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ambrodias · a day ago
Darlin' pets
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ㅤㅤ— Characters: Bakugo, Kirishima, Hawks, Dabi, Toga.
— Warnings: AFAB hybrid reader, All Characters are Aged Up to 21+, size kink, tummy bulge, rough sex, overstim, master kink, sir kink, daddy kink, manhandling?, corruption kink, oral (f. & m. Receiving), edging, dom/sub dynamics, collar.
ㅤ— minors don’t interact.
ㅤ— Note. Italicized texts are by @drakendme <3 oh and thanks to lio for helping me out with dabi's part ^^
#tags. @manjiken @s-zu @screechingmelon
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reblogs and comments are appreciated!!
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Katsuki Bakugo
Pro hero Bakugo is almost always at demand. Whether it's to deal with villains or to sign fans' stuff, he never gets a moment of relief. Even when he's within the four walks of his office, he's got no peace. Because his kitty has him in a call, purring fikth in your ear through the phone. Of course katsuki managed to pick the brattiest and prideful kitty. He chose the bratty one, intentionally. It's no surprise to anyone that Katsuki Bakugo loves a good challenge. Your antics keep him on his toes and he loves it. Because then he's got a reason to punish you. Will he ever admit it out loud? Absolutely not.
The appeal of having a bratty little kitten to put in her place makes his sadistic side jump out. Which is why he's smirking at the tiny whimpers while you claw at his back,"Been naughty today, kitty." He snarls, angry red cock drilling into your sopping cunt,"Teasing your master while he's at work." Warm palm pressed on the bulge on your belly, Bakugo hisses at the feeling of your walls clamping around him,"Gonna cum, kitten?" He breathes,"Again?" He's made you cum on his thick fingers before shoving his cock inside your overstimilated pussy,"'tis too much, Master," Digging your sharp nails in his skin in your moment of deliriousity but your master welcomed the sting. He loves the pain, it makes him feel alive,"Be glad yer' getting to cum at all after what you pulled, brat." Taking one nipple in his mouth, he sucked harshly before soothing his tongue over the hard bud. His hips picked up their pace, jackhammering into you so fast that it had you screaming, tail curling from pleasure,"That's fuckin' right, cum for me, cum for your master." He growls into your skin as he feels you bathe his cock in your sweet essence. Soon, he's releasing warm cum inside your tight walls with grunts rumbling deep within his chest,"Still gonna be a brat tomorrow?" Bakugo chuckles softly, pulling your shaking body in his chest.
Even though he also loves to cuddle his precious kitten when she’s all fucked out and dumb from coming so many times, he can’t wait for when she regains enough energy back to do it all over again.
Bakugo presses a soft kiss on your ear which twitches slightly in response, a mewl on your lips,"But you like it when I'm bratty, 'Suki."
Eijiro Kirishima
Oh sweet, kind Kiri- he's got a cock as big as his heart. And his tiny puppy, nice as she is, can't manage to fit his cock inside her fully, without his help. You always struggle with his length. Even now when he's laying on the couch, large hands cradling your thighs, straddling his hips. You're halfway down on his cock, already feeling too stretched out. The initial burn washes away, replaced by pleasure when his tip nudges at your sweet spot,"Eiji," Your whimper makes his cock throb. And you feel it, right against your walls,"Won't fit, please, too big," He smiles apologetically, you say this every time yet he'd make it fit every damn time,"'Tis gonna fit, baby." He'd coo, each time, hand soothing at the back of your head, bringing your lips down to meet his,"Doin' so good for me, baby." It's always like this with Kiri, too much and too sweet.
His hands would grab onto your hips and gently maneuver you down till your puppy cunt takes all of his huge cock,"All the way in." He moans, letting you just sit on his cock, feeling so full that you tuck your face in the crook of his neck, hands resting on his chest,"What a good girl." Soon he's thrusting up into you, slowly. And you feel every inch of him,"What a good little puppy," Your ears perk up and tail starts wagging and the pure ecstasy Kiri feels to know that his precious puppy is happy. His hands bring your hips down to meet his thrusts, a sudden urge to reward you- to make you cum taking over. His lips find yours, tongue smothering inside your mouth, moand entangling with each wet slap of your hips,"Sir," As soon as you whine against his lips, he pauses but just for a second. Eyes blown wide- dark and fingers digging into your ass. People have refered to him by that in formal settings but now? Hearing it wrapped in your sweet voice?
Kiri can't help his growl and rough treatment that follows, slamming your hips against his,"Look at your sir when you cum, like the good puppy you are, hmm?"
Hawks / Keigo Takami
Wing hero Hawks is a menace. Everyone knows it. So, when he brings home an innocent doe-eyed bunny, he can't help but tease her, continuously. Tugging at her ears and fluffy tail till she's squeaking.
"C'mon, be a good bunny for daddy, yeah?" Hawks rubs at your long ears as his cock lays hot and heavy on your tongue, tip already drooling precum at the back of your throat. You moan, resting your soft hands on his thighs, your tail twitching and cunt clenching around nothing.
"Got my cock ready for yer' greedy cunt?" Nodding happily, you hop on his lap,"Need daddy's cum inside," Your eyes are now filled with a lusty cloud, a far way from your innocent daze when he'd first met you,"Then go ahead, little bunny." A little buck of his cock head against your pussy and you're whimpering, lowering yourself on his length,"Yeah," Keigo can never get used to how tight your cunt still is, even after all the times he's fucked you into a crying, writhing mess. It's not long before he's groaning, bursting deep inside you, filling you up so good yet you're bouncing on his cock like the greedy little fiend of a bunny you are. But it's alright,the bird man's got stamina to match yours,"I've trained you so well, bunny."
Would you be surprised if I told you that this burnt man has a possessive streak? He's been deprived of love and attention all his life. So the first chance he gets at what he missed out, he's gonna cling to it. And who's better for this broken man than a poor kitty auctioned off to a dick. Heroes don't save everyone, do they?
That's why Toga was draping her cardigan over your shivering form while Dabi burned down your owner's house, cold blue eyes debating how to torture this real scum of society. You and Dabi clicked off soon after. It's been a routine for months now, to have his cute little kitten cling onto him and rub up on him without saying anything and just purring as she scents him.
And he loves to hear his little kitty pur and when he scratches behind her ears and she goes cross eyed, he nearly cums in his pants.
The pretty little collar around your neck is just to show everyone that you're Dabi's little kitten and if anyone dares to hurt you, hellfire will be loose on them. He also likes to pull on it when you're riding his cock after a long day scurrying stuff for the LoV. You love his warmth, tail wrapping around his leg as your cunt swallows all of his cock with a wet squelch,"Dabi," His alias sounds so sweet on your tongue and he wonders how his name would sound,"What's on your mind?" A soft chuckle leaves his scarred lips, staples rattling ever so lightly as he cupped your bouncing breasts in his warm hands,"You." His lips, rough but presses soft kisses on your throat,"Only you, kitty." He smiles into your skin with a moan deep in his chest when he feels you clench around him at the assurance,"Always you."
Toga Himiko
Ah yes, my precious little murdery villain. Toga has so much dom potential, both mean and service dom. And she's so gleeful when she finds a stray kitty. Tomura doesn't approve her being at the LoV layer though. But does Toga care? Nope.
Toga takes care of her kitten in all the ways she can. She's a good owner, the best you'd say. And you, her devoted little pet,"Who's my good girl?" Toga's thumb pushes past your lips and she watches with rose tinted cheeks as you flick your tongue on the pad of her finger, humming contendly.
"That's right, you are!" Her hand travels down in between your thighs, thumb against your clit while her fingers intruded your honeyed folds. Her mouth is on your tits, leaving red love bites which had you putty and purring under her touch. She'd make you cum as much as you want to and will cuddle you later. Even buy you chocolates if you want, if you've been a good kitty for your mistress.
Oh but if you've been a naughty kitty? Humping her leg before a meeting, clinging and refusing to let her leave? You better be sure she won't let you cum that night,"Aw, does my whiney baby want me to stop?" She's been eating you out for an hour now, swiping her tongue over your weeping folds till you're a sobbing mess, whimpering out apologies. Toga would stop every time you're about to cream on her tongue, pulling away completely and peppering kisses on your plump thighs instead till your potential orgasm subsides,"Please, ma'am, I'll be good, please,"
"Shoulda' thought of this before being a naughty kitty." She humms, going back to laping at your cunt.
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bfbkg · a day ago
LUA please feel free to write a lil something about that "sitting on his lap" pyramid (only if you want to!)
i done this just because of the name typo :) based off this post !!! some may say this is complete waffle but it’s also just insanely in love katsuki. like he would die for you bc you’re so pretty. 😁😁
bakugou katsuki was always one that held off on complimenting people. he knew it was partly because he couldn’t help but push his own expectations he has for himself onto other people. it wasn’t like he would cuss someone out for slacking off…. well actually he would do that if it was on his time but generally if someone didn’t do something up to his standards he’d just keep quiet. cast his attention to anything else and then come back to the conversation if it was still worthy.
but with you compliments would slide off his tongue like jelly, like water cascading down a waterfall. at the beginning of your relationship they were always stiff to come out, you clouded his brain so much that he could never think straight. always unsure if a sentence would come out coherent if he tried. but now… you’ve made bakugou katsuki comfortable. so comfortable that, yes his head still stays clouded when youre near him, specifically straddling his lap, arms hanging off his shoulders but instead of keeping it in he just says everything that comes to mind.
the blonde is so unbelievably besotted with you. and with the predicament you’ve managed to get him in right now, he’s so clearly wrapped around your finger. lifting his hips to make more space for you, he slides his hands under your ass to have you pressed even closer to him. chest to chest with not even a sliver or air in between. bakugou’s face holds a lazied expression, a dopey smile with his ruby red eyes that glaze over. he can’t stop looking at you, he probably wouldn’t have stopped even if he was held at gun point.
bakugou runs his massive hands, back and forth over your thighs, then over your waist. he makes you feel so small, which you are compared to his muscled physique. sometimes he picks you up and throws you on his bed with his palms, other days he chooses to caress your skin and hold you like you might break.
“you’re so pretty baby. so pretty.” he says it like a prayer chant, a true believer of his words. he feels intoxicated just from your presence and he doesn’t want to be sober again.
“am i katsuki? you think so?” you know you are, even if you didn’t he tells you everyday but there’s no harm in playing inside the bubble of love he’s trapped you in.
you run your hands up his neck and you hear his breath hitch, a sharp intake of breath. he’s so malleable like this— sensitive. it only makes you giggle and bakugou just rolls his eyes at his own reaction. he doesn’t mind being his bare self with you. this is what love is, right? he sneaks his hands up your camisole, warm hands on your equally hot skin.
“you are, princess. you’re a treasure. jus’ wanna keep you safe with me, kiss you all day. so pretty,” he inches forward, pressing his nose in the side of your neck this time.
“you just said that baby,” but it comes out breathier than you wanted. you lift your head up to give him more space on your neck, your thumbs rubbing the side of his jaw. carefully, as if you were fine glass, he lightly presses kisses down your neck. so light, his plush bottom lip was barely felt. you hum and your eyes flutter shut as he does so, a clear sign for him to continue.
“have me thinkin’ about you all the fuckin’ time. your pretty lil self. when i’m at work, trainin’, during meetings, even when i’m sittin’ with dumb and dumber, ‘m just thinkin’ of you,” he says this all into the side of your neck, his breath warm and ticklish, “you’ve got me so distracted baby.”
he then pulls away from you, your head falling back down to stare at your lover. with his head leaning on the back of the sofa, he takes one hand from under your top to your cheek. with the pad of his thumb he runs it down your nose bridge and over your bottom lip. “what’re you doing?” you whisper but he only shushes you, pulling your lip down to show your teeth then letting it go to snap back.
“i love you,” katsuki says, so simply and so easily. bakugou loves complimenting you, even if you have heard everything he’s said before.
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justashthewriter · 21 hours ago
Hello! Can you write a story where Bakugo turns into kid and reader has to take care of him? Gender neutral reader please
Hi! Of course, I can. Hope you'll like it! -Ash.
Small problem
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (GN, they)
Genre: fluff (scenario + headcanons)
Warning: swearing (?)
Summary: You’re having a date with Katsuki, when you run into a kid who just got his quirk.
Notes: Didn’t know what type of story you wanted so I’ve chosen a scenario and headcanons.
Words: 688
You were having a date with your boyfriend, Katsuki, when you ran into a small boy. His mother was right behind him.
“I’m so sorry, we haven’t seen him,” you apologized and patted the kid’s head.
“It’s okay, nothing bad happened,” she smiled and grabbed her son’s hand.
You waved them and turned to your boyfriend, who was on his phone.
“You wanna go back?”
You nodded and touched his hand. He let you hold his hand and both of you walked back to dorms.
“Guys? Have you seen Bakugou? I can’t find him anywhere!” Kaminari came to the common room and looked around.
“I haven’t seen him either,” Kirishima stood up, “maybe he’s in his room.”
“I’ve already checked that, he isn’t in his room.”
“Maybe (Y/N) room?”
They both went to check their room. When they got there, they heard a kid crying inside the room. Kirishima knocked and waited.
“Wait a sec!” they heard (Y/N) voice.
(Y/N) opened the door a little and when they saw Kirishima and Kaminari, they quickly let them in. On their bed was a small child with short blonde hair and red eyes.
“You were pregnant?!” Kaminari screamed.
“No!” you yelled and pointed at Bakugou, “this is Katsuki.”
They both looked at (Y/N) with a confused look on their faces. (Y/N) sat next to Katsuki and explained the whole situation.
“So Kacchan is a kid now?” Kaminari joked and looked at Bakugou.
He wanted to hug Katsuki, but he didn’t let anyone other than (Y/N) touch him. (Y/N) laughed and brought the small grumpy kid into your lap.
“Aizawa said I should take care of him.”
“Because he’s a brat, right?” Kaminari asked.
(Y/N) nodded and hugged Katsuki. His grip was strong even though he was a child.
“We’ll leave now,” Kirishima grabbed Kaminari’s hand, “and we won’t tell anyone, promise.”
You were doing your homework when Katsuki hugged your legs. Checking the time, you stood up and brought him to a hug.
“Are you sleepy?” he nodded.
“I’ll be there in a minute, okay? Let me just finish this essay.”
He started pouting, and you sighed and sat next to him: “Okay, you won. I’ll just change my clothes, and we can lay down.”
You came back from the bathroom only to find Katsuki already asleep on your bed. You just smiled to yourself and slipped under the cover. Hugging the small body, you kissed his forehead and fall asleep.
“Don’t talk to me,” he left your room.
You were laying on the floor laughing at him. Both of you just woke up and when you saw him sucking his thumb, you started laughing.
“I’m sorry baby, come back!”
Bakugou would be really clingy as a kid. His puppy love towards you won’t go away, and everything he wants to do is hugging you or holding your hand.
He would hide behind you whenever he feels bad and would hold your pants/shirt.
Definitely likes when you carry him. Will fall asleep on you.
Won’t sleep in his own bed. He will come to you and lay next to you until you cuddle him.
Pouting. If he doesn’t like something, or you decline to do something, he’ll pout. And you can only stop him with a hug or a kiss on the cheek.
Will call you some cute nickname and won’t stop even if you don’t like it.
”When I get older, I’ll marry you!”
No is not an option with him. He’ll get mad and won’t talk to you.
Feeling sad? He’ll hug you and kiss your cheek. Thinks he has to take care of you.
“Don’t you dare hurt my (Y/N), you shitty extra!”
He’s a little devil.
When he turns back, he’ll be extra clingy. He’s grateful you didn’t tease him or made him feel embarrassed. Won’t say it, tho.
Tell him you don’t think any less of him because of that. And don’t bring this again in the future.
“You were a cute kid, you know?” “Shut up.”
Ash, 30.11.2021
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mhathotfic · a day ago
Was this supposed to be posted sooner? Yes, in my defense chronic fatigue is a fucking bitch.
Warnings: omegaverse, pseudocest, swearing, the term slut used once, Bakugou doesn’t know what healthy expression of emotions is, sneaking around for sex, afab genitalia described, knotting and like one mention of breeding, written with plus sized reader in mind
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader
He knew it was selfish, but he blames their scent for all this. Catching and keeping his attention since the day they were introduced.
It was surprising for an Omega, like rum. Rich and syrupy sweet, and absolutely intoxicating just like the actual liquor. Practically chocking him the first time he caught their scent.
Coating every one of his senses in a need he’s never felt so intensely. A need he tried desperately to ignore and avoid confronting.
It was inappropriate to be attracted to an Omega so absolutely off limits after all. His mother’s new step kid isn’t exactly someone you should be trying to fuck right?
He just needed a week, he had an apartment lined up and ready to move in just a short week. He could handle that easy.
“Fuck, you’re so big!”.
Ha, he caved four days in. A sweet little Omega taking interest in you and doing their best to tempt you is a hard thing to ignore.
Now they were stuck in this game. Finding every and any chance to run off together. Even if it was risky to do so.
Which is what leads them here. With the dress his mother begged them, demanded really, to wear in a pile on the floor and his pants around his ankles.
Bent over their dresser as he rutted into them for the first time in months when they should both be at the little gathering down stairs.
Which reminded him.
“Keep your voice down, they’ll hear us. Act like you never get fucked” he grumbled moving his hand down their plush body to play with their clit.
They wanted to hiss at him how it wasn’t their fault he rarely visit. Or how balancing college courses and a job while trying to fit his hero work schedule wasn’t easy, but all that came out was muffled moans at his rough pace.
They didn’t really have the time to enjoy their bodies being reacquainted at the moment.
They’d have plenty of time later, he planned on staying over and getting his fill of their soft body, but right now they had to be quick about it. Just enough to ease their instincts that demanded them to breed.
Or at least it calmed his. In truth Bakugou doesn’t really know if they felt that way about him and it frustrated him to no end. Was this just a fling to them? A way to satisfy that little dirty itch they had, and if so was he the only Alpha they messed around with? Or was this real?
Did they spend hours driving themself crazy thinking about a perfect little life with a few cute little pups running around their den like he does? Do they desperately want him to bond them like he wants to? Does it hurt when he can’t be with them?
He didn’t know if he wanted those answers. All he knew for sure was he couldn’t help himself when they signaled their interest. No matter what he tried to do, that scent of theirs made him so drunk on them. Called to his Alpha and made him desperate to bury his knot in them.
Now wasn’t any exception. They had no plans, no excuses for sneaking off. Just a desperate need that they couldn’t ignore.
A dangerous little game, that he wasn’t sure could be won, but he plans on it anyways.
“You’re a cute little slut huh?” he whispered into their ear, grabbing one of their hands and moving it towards their clit, wordlessly instructing them to play with it before moving his hands to their ass. Squeezing and kneading at soft doughy skin as his thrusts took up a bruising pace, groaning at the pretty little sounds that stubbornly slipped past parted lips.
“Taking my cock so greedily like this, tell me how badly you want it” he groaned tugging their head back to give them a sloppy kiss. “Tell me, fuck, tell me you love me Omega” he didn’t even realize what he requested, what he confessed until they whimpered softly at him.
“Love you, love you so much Alpha. I want you Katsuki please”
“Say it again” he groaned into their sensitive neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against it. “I l-love you” they murmured, purring softly as he alternated between nuzzling into their neck and pressing kisses on their shoulder.
“I love you too” he sighed relieved to finally say it, savoring the way they clenched so tightly around him. Trying to milk him for all he’s worth.
For a moment he didn’t care if others started to wonder where they went. If they got curious and went looking for them. All he cared for in the moment was them and how they felt.
Without hesitation, he buried his knot them, pushing them over the edge with him.
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kirishima-kiss · a day ago
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↳ love.
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love is an interesting thing isn't it? it sneaks into the deepest parts of the human soul, an emotion so strong it's sparked some of the bloodiest wars in history. an emotion that runs so deep, people find themselves doing the most irrational of things to feel it.
katsuki bakugou is a man with strong emotions. it's evident in all aspects of his life. he's all sharp corners and rough edges, with absolutely no room in his heart for anything besides anger and fierce determination. the concept of love doesn't come as easy to him as it does others, and a younger bakugou would be hard pressed to say that love doesn't fit his personality at all. but love is strong, bright, and fierce, just like him.
on nights like this, when he's older and more mellow, bakugou can't help but wonder how he came to love the people he has now. he finds himself trying to imagine his life without people like deku, or kirishima, or the love of his life laying in his arms right now. it's nearly impossible, because then he wouldn't be katsuki bakugou, he'd be someone else, someone unhappier. laying here right now, he feels something strong bubble in his chest, and its the strongest emotion he's capable of.
because love is fierce, and katsuki bakugou does it fiercely when he has something worth loving.
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afk-dreaminq · 2 days ago
Hiii! This is a request for your Bakugou mafia event.
Can I request something where his civilian s/o who is unaware of his involvement in the mafia gets taken by some rivals and him going crazy trying to find her?
Thank you for your time byeee
(I’m not really shore how to make an ask and I’m very new to this so sorry if I did it wrong somehow)
★ 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 !! 𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 !!
- Katsuki never meant for you to get taken by them. But then again, he knew it was going to happen, from, the moment he started dating you. They knew you are his weakness.
