipping her hand between her legs, Koge coated it in her slick before running her delicate fingers around his sensitive hole. “And it’s extra clean down here, even for just taking a shower. You wanted me to want this, huh?” As two of her fingers slipped inside him, Bakugou couldn’t stop a sharp intake of breath, his cock twitching eagerly in her hand and face burning violently. 
Even though her fingers were small, the pleasure of her moving them within him paired with the more rigorous stroking of his cock and new sucking on his balls brought forth a restrained moan, leaning his head back and doing what he could to push down the embarrassment to enjoy it. He had always been pretty vocal during sex, and those sounds pushed through the attempted restraint easily, especially as the pleasure grew. It felt so good, more than he had ever really expected, though when her fingers finally curved at just the right angle, he nearly lost it, releasing one of his legs to reach down and take hold of her head. 
“S-stop! Wait-!” 
Confused, Koge did as asked, removing her fingers from him in worry that she had hurt him. “What’s wrong? Did I do something that hurt you?” 
“No-” Breathing heavily to catch his breath from the rush, Bakugou ran his fingers through her hair gently, leaning his head back and closing his eyes to ground himself. “No. I don’t want to cum yet.” 
“It was that fast?” 
“I just wasn’t ready for it. I didn’t expect it to feel so different with you doing it instead. I have something for you, anyway.” Reaching down between the mattress and headboard, Bakugou pulled out a plastic bag that held said surprise, shoving it towards her and dropping it into her waiting hands before he let himself bail on the entire thing. Immediately upon feeling the concealed item, Koge’s eyes lit up and her face flushed bright red, digging her nails into the plastic to rip it open instead of taking the extra time to undo the knot that held it closed.
The excited squeal that left her lips immediately had Bakugou covering his eyes with his arms, groaning in momentary regret, though it was drowned out by her excited rambling. “Katsuki! Are you serious? Are you sure? You’ve prepped this much? This one is nice, it’s double ended! Oh, and fancy lube! You really mean it-” 
“-Of course I mean it!” Bakugou snapped to silence her, though he couldn’t find the confidence to remove his arms from over his face. “But you had better get on with it before I change my mind, or my boner goes away!” 
“Neither is gonna happen.” 
The sound of the bag being tossed away and the bed shifting as Koge sat up on her knees to put on the strap only increased Bakugou’s nervousness, closing his hands into tight fists as he struggled to even keep his quirk in check, which was a feeling he hadn’t had since high school. All the thoughts he had months ago came rushing back to him, making his stomach twist and head spin. It was time now, and there wasn’t any going back, not without absolutely crushing her. 
I can take it. It’ll be fine. It’s just Koge. She won’t make me feel small or vulnerable. It’s fine-
“Katsuki.” 
The soft and comforting sound of her voice pulled him back, bringing attention to the fact that he had been breathing quite heavily in his panic. Gathering himself, he moved his arms just enough to be able to peek up at her, the burning in his face somehow growing hotter just at the sight of her, strap in place and smiling down at him softly. She had removed her nightgown and was left mostly bare, her soft beauty bringing back those urges of pleasure in whatever way he could have her. Though, she surprised him as she held her hands out, wiggling her fingers to urge him to take them. 
“Sit up, love.” 
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bakugou took Koge’s hands and sat up, sliding his hands up her arms as she moved to straddle his lap. Her delicate touch sent tingles all across his skin as her hands worked their way up to caress his cheeks, and her tender kisses soothed his nerves almost instantly. She was so understanding of him, not moving on in pleasuring him until his hands moved down to take a generous squeeze of her backside, to which she responded in kind by stroking his strained and twitching member. Though, she was quick to pair it with the pressure of the toy she had strapped to her hips, using both her hands to hold it against his cock and rock her hips lightly. At some point before she got on him, she had slathered the toy in lube already without him noticing, and he couldn’t help but groan eagerly against her lips. 
“I’ll be gentle with you, Katsuki. Unless you tell me otherwise.” Koge caught his gaze, nudging her nose against his to keep his attention. “How do you want to lay?” 
“Just… on my back. I can’t promise I won’t cum fast, I’m struggling.” 
“That’s okay. I’ll just make you eat me out again if I don’t get to before you do.” 
“Tch,” Bakugou couldn’t resist the smirk on his lips, letting one of his hands come down hard onto her backside in punishment of her snarky comment. “Whatever you want, baby. But you’d better hurry up before I change my mind.” Gripping tightly onto her hips, Bakugou used his strength to push her back so that her butt plopped onto the bed, giving him room to lay down again. Huffing, Koge snatched onto the previously discarded lube bottle, putting the liquid on the toy and over his cock, using her hand to spread it down over his balls and between his cheeks. 
“I’m about to wreck you and you’re being a smartass. You’d better watch it, or I’ll change my mind. Then you won’t get to cum at all.” Putting his legs into position, and finding that she needed to prop a pillow under his hips due to their size difference, Koge positioned the tip of the toy at his waiting asshole, catching his gaze one last time for final approval. Just feeling the tip threatening to enter had his heart racing, and after a final moment of internal nervous panic, Bakugou gave a small nod. The instant it slipped inside, slowly digging in inch by inch, Bakugou had to cover his face again with his arms, struggling to not beg or moan like a bitch in heat. Everything about it was different, from the unfamiliar feeling of this particular toy to the way it filled him and pressed against every sensitive spot he had discovered, and then some. It was incredible, and with the first roll of her hips that brought the toy nearly all the way out of him before plunging back inside, his voice broke with a trembling whine. 
“That’s okay, Katsuki?” Although he couldn’t see her, Bakugou could just hear that Koge was already totally lost in this, even though she kept her current movements slow and steady as she waited for his response. It was difficult for him to open his mouth and restrain his moans, so all he could manage was his typical grunt of agreement, his hands clenching into fists with her slight increase of pace.
Bakugou knew that it was going to end up feeling good. He knew that it was going to embarrass the shit out of him and that he was going to struggle to gather himself once she started. What he hadn’t expected was how he already wanted to beg for more, how his body craved to feel the pleasure crash onto him faster and harder. He hadn’t expected that he was going to strain to hold back his voice to this extent, that each thrust had him wanting to cry out and moan. He hadn’t expected to love it this much so early on. 
“Look at me, Katsuki.” 
He couldn’t. He was sure that the embarrassment would kill him if he had to watch her, but her next move just proved that he really didn’t have a choice. A sharp snap of her hips and rougher pace finally forced all the restrained air from his lungs, his arms moving up so he could clutch on tightly onto the pillow his head rested on. “F-fuck, Utsuro, you can’t- you can’t just- a-ah, damn it!” Still refusing to look at her, Bakugou turned his face into his bicep, teeth clamped shut tightly to do everything he could to hold himself back. He couldn’t turn into a horny little bitch so easily, even if every thrust and the feeling of his cock slapping against his abdomen was driving him nearly mad. His pride wouldn’t let him break just yet, but it was quite clear that Koge wasn’t going to have it. 
“Just let it out, you stubborn brat,” Koge’s voice was tinted with her own pleasure, stimulated from the other end of the strap that rested inside her. “You didn’t care about moaning or hiding yourself while I sucked you off or fingered you. Look at me, Katsuki, and just let it loose.” 
Her hand wrapping around his cock and the first stroke paired with the anal stimulation is what broke him, his entire body shuddering and the restraint of his voice shattering into loud curses and moans. “Fucking shit, Koge-! That’s it! Fucking harder!” 
“Greedy, huh? Only if you look at me.” 
There was hesitation, but it was brief, as the craving for more was stronger than his embarrassment as he grew closer to his release. Opening his burning eyes, he finally tilted his head more to face her, gazing over every inch of her beautiful body and the way her hips slammed eagerly into his. What really captivated him was her expression, flushed and hazed over with lust and excitement more than he had seen in a long time. She was completely lost in the moment, and a smirk crossed her lips as he finally caught her gaze. 
“There you are. Now don’t hold back, love. No one can hear you but me, and you’re so sexy like this,” As a reward for him finally looking, she gave him what he had asked for, pushing him closer and closer to his release. “But I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you.” 
The lack of pleasure from her hand on his cock hand him immediately bringing his own hand down to do as she told him, pumping eagerly. There was no longer any restraint or control of himself like he had to start with, and he allowed himself to grow lost in it all, not caring about how he may be perceived. It was just them and the pleasure, for how long he wasn’t even sure, and before he knew it, he was teetering on the edge of release.
“I’m going to fucking cum, Utsuro-! I can’t fucking hold it anymore!” 
“Do it, Katsuki,” Koge pushed his hand away so she could stroke him instead, wanting to bring him to orgasm completely on her own, keeping the pace of her hips steady. Hands free again, Bakugou couldn’t resist clutching onto the pillow he rested on at his hips, his head tilting back as he let the pleasure overwhelm him. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-!” His release was more intense than anything he had ever felt before, and all that time masturbating didn’t prepare him for it like he had expected. His entire body was on fire, the crash of pleasure nearly sending his eyes rolling back. It was euphoria and took much longer to come down than normal, though his first deep intake of breath was quick to bring him back to reality. The first thing he noticed was the incredible amount of hot cum all over his stomach and chest, surprised that it was so much even after having cum just an hour before in the shower. “Holy shit…” 
“Holy shit is right, Katsuki,” Having clearly cum herself, Koge carefully removed the toy from within him before flopping back to sit on her butt, propping herself up on her arms as she heaved to catch her breath. “Humping like that is hard work!” 
Bakugou couldn’t resist a chuckle, letting his arm come up to flop back over his eyes as his body struggled to recover. “Don’t be a pussy.” 
“I still can’t believe you even wanted this. At first I couldn’t understand where my toys were going and stuff, but I really didn’t expect it to be ‘cause you were training.” 
With the click of the strap-on harness coming loose, Bakugou peeked under his arm to look at his lover, who was more focused on removing the toy than watching him. The contented smile on her flushed face had the butterflies in his stomach turn crazed, feeling the heat in his own cheeks spread almost down to his toes, and the urge to clutch on to her was nearly suffocating. Sitting up on weak arms, he yanked the petite woman over to him, who cuddled up into his lap and against his chest without protest or being bothered by bodily liquids that coated them both. In fact, she hummed happily, nuzzling her face up into his neck as he caressed her close. 
“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think I’d be able to do it or that I would like it at all,” Bakugou spoke as softly as his gruff voice would allow, running his hands along the soft flesh of her thigh. “But it was… Fucking awesome. Sorry I was such a prick about it for so long.” 
“I had a feeling you’d like it! And I think how shy you were was really, really cute. But it’s also so sexy, Katsuki. This whole thing was amazing, I don’t think I’ve been this turned on in a while. Trying new things always gets me super crazy.” 
“Well hopefully this will keep you crazy.” Bakugou urged her head up a bit to kiss her lips softly. “Won’t be the last time.” 
“Can I do you doggy next time?” 
Ignoring her question for the moment, he showered her with more affectionate kisses, running his fingers through her hair softly. He wasn’t sure why, but this entire experience had him feeling so close to her, so accepted and safe that he couldn’t restrain his adoration for her. “Mm… Why? I thought you liked me looking at you.” 
“I do. But I want to see that cute bubble butt of yours jiggle.” 
“Then no.” 
“Well, I say yes.” Cupping his cheeks, Koge squished them together playfully, kissing his puckered lips in punishment. “Let me spank you.” 
“Never!” Breaking free from her grip, Bakugou first gave the tip of her nose a vengeful nibble before blowing a rough raspberry onto her cheek, ignoring her giggles and squeals as he leaned forward to cocoon her down onto the bed beneath him. “You have to work for that privilege!” 
“I will! I will get the chance to spank that booty. But seriously, Katsuki,” Koge paused for a moment, gently pushing his bangs back out of his face so she could better catch his gaze. “Thank you for trusting me.” 
“Tch, of course I trust you. Thank you for not making me feel like a pathetic horny bitch. 
“Oh, but my Katsuki, you are a horny bitch. Ouch, don’t bite me! Meanie!” 
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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years
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Midnight Whispers
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Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)
Story Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff / Angst / Romance / Domestic
Story Warnings: Arguments, Cursing, Makeup Sex (vaginal), Hair Pulling, Bakugou Cries, Self Esteem Issues and Self Degradation, Hurt / Comfort
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Daily bickering was a common occurrence between Bakugou and Koge, as it had been for their entire lives. A snide comment here. A bark to pick up socks there. A whine to not put that much spice in the food. Or salt. Depends on who was cooking, of course. With someone as headstrong and easily agitated as Bakugou as a lover, it was something that Koge had grown accustomed to, and she was easily able to weed out the serious issues from the complaints that had a tendency to leave his lips without a single thought. She wasn’t much better, and she could admit that, usually snapping right back at him with her own dry humor or sarcasm that would more often than not set him off into immediate frustration. But, as a married couple with three children to care for, bickering was bound to happen, especially if it had always been present between the couple since the first day they met. 
More often than not, it was just a split second of annoyance at something the other had done, before it was filed away in the back of their minds and they returned to loving each other with a final huff or kiss on the cheek to signify that the issue was over. Sure, it wasn’t always a quick fix or easily tamed situation, but they always came out of it together, with understanding and a commitment to change. They never went to bed angry, even if it was a problem that would take days, weeks, or months to fix. Anything that was wrong, they knew that they could conquer it together, and they had learned from experience that isolating themselves and trying to deal with their problems on their own only caused harm to their relationship. 
So the fact that Koge was laying in their bed alone was honestly quite astonishing to her. Nothing about the way they had argued this time had been right. What had started out as just a small comment to make sure he gets his clothes in the dirty bin and not just all over the floor blew up into a rage that she hadn’t expected at all. Sure, she could have dealt with his typical snide comment of “Yes, Master” or something more sarcastic. But what he had said made her snap back at him without thinking, and it all exploded in typical Bakugou fashion from that moment on. 
“Katsuki, really, can’t you just toss your clothes in the bin? It’s not that hard. You’ve been bad about it lately. I already have to pick up after the kids all day, I shouldn’t have to pick up after you, too.” Koge huffed as she snatched a pair of Bakugou’s sweatpants, boxers and a t-shirt from off the floor, glowering at her lover as he exited the master ensuite with a towel around his hips. He had just returned home from a late shift doing his hero duties, and he had been quite grumpy, but that didn’t excuse him acting like a slob. If it had just been this one time, sure, she could deal with it, but that wasn’t the case. 
Every day for nearly two weeks he’d come home late and act like a total mooch. He’d eat, shower, laze around, not clean up after himself like he should, fuck Koge on occasion, and then go straight to sleep. She hadn’t brought it up yet because she assumed that maybe he was just going through a funk, but at this point, it was exhausting. 
With an annoyed click of his tongue, Bakugou stopped at his dresser, pulling open his boxer drawer without even looking at her. “Well sorry for making your life as a fucking housewife so damn difficult, Utsuro.” 
Koge paused mid bend, her fingers lightly resting against the fabric of his jacket that he had also abandoned when he returned home that night. Her stomach churning in shock of his comment, she stood up straight, placing both of her hands firmly on her hips. “Excuse me?” 
“You heard me.” Bakugou glared at her over his shoulder. “What’s your problem? I come home from a twelve-hour shift, working to support you and the kids on my own, and you can’t even handle picking up some fucking clothes?” 
“Katsuki, that’s not-” Koge’s voice hitched as she grew lost in what to say to him. “That’s not fair! I spend all day, literally from the moment that you get up at four until we both go to sleep keeping the house clean, doing all the laundry, cooking, taking care of the kids. It’s not just picking up the clothes!” 
Bakugou gave a roll of his eyes, dropping his towel to the floor as he pulled on some boxers. “Oh yeah, because that’s just as hard as what I do.” 
“I’m not claiming that it is. This isn’t a competition about who does more, Katsuki. All I need is for you to take five more seconds to put your clothes away or put your damn dishes in the sink! I’m not asking you to break your damn back when you get home. Just… I just want you to stop acting like you’re nothing but a mooching roommate who gets free food and pussy when he feels like it.” Storming over, Koge snatched his towel up off the ground, glaring up at him even though his broad and muscular body dwarfed her. “We’re a team, aren’t we? That’s what we’ve always said.” 
“Tch, sure, yeah. A team.” Bakugou hissed through his teeth, agitated snarl on his lips. “We’re a fucking team. I go work my ass off all day and risk my life to bring in money, while you sit around playing and changing fucking diapers. What a team.” 
Feeling her chest beginning to tighten, Koge did her best to blink away the burning in her eyes, clutching onto the towel tightly with both hands. “Why are you being like this? You’ve never been so mean about me staying home! And it’s only until Atsuki is old enough, then I’m going back to work. I’ve only been staying home for two years!” 
“Yeah, two years. Two years of me busting my ass for you, and all you can do is be a little bitch about picking up after me!” 
“Don’t talk to me like that! And will you look at me, stop facing away!” Koge placed both hands on his shoulder, having to use quite a bit of force to get him to turn and face her. The dark and angry glare on his face brought a lump up into her throat, tears beginning to gather up in her lashes. “Just because you’ve been working so hard doesn’t give you the right to shit on me like this, when I’m the only reason you come home to a hot meal and clean clothes!” 
“I could do it all on my own without you, don’t think so highly of yourself.” 
All Koge’s anger was immediately crushed into nothing but a smoldering pain, the tears finally escaping down her cheeks as her entire body went numb with shock. His rough expression faltered for just a moment at the sight of her tears, but in typical stubborn fashion, he refused to back down. “Oh, here come the fucking tears, huh? You know, it’s always been about you, you, you. You’re the one that’s depressed. You’re the one that’s struggling to love herself. You’re the one who’s fucking weak-” 
“Stop it!” 
“Well what about me, huh? Over all our years, have you ever even thought that I’d be struggling? That I’m the one who needs help, support, or maybe just a little fucking appreciation now and again?” 
“You never want to talk to me about these things, it’s not my fault that you’re a fucking brick wall that even I can’t get through! You don’t want to let anyone more than elbow deep in your shit, what the hell do you expect me to do?!” Koge took a moment to wipe the tears from her cheeks, though that ended up being a fruitless attempt as more were quick to replace them. “I support and appreciate you always. I’ve always been here for you! But you’re the one that acts all tough and like nothing is wrong until you explode!” 
“You’re one to fucking bark about hiding your shit, don’t start with that.” 
“Then just talk to me about it,” a hiccup interrupted her, placing her hand tenderly on his bicep to try and pull him back out of his haze of anger. “I am and always will be here for you, Katsuki. Always.” 
“You don’t fucking get it, Koge.” Bakugou shoved her hand away with a nudge, turning back to his dresser to pull out some sweatpants. “Everything that I do. Everything that I’ve ever tried to do. Fucking pointless.” 
“It’s not pointless, Katsuki. Look how successful you are, and you have a family that loves you! I love you. That isn’t enough?” 
As he finished getting dressed, Bakugou didn’t spare her another glance as he headed into the bedroom, ignoring the fact that she was at his heels. Snatching his pillow off the bed, he gave a heavy sigh, ruffling his still damp blonde locks as he paused. For a moment, he stared down at the bed, as if he were contemplating everything that had been said and what he was about to do. 
“Koge… All of the love and success in the world could never make up for the shit I’ve done and the weak person that I am.”  
 Then he left her there, standing alone in their bedroom as he made his way down the stairs. Having closed the bedroom door behind him, his footsteps vanished quickly, leaving her aching for the sound of them returning. For the ten or so minutes she stood there waiting, the silence only grew heavier and heavier on her chest, until she was left sobbing into the damp towel she was still holding. In the end, she tried to sleep, but the empty space beside her was colder and lonelier than it had ever been. She could smell him on the sheets, and as she laid there in the darkness, she found herself waiting for the heat of his touch that wouldn’t come. 
All she could do was lay there and let her mind go crazy. Why had he gone off on her like that? And what did it all mean? Was he actually growing tired of her and his family? Had they truly become such a distraction to his goals, and did he feel guilty about that? Did he not feel good enough for everything he had accomplished? There were so many things that it could be, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever truly get a real explanation from him. 
Giving a heavy sigh, Koge turned her back to his side of the bed, looking at the digital clock that rested on her nightstand. The bright green color hurt her sore eyes for a moment, bringing her to blink a few times to alleviate the sting and clear the blur. It was just past two in the morning, meaning that she had been laying there awake and upset for almost four hours at this point. But, before she could try to contemplate what it was she should do, the small date on the bottom left corner of the clock caught her attention. 
Instantly, she felt her heart ache, pulling her blankets tighter around her as she realized what it was that could have set him so on edge. This past day had been the anniversary of not only his kidnapping when he was a first year in high school, but also the day that All Might - Bakugou’s hero and inspiration - was forced to retire during the fight to rescue him. For weeks and months afterwards, Bakugou blamed himself for what had happened, and Koge had been there for him every second that she could. Even now, at thirty-three, Bakugou still had bad dreams and memories that created an amalgamation of issues for him. 
He was strong and could hide it well, but Koge knew that it was something that he still hadn’t recovered from. The fact that it was the anniversary of one of the most traumatizing days of his life would surely explain why he had such a short fuse with her earlier. Did something happen that she hadn’t been aware of? 
Giving a small whine, Koge pulled the blanket up to her face, crying quietly into the fluffy fleece fabric. Even if something did happen… What he said was awful. I can’t just let that slip. But what should I do? 
Growing frustrated, the petite woman cried out and kicked all the blankets off her, rolling over onto her back to glare up at the dark ceiling. She couldn’t stand this! They never went to bed angry at each other like this. Why the hell hadn’t he marched up there to try and talk it out yet? Did he expect her to come down and apologize or something? She hadn’t even done anything wrong! 
Still, she knew him. She knew that stubborn, hardheaded brat like the back of her hand, and she knew that he wouldn't apologize first. He was going to avoid this for as long as he could, which would be until morning when he had to get up to head to work. She wouldn’t put it past him to try and avoid her all morning, too, putting it off even further until he arrived home again. That was something that she couldn’t stand the thought of.
She wanted to resolve all of this. 
Now. 
With a huff, Koge stood, snatching the baby monitor off the nightstand to take it downstairs with her, just in case Atsuki began to cry while they were down there. Gathering her resolve, she snuck down the hallway to the stairs, being sure to not let a single sound alert either her children or Bakugou to her presence. 
It was dark and chilly in the hall, with only the light from the windows along the stairwell allowing pale blue light to conquer the shadows. As she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped and listened, finding that there wasn’t a single sound outside of the ticking of a decorative wall clock in the living room space. While standing there, she couldn’t help but look over what she could see of her home, the moonlight creating such an ethereal glow over the modern decor. 
This home was so special to her. Bakugou had built it, for her and their - at the time - future children. It had been almost ten years ago, now, that she first walked through the beautiful blue front door. He had done this for them. There was no way he could be tired of her after everything he had done. It wasn’t possible. 
Blinking away the new tears that threatened to fall, Koge let out a quiet, trembling breath before starting to make her way down the stairs. About halfway down she paused as she heard shuffling, her pale blue gaze darting to the large couch in the living room. The back faced the stairs, so all she could see was Bakugou’s arms, which came to rest up and over the armrest. With the limp position and uncoordinated movement, Koge assumed that he had actually been able to fall asleep, which didn’t surprise her much. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and who knows how long he spent brooding over what had happened before he crashed. 
The theory that he was already asleep was confirmed when Koge got to the bottom of the stairs, able to hear his deep, steady breathing and light snoring. 
Jerk, Koge thought as she approached the couch. Able to be a bitch and then just go straight to sleep. He’s such a… mess? What is all that mess? Coming around the side of the couch, Koge’s eyes first landed on the coffee table, which he at some point had pulled up closer to the couch. Haphazardly placed upon it was his phone, his work planner that he kept surprisingly good track of, and a pile of crumpled tissue paper from the box nearby. 
Those tissues were the oddest things to her. He wasn’t sick, and she was pretty sure he hadn’t used them for anything weird. Had he been… crying or something? As if on cue with her thoughts, the man sleeping on the couch beside her gave a rough inhale through his nose, starling her. Finally looking down at him, she felt her heart soften, just from the absolute absurdity of his position and soft expression. On his back, both of his arms were up over his head, one tucked under his pillow while the other hung limply off the armrest. His face was turned to rest against his left bicep, cheek squished in and mouth open to accommodate his stuffed-up nose. As for his legs, one was bent at the knee while the other hung awkwardly off the couch, and it was very obvious that he had grown used to sleeping in a large bed where his body had all the room it needed. 
Shockingly, the fleece blanket he had thrown over himself to sleep was still in place, pulled up to his collarbone and covering his torso to his knees. Stupid boy… that blanket is too small for him. He does look comfortable, though… But his nose is all red. When did he fall asleep? Glancing back at the table, Koge put the baby monitor down quietly, before stepping in closer to him. The face that had been scrunched up in anger was so soft now, completely void of the harsh lines that creased his fair skin. She could perfectly imagine the moments in their life when he had looked at her so softly, holding her close and showering her with affection.  
Sniffling, Koge reached down to run her fingers through the soft tufts of blonde hair along his forehead, her fingertips lightly tracing along his temple and across his cheek. It was then that she could feel something she hadn’t noticed before, a wetness that he had neglected to clean up. He had been crying, self-isolated down here with nothing but his thoughts to torment him. Just like she had been. 
In that moment of wiping away the tear with her thumb, Koge knew that he regretted what he had said. She knew that he was upset with himself, that he was ashamed and would rather let out all his emotions alone than have to face her with his shame. Because he was stubborn and prideful, and he couldn’t let his weakness show, not when it was something that tormented him so. Although what he had said hurt her, she needed to push him to rectify this, and in the still of the night, she knew that they could do it. Together, hidden from the rest of the world, they needed to bare their souls to each other and forgive. 
There was a soft groan from his throat at her touch, his face turning more into his arm as his body tensed and stretched. Koge kept her hand on his cheek gently, softly stroking his skin to try and pull him into consciousness, pairing it with a soft cooing of his name. 
“Katsuki? Katsukiiii…” 
With a deep inhale through his nose, which rattled with his congestion, Bakugou’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, barely glancing over her figure in the moonlight before he rested his hand over hers. 
“Utsuro…” Turning his head slowly, he pressed his lips against her palm, kissing her skin softly as if he were waking her up on a typical morning. His softness brought a new round of burning to her eyes, her free hand running through his hair again softly. 
“Yes, Katsuki… Wake up, love.” 
He was still for a moment, nearly falling back asleep before his eyes opened again. This time, they stayed open, glancing around his surroundings with hooded eyelids. When his tired crimson gaze finally landed back on her, his eyes widened slightly, as if he were shocked to see her there. “What are you doing, Utsuro?” He pulled her hand away from his lips, tightening his grip on her hand as his brow furrowed with worry. 
“I couldn’t sleep. I… I wanted to come talk to you.” 
“No… fuck off.” He pushed her hand away and slapped the other out of his hair, glaring at her stomach through his sleepy haze. “Go back to bed.” Although he tried to sound threatening, his voice wavered, and the way his eyebrows furrowed upwards was a clear sign to Koge that he had heard it, too. He wasn’t going to be able to keep himself composed. 
“I won’t. I’m not letting you get away again. I forgive you, Katsuki, I want to talk about it-” 
“No!” Bakugou’s voice spiked with his frustration, but he quickly lowered it as he heard it echo through the open room, being conscious of his sleeping children. “You can’t forgive me so easily! Get away from me!” 
“Shhh, Katsuki,” Before he could move, Koge lifted and slipped under the fleece blanket, sitting on his stomach. 
“Get off--!” 
“It’s okay,” As his body began to shake with the last little hold he had on his emotions, Koge took hold of both of his cheeks, stroking them softly with her thumbs as she rested her body down against him. “Let it out, Katsuki. It’s just me.” 
With her touch and soothing words, Bakugou’s face further contorted with sadness, before the tears rushed down his cheeks with the rough release of his breath. The sight of him so broken like this instantly crushed Koge’s heart, but she kept her own composure, pressing her forehead against his tenderly. “Shh… I’m here, Katsuki. It’s okay.” 
“Koge… Fuck, I’m sorry-” Bakugou wrapped his arms around her like a vice, one hand buried into her hair at the back of her head while the other clutched her body close. Even his legs lifted as his body turned a bit towards the back of the couch, doing everything he could to make sure she was as physically close to him as possible. “I didn’t mean it!” 
“I know you didn’t,” Koge allowed him the time to release all the built-up emotions, wiping away the hot tears with her thumbs. To allow him in closer, she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him hide his face into her chest and soak her t-shirt with his tears. She stroked his hair softly, lightly rubbing and massaging his scalp with her fingers and her nails. “I know, Katsuki… It’s okay.” 
“It’s not! It’s fucking not!” Bakugou moved his other arm down around her torso, squeezing her closer. Even though his grip was tight, he held her like she was a priceless treasure, secure yet comforting and tender. “I told you I didn’t need you! I’m so damn stupid…” 
“Shh… You don’t have to explain yourself right now, Katsuki--” 
“You’re my everything and I talked to you like you’re a piece of fucking gum on my shoe. All because I’m fucking tired. I’m so tired.” 
Frown crossing her lips, Koge nuzzled her face into his hair, closing her eyes to try and control her own tears. “You’re my everything, too, Katsuki… I could never be happy without you. And I’m so blessed that I get to have you come home to me every day. I… I know that something must have happened to make you feel so bad about yourself. But I need you to know something, okay…?” Pausing for a moment to wait and see if he wanted to respond, she took his silence and sniffles as permission to continue. 
“You are not weak… And you deserve all the fame you’ve gained, and all the love you receive. You deserve your happiness. I love you. And even if everyone else turns their backs on you, I will be here. Forever. Always.” 
There was a moment of silence between them, with nothing but the clicking of the clock and the sounds of his congested breathing and sniffles. Eventually, he lifted his head up to face her, his cheeks flushed so dark that she could see it even in the dim light. Smiling softly, Koge used her fingers to wipe his tears away again, before using her t-shirt to get his nose. “Snotty.” 
Scrunching up his face in detest of her pinching and wiping his nose, Bakugou gave a click of his tongue. “Hey, I’m not one of the kids!” 
“Maybe not, but you’re still my baby.” Caressing his cheeks, Koge leaned in to kiss the bridge of his nose softly. “My Katsuki. I love you so much.” 
“But I… still need to explain myself. Why I acted out like a fucking asshole…” 
“Don’t worry about that right now, love. It’s late… Neither of us have slept. Well, you did a little,” Koge smiled against his lips softly as his hand curved up along her back to her side, slowly moving down her body to her hip. “You’re really cute when you’re sleeping.” 
“Yeah? What’d you do, stare at me like a weirdo?” 
“No! I can’t help but think you’re cute.” 
“I’m not cute.” 
“Yes, you are!” 
“Tch…” Bakugou’s still gleaming crimson eyes glanced over every inch of Koge’s face, his hand slipping around her backside before down along her thigh that was resting up over his hip. Koge knew that look and that touch, her cheeks flushing with heat as he parted his lips up against hers, only hinting at his urge to kiss her. With his rough fingers softly digging into the plush, cold skin of her thigh, she couldn’t help but tuck herself in closer, fingers lightly gripping onto his hair while her heart began to pound. “Koge…” 
“Yes, Katsuki?” 
“You know when you’re really cute?” 
Koge’s cheeks flushed hotter, giving a small shake of her head, her nose brushing lightly with his. 
“When you’re under me, blushing and squirming… and moaning my name.” Bakugou was barely able to finish speaking before he took Koge’s lips for his own, kissing her with a breathless passion that she had been missing. For weeks now, their love making had been reduced to basic and boring fucking, leaving her unsatisfied and desperately craving the affection from him that she adored. That passion that had smoldered down to barely embers became a raging fire with just the connection of their lips, burning Koge from the inside out. She knew that fire wouldn’t cease, that nothing but being one with him could extinguish the flame, and so she allowed herself to be devoured by him. 
A soft groan left his lips with just the taste of her, his hand sliding back up her thigh to pull her hips tighter up against him. Shifting her body to get closer, Koge let out a small squeak as his thigh pressed up between hers, firmly resting up against her sex. Legs intertwined and craving the new pleasure his leg provided, Koge let her hand slide around to softly caress his neck while the other stayed dug into his hair, all while her hips began to roll and grind against his thigh. With her first soft sigh of pleasure into the kiss, Bakugou kept his large palm placed firmly on her ass, squeezing the plush form. 
“Do whatever you want, Utsuro,” Bakugou spoke low against her lips, catching her gaze between the moments that their lips parted. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything for you.” 
Koge moaned sweetly, tightening her legs around his thigh as her grinding became more vigorous. She could feel the hard form of his cock digging into her lower stomach with each roll of her hips, being sure to purposefully push them further in so that he got some attention as well. “I just want you to love me, Katsuki,” Her voice hitched from the pressure against her clit, her skin tingling with the pleasure and heat rolling through her body from his touch. “Touch me. Hold me… And just let me in. Let me love you and comfort you, too. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” 
Bakugou’s hand slid up under her t-shirt to caress her back near her shoulder blades, pulling her in tighter against his chest as their lips met again. Meanwhile, Koge’s traveled down across his chest and around to his back, tracing the form of his muscles until her fingers reached one of the little dimples right above where the hem of his sweatpants rested. Just feeling his body like this made her movements more passionate, picking up the pace of her grinding on his leg. It had felt like an eternity since they had been so close together like this, every other moment for weeks feeling like there was no love or emotion behind anything they did. He had been so checked out of the relationship, his mind swirling in his troubles and struggles, and although she wished that he would have come to her sooner, Koge knew why he hadn’t. 
She knew, because this had happened only a few years ago, with Koge shutting down and blocking him from helping her for months on end. Back then, she hadn’t felt like she was worth his worry or like she was good enough for him at all, and she had said horrible things to him, too. And now, his internal struggles were exploding just as hers had, burdening him with feelings of inadequacy, weakness, and like he was undeserving. He didn’t have to say it. She knew, because their connection and understanding of each other wasn’t something that could be easily explained. It was deep and strong, powerful enough to get them through anything, as long as they were together. 
Beginning to be able to feel her heat and wetness coating not only her underwear, but her thighs and his sweatpants as well, Koge wanted to give him something in return. Her hand slipping beneath his sweatpants and boxers, her soft touch stroked across his ass and to his hip, tenderly cupping his hard and throbbing member after she set him free from his clothes. 
“Fuck,” Bakugou growled against her lips at the touch, pressing his forehead into hers to catch her gaze and watch her expression. “Your hands are always so damn cold. You fucking walking freezer.” 
Koge couldn’t resist a soft smirk against his lips, rolling her thumb teasingly around this tip to displace the leaking precum. “Well, someone seems to like it. You. You’re someone.” Shifting herself up a bit higher, Koge’s leg came to rest over his hip instead, giving her enough room to let his cock rest flush between her legs and up against her sex. “How’s that? Warmer?”
“Not quite warm enough,” His hand moving back down to her ass, he used his impressive reach to be able to pull her underwear to the side, the tip of his cock teasing her wet and aching hole. 
Nibbling at her bottom lip, Koge felt heat spread across her cheeks, her stomach bubbling with anticipation. She wanted him to be inside her so badly, to connect with her and be one, to share that love and sentimental passion that no one else in the world would ever see. Their love, although scarred with healed wounds and new scratches, could never be broken. 
“Katsuki,” Koge whispered out breathlessly, her hand once again caressing his cheek. “Please…” 
With only a slight shifting of his hips and some guidance from his fingers, Bakugou began to slip his cock into her, both of them sighing in satisfaction as they became entangled together, on their sides and as close as they could possibly get. One arm supporting her head with his fingers buried into her hair, the other hooked firmly around her waist, allowing Bakugou to hold her steady as he began a slow roll of his hips. The moonlit room was swimming with sounds of soft sighs and tender moans, surrounding them completely in a bubble of their own world that contained nothing but each other. 
Koge already felt like she was going to go mad from the heat between them, the strength of his body against her, and the slow yet consistent rhythm of his cock moving inside her. This feeling of being so close to him, so full and connected was something that she would never get used to, nor was it ever something she wanted to lose. As the desperation to keep him close swirled around in her belly with all her other fluttering feelings of adoration and longing, Koge kept herself clutched onto him tightly, her nails dug into his back and foreheads resting against each other. The closeness had their noses and lips brushing with every thrust, a kiss being shared here and there between moans and soft sighs. She could stay like this forever, staring into his crimson gaze, surrounded inside and out by his presence. 
“Mm, Katsuki-” Koge had to hold back a louder moan, biting down onto her bottom lip as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. “S-so good… You feel so good inside me-” A sharp gasp and a squeak cut her off as Bakugou’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling and bending her hair back just enough to add to her pleasure. He couldn’t resist a low groan that rumbled in his chest from her change in expression with the new pain, her brow furrowing upwards and lips parted in a restrained moan. The tears that she had been holding back since the beginning gathered at the corners of her eyes and in her lashes, shimmering with the moonlight and threatening to fall at any second. 
“Yeah, Utsuro? You like my cock inside you? Of course you do-” Bakugou answered for her when she was only able to give a meek nod, her voice hitching with increased roughness. “Ah fuck… You’re so tight. So fucking hot!” What was once tender morphed into a greedy craving of pleasure that was mutual between them, as Bakugou rolled them over so she was on her back. His hand still gripping her hair at the scalp, he kept his lips hovering over her open mouth, captivated by her expression shifting as her eyes rolled back. “I’ve missed that look… Fuck I wish I could hear you scream for me right now.” 