- And this is how it ends, him going crazy and spending every spare minute looking for you, in the most obvious places, to the most random.
- What the hell was he doing with his life ?? He was supposed to be hiding from the police, being a wanted criminal- and gere he was looking for you like a mad person in broad daylight.
- While he was searching for you like ↩↔️↪🔄🔃 you were having the time of your life, in a huge mansion, living in the best conditions, ruling every servant that worked there. You had killed the enemy on the first day you had been kidnapped, all thanks to an umbrella. So It didn't really matter whether Bakugou found you or not you were living the most luxurious life !!
- But then Katsuki was still searching for you, so you decided to shoot him a text, tell him your location and all that- but when he finally responded, he was mad...
" Oh- I thought you wouldn't care- "
" So your finally admitting that your stupid ?? About time bro- "
" Istg (y/n) Stay where you are I'm coming to pick you up "
" Hell nah- I'm living in my luxury go away !! "
" I'm coming to pick you up whether you like it or not- "
" Sniff* Meanie !! "
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tessa-is-a-simp · 2 days ago
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|| Previous, Chapter Three ||
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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯
The atmosphere around grew less lively as the night progressed in its early hours, the people growing quieter and tired every passing second. Few were still hanging out with each other while others were passed out on the tables themselves.
The fires were burning brightly to light the path up for everyone to see properly, casting a beautiful yellow luminance on the water. I, along with Kirishima and others, made my way to the magnificent ship that I had only seen from the outside.
It was a quiet and long walk there, the silence was comfortable with the low hum of the waves crashing against the port sounding in the background. Contrary to the surroundings, I was wide awake, not even a bit tired which was peculiar for someone like me who had to sleep at eleven sharp. I wasn't tired at all I had never been so wide awake. There was something inside of me that kept me awake and I was glad for it.
"So, how much more do we have to walk?" I asked, my legs hurting due to the shoes digging in them.
"Just a bit further," Kirishima said, he was walking in front of me, whereas the other pirates were crowded around him and some were beside me.
"It wasn't this long of a walk when we went to the tavern, was it?" I asked,
"T'was. You didn't notice because we were talkin'." He said, looking over his shoulder.
I nodded in realization before hurrying to catch up with him.
"So what is he like?" I asked again, not quite satisfied with the previous answer.
"I uh... I told you, he is his person and a mind of his own..." He stated, not looking at me while saying that.
"Oh? So he is a unique fellow..." I asked, a bit confused as to why that was the only feature I was told. It might have a different reason, what if he is a faerie too!? Could he be? I mean, it's not impossible... Or what if he is a different creature? That would be exciting!
A few minutes later we finally reached the ship, it was still there, parked in all its glory. Beautiful, elegant... All these words were less for it, there was just something about it that called me towards it... It was weird but comforting...
"'Kay so, listen, you 'ave t' be patient with him," Kirishima said, as he stopped in front of me and looked at me, trying to make me understand. I nodded, thinking of the possibilities of why would he say that...
Is he a dwarf? Do they exist? Or perhaps a nymph? What could he be? I thought, climbing up the ship by the platform attached to it.
Kirishima went up before me and offered his hand to pull me up. I smiled at him gratefully as I stepped on the deck.
I gasped as I saw the deck, I was rendered speechless... The exterior woodwork was nothing in comparison to the interior one. The deck had sculptured wood, with beautiful patterns across it, the wood was strong and polished, the lights glimmering off the surface. It was huge, the sails were rolled in and tied to the wooden poles that surrounded it, there were many sails, many... and they were vast! The whole sky was covered with them and yet you could see the stars from in between, and they looked gorgeous.
Kirishima chuckled at my speechless state and shook his head, his laugh was like one of those that made you laugh too, which it did. His hair reflected the white lights and his eyes shone like diamonds, his teeth—
Holy God! How did I not notice that!? His teeth are pointy and certainly sharp, the tip of them reflecting the light making them look deadly... However, they didn't look that scary...
A loud thud brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked away, still laughing.
"This is beautiful..." I mumbled, turning around to take a full look.
"Told ya." He said and started leading me around.
It was bustling with people, crew members. Some were rolling barrels and arranging them in the corner, some were cleaning the deck whereas some were just roaming about and chatting. All of them nodded at Kirishima, who nodded back... I swear, they respect him everywhere.
"Tis is the beautiful ship that I get t' call my home. It's enchantin' as it sails past the water, the water parting for her to make her way." He said, a loving look in his eye, it reminded me of the things that I loved, the people... The look reminded me of the one Mama had... The look Father had when she was alive... The look Kyoka has when she talks about her musical instruments or the new melody she practiced, the look Momo has when she gets the idea of a new dress, or when she sees the perfect material for a dress that she wanted to make... It was the look of delight, fondness, admiration... I don't know if I ever had that look or will have in the future but it felt nice to see it in others' eyes...
"You must really—"
"I am back!!" I was saying but got interrupted by Mina as she slung her arm on my shoulder and cheered excitedly,
"You're back soon..." Kirishima said and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah!! As soon as you guys left, they came, we both talked and then came here." She said, with a smile.
"Oh, and they know you!! That's what convinced them to come with me!" She said excitedly as she looked at me.
"Oh?" I asked, panic coursing through my body... What if they were guards? Or spies!? Matsumoto's spies or even worse!?
"Where are they then?" I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible while my heart was beating rapidly. My hands felt cold with the possibility of the worst happening before a very familiar voice brought me back.
"Y/n!" I heard it call my name, stopping mid-thought as to how was I able to hear that voice... It was extremely familiar and it made me take a deep breath in surprise as I turned around and gasped.
"Don't tell me you thought we would let you leave alone." She said and tears filled my eyes, a wave of relief washing over me, and it felt as if an unknown weight lifted off of my shoulders, because standing there were my two greatest friends, my ladies, Kyoka and Momo.
I held back a sob as I rushed towards them with open arms, hugging them both together tightly, I felt good... It felt good... To finally have something familiar in the foreign settings...
"Oh my god, I missed you both so much," I mumbled, whilst the hug.
"I mean, you just saw us a few hours ago but okay..." Kyoka said, earning a glare from Momo who was patting my back and also had tears in her eyes.
"I am so glad that you are okay," Momo said, as she pulled away, holding my hands in hers.
"We were so worried..." She said,
"Yeah, we thought you wouldn't survive more than five minutes," Kyoka said and I glared at her, sticking my tongue out.
"But... I missed you too..." She said with a smile and I rolled my eyes,
"Uhh, okay... So you guys know each other this well?" Mina asked breaking the silence.
A sudden realization dawned upon the three of us as we looked at each other... This was never part of a plan... We did not have a cover story, what were we going to tell them?
Looking at their panic-stricken faces, I decided to speak.
"Yes, we do. These are my... cousins! Yes, my cousins... From court... We are very close cousins!" I said nervously, trying to explain how we know each other.
"Yes, cousins! We are cousins, very close ones at that, we do everything together..." Jiro said, adding to my story.
Momo nodded, agreeing with everything we said,
"Oh!? And you all are running away together..?" Mina asked,
I mentally cursed myself, thinking of more to add on to, when Momo broke her silence.
"Yeah, we couldn't leave Y/n alone... And if she wasn't going to marry the guy... They would have..."
"Send us off to marry!" Jiro said, grinning from ear to ear, happy to conceive a believable lie.
"Oh... I am so proud of all of you girls!! But Jiro, what about the princess? Weren't you, her lady or something??" She asked,
How did she know that? I looked at Jiro questioningly, wanting her to give me a reason as to why Mina knew that.
"I am... But the princess is very kind and understanding, she let me go." She said looking at me,
My eyes softened at her statement and I gave her shoulder a grateful squeeze, it filled me with happiness to know that this is what she thinks about me.
"I like the princess, she seems cool," Mina said, making me smile.
She let it all go while Kirishima looked at the three of us with suspicious eyes but decided not to pry... We were safe... For now.
To be honest, I was overjoyed by the fact that my two best friends were here to support me... It was very thoughtful of them... I wouldn't feel alone anymore...
"Thank you," I whispered to them, as Kirishima and Mina got distracted by someone doing something stupid, which I think was Kaminari...
"For what?" Momo whispered back confused, the same look on Kyoka's face.
"For everything..." I said, tears pooling in my eyes yet again,
Momo smiled kindly and brought her hands up to wipe my tears,
"You are our best friend, sister even... You don't have to thank us." She said,
"Yeah and besides, remember what Queen Kumiko told us? Stay together." Kyoka said as she ruffled my hair, earning a smack on her hand from me.
I remembered Mama always telling us to stay together... To be together... Never leave each other's side. She told us to be there for each other and never betray the other... And that was what we had decided to do after her death... Trust each other more than anybody else, believe what the other say. Mama told us that she had three friends that were together almost every hour of the day but they all got separated, she told me that they four were the troublemakers of the town, their friendship was one to be remembered... Which changed after they all married.
She did not want that to happen to us, so she made us promise her, which we did and we were thoroughly planning to let it stay that way.
"Y/n wanna see the ship?" Kirishima asked as he made his way towards me after solving whatever was happening.
I looked at Kyoka and Momo who nodded before engaging in a conversation with Mina.
"Of course, I will!" I said, following him as he made his way through the crowd and forward.
"So tis is the deck, where mainly we just walk 'round, manage sails an' rations. 'Ere we work, an' sit an' do everything, honestly." He said, taking me across the huge deck, and even with so many people on it, it still had a considerable space left empty.
"That is the steering wheel on the stern-deck, where usually cap'n and I stand and look out for potential threats and dangers and change directions." He said pointing to a higher platform that had a big wooden wheel on it.
"That's so good..." I wondered out loud, looking at the quarter deck and the deck. Whoever invented the ship put a lot of thought into them...
"Yeah, it is. However, we built this ship ourselves, the place we are from is expert in making ships and that is mostly what everybody does over there. So we did too." He said proudly, and I was impressed,
"You made it!?" I asked, unable to control my disbelief,
"Well, t'was mostly Cap'n, he designed it and carved most of the main pieces, the mechanisms, I just helped him assemble and make a few things." He said,
"Oh my god, he must be very skilled..." I said, even more, eager to meet him. Someone who could create something as beautiful as this with his hands has to be extremely talented, not to mention he also is the captain of the ship, and Kirishima and the others seemed to respect him... He must be quite nice a person.
"So next stop—" Kirishima was saying when the background chatter came to a halt and a silence fell upon the ship.
I looked around, confused, making eye contact with Momo who shrugged,
"What's going on?" I asked Kirishima, my voice barely a whisper as I tried not to break the quiet.
The clicking of boots against the wooden floor, broke the stillness as it echoed through the ship. The souund increasing with each each step.
"He's here." He said with a toothy grin as he looked up at the quarter deck.
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|| Next, Chapter Five (5th December 2021) ||
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writings-for-bean-chan · 14 hours ago
Hey! If requests are open please can you do a bakugou x reader. Reader is highly academic and musical, relies on academic validation and is on the brink of being gifted burnt out kid but can't afford to slip up.
Honestly, after the last few months of college, I feel the same (ಥ _ ಥ) I put up this giant Haikyuu poster I got from my birthday from a friend up in my room today! It's huge, and it advertises season 4 so I don't forget to watch it. I've got quite the watchlist now, and I need to catch up on some animes :')
Requests are still very much open! I will not be closing them, especially since I've done so many in the last few weeks. Check out the rules in my bio for more information, all of the details are there! Speaking of my bio, check out those lovely links in my bio to my masterlist and RedBubble (products with art designs I made myself from various forms of media)
Enjoy and travel safely this holiday season~
-He tries to help monitor your stress
-Getting in like Shoto and Momo on special recommendation was a great opportunity, but part of that was because of how hard you push yourself
-You had amazing grades and lots of extracurriculars to back you up, so now you push yourself even harder to try and stay at the top of the class
-But it's hard considering you've got more than grades to worry about
-You also have to work well with others and utilize your quirk
-Bakugou tries his best to study with you so he can force you to take breaks
- "Sucking information all at once isn't gonna do you any good. SO shut up and come lay with me for a bit."
- "Drink water or I'll hide your textbook for the next week and a half"
- "If you don't stop and take a minute you're gonna get sick."
-Sometimes it can be very stressful, and he'll try his best to be nicer to you
-He knows you feel accomplished when you complete many tasks, so when you have time to yourself you often don't know what to do
-So when it comes to things that are supposed to be fun, it can be hard to let other people take the reins
-Like once for Christmas, you tried to do all the decorations in one night, but Bakugou found you and forced you to sleep in his dorm to keep you somewhere he knew you wouldn't sneak out of
-Because if anything's going to keep you in bed and lull you to sleep, it's being nestled in your boyfriend's arms as he snores blissfully away in front of you :)
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tteokdoroki · a month ago
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ৎ୭ synopsis. your best friend’s girlfriend doesn’t like you, but can you really blame her? i mean, you’re perfect ! pretty, smart, likeable and you have her boyfriend wrapped around your perfectly manicured finger.
ৎ୭ wc. 12222.
ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, dark content, college!au.
ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem!reader, best friend!bakugou, spit!kink, slight!manipulation,  dub-con, cheating, thigh-riding, handjobs, cherry chasing, recording, cumplay,  tummy bulges, possesive sex, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.
ৎ୭ author’s note. happy friday everyone!! ah!! my final day of kinktober! i’d like to thank everyone who read and were excited for my fics, it’s honestly been really fun taking part in kinktober this year and hopefully i’ll join the next! i guess you could call this the grand finale, until the mikey fic comes along, but for now thank you and please enjoy <3 ( also i finished writing this at 6am today so i apologise if it’s riddled with typos !! )
ৎ୭ now playing. tonight - doja cat ft eve.
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katsuki bakugou’s been your best friend since as long as you can remember.
your mothers had always been close, kept in contact after they graduated and reunited when word spread they’d be having babies around the same time. katsuki, of course, came first— nothing could ever beat him and you always followed, popping out just months later.
just like your parents, you went through everything together. took your first bubble bath side by side, learned to crawl in unison— stood tall and walked in tune with one another. you’d punched out bakugou’s first wobbly tooth in first grade and he’d comforted you after you cried on your first day of school.
you were completely and utterly inseparable.
joined at the hip, you picked each other for every team in middle school and studied together for every honours class test in high school and when crushes came into play, bakugou never once looked away from you. ‘why the fuck would i need other girls when i have you?’ he’d say, lips pulled into a toothy smirk, vermillion eyes bright and mischievous as he’d try to shove whatever spicy hellish concoction he’d made for his bento that day, down your throat.
and gradually, whenever katsuki looked at you, a warm feeling would blossom in your chest— he made you feel like the only girl in the world, like you were his favourite girl.
people always told you how cute you were together, katsuki bakugou and his sweet little girlfriend yn...and you’d believe them. doodled his name in every one of your notebooks, hearts over the ‘i’ and your future children’s names scrawled in loopy font underneath. there was no one more perfect for your best friend than
except bakugou didn’t seem to think that way, not when moves halfway across the country for a college that you guys had never even talked about. your best friend left you behind but you would be fine, there were facetime calls and text messages and 3AM movie nights over discord while you both half awake and stealing glances at one another until one of you drifted off first. your best, your katsuki...he would tell you stories of the guys he’d met at the dorm, the ones he’d tell to back off while they tried to flirt with you over call. he would ask about your day, your classes— tell you that he was so proud of his girl and the praise always shot right to your tummy. the praise would make you touch yourself after your screens went dark and you were alone in your dorm with his name on your lips.
katsuki, katsuki, katsuki.
you’d chant his name like he was yours, like he was the one making you feel good and not the tiny fingers you have stuffed in your little cunt. you think of him when you cum, when you fall asleep, when you wake up in the morning… and maybe you’re a little obsessed...but after all, he’s all you’ve ever known. in your mind, bakugou was yours, he was always yours.
until he wasn’t. until he was hers.
“i’ve met someone,” the blonde mumbles to you on call one night, he’s sheepish and embarrassed— something that katsuki rarely ever expresses so you know he’s being serious. immediately your heart sinks, jealousy and anger curling around your beating heart and blackening it—how dare he? who is she? you and katsuki were made for each other, college wasn’t supposed to change that. and if your best friend sees your face twist into a frown, he doesn’t say anything about it. “she’s sweet, got a feelin’ yer gonna like her.”
you won’t, you already don’t.
you hate whoever the hell she is.
and katsuki sees that written all over your face, in the downturned corners of your glossed lips and the crinkle between your eyebrows. “she’s great,” he tries again, tries to reassure you because he hates seeing you upset and hates being the cause of it even more. “i promise.”
there’s no way she compares to you, she couldn’t be greater than you. “‘m sure she is.”
“yer upset with me, aren’cha?” the blonde asks you, clearly worried as his lips pull into a frown and you remember the sense of pride shooting through your veins at making him feel guilty. bakugou deserved that, especially after choosing some girl over you. “don’t be—“
“‘m not,” you say back, rolling your eyes and putting on a disinterested act just to vy for more of bakugou’s attention— you want his eyes on you and only you, not the bitch who’s swiped him from right underneath your nose. your lips push into a pout as you look away from the screen, shrugging your shoulders into the cool night while your childhood best friend rubs a hand over his face, clearly apologetic for having to break the news to you this way.
“c’mon angel, yn, look at me...don’t be fuckin’ mad, okay? don’t deny it either, already know that’cha are,” bakugou coos, rough as he leans into his shit-quality facetime and presents you with his furrowed brows and darling ruby gen eyes that you love so much. “you’re always gonna be my favourite girl, okay?”
you can’t help the smile that curls on your lips. “mkay,” you say in a quiet babyish voice and relief floods your best friend’s face. “do you promise?”
“pinky fuckin’ promise.”
but as it turns out, bakugou had lied.
his girlfriend wasn’t as great as he’d made out to be— in fact she was worse. her name doesn’t come up in the conversations the two of you have over your weekly calls but you manage to pull the handles of her social media accounts from between the loose lips of katsuki’s roommate— kirishima, with the promise of a few lewd videos and a chance for him to hook up with you. the red head’s chance with you wouldn’t come however, since you intended to save yourself only for the blonde with the firm, iron hot grip on your heart and all feelings for him replaced any guilt you had for manipulating kirishima the way you did.
nonetheless, ochako uraraka is the name he gives you and you decide that she’s nowhere near bakugou’s type. ‘yer gonna love her,’ is what you remember him telling you as you scroll through her instagram accounts— you hate her, is what you think. the girl is try hard, she wants to be cute but she looks annoying— she takes bakugou on dates you know he would hate, makes stupid comments about the stuff he loves that she dislikes, forces him to try foods you know he would turn his nose up at when he was back home with you. you pick at everything you can about her and try to convince your best friend that he’s making a terrible mistake but no matter what you say it’s always; ‘jus give her a chance, y’gotta warm up to her,’ and ‘i really like her, you will too.’
and you can’t, you won’t, you refuse. you refuse to acknowledge ochako as anything close to perfect for katsuki, no matter how hard he tries because you’re the one for him, you’re perfect for him and in your books she simply didn’t make the cut.
it’s not like ochako adored you either, the first time you’d met her guard was up miles high despite the sweet smile she’d given you in the presence of your best friend— and it’s not like you could blame her, in katsuki’s eyes, you appeared flawless… a vision of what a woman by his side should look like and that bothered her.
it bothered her to the point where she would try to sabotage your friendship with her boyfriend whatever chance she got— pretending to like your silly childhood games, kissing him when she was sure you were looking, prematurely ending the nights in which you hung out with bakugou by strategically placing a hand on his thigh and mumbling dirty words into his earn until his cheeks turned pink and he was rushing away with her. she was coming between you and your best friend and you hated it.
you hated her.
so you made sure of it, at your next visit to katsuki you’d win him back and remind him of who his favourite girl really was.
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“s-she hates me suki! she...s-she said i wasn’t good enough to be your friend!”
you hiccup your way through practiced words as bakugou locks the door to his frat house’s mancave— crossing the room in three short strides to be right by your side again. with soft hands, you cling to his toned arms and squeeze them beneath your grip, pressing yourself impossibly closer to your best friend. tears stream down your cheeks— fat droplets of saltine liquid clumped in your pretty lashes while you cling to him, small sniffles echoing through the room and just barely heard over the thumping bass of the music outside.
katsuki’s face, aged like fine wine over the years— ruby stone set eyes softening, falls flat at the sight of you so distraught and upset. it kills him inside to see you cry.
it hurts him more than a punch to the gut.
false waterworks and a wobbling bottom lip were all it took to get katsuki bakugou alone and away from the welcome party he’d thrown in your honour. the stardust sparkles in your watering eyes causing an unexplainable tightness in his chest, enough for him to pull you into the nearest empty room to comfort you. it’s not like you had lied about your reason for tearing up anyways— just moments before your best friend’s girlfriend, ochako, and her equally annoying buddy, mina, had cornered you in the hallway to confront you.
“you should go for hanta, or denki or maybe even eijirou. he really likes you,” the brunette had told you, swirling her solo cup of booze as her gaze swept over you. “so long as you back off of katsuki,”
you’d grinned with faux innocence, pushing yourself off of the wall the two girls had backed you up against to invade her personal space. “you’re sweet ‘chako!” you had squealed, revelling in her offended expression as you latched onto her as if you were best buds. “thanks but no thanks! all eiji knows is ass and good pussy. which you have neither of. my eyes are on suki.”
ochako had glared and grunted, stumbling back to get rid of you. “that wasn’t an offer,” came her snappy response. “you’re too clingy, too childish for him. katsuki wants a real woman.”
thinking of the bitch’s words only makes you angrier, makes you act harder to draw sympathy from katsuki so you can execute your plan of revenge. you were going to show her, show him— that you were just as much of a woman as ochako was and that he’d been making a huge mistake just by being with her. “she said i was too immature, that she’d get rid of me,” you blubber, jutting out your lower lip even more. “you won’t do that, right suki?” your acting could be a gift from god, an oscar winning performance one might say. you could tell by the unhappy twitch of bakugou’s frown— deeper, harder, that you’ve got him in a chokehold of guilt.
“fuck, y’really torn up about this huh, angel?” bakugou sighs, thick brows knitted together. you almost laugh, the sound coming out as a light gasp— like you would let ochako hurt your feelings. she had absolutely nothing on you. you were katsuki’s sun stars and moon, she would see that shortly. he moves towards the door, reaching for the handle. “i’ll go ‘n talk to her.”
“no!” you huff shortly, gripping him tighter and tugging your best friend over to the couch in the corner of the room— the route you’ve planned in your head and the final destination katsuki’s lap. “want you to stay, can you help me feel better, suki?” he looks to you as if he doesn’t know what to think, but how can he say no to you? he never can, not when you’ve been by his side your whole life and put his needs before your own. you throw him down onto the couch in one swift move, slotting yourself into his lap just like you would when you were back home— testing katsuki’s limits before your plan comes into play.
he accepts you at first, nodding his head with a warm hand rubbing on your back. hugs don’t count as cheating right? bakugou thinks. he couldn’t think to keep you at arms length, not when you were so warm— not when you were the sweetest person he’d ever met crying over a fight with his girlfriend. he’s conflicted, he knows he should be out there with ochako but you’re his best friend, you would do the same for him...right?
distracted by his thoughts and his seemingly endless list of problems brewing between his girlfriend and his best friend— katsuki almost doesn’t notice the way you slowly start to grind against his thigh, your chubby cheek pressed against his heartbeat to muffle the small whimpers gathered in your glossed lips and wet tongue. almost.
bakugou, before anything else, is a hormonal college boy— turned on at the slightest feeling or scent of good pussy. you know he won’t be able to resist you and the warmth of your sweet folds as they brush over his rough jeans, the beginning of your arousal sinking through the black denim fabric. you know that he couldn’t say no despite the dig of his rough fingertips into your supple waist— hormones clouding the red rhinestones in his irises when you pull back from his chest to look at him. “h-hey...hey! the fuck are you doin’ brat?” the blonde curses despite the pillow cushion to his words, he’s never harsh with you, he doesn’t want to upset you. your hips shift against katsuki’s thigh just right and your smaller-than-his fingers sink into his right arm in a tight grip as you cry his name. “fuckin’ stop with that!”
bottom lip wobbling, your face crumples and so does katsuki’s. he doesn’t want to see you cry, even if you grinding down against the meat of his muscled thighs is wrong, even if it drives him insane to feel your needy hole clench around against him. “w-what? what’s the matter ka’suki?” your words are let out with a faux whimper, faking your hurt until you make it. anything to get the plan to ruin his stupid little relationship going. “you don’ wanna help me? am i doin’ somethin’ wrong?”
you know just what to say, after all no one knows bakugou better than you— it just makes manipulating him way too easy. “what? no? the fuck are you on ‘bout?” katsuki struggles to get out, large hands attempting to push you off again while his thighs tell a different story, flexing the right one beneath your cunt, holding back a groan when your whole body shudders and your pretty eyes cross. “‘course i wanna help you angel, jus’ not like this. got a girlfriend now—“
“but you promised!” you sigh, putting on a bit more of a show now that you know you have your best friend’s attention. your fingers dance down towards the hem of your skirt, hips never stopping their straddled dance over katsuki’s thigh. “you said you’d help me feel better, ‘m your best friend suki, you want me to feel better right?” your tone is accusing with your facial expression innocent to match— you tug your skirt up, pinching the fabric between two fingers to reveal your naked pussy, rosy and puffy lips spread open against his jeans with a glisten as you leave a wet patch in your wake of grinding.
“fuck, i did...yeah i fuckin’ did,” bakugou sighs hotly and leans back into the couch, his large hands swallowing your thighs as if he wants to keep them spread— hazy eyes trained on the way your clit becomes swollen and bumps his thigh with every rut of your precious hips to get yourself off. “but angel,” he almost whines. “my girlfriend…”
grinning, you take his hands from your thighs and guide them slowly across the expanse of your body. “e‘nough ‘bout ochako,” you say, sliding his palms across your tummy, fingers feather light as they walk up your rib cage, squeeze your thighs again before brushing roughly under the swell of your breasts— calloused pads of his finger tips tweaking your nipple from under your shirt, as you’d forgone a bra too. “she’s not more important to you than me, right katsuki?”
you say his full name this time, the three syllables hanging onto the gloss that coats your lips and only briefly pulling his gaze away from your sticky cunt and catching your best friend’s attention. his thigh twitches at the sight of you, top pushed up over your breast and skirt lifted just so he can get a peek at the fruit in eve’s garden, and like the story goes the snake in his ear is telling bakugou to take a bite out of you and what you gave to offer.
bouncing his thigh against your blossoming cunt, bakugou breathes his next words. “never, fuckin’ never.”
in victory, your arms wrap around bakugou’s neck for support before you begin to lift and drop your hips slowly against his leg as he gives it the momentum it needs to watch your pretty cunt cum. “then help me forget how mean she was to me, kay?” you use a faux timid tone, grinding down in your friends lap with a front row seat to the blonde losing his sanity over how shiny your sweet slit has become just from humping him.
“f-fuck, okay angel, okay...” he rasps nervously, hands finding your hips again to grind you along. “whaddya need?” bakugou’s eyes don’t dare to tear away from your mound, watching it wetly glide across his leg and you swear you see his eyes, vermillion in colour, roll back as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “jesus…” he adds, flexing his leg again and only looking up when you simper his name and your slit drools just that little bit more.
your body is wracked with a set of trembles as heat starts to boil between your thighs, adding to the strings of slick that tie you down to katsuki’s. “need you to touch me,” you speak, your voice just as shaky as the rest of you while you rut against bakugou to your heart’s content. “gonna take off my shirt, okay? t-then my skirt. want you to see how good you make me feel, suki.”
dangerous blood red eyes shimmer with something you’ve never seen in them before— you can tell just by looking into them that katsuki wants you in so many ways, more than just you being his best friend and his sudden desire for you makes the fire in your lower belly burn brighter. the sight of him like this, eye-level with you, you in his lap while his cheeks grow tinted with berry red and flush under the neon simmering of LED lights only serves to make slick pool beneath you— destroying his pants with your arousal, katsuki looks desperate for a taste of you, adam’s apple bobbing as his dazed gaze flicking from your face to your puffy folds, exposed to the room’s chilly air.
he’s pussy whipped already and hasn’t even had the best of you yet.
the blonde practically whimpers as you pull away from him to take of your shirt, a soft curse falling from between his chapped lips as you throw it into the abyss of the room— the fabric seemingly taking his feelings of guilt towards ochako with him, for his hands scarred and calloused settle on the bare fat of your waist to help pull you along, dragging you by your ankle tot the high heavens of pleasure, burning pads of his fingers sinking into your supple flesh. “fuck, have y’always been this fuckin’ soft?” your best friend muses, brows creased and cock swelling beneath his jeans.
you’re sly, like a vixen prowling through the forest and katsuki is the prey that can’t escape the grip your sharp teeth and claws have on him. “yeah suki,” comes your sweet sigh, leaning forward in his grip until your nose bumps his chin, until your lips are a breath’s width apart. “you like touching me, right? i’ve always wanted you to touch me like this,”
“jesus fuck, baby,” katsuki bleats weakly, swallowing thick and you feel his chest vibrate with a shaky breath from your proximity to him. for a moment, he hesitates, the thoughts in his brain trying to decide between right and wrong, between his girlfriend and his best friend before he takes the plunge and slides a hand beneath your skirt to pull at your peachy ass— the other wrestling with the clasp of your bra, making you grin in victory. “yeah...fuck yeah, love touchin’ you like this...f-fuck, i can’t believe ‘m doin this,” he slurs but mirrors your smile as he pulls your bra away and tosses it away to join your lost shirt. “y’fuckin’ pretty baby, know that right?”
of course you, you know that you— you’ve always been his type, why couldn’t he see that?
your nipples pebble once they hit the cold air and instead of giving him a response, you let your fingers tangle in the softness of his blonde hair and pull bakugou down to your chest. “show me, tell me how pretty you think i am,” your voice is soft, breathless as you glide across his thigh, despite the edgy command you give him and bakugou listens like the little pervert he’s become— before you know it, the heat of his sweltering mouth encapsulates your nipple and his pink tongue runs circles over your areola, tasting the light perspiration on your skin as he grunts softly against it. “o-oh! ka’suki!” you cry, fingers tightening their hold on his hair.
slurping noises shoot through the air, forming their tune in harmony with your entticng moans, airy light and ringing through bakugou’s ears. he can’t help but fall for the way you sound— delirious with arousal as he guides you back and forth over his leg, growing so rough that your clit occasionally bumps the curve of his knee, growing bold enough to grind it against you and make you squeal, force you to gush, anything. he just needs a reaction from you to soothe the aching throb to his fat cock. “god, yer tits are just as pretty as the rest of ya, so fucking pretty, so fucking—” the boy’s voice is muffled as you force his mouth onto your unattended breast, breath hitching as his teetth sink into the supple mound from shock or maybe even from revenge as you practically manhandle him and manipulate him to pleasure you at your will.
“shut up, katsuki,” you grunt impatiently but keep your voice innocent, face contorting with bliss as he follows your lead, sucking and biting at your breast while his calloused hand squeezes at the other. “o-oh! just like that— like that! y’gonna make me cum like that ‘suki!” bakugou looks up at you wide-eyed and hungry, seeming perfectly content with his mouth full of your tits and his thigh coated in the essence that bleeds from your pretty pussy as you circle your hips over him needily. he can’t help but wonder what you look like when you’re close to tipping off of the edge, can't help but wonder whether your cherry bitten lips will push into a pout or if they’ll fall open as you moan from deep within your chest— if your nose will scrunch and your eyelids will flutter just as much as your creamy cunt.
bakugou doesn’t have to wait much longer for his lack of patience and brash approach to everything has him swiping his thumb eagerly across your clit— stringing you along the path to your orgasm as a tight knot builds within your lower tummy. your body reacts to his touch, making him hum against your salvia stained breasts while you start to shake, struggling to even make one stroke of your hips over his thighs and fisting more and more locks of his sun-kissed hair between your trembling fingers.
“you like that?” bakugou hums observantly, his mouth letting go of your breast with a pop, tracks of his own drool running down his chin— you nod your head, picking up the pace of your hips just to make yourself cum to the point where you’re practically bouncing on katsuki’s thigh, pretty tits swaying in his face and activating a predatory look in the flecks of his red rouge eyes. “yeah y’fuckin do baby, holy shit...everythin’ ‘bout you is s’fuckin’ perfect, could watch you all day, let you use me all day. jus’ wanna see you cum, angel…” he drawls on and on, drawing roughly cut shapes into your puffy clit, groaning at the sight of your pillowy folds and the strings of slick leaking from between them as they connect you to his thigh messily. “wanna watch y’come apart just like this, c’mon you can do it, fuck angel, fuck…”
and if it weren’t for that bitch, ochako uraraka...maybe his words could come true.
“katsuki! ‘m gonna...gonna— !” but it’s hard to focus on hating her for stealing away your katsuki when he’s making you cum like a bitch in heat all over his thigh. the neon lights reflect in your teary eyes as your best friend pushes you head first into an orgasm, the pressure building up in the pits of your stomach unwinding faster than you can register as a stream of clear liquid gushes from your heated mound. “‘hmygod, ‘suki...don’t stop, please don’t stop!” your eyes cross and thighs lock around bakugou’s hand but he can’t bring himself to pull it away from your cute little cunt as the circles on your swollen nub grow tighter and tighter, pulling more yet tinier sports of your release out of you until you can barely breathe. he watches you eagerly, taking in the sight of your skin shining with sweat under the gentle hum of the LED lighting in the room along with your soft lip caught between your teeth and the tiny, shaky whimpers you let out.
bakugou could just cum from the sight of you alone, the view of you swaying and dizzy from cumming for him, making his cock stir in his pants. you collapse against your best friend’s chest until the world stops spinning, letting the scent of him bring you back down to earth and put the objects in the room back in their place. “holy shit, angel. did y’just fuckin’ squirt f’me?” he asks tenderly, pulling his fingers from between your messy eyes and cursing under his breath when he spreads them apart and watches the slick separate with them.
“mhm, was all for you katsuki,” lazily, you smile and attempt to shimmy off your now ruined skirt— making a b-line for the hem of katsuki’s shirt next, pushing it up to reveal his golden skin and perfectly carved abs. “you can taste me if you like,” your voice acts like silk running through his ears as you let go of his shirt, giggling at the crease of curiosity between bakugou’s brows as you push his fingers towards his mouth and force them inside. he makes a muffled noise of surprise but a fire lights up amongst the almost brown flecks in his ruby gem eyes at the taste of your sweet nectar against his tongue. “am i sweet, suki?” you add huskily.
he nods slowly, looking at you like a child who’s been given candy while cleaning off his fingers quickly, hungrily as if your cum is laced with some kind of additive— he can feel himself growing addicted. “so sweet baby, s’good,” he mumbles, letting you tear through his shirt.
“i want you to have more of me, katsuki, don’t you want more of me?” you coo innocently, hands that could only be dwarfed by bakugou, dancing down his frame on the path towards his zipper before he stops you. wide eyed, you look at him and cock your head in mock confusion, bottom lip jutting out as you prepare for a fake display of tears. “w-what’s wrong?”
“ochako, i—” katsuki tells you as if he’s had a sudden epiphany, realising where he is and what he’s doing and trying to push you off. he’s never been a cheater, he’d always thought he could be loyal but all it took was one bat of your eyelids up at him and he was feasting on the sight of your rosy, saccharine pussy as if it were his last meal... what the fuck was katsuki bakugou doing? he didn’t need to fuck you to make you feel better, he didn’t need to fuck you at all— not with his girlfriend waiting for him outside. his face is stricken with guilt when he looks at you, but not for cheating on ochako, not for hurting her...but for you and your pouty lips and your bambi eyes that reel him back in and remind him that you could never be second place. not to ochako, not to anyone. “should be gettin’ back to her, think we’ve gone too far here.”
hearing her name fall from his lips after the little show you’d put on for katsuki fills you with rage, tingling from the top of your head right down to your toes and you huff like a petulant child, smaller-than-his hand shooting out to grab him by his growing erection before he can leave. “but you should be with me!” you whinge, squeezing katsuki’s bulge from over his pants, fighting the genuine tears in your eyes, unable to believe that his stupid girlfriend has the one up on you. “she’s been so mean to me and you let her, katsuki! you should be here, making it up to me,”
“but angel—”
you shake your head, furiously working your way through bakugou’s jeans and boxers as you sniff away saltine tears. “but no!” a small smirk crossing your lips at the hiss your best friend lets out when your soft palm comes into contact with his half-hard erection. “you’re mine, you’re my best friend and i’m supposed to be your favourite! ‘m not letting her take you away from me.”
a response lays meekly on bakugou’s lips as he spreads his tongue across them, he should try harder to fight you off and snap you out of your senses, tell you that you can’t do this—that he can’t do this but he’s already revelling in the way you start to palm him as you tug him free from his clothes. your hand is cushioned as it runs from the base of his dick to his achy tip, milky white cascading down katsuki’s length and catching on his throbbing veins that stand at attention— and fuck you’re so good at this, using your fingers to swipe at the precum beading from your best friend’s slit, pushing your thumb into it just to see his body come alive with shivers. your eyes stay trained on his face, memorising every twitch and parting of his lips from how good you make him feel whenever you squeeze him or speed up the pace of your hand.
you’re so fucking good, so good that he starts to forget all about her.
soon enough, katsuki’s body melts into yours and he’s tugging you further into his lap by the ass as if it’s second nature— it feels right to have you straddling his thick thighs as he man-spreads them wide , even better to pull you close by the back of your neck and let his strawberry tongue roll over the seams of your cherry lips to taste the gloss there and he grows eager to taste more of you, have all of you— hungrier for your touch more than he ever was for ochako’s. you can feel your sense of desire growing too—the speed of your hand that pumps katsuki getting faster and faster until lewd and wet noises twist within the heavy, lustful air between you both, his cock dribbling endless amounts of his essence and painting your knuckles with shades of his incoming release.
bakugou’s world becomes centred around you, your name heavy on his tongue—viscous and filling his mouth like honey until he’s drowning in a pool of ecstasy and dragging you down with him. “the way ya touch my cock, fuck angel. just like fuckin’ that, you’re doin’ so good you might just make me cum…you want that? want my fuckin’ cum?” the words slip out before his brain can register what he’s saying or who he’s saying it to, letting you take control of his pleasure as your tiny hands squeeze at his heavy balls— the pair of them working his angry shaft, bright red and fiery at the tip. in fact, bakugou doesn’t care that he’s dirty talking you instead of his girlfriend, at least not in the moment— thrusting himself into the slick warmth of your hands and pathetically using them as his own personal fleshlight, leaking onto the couch beneath your clammy bodies he doesn’t fucking care.
because ochako has never been as bold in the bedroom as you have on this very night, ochako has never made him feel this good.
“i want you to cum for me so badly, suki! i’ve always dreamed of what it was like,” you coo sweetly against his lips, pressing your body flush against bakugou’s so he can feel every bounce of your tits against his naked chest from where his erratic thrusts into your gentle grip make you jolt up and down— your nipples brushing against his to make him hiss. “always wondered about how you might taste,” your voice is breathy while you slot your mouth against his, humming as they fit together perfectly, swapping spit messily while katsuki tugs on your waist and your hair to manhandle you into the perfect position, just the way he wants. “how it might feel to be covered in all your cum,”
“shit, yer fuckin’ filthy, ‘chako would never say nasty shit like that,” bakugou let’s out a colourful stream of curses when you pull away, connected by strings of your exchanged spit— cupids’ bows wet from your searing kisses. “makes me wanna ruin ya, makes me wanna fuck you s’bad,” your heart flutters with pride at how willing your best friend is to give into the sin and adultery you’ve offered up for him despite the fact that the handjob you’re giving him is a one way ticket to the gates of heaven— that’s just how good you feel. you relish the yelp of surprise katsuki let’s out when you dribble your shared saliva down into his painfully hard shaft, letting it mix with his constant flow of thick precum. he groans from deep within the pits of his chest, the seed of arousal sprouting and wrapping its vines around his rib cage until filthy praises blossom in your best friend’s mouth, whispers of ‘just like that,’ and ‘fuck angel, so fuckin’ good to me,’ and ‘ain’t never had it like this,’ laid out across your skin from where he’s buried his face into your neck.
if it weren’t for your bodies being so close, you might not have heard his praise over the raunchy, damp sounds of his balls hitting your closed fist— katsuki fucking your hand as if it were your pretty cunt, languidly thrusting into your grip and chasing his own release. his world his hazy, blurry, with you as his only grounding focus, with you being the only thing on his fucking mind. he whimpers needily into your skin and only pulls back for air, the need written across his face in pink ink that’s flushed against his cheeks— the shade almost rivalling his blissful ruby orbs that flutter every time you fondle his balls.
you can’t help but grin, tilting katsuki’s chin up to kiss him again before you circle his blazing, sticky cockhead with your thumb. “i’m so much better than ochako, suki, i’m everythin’ you’ll ever need,” you say cutely and airily, grinning wider especially when katsuki nods his head eagerly, letting you guide him to his high. “isn’t that right, suki?”
his adam’s apple bobs, vermillion eyes watering and fuck he looks even prettier than you imagined— the sight of katsuki with his head thrown back against the couch and his mouth hanging open, saliva weighty on his tongue while sweat beads at his hairline and his hips jump up and up into your heavenly hand. “y’gonna make me cum angel, fuckin’ make me cum, make me cum,” he growls roughly into the hot air, the sweat running down his neck illuminated by the buzz of the LED lights. the sight creates a pleasant fizz in your brain, committed to memory as you tug on his fat cock harder, faster. “please, ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum so hard baby, don’cha want it?”
bakugou barely feels shameless for begging his best friend to cum, dopamine rattling around in his brain, heart thumping against his rib cage as you rub him off, spitting on his cock again and making every so much wetter, making it so much harder for him to hold off his orgasm.