Keeping her legs wrapped loosely around his waist to let him move however he pleased, Koge allowed him to ravage her, doing everything she could to control the volume of her voice. He felt so good slamming into her like this, his thick cock filling up every inch of her and leaving nothing untouched. Her orgasm was quickly approaching, and she was sure to let him know that with his nails dug deep into the skin of his back and her uncontrollable subdued gasps. 
“That’s it, Utsuro,” Bakugou hissed against her flushed and tear stained cheek, his eyes never leaving hers. “Cum for me, baby.” 
The rare pet name slipping from his lips immediately set Koge off, more tears spilling from her eyes as her voice hitched with a moan and a sob. “Ka-Katsu--!” Right as her voice peaked, Bakugou’s large palm clamped over her mouth, releasing her hair to instead muffle her moans and uncontrollable sobs as she came hard. The feeling of her clenching and squeezing around his cock brought a hiss from behind his teeth, hiding his face into her shoulder as he helped her ride out her orgasm with slower, shallow thrusts. It took Koge a few minutes to finally fall back down from her high enough to take back control of her voice and her body, breathing heavily in through her nose and stroking his hair with trembling fingers. 
Moving his hand away from her mouth, Bakugou instead caressed her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her tears while his lips kissed away the others. Without another word, he began to move within her again, though he didn’t pick back up where he had left off. Instead, his thrusts were slow and deep, much as they had been at the beginning, his focus entirely on her face and his gaze staying firmly locked with hers. As she looked back up at him, Koge couldn’t help but wonder how there could be so much love, so much absolute infatuation within his gaze. It made her heart - her entire body - melt into him like butter, and she could only hope that he could see it in her eyes, too. 
How much she loved him. 
How much she needed him. 
How happy he made her. 
How truly blessed she was to call him her husband. 
“Koge,” Bakugou spoke with trembling breath, his thrusts quickening as he grew closer to his peak. “I’m sorry. And I love you. I love you more than fucking anything.” 
“I love you, too, Katsuki. I love you-!” Koge tightened her grip on him as he kissed her passionately, clenching her eyes shut tightly to try and control her tears. Within moments, Bakugou’s thrusts became erratic, digging himself into her as he released hot ropes of cum inside her. Just the feeling of how hot it was made Koge tremble, sighing softly against his lips while he moaned in pleasure of his release against hers. 
“Mm, fuck--” Bakugou cupped both of her cheeks, placing kisses on her lips that soon traveled up the bridge of her nose to her forehead. “Damn it, I love you.” 
Smiling, Koge gave a soft giggle as his lips came down across her temple and cheek, able to feel the heat of his lips even against her flushed skin. “I love you, too, my Katsuki. Was I cute enough for you?” 
Bakugou gave a grunt, his final kiss on her lips rough and punishing for her teasing. “Don’t be a smartass.” Removing himself from her, Bakugou adjusted his clothes back into place on his hips before squeezing himself between her body and the back of the couch, laying down on his side facing her. Before Koge could even think about whining about being cold, he pulled the fleece blanket that had been pushed down near their feet back up and over them, tucking it up behind her back and under her side as she turned to face him. 
“Ooh, you know me so well.” Koge nuzzled her nose against his softly as they grew comfortable together. “Mm, so toasty. My heater.” 
“Fuck off.” Bakugou tenderly moved some of her hair out of her face and back behind her ear, his choice of words not matching his calm tone. “You leech.” 
“Your leech, you mean. Or should I say, your baby.” Koge couldn’t resist a smile as Bakugou’s face flushed, his brow furrowing as if he didn’t expect her to pick on him so soon. “You called me ‘baby’!” 
“Tch, so what if I did?!” His typical defensive snarl was paired with a hushed yell, as if he were scolding one of his children in a store instead of his wife. “I can call you whatever the hell I want to, Utsuro!” 
“Then do it! Please,” Batting her eyelashes innocently, Koge gave a playful pout. “Call me ‘baby’.” 
“You want me to?”
“Yes!” 
“Then I’m not going to. All you get is ‘Utsuro’!” 
“You can’t just give it to me and then rip it out of my hands like that, Katsuki!” Koge whined as she shoved her head into his chest, giving his body a punishing squeeze with all her limbs that were entangled with his. “It’s the worst!” 
Bakugou stroked the back of her head softly, giving a tired sigh as he closed his eyes. “But I like Utsuro…” 
“I know, but there’s nothing wrong with changing it up sometimes, love.” 
“But Utsuro is my name for you. And only mine.” 
Cheeks flushing, Koge nuzzled her face up into his neck, kissing his skin softly. “Mm… Because I’m yours.” 
“That’s right, baby,” Bakugou smirked against the top of her head as Koge gave a small, happy squeal, pressing herself in tighter against him. Though, it was quick to fade as the fight they had crept back up along his spine, and Koge was easily able to pick up on his sudden lax posture. 
Tilting her head back up, she caught his gaze, her hand coming to rest softly on his cheek. “You want to tell me about it now?” 
Brow furrowing deeply, Bakugou couldn’t seem to find it in himself to look into her eyes now, his gaze locked on the tip of her nose. “There’s nothing anyone could have done to me that would excuse the way I acted.” 
“It still upset you, love. A lot. Please tell me?” 
Bakugou fell silent for a moment, only the soft ticking of the clock through the quiet room giving Koge any sense of how many minutes went by. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, it was as if every little noise in the room hushed, from the ticking to the buzz of the electricity in the walls, and Koge couldn’t help but hold her breath. 
“I’ve dealt with not being appreciated like other heroes. Like Deku or Todoroki. Or anyone else, for that matter. Anything great I ever do is always latched to my attitude… and my failures. Controversies… All that bullshit.” Bakugou paused for a moment to move a strand of hair off her cheek, still unable to look her in the eye. “These past few weeks, I felt really pressured to… Prove that I was worth something. I’ve tried hard, and it’s worked, but I began to realize that I was starting to lose you. And the kids… I worried that… to get one thing I want, I’ll have to lose the other. And that scared the shit out of me. Just even allowing myself to think like that. Total fucking stupidity.” 
“Why were you feeling like you needed to prove something?” Koge couldn’t stop the small frown on her lips, which Bakugou was quick to kiss away gently. Finally, his gaze met hers, and the pain she had been familiar with since high school made itself clear. 
“Because of today. You know that every year since it happened, there’s a special about All Might’s final fight and retirement. And every time… every fucking time… The asshole reporters make it seem like it’s my fault. That I haven’t been the type of hero that was worthy of being saved back then. That his sacrifice was for nothing.” A moment passed as he gathered his thoughts, his fingers still working their way through her hair. “And still, after everything I did… Everything I tried to do lately, it still happened. And then I take it out on you… I’m weak. And like I said, nothing I can do will make up for the shitty things I’ve done.” 
Koge felt a burning build up in the back of her throat as new tears gathered in her eyes, placing her hand on his cheek. “Katsuki, that’s not true. You are an amazing hero, and so many people look up to you. They respect you and they adore you. There will always be some people out there with negative opinions, and you know that negativity gets higher ratings and views in the media. But those things don’t make up who you are. You are a great man. A strong hero. A loving husband and father. And there is nothing wrong with being weak, because you have people in your life who will support you and build you up stronger.” 
With a blink, her frustrated tear fell from the inner corner of her eye and traveled down the side of her nose, but Bakugou was quick to wipe it away with the rough pad of his thumb. Sniffling, Koge held his hand against her cheek, soaking in the feeling of his tender touch and his heat.
“I know it’s hard to accept, but it is okay to be weak. To be imperfect. Because you grow from these things. Never forget your accomplishments. You’re Japan’s Ground Zero, the number two hero. And you are my Katsuki, number one best friend, husband, and father to three little squids. I love you. Please don’t forget to love yourself.” 
Although there were no words, Koge could see the slight fault in Bakugou’s stern expression, though his face was buried into her hair as he squeezed her in close before other emotions could break loose. 
“You and your mushy shit, Koge… How do you always know exactly what to say…?” 
“Because I can see the truth, Katsuki.” 
“Oh yeah, you have like a third eye or some shit?” 
Sniffling, Koge pulled back from him, giving him multiple playful kisses on the lips in punishment of his teasing. Right as she was about to stop, Bakugou took over to kiss her tenderly, melting Koge to the core until she was like putty in his hands. With a soft hum in happiness, Koge smiled against his lips nuzzling her nose against his softly. Bakugou responded with one last kiss, giving his own sigh and small smile. 
“Thank you… Koge.” 
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a/n: I 1000000% know that unless you’ve read my fic The Dragon Kings Treasure, this is going to be TOTALLY out of context and you will likely have literally no idea about what’s going on or their history. I’ll be posting this little snippet in my AO3 post at the end of the story if you feel like you’d rather read the full thing first before you read this. There’s some spoilers in this, so if you’ve been planning on reading TDKT and haven’t yet, I’d suggest doing that first for context
Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC) (Fantasy AU)
Story Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic / Fantasy AU
Story Warnings: Sex (vaginal), hand job, inhuman extremities (yes, dick) and mutations (dragon), size difference, rough sex, dirty talk, name calling, breeding (sorta), stomach bulge, Bakugou’s insecure, Koge’s horny
Words: 5,110
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Crossed off: Mirror Sex
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“I am actually going to kill you, Koge.” 
“Just do it gently, okay?” 
Bakugou grumbled at the completely unbothered response from his lover, glowering at her through a mirror. Laying on his stomach, sprawled out on their bed, the young Lord found himself beyond agitated with himself and with his wife, but not for any regular old reason. No, the problem was something that no one could have ever predicted, and it was something that couldn’t be stopped, either. Reversing the process was also out of the question, so he was condemned to adjust himself to the changes of his body, both internal and external. But, compliance didn’t correlate to happiness in this situation, especially not when paired with the pain and frustrations that came with the changes. 
It didn’t help that his wife was more that ecstatic about his newfound dragon extremities. The thick, dark red tail that protruded from the base of his hips and horns perched atop his head were the current bane of his existence, as the past few months of them growing into place were like putting him through daily torture. The changes to his hands and the horns, he had gotten used to long ago, but the currently swaying scaled appendage that protruded from his hips had been the most difficult to accept. It was large and cumbersome, always knocking things over, hitting people, or even causing him to trip over his own feet. Even now, as it knocked annoyingly against his own legs, he wished that he could just cut the damn thing off. Why did it even have to grow in the first place? 
Well, he knew why. 
His wife. The absolute love of his life and mother to his son, the woman he had chosen to be always by his side and Queen of his land. She was the reason this had happened to him, or, at least, a large percentage of it. The rest was his own bloodline, his family and heritage, but this wasn’t exactly something he had expected to happen. His wife, being a dragon halfling, had always sported her dragon features when in her human form, and had the presence, scents, and mannerisms of one at all times. Sure, she could fit in with humans, outside of her inability to register their words if they weren’t dragonborn of some kind, but in the end, she was a dragon. That fact is what prompted these changes in him that he couldn’t control. 
It all went back to his bloodline. His family had always had dragon blood, but the last that had dragon features, that he could remember, was his great grandfather. Since then, each royal child born didn’t have physical dragon features, nor could they change into a dragon. All they had was the magic. Until now. Just being with his wife had prompted a change within him, starting out small at first with the ability to purr and his senses more enhanced than they had already been. Then came the changes to his hands, red scales coating the top and down along his wrist and half of his forearm, with thicker skin along his palms and long claws. This change was quick, only a few days of inability to use his hands or take care of the horrible itch that came with it on his own, though Koge was more than willing to help him with that. In truth, Bakugou didn’t think he could have gotten through any of the changes without her help. She knew how to soothe the pain of his horns growing in and massaged his back and tail as it grew over many weeks. 
Now, there was no pain. All that was left was to adjust. New clothes, new sleeping positions, new feelings beneath the now sensitive skin of his fingers and palms. The new smells, sounds, and urges, they all required a huge adjustment, but the tail. The tail was the worst of them all. 
“Why a fucking tail?” Bakugou whined into the sheets, turning his face into the soft plush fabric to keep his glare off the swaying appendage. “The horns are fine. The hands suck. But a fucking tail?! Koge, I hate it.”
“It did grow in quite big in the end, but it’s really pretty-” 
“-Don’t call it pretty-!”
“-And handsome. Rugged. Who knew you had such strong dragon blood that it would come out looking like this!” Scooting her petite body closer, Koge’s fingers traced lightly down his spine, purring sweetly when she breached the hump of his tail. “I love it. I can’t wait until you get more control over it so I can cuddle in it.” 
“Tch, and what the fuck is wrong with my arms, huh?!” 
“You can’t tell, Katsuki, but your tail is way warmer than your arms.” 
In agitation of her argument, his tail swished about roughly, making Koge giggle softly as pillows were knocked from the bed. To avoid getting hit, Koge flopped down to lay up against his side, wiggling and nudging herself beneath his arm until he was forced onto his side, hugging her to him tightly in an attempted punishment. Nuzzling his face into her hair, he felt instantly calmed by the sweet sounds of her purr, which radiated through his mind like a million bees, making his heart and stomach flutter. Then, within no time, his own deep rumbling began, his purr completely swallowing hers in intensity. 
“Ooh see, you can’t be that mad if you start purring so easily.” Koge nuzzled her face up against his neck, her tail falling to rest over his legs, intertwining with his as he calmed. Holding her body in closer, Bakugou scoffed quietly, lifting his head so he could see her face. 
“You use that against me. Because I can’t help it.” 
“Why can’t you help it?” Koge nuzzled her nose against his tenderly, smiling at the sight of his reptilian pupils dilating in pleasurable response to her affections. “You can’t hide your mushy feelings from me, now. Of course I might take advantage of that sometimes.” 
“I can’t help it for obvious fucking reasons.” Bakugou’s snarl and growl of his voice didn’t match his touch or change in the pitch of his purr, spurred on by Koge letting her leg rest over his hips so she could be closer to him. “I love your stupid ass, of course I’m going to start up if you do.” 
“It’s so cute!” She placed a soft kiss on his lips, though found herself trapped for more than just a few moments as he refused to let her pull away, his hand even slipping up her back to rest against the back of her head. “Mm… I didn’t expect your dragon blood to make you so… affectionate.” 
“The fuck does that mean?” With a growl against her lips, Bakugou rolled them over so she was beneath him, taking both of her arms to pin them up above her head, fingers lacing with hers tenderly. “I’m not any more affectionate than I was, dumbass.” Squeezing his hips playfully with her knees, Koge’s smile grew sly. 
“I just expected you to become more aggressive and territorial. But instead you’re super sweet, purring, and cuddly. Just like a little pup.” 
“Excuse me?!” Bakugou’s purr was cut short with his rush of agitation, his voice booming through their large chambers as Koge laughed. “I’m not a fucking whelp! You take that back!” 
“What are you gonna do about it, pup?” Koge couldn’t resist a grin at the flushing of his cheeks, baring her fangs to him playfully. “Gonna whine and spew a little fire out of your nose? Or are you gonna put me in my place?” 
With a frustrated growl, Bakugou could only glare down at her for a moment before pulling away, sitting up turning to sit on the edge of the bed, once again facing the mirror. “Oh fuck off! You know I can’t!” 
Frowning as guilt began to creep up on her, Koge sat up as well, placing her hand gingerly on his back. “Ah Katsuki, I’m sorry. I… I’ve just been feeling a little frisky lately, especially since that… new change happened. I’m… It’s a bit hard for me to control myself.” 
“Tch… It’s fine.” Bakugou’s glare was once again locked on his own reflection, though the center of his focus was his hips. There was another change to his body, one that he had been doing everything he could to hide from her until recently and had continually hoped that it would just vanish. It happened at the worst time, too, as Koge had just gotten to where she was comfortable making love to him again after further recovering from her trauma as a slave. They had almost gotten back to normal, and then his bloodline had to make the biggest dick move ever. Quite literally, in fact. 
His manhood had changed to further match his outward extremities. It wasn’t all that extreme, but it was enough to not only make him horrifically self-conscious about it, but fear that he would never properly have sex again. It had grown, in length and girth, with mostly human characteristics, outside of scales at the base that wrapped back around his hips to his tail, a series of ridges along the sides, and a more angled tip. The foreskin he had always sported did little to hide the changes, even when completely flaccid, though hiding it at all was impossible at this point. 
With heightened senses and urges, Bakugou found himself craving Koge’s attention, affection, and body more frequently than he had before. They had gotten used to it when his dick was normal, but for a few weeks, now, he had to suffer through the urges without being able to satisfy himself in any way. At first, he came up with excuses as to why he didn’t want to or couldn’t, mostly concerning the pain of his tail - which wasn’t completely a lie - just so that he could avoid the situation all together. But much to his dismay, Koge was quite clever, and she picked up on his odd behavior quickly. 
“Your dick changed, didn’t it?” She had cornered him one morning when she had tried to come onto him right before he got into the bath. “Let me see it!” 
He had let her, of course, but that only made things worse for him. She wasn’t put off by the changes in the slightest, nor was she concerned that it would be an issue. But he was, and he couldn’t quite get the fear out of his head. Of course, he knew that he would have to come to terms with it eventually and try to do something with this change, even if that jump was going to be difficult. Each time Koge offered to work with him or try anything, he’d back out, leaving him with a very painful experience of having to let his raging boner settle on its own. He couldn’t quite find it within himself to masturbate to get rid of the buildup or his urges, as even the feeling and pleasures were different and way more intense than what he was used to. Out of everything, his dick was the last thing he expected to change, and it had oddly taken the biggest mental toll on him. 
His erections were impossible to hide. Any touch that wasn’t his clothing or taking a piss felt like white hot lightning sparking through his body. Sitting or laying were made even more awkward when paired with his tail. He couldn’t properly make love to his wife. He couldn’t pleasure himself. He had to learn how to not walk awkwardly. Any clothes that could accommodate his tail still couldn’t handle his new manhood. 
He was different from head to toe, and that bothered him more than he was willing to say out loud. In the end, he didn’t need to say anything. Koge could see it all, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating for her, too. She wanted to help him adjust, more than anything, but it was impossible if he continually blocked himself off like this. Even now, he was trying to hide his obvious boner with his arms, and the discomfort on his expression was worrisome. He may be too reluctant to do something about it himself, but Koge knew that eventually, she’d have to show him that it was okay. By ‘eventually’, she knew that it would have to be now, while the subject was brought to the front and they had no chance of being interrupted. 
“Katsuki,” Koge purred near his ear softly, resting her body against his back while her arms came to rest over his broad shoulders. “Let me try-” 
“-Koge-” 
“- Just a little. You can’t keep going like this. We can’t keep going like this. Sooner or later, you have to let me face the dragon dick. If you just let me try, you’ll see that it’ll be okay.” 
Bakugou glowered at his lover out of the corner of his eye, still hunched over his own body in reluctance and worry. “You haven’t seen it erect yet, Koge. It’s… You can’t take it.” 
“You underestimate me a little, I think.” Koge nuzzled her nose against his cheek, giving him a firm kiss on the flushed skin. “I’m not human, remember? And your body is reacting to me. I’ll show you that I can take it just fine. Please?” 