“say it.” you seethe in his direction, never slowing down the speed of your hand. “tell me that i’m better than her and i’ll let you cum, kay?” you’re bold enough to reach down and slap his balls, coaxing your best friend towards his high, while his alluring and dangerously addictive moans shoot out into the air. bakugou’s head shakes along with the rest of his body, eyes screwing shut while his hips chase your teasing fingers that press down on the forked blue vein wrapped around his cock every time his hips pull back and out of the warmth of your hand. you can’t decide if his telling you no, or if he’s trying to fight his body’s instincts to chase it’s high, but you repeat the action, slapping down on his heavy balls again to make his entire frame jolt. “say it.”
katsuki pants, letting go of your hips to run a hand through his sex mussed locks as his eyes snap open to lock into yours. “you’re so much fuckin’ better than her, could never make me cum like this, only you angel, only fucking you. god, fuck—!” he babbles brainlessly, barely holding onto his last threads of sanity.
“cum f’me, katsuki,” you command the blonde gently, with one last squeeze of your messy hand to his pulsating dick as it pistons through your closed fist.
your whispered words are all bakugou needs before his entire body is overcome with a set of trembles and you don’t dare to stop the flick of your wrist around his cock as he tumbles through the rush of his high, struggling to keep up with you as colours run wild behind his crystallised red eyes. curse words and praises alike line his lips, katsuki moaning your name haughty and loud enough that you almost fear that people will hear you both from outside— his head drops to the back of the couch, chest heaving as his hips stumble and give out, releasing thick ropes of white hot cum onto your sex tainted knuckles and hand, only adding further to the sweaty glaze coating both of your bodies. the soft, incomplete whimpers that leave your best friend make you smile wickedly, evilly as he comes down from his mind-blowing high.
oh ochako ururaka, if only you could see your boyfriend now.
if only you could see what a real woman does to him.
“fuck baby, that was…” bakugou lifts his head, golden and scarred skin shining with sweat as he looks to you, only cutting himself off with a low groan to watch you suck the cum from your fingers before you lean over his twitching frame to spit his own release back into his mouth. the blonde swallows diligently, cupping the back of your head with a large hand before you can pull away and kissing you sloppily, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth so the both of you can share his taste, moaning at it in unison. “that was fuckin amazin’, you really are a filthy little minx aren’cha, angel?”
you nod bashfully, sidling further up katsuki’s lap until you’re positioned just over his sensitive cock— feeling the remains of his orgasm against your needy cunt that’s already dripping wet from pleasuring him. “s’all for you katsuki, s’always been for you,” you tell him, looking down at the blonde with hooded eyes while experimentally grinding your soft mound over his softening dick, waiting for a reaction or for him to push you off. “been saving myself for you, for years, wanted you to have all of me my first time, suki.” you add earnestly while his rough fingers draw contrastingly soft shapes into the soft swell of your doughy thigh.
you’re met with the complete opposite of what you expected, instead of shoving you away and telling you ‘enough was enough,’ bakugou suddenly grips the meat of your thighs to keep you hooked over his lap— looking at you with a new and lustful fire burning between the flecks of his eyes. “yer…yer a virgin?” he asks quietly, the both of you sucking in a breath as his sticky, cum-stained length twitches to life beneath your awaiting pussy.
you nod again, head tilting back when katsuki begins to grind up into you slowly. “o-ochako said i wasn’t…w-wasn’t woman enough for…for you,” you swallow thickly, the blonde’s tip bumping your clit as blood starts to rush to it and your pussy blossoms for him like a flower. “wanted you to make me one…”
“fuck,” he rasps, gaze dropping to watch the show beneath your shaking bodies, hardening cock pushing through your puffy folds and milky cockhead rutting against your fluttering hole. katsuki’s finger’s reach between the sweltering heat between you both, using two of his digits to keep his dick in line with honey glazed folds, shining with the reminisce of your last orgasm. using your wetness, bakugou is able to slide through your sex easily, shaking moans tumbling from between his bitten lips every time he hits your clit, desperately gripping his cock every time he shoots up too far and his tip nudges your soft tummy, smearing it with opaque white. “we should wait...we... we should talk ‘bout this,”
you grind back down on him, keeping the blonde nestled between swollen and pink folds, a pout forming on your lips. “don’t wanna,”
“neither do fuckin’ i,” comes bakugou’s gruff response, it’s whispered against your blemished shoulder, tainted with light scars from your childhood days and beauty marks alike as his buff arms wrap around your middle to keep you pinned down to him. both of you are seconds away from the tipping point, well past the boundary of what separates best friends from lovers— either of your minds growing murky and foggy, while your breathing tingles at each other’s lips while you sloppily grind against each other. you can feel his hips jumping beneath yours, dying to push his cock past your soaking entrance in one swift movement, but katsuki attempts to slow his roll, wanting your first time to be special. ochako is no longer a thought in his mind, replacing all visions of her with thoughts of you— wanting to fuck you, to be tucked away into your tight heat. “god, angel, wanna fuck you so bad,”
your eyes sparkle with a certain sense of triumph at bakugou’s words…you’ve won him over, got him bending over backwards from the slightest bump of his tip against your resisting entrance— barely prepared to take him and the thickness of his shaft. “please ‘suki, need you...want you,” you murmur against the blonde’s hairline, relishing in the way he pulls back ever so slightly to tap his weighty girth against your awaiting and fluttering slit.
slowly but surely, bakugou starts to push his cock into you, gritting his teeth as he huffs into the junction between your shoulder and neck— holding back his whimpers and urge to thrust as he slides into your warmth, not wanting to cause you anymore pain. “‘m sorry baby, ‘m sorry, you know don’t like hurtin’ya,” he mumbles apologies into your skin, hating the way you his at his intrusion, quickly filling you up like you’ve never been before. it’s like his own personal hell, being stuffed inside your cute virgin cunt, walls pulsing around him rhythmically and slowly sucking down every inch of katsuki’s swollen and aching cock— you take him so well despite the pain, making it harder to resist the urge to pound into you.
you’re so pretty on top of him, so cute with your pouty lips and teary eyes and bakugou suddenly finds himself wondering why he didn’t do this sooner, why he settled for anything less than you.
“move, please move,” you pull katsuki back by the air, cupping his face soon after to pull his bottom lip down with your thumb— the hot air between your bodies is teaming with lust and years worth of desire finally being unleashed, your cunt readily accepting your best friend’s dick as it oozes against your insides and spreads the flame of desire through your sweet cunt. “you feel so much better t-than all my toys ka’suki, always thought of you when i used them on myself,” you confess dreamily, tight hole growing slippery with your heightening arousal, letting bakugou press on until he’s reached the hilt inside of you. “you can fuck me, i want you.. l-love you—!”
the tail end of your words because hushed and breathless when katsuki jolts up and deeper into your cunt at your words— scratching the itch in your gummy walls that only he can reach. you love him and he loves the way your squishy, precious pussy wraps around him so perfectly, barely letting bakugou pull out enough to start a proper pacing to his hips. “love you baby, y’my best friend...fuckin’ love you angel,” he babbles to you, looking up at you with hormone raging red eyes as you toy with his lips, pulling it back again as you lean close making you chest to chest. “fuck, y’so fuckin’ tight, so fuckin tight…” forehead’s pressed, bakugou’s eyes flutter shut expecting you to kiss him but instead is met with the gift of saliva to let drip onto his tongue from your own mouth. his entire body shudders violently, swallowing your glob of spit quickly before he leans up to slot your lips together— using this moment of distraction to pull back his hips and sharply thrust into you. “‘m gonna fuck you baby, make this pussy my own. carve my name into it, gonna fuckin’ claim you,”
your best friend barely knows what he’s saying, barely knows the person your pussy’s turned him into— any traces of his girlfriend ochako flushed out of his system by hormones like dopamine as his large hands roam your skin and map out your stretch marks and dips and scars, committing them to memory before sinking into the fat of your hips to keep you steady in his lap. “i-i’m yours, you have me just— move!” if only he knew how much ownership he had of your mind and body already, how much he’d staked his claim over you throughout the years— tonight he would see that, and hopefully realise how much of him you owned as well.
tongues twirling against one another, bakugou pulls away, licking up the string of drool that connected you. he grips your ass next, smacking a rough palm over the peachy flesh to make you squeal and take away some of the pain as he sets a tune to his hips while they begin to plough into you. “‘m gonna make you feel so good, make a woman outta you just like you and this sweet lil virgin thing wanted, yeah?” katsuki’s gaze drops to the mess between your thighs as if he’s gesturing to your cunt, pumping his cock into your creamy, puffy mound nice and deep— making you cry out for him and clamp down hard. “promised to wreck this sweet hole, make my angel forget all the mean things ‘chako said about you… have i ever— fuck, have ii ever broken a promise?”
bakugou struggles to leave the warmth of your pussy, not caring whether that's down to how addicting your tightness is or you keeping him selfishly locked against your soaked and ribbed walls. however, you manage to shake your head no, despite the way you writhe in his lap as he rocks his hips into yours, bulbous cock head battering up your squishy insides. “n-never, my ka’suki’s so good t’me!” you moan possessively, selfishly but it sounds like nothing but angel’s calls to your best friend, only driving him to rut into you harder, deeper.
“that’s fuckin’ right angel, never gonna let’cha down,” he growls, shoving his face into your neck yet again as if he doesn’t trust himself not to cum if he looks at your awe striken face any longer— large and gritty palms pulling you by your ass back and forth on his throbbing, leaky and fat dick to match the pace of him pounding your pathetically juicy slit, writing his name in milky white precum against every ridge inside of you. no matter how far katsuki’s cock pulls out of you, your hips always chase him, forcing them down with your body weight to keep him tucked inside of you— following your pleasure until your cunt is pushing against him, dripping down his balls that spurt equally as much precum inside of you. “don’cha cry angel, thought this was what’cha wanted, what was gonna make you feel better?” he coos, licking a stripe along your collarbones to taste you and to keep himself grounded.
you wrap your arms around bakugou’s neck, hugging him to your chest while he grunts against it needily and it’s not long before your bodies are bodies become coated coated in a sheen of sweat, drops of it pearling against his hairline and extenuating the sticky clap of you skin against each other— creating a harmonious tone that lingers in the air along with your moans and the scent of sex. “it is what i want, you’re what i want!” you squeal as your best friend bares down on pleasure spots your toys could only dream of reaching, only serving to add squelching sounds to the lewd soundtrack you both have going. “but i wanna be your favourite, wanna be yours,” you beg him wetly, delirious and dumb on his cock, filled with devoir and a sense of need for him and only him.
“‘course yer my fuckin’ favourite, look at how much y’love me, how much this pussy loves me— shit angel,” bakugou curses, his tone deep and rumbling throughout his chest. his words make you dizzy, the sight of him makes you dizzy. as he looks up at you, dazed and with rose tinted cheeks you take your view of him— the shine sweat adds to him, highlighting the sharpness to bakugpu’s jaw and the new maturity of his face, the flex of his arms as he lifts you up and down in his lap along with the way his washboard and honey glazed abs contract with exertion every time he thrusts into you. katsuki is like a taste of heaven and it almost makes you mad to know that before you, ochako was the only person who got to see him like this— but your burning rage and murderous impulse is quickly replaced by the ecstasy bakugou makes you feel by bruising up your insides, balls heavily slapping against your ass.
you grin to yourself inwardly, knowing that after tonight ochako will never get to see the beauty of katsuki bakugou like this, ever again.
bakugou may be the one fucking you, but you’re the one who’s in control of his heart tonight— you’ve sunk your claws into him, captured him as your prey and held him hostage. not that he minds, not that he cares, his only wish being that you’d done it sooner...fucking you like this, balls deep in your virgin pussy withh you tight and snug around him drives bakugou insane and makes him realise that you’re the only one he wants. not her, not his own fucking girlfriend.
it’s always been you.
no other girl could get him drunk on cunt like this, vermillion eyes honing in on the way you gently start to lift your hips up and down, following the current of his thrusts as he pounds away at that tight little hole you’ve saved all for fucking him. no other girl could get katsuki to whimper and whine so loud before, you’re special, you’re something else. you’re his best friend. “god, this is the kinda pussy you only get to fuck in dreams, baby,” bakugou slurs with a perverted grin, changing the stroke of his hips to follow the pattern of circles instead of just driving his hips upward. “you my dream girl, angel? y’got the cute lil pussy i’ve only ever dreamed of pourin’ my cum into, yeah? always wanted t’fuck you, thought about it forever, now here i fuckin’ am…”
“did you think of me more than her?”
yes. katsuki would have been a fool not to notice the way you’d grown up s prettily over the years, body filling out into beautiful curves carved with dips and moles and freckles and scars all created by athena herself, the swell of your chest, fruit stained shade of your lips were things that didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend either. so yes, of course he’d thought about you in the depths of the night—his dirty hollywood dreams starring only the girl of his dreams, only its you instead of his girlfriend ochako, you and your name that tumbles from his lips only to be swallowed by the fabric of his sheets. its you who bakugou pictures beneath him when he folds his pillow into the shape of pussy, fucking it like he means his life depends on it.
really, it’s always been you.
the blonde nuzzles at your shoulder with his sweaty forehead, shaking it against your equally sweaty skin. “mnhh, baby...yn,”
“answer me katsuki...a-answer me, please…” lazily, you run a hand through his mussed locks, making it worse
katsuki gasps softly, binding his lowly lip and screwing his eyes shut as he immerses himself in the passionate dance of your bodies; the slow and alluring bump and grind of his dick and your sweet pussy, tip jamming repeatedly and atrociously into your cervix— bullying your insides until you animalistically howl his name like a wolf calling to the moon. “more than her,” bakugou keens into your hands that claw down his bare back, scratching red tracks in the shape of your nails against his scarred skin and he lets his head drop to your neck, sinking the sharp edge of his canine teeth into your flesh and rolling his saliva soaked strawberry tongue over the assaulted area. “fuck— you feel like heaven, angel, c’mon, ride me...just like that, just like that…”
one hand braced on his shoulder, the other pats along the cushioned couch in search of katsuki’s phone. your birthday is his password—skillfully unlocked by you even while you clench down on the man in reward and he doesn’t hesitate to buck his hips back into you with the same level of feverishness, sloppily sliding your bodies against one another as you breathe, temperate and heavy and shakily into one another’s bruised lips. you tingle with joy, knowing yet another thing as simple as unlocking his phone boils down to just you—he’s obsessed with you, he loves you just as much as you love him. fumbling with katsuki’s phone and aim for the camera, a fresh wave of tears brew in your eyes and tangle with your lower lash line because he makes you see stars, gives you what you’ve been chasing after blindly for your whole life—the thickness of his shaft inside you as it stretches your virgin hole, the wet and impassioned snap of his hips into you, the sticky slap of his balls against your bare ass.
you’ve been dreaming of this for years and now you finally have him, all of katsuki bakugou to yourself. a selfish feeling wraps around your heart as you ride him, slow rolls of your hips taking is cock deeper into your squishy cunt, prrecum bleeding along your sensitive walls, and suddenly you feel the impulse to hit record— needing evidence of your night, something to show ochako that you’ve finally won.
the footage is blurry, the flash almost blinding you both as you turn on the camera and flip it to katsuki’s face, capturing every detail of his open mouth, tongue connected to the roof of his mouth by thick strings of spit—best visible when his head is thrown back in pure ecstasy. “the fuck are ya’doin’?” bakugou slurs, struggling to manage his words with the amount of saliva in his mouth. “you recordin’ me dirty girl? fuck, you wanna show the camera what a mess y’are f’me?” your tummy twists in delightful knots as katsuki plays himself up for the camera as soon as it turns on, giving it a toothy grin. essence pools between your raw folds, slicking up his cock as it dives into your plush folds, sliding perfectly against the soft velvet and you find yourself growing hornier from bakugou’s waves of intensity as they crash over you.
“uhuh, wan’...want keep a memo of how good you make me feel,” you tell him earnestly, almost losing your grip on the silver device you hold between your fingers— practically losing your mind when your best friend leans forward, letting all his excess spit drip down onto your joined sexes, lubing you up and making everything even more dissolute, nastier and creamier. it’s so obscene, the way his bubbles of white spit add a soft gleam to your tummy and pelvis as you both smash your sexes together—peeling back your hips from one anothers, the action only accompanied by a sticky sound. “‘hmygod, ka’suki!” the video picks up everything, especially the lewd and covetous cry you let out when bakugou grips your hips to grind you down against the wet mix he’s created, spit, his cum, your cum all coming together against your pussy.
the clip ends there and somehow you manage to spitefully forward it onto your best friend’s girlfriend. you can’t help the greedy clench of your cunt around katsuki’s pretty dick, feeling his veins sear their marks into your walls— the blonde doesn’t miss it either. it drives you wild, a frenzied blur of sex and hormones as you think of poor innocent ochako out at the party having the time of her life—it makes fat drops of your saccharine nectar to ooze from your ravaged hole just to imagine her face as the video of you fucking her boyfriend finally lights up her phone.
oh how turned on her ruined night makes you.
“you liked that, huh?” bakugou coos to you, capturing your raptured woozy stare with his ruby framed eyes that dance with lust as he pierces you on his cock over and over again. “‘course y’fuckin did, can feel it with how hard yer clampin’ dwon on me, angel,” he’s getting cocky— doped up on the way you suck him in and bounce away on him as if you’d done this before, his sweet virgin girl claiming what's rightfully hers. you need to put him back in his place, fuck your best friend hard enough to remind him who’s the rightful owner of the dick thats making you feel good for the very first time, you do everything your power to make the night last longer so you can torture the brunette bitch he’s dating even more—pushing back down on katsuki every time he thrusts up so that he can never leave the warmth of your soaked mound. the blonde leans back, watching you work yourself above him, dangerous and fiery eyes taking in the view, “so fuckin’ beauttiful when yer on’toppa me, takin’ this cock so good on your firsty try. s-shit, why didn’t i fuck you sooner, hah? got this perfect little pussy ‘n everythin’, the best i’ve ever had,”
katsuki’s praise shoots straight to your throbbing mound and has you jumping even as he slaps a rough palm over your puffy clit. “didn’t fuck me sooner , ‘cause you were to busy with her,” you snarl hotly, circling your hips over the blondes, driving his bright red tip into your g-spot, chasing your own pleasure as it bubbles in your lower tummy. “balls deep in her instead of me. shoulda been fuckin’ your favourite girl but were with ochako. why not me, suki? ‘m i not your favourite anymore?”
you reach for the phone again, pulling up the camera ready to record bakugou’s hazy response as you move to grip him by the roots of his hair, forcing him back against the couch while you bounce away in a frenzy on top of him— your unified groans slipping through the night air. “you’ve always been my favourite, she couldn’t even fuckin’ compare,” he mumbles to you, eyes glinting with mischief as you hit the record button once again. taking control, you lean forward again, spitting onto katsuki’s chest, pinching and teasing his nipples until they’re sore and he’s practically screaming your name, watching as the viscous glob rolls down between his fat pecs, “you sendin’ that shit to her, yeah? what a naughty fuckin’ girl, angel. tell ‘er whatcha gonna do to this cock, tell her whatcha gonna fuckin’ do to this cock. show her,” he sneers into the camera, dragging it down to show where your bodies join and cream froths at his base, dripping in white down his balls. “claim me for the fuckin’ camera, yeah, that’s right. fuckin’ claim me.”
hearing him breaking beneath you, desperate to keep your pussy locked onto his cock and you think; she must not be fucking him enough, not giving him enough juicy cunt to keep poor katsuki satisfied. she deserves to see what a mess your body’s made him, deserves to have her night destroyed and shattered to a million pieces by the sight of your swollen, tight, perfect pussy taking him in so nicely, and so you send off a second video to her, “you’re mine katsuki, mine forever. never hers, k-kay?” your voice is hushed as you take his lower lip between your teeth, making the pair of you an even greater mess while you guide bakugou into yet another raunchy kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth before twirling the two pink muscles together. you claim every inch of him, with hands and tongue and your puckered hole alike—writing your name sinfully across his body so that katsuki really knows that he’s yours.
“‘m fuckin yours baby, belong to you,” the blonde says to you, his words woven with the sweetness of candy, shaky from feeling you pulse around him—heartbeat in your pussy. “don’ want anyone else to have me, show that camera how good you take you make me yours,” hot on his tongue, katsuki speaks in heated phrases before he spits onto his fingers, shoving the soiled digits against your swollen clit, blooming from the blood rush as he rubs it in tight circles, coating your sex in a crude mix of your juices and saliva—pushing it into you. the camera on the back of his phone catches it all, feeding it straight into ochako’s phone.
you pull your hips up, caught mid thrust by one of katsuki’s large hands holding your waist. you whimper at the feeling of being empty, no longer having the pressure of your best friend’s dick deep in your tummy, constantly bearing down on your g-spot hard. his cock is all the way out of you and only his tip is brushing against your clit, sticky and smeared with opaque white when bakugou makes you rut against it, stimulating yourself to your heart’s content—his bright red cockhead gliding easily between your creamy folds. he feels so good against you that you drop your grip on the phone that you miss the banging on the door outside, ignoring the sound and choosing instead to wrap your arms around bakugou’s muscled neck...stabilizing yourself while he takes ahold of the fleshy ass, kneading the flesh between calloused fingers and watching you get yourself off on him. “mmgod, fuck katsuki! lemme back on your cock, please...give it t’me, give it. please.” you squeal breathlessly, tongue rolling out of your mouth while you impatiently thrust your hips down, trying to coax the blonde back into your cute little cunt. you spit into your own hand, lubing it up before you grip his throbbing and achy shaft, jerking bakugou off until streams of foul language coat his lips and tattoo themselves against your skin. you even thumb the rim of his tip a little, knowing that he likes that.