“I’ll feel like shit if it doesn’t work out…” 
“Or you’ll continue to feel like shit if you never try. Right?” 
“Tch… You’re right.” 
Scooting off the bed, Koge stood in front of him, holding both of her hands out towards him. “Well? Let me help you, Katsuki. I promise it will feel good for both of us.” Although he wanted to take her hands immediately, Bakugou still hesitated, glancing over her body before catching her gentle gaze. Just looking at her like this, clad in nothing but a white sleeping gown, so flushed and unexpecting, had him immediately struggling not to snatch her off her feet and pin her onto the bed beneath him. The thought had his manhood straining, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to take this type of painful tension any longer. He needed to get past this, so he shifted himself to sit up, taking both of her hands tenderly in acceptance of her help. 
Smiling, Koge stepped in closer to stand between his legs, letting her hands slide up his arms with a slow and gentle touch that had goosebumps prickling along his skin. As she caressed the sides of his neck, his hands took hold of her petite hips, scooting himself closer to the edge of the bed to be able to pull her body flush against him. It was so incredibly difficult to hold himself back, the feeling of her body beneath his hands and the scent of her arousal completely overwhelming him, but the tender kisses she placed on his lips helped keep him grounded. Her purr soothed him, almost to the point that he felt as if he were floating, not noticing her hands slip down between their bodies until they sneaked beneath his pants to grip the source of his problems. 
At first, the hiss that escaped from between his teeth was from the chill of her hands, until her fingers traced along the prominent ridges, each little bump feeling as if she were stroking his tip. Or, what he remembered stimulation to his tip feeling like when he still had a normal dick. Then, the hiss grew into a deep growl, his entire body stiffening and his hands slipping around to grip her backside as she stroked him with both hands, up and down the aching shaft while avoiding the tip. “Mm, fuck- Yeah, tighter. That’s it-!” 
“My hands can’t even wrap around it all the way, Katsuki. And you’re dribbling so much cum already. It’s so warm.” Taking half a step back, Koge shifted his pants down out of the way to free him completely, keeping a little space between them so she could see her work. She wasn’t the only one watching, Bakugou’s eyes locked on the way her hands moved, displacing the slowly flowing precum with each firm stroke up and down his shaft. With the liquid acting as a lubricant, Koge was able to increase her speed, stroking all the way from the base to right before the tip. Before long, Bakugou’s entire body was trembling, his face shoved into her shoulder as he struggled to control his urges to pant and moan. 
“Stop teasing me, Koge!” 
“If I go there, you’ll cum really quick.” 
“Do it!” 
The growling demand made Koge bite her bottom lip, stroking from the base all the way back up to the tip, which immediately forced a trembling moan from his lips as he pulled her body back in closer. He was throbbing in her hands by now, each new stroke across his sensitive tip sending him further into an uncontrollable ecstasy. Within no time, what Koge had warned came to fruition, with Bakugou cumming after a few teasing strokes of her thumb around his tip. The petite woman didn’t expect it, of course, nor did she expect Bakugou to tug her body back up against him while rutting his hips forward so his cock stroked against the silk of her gown and soft form of her stomach. Within seconds, the front of the gown was drenched with his cum, the load much larger than either of them could have really expected. It stuck fast to Koge’s skin, hot and thick, coating her fingers and soaking through the thin fabric of her gown to dribble down her stomach. 
Panting as he came down from his high, Bakugou kept his face shoved into her shoulder, his entire body tingling with the weight of his release. “Fuck… That’s so much more than before…” 
“If you mean cum, then yeah, that’s a lot.” Koge moved back from him a bit, prompting Bakugou to sit up himself and observe the damage. One hand still lightly stroking up and down his still hard shaft, Koge brought the other to her lips, licking the cum from her fingers. “Mm, yummy. You even taste better, Katsuki.” 
“That’s a weird thing to notice.” Bakugou glowered up at his lover as she took another step back, first wiping her hands on her already ruined shift before pulling her arms inside and out through the neck opening. With it being so oversized, and with the added weight of the liquid that soaked it, it fell around her feet, leaving her bare. Just like nearly every time he saw her like this, Bakugou felt a lump grow in his throat, the glow of her pale skin in the dim light bringing on the urge to just touch and squeeze. Though, even as the chance presented itself to him with her crawling up onto his lap, he felt frozen, the nerves of still not being able to do this properly creeping back up on him. “Koge-” 
“Shh,” Holding onto his shoulders for support and facing him, Koge straddled his lap, knees firmly dug into the mattress. Not quite sitting down onto him yet, the halfling arched her backside out, turning her head a bit to look over her shoulder at the mirror behind them. “Look, Katsuki. See how wet you make me? How badly my body wants you?” 
Tearing his eyes off her collarbone area to look over her shoulder as well, the fire in Bakugou’s chest grew hotter from the view she presented to him, having to clench his teeth together to keep him from acting out. Dripping with her essence, Koge’s pussy was incredibly enticing, puffy, and pink with the need for the attention she had been denied all this time. Even still, she was so incredibly small compared to him, and her petite body just didn’t seem like it would be able to take him comfortably. “Koge… It won’t-” 
“It will,” Shifting her hips up, Koge let his cock rest between her legs, lowering herself down just enough to be able to grind against him. “I want your cock inside me so badly, Katsuki.” Cupping his cheeks, Koge kept her lips close to his, moaning softly with the stimulation to her clit. “Please let me. I’m begging you. Can’t you feel how hot my body is for you?” 
Gripping onto her hips tightly, Bakugou lightly dug his claws into her skin in frustration, which only prompted more vigorous efforts from his wife. Of course he wanted this. He wanted to fill her up to the brim and fuck her until she was an absolute mess. And he could. She wanted it. Then, with a teasing swipe of her cunt along his tip, she broke his restraint, and all he wanted was to be inside her. With a low growl, he reached up and took a fist full of her hair into his grip at the base of her head, firm enough to make her gasp and stop the rolling of her hips. 
“Fine.” Bakugou growled against her jawline, keeping her head firmly pulled back to keep her submissive and in place. “But you’d better be able to take it.” With that, his other hand guided her hips up and back, his tip slipping inside of her with ease. Immediately, a sharp gasp erupted from her throat, both of her hands moving back to clutch onto his shoulders while it took every ounce of Bakugou’s self-control not to slam her down all the way. Instead, he urged her down inch by inch, her chest heaving and body trembling as she took him in. By the time he was completely sheathed inside her, Koge was already nothing more than a panting mess, eyes rolled back, and nails dug into his skin. “Look at you. Fucking ruined already.” 
The sound of his voice helped pull her back, biting down onto her bottom lip when he released her hair and catching his gaze. “I-I can take it, though. See? I just… Mm, it feels so good, I can’t… I can’t move.” Koge looked back over her shoulder again to see them, her cheeks flushing bright red at how huge he looked stretching her out like this. 
Smirking, Bakugou pressed his lips against her temple, his eyes on their reflection as well. “Let me help you.” Finding that they were sufficiently lubricated, both from her and from his still present cum, Bakugou was easily able to pull her hips up and back down again, using his strength to make her bounce on his cock. The moans that escaped from her lips were like none he had heard before, the pure ecstasy drowning out all rational thought she may have had left. Within no time, she had taken over the rhythm, slamming her hips down onto him from tip to base with only the pleasure driving her forward. 
Resting back on his hands to keep them supported, Bakugou couldn’t get his eyes off their reflection, just seeing her body bounce and the way his cock vanished inside her hypnotizing him completely. She could take him, and the feeling of being one with her again like this was beyond what he would consider to be euphoria. Though, it was when she began to grind her hips that he nearly lost his control, tearing his eyes away from the mirror to look down at her. Leaning back with her hands supported on his knees, Koge rolled her hips with just as much effort as she had been before, though her eyes were locked on her stomach. 
“F-fuck-!” Overwhelmed with the pleasure, tears began to roll down her brightly flushed cheeks, though they were of little consequence. “Fuck! It’s so good! Your cock is so good! So deep inside me! You can…- ah! You can see it!” Sure enough, with each passing roll of her hips, a bulge was visible in her lower abdomen, instantly bringing a deep growl of satisfaction from Bakugou’s chest. 
“Yeah? You like seeing that while you fuck yourself on my cock, Koge?” One arm still behind him for support, his other hand came up to grip her hip, urging her to be more aggressive. “How I fill up that slutty fucking pussy?” 
“Yes!” Koge’s voice squeaked and trembled, struggling to keep up the momentum against the pleasure. “I love it!” 
“Well here, let me give you a better view.” Simultaneously standing up and scooping her body up off his cock, Bakugou made his way over to the mirror, turning her so that her back was pressed against his torso while supporting and spreading open her legs. Puzzled, Koge could only stare at their reflections, watching his cock twitch and her essence leak from her cunt that was aching for his return. With this view, she could truly see the size of him compared to her, making her feel suddenly so small and vulnerable, yet she wanted his cock back inside her more than anything in that moment. 
“K-Katsuki-!” 
“What, baby? You want it back inside you?” 
“Please!” Koge flexed her feet and toes impatiently, sniffling against her stuffed-up nose that came along with the tears. “Please, Katsuki! Put it back inside- a-ah!!” Clenching her eyes shut tightly, Koge leaned her head back against his shoulder at the feeling of his tip slipping back inside her, though her reaction was cut short by Bakugou’s deep and demanding growl in her ear. 
“Lift your head up and watch, you horny bitch. I want you to watch how my cock stretches out that tight little cunt.” 
Taking in trembling breaths, Koge weakly lifted her head, teary gaze locked back on their reflections. She watched as demanded, gasping and hiccupping as each inch vanished inside her, until he had filled her up to the base. In this position, the bulge in her lower abdomen was even more visible, though she didn’t have much time to take it all in before he started to thrust his hips up into her. A squeal escaped her parted lips with the first rough thrust, sending more pleasured tears cascading down her cheeks as he fucked her. With him in control, it felt like a completely different experience, her mind no longer having to focus on attempting to move. 
Now, all she had was him, fucking her relentlessly while she rested secure against his chest. The visual of them only made her hotter, able to see the way his cock ravaged her, his large hands supporting her legs, her breasts bouncing with the movement, and even his expression. That is what she loved to watch the most, how his expression was contorted with the pleasure and he was absolutely lost in it. Though, his eyes were on the reflection as well, and they eventually caught hers staring at his face. 
Bakugou felt himself immediately overwhelmed with the state of her ruined body, limp in his grip and completely drunk with pleasure. He wanted to destroy her more, to sink his teeth and claws into her silky flesh until she was marked head to toe by him. And yet, he wanted to hold and caress her, just to feel her tender touch along his burning skin. He wanted all of her and more. “What, Koge? Is it too much for you?”
“N-no-!”
“No?”
“No! I-I love it! I love it! Fuck-!” Koge leaned her head back, eyes rolling up as Bakugou adjusted the position to slam even harder into her. “Yes! I-I haven’t stopped cumming since you put it inside me-! I can’t think!”
“You’re such a good girl. You want my cum, baby?”
“Yes! Yes, I want it! Please fill me up! Breed me! I’m begging you!” 
Something animalistic snapped inside Bakugou with her plea, and without a second thought, he turned and shoved her face down into the bed, keeping her hips up in his firm grip as he fucked her mercilessly. Koge’s voice once again peaked, clutching onto the sheets as she moaned and cried into them. The new aggression and dominance he was displaying had her entire body screaming to have his cum inside her, the urge to mate with him so strong that she couldn’t ignore it. All she could sense was him, from his scent to the taste his cum had left on her lips, and without him she knew she would surely go insane. 
“Such an obedient little mate,” Bakugou’s grunts and moans began to mix with a deep growl, sending prickling goosebumps across Koge’s flushed and sweaty skin. “I’ll fill you up, slut. I’ll make sure you get what you’re begging for.”
Within the next few moments, Bakugou’s thrusts became erratic as he shifted his body closer to hover over her, digging himself in as deep as he could as he released inside her. With each rough buck of his hips into hers, Koge could feel the hot, thick liquid fill her, struggling to find room beside the large presence of his cock. Still, she couldn’t move or say a word, her entire body twitching and pulsing with the remnants of her final orgasm, squeezing his cock and forcing a sharp hiss from his behind his teeth. 
“That’s it, baby. Take it all in.” Taking hold of her ass in his hands, Bakugou spread her open, smirking in satisfaction at the sight of his cum leaking from her cunt around his cock. Slowly, he began to pull out, giving a deep purr at the mess his cum made with his exit, dribbling from her and onto the bed. “Fuck. Your cunt’s too small for all that cum, Koge.” 
Panting as she tried to recover some feeling in her limbs, Koge weakly reached down between her legs, using her petite fingers to stroke along her cum stained pussy, pushing them inside her and spreading herself open. “C’mon, Katsuki… Don’t let it all drip out. I told you to breed me.”
“You think I’m done with you?” Grabbing her by the arms, Bakugou pulled her upper body back against his, one of his hands caressing her neck while he kissed her flushed cheek tenderly. “My pretty mate… I’ll make sure you’re bred properly.”
Smiling, Koge placed her hand on his cheek, guiding his lips down to hers. “Mm… you’d better. Now shove that big cock back inside me. And make sure to use your teeth this time. Don’t be gentle with me.”
“Only if you beg.”
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Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)
Story Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic
Story Warnings: Phone sex, sexting, dirty and degrading talk, Bakugou’s really fluffy don’t @ me. 
a/n: I was going to do like... the fake text screenshots along with this story and draw the pictures that they are sending to each other, but I was just getting too frustrated with it and I couldn’t find the time I needed to do it all, so I’m just gonna go with normal text lol. Maybe next time! 
Tagging @lady-bakuhoe​​ ‘cause she’s been so excited about this and pumping me up about it, and @rhombea​​ ‘cause she read it over and helped me with it, and just because I adore them both.  (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡
Art in banner by me
Me = Koge Cutesuki = Bakugou
Me 3:03 AM: I miss you, Katsuki. I can’t sleep. (>﹏<)
A small sigh left Koge’s lips as she stared at her phone screen, rolling over onto her side to face the wall. The spot beside her was empty, the pillow untouched and the sheets cold, which was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to. Sure, she had spent many nights alone when her lover was off on a trip or on a late-night job, but that didn’t matter. No amount of time could make her get used to being alone, not when she was so used to and craved his presence. It was truly miserable when he was gone, even though she did everything she could think of to try and distract herself. 
She spent time with her friends, watched movies, played video games, did yoga and meditation, went shopping, read books, and anything else she could possibly squeeze in so that the only time she was undistracted was while attempting to sleep. Along with texts and phone calls from him, she could get by, especially if the trip was only a few days or a week. But right now, he had been gone for a month. All the distractions in the world couldn’t stop her loneliness now, and what was worse, he was on the other side of the world in America. 
There was a huge hero conference being held in New York and being one of the top young heroes in Japan, he had been invited along with quite a few others. He was horribly busy, every day being either an event for the conference, meetings, or doing touristy things with his friends that had gone with him. Koge was glad that he wasn’t alone, with at least Kirishima and Midoriya there to keep him company, but damn was she jealous. She wished that she had been able to go with him, too, but her work responsibilities at home prevented her from leaving. 
It didn’t help that the times were so different on top of everything else. It was difficult for Koge to find time to talk to Bakugou for more than a few minutes over the phone, since he was 13 hours behind her in time. Right now, for him, it was just past two in the afternoon, meaning that he was probably in the middle of an event or maybe eating lunch. 
Meanwhile, Koge laid in bed, alone, cold, and bundled up in multiple fleece blankets for comfort as she waited for his response. 
When her phone buzzed in her hand sooner than expected, her eyes were instantly on the new text message, cuddling up tighter under the blankets. 
Cutesuki 3:07 AM: you need to try to sleep, utsuro. its late. 
Me 3:07 AM: I know, but… It’s hard without you. (。•́︿•̀。) I’m cold. 
Cutesuki 3:08 AM: i already know youre bundled up under all those fucking blankets, probably wearing my clothes, too. spray some of my cologne on my pillow or something. 
Me 3:08 AM: You know me so well. ( ◡‿◡ *) I am just as you say. And I already put some on my pillow… I didn’t want to mess with yours. 
Cutesuki 3:09 AM: considerate. of course youre in my clothes, might as well throw all of yours out. 
Me 3:09 AM: Hehe… ( ´ ▽ ` ) They’re just so comfy! 
Cutesuki 3:09 AM: which? 
Immediately, Koge felt heat rush to her cheeks, biting down onto her bottom lip as her stomach fluttered. He wanted to know what she was wearing. He had to be out and about right now, so what was he getting at? 
During trips like this, the two of them were no strangers to phone sex, exchanging sexy pictures or messing around on video chat if they were able. Sadly, Bakugou was also sharing a hotel room with his friends to save on funds, so time alone was scarce for him. In fact, the entire time he had been gone, they hadn’t been able to have more than a slightly flirtatious conversation before he had to go. Koge’s toys could satisfy her in the moment, but nothing could ever compare to the way he made her feel and the pleasure they could create together. Just the thought of the intimacy they shared made her body grow hot, squeezing her bare thighs together to try and relieve the new aching at her hips. 
Cutesuki 3:11 AM: well?
Sitting up, Koge reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table before leaning back against the headboard. Holding her phone out, she took a selfie, doing her best to make sure she got a flattering angle that showed her body beneath his black skull t-shirt and her bare legs, with a playful smirk and a peeking tongue being all that was visible of her face. Satisfied, she sent it to him, settling down to wait with her legs stretched out in front of her. As she waited, her heart only pounded harder in her chest, hoping that is what he had wanted to see.
Me 3:12 AM: (*´︶`*)
Cutesuki 3:16 AM: fuck. 
Cutesuki 3:16 AM: it would be that shirt. 
Cutesuki 3:16 AM: youre so predictable. 
Me 3:17 AM: Well if you know, why’d you want to see? (¬‿¬ )
Cutesuki 3:18 AM: i need something to jack off to. 
Koge’s body was immediately covered in goosebumps, making her shiver and squeal quietly to herself, bringing her phone up to her lips and kicking her legs like an excited child. Maybe he finally had some time to himself? Or was he hiding away in a bathroom somewhere? Any option turned her on. 
Me 3:18 AM: That’s all that’ll get you off, huh? ┐(︶▽︶)┌ Guess my job is done. 
Cutesuki 3:19 AM: dont be a smartass. more. 
Me 3:19 AM: More? (◕‿◕✿)
Cutesuki 3:19 AM: now bitch. or would you rather miss out on this? 
Within the next few seconds, he sent in his own picture, displaying his hips, clad in grey sweatpants. He seemed to be sitting on a bed with what looked to be a hotel room behind him, but that didn’t matter to Koge. All she was focused on was his hand, which was clutching onto the hard form of his cock beneath the fabric, showing off his size. Feeling as if her heart was in her throat, Koge squeezed and rubbed her thighs together, looking over every inch of him she could see, from the peek of his belly beneath his shirt to the strong veins that ran along his rugged hand and up his arm. “Damn you, Katsuki! You hot asshole.” 
Me 3:20 AM: Challenging me, huh? (ಠ_ಠ)
Cutesuki 3:20 AM: im threatening you. show me your tits. 
Unable to stop the smirk that crossed her lips, Koge pulled the t-shirt up, holding the bottom hem of it between her teeth. With only slight position and maneuvering, Koge was able to get a similar selfie as the one a moment ago, showing her legs, torso, and mouth. This time, she had the shirt taught so that it held her breasts in place, only showing a nice and plump peek of the bottom of them, along with her stomach. Her mouth was in a teasing smile, teeth shown clamped down around the shirt, and little pale blue undies fit snugly on her hips. 
Me 3:23 AM: (¯▿¯)
Cutesuki 3:26 AM: fuck youre such a tease. 
Cutesuki 3:26 AM: i miss you. 
A new picture came along with his message, bringing a new wave of heat to her already aching cunt. His cock was now out of his pants, hard and irresistible, crowned with a dribble of precum that had begun its descent down the underside of his head. He wasn’t touching it, using his free hand to hold his sweats down out of the way instead, but Koge could still see a little dark area that had gotten wet before he decided to expose himself. He had also removed his shirt at some point, so his muscular frame was visible. 
Giving a frustrated groan, Koge slipped her hand between her legs, beginning to lightly stroke along her sex outside of her underwear. Already soaked through, she couldn’t get her eyes off the picture, nibbling at her bottom lip as she pleasured herself. Every vein and girthy inch of him had her entire body on fire, wanting more than anything for him to shove that beautiful cock down her throat. She missed his hands on her body, the warmth of him against her and how delicious he tasted. 
Me 3:28 AM: Ooh, I get the dick before I even show you the tits? You must be horny.
Cutesuki 3:28 AM: you’re killing me.
Me 3:29 AM: ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)
Sinking down a bit more against the headboard, Koge pulled the t-shirt up over her breasts, being sure to hold her arms in a way that nicely squished them together. Her recently fully healed nipple piercings gleamed in the dim light, and since they were so enticing, Koge decided to get a shot of the other piercing. Getting her mouth in the frame, she opened wide and let her tongue loll out, displaying the piercing on the wet muscle as well. He had yet to really get the chance to play with her with them both fully healed, so she knew this would set him off. 
Cutesuki 3:32 AM: fuck. I want to fuck that pretty mouth
Me 3:33 AM: Want to fuck my throat raw, huh? Or maybe my tits? 
Cutesuki 3:33 AM: show them closer. 
Me 3:33 AM: nuh uh. Pic for pic, right? 
Koge moved her fingers back between her legs, rubbing her clit on the outside of her soaked panties. Though, what she received wasn’t a picture. It was a video, the preview making her immediately slip her hand inside her underwear for direct and more vigorous contact. 
Pressing play, she felt her entire body quiver at the view, which was filmed from where she would assume his left knee would be. The frame tilted up, his hips all the way up to his nose was visible, showing a clear view of him pumping his cock and frustrated snarl. 
“Pic for pic, Utsuro? You fucking tease. Hmn, fuck-“ His voice cut off with a grunt, followed by a deep groan as he picked up the pace on jacking off. “Show me what you really want, whore.”
When the video cut off, Koge couldn’t resist playing it again, beginning to plunge two of her fingers in and out of her pussy as she watched him. It was so hot, his voice so gruff and filled with passion, that sexy growl with each degrading word making her heart race faster. She could only imagine what he’d be doing with that sexual tension; his hand around her throat as he fucked her into the mattress. Or perhaps his fist balled up in her hair while he made her gag on his cock. 
Although she didn’t want to stop, she took a moment to slip her undies off, tossing them away. Positioning the phone, Koge used her free hand to spread her glistening pussy open, showing him just how wet she was. 
Me 3:40 AM: I want your dick inside me, Katsuki. I want you to fuck me like the little horny bitch I am. 
Cutesuki 3:41 AM: good girl. 
Me 3:41 AM: I want to hear you. Can you call me?
The instant the phone began to ring, and his adorably innocent picture appeared on screen, Koge answered it, holding the phone up to her ear as she continued to rub delicious circles on her clit. “Katsuki…” She couldn’t restrain a soft moan, slipping two of her fingers into her cunt at the ragged sound of his breathing. “I wish you were here with me.” 
“You just can’t stand being without my cock, huh, little whore?” Bakugou’s voice was deep and quiet, making Koge sink further down to lay and dig her fingers in deeper. She could almost feel his body on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress as he hissed in her ear, his thick fingers teasing her pussy in punishment. “You’re such a nasty fuck, always begging for me to fuck you.” 
Koge was sure to let her voice flow freely, not restricting and moans or gasps of pleasure. “I love it so much, Katsuki. I love your big dick inside me! I want to cum all over it-” She paused just to hear the soft and frustrated grunts he made, even able to hear his hand working over his cock in a quick and steady rhythm. “Yes, Katsuki. You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Much to her surprise, Koge found that even she was getting close to cumming quickly with just her fingers, which was a feat in of itself. After years of being with Bakugou, of growing so used to the way he fucked her, she found that something so tame as fingering herself couldn’t usually get the job done. A toy or two usually had to be used to get her off, but tonight, all she needed was the sound of his voice and a vivid imagination. 
“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ close. Damn it, Utsuro, your voice is fucking hot. And those shitty piercings… fuck!” 
“Mm, that’s right,” Koge’s voice hitched, moving her fingers back to her clit to work herself over the edge. “That’s it, Katsuki! Cum for me-” She was cut off again by her own moan, leaning her head back into her pillow as her hips arched up into her fingers. Straining against the sore burning in her forearm, she forced her hand to continue rubbing, listening closely to Bakugou’s own groans and curses of pleasure. She could tell the exact moment that he came, his voice growing into a deeper growl and trembling with relieved sighs. He couldn’t hold it for very long, and just the thought that he had been wanting her so badly immediately pushed Koge over the edge as well. 
Entire body quivering and twitching with the force of her orgasm, Koge clutched her thighs together, slowly and lightly letting her fingers slide across her pulsing sex to ride out the orgasm. In truth, she wasn’t sure how loud she had been or what she might have said when she came. All she had done was listen to Bakugou as he finished, imagining that tight grip on her hips and his hot release inside her. She could feel those rough and calloused hands slide up her sides, caressing her body so close and lovingly after ravaging her completely. 
Relaxing her body back against the bed, Koge rolled over onto her side, nuzzling her face against her pillow and taking in the scent of his cologne. On the other end, she could hear him still panting to catch his breath, though a sharp chuckle cut him off. 
“You sniffing some dirty boxers, Utsuro?” 
“What?! No! I’ve never been that desperate.” Koge couldn’t resist her own soft giggle, smiling against the pillowcase. “I told you, I put some of your cologne on my pillow.” 
“Stalker.” 
Before she could respond, Koge got a message alert, pulling her phone away from her ear. Putting him on speaker, she opened the message, feeling her entire body flush hot again at the sight of him. Hand still around his dick, his lower stomach, sweatpants and fingers had dribbles of his cum, gleaming against the well-lit room. With a groan, Koge rubbed her thighs together again. “Man, I wanna lick it off!” 
“Where’s mine?” 
Sitting up again, Koge got into another pose, making sure her chest was exposed along with her puffy and wet pussy that was still tender with the need for more attention. Lips also in the frame, she puckered them in a sweet kiss, her fingers in a cute peace sign to go with it. After sending it, she pulled the shirt down and got comfortable again, smiling as she heard him give a short chortle. 
“Cute.” 
“You’re cute.” 
“That’s my new phone background.” 
“No! Someone will see it!” 
“No one ever sees my phone, stupid. I’m not an idiot like you who leaves it out where everyone can see the screen. Besides, they’ll catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman they’ll ever see. That’s a privilege.” 
Cheeks flushing, Koge cuddled her blankets to her tightly, nuzzling herself into her pillow. “That’s not true… I’m not the most beautiful.” 
“You are to me.” 
“You’re too sweet. Turning me into mush over here when I can’t kiss you. Usually I’m the one doing the sweet talking.” 
“I miss you. This last week can’t go by fast enough. All this shit is great for my brand, but damn, I’m worn out. All this social interaction is fucked.” 
“Is that why you’re in your hotel room today? Isn’t it like two in the afternoon?” 
“I didn’t have a panel today to go to, but Kirishima and Deku did. I could have gone out, but I decided to stay in and relax. I’m kinda glad you weren’t able to sleep.” 
Reaching over, Koge turned off the bedside table lamp, placing the phone down on his pillow as she snuggled up nice and tight into her blankets. “Aw, I had good luck then today. I’m really glad. Tell me about it! How’s it been?” 
Koge wasn’t sure how long they talked, with him chatting on and on about what was happening, who he had met, and what benefits the convention had towards his hero branding. They laughed and got annoyed together. Bashed on this person or praised this company. Reminisced about what they missed of each other and what they wanted to do when he returned. But, at one point, Koge drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice and his scent on her pillow. 
When she awoke to the sound of her alarm going off, Koge yawned and gave a heavy stretch, snatching her phone off the bed beside her, since it had at some point fallen off his pillow. Turning off the alarm, she looked at the time, immediately feeling guilt weigh heavily on her chest. “Oh no, I fell asleep talking to him… My poor Katsuki.” 
Rolling over onto her back, she went into her text messages to send him a good morning and apologize, but what she saw there instead made her stop. Bakugou had cleaned up and changed into some new lounge clothes, getting kind of an awkward selfie of him with the city view behind him as he stood on the balcony of his hotel room. It was a cute and innocent exchange compared to the debauchery that had occurred just a few hours ago, and it brought a fluttering to Koge’s stomach.  
Cutesuki 5:11 AM: i could tell you fell asleep from your snoring. its cute.
Cutesuki 5:11 AM: glad i could make your stubborn ass fall asleep. 
Cutesuki 5:11 AM: love you. call me around 10. the two idiots will be gone for a while tonight. maybe we can have round 2. 
Cutesuki 5:11 AM: xo
Smiling, Koge opened her camera and took a picture of her own, sleepy faced and smiling, still bundled up in her blankets. Attaching it to her message, she put the phone down once she responded, giving another stretch and a rub of her eyes. 
Me 8:02 AM: I love you too, my Katsuki. I’m sorry I crashed. (╥﹏╥)
Cutesuki 8:03 AM: new bg picture. 
Me 8:03 AM: What?? (・・;)ゞ Just pick one! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ Cutesuki 8:04 AM: youre beautiful in all of them, dumbass, i cant pick. 
Cutesuki 8:04 AM: cant text right now. call me around 10. love you.
Me 8:04 AM: I love you more! (♡‿♡) Cutesuki 8:05 AM: youll never. xo 
Me 8:05 AM: (´ ε ` )♡
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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years
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Summer Solitude pt. 3
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Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)
Story Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic 
Story Warnings: Cursing, sex (vaginal and anal), spanking, choking, dirty and degrading talk / name calling, knife play (no injury), squirting, fingering, light bondage, lots of gross fluff at the end
Words: 4,915
Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3
Written for the @bnhabookclub​​ ‘s members bingo event!
Crossed off: Knife Play
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Art in banner by me
An involuntary squeak left Koge’s lips as she was tossed roughly onto the bed, landing on her stomach and bouncing with the impact. With the ball gag tied firmly around her head, the mild sound of surprise was one of the few she could make, the rubber ball in her mouth preventing her from objecting to the rough treatment she had been subjected to. Since the moment she had agreed to his commands out by the fire, she had been at Bakugou’s mercy, bound and gagged before her body ever hit the bed.
With her arms tied behind her back using one of Bakugou’s button down shirts he had brought with them for the weekend, she was left defenseless and unable to move easily, if she even wanted to. She knew that if she even tried to move, he would punish her. How severely was the question she couldn’t quite answer, but she had given him permission to do anything he wanted, with the exclusion of actually cutting her skin with his incredibly sharp pocketknife. Though, with the entire theme of this little session, she knew that any punishments would be harsh. 
And she wanted that. 
Using her leg, she rolled herself over onto her side the best she could with the awkward position of her arms, peering up at him through her hair that had fallen into her face. She had barely settled before Bakugou’s large palm was between her shoulder blades, shoving her back face down into the pristine cotton comforter. 
“Who said you could move, bitch?” The pressure of his hand was making it difficult for Koge to breathe, though it only grew rougher in response to her whining in discomfort. “You lay there like a good little slut. If you even make so much as a twitch, you’re going to regret it.” His threat was made all the more vicious when paired with the swish and click of his pocketknife snapping open, immediately making Koge’s heart race. 
Not move at all?! I can’t see anything; I’m going to jump away from the knife. Clenching her eyes shut tightly, Koge only gave a single, timid nod, though she couldn’t help her body involuntarily taking in a huge breath when he removed his hand from her back. Straddling her legs, Bakugou sat down with quite a bit of his weight on her thighs, keeping her completely trapped in place while his hands explored and groped her backside. Still in her shorts and underwear, just seeing her completely soaked through the fabric had him excited, groaning at the sight of her. 
“Fuck, you’re such a horny little slut. Look how wet you are, soaked through these little fucking shorts.” A rough spank had Koge whining, curling her toes in an effort to not move against the exquisite pain. “You’re filthy. A horny bitch. I should just leave you laying here, dripping wet and all tied up.” 
As he spoke, Koge felt a new and unfamiliar sensation against her ass, the hard metal of his knife lightly trailing along her curves. She wasn’t sure if it was the sharp side of the blade or just the dull side, but it made her heart race, every nerve in her body becoming more sensitive in her anxious and helpless state. She was glad he had started out slow, putting the blade over her clothes instead of directly on her skin, probably to gauge her reaction. Though, the consideration of her comfort was short lived, the blade leaving her ass to run down and along the exposed skin of her thighs that he wasn’t sitting on. 
I-I still can’t tell what side that is. It’s cold!
Biting down onto the rubber ball, Koge turned her face more into the bed, every inch of her trembling. Yet, her arousal hadn’t subsided from the fear. Instead, it had skyrocketed, her core throbbing with her rapid heartbeat. She was sure Bakugou would notice, especially as he used one hand to spread her open, using his thumb to shift her clothing momentarily to the side. 
“So fucking wet. How’s the blade feeling on your skin, huh?” Leaning over her a bit, Bakugou ran the blade along her exposed lower back where her tank had ridden up, from one hip to the other, slow and agonizing. “Is it cold? Aren’t you scared that it could cut you any fucking second?” The side of the blade slapping against her ass forced a gasp from Koge’s throat, having to control the urge to jump away. “You didn’t move. Good girl. How about we get you out of those shorts.” 
For a moment, Koge felt her body calm at the thought that she could have a few seconds of relief from the fear, but there was no time to relax. Shifting himself up closer to her hips, Bakugou placed a hand firmly on her lower back to hold her down before digging the blade beneath the fabric of her shirts, using a quick upward motion to slice through the fabric. Squealing and trying to pull her arms loose out of instinct, Koge’s panic doubled, though his voice growling at her quickly put her back in her place. 
“I told you not to fucking move!” A rough spank to her ass was her punishment, though she could feel the blade being moved away while she had been struggling. Panting from the rush, Koge did what she could to quell her trembling body as his command, clenching her eyes shut tightly as the blade returned. It moved slower, though, slicing through the fabric of her shorts all the way to the hem before another rough pull followed, effectively cutting them apart. Then, the same thing was repeated on the other side, allowing Bakugou to yank the ruined fabric right from between her legs and toss them away. 
Now with just a pair of cute lacy panties covering her hips, Koge felt horribly exposed and even more fearful of the blade, which was trailing tauntingly along the hem of the underwear. “Mm, fuck. Look at you.” Spreading her cheeks open, Bakugou rested his cock between them, the warmth of his body making Koge’s skin tingle. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s all over your fucking thighs and your ass. And this lace, fucking shit-” The sound of the blade closing made Koge a bit curious, but she didn’t have much time to think about his actions before he held her hips tightly, his hips thrusting to stroke himself between her cheeks. With each push of his cock against her, the underwear grew taught against her sensitive clit, bringing whines and soft moans from behind the gag. 
“That’s right baby, arch your hips up for me. I think you deserve a little reward for being so obedient.” Using his thumb to hold the underwear off to the side, Bakugou shifted his position just a bit to slip his cock into her waiting cunt, filling her to the brim in one quick roll of his hips. Not even giving her time to adjust, his motions stayed fluid, fucking her with a steady rhythm. Immediately, Koge melted into him, her hips arching up against the pleasure and moans spilling from her lips. The anticipation and adrenaline had her so worked up and sensitive that her body was absolutely screaming for him, and so was her voice. Without the gag, she was sure she could wake up an entire neighborhood, the pleasure so intense she could barely stand it. 
Leaning over her small body, Bakugou dug his fingers into her hair, his lips pressed against her ear to tease her with his groans and the growl of his voice. “You love my fucking cock, don’t you? You love when I ram the shit out of your slutty pussy, huh?” Koge could only nod lightly, her response only gaining her more pleasure with his increased speed. “Yeah, you do. This tight little pussy is all mine. Ah fuck, Utsuro-” Her neck exposed from his grip on her hair, his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin along the side and back of her neck, bringing a new squeal from her lungs. Within the next few moments of his bite, Koge lost her control, cumming hard on his cock in a round of loud moans and jerks that shook her entire body. 
“Oh, you fucking naughty bitch,” Bakugou released her skin, once again growling into her ear as he paused his thrusts, keeping himself buried deep inside her. “I didn’t give you permission to cum, did I?” A rough spank paired with the still rolling waves of pleasure brought tears prickling in the corners of her eyes, keeping them close tightly to try and not let them fall. Bakugou spared no sympathy, sitting up fully as his full palm came down hard onto her ass again. Over and over, he punished her with spankings and deep rolling of his hips, stirring up the deepest parts of her and keeping her cunt filled to the brim. The pain and pleasure were enough to make Koge lose hold of her tears, her moans harshly interrupted by a cry or gasp when his palm met her skin. 
Yet, she could already feel her pleasure peaking again, each burning slap to her abused skin sending her closer and closer. 
“You want to cum again already, Utsuro?” His next slap was paired with a light crackling of his palm, the heat bringing a sharp gasp from the petite woman beneath him, unable to resist a smirk as she began to wiggle and pant heavily. “Oh yeah, you like a little bit of heat, don’t you? You’re not allowed to cum. You’d better hold it in.” 
Groaning and hiccupping in frustration as her tears finally escaped, Koge kicked her legs lightly, though her tantrum was rewarded with her untouched asscheek receiving a stronger spanking with a pop of his quirk. “Don’t throw a fit, Utsuro, you deserve this for being a disobedient little slut. You don’t deserve to cum.” Pulling his cock out all the way to the tip, Bakugou waited only for a moment before he plunged himself back in, leaving her red and abused cheeks alone in favor of propping himself up for better leverage. His thrusts into her were quick and deep as they had been before, solely intent on building up her pleasure. “Don’t fucking cum.” 