“fuck! bakugou, i know you’re in there with that whore!” the banging on the door resumes, and you moan bakugou’s name louder, just to spitethe bitch who you know is just outside.
“angel, you, love you like this, love you on top of me, takin’ this cock as your own,” bakugou curses, flopping back against he couch and smoothing his rough hands over your body. he eventually settles them where your breasts ( as they bounce ) meet your ribcage, rubbing the area and sending goosebumps rising across your sweaty, honeyed skin. “this dick is yours, this dick s’the only one that can fuck you, this dick only goes inside this fuckin’ pussy.”
‘katsuki! open up! katsuki!’
the words are muffled by the wooden door between the outside world and the bubble you’ve made with bakugou—blood rushing through your ears, carrying lust amongst many other things. “k-katsuki, please...feels so fuckin’ good, d-don’t stop, don’t stop! you’re so good, s-so good!” you babble, losing your mind and your focus, letting everything that is katsuki bakugou overwhelm you. “i-i’m your girl, your favourite, no one else c-can have you!”
ochako’s piercing voice yells again from outside, fighting the locked door while bakugou manhandles you into a position he likes to chase the ebb of your highs as they begin to set fire to your insides. with every sharp pounding of his cock into your cunt, you both take feverish steps towards your orgasms, the blistering heat of them sneaking up on you. “‘m never gonna stop baby, not for anyone...gonna fuck you as long as you want me to, yeah? promise you. ‘m yours,” your best friend whispers, turning you around in his lap until your back is to his sticky chest. he pushes you forward by the curve of your spine, almost bending you in half as your face reaches the floor. “t-thats fuckin’ it angel, turn around around ‘n lemme see your ass bounce on me, just like that,”
“keep fuckin’ me just like that, fuckin’ ochako wishes she could be you, my favourite fuckin’ girl—ah shit!” he adds, sending a tremor of pleasure down your spine as dopamine sizzles at your nerve endings.
so you do as bakugou says, even though your thighs burn with how much you bounce up and down on him, throwing your ass back onto him to pull more of his dirty moans from his filthy mouth. your name is the only thing bakugou can say— chanting it like a prayer, as if his brain has been wiped of all other thoughts accept for you and the way you sink down on him, right to the creamy base of his dick as if it wasn’t even a problem eyes rolling, your toes curl, clamping down greedily on bakugou until his breath stutters and his dick, swollen with the load he’s holding back, has no room to breathe.
you don’t even stop fucking like animals when the door bursts open, a teary eyed ochako throwing herself into the room to the sight of her boyfriend fucking the girl she’d always been so worried about. to see him fucking you. “o-oh my god! katsuki bakugou wh-what the fuck are you doing? with her?” his girlfriend screams, but he can’t even look at her, obsessed with the way your body feels moving along with his. “you’re both fucking sick!”
“‘m gonna cum, katsuki,” you say airly, a smirk tugging at your lips as your eyes lock with shaky brown orbs—you can’t hold back at this point, your body craving to touch the white light of your release, the knots twisted in your stomach beginning to come undone as the pace of bakugou’s hips start to falter and grow impatient, churning up your insides as his sensitive tip drags along your spongy walls and pushes up against your squishy g-spot. it hurts so good to hold back, but it feels even better to watch ochako cry and scream and beg for her boyfriend to stop fucking you.
but bakugou isn’t doing any better than you are, beneath you, his muscled thighs tremble and his the stroke of his hips become sloppy and languid. “c’mon angel, cum f’me, paint this cock...let it all out f’me,” he mumbles strainedly into your shoulder, tweaking your nipples and barely acknowledging the presence of his girlfriend ( or ex, at this point ) while his calloused fingers dance down the softness of your tummy to toy with your clit once again, dragging you by the ankle towards both of your highs. “c-can’t hold it anymore baby, gonna...gonna—! fuck!”
“stop it, kastuki!”
the lewd cross of your eyes as you finally cum with katsuki is what drives uraraka off of the edge, breaking into full on sobs when your dam bursts—colours in brand new shades flashing behind your eyes, bakugou’s hips fail to slow as he guides you through your orgasm, sending you into a series of shivers and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream that makes your throat hoarse. you cum so hard that the world around you seems to fall away, throwing an arm behind you to grip the blonde locks of your best friend’s hair to ground yourself. your release splashes out against the floor, cunt fluttering rhythmically as it paints both yours and katsuki’s thighs before triggering his own high.
“f-fuck, fuck! ‘m cummin’, ‘m cummin. gonna fill you up baby...can ya take it? take my cum?” he gripes needily into the shell of your ear, high pitched and whiney. the blonde’s voice fades to static, hips bucking up into your soiled pussy with one last surge of power before he’ss spilling white hot seed into your spasming hole. there’s so much of it, bakugou’s cum bleeding out of you slipping down between your ass cheeks— your tummy practically swells form how much of his own release he’s given you and eventually, katsuki’s cantering hips slow down until they reach a grind, cock slipping out of you and spewing the last of his cum against your inner thighs and soft tummy. “holy fuckin’ shit baby, fuck.”
bakugou collapses into the couch as he comes down from the high heavens, near passing out and leaving you to deal with his gobsmacked girlfriend. “take a picture ochako, it’ll last longer!” you coo, sickly sweet, making the brunette stomp her foot like a petulant child and flee the scene.
after she’s gone, katsuki seems to stir awake with an amused laugh, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder. “y’fuckin’ crazy angel, i love you.”
“d’ya mean that, suki?” you ask him with amused eyes as you turn around in his lap—drawing shapes over his heartbeat as you revel in the victory of your plan. “do you really love me?”
bakugou nods, rubbing his hand over the curve of your spine, kissing your nose as he slips in and out of consciousness. “always fuckin’ have, it’ll always be you, kay angel?” he tells you softly.
you barely have a chance to respond to bakugou, for he’s already passed out from how much you’d worn him out. you’d have a lot to talk about when the party was over and he'd woken up again, but for now you curl up against him contentedly— smiling at the knowledge that you’d always be his favourite girl.
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itsruiblue · a month ago
Sweet (Like Honey) | K. Bakugou
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Entry 02 | The Virginity Chronicles
Summary: When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out.  
(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)
Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader
Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, fingering, dry humping, cunnilingus,  creampie, multiple orgasms, no contraception mentioned, extremely unrealistic (seriously, this is not what losing your virginity is actually like), characters are aged up to 18
Note: So this was inspired by someone on my AO3, who wondered what Bakugou would be like when he lost his virginity. And this is what my brain had to say. 
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When you agreed to date Katsuki Bakugou, you’d honestly thought you’d been prepared for everything. The ash-blond was probably as explosive as a single person could ever get and one needed nerves of steel to simply remain in the same room as him for an extended period of time and not get blown up. And, considering you’d had this down for far longer than you’d actually been in a romantic relationship with him, you’d assumed there’d be nothing he could do that could ever put you in a perpetual state of shock.
You were proven suddenly, violently wrong one evening towards the end of your UA career when Katsuki came storming into your dorm room with a look on his face that would probably have caused some poor old lady to keel over from heart failure if she caught sight of it.
You, however, were somewhat tougher than some old lady and so, when the door of your bedroom slammed open, you merely gave your boyfriend a mild look from where you were lying on your stomach on your bed.
“What’s up?”
Katsuki didn’t reply immediately. Rather, he stared at you, his face curling in an odd mixture of disgust and embarrassment that you had never seen before. His cheeks flushed pink in such a way that you might have thought he’d been working out, (despite the fact that you knew he hadn’t). His gaze moved, slipping from your face to the book you had propped up on a pillow that you’d relocated to the foot of your bed, to the UA uniform you had yet to change out after the school day. His jaw clenched as he seemed to steel himself.
Then he said, “Let’s fuck.”
You choked. The air in your lungs had suddenly turned to cement at your boyfriend’s unexpected proclamation and it felt like all you could do was gape at him, your mouth opening and closing like some kind of confused fish.
Katsuki glowered at you heatedly, obviously choosing to ignore the way his cheeks were practically glowing from his furious blush. “Don't look at me like that. You look ugly as fuck."
"Fuck you, Katsuki!" Your mouth snapped closed and suddenly you could breathe again. Katsuki took absolutely no notice of your indignant words, however, only turning to close your bedroom door before going right back to staring at you intently.
You glared back at him, now in a thoroughly bad mood. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Let's fuck," Katsuki repeated, taking a step closer. "Right now."
 You gave him a disgruntled look, your face doing well at hiding the absolute shock and surprise that was still coursing through your body like acid. 'Let's fuck,’ - What did that even mean?
Katsuki let out an annoyed grunt and crossed his arms over his chest as you continued to sit in silence, thinking. Then he rolled his eyes heavily.
"Look, if it disgusts you that much, then it's fine, we don't have to." He started to turn away, his expression still stoic but you could tell immediately by the look in his eyes that he was hurt.
You were on your feet before you even had time to think, reaching out to grab hastily at the back of his school shirt. Katsuki felt your grip on the material and stopped, however, he didn't turn around. His hands were at his sides, clenched into fists and shaking just slightly.
For a moment the pair of you stood, silent, as you thought about what it was you wanted to say. Then you sighed.
“That’s not what I meant,’ you said in a very quiet voice, almost too quiet to be heard. “I want to, Katsuki. I just… I’m confused.”
Katsuki exhaled softly. “Confused?” he asked in a tone just as low as your own.
“Why do people fuck?” He turned around then, one eyebrow arched as he gave you a very questioning look. “I thought you were smart, nerd.”
You slapped lightly at his bicep. “No, dipshit, not like that. I mean… why now? Why do you suddenly want to do this?” You dropped his gaze. “I’ve brought it up before but you didn’t seem very interested. I thought you didn’t want to… you know, with me.”
“You dumbass,” Katsuki mumbled. “That’s not…” he ground his teeth together in frustration before placing his hands on either side of your face. You stared at him, surprised, as he turned your head upwards forcing you to look into his sharp ruby eyes. “That’s not it at all. I just wanted to be sure we were both ready. I don’t want to pressure you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“Really?” you mumbled. He nodded earnestly.
A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. You poked him lightly in the chest. “Wow, look at you being considerate.”
“Tch,” Katsuki scowled at you, annoyed. “I’m always fucking considerate, you nerd.”
“Yeah, sure.” You continued to poke him, grinning properly now. “’Considerate Katsuki’, that’s definitely you.”
“Fuck off!” He shoved you away from him, glowering. You stumbled back, laughing, though not before you grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled him with you. The pair of you collapsed unceremoniously backward onto your bed.
You relaxed at the feeling of Katsuki’s familiar weight pressing your body into the mattress. Reaching your arms up, you linked them around the back of his neck, sighing happily as Katsuki nosed his way into the crook of your shoulder. For a moment, the pair of you remained there, still and quiet, listening only to the sound of each other’s breathing. Then you turned your head slightly, glancing down at the shock of pale hair tickling your ear.
“You never answered my question. About why you wanted to do it now?”
Katsuki shifted; you could feel him scrunch his nose into your collarbone. Then he mumbled something, a jumble of words none of which you could make out, muffled as they were in your shoulder.
Frowning slightly, you turned your head further to look at him. “What was that?”
“I walked in on Shitty Deku and his girlfriend.”
You froze, eyes widening in shock. “You mean...while they were-?”
“Yeah,” Katsuki mumbled. “Fucking gross.”
You couldn’t control your giggles. “Oh my god, Katsuki!” Your chest heaved as you laughed. “That’s awful! Poor Midoriya.”
Katsuki raised his head to give you an incredulous look. “Poor Midoriya?” he repeated in a tone so disgusted it sent you in a round of fresh giggles. “What the fu- Poor ME!” He gave an exaggerated gag, seemingly reliving the experience. “I don’t wanna see that shit! It’s their fault for not getting a room!”
“Where the fuck were they?” you asked, wide-eyed.
“The goddamn training room.” He sniffed, unimpressed. “Shows how smart that fucking extra is. The fuck did he think was gonna happen?”
You were practically in tears, you were laughing so hard. “And you seriously just walked in on them?”
Katsuki shrugged, incredulous. “I didn’t know they were there! If I had I wouldn’t have gone in.” He gave you a disgusted look. “Do you think I wanna see Deku’s junk? Fucking gross.”
“Oh yeah,” you chuckled, wiping at your eyes. “Because it’s not like you two bathed together when you were little, right?”
Katsuki shoved your face into the pillow, muffling your relapse of laughter. “You promised you’d never bring that up!” he screeched, steam practically coming out of his ears as his cheeks burned bright pink. “I fucking knew I should never have told you.”
You were fully prepared to continue teasing him, your love for the boy beginning to sink beneath your overwhelming desire to make him squirm. However, when Katsuki started to get up, absolutely fuming, your laughter stopped immediately.
“Wait,” you whined, making grabby hands in his direction as he pulled himself off you and backed away from the bed. “Nooo, where are you going?”
“Away from the bitch who’s tryna squash my self-esteem,” he mumbled back, although you could tell from the low tone of his voice that he was jesting, just a little. Sitting up, you reached out for him again.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop laughing,” you pouted, fingers wiggling in his direction. “Please don’t leave.”
Katsuki watched you for a minute, seemingly contemplating his options. You knew it was highly possible he’d ignore your complaints completely and walk out just for the sake of being petty. After all, Katsuki had never been one to be swayed by puppy eyes.
However, he seemed to want to stay just as much as you wanted to keep him, and so after a few agonizing seconds, he came traipsing back towards the bed. You waited until he’d flopped down beside you before climbing into his lap and looping your arms around his neck once again. Katsuki glared at you as you smiled down at him, however, he didn’t push you away. Rather, his hands came up to rest on each of your hips, holding you in place with one of your legs on either side of his body.
You leaned down to give him a light peck on the tip of his nose. “I’m sorry.”
Katsuki scowled. “You should be.”
“And I promise I’ll forget that you and Midoriya bathed together when you were three.”
Katsuki’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips. “You’d fucking better,” he snarled, which had you hiding your smile.
(You knew you’d never forget it. But you weren’t particularly inclined to tell him just yet)
For a moment, the pair of you sat in silence, simply looking at each other in the dim light of your dorm room. You’d already closed your curtains; the darkness of the evening being kept at bay only by the warm yellow glow of your desk lamp. Katsuki’s eyes were calm as he watched you, his expression relaxing as one of his thumbs began to brush circles into your hip bone. You made up your mind.
“So…” you said, quietly willing your voice not to shake. “You still wanna fuck?”
The widening of Katsuki's eyes was so slight it was almost indiscernible. Almost. He let go of your hip and leaned back to rest his weight on the heels of his hands behind him, studying your face with a blank expression on his own. You looked right back at him, refusing to let your features give anything away. However, despite the both of your causal attitudes, there was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there moments before. And it was mounting.
Katsuki tilted his head slightly to the right. His eyelashes fluttered as his gaze flicked up and down your body. Then he shrugged one shoulder.
"I mean, if you wanna."
You were on him in a second. Chest to chest, you drank in his scent, his taste, as your mouth met his in a bruising kiss. Katsuki let out a small grunt of surprise but didn’t shy away from your enthusiasm. In fact, his arms came up to wrap securely around your body and pull you even closer on his lap as he himself collapsed backward until his back was flat to the bed.
You slid a hand into his thick hair to grip at the blond locks, fingernails scratching along his scalp. Katsuki’s mouth was furious against yours; you could feel the tension spilling from him into you as his lips molded with yours and his arms trapped you flush against his chest. His tongue slid between you, begging eagerly for entrance to your mouth, and when you failed to open up for him, he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your bottom lip.
You pulled back with a slight squeak and gave him an annoyed look. “Quit doing that.”
“Quit teasing me then” was all he had in reply before one of his hands came up to grab the back of your head and forced you back down to him. You didn’t resist and your lips smashed into his again with an eagerness that had you both groaning. Taking advantage of the situation, you were quick to nip Katsuki back, and when his lips parted in slight shock, you slid your tongue between them to meet his. Katsuki groaned, loud enough that you felt it vibrate through his chest. Without warning, his hips thrust upwards and you gasped a little as the bulge of his semi-hard cock pressed into the flesh of your thigh.
“Fuck, sorry.” Katsuki pulled back with a grimace. “I didn’t mean…”
You shook your head. “No, it’s okay. In fact…” you pursed your lips, trying to stifle your nerves, and then gave an experimental roll of your own hips. “Keep going.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened in earnest and he bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to leave it bright pink. “Fuck,” he mumbled in a low voice as his hands slid to grip your hips once again, holding your body in place over his crotch. You ground down on him again and Katsuki groaned, his head falling back against the bedcovers. “H-holy shit.”
This wasn’t foreign territory for you. Despite not having gone all the way yet, you and Katsuki were well acquainted with the idea of dry humping; heavy make-out sessions after particularly frustrating training exercises had become the norm for you, the second that mutual comfort regarding each other’s bodies was developed. You’d learned enough in those few instances to have a good idea of what made your boyfriend tick, and now, as you rutted your hips back and forth against his, you said a silent thank you to the universe for it.
Gaining confidence, you sank one of your hands back into Katsuki’s soft hair and pulled it just enough to force his head back and to the side. A shock of satisfaction rushed through you as the smooth skin of his neck was exposed for your hungry eyes and then, unable to help yourself, you leaned forward to trail kisses down the line of his jugular. At the same time, your free hand slipped between where your torso was pressed against Katsuki’s and snuck quietly under the hem of his shirt to trail absentmindedly over his muscled abdomen.
You felt Katsuki’s entire body shiver under you, a soft moan falling from his lips. His fingers dug deep into the divots of your hips and then, without warning, he took control, moving your body back and forth of his own accord against his now fully hard cock.
You sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, a shock coursing through your nerves as your clothed clit dragged against the front of Katsuki’s crotch. Your boyfriend seemed to notice this and a small smirk caught at his lips as he repeated the action, forcing your hips towards him and then down along the bulge in his pants. You keened into his shoulder, unable to ignore the way heat flared between your legs, and then, frustrated by the change in dynamic, sunk your teeth into Katsuki’s sweet spot.
“Ah fuck.” He moaned at the feeling, unable to control the way his hips instinctively rutted up.
Your own pleasure was becoming distracting now. With the sound of Katsuki’s whines in your ears and the way his constant thrusting was stimulating your clit (though not quite enough), you were finding it difficult to focus on anything other than your continued assault of his neck. Katsuki usually didn’t permit hickeys, considering the idea of people knowing he felt any emotions other than “strength” to be disgusting. However, you judged by the way shivers were rushing up and down his body in tandem with your licks against his neck, that he had no objection now. This was only confirmed further when one of his large hands left its place on your hip to palm the back of your head, physically preventing you from pulling away (not that you wanted to).
As you worked on his neck, the hand that had snuck under his shirt was exploring. Your fingertips brushed light as feathers across his abdomen, the barely-there scratch of your nails against his skin driving the boy under you absolutely insane. His muscles flexed every time you brushed over them, probably more out of instinct than anything else, and when you laid your palm flat against his chest, you could feel the pounding of his heart beneath it. 
Tilting your head upwards slightly, you gave a light nibble to Katsuki’s earlobe. He suddenly stilled, both his hands going to grip your hips hard enough to slow your movements as his entire body stiffened. You pulled away from his neck then, confused, to see that his eyes were squeezed shut so hard it almost looked painful and his jaw was clenched into a sharp line.
Propping your torso up against his chest, you gave him a concerned look, a spike of worry shooting through you that maybe you’d somehow made him uncomfortable. “Katsu? Are you-?”
“I’m fine,” he mumbled, cutting you off as his muscles began to relax once again. “Just…gimme a second.”
He shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s all good. I just… almost came in my pants.”
You blinked then grinned. “Aw, Katsu, you must really be enjoying this, huh?’
“Shut the fuck up,” he mumbled, blushing. “You’re enjoying it too, you little shit.”
You couldn’t lie; you were enjoying it. Especially now that you knew Katsuki had almost hit his climax just from you grinding on him; it sent a special kind of fizz right to your core and made your legs clench a little closer together around Katsuki’s hips.
Katsuki himself seemed to have recovered somewhat because his eyelids fluttered open and he raised a single eyebrow at you, sharp eyes gleaming.
“You still wanna do this? Not scared?”
“Course not.” You gave him a sly smile though your heart was pounding in your chest. “Are you?”
“Tch.” Katsuki scoffed and gave you a look as if to ask ‘are you dumb?’ “What the fuck do I have to be scared of?”
You shrugged and sat up once again. “Pussy?”
Katsuki coloured deeply but kept his scowl as he pushed himself up to grab your hips again. “Fuck no. Your pussy better be scared of me, dumbass.”
“Oh, I’m sure. Considering you’ve never once gone near it.”