That was impossible. How could she not? He was slamming into her so hard and deep that each rough thrust had her seeing stars, her eyes rolled back and jaw slack around the rubber ball gag. Her entire body had lost all feeling with only the stinging of her skin and the pleasure in her core registering in her mind, and there was absolutely no stopping the buildup of her orgasm. Right before it could crawl over the threshold, Bakugou removed his cock from her completely, leaving her aching. With another cry of frustration, Koge kicked her legs weakly, sobbing and sniffling into the already soaked comforter her face was hidden in. 
“You were going to cum, weren’t you?” Sitting up off her legs, Bakugou grabbed her by the arm and rolled her over, waiting until she was settled before pushing her hair back out of her tear and sweat soaked face. “You just can’t help yourself.” 
Chest heaving, Koge attempted to blink away her tears as she gazed up at him, her body aching terribly from being left empty so suddenly. Although she wanted to whine and beg, she didn’t quite have the energy, staying limp for him while he moved to sit between her legs. Keeping them spread open nice and wide, Bakugou’s eyes trailed over her body, his hands wandering up her thighs and along her sides.
“You’re such a pretty little thing. But these clothes have to go.” Picking up the knife that was still resting on the bed nearby, Bakugou opened it with a flick of his wrist, the blade shining in the dim light of the bedroom. Seeing it now for the first time during this session, Koge felt that anxious energy return, whining softly as the cold metal slid across her stomach. Holding the hem of her tank top one hand to keep it steady, Bakugou sliced through the fabric just as he had her shorts. Slowly, the blade trailed up the middle, cutting through the thin fabric like it was warm butter. 
Finally seeing the blade in action, Koge watched it closely though her tears, unable to restrain a small jump and squeak at the way Bakugou roughly ripped it through the thicker hem at the neckline. With the flaps of fabric tossed to the side, all the attention was now on her breasts, which were neatly tucked into a lace bralette that matched her underwear. The blade worked along the heaving curve of her breast, catching on her erect nipple and following along the delicate form, until the sharp tip caught onto the lace. The lace cut away with no resistance, and before Bakugou got to the middle seam, most of her right breast was exposed. 
Trembling and struggling not to breathe in fear of getting nicked in such a delicate place, Koge bit down hard onto the ball in her mouth with the final rough tug Bakugou used to slice her bra apart. Tossing each flap of fabric to the side, he leaned more over her, the blade working across her breast and towards her collarbone. 
“You’re being such an obedient little slut for me.” Bakugou smirked down at her, his knife pressed against the side of her neck. “You like the danger, don’t you?” 
Koge could only give a timid nod, finally accepting what she had been trying to deny. Yes, she liked this, being roughed around, mistreated and on the verge of injury at all times with that blade against her skin. It made her adrenaline spike higher with every new movement, bringing a fire to her body that pooled between her legs. No matter how dangerous it was, she loved it, and she loved the energy it gave him. Bakugou was also on fire, the sparks gleaming in his crimson gaze as he slid the knife along her jawline. 
“That’s right, baby,” his smirk grew, baring his teeth in that menacing and familiar way that made her stomach flutter violently. “Good girl.” Shifting his hips closer, Bakugou propped her hips up a bit on his thighs, his cock resting between her legs and up against her sex. “Maybe if you’re really good, I’ll give you a little treat.” 
Although she was confused as to what this treat could be, Koge nodded again, her eyes locked on his cock and the pearling precum that dripped from his flushed tip. She wasn’t the only one straining for pleasure, and it wasn’t long before Bakugou slipped his cock inside her, slow and teasing with light rolls of her swollen clit beneath his thumb. The blade was closed and placed aside again, allowing his free hand to grip her breast with a firm squeeze, using every angle he could to tease and frustrate her further. 
Toes curling, Koge moaned as he dug his cock as deep as he could inside her, lightly bucking his hips again to stir her up. The attention on her clit and the pinching of her nipple between his fingers had the pleasure spiking rapidly, new tears spilling down her cheeks. Fuck, fuck! He’s so deep! I want to cum, I want to cum so bad! Please let me! Knowing she couldn’t talk, Koge could only beg with her eyes, which only made his smirk grow. 
“What’s that look? I only just stuck my cock in you, and you want to cum already?” 
Koge gave a weak nod, leaning her head back as he began full, slow thrusts, pulling all the way out to the tip and back to the base. His attention on her clit became more aggressive while his free hand moved to her neck, squeezing with light pressure. He was only further teasing her, she knew that was a fact, and he was just going to build her up to edge her again and again until she was nothing but a sobbing mess. First the spankings, and now this, choking her while he fucked her nice and slow. It was working, of course, and the next words that came out of his mouth instantly made more tears rush down her cheeks. 
“No. You’d better not. You hear me? You better hold it back.” The slow thrusts grew rougher, slamming into her cunt while still in a slow, rhythmic pace. “Hold it back for me, baby.” 
Eyes rolling back as his grip tightened on her neck, she began to grow lightheaded, every inch of her body becoming more sensitive. She could have sworn she could feel each vein of his thick cock drag against her insides, his tip kissing the deepest parts of her and filling her to the brim. It was impossible. She wouldn’t be able to hold it. It feels so good… Fuck it feels so good! Yes, deeper! A-ah, his quirk- on my clit, n-no, it’s hot! I can’t hold it like this! Koge squirmed with the new heat against her clit from his fingers, struggling to breathe and moan with the grip he had on her neck. As if to punish her for moving, Bakugou increased the speed of his thrusts, instantly breaking her and ending her tantrum. 
“Don’t cum, Utsuro! You’ll regret it!” 
It’s too hard! I want to! 
“Hold it!” 
I can’t! No, no- Katsuki--!
Right before she could lose control, Bakugou slipped himself out of her and released his grip on her neck, allowing her to breathe in deeply through her nose and squeeze her thighs together in frustration. Hiccupping as the edging brought on a dull ache, Koge looked up at him again, hoping that her pathetic expression would help sway him to finally giving her what she wanted. All it did was boost his power trip, rocking his hips along her sex while keeping her thighs closed around him. 
“That look, Utsuro. Fuck, it makes me want to destroy you. To fucking ruin you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 
Still heaving to catch her breath, Koge nodded, soaking in the light pleasure against her clit. She wanted that more than anything right now, to just let him go at her so that she could take the pleasure and cum freely. At this point, she didn’t care how he did it or what he wanted to do. She just needed to cum, and her desperation must have been more obvious than she thought, as the wicked smirk on her lover’s lips only grew wider. 
“Yeah, of course you would,” Bakugou spread her legs open again, taking pleasure in observing the mess he had made of her. “You love it when I fuck you senseless. And you’ve been such a good girl for me… I think you deserve a reward.” Pulling her hips up further onto his thighs, he first stroked his length along her soaked cunt before placing his tip up against her neglected asshole, slipping in with ease and immediately sending Koge into a new round of gasping moans. 
Fuck, I should have known he was going to go there! M-my ass… he knows I can’t resist… It’s so deep! By the time he was completely buried into her, Koge was a trembling mess, sobbing and curling her toes as the anticipation of his movements grew unbearable. With the sound of a low hum resonating from his chest, she forced her clenched eyes to open, peering up at him through her tears. 
“That’s a good look for you, Utsuro,” Bakugou’s hand slid down her body, caressing her curves until he reached her neck, slipping around the back of her head to unclasp the gag. As it fell loose, he removed it, tossing it aside along with the forgotten knife and tattered clothing. “All helpless and desperate. Crying and drooling. You’re such a perfect little slut.” Before she could respond or even relax her jaw, two of his fingers plunged into her mouth, sliding across her tongue all the way to the knuckle. Along with the pressure on the back of her throat, Koge could feel him stir up her insides with light bucks of his hips, forcing choked whines to escape against his fingers. “That’s it. Suck on them. Fuck-” 
Just the sight and feeling of her following his commands spurred him on to fuck her properly, already working to pick up the pace where he had left off. It was difficult for Koge to keep up the attention to his fingers as he slammed into her, but she did the best she could, rolling her tongue around the digits and sucking on them as if they were his cock. Though, they didn’t stay long, as the need for release was starting to get to him too much to resist, and he set her mouth free in favor of holding her firmly in place. For the first time, Koge could breathe properly, taking in sharp breaths against her moans. 
“K-Katsuki-!” 
“Yeah, baby,” Bakugou slammed into her harder, forcing a cry and a hiccupping sob from her throat as she leaned her head back. “Moan my name. Cry for me and tell me how much you love my fucking cock.” 
“I-I love it-!” Her praise only granted her more effort from him, slamming into her so hard and deep she was surprised she could still think at all. “I love your fat cock in my ass!” 
“It feels good, slut?” 
“Y-yes!” “You want to cum for me?” 
“Please! Please, I want to! Please let me-” A sharp gasp interrupted her as the same two fingers he had plunged into her mouth now slipped into her waiting cunt, fucking her deep and in rhythm with the thrusting of his hips. She knew in that moment what he was trying to do, and with his fingers angled just the right way to drag across her sensitive walls, there wasn’t anything Koge could do to hold herself back. Within moments, the pressure built up and exploded, her body arching and trembling as a cry left her sore throat with her orgasm. The release so powerful, Koge didn’t notice the liquid that gushed from her, coating Bakugou’s hips and hand as he continued to thrust into her, prolonging the pleasure until he couldn’t hold back another moment. 
With how tightly she constricted against him, Bakugou didn’t bother to hold back his own grunts and moans, completely giving in to the ecstasy and the blissful feeling of release. Dug as deeply into her as he could get, his hot cum filling her, the blonde hunched forward over her still trembling body, using both arms to prop himself up as he struggled to come down from his high. “Oh fuck… Damn that’s… Fuck.” 
“Same,” Koge choked out through heavy breaths, her throat sore and mouth dry in desperate need for a drink. “Too good… All that torture today… Worth it.” 
Giving a deep, tired chuckle, Bakugou slowly removed himself from within her, carefully pushing her legs back a bit to observe the mess they had both made, with her liquid soaking them and his cum dripping from her. “Worth it. Fuck that was a huge squirt, Utsuro. I don’t think we’ll even be able to use these covers tonight, you got it everywhere.” 
“Your fault.” Blinking away the tears still blurring her vision, Koge looked at her hips, watching a stray bead of her essence roll down her abdomen to rest in her bellybutton. “You wanted it.” 
“It’s so fucking hot.” His hands slid around to her backside, using his thumbs to spread her pussy open, smirk crossing his lips at the way it twitched with further anticipation. “So pretty. Who knew you’d get so fucking turned on by a knife.” 
Cheeks flushing with a new heat, Koge huffed, placing her feet against his shoulders, and giving him a light push in punishment of his teasing. “Shut up. You’re the one that got all rock hard ripping my clothes apart.” 
“And?” Sitting down, Bakugou tenderly scooped her up to sit on his lap, straddling his legs and facing him. Carefully, he pulled loose the shirt that still had her arms tied behind her back, trailing soft kisses along her neck and shoulder as she rested against him. “You’re surprised?” 
“No,” Koge gave a soft sigh of relief once her arms were free, first stretching them out to the side before removing the last remnants of her shirt and bra. Once free, her arms slipped around his torso, hugging, and cuddling into him tenderly and gaining his embrace in return. “Not surprised at all. Dirty boy.” 
“Well you’re a dirty girl, so we’re even.” 
“So dirty that we need a bath. Like right now.” 
With only a grunt in agreement, Bakugou scooted off the bed and stood with her still in his arms, heading towards the large master ensuite. Within no time, the large soaking tub was filled with the boiling hot water that Koge preferred, which she also insisted on having nearly overflowing with bubbles from a bottle of bubble bath liquid she found in the cabinet. The instant she plopped in, she was nearly swallowed, bringing a chuckle from Bakugou as he crawled in behind her. “Where’d you go?”
“I’m in bubble land.” Koge scooped the bubbles out of her way, immediately scooting her way over to rest on Bakugou’s chest as he leaned back against the side of the rub, both of his arms up on the edge. With his lips finally easily within her each, she couldn’t resist kissing him softly, sighing in sleepy happiness at the feeling of his fingers running through her hair. “Mm… How’d I get so lucky?” 
“Lucky?” Bakugou continued to lightly push her wet hair back from her face, his usually stern crimson glare softened as he glanced over her fair features. With a small nod that brushed their noses together, Koge brought her hands up to caress his cheeks, smiling sweetly. Her beauty and the cutesy affection nearly had Bakugou choking on his own breath, his skin flushing beneath her touch. How she could do this to him, turning him into a pile of mushy feelings, was something he could never understand, nor was it something he ever wanted to lose. 
“Yes. There’s no one in the world as lucky as me. Because you love me. And days like this just remind me how special our love is. I’d never find something else like it in the entire world or any other lifetime. I love you so much.” Voice wavering as she grew emotional, she pressed herself up closer to him, pulling him into a passionate kiss that he returned immediately, even sitting up off the side of the tub so he could hold and caress her tighter. Times like this where they could be alone were so rare now that these types of moments were scarce, and even though Bakugou wasn’t one to be so sentimental, Koge’s loving and affectionate nature was infectious when these moments came about. He couldn’t help but melt into her, to hold her close and kiss her as if he’d never have the chance again. And, with his profession, anything could happen at any time that could rip them from each other. Just the thought of that brought a heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders, pulling away from the kiss to cup her cheeks and keep her attention. 
“I love you. And I’ve been shit about making sure we have time for us, to have days like this just to ourselves. I hate the feeling of missing you, even when we sleep in the same bed every night, and I know you do, too. I… let it happen way too fucking often. Because you’re right. I’d never find this again… And I wouldn’t even want to try.” 
Blinking away the new burning in her eyes, Koge caressed both of his hands, bringing them around to hold them at her chest. “I wouldn’t either. My Katsuki… You can’t ever leave me.” Nuzzling her face into his fingers, Koge couldn’t help the few tears that escaped her eyes, rolling down her nose and falling onto his skin. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” Before she could get too far gone, Bakugou hushed her, caressing her cheeks again and placing rough, playful kisses in random spots on her face until her voice broke with giggles. 
“None of that,” He growled with a fake threatening tone against her lips. “You have me forever, dumbass.” A final kiss ended the conversation, with Bakugou leaning back against the side of the tub again with his wife resting comfortably on his chest. Beaming up at him, Koge pushed his hair back out of his face, wetting it enough to keep it slicked back before she began to pile bubbles on top. 
“I bet I can style these bubbles to look like your hair.” 
“I bet you can’t.” 
“We are not doing another bet. I’ll lose again! I’m sad, I wanted this place to have a hot tub.” 
“Ah, speaking of that… They had already ordered one. So you wouldn’t have won either way.” 
“What?! Katsuki, you cheater!” 
“Ow! Don’t pinch my face like that!”
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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years
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KoKat Full Masterlist
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I wanted to set up my Koge x Bakugou masterlist, with each story in order of their relationship. I’ll add them into place as I go. 
Tags: 
Bakugou x Koge | Koge | KoKat
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Key: 
* - Important Moment ` - Non-canon Event ( random story that didn’t actually happen)
SODA-pressing - Teen | Humor / Fluff
Cuties and Chips - Teen | Fluff / Humor *
Love Of My Life -  Teen | Fluff
Hollow -  Teen | Humor / Fluff *
The Jeans - Teen | Fluff / Humor
All Of Me -  Teen | Fluff / Romance *
‘Cute’-suki - Teen | Fluff / Humor
Happy Birthday, Dumbass - Teen | Fluff / Romance *
Christmas Promises - Teen | Romance / Fluff / Humor *
Valentine’s Day Stalker - Teen | Humor / Fluff
Dear Teacher, You’re Insane - Teen | Humor / Fluff *
Destination Procrastination - Teen | Humor / Fluff
Shitheads - Teen | Fluff / Romance / Angst / Comfort *
Skate Date - Teen | Fluff / Humor
Truth - Teen | Fluff / Romance *
Pop pt 1 and Pop pt 2 - Teen | Fluff / Humor
Frisky, Freaky, Fuckery - Explicit | Fluff / Humor / Horror
Home -  Teen | Humor / Fluff / Romance *
Sickeningly Sweet - Explicit | Romance / Fluff
Stronger, For You -Teen | Romance / Fluff
Screw Your Pumpkins! - Teen | Fluff / Humor
Apple Cider Rum - Teen | Fluff / Humor
Emotion - Teen | Romance / Fluff / Angst *
Decorate The Grinch - Teen | Fluff / Humor
Christmas Love - Teen | Fluff / Comfort / Romance
Gimme That Soup - Explicit | Romance / Humor
Are You Mad? - Explicit | Humor 
Those Words - Teen | Fluff / Romance
Freaky Drunk - Explicit | Fluff / Humor
Bird Brains - Teen | Romance / Humor
Switched - Explicit | Fluff / Romance / Domestic / Humor `
Wet Dream - Explicit | Romance 
I don’t… What?! - Mature | Humor / Romance
Me-Wow - Teen | Fluff / Humor `
Possessed - Explicit | Suspense `
XO - Explicit | Fluff / Romance / Domestic
Surprise Girlfriend - Explicit | Romance / Humor / Fluff `
Hoodie - Explicit | Fluff / Humor
Hoodie pt. 2 | Explicit | Fluff / Humor
A Sleepy Love - Teen | Romance / Fluff
Scars Like Stars - Mature | Romance / Hurt / Comfort / Fluff *
Present - Explicit | Fluff / Romance / Domestic
Memories - Explicit | Romance / Angst / Fluff *
MistleNO - Teen | Fluff / Humor / Domestic
Dizzy -  Teen | Family / Drama
Doubts and Pouts - Teen | Romance / Fluff
Matsuki - Mature | Family / Fluff / Romance *
Family - Teen | Family / Humor
The Ring - Teen | Romance / Humor *
Pads and Candy, Please - Teen | Humor / Domestic / Fluff
Sleepy and Toasty - Teen | Fluff / Family
Coco Loco - Teen | Fluff / Humor / Romance
Sweet Drunk - Teen | Fluff / Humor
Accidental Proposal - Explicit | Romance / Fluff *
Shameful - Teen | Romance / Humor
Scandalous - Explicit | Romance / Humor / Drama
Squished - Everyone | Romance / Fluff / Domestic
Little Nurse - Teen | Fluff / Humor / Domestic
Family Nap - Everyone | Family / Humor / Fluff
Cold Inside - Teen | Hurt / Comfort
Always - Fluff / Hurt / Comofrt / Romance / Domestic *
Always, I’m Alone - Teen
Always, I’m Here - Mature 
Always, I’ll Love You - Explicit
Cookie Gremlin - Teen | Fluff / Humor / Domestic 
Christmas Mystery - Teen | Family / Humor / Fluff *
Three - Mature | Romance / Angst / Humor *
Midnight Whispers - Explicit | Fluff / Angst / Comfort / Domestic *
Blanket - Teen | Fluff / Family / Romance
Summer Solitude - Fluff / Romance / Humor / Domestic
Part 1 - Mature
Part 2 - Explicit
Adopt a Pumpkin - Teen | Family / Fluff / Humor
Salty Surprise - Everyone | Family / Fluff / Domestic / Humor
Babysitter - Teen | Family / Fluff / Humor
Mini Vacation - Teen | Fluff / Romance / Humor
Candy Hoard - Teen | Family / Humor
The Talk - Teen | Family / Humor / Fluff *
Unapologetically - Teen | Fluff / Family  *
Chocolate Comfort - Teen | Comfort / Humor *
Victory - Teen | Fluff / Romance *
Birthday - Mature | Family / Fluff / Humor *
Pushover - Teen | Family / Fluff
Grandbabies - Teen | Family / Humor / Fluff
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The Dragon Kings Treasure - Fantasy AU | 21 Chapters - Finished | Explicit | Romance / Angst
Sea Legs - Mermaid AU | 15 Chapters - Finished | Explicit | Romance / Fluff / Humor
Return To Me - Vampire AU | 7 Chapters - Unfinished | Explicit | Romance / Angst
Sneaky Santa - Modern Quirkless AU | Teen | Fluff / Humor
It’s War - Fantasy AU | Teen | Humor / Fluff
Key of Love - Demon AU | Mature | Romance / Angst 
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One - Random Relationship Headcanons | Teen
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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years
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Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)
Story Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic / Humor
Story Warnings: Body swapping, Foreplay (fingering / hand job), Masturbation, Sex (vaginal), Implied oral at the end, Alcohol, Intoxication, Cursing, Degrading dirty talk
Words: 7,447
a/n: This was incredibly difficult, awkward, and confusing to write, but I had a lot of fun with it and I hope it’s not too all over the place! I also hope no one gets too confused reading it but... either way, enjoy!