You’d expected him to be embarrassed, a ploy to get him to show off his pretty blush even more. But to your surprise, a smirk began to curl across Katsuki’s lips and you realised his interpretation of your words was very different to your own. A shock passed down your body when his hand slipped, sliding from your hip downwards until he was gripping your thigh.
“Do you want me to?” His voice was low, barely more than a growl, and you could feel the vibration of it rumbling deep in his chest through your hands. You gave a sharp inhale in tandem with a jump in your nerves. Something throbbed between your legs.
“I…” you mumbled, flustered enough that your words tangled on your tongue and it took you a few seconds to unravel them. “I mean… i-if you want.”
Katsuki’s eyes narrowed slightly and he gave your thigh a hard squeeze. Your jaw went slack as you let out a soft gasp.
“None of that crap,” Katsuki growled low, leaning forward so his mouth was just centimetres from the shell of your ear. The feeling of his breath against your skin sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “What do you want?”
The words came before you could process them. “Touch me.”
And then his mouth was back on yours, tongue sliding immediately between your slack lips as his hand kneaded the flesh of your thigh, his palm warm and rough against your skin. You kissed back fervently, one of your hands immediately flying back to his hair while the other cupped the side of his jaw, holding him as close as you possibly could. Katsuki groaned into your mouth as your hips rolled instinctively and his grip on your hip tightened, forcing you to stop moving.
“No fucking way,” he mumbled as best he could through your flurry of kisses. “I‘m gonna touch you, and you’re gonna sit still.”
You didn’t even have it in you to object as the hand on your thigh finally moved, sliding up and up, the skin beneath his touch burning. With every centimetre closer his fingers drew to your core, you could feel your arousal growing. You were sure your panties must already be wet through.
Your suspicions were confirmed when Katsuki’s hand finally disappeared beneath your skirt and you hissed as the pads of his fingers pressed right up against your clothed cunt. Katsuki sucked in a breath at the feeling and cursed softly under his breath. “Fuck, you’re so warm.”
You could only exhale shakily in reply, nerves already jumping at the feeling of Katsuki’s long fingers brushing back and forth against the dampness of your panties. Even through the material you could feel their light pressure against your clit; the feather-light touches were agonising and the feeling, combined with the continued building excitement, was beginning to cloud your head.
Katsuki, who had definitely noticed the way your torso went just a little limp against his chest, grinned. “I haven’t even touched you properly and you already look like that? Fuck, princess.”
You scowled as best you could. “S-shut up, a-asshole. You’re fucking teasing me.”
“I can stop?” His smirk was cruel as he pulled his hand back. You let out an uncontrollable whine as the feeling of his fingers disappeared completely, and slumped forward so your forehead was pressed into his shoulder.
“Nononono, please don’t stop,” you slurred into the material of his uniform shirt. Your hips rolled uncontrollably against his crotch. “Please, Katsu.”
His expression softened just slightly at the nickname, his inability to say no to you battling with his deep desire to tease. He kept his hand back for a long moment, watching as you became more and more desperate on his lap, your whines almost turning to wails. Then his resolve crumbled and he brought your face to his with a firm hand on the back of your head, lips meeting yours roughly.
You couldn’t help it; you moaned into his mouth as his hand snuck back under your skirt, bypassing the teasing this time to rub up and down your clit. Your kisses grew sloppy as the feeling overwhelmed you, the parallel processing of kissing Katsuki and grinding your hips down on his fingers suddenly becoming too much for your brain to handle. You broke away from him with a gasp, your entire body twitching as he increased the pressure just slightly.
Katsuki was blushing hard; his cheeks glowing a bright, rosy pink as he explored your most intimate region. Even so, his eyes were burning even more, bright and focused, and he seemed to eat up your reactions like they were his last meal.
It didn’t take long for his thumb to hook into the band of your panties.
You bit down on your lip, hard, and let your head fall back to his shoulder as you felt his fingers slide up and then down, slipping inside the now-soaked material of your panties. Both of you sucked in a sharp breath as his fingertips stroked down your slit proper.
“Fuck,” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes widening at the feeling as your heat pulsing beneath his digits. “You’re so wet!”
The expression on his face was almost comical; eyes round and mouth slack-jawed with surprise, and you probably would have laughed if your head wasn’t so fuzzy from the feeling of his middle finger rolling over your clit. All you managed was a slightly disgruntled, “No shit.”
“What…” Katsuki started, then swallowed. His heart was beating incredibly hard through his chest, something you could feel through your own. “What feels good?”
You bit back a whimper as his finger ran over your clit again, too fast. “Here,” you mumbled, unwinding one of your arms from around his neck to slip your hand down to join his beneath your skirt. “I’ll show you.”
Your grip moved from his wrist to the back of his hand and then you spread your fingers out, your hand covering his. Gently you began to direct him, moving his fingers with yours.
“There,” you mumbled as you maneuvered his placement. “Rub there… like this.”
Katsuki seemed to be concentrating hard, his eyebrow furrowed and his mouth set in a small frown as he took in the way you moved his fingers. He let you control his digits for a moment, rubbing small circles on your clit using his middle finger while he spectated. Then, once he felt confident by himself, he gently took the control back.
“Like this?’ he asked quietly, mimicking your movements without your help. You could only nod as your back arched, chest pressing closer to his as the tingling of pleasure shot down your spine.
“O-oh fuck, Katsuki.”
“Shit,” Katsuki mumbled and his voice trembled almost as much as yours. “Don’t moan my name like that, princess.” Unprovoked, he moved his hand further down to slip one of his long fingers up inside your cunt. You keened, eyes squeezing shut at the intrusion.
“Holy shit, that’s tight,” your boyfriend mumbled, almost to himself as he experimentally began to pump his finger in and out of you. “I… holy fuck, princess.”
You suddenly became aware of the fact that his whole body seemed to be trembling beneath you, his muscles tense as he marvelled at the feeling of your inner walls pulsing around his digit. His finger moved without resistance, coated in a thick layer of your slippery arousal as your pussy practically gushed around it.
You could feel his cock straining against his uniform slacks, its bulge pressing into your inner thigh. He hadn’t made any kind of suggestion for you to touch him since the earlier grinding, and while you appreciated the fact that he was focusing solely on you, you didn’t want to leave him out either. It was this that prompted you to slowly slide one of your own hands down his chest, path set on the tent made in his pants by his hard cock. You moved slowly, giving Katsuki fair warning should he want to stop you. However, as your hand brushed down his chest to his abs to the buckle of his belt, the only reaction he gave was a sharp intake of breath.
Your fingers were curling around his belt, ready to undo it, when a shock of pleasure shot through your entire body and you slumped forward with a muffled moan. A second of Katsuki’s fingers had slipped inside you and he’d curled them, stroking along the spongy inside of your cunt with surprising precision for someone who had absolutely no experience. At the same time, his thumb had moved to your clit to continue rubbing slow circles there and your whole body trembled at the feeling, a sudden knot becoming apparent in the base of your stomach.
You bit down on your bottom lip and forced it back. No fucking way am I gonna cum before I get to touch his dick.
 Katsuki groaned as you undid his belt buckle and then the button and zip of his slacks. His cock was straining against his briefs beneath, a spot on the grey material already damp from pre-come. You didn’t pull the clothing away yet, mind too hazy to think as Katsuki pushed his fingers even deeper and hit your g-spot. “Ah fuck!”
“Baby,” Katsuki whimpered as you moaned, the word slurring slightly on his tongue. “Baby, you’re so…”
You didn’t give him time to finish, reaching down to palm his cock directly over his briefs before the sentence was complete. Katsuki let out a muffled grunt of surprise and then his head fell forward, coming to rest, much like your own, on your shoulder. You could feel his heavy breath against your collarbone.
The tension in your abdomen was building now, a constant pressure that reminded you of the high Katsuki was slowly drawing from you. Your moans were sweet, constant, but now they were joined by Katsuki’s groans of pleasure as you rubbed up and down his length through his underwear. He was rutting his cock regularly into your touch, his abs working as he forced his hips upwards despite your weight holding them down. “Katsu,” you found yourself mumbling over and over, although you weren’t sure if it was a result of his fingers still pumping in and out of your cunt or the way he seemed so desperate for you to keep touching him.
And then suddenly, his fingers were gone, pulled from your cunt and your panties as Katsuki groaned loudly, his chest heaving. “Fuck,” he mumbled as you let out an almost painful whimper, devastated by the loss of stimulation. “I’m sorry, baby, just… let me” he began to claw at his shirt, undoing some buttons and breaking others until the entire front was undone and open. “s’too hot.”
You helped him push the garment from his shoulders, all too eager to expose his torso for you to ogle. The dim light of the room had his already tanned skin glowing golden, while the dips of his muscles were thrown into even greater contrast. Without thinking you leaned down to kiss his defined collarbone, nipping gently at the soft skin as you tried to distract yourself from the desperate ache between your legs.
Thankfully Katsuki didn’t let you go unattended for long. After throwing his shirt somewhere into the depths of the room, he grabbed at you once again; taking a few seconds to massage your thighs before his hand snuck beneath your skirt and dove back into your panties. There was no hesitation as he slipped his fingers inside you this time. In fact, he seemed more confident, curling them upwards almost immediately to bring all the burning tensions rushing back. Your head fell back at the feeling, lips parting in a moan. Your hand stilled on Katsuki’s cock for a second, mind too clouded to fully process everything. Your boyfriend didn’t seem to mind, however, he was too busy staring up at you with hearts in his eyes as a whine of his own tumbled from his tongue.
“Fuck,” the boy mumbled before leaning forward. His mouth was so hot when it met your neck, tongue practically burning as it laved along your skin and sent you into an even higher state of pleasure “You’re… so…fucking…hot,” Katsuki mumbled between kisses, punctuating his words with a thrust of his fingers. “D’you think you’re gonna cum?”
You bit your lip. “Maybe.” Your voice was high and shaky, pleasure turning the corners of your mind fuzzy and unfocused. “K-keep going.”
And so he did, pushing you higher and higher as his middle and ring fingers thrust into you while his thumb drew figure-eights on your clit. Your hips ground rhythmically into his hand, instinctively looking for more friction as your moans grew steadily higher. You could feel it building, the heated tension that held back the waves of pleasure. Your desperation, too, was growing, spurred on by the way Katsuki groaned softly every now and then, just from looking at you. Finally, you were sitting right on the edge, legs shaking and hips jumping as you pushed further and further, searching for that final something that would send you tumbling into the haze of your orgasm.
Thank fuck Katsuki knew what that something was.
Pulling his head from your neck, he rested his chin on your shoulder so his mouth was right against the shell of your ear. For a moment, he pressed soft kisses to the skin beneath it that had your whole body tingling. Then he leaned impossibly closer and whispered, his voice just a little scratchy, “You’re doing so well, princess. Come on, cum for me. You can do it.”
Your body seemed to buffer for a moment, the shock of his unexpected praise sending every axon into overdrive. Then your head tipped backward in a silent moan as your orgasm crashed through you, the tension finally snapping and sending you into a haze of pleasure so intense your senses deserted you for a few seconds.
You had never once felt that before.
Katsuki worked you through your orgasm, thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit as he kissed up and down your jugular. When you finally drifted back to yourself, eyes fluttering open to give him a hazy look, he grinned, far too smug for his own good.
You stared at him for a moment, brain struggling to place what had happened. Then the slightest semblance of a scowl crossed your face 
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I didn’t say anything, dumbass,” he replied, still smirking. “You just fucking came, didn’t you?” He pulled his fingers from your cunt as he spoke. When he held them up to the light, showing off the way they were coated in liquid, so much so that it was dripping from his fingers down the tendons on the back of his hands, you felt yourself flush. Cheeks burning furiously, you hide your face in the crook of Katsuki’s neck, refusing to show him your embarrassment.
Katsuki laughed, not maliciously, and rubbed his clean hand up and down your back. It was comforting, despite his teasing, and you couldn’t help the way you relaxed into him, loving the way the bare skin of his shoulder was so smooth against your hot cheek.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” His voice was low as he spoke, tone serious enough that you knew he wanted you to trust what he was saying. “That’s was fucking amazing, you dumbass. Please tell me you liked it.”
You almost laughed. “Of course I liked it. I mean, fuck, Katsuki. Where on earth did you learn to do that?” Your eyes suddenly narrowed and you raised your head to give him a piercing look. “Have you been practicing on someone else?”
Katsuki wiped his fingers on your bedsheets – a move that had you making a small, outraged noise – and then flicked you in the centre of the forehead. “Who the fuck am I gonna practice on, huh? You’re the only shitty girl I can stand, you loser.”
“That’d better be true,” you threatened, glaring at him. “Otherwise, I’ll cut your dick off.”
“As if you could-ah!” his words dissolved into a low moan and your hand slid between the pair of you to squeeze his still-hard cock.
It was as if the both of you had suddenly remembered the fact that Katsuki was still painfully turned on. Even the lightest brush of your hand over his length had your boyfriend practically writhing beneath you, his eyes wide and hazy as he grabbed onto your hips in search of support.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Katsuki whined as you stroked the full length of his cock, still through his boxers. “Baby, please...”
“Please what?” you whispered to him as your pussy throbbed between your legs, sparking back into feeling as Katsuki panted beneath you. He thrust up erratically and whined when you withdrew your hand.
“Please what, Katsuki?” you repeated, your voice stronger this time. It wasn’t often you would get Katsuki like this, shaking and desperate beneath you, and you intended to take full advantage of it in the limited time you had.
Katsuki gave a choked swallow at your assertive tone and buried his face in your shoulder. You could feel his erratic breaths against your skin. “Please,” he whispered, and his voice was so desperate, so needy, it gave you a headrush so strong you had to bite back a moan of your own.
“What do you want me to do?” you whispered to him. “Tell me, Katsu, otherwise I don’t know.”
“Make me cum.” His answer was immediate, quiet but strong, and you knew that was as close you would be getting to having Katsuki on his knees begging for.
A smile curled across your lips as you pulled him into a deep kiss. “With pleasure.”
His briefs gave without much resistance, your fingers eager to slip them down and allow his length to spring free. You didn’t waste time staring at it, equal parts too nervous and too excited. Instead, you reached out immediately to stroke him, admiring the way his skin felt soft as velvet beneath your touch.
Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath at the raw contact, his eyes rolling almost immediately into the back of his head. “O-oh,” he mumbled softly, his tone weak, and for a moment you thought he was going to collapse backward onto his back. Then his grasp tightened on your hips, stopping him from falling away. You smiled slightly, grip teasing up his length.
“Good?” you asked. Katsuki jerked as the pressure of your fingers increased just a little.
“Good,” he confirmed, nose hiding in the crook of your neck. “More.”
You gave him what he wanted, your pace increasing. You could feel the veins that ran up the side of his cock, pronounced with the constant blood rush. Pre-cum leaked from his tip, running down his length and making your hand slip smoothly along him. Katsuki was rocking his hips in time to your pumps – most likely instinctively – as he pushed for his own pleasure, his moans muffled into the soft skin of your neck.
The angle was a little awkward, your wrist having to flex in a way it wasn’t accustomed to in order for you to reach all of him. But you continued anyway, already drunk off the way Katsuki was falling to pieces under your touch.
“Shit.” Katsuki’s shaky whimper snapped you from your thoughts. “I’m so close, fucking hell.”
This encouraged you further and you increased your pace, twisting your hand to try and stimulate more of his nerves at once. As your thumb slid over his head, Katsuki keened; a long, low whine slipped from his lips as you felt his whole body tense beneath you, preparing for release. Using your free hand, you tugged his head from your neck by his hair and smashed your lips to his in a searing kiss that had both of you moaning. Suddenly, it felt like all the muscles down Katsuki’s torso rippled, and then, finally, he came with a long groan, muffled by your tongue.
You pulled back to let him breathe, your heart beating so hard it felt like your whole chest was vibrating. Katsuki’s forehead fell against yours as his shoulders heaved with panting breaths. He was trembling slightly.
For a moment the pair of you sat in silence, staring at each other. Then a small smile broke across your face.
“You’re so cute.” The words slipped from your tongue before you could reel them back in. Almost immediately, any sense of fucked-out-ness disappeared from Katsuki’s expression and he gave you a filthy look – one that had you grinning harder to yourself.
“M’not fucking cute, you little shit,” he spat angrily, sitting up straight to glower at you properly. “No fucking way.”
You pouted at him playfully. “But Katsu… You’re so sweet when you moan for me.”
The look on his face was indescribable, a mixture of shock, horror, and pure unbridled rage. You couldn’t help it as you began to giggle, the deep flush of his cheeks spurring you on despite the voice at the back of your head telling you that you’d definitely regret it later.
Katsuki growled. “Say that again.”
You were stupid. You dismissed the warning in his tone. “You look soooooo cute when you’re moaning for- mff!”
Katsuki had grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand – the hand covered in his cum – right at your face. Your eyes practically fell out of your head as he stuffed your dripping fingers right into your own mouth, smothering your tongue in the taste of him.
You choked, shocked.
“If you’re gonna fuck with me, you’re dealing with eating my cum off your hand,” Katsuki practically snarled right up close to your ear. There was a feral glint in his eyes as he watched you choking on your own fingers that you didn’t recognise; it was humiliating and yet… you couldn’t deny the way your pussy throbbed at the dangerous tone of his voice.
Obediently you licked at your own fingers, collecting all remnants of Katsuki’s release from them. It didn’t taste as bad as you expected, salty but not to a degree that had you gagging. Your eyelids drooped as you focused on what you were doing, feeling the burning glare of your boyfriend as he watched your every move.
Finally, once every drop had been swallowed, you pulled your fingers from your mouth with a resounding ‘pop’. Holding them up, you showed them to Katsuki as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. The ash-blond inspected your digits for a few moments as if confirming for himself that your work was up to his standards. Then an evil smirk curled across his face and his eyes met yours again.
“So,” he murmured, leaning in as his crimson eyes pierced through your own. “Am I cute now?”
You shook your head, eyes wide. Katsuki grinned. “S’what I thought.” His hands ran up and down your sides for a second as you continued to stare at each other, the gravity of what was to come next somehow beginning to sink in.
Then Katsuki asked, quietly, tentatively, almost as if he was scared to hear the answer, “…you wanna keep going?”
You didn’t bother giving a verbal answer. Instead, you leaned in and kissed him.
Katsuki’s hands were on you within a second. Rough palms sliding up your sides to your chest, fingers pawing at the material of your school blouse, grabbing as much as they could of your breasts through the material of that and your bra. You arched your back into his touch, chin tipping back at the feeling of his hands on your body. It was addicting, the kind of high you’d never once thought you needed but now that you’d had a taste, you wouldn’t be able to forget it for a while.
Languidly, Katsuki began to pop the buttons of your blouse, eyes drinking in the sight as more and more of your skin was exposed to the open air. His mouth dropped to the swell of your breast, accentuated by the cup of your bra, before he’d even fully discarded your blouse. His lips were feather-light on your skin, barely a soft reminder of his worship of your body. However, it was enough to make you squirm; you could already taste the tang of excitement and pleasure on your tongue and it had butterflies storming your stomach. Your hand slipped into his hair.
“You’re…so…fuckin’…perfect…” Katsuki mumbled between nibbles at the skin of your breast. Your blouse slipped from your arms, forming a heap on the floor somewhere behind you, but you didn’t care. In the dimly lit room, with only Katsuki’s sharp ruby eyes on you, you felt completely comfortable. More than that; you felt valued. Your heart swelled with warmth and love as Katsuki focused on kissing as much of you as he possibly could.
His fingers snuck round your back to grab at the clasp of your bra, inexperience causing him to fumble. Without a word you unhooked the thing yourself, and let the thin straps slide down your arms until the garment had joined your blouse on the floor. Katsuki groaned aloud.
“Fuck,” he mumbled lowly, eyes wide as he stared at your chest in wonder. His hand snuck out, hovering over you for just a second before touching you properly. Katsuki went practically bug-eyed at the feeling of your bare flesh in his palms.
“They’re so… squishy,” he mumbled, teasing at the point of your nipple. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare, your eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“Well, what the fuck did you expect them to feel like? Rocks?”
“Shuddup,” Katsuki grumbled, flushing. His hands cupped both, palms enveloping each breast fully, and he seemed to marvel at them for a second before looking up at you again. “I like them.”
You leaned down, eyes half-lidded. “A teenage boy likes boobs,” you mumbled sarcastically into the air you two shared. “Shocker.” Then you kissed him before he could complain.
It was a soft moment, a kind of calm before the storm, that both of you took time to revel in. Katsuki’s hands slowed their frantic movements just a bit, and his tongue was slow and languid as it rolled with yours. He seemed to drink you in, your taste, smell, feel, as if he wanted to drown himself in you. And you reciprocated gladly, in turn enveloping yourself in all that was him.
Then Katsuki’s fingers found the zipper of your skirt. He yanked it down and rid your body of the material, leaving you sitting in just your still-soaked panties beneath his hungry gaze. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself as his fingers hooked into the waistband at your hips. “C’mon, get these off for me, yeah?”
You began to wiggle out of them before a thought struck you and you froze. “Wait,” you mumbled, voice slightly slurred. “We need to switch positions.”
Katsuki’s gave you a confused you – a look that told you he was fully prepared to fuck you right then and there. “What? Why?”
You frowned at him. “Because I’m not being on top my first time, dipshit! Now roll over!”
Katsuki frowned right back at you. “Well, why should I have to be on top my first time?” he countered. It was a valid enough argument, but you could tell his resistance was due to pettiness over you bossing him around and not an actual aversion to being one top. Still, you chose to play to his narrative.
“Because you’re big and strong with ungodly amounts of stamina, and I’m weak and powerless.”
Katsuki laughed outright at that, “You’re so full of shit,” he told you, squeezing slightly at your sides. “The fucking last thing anyone would call you is ‘weak and powerless'.”
He was right of course but your point still stood. Looping your arms around his neck, you gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please, Katsu?”
He cracked immediately, you could see it in his face. Even so, he scowled and looked away from you, eyebrows furrowed as he struggled with his pride. “You so fucking…fine! Whatever. Just don’t complain about back pain or some shit later.”
“Back pain?” you snorted. “I don’t think you could fuck me hard enough to give me back pain, Katsuki.”
You were on your back before you had time to realise just how badly you’d fucked up. Katsuki loomed over you, propped up with his elbows on either side of his head, his eyes dark and dangerous as he smirked.
“Is that a challenge?”
Your eyes widened and your breath hitched in your chest, your windpipe suddenly feeling like it was filled with ice. A shock of pleasure zipped up your body as you stared up at your boyfriend; he suddenly seemed so much bigger than you, like his entire presence was squashing yours as his body pressed you back into the mattress of your school bed. It would probably have been scary if you couldn’t see his eyes and the complete unadulterated love that shone through all the lust in his expression.
There was no warning when his lips smashed into yours. Your hands slipped around his back, trailing across his defined muscles as you kissed him back. Then you gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers hooking back into the band of your panties.
The suspense was suffocating as he slowly slid them down your legs. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, nuzzling to hide your face into the crook of his neck when he pulled away from your lips to look down at your naked body properly.
There was a moment of silence during which a million and one thoughts seemed to rush through your head; ranging from ‘holy fucking shit, I’m naked!’ to ‘What if he thinks I’m ugly?’
Then Katsuki cursed low under his breath and the word was so strangled, so broken, it sent tingles rushing across your skin.
The sound of light scuffling suddenly reached your ears and you blinked your eyes open to see that Katsuki was struggling to rip his own pants and briefs off. His gaze was still fixed on your body, running up and down your skin, looking in a way you could only describe as ‘awestruck’. It sent a flush of warmth through your chest and calmed your raging insecurities enough that when Katsuki let out a stream of garbled curse words, you only giggled.
Once Katsuki was dressed in nothing but his own skin, you pulled him back down to you. His hips slotted between your thighs and your eyes widened slightly when you felt the hardness of his length rub up against your slick folds. Katsuki too groaned at the feeling and pressed the bridge of his nose into your shoulder. He inhaled deeply.
“You still sure you wanna fuck?”
You snorted. “Isn’t it a bit late to back out now?”
Katsuki shook his head. “S’never too late,” he mumbled into the skin of your shoulder. “Tell me to fuck off and I will. Don’t wanna if you’re not comfortable.”
You smiled softly and nosed at his thick hair. One of your hands found his against the bedsheets and your fingers laced with his. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you murmured. “But for now… c’mere.”
You pulled his mouth to yours and Katsuki groaned, giving an experimental roll of his hips. His cock pressed against you and both of you let out low gasps.
“M’gonna….” Katsuki slurred and his free hand slipped down between your bodies to grip the base of his cock, lining himself up. You braced yourself as his head breached your entrance.
It felt weird at first, the stretch far too much to be comfortable. Then it began to burn and your lips opened in a small yelp of pain. Katsuki tensed, prepared to stop, but you shook your head violently and ran your fingers down his back. “Keep going,” you mumbled to him, determined to take the pain – if you were honest with yourself, you had a feeling if he stopped you wouldn't have the courage to continue.
Katsuki gritted his teeth and did as you asked, although his face contorted slightly with each whimper that fell from your lips as if he was being hurt too. Despite this, his eyes were clouded with lust and as he sank further into you he seemed to have a harder and harder time controlling his movements.
Both of you let out long exhales when he finally bottomed out, Katsuki’s of pleasure and yours of pain. He stopped moving then, his entire body stilled as you gripped at his back and bit your tongue, trying to muffle your noises of discomfort.
“I’m sorry,” Katsuki mumbled softly, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “Fuck, m’sorry.”
“S’kay,” you mumbled back, your brain hazy. The pain was still there, like fire in your abdomen, but so was a slowly growing feeling of satisfaction, as well as the intoxicating sensation of having Katsuki so close. You bit your lip.
“You…you can move.”
Katsuki visibly gulped. Then he nodded shakily. “Okay.”
When he pulled back, the pain flared again and you clenched your jaw as tears beaded in the corners of your eyes. Katsuki went slowly, though not as slowly as when he’d entered, and despite how wet you were, each ridge and vein and bump on his cock seemed to catch on your insides. However, in one of the oddest combinations you’d ever experienced, it also felt good.
When Katsuki had pulled out enough that only his head still remained inside you, he gently rolled his hips forward, breaching your inner walls once again. The reaction was immediate.
Your head fell back, a garbled mixture between a yelp and a moan escaping you. At the same time, Katsuki let out a choked, “Fuck” and attached his mouth to your neck. 
From there, his thrusts became regular as the pair of you settled into an inexperienced rhythm. The pain was subsiding, giving way to an inexplicable pleasure and with each roll of his hips, Katsuki seemed to grow more confident.
The first moan you let out was long and low, and you felt a physical shiver rush down Katsuki’s spine at the sound. “Fucking hell,” the boy himself muttered and gripped your hand tighter. “Holy fucking shit.”
“Katsuki,” you whispered into his ear. Your hand snuck up into his hair and then pulled impossible tight as you felt his fingers trailed across your abdomen to rub slow circles into your clit. Your whole body seemed to tremble.
“How the fuck are you so tight?” Katsuki gasped. “Fucking hell – I can’t – s’too fucking- fuck.” His words were jumbled, not making much sense and yet you had to agree with him. The pleasure was building; you could feel the tip of his dick nudging up against the sweet spot inside you and it was sending all of your senses into overdrive. Your back arched upwards.
“Please don’t stop,” you whispered into the darkness of your room. “Fuck, Katsu, please.”
Katsuki was practically whimpering. Sweat was beginning to form a light sheen on his skin, dampening the roots of his blond hair, and when he raised his head to kiss you, his eyes had a hazy, fucked-out look that had your entire body thrumming in pleasure. Katsuki moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him.
“H-holy fuck, baby,” he choked out when you broke apart. His hips slammed into yours at a pace you had absolutely no clue how he was keeping up. “Fuck, fuck fuck, you feel s’fucking good.”
It was all you could do to moan his name in reply, your head beginning to grow foggy as pleasure coursed through your veins like acid.
Katsuki’s eyes suddenly widened and he thumbed harder at your clit, causing your whole body to jerk. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “Fuck, I think… fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
You stroked a hand down the side of his face. “S’okay,” you whimpered to him. “Cum for me, Katsu.”
But Katsuki seemed to be forcing his orgasm back, his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths as he pushed himself to the absolute limits. “How …” he stuttered, his voice trembling. “How close – fuck – are you?”
You shook your head. “Not there you,” you mumbled, still only just able to feel the beginning of an orgasm in your lower belly.
Katsuki’s expression hardened, his mouth settling into a line and suddenly he shook his head. “Absolutely fuck no.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, about to ask what he was talking about when suddenly his thrusts stopped. Your eyes widened in confusion and then a small squeak dropped from your lips when he pulled out of you completely.
“Not fucking happening,” Katsuki mumbled, probably to himself, shooting you a disgruntled look when you keened at the loss of contact. Before you even knew what was happening, he was sitting up and pushing his body downwards, no longer draped out on top of you.
You started to prop yourself up on your elbows. “Katsuki, what the f-?” and then your eyes widened as his head snuck between your thighs and his mouth met your pussy. Your words dissolved into a surprised moan.
Katsuki seemed almost angry as he forced his tongue between your folds, using it to fill the empty space his cock had left. He held your thighs apart with his large hands, forcing you to spread out for him as he devoured you in a way you could only describe as ‘feral’.
“No fucking way,” you could hear him hiss between slurps. “No fucking fair.”
“Katsuki?” you managed to get out, trying desperately to fight through the haze of pleasure as he licked eagerly at your clit. “What-?”
“I’m not cumming until you do, dumbass,” Katsuki grunted as he pulled a moan from your lips. “Just this once… I’m not gonna be…fucking first.”
He flicked at your clit with his tongue and you choked, your back arching up away from the bed. Without thinking, one of your hands came to grip his hair.
“Y-you don’t…” you gasped between moans, not wanting him to force down his own needs for the sake of yours. “You don’t need to – ah fuck, Katsuki – I’m f-fine, I – oh fuck!”
Katsuki raised his head to look you in the eye. “No way. I’m doing this shit properly.” His gaze was dark and dangerous, so focused it sent heat rushing up your legs. “Now lie back, loser. I’m going to make you see fucking stars.”
And he did. Katsuki had always been a ridiculously fast learner and it took him no time at all to figure out exactly what had you practically crying beneath him. His tongue was highly skilled despite his inexperience and you could feel him smirking against you as he sucked at your clit, forcing you to squirm and cry out his name.
It didn’t take long for the familiar feel of an impending orgasm to come crashing down on you. Heat was building in your lower abdomen, rushing up your legs and causing your thighs to tremble around Katsuki’s head. You’d collapsed backward, your back flat to the bed, and couldn’t help but roll your hips into his face, the desperation to reach you high clouding your mind.
Katsuki too seemed to understand, not missing the way your pussy clenched harder around his tongue or the way your moans shot up an octave, your chest heaving with exertion.
“You close now?” he mumbled through a smirk, lips and chin glistening with your slick. You nodded frantically.
“Yes, shit, so fucking close Katsuki.”
“Good,” was all he said before hauling himself up your body again. “Now, I’m gonna finish this properly.”
Your mouth fell open in a slight moan as he sank his cock inside you in one thrust. You were so much wetter now, your cunt still pulsing from all he’s done with his mouth, that you barely felt the stretch this time round. Instead, an overwhelming wave of pleasure tore through your nerves as, almost immediately, he squarely hit your g-spot.
Katsuki himself moaned aloud, eyes clouding immediately. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled as he began to thrust regular again, chasing both of your highs now. “Oh god, you feel so good, Y/N.”
You dragged your fingers down his back, too far gone to fully register his mumblings. The pleasure was almost unbearable now, your lower belly too tight and only getting worse as Katsuki continued to pound into you. All your muscles were trembling.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Katsuki choked out above you, his eyes squeezed tight shut. “Holy shit, I’m gonna…fuck, fuck, fuck. “
His desperate pants pushed you on, nudging you closer and closer towards the edge. You were crying out his name over and over again, begging him to get you to your high. And then, as his hand slipped between your sweaty bodies once again to circle quick figure-eights on your clit, you felt the damn wall crack.
You hugged him close as you came, face buried in the crook of his shoulder as you felt the wave of white-hot pleasure rush from your toes to your head until you really were seeing stars.
Katsuki himself didn’t take long to follow. As your cunt pulsed and clenched around him, he bit down gently on your neck, muffling the desperate moan that escaped him. With one final thrust deep inside you, he felt the wave of his own climax crashing through his body as he hugged you just as tight, ropes of cum bursting forth inside you.
Silence fell as the both of you clung to each other, bodies trembling in the aftermath of your highs. Katsuki kept his face buried in your neck, his chest heaving as he struggled to breath with his head foggy and clouded. You held him tightly, sure he could feel the fluttering of your heart through his own chest as the tension in your body gradually subsided.
Eventually, Katsuki lifted his head to stare down at you. You stared right back, eyes wide and full of stars.
Katsuki swallowed, looking lost for words. “Holy shit,” was all he seemed able to say, cheeks still flushed and chest heaving. A soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips. 
“I…” Katsuki pursed his lips. “You… what…why the fuck did we not do that before?”
You laughed aloud at that and reached up to tug his head back down until his nose was pressed to your collarbone.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself?”
Katsuki grunted as you carded your fingers through his sweat-slicked blond hair. “No shit.” Then he shifted backward slightly and raised his hips to slip his softening cock from inside you. You groaned slightly at the loss of his warmth and pressed his face even closer to you.
All was silent for a moment as you basked in the warmth and the feeling and the scent of Katsuki. Then you turned your head to press a kiss to his temple. 
“I love you, Katsu.”
Katsuki sniffed in the way he always did when you expressed affection. However, his hands around you tightened.
Eventually, he mumbled, “Love you too, dumbass.”
Your eyelids were growing heavy as you lay quietly with him. Katsuki too seemed to be drifting off, his breaths becoming slow and even against your skin. Then he muttered something, his voice low and so muffled that you almost didn’t catch it. Almost.
“Stupid fucking Deku. He’s not gonna beat me.”
Silently, you smiled up at the ceiling. You’d have to remind yourself to thank Midoriya later.  
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kingkatsuki · 4 months ago
Serendipity | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲: 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲
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Hi! This is my contribution to my first ever Anilysium collab. The prompt was band AU’s and I was very lucky to be allowed to write for Bakugou. Please check out all the other amazing creators here.
I was already late for this collab and I don’t have the balls to ask any of my friends to go through 16k of my shit so unedited/unbeta’d, pls don’t question me-
Pairing: drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader
Warnings: 18+, sex with feelings, soft sex, unprotected sex, creampie, face-sitting, spanking, praise. As vanilla as sex can be with Bakugou~
Word Count: 16.1k.
Thank you to @/rat-zuki for making the edit in the banner for me. The emo to my goth the MCR references were for you.💕
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New tweet from Y/N [5:05PM]: A brand new EP from upcoming band No Heroes, another mainstream pop-punk album to put on when you’ve finished listening to good music and you want a change.
“Mainstream pop-punk.” Bakugou reread the tweet that had flashed up on his screen, brows furrowed in irritation as he took in each word, “mainstream?”
“Aw man, I was really hoping she’d like it. She did an amazing review on Mindjack’s new song last week. He got a review with Spotify after that.” Kirishima sulked as he read the words on the screen behind Bakugou, watching the tweet slowly begin to gain hearts and retweets.
No Heroes had been a relatively small band a month ago, still playing songs in their garage as they practically pleaded for venues to let them play. Losing count of the number of shows they did for free as they tried to make a name for themselves. It helped that they had managed to gather up a cult online following to try and reach their dreams, hundreds of loyal fans finding them online as they began streaming their music and begging the men to play in their town. The first twenty-four hours of their latest album release had gone perfectly, rave reviews appearing all over the internet about this new band dominating the scene. 
All except the one that you’d just posted.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ message her.” Bakugou snarled, fingers already moving to click onto your profile picture, a crowd shot from a live music venue.
“Kats, you can’t make a burner account to send her shit, dude. She’ll work it-“
“Burner? Who the fucks makin’ a burner I’m just gonna message her.” Bakugou’s fingers were already clicking the touchpad roughly, following the link to your private messages on Twitter.
Kirishima hovering over his best friend as he watched his digits angrily jab at the keyboard, wincing at the unforgiving plastic as it quaked under his aggressive touch.
“I don’t think you can say that, man. I mean- she is entitled to her opinion. And didn’t you see the review New Noise gave us? It was glowing.” Kirishima pressed a reassuring palm to Bakugou’s shoulder that was swiftly shrugged away.
“She’s entitled to her opinion, but it’s fuckin’ wrong.” Remaining hunched over the laptop as he finished composing his message before clicking send.
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Flopping down onto your bed after a long day you pulled your phone out of your pocket to check your notifications, preparing to clear out your inbox of any unsolicited messages. Most from fans of you, or fans of the bands you reviewed. Rolling your eyes as you noticed a slew of new private messages from multiple people, a lot seemed to have the signature No Heroes profile pictures so you knew exactly why they were messaging. Clicking onto one of the top ones as you opened the message to read its contents.
New reply from N0HER0EZ [5:10PM]: No Heroes are amazing and I think you need to give the album another review because you clearly didn’t listen to it.
Shaking your head as you moved to click the next one, already preparing for a similar message when you noticed their profile picture was the lead singer of No Heroes.
New reply from DYNAMIGHTNH [5:10PM]: No Heroes are the best band to ever exist and they don’t need your stupid reviews for validation.
Deciding to just clear out your inbox of the rest of the messages as you kept clicking through, swiping your thumb across your screen to delete each one. Your hand lingering over the glass screen at the sight of one in particular
New reply from OfficialDynamight [5:11PM]: Are you listening to the right fucking album? You can’t call us mainstream pop-punk when your favourite artist is Mindjack. I’d hate to see your Spotify playlist.
You had to do a double-take to believe who the message was from, even clicking onto his profile to see whether it was legit. And sure enough, the signature profile picture of Bakugou Katsuki flashed in front of your eyes, two small metallic studs sitting below his lower lip as he gave a cocky smirk, flipping off the camera with a tattooed hand. There was no way of denying he was attractive, the sight of him alone almost made you want to like No Heroes, but he was clearly a jerk.
Scrolling through his Twitter as you looked at the most recent posts. His pinned message is an announcement about the new EP and a single with a link to download it. The comments and likes were more than consistent for an upcoming band, really impressive actually. Of course, it was easier to gain traction when the band members are attractive. Remembering how quickly Dabi managed to reach the top of the metal scene after he released his first EP with the most recognisable voice.
Reading his most recent tweets you couldn’t help but smile at the irate tone that was so easy to convey even through text. You could practically hear the seething tone of his voice as your eyes read over the message.
New tweet from OfficialDynamight [5:12PM]: @Y/N doesn’t know what she’s fucking talking about. Our new EP is the best pop-punk album of 2021.
The comments beneath were mostly loyal fans agreeing, complimenting the drummer for the music and talking about their favourite songs. One in particular catching your eyes.
New reply from KatsukiBangMyDrums [5:13PM]: My favourite song is your part on “No Love” I’d love to hear more of you actually singing Katsuki💕
You reread the tweet in shock, that was Bakugou’s voice on that track? Truthfully the album hadn’t been all that bad, but a lot of the songs not really standing out to you. But that song— that song you could remember vividly. If you had to pick anything from the album that would be the song you chose as the best one. Moving back to the private message you began to type a reply to Bakugou.
Y/N [11:23PM]: I didn’t say your album was bad! I just think it wasn’t that different to the others out there right now.
OfficialDynamight [11:23PM]: Oh yeah? Maybe you should listen again because you clearly weren’t listening to the right album.
You were surprised to get a message back so quickly, especially since it had been hours since his last tweet.
Y/N [11:24PM]: I’m pretty sure I was, I clicked the cute little link at the top of your bands Twitter to download it and everything.
OfficialDynamight [11:24PM]: Yeah, well do me a favour and get your ears checked.
Y/N [11:25PM]: I’ll put it on my to-do list.
You cuddled back against your pillows as you found yourself staring at your screen waiting for him to type back, over-analysing your message as you regret your words. Leaving such a closed-ended response that made it difficult for him to come back with any kind of conversation but to your surprise, he actually responded.
OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: What you doing up so late anyway? Can’t sleep because you’re thinking about how dumb your review was?
He was so petty, his message actually made you smirk at your phone screen as you typed a reply.
Y/N [11:26PM]: No, I was actually at a gig. I’m just finishing up my notes for my review tomorrow.
OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: What show?
Y/N [11:27PM]: Title Fight. They were so fucking good!
OfficialDynamight [11:28PM]: You mean to tell me that you like Title Fight but you don’t like us? There’s something wrong with you.
Y/N [11:28PM]: Nah, I just like good music ;)
OfficialDynamight [11:28PM]: Fuck you.
Y/N [11:29PM]: Right back at you! <3
OfficialDynamight [11:29PM]: You wish.
You laughed at his reply, finally moving to your notes to type up the final few you wanted to add from the show in preparation for your review tomorrow. Plugging your phone in to charge as you settled down to sleep, your heartbeat racing as you replayed your conversation with Bakugou in your head.
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Sunlight slowly illuminated your bedroom as peaceful chirps sounded from outside, your eyes fluttering open as you felt your duvet trying to pull you back into slumber. Squinting your eyes as you looked at your phone screen for any new message notifications as you tried not to feel disappointed when you didn’t see any from the one person you were hoping may have sent you something. Pulling your covers tighter around you as you aimlessly scrolled through your notifications, enjoying the warmth of your bed for as long as possible before the need to function overtook you. Over exaggerating a stretch before you slipped out of bed, padding your way towards your bathroom as you got ready for your day.
There was something about the warm scent of coffee and caramel in the morning that just helped start your day, brewing a fresh ground roast as you waited for your laptop to boot up. Opening your phone to your notes app as you began to read through the points you’d made the evening before, figuring out what you wanted to put into the review as the notes brought memories flooding back.