Written for the @bnhabookclub​​ ‘s members bingo event!
Crossed off: Body Swap
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BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~
Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+
Art in banner by me
“Uh… Katsuki-” Koge choked on her own voice, covering her mouth as she peered down at her lover in complete shock. Or, well, she was technically staring down at… herself? What had happened? How the hell was she staring down at herself, her own pale blue gaze locked on her with just as much confusion. Her eyes that she had only ever seen through a reflection grew from surprised to absolutely horrified, skin growing pale - or, paler - as her body began to tremble.
“W-what the fuck, why do I-- wait, that’s not--!” Mimicking Koge’s previous movements of covering her mouth, the petite woman took a few steps back, looking up and down the body that Koge herself currently inhabited. “Not my voice! Why are you--? How did we--?!” 
Taking in a deep breath through her nose, Koge finally looked down at her body, squeaking out in shock at the view she had of a muscular torso clad in a black tank top. Next, her large hands moved up into her hair, feeling around the shortness of the soft locks that she was highly familiar with. 
“Don’t make that sound with my voice!” 
“Your voice?” Koge looked back down at Bakugou, and she could now, without a doubt, confirm the horrible and shocking truth. 
The two of them had switched bodies. 
“Katsuki, how the hell did this happen?” Koge took a few steps forward, placing both of her hands on Bakugou’s cheeks, though the size of them threw her off, nearly poking him in the eye. With a scoff and a snarl that Koge had never seen on her own face before, Bakugou smacked her hands away, frantically looking around them for the source of what had caused this catastrophe. 
“That person that bumped into us earlier! It had to have been them! Where the fuck did they go?” Bakugou began his trek back down the sidewalk the way the couple had originally come, white hair flipping and bobbing in its high ponytail as he looked around with snappy and rushed movements. People around them were also quite confused, stepping out of his way to avoid the fuming tiny body. Not wanting him to get too far away from her, Koge trotted after him, her newfound long legs making it quite easy to catch up. 
“Wait, wait, wait! Katsuki, we didn’t even see what he looked like, we can’t just go storming through the streets like this.” 
“No, I saw what he looked like!” Bakugou tried to look back at her, though his gaze instinctively went down, instead landing on Koge’s thighs. Embarrassment flashed across his face before he looked up, catching Koge’s gaze only for a moment before becoming visibly frustrated. “We can’t stay like this!” 
“I know that we can’t, Katsuki, but there are literally hundreds of people out right now. And you… don’t have a quirk that can get you up high anymore…” Koge timidly fiddled with her unfamiliar blunt nails, brow furrowed in worry. “I don’t know what to do about it.” 
“He was a fucking bald dude. And don’t pick at my nails, they’re short enough as it is!” Bakugou slapped her hands, though he did step in closer. “Take us up onto that building! I have my hero license if someone tries to stop us--” 
“I can’t use your quirk!” Her voice went higher than she had ever heard Bakugou’s in her panic, and the annoyance was visible on Bakugou’s face as his nose scrunched up. “Katsuki I wouldn’t even know how to activate it. And what if I did too strong of an explosion? I could kill people!” With a shake of her head, Koge shoved her hands into her pockets firmly. “No, I won’t even try--” 
“-- But we gotta find that asshole!” 
“I know we do, my love, but that just isn’t safe! We still have to be responsible…” 
“Then what do we do?” 
Koge looked up and down the sidewalk, giving a heavy sigh as she gazed over the bobbing heads of the packed crowds walking around them. “We just… we’ll have to look for him on foot, I guess. Let’s just go down the way we came from and I’ll try to spot him. You said bald? Anything else?” 
Falling oddly silent, Bakugou’s face flushed in agitation, both of his hands clutching onto the hem of the skirt Koge had worn that day. The longer he stood there silently, trying to coordinate his thoughts, the more his body began to tremble. 
“I… can’t remember…” Bakugou grumbled, eyes falling to look down at the sidewalk in defeat. “And there’s a million bald bastards in this city. Fuck!” 
Frowning, Koge caressed Bakugou’s arms gently, momentarily surprised at the way his entire hand could easily wrap around her body's upper arm. She truly was a tiny woman, though seeing it from this point of view was shocking. “Katsuki, let’s just… Why don’t we go to the police? If I was paying attention correctly, he seemed to bump into us very purposefully… I wonder if he’s doing these things to couples and random people to cause trouble.” 
Suddenly, Bakugou’s eyes lit up, as if a lightbulb had gone off inside his brain. “Ah, wait…! Shit.” Fumbling with the small purse slung over his shoulder, Bakugou pulled out Koge’s phone, poking the screen with lightning fast panic before holding the phone up to his ear. While they waited for whoever it was to answer, Koge used her grip on his arm to pull him off to the side into a little alleyway between businesses, so that they wouldn’t be in the way and she could possibly hear the conversation as well. 
“Put it on speaker--” 
With another glance up at her, Bakugou did so, holding the phone between them as they listened to it ring. Finally, a ring cut off, the cheery voice of their close friend ringing through the air. 
“Koge! Hey, how’s it going?” 
“It’s not Koge, shittyhair, it’s me!” 
“What? You sound like Koge, but she never calls me that.” 
“It’s me, Bakugou!” 
“Bakugou? Uh… Koge, is this like… a prank?” 
Tensing up with teeth clenched in a snarl, Bakugou nearly looked like he was about to throw the phone on the ground, even squatting down slightly in his typical aggressive posture with his other hand held up in agitation. “No-!” 
“N-no, Eijirou, it’s not a prank. Just… something happened, I’m not sure why Bakugou called you--” Koge interrupted, stepping in a bit closer to not only make sure that Kirishima could hear her clearly, but also to keep Bakugou from breaking her phone. 
“Okay, this is really trippy, man. You’re not messing with me?” 
“Just listen to me!” Bakugou barked loudly, startling Koge enough to make her jump. “You know that fucking guy we got a report on yesterday? The bitch that is making people switch bodies?” Koge caught Bakugou’s gaze, though the glare he gave her told her to hold her tongue for a moment. “What’d it say? It wasn’t in my jurisdiction, so I didn’t pay much attention to it.” 
“That’s not very hero-ish of you, man, you should pay attention to all of--” 
“I don’t need a fucking lecture, asshole!” 
“Wow, it’s so weird to hear Koge talk like this! Okay, okay. Yeah, I remember, what about it?” 
“Did they say anything about the quirk? How long it lasts or what to do if you get hit by it?” Seeming comforted by the fact that Kirishima knew what he was talking about, Bakugou’s posture relaxed, standing up straight with his free hand firmly on his hip. Koge had to admit that seeing her body acting out all these familiar reactions was very trippy, especially since she had grown quite desensitized from years and years of being with Bakugou. 
“Oh, wait, did you really get hit with it--?” 
“Are you shitting me right now?!” Bakugou barked, even somehow producing his signature growl using Koge’s meek voice. “Would I be asking if it hadn’t happened?!” 
“Oh, true, I guess. Uh, yeah, they said that it goes away on its own after a few days-” 
“Days?!” 
“Yeah, man. Just lay low for a while. You’re on vacation anyway, aren’t you? No one has to know! I won’t tell.” 
“Don’t fucking talk to anyone about it. Not even Curls, got it?!” As he gave an aggressive point at the phone screen, Koge had to hold back a laugh and keep her snide comments to herself. She couldn’t help a little snort from escaping, however, and Bakugou’s finger moved to her, as did his warning glare that this statement applied to her, too. 
“Haha, don’t worry, Nene won’t hear it from me! Ya need anything else, man? I actually have a villain like… tied up right now-” 
“And you still answered the fucking phone?” 
“Well yeah, why wouldn’t I?” 
Bakugou gave a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, mumbling to himself at the idiocy of his best friend. “Alright. Thanks.” 
“No problem! Later!” 
With the farewell, Bakugou hung up the call, turning his annoyed glare up to Koge, who released a small sigh in relief. “Well, Katsuki, I guess… We should do that?” 
Putting the phone away, Bakugou shook his head, turning his glare out to watch the people passing by. “I fucking hate it. I want to be able to catch that fucker.” How antsy he had become was visible, as if he were hanging on the tips of his toes to run off again and search the entire city himself. That would be a fruitless venture, and if Koge didn’t come up with some way to pull him back, he was going to go trotting around in her body and cause who knows how much trouble. 
“I know, love.” Koge took both of his hands again gently, unable to help the small smile on her lips at how Bakugou’s cheeks flushed at her touch. “But don’t worry. It’ll pass. How about we just continue on with our day?” 
“There’s no fucking way I’m going to a movie and shit like this, Utsuro. Let’s just go home.” How quickly he gave in was quite surprising, his brow furrowing in helplessness. “I feel fucking weird standing out here in a damn skirt, anyway. Couldn’t you have worn hose or leggings? Something besides just these fucking underwear that are all the way up my crack!” 
Koge instantly burst out in a choked laugh, covering her lips with one hand to try and hide her amused smile. “Well, someone told me to wear those earlier while we were getting ready. They look cute, but they’re really uncomfortable.” 
“Then why do you wear them!?” 
“Because they’re your favorite right now. Though I bet that’s gonna change now that you gotta walk all the way home in them.” Koge placed both her hands on his cheeks, pushing white bangs out of the way to press a sweet kiss on his forehead. “Or, if you really want, just slip them off and put them in the purse. No one will know unless the wind blows the skirt up.” 
Growling as his face flushed a dark crimson from the affection, Bakugou gripped onto both of her hands, digging the tips of his fingers between her palms and his cheeks. “Don’t use my body to kiss yours! It’s weird! And no, I’m not going to pussy out and take them off. If you can deal with them for me, then I can take it.” Even though his voice was aggressive, the softness in his gaze as he looked up at her gave away how appreciative he was of her calming and distracting him. 
Ignoring his command, Koge gave him another smooch on the forehead before releasing him, though one of his hands stayed clutched onto hers tightly. “Let’s go home, then. We can just get tipsy off whisky and watch stupid horror movies instead.” 
“I need to get fucking wasted to handle this shit.” Bakugou began to storm out of the ally, tugging her along by the hand, even though he was nearly pulled back just from the sturdiness of his muscular original body. “Fuck, walk, would’ya!?” 
“I am!” Koge kept up with him, though she let out an audible groan only a few steps down the sidewalk, shoving her free hand into her pocket nervously. “I’m going to bump into all these people, I know it. I’m not used to being this huge!” 
“And you think it’s easy for me to be this small?!” Bakugou scoffed, glaring up at Koge out of the corner of his eye. “You’re a shrimp! I feel like anyone could just step on me. I hate it.” 
“Your dick is also super weird feeling,” Koge mumbled barely loud enough for Bakugou to hear. “It jiggles around when I walk, why do you wear such loose pants and boxers?” 
“Maybe because I like the freedom? Be grateful I even wore boxers today, you know I usually don’t with sweatpants.” 
“It’s weird! I feel like I need to walk with my legs spread-” 
“-Don’t, you’ll make me look like a dipshit!” 
“Oh, hm. Then I’m gonna do it, all the way home, and tomorrow there will be reports of the great Ground Zero walking around like he has a stick up his ass.” 
“Utsuro…!” 
They returned home within the hour, having bickered most of the way back on how to properly carry each other’s bodies and basic etiquette concerning skirts, which Bakugou failed to follow, as he demonstrated quite well by nearly flashing everyone while not holding the skirt down as a train flew past in the station. Koge was quick to hold it down for him, even if his initial reaction and bark not to touch his ass pulled in more attention than a little cheeky peek would have. 
Otherwise it was a cacophony of “don’t slouch”, “you can’t just reach into your shirt to fix your bra in front of everyone”, “pull up your pants, they’re too far down your ass”, “don’t play pocket pool, everyone can see”, “stop frowning so much, you’ll give my face permanent wrinkles”, and whatever other little thing the couple could find to nitpick. 
By the time they walked through the door to their apartment, Bakugou was beyond agitated, taking off his shoes before storming into the kitchen. “I’m not leaving this damn place until we’re normal again! Not for anything!” 
With a small roll of her eyes at his attitude, Koge took her shoes off as well, leaving them at the entrance. Following her lover, she immediately burst out into laughter at the sight of him trying to reach up to their alcohol stash, which was on a cabinet shelf that she could never reach, not without the help of a chair, a stool, or a strong man. “What’s the matter, Katsuki? A little short, aren't cha?” 
“I fucking swear Utsuro, I will destroy your stupid ass!” 
“So you’ll destroy yourself? Doesn’t sound very productive.” Smirk on her lips, Koge slipped her hands under his arms, grabbing him by the armpits to easily hoist him up. “Up you go!” 
Flailing, Bakugou didn’t even bother to grab the alcohol, snatching the skirt and holding it against his hips as a shocked squeak left his lips. “Hey! You bitch, put me down!” 
Koge sputtered a chuckle, giving a roll of her eyes as she nudged him towards the cabinet. “Oh my god, Katsuki, it’s literally my body, why are you hiding yourself! Get the whisky!” 
“I don’t need your help!” 
“Love, I know better than anyone that you do need my help.” 
“I’m not a fucking child-!” 
“-Just get it and I’ll let you down!”
Huffing in defiance, Bakugou glared up at the bottle of alcohol before snatching it, holding it tightly to his chest before slamming the cabinet door closed. “Put me the fuck down!” 
“But you’re so light! I could just carry you forever. Like my own little pocket Katsuki,” Koge plopped him down onto his feet, putting her hands triumphantly on her hips as she smiled down at him, though all she received in return was a flustered glare. 
“Don’t ever pick me up again.” 
“No?” Smile turning sly, Koge placed both of her hands firmly against the edge of the countertop, arms on either side of his body and trapping him in place. “I promise I won’t do it again. If you give me a kiss.” 
Bakugou’s cheeks flushed all the way to his ears, immediately shaking his head. “No! Utsuro, that’s weird! That’s like kissing myself.” 
“Nuh uh, you’re just kissing me.” 
“You could kiss your own body and not be creeped out?” Glowering up at her, Bakugou popped the cork out of the whisky bottle, holding it tightly by the neck. Koge sighed, letting her head hang for a moment as she met his glare with one of her own. 
“Katsuki. I want you to think of all the other weird shit we’ve done. You shove your fingers and your dick in my mouth during and after fucking me all the time. You eat me out - pussy and ass - and then kiss me. Honestly. You think I’m scared of kissing myself? Also,” Koge shifted her weight to the other foot, smile returning to her lips. “You have no excuses to be grossed out, either. You literally ate me out the other day, even after you had already cum in me. And you let me kiss you after sucking you off and everything else, too. No excuses.” 
Falling silent in contemplation, Bakugou brought the bottle up to his lips, taking a decent swig of the dark liquid. “Why do you always have to have a rational reasoning for everything? I love that about you, but sometimes it pisses me off, ‘cause I can never win!” 
“Soooo?” Koge’s smile grew, eyes growing brighter with her victory. “Kiss?” 
Aggressively snatching onto the front of Koge’s shirt, Bakugou yanked her down, allowing their lips to press together in an awkward and uncoordinated mess. Koge was quick to try and recover it, however, taking hold of his cheeks and using her memory of the way he kissed her to mimic his movement and position. Bakugou wasn’t quite able to do the same, his smaller mouth a bit awkward for him, but neither seemed to mind when Koge pulled away. She nearly burst out into laughter at how incredibly red his face was, giving him one more peck on the lips before pulling away. 
“Don’t be so shy, Katsuki! You have really soft lips, you know, you should enjoy it.” 
“Yeah but your mouth is so fucking tiny, I felt like you were going to eat my face.” 
“Well, we have a few days to practice. Maybe it’ll make us better kissers when we’re normal again.” 
“You’re not getting another kiss, that was it.” 
“I dunno, Katsuki. Who knows what that whisky will make you feel like in my body.” 
As the sun set, the couple sat on the couch in their living room, watching whatever movie looked the most absurd. By now, the two of them had finished off the bottle of whisky, with Bakugou being the one to really go at it. Even though Koge had just as much as he had, she wasn’t feeling anything more than a little buzz, her body relaxed and eyes feeling heavy with the weight of alcohol. But, at the other end of the couch from where she sat, Bakugou seemed to be barely holding himself together. 
Koge had warned him, though. She had told him that she was a total lightweight, and getting drunk was incredibly, and almost frighteningly, easy for her. Still, here he was, drinking like he was still in his own body. Pushed right to the edge of no longer being coherent or truly conscious of his actions or surroundings, Koge had taken the whisky away and put it up, leaving Bakugou to pout and whine. She could deal with it, since it was better than having to take care of him while he puked on the floor. Thankfully, they had a lot of snacks, too, so that helped to offset the intoxication just a little bit. 
That didn’t help his attitude, though. Frustrated that she had taken the whisky away from him, he plopped himself on the other end of the couch, a permanent pout on his lips as he watched the television with hazy focus. She had tried to get him to return to cuddles, but he was being stubborn, so in the end, she let him sit alone to pout until he got lonely on his own. 
“This movie is the worst.” Koge mumbled as she plopped some popcorn into her mouth, giving a sigh as she stretched out her legs along the couch, giving a small groan as they crackled and popped at the joints. “Jeez, Katsuki, your body is so sore! What the hell have you been doing that’s different with your workouts?” 