Sitting down at your desk with your large mug of coffee as you began to type. The hardest part of your reviews was always choosing what photographs to use, the picture alone could sway the entire article. There had been images you’d managed to capture at shows before that had ended up being so popular the boost from them was overwhelming. Helping you to find new audiences each day and new musicians to interview and watch, remembering the time that Deku’s band OFA had chosen one of your crowd shots to be on their t-shirts.
Not even a minute after you posted your review a comment appeared underneath from the drummer of No Heroes, the corner of your lip curling into a smile as you clicked to open his new message.
New reply from OfficialDynamight [10:34AM]: This band fucking sucks, way too many high-hats in every song, you can’t even hear the track over the auto-tune. I thought you liked good music?
You were already about to type a reply when you saw a new incoming message appear on your screen and you shamelessly clicked onto it, completely uncaring about how eager you appeared to see a notification from him.
OfficialDynamight [10:34AM]: How the fuck do you like all these shitty bands that aren’t even that good but you don’t like us?
Y/N [10:35AM]: What are you talking about? Their new single is so good! Have you heard the riff in the interlude?
OfficialDynamight [10:35AM]: The only redeeming feature over the shitty fucking drum solo.
The more Bakugou began to message you, the more you found yourself wanting to post. Deliberately trying to find bands or musicians that you could happily talk about that would bring the angry blond rushing back into your inbox. Each time you posted about a new song or band Bakugou would be straight back into your private messages to give his own opinions. You couldn’t deny the way it made your heart race each time you saw an incoming notification for him, finding yourself turning on alerts for his messages so you wouldn’t miss them.
New tweet from Y/N [4:03PM]: If New Heroes stopped trying to replicate every other pop-punk band ever they might actually be good.
New reply from OfficialDynamight [4:06PM]: If you got your ears tested people might actually care about your opinion.
New reply from Y/N [4:06PM]: my ears are fine, that’s how I know it sucked ;)
New reply from OfficialDynamight [4:07PM]: Wrong.
It was almost a running joke between your fans, the comments flooding in around your petty public arguments as people were quick to weigh in on the messages.
New reply from Poppunkprincess [4:05PM]: Just admit they’re your guilty pleasure already.
New reply from Dynamightdrums [4:11PM]: I agree with @OfficialDynamight you need your ears tested they are the best band in the WORLD
New reply from Cellophane[5:10PM]: If we kick @OfficialDynamight from the band will you like us?
New reply from Chargebolt[5:23PM]: @cellophane great idea bro, maybe then @Y/N will come to a show ;)
New reply from OfficialDynamight [5:30PM]: @chargebolt @cellophane fuck you.
Each moment you posted something new about No Heroes Bakugou always seemed to be one of the first to comment, almost as though he had your post notifications on too.
New tweet from Y/N [8:49PM]: Deathcab for Cutie - I will follow you into the dark really is one of the greatest songs of all time.
New reply from OfficialDynamight [8:50PM]: Thank FUCK, you do have a brain cell.
New reply from Y/N [8:51PM]: Are you being nice to me for once?
New reply from OfficialDynamight [8:52PM]: No, it just means you’re not a complete idiot.
New reply from Dynamightdrums [8:53PM]: OMG @OfficialDynamight and @Y/N?
New reply from RedRiot [9:05PM]: @OfficialDynamight I wish you’d say this to me sometime 😭
It was difficult not to notice how big No Heroes were becoming in the local music scene, their follower count online steadily rising as they began slowly inching up the alternative chart. You couldn’t deny it was impressive for such a new band to be so successful in such a short period of time, and it probably helped that they were all gorgeous. You couldn’t help but visit Bakugou’s Instagram profile regularly, checking his new posts as you looked through the pictures of him on stage. The pure focus and determination on his face as he hit his sticks against his drum kit was hard not to applaud. Feeling your heartbeat increase whenever you noticed a new photograph, pinching the screen to get a closer look at the array of tattoos that littered his body.
Another message from Bakugou distracted you from your blatant objectification and it made you flush, thinking that he could see exactly what you were doing and wondering what he’d do if he knew you were looking at pictures of him right now.
OfficialDynamight [11:23PM]: So what’s your favourite song on our EP?
Y/N [11:24AM]: I don’t have one :(
OfficialDynamight [11:25PM]: I forgot you have no taste, shitty woman.
Y/N [11:25AM]: Or maybe you just need to write some better songs
OfficialDynamight [11:26PM]: I wrote almost every song on the EP, dumbass. That’s how I know they’re good.
Y/N [1127PM]: Okay, so my favourite is the one you didn’t write.
OfficialDynamight [11:27PM]: Piss off.
You laughed at his response as you closed the window, shamelessly going back to his Instagram profile to look through more photos. One particular promotional shot had become your favourite, a picture of him shirtless against a plain black backdrop. The image had been edited to black and white as it showed off the beautiful contrast of ink against his skin and the lack of a shirt gave you an even better opportunity to map out the sharp contours of his chest. Even with the greyscale picture, you could still see his sharp, piercing gaze even though his vermilion orbs were muted. It felt like he was staring directly at you through the image and it was difficult to deny that he was gorgeous.
You couldn’t work out why he was so interested in your opinions? There were hundreds of blogs out there dedicated to his band, massive music accounts and other reviewers praising their songs so why did your opinion matter so much?
“It’s because he likes you, duh.”
Mina’s words rang in your ear as you remembered what she had said to you when you’d first told her about Bakugou messaging you. Your best friend was always honest to a fault in her opinions,
“He doesn’t care about anyone else’s opinion because he wants you to like him.”
Keeping that image of him in your mind as you locked your phone and prepared for bed, leaving it charging on your bedside table as you settled back beneath your covers. The only thoughts flowing through your mind were those of Bakugou Katsuki.
Maybe you liked him too?
A shrill vibration woke you up in the morning as you raised your phone with squinting eyes to check the time, 7.49am.
Who was even up this early?
Your phone buzzing again with another message from the same person, you should have known it had to be someone annoying messaging you so early in the morning.
OfficialDynamight [7:48AM]: Oi
You almost rolled your eyes at the greeting you were met with first thing in the morning, squinting your eyes as the bright screen illuminated and hindered your vision, watching the little notification at the bottom of your screen that indicated that Bakugou was typing.
OfficialDynamight [7:49AM]: You sleep so fucking long, shitty woman.
Official Dynamight [7:49AM]: You know that?
OfficialDynamight [7:49AM]: So when you gonna write something good about us?
The message was accompanied by a screenshot of a gig poster, a graphic of No Heroes band logo in the middle as in big bold writing it showed ‘HEADLINE SHOW: SOLD OUT.’ It was hard not to feel happy for him, it seemed like the band were following their dreams and succeeding, but you were still content with pushing his buttons.
Y/N [7:52AM]: When you finally start making some good music
You smirked at your response as you let your phone flop to the side of the bed, reaching your arms above your head to stretch. Already knowing that Bakugou would be absolutely seething once he read your message, the quick succession of vibrations from your phone evident that he was irate.
OfficialDynamight [7:52AM]: Piss off.
OfficialDynamight [7:53AM]: You know how many bands have actually sold out that venue?
Anyone else texting you multiple messages like this would have been blocked and ignored immediately, but something was endearing to you when Bakugou did it. As though you could feel the way his thoughts flowed out, feeling every bit of emotion through the screen as you watched him continue to type.
OfficialDynamight [7:54AM]: You really don’t know good music, do ya?
OfficialDynamight [7:54AM]: I bet you’re one of those people that think The Black Parade is the greatest album of all time too huh?
Of course he was a My Chemical Romance fan, your fingers already gliding across your phone screen as you typed a response, unable to hide the smile on your face.
Y/N [7:55AM]: It’s a great album actually, but Three cheers will always have top spot in my heart
His next words shouldn’t have made you feel quite so delirious but you found yourself re-reading them as though he’d just proclaimed his love for you.
OfficialDynamight [7:56AM]: Oh, so you’re not a complete dumbass after all.
There was no way of denying it, you were falling for Bakugou Katsuki.
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OfficialDynamight [1:02AM]: It’s so fucking weird there’s just something about talking to you?
OfficialDynamight [1:02AM]: I dunno, I can’t fucking explain it.
Y/N [1:03AM]: Bakugou, have you been drinking?
You squinted at the time stamp on the message, seeing that it was close to two in the morning, the messages continuing to come in from Bakugou.
OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: Fuck off.
OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: I have, but I’m not drunk.
OfficialDynamight [1:04AM]: We played a set with OFA tonight.
OfficialDynamight [1:05AM]: Just do me a favour and watch some videos from our set.
OfficialDynamight [1:09AM]: Are you even listening to me, Princess? Do it.
You laughed as you typed back a reply, tempted to search for some videos now, but instead deciding to wait until morning. Actual morning.
Y/N [1:10AM]: Bakugou, it’s 1am. I’ll watch in the morning, I promise.
OfficialDynamight [1:10AM]: You fucking better.
OfficialDynamight [1:15AM]: Goodnight.
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New tweet from Y/N [11:40AM]: Okay, the clips from No Heroes show at the club last night sound really awesome.
New reply from OfficialDynamight [11:42AM]: About fucking time. Told you.
New reply from Chargebolt [11:44AM]: Thanks so much Y/N, you should come to a show sometime! ;)
New reply from OfficialDynamight [11:44AM]: @chargebolt no.
“Dude, why did you say that? Do you even realise how hot she is?” Kaminari whined from his position on the couch, throwing his head back as he read Bakugou’s blunt reply.
“Hot ain’t gonna fix how dumb she is.” Bakugou muttered, slipping his phone into his jeans pocket before picking up his drumsticks, “Are we rehearsing or what?”
“I think we should change the set so the new song is in the middle.” Kirishima grinned from his spot beside Kaminari, his fingers grasping a plectrum as he strummed at the electric guitar that wasn’t turned on. The dull pang of the strings sounded in the garage as Sero fiddled with an amp, the familiar buzz of electricity surging through it as static noise pulled through the speakers.
“Have you even seen what she looks like, dude?” Kaminari ignored Kirishima’s attempt to stop the conversation as Bakugou turned around, pointing his sticks at Kaminari as he stood by the drumkit.
“Tch, no why?” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Don’t fuckin’ matter what she looks like.”
“I’m telling you, dude. She’s hot.” Kaminari’s fingers were quickly scrolling along with his phone screen, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for something, smiling in glee when he found it as he turned his phone to face the room.
Bakugou stepped closer to look at the screen, leaning forward as he caught sight of the photograph. It was that exact moment Bakugou was sure his heart had stopped beating, the sight of your wide smile as you grinned at the camera, holding up a playful hang loose sign with your hand as you stood outside a dingy looking music venue. A tattered Green Day shirt hanging from your body as you matched it with tights and a pair of Dr Marten boots. Your eyes looking directly at the camera as though you were looking directly at him, immediately reaching forward to snatch the phone from Kaminari’s hands as he took a closer look.
You were so hot? Pinching the screen with his fingers as he zoomed in on your face, feeling his skin begin to heat up as he thought about just how pretty you were. This is who he’d been talking to for the last few weeks, how had he never seen a picture of you before? This had been the person that had been insulting his band for the last few weeks and he had absolutely no idea, unable to quell the butterflies that began to erupt in his chest at the sight of you. His heart stuttering as his thoughts began to flood towards what it would be like to kiss you--
“See man, I fucking told you she was hot. We need to get her to come to the show.” Kaminari whined, throwing his head back onto the couch, “We’d look so frigging cute as a couple.”
“What makes you think she’d ever be interested in you, dumbass?” Bakugou scoffed, moving away when Kaminari tried to snatch his phone back. Instead, locking it and throwing it down onto the couch beside him before making his way back towards his drumkit.
“Oh, I’m sorry. How stupid of me.” Kaminari replied sarcastically, “She’d obviously be more interested in your winning personality.”
“Yeah? Like the rest of the girls online then.” Bakugou replied with a smirk, hitting the snare as he settled on the stool.
“Bakubro’s actually been talking to her a lot recently, haven’t you bro?” Kirishima grinned at his friend as he accepted the connection to a guitar amp from Sero, “I think it would be awesome to have her at a show, man. She might even write a good review for us once she sees us live.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she only hates us because Bakugou is such an asshole.” Sero grinned, passing the guitar he’d been tuning to Kaminari as he picked up his microphone.
“Not my fault she’s got shit music taste.”
“Just invite her, Bro. You’re the one that’s so determined to prove that we don’t suck. What better way than to show her?”
“Fuck off, I’m not inviting her. Now, are we gonna play or what?”
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New tweet from Y/N [7:23PM]: Can’t wait for the Gravity Aura show tomorrow with support from No Heroes.
You laughed at the comments that began to flood in from No Heroes fans, telling you how prepared they were to finally convert you and how excited they were for your photographs from the show. Others asked whether they’d be able to meet you during the show and if you’d actually be staying for the entire set.
A message from Bakugou appearing in your inbox from Bakugou as you found yourself smiling before you’d even opened it.
OfficialDynamight [7:24PM]: I fucking knew you wanted to see us live.
Y/N [7:24PM]: I’m just there to interview Gravity Aura actually, but I might try and catch your set.
OfficialDynamight [7:25PM]: So you can finally apologise for being completely fucking wrong?
Y/N [7:26PM]: I guess that depends on the show you put on, doesn’t it?
OfficialDynamight [7:26PM]: You know we’re fucking good don’t even question it. You better watch us.
Rereading his words as you felt the butterflies begin to rise in your chest, he wanted you there.
You smiled at the tall security man at the main doors to the venue as you gave your name on the Press list, waiting patiently as he ticked your name off and moved to the side to let you into the venue. Collecting your press pass from the box office before walking through the venue. The familiar smell of beer and musky sweat filling your senses as you made your way through the dingy dive bar you’d been to many times before, the acoustics always seemed to be perfect for every show despite the shoddy interior. Pushing past the double doors as you made your way backstage.
“You stalkin’ me now?” You heard a familiar voice as you turned to face Bakugou. Your heart hammering against your ribcage as you looked him up and down, the first time you’d seen him face to face and he looked perfect, “Knew you were a fan-”
“Shut up! I’m here to interview Gravity Aura actually,” You almost choked on your words at the sight of him. His tall frame towering over you as he stepped closer, the loose black Metallica vest he was wearing completely distressed as it hung from his frame. Giving you the perfect opportunity to view the artwork that painted his skin, a full sleeve morphing into a pretty pattern against his left pectoral that almost looked like an explosion. A pair of plain black skinny jeans clinging to his muscular thighs, accenting every single ridge of muscle through the denim.
“My eyes are up here, shitty woman.” Bakugou smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as you watched his muscles flex, “You really tryin’ to say you ain’t gonna watch our set?”
“I might,” You tried to be coy, but honestly if he was going to look like that the entire show you would most definitely be watching.
“Then you can stop lying to yourself about us being shit.” Bakugou scoffed as you broke off into a laugh. His eyes zoning in on the cute way your nose scrunched at his words as you stood together in the cramped hallway.
“Yeah, or it’ll finally prove my point, Dynamight.” You turned to leave, already feeling flustered after being in such close proximity to him.
“You’re gonna need a drink to watch their fuckin’ set, they suck.” Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes at the suggestion.
“I dunno, I think they’re quite good. It’s great to have more female-fronted pop-punk bands, you know?” You smiled at the shocked expression on his face before his brows furrowed into a glare.
“You like them but you don’t like my band? Are you stupid?” He scoffed.
“It must be the way they play the drums, huh?” Unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face at the sight of him gawking at you in disbelief as you stepped into Gravity Aura’s dressing room, already looking forward to seeing his set.
The entire performance you couldn’t take your eyes off Bakugou. The focus and determination he possessed while behind the drums were truly captivating, so much so you had to weave your way out of the chaotic mosh pit to watch from the sidelines. Too enticed by the way his brows furrowed in concentration as he knocked the sticks against the kit, sweat causing his messy spikes to stick to his brow as the droplets flicked into all directions from his fast beat. Feeling a certain heat rise inside you at the way his vest moved with his movements, his darkened areola peeking out from under the fabric as you noted the shiny barbell that slot comfortably through his nipple.
The rest of the concert was almost a blur as you spent the entire performance imagining sitting on his lap while he tapped a beat on the drums, the way his thick thigh would bounce you on his lap as he tapped out a beat on the bass pedal. His sweaty body sticking to your own as he would whisper absolute filth in your ear in the same husky voice that sounded over the microphone when it was his turn to sing.
Your heartbeat increased when you noticed the familiar opening beat to your favourite song off their EP, the one all the fans had been going crazy for online as Bakugou began to sing. The subtle rasp had your lips parting in a silent moan, watching the way he never missed a beat on the drums as he sang the lyrics perfectly. Sero jumped in at the chorus as the crowd went wild.
This felt completely different to the recorded EP you’d listened to by them, there was something so raw and honest with their performance. You found yourself even screaming along to some of the lyrics as you let yourself enjoy the set. Disappointed when Sero announced it was the last song before Gravity Aura would take the stage, wanting to see more of them. More of him.
The band walked off side of the stage as you lingered in the crowd, watching the stagehandsset up for the next band, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you went to check your socials. The screen already glowing with a new notification.
OfficialDynamight [8:02PM]: Told you we were fucking good.
Y/N [8:03PM]: I didn’t even say anything yet.
OfficialDynamight [8:03PM]: You don’t even have to, I saw you giving me heart eyes in the crowd. You getting your panties in a twist at the sight of me, yeah? 
He was so fucking cocky, but you couldn’t even deny watching him had made you flustered. Your thoughts immediately floating back to the intense gaze in his eyes as he focused on the beat of the drums.
OfficialDynamight [8:04PM]: If you even try and deny you enjoyed that, you’re a dirty fucking liar.
Y/N [8:04PM]: I’ll give it to you, that was a good set.
OfficialDynamight [8:04PM]: I fucking knew you loved us.
Y/N [8:04PM]: I didn’t say that.
OfficialDynamight [8:05PM]: You can stop lying to yourself now, Princess.
The nickname almost caused you to drop your cell phone, tightening your grip around the case as you reread it. Princess. You tried to imagine him saying it in the same raspy tone you’d heard before, the notion making you feel flushed as you stood in a sea full of people. Trying to distract yourself in your reply.
Y/N [8:07PM]: I mean, you’re definitely better live. I like the scrunchy face you make when you’re singing though, it’s cute. :)
Y/N [8:08PM]: You’d think it was cute, wouldn’t you?
OfficialDynamight [8:09PM]: You fucking wish.
Y/N [8:10PM]: Don’t lie.
You tried to use his own words against him as you saw him typing back a reply swiftly, gnawing your bottom lip as you eagerly awaited his response.
OfficialDynamight [8:11PM]: Maybe it’d be cute, you’d still fucking suck though.
Did he just call you cute? Maybe cute? Either way it made your heart flutter as you noticed the lights in the room go down to signal the next band taking the stage. You tried to ignore how upset you were after Gravity Aura’s set, hoping you’d manage to see Bakugou one last time before you had to get home. Nervous about missing the last subway train as you stood near the entrance. You knew that they had a lot of interviews to go through, and they held a meet and greet for their fans which seemingly meant that you wouldn’t be able to say goodbye. Deciding instead to text Bakugou that you were leaving to meet the last train, and hoping that you’d see him soon. Even with the disappointment, it was difficult to hide the smile on your face when he’d text you back.
OfficialDynamight [10:29PM]: You better fucking text me when you get home, I can’t get out of this stupid shit.
Y/N [10:30PM]: Aw, you really do care about me!
OfficialDynamight [10:31PM]: Don’t kid yourself, dumbass. I just don’t want something happening to you before you admit you love me.
OfficialDynamight [10:31PM]: *Love my band.
OfficialDynamight [10:32PM]: Don’t go getting any ideas.
Y/N [10:33PM]: It’s okay, I know you like me really.
OfficialDynamight [10:34PM]: Yeah? Maybe I fucking do.
The words caused your heart to soar, even if he’d corrected himself as you couldn’t wipe away the wide smile on your face as you made your way home. Dutifully doing so as you got through your front door, falling back onto your bed as you replied to his text before anything else.
Y/N[11:23PM]: Reporting myself home safe, daddy.
You instantly regret your words once you’d pressed send, feeling your cheeks heat up as you waited for him to reply. Hoping that it wouldn’t make him ghost you completely.
OfficialDynamight [11:24PM]: Good girl.
The words made your entire body shudder, a pleasurable twinge surging straight to your clit as you clenched your thighs together. Trying to imagine those exact same words in his voice, thinking about how they would sound with his body on top of yours as he slipped himself inside you.
You were giddy the entire time you were getting ready for bed, a ridiculous smile that you couldn’t seem to shake as you changed into your pyjamas, climbing beneath the covers as you snuggled beneath them.
You were falling in love with Bakugou Katsuki.
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Bakugou couldn’t deny he found himself falling for you, the more time he spent without you the more he found himself missing your presence. Wanting to send you random text messages throughout the day just to find out what you were doing or if you were thinking about him too. Often checking his phone and rereading your last few messages from each other with his lips curled into a soft smile, slowly working up the courage to ask to see you again.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way about someone, if he ever had. Trying to look back at all the one night stands and casual hookups to see if he’d ever actually caught feelings for anyone but he hadn’t. There was just something about you that seemed to break the mould, no matter how much he tried