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Bakugou mumbled, ignoring her feet as they rested against his thigh. “Whisky thief.” 
With a roll of her eyes, Koge tossed some popcorn at him, hitting him in the cheek and making him jump. Huffing, Bakugou picked up the piece and threw it back, only to be pelted with at least five more pieces. “Stop, ya salty bitch!” 
“You’re the salty bitch tonight.” Koge tossed another, only for Bakugou to somehow successfully catch it in his mouth despite his incoordination. “Ooh, nice one, babe. Even shitfaced you can still catch popcorn.” 
“I am not shitfaced.” Bakugou began to pick up the pieces of popcorn that had fallen over his body, though one was particularly difficult as it fell between the impressive cleavage he now sported. “Damn you and your big tits!” 
“What?! You love my tits, don’t act like that.” Koge’s attention was pulled back to the television with the sound of a particularly horrific scream, the gruesome death scene doing nothing to perturb her. “Aw, poor thing. Getting chopped up by a meat cleaver.” 
“Oh damn, is that the sexy one?” 
“Nah, it’s her friend. The sexy one is still off with her boyfriend.” 
“The sexy one needs to come back, she looks like you.” Bakugou let out a belch, reaching out to grab the bottle of water Koge had given to him to drink. “I can’t look at you, so I have to look at her instead.” 
Koge gave a small chortle, having to control herself to not burst out laughing as water accidentally dribbled out of his mouth and down his chin, once again landing on his chest and slipping down into his cleavage. “Katsuki, you can look at me. Just look down, you are literally in my body.” 
“It’s not the same… Fuck!” Wiping his chin with the back of his hand, he grumbled in annoyance to himself, nearly missing the table while attempting to put the water bottle back in its place. “Why is this table so fucking far away.” 
“It’s not. You drunk.” 
“Fuck off. Ooh damn, there she is. How much she looks like you is fucking crazy. Oh shit, they’re getting frisky.” Bakugou settled back against the couch, intently focused on the TV to his highest capability. 
“Do you love her more than me?” 
“I want to fucking bone the shit out of you, Utsuro, but I can’t, so all I can do is stare at this cunt who looks like you.” 
“So vicious. What if that was me? What if I’ve been a secret actor my whole life?” 
“I said that she looked like you, but that doesn’t mean she’s exactly like you. You’re way fucking hotter than that bitch. Also, her fake moans sound like shit.” Pulling out another piece of popcorn that he had previously forgotten on his lap, Bakugou ate it, effectively ending that conversation as the hated fake moans filled the room. As the sex scene went on, Koge found herself watching for when they would be attacked by the murderer, but there was something that bothered her about it. 
It was so damn long and more realistic than what she was used to seeing in B-rated horror movies. Usually they were quick and to the point before the couple got interrupted or murdered while fucking. But this seemed to be going on forever, and she was about to make a snide comment about it when she noticed something out of her peripheral. 
Bakugou was moving, however miniscule, and how long it had gone unnoticed wasn’t something Koge was sure about. From what she could tell without looking at him directly, he seemed to have his hands up inside the tank top he was wearing, massaging and squeezing his chest. What was more, she could hear his more hitched and deep breathing behind the sounds coming from the TV, truly giving away exactly what he was doing. 
Is he seriously touching my body? He really must be horny. 
Holding her breath so she could hear him better, Koge clutched on tightly to the bowl of popcorn still sitting on her lap, a heat rising into the tips of her ears. Why would he be doing that with her sitting right here? Could he really just not wait, or was this some kind of signal that he didn’t care about the circumstances and wanted to fuck anyway? There was also the possibility that he was so wasted that he just completely forgot that she was even there. 
With a particular loud hitching of his breath, Koge felt an unfamiliar twitch between her legs, becoming quite hyper aware of the pulsing presence pushing up against the bowl. Oooh god, I have a boner! Damn, this is bad! 
Adjusting the way she was sitting so that she could put the bowl down, she tried to sit with her legs in different positions, but in the end, she found that any position didn’t hide her affliction. Faster than she could even prepare herself, the cock she had always adored and craved was hard and pressing up uncomfortably against the sweatpants she wore. It was so sensitive, every little twitch to shifting of the fabric against it making her body tingle and crave for contact. 
She had always wondered what it felt like to have a boner, but now that she did, she could understand why Bakugou got incredibly frustrated and impatient. The urge to fuck that came with it was familiar to her, but damn was it difficult to not just start stroking it. 
“You got a fucking boner, Utsuro?” 
Koge nearly jumped out of her skin at Bakugou’s voice, finally finding the courage to look at him. Leaning back and sunk down a bit with feet placed firmly on the floor, Bakugou was still playing with his breasts beneath the tank, the shape and movement of his hands visible beneath the thin fabric. Although Koge wanted to watch, her gaze was locked with his, the heat in her ears spreading across her cheeks to the tip of her nose. 
“I… So what if I do?” Koge huffed, once again trying to hide her hips with her arms. “I’m not the one touching myself. Look at you, squeezing your - my - tits like a horny teenager who’s never seen them before. Are you even listening?!” 
Bakugou leaned his head back, mouth open in a choked moan and eyes fluttering closed, fingers clearly clamped down tightly around his hard nipples. “Fuck, your tits are so perfect and sensitive. No wonder you scream when I bite them.” 
Koge’s stomach began to bubble with nervous arousal, wishing so desperately to scoot over and join him. “What… made you want to start that?” 
“I don’t fucking know. I think… that even though I’m in your body… It still naturally reacts to things that would turn you on before, on top of my attraction to your body, I just… Fuck, I just needed to feel something!” 
At first, the theory that he proposed seemed reasonable, especially with the way Bakugou’s original body reacted just to hearing the soft and sensual gasps he had been making. Normally, just a sultry little giggle could turn Bakugou on like a furnace and his hands would be latched to her body in seconds. He adored her voice, and she loved his, but it was such a strange sensation to be turned on by her original sounds. Or maybe that wasn’t the case, and this entire theory was just drunken ramblings, his mind trying to come up with anything to rationalize what he was feeling. 
A fire rushed down Koge’s spine as Bakugou pushed the tank up over his chest, letting his breasts fall free before he took hold of them again. In the dim blue glow of the TV, Koge could see that his nipples were puffy and dark pink from the abuse, telling her that he was really going strong. The cock between her legs once again twitched impatiently at the sight, strained against the fabric that concealed it. Unsure of what else to do, she cupped it in her hand, trying to hold it in hopes that the touch would at least help a little. All it did was make the blush on her face grow hotter as she could feel it pulsing, only able to imagine the way it always felt so good being shoved down her throat. 
“How’s it feel, Utsuro? Huh? To have a dick so hard that you feel crazy, with no pussy or mouth to stick it in.” One of Bakugou’s hands left his breasts, slipping down between his legs to rub his sex on the outside of his underwear. A simple stroke to the unfamiliar and sensitive clit had him trembling, biting lazily at his bottom lip. “Fuck… You have such a slutty body. It’s weird to see it like this… To touch you as you.” 
Koge began to palm up and down the length of the cock in her hand, watching him continue to pleasure himself. “You’re the worst, you know that. You go on and on, refusing to even let me kiss you, and now you’re over there touching yourself and saying all that dirty shit.” 
“Fuck off. I don’t need you to get off, I can make your body cum myself and be done with it. You can go jack off in the bathroom or right there, I don’t fucking care.” Being familiar with her body and how to touch her, Bakugou’s hand was quick to slip inside his underwear, fingers immediately starting to plunge in and out of him. Though, Koge was immediately able to recognize the slightly confused furrow of his brow as his fingers defaulted back to his clit. 
Koge couldn’t get off on just her fingers. At this point in her life, having been with him for so long and growing used to either him getting her off or using toys, there wasn’t ever anything she could do using her own hands or fingers to truly get her off. Sure, it felt good, but very rarely and only in times of true desperation could she get herself to cum. And, if it was her body still getting turned on and not necessarily just his own horny thoughts, Koge knew that her stubborn body would want either thick fingers or a fat cock inside her, and nothing else would suffice. 
Knowing this fact could be her chance, Koge shifted herself in just a bit closer, still softly rubbing and teasing her cock through the fabric of her sweats. “What’s wrong, Katsuki? Did you forget a little something about my body? You seem a little surprised.” 
“I said fuck off! I can’t do it with you staring at me like that!” Bakugou’s hazy glare was only set on her face for a moment before it fell to her hips, the already fierce blush growing darker. He wiggled, as if his body had begun to ache for the source of pleasure it craved before he had to forcibly tear his eyes away. “I don’t need your help!” 
“You do, though, Katsuki.” Moving to sit right up beside him on her knees, Koge placed one hand on his bare thigh, feeling the corners of her lips twitch in excitement as his legs spread further open instinctively. “You’ll never be able to get off on just those little fingers. My body needs more… Why don’t you let me show you?” Moving slowly, Koge’s hand began to travel up towards Bakugou's hips, the urges within her only growing stronger by the feeling of such soft skin against rough and calloused palms. So focused on trying to persuade him, she barely noticed her other hand shifting her sweatpants out of the way, setting her cock free. 
Bakugou's eyes were immediately on her hips again, that familiar hint of contemplation in his gaze. “Utsuro, what makes you think I need your help?”
“I know you do. Just look,” It took very little pressure for Koge to slip her hand into Bakugou's underwear, finding no resistance as she replaced his fingers along his soaked cunt. With the first rough roll of her large fingers against his clit, Bakugou’s body immediately reacted just as she expected, giving a light jerk inwards with a moan slipping unrestrained from his lips. Smirk crossing her own, Koge used her memory of what he always did to her, rolling the puffy and sensitive button with hard pressure. “See the difference? See how good it feels…”
Bakugou’s chest began to heave with his breathing, eyes locked on the form of Koge’s hand moving beneath the little lace underwear. “I-it doesn’t feel any different- a-ah, fuck, I said I don’t need you!” One of Bakugou’s legs lifted to unconsciously give Koge more room, his foot slamming firmly onto the table. Taking the hint, Koge slipped her middle and third finger into him, her entire body flushing with a fierce and burning heat at the moan that left his lips. Just watching him come undone so quickly with just the deep and rhythmic movements of her fingers made her want to immediately sink her cock into whatever orifice he’d allow, but she kept control of herself. 
“You do need me, Katsuki. Look at you… Just admit that it’s amazing. That it’s exactly what my body wants. I know what my body wants.” 
Giving a click of his tongue in between his deep breaths and moans, Bakugou took hold of Koge’s cock with the hand he had been using to pleasure himself, using the slick that still coated his fingers and the dripping precum from her tip to start stroking. “I know, too! You couldn’t handle my body on your own, either!” 
Unable to resist the shuddering of her body and the deep groan that left her lips, Koge leaned forward a bit over Bakugou’s body, using her free arm against the back of the couch to hold herself steady. With every tight squeeze against her tip, Koge felt her body become more overwhelmed with the pleasure and desires for more, her hips lightly bucking up into his touch. Although it felt amazing, her eyes wandering his body and head filled with the sounds of his moans only pushed her buttons further. She needed more. This wasn’t going to be enough. 
Though, before Koge could even make another move, Bakugou cursed out loudly, putting both hands onto her chest and pushing her back roughly to force her to down onto her back. “Fuck this! Lay your stupid ass down! I’m going to take care of this, now!” 
“W-what? Wait, Katsuki-!” 
Not even giving Koge a moment to fix her position, Bakugou climbed up on top of her all while stripping off his underwear, straddling her hips. “No more waiting! I swore I wasn’t going to do this shit, but your fucking body is so slutty it can’t survive not having my cock inside it. You damn fucking whore.” Bakugou took hold of Koge’s face roughly, his drunken and horny rage making him very uncoordinated and rough, though Koge wasn’t going to complain, as the feeling of his nails in her skin made her cock ache and twitch impatiently. “You’re a whore, aren’t you? You’re my little cock hungry slut.” 
“Y-yes, Katsuki-” Koge bit down onto her bottom lip as Bakugou sat firmly down onto her hips, her cock squished between her abdomen and Bakugou’s dripping cunt. With a slow rolling of his hips, Bakugou began to grind his clit along her, from the base to the tip. “Fuck-!” 
“What’s that?” A wicked smirk crossed Bakugou’s lips, putting more pressure with each grind of his hips. “What’s wrong, Utsuro?” 
“I-” A hiss left her lips as Bakugou released her face, both of his hands resting against her stomach with nails digging into her skin. In response, Koge gripped onto his hips tightly, wishing so desperately to just shove herself inside him. “Stop teasing!” 
“You say that, but my body fucking loves it, right? Isn’t that what you’ve been going on about? And yours… fuck!” Losing his composure, Bakugou made rough and small movements right against the tip of Koge’s cock, using the ridges along the underside to pleasure himself. “Yours is on fire! This damn… fucking slutty body of yours… Only one way to deal with it-!” 
Finally lifting his hips, Bakugou wasted no time in beginning to lower himself down onto Koge’s cock, but he barely got past the tip before he had to pause. Koge might have had a bit to do with that, as the initial squeezing against her tip and the heat felt as if she might lose control of herself that instant. So, she kept a tight grip on his hips, using her strength to keep him from moving another inch as she let herself grow used to the unfamiliar pleasures. 
“Bitching out already, Utsuro?” 
Breathing heavily, Koge glared up at Bakugou, who’s smug smirk made her immediately quite flustered. “Shut up, Katsuki. You don’t even know what’s about to come.” 
“Don’t be so fucking cocky-” 
Koge didn’t allow him to even catch a breath before she pulled his hips down with a thrust of her own hips upward, bringing his hips down flush against hers to bury her cock completely inside him. All the air knocked out of his lungs, Bakugou barely even got a squeak out, nearly collapsing forward onto Koge’s chest. Eyes wide and mouth agape with shock, Bakugou’s began to tremble, struggling to take in a breath or get out a single word. Koge, however, couldn’t stand waiting a single second longer, the feeling of being so deep inside him already driving her crazy. “A-ah, Katsuki! It’s so hot!” 
“D-don’t, don’t-!” 
Bakugou’s voice was a choked whisper as Koge began to thrust upwards into him, overpowering him to keep control so he couldn’t move away. Although he was being defiant, Bakugou couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from his lips, completely overwhelmed with the pleasure. Koge was the same, the feeling of being squeezed like this with each thrust so blissful that she already felt the urge to cum. But, within a few moments, Bakugou gathered himself, giving a frustrated yell as one of his hands came to rest roughly and firmly on Koge’s face, two of his fingers plunging into her mouth to get her attention. 
“I said don’t!” With the momentary confusion, Bakugou began to take over the pace, bouncing his body. “I said I was going to take care of this! Don’t fuck me unless I say so!” 
“W-what are you saying?” Koge’s ability to speak was inhibited by his fingers, but she was too overcome with wave after wave of pleasure to care. “I am fucking you! Ack, don’t-!” Koge pulled his hand away from her mouth. “Your body has a weak gag reflex! You can’t stick your fingers down my throat right now, I’ll puke!” 
“No shit! I don’t suck cock like you do every day! Fuck, it’s already in there so fucking deep, how can your body want more?!” 
“A-ah, mm- wait! Wait, Katsuki!” Koge felt completely helpless as Bakugou rode her with vigor, bouncing his body rougher and more eager than Koge could ever remember doing herself. He was completely smitten, the pleasure only intoxicating him further until he wasn’t holding himself back. “I-I’m not sure I can hold out! How do you hold it in?!” 
“Shut the fuck up and clench your balls, Utsuro!” 
“That isn’t how it works!” 
“I don’t fucking know, I can’t think! Distract yourself-!” A squeak left his lips as Koge snatched onto the tank he still wore, yanking him down and pulling him into a kiss to do just that. Bakugou was quick to reciprocate, only having to pause his hips for a moment before he began to pick back up the pace, moaning and gasping into the kiss as both of his hands buried into Koge’s hair. His nails in her scalp and how eager he was didn’t help Koge’s condition at all, and just hearing the way his voice hitched in that familiar sign of getting close to his peak made her body tense in frustration. 
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Koge once again began thrusting upwards into him, matching his pace and rhythm. Bakugou’s voice immediately spiked, his head resting into Koge’s shoulder, though he didn’t do anything to stop her. “Utsuro! I said… I-... I said don’t!” 
“Shut up, Katsuki! Just let me do it! It’s obvious you’re enjoying getting fucked by your own cock, so take it!” 
“I’m not! I’m not- it’s your fucking slutty body! It has nothing to do with me! Oh shit, that spot there! There- fuck!” 
“A-ah, Katsuki, don’t squeeze, I can’t-!” 
From that moment on, there was nothing Koge could do to restrain herself. His moans, the slapping of skin and the feeling of his walls constricting around her like a vice pushed her over the edge, a burst of pleasure rocketing from the pressure within her hips. It was unlike anything she was used to feeling, the singular powerful pop of pleasure bringing her body nearly to a complete halt, gasping and groaning into Bakugou’s hair as her hips bucked up hard and deep into him. 
With the last twinge of pleasure, it felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of her body, falling limp as she struggled to catch her breath. “Damn… That’s… Nothing like normal. Not as strong as what I’m used to either but- OUCH!” Koge winced as there was a sudden harsh yank to her hair, peering up at Bakugou through one clenched eye as he sat up, though the dark look on his face immediately made Koge’s stomach churn nervously. “Oh no-” 
“I didn’t cum yet, Utsuro.” Bakugou’s glare was dark, as if he were about to go on a murderous rampage. “You fucking scum.” 
“K-Katsuki, wait, I couldn’t help it!” Koge nervously grabbed onto Bakugou’s sides, unsure of what was about to happen. Of course, she knew exactly how he was feeling, and how badly she probably just edged him would have been unbearable. “I’m sorry! Let me, uh… Just let me get hard again, I can finish you off!” Suddenly, there was a hitch of Bakugou’s breath, his eyes growing teary and face flushing from ear to ear. Now, Bakugou was truly going through the torment of edging and dissatisfaction that Koge had to suffer through on a daily basis because of him and his teasing, and even if he had a strong consciousness, the intoxication and feeling of his new body wasn’t going to let him have all the control. 
“Bullshit! You bitch! I was so close!” 
“Oh what, does it hurt? See what I suffer through, Katsuki?! Maybe now you’ll never edge me again!” 
“Oh, oh no.” Bakugou’s frustration morphed into true malicious intent, his mouth quivering as a smirk stretched across his lips. “You torture me? I’m about to make sure you go through hell until I’m satisfied.” 
“What? You can’t torture your own body, Katsuki-- Ah! Wait, no, don’t sit on my face, I- mmph!” 
“I’m not in my body right now, Utsuro. I’ll do whatever I want to you until you’re fucking begging for me to stop. Now drink up, I’m sure you’re thirsty after that huge fucking load. And look, you are already hard again. No matter what body you’re in, you’re nothing but a slut… and I’m going to treat you like one.”  
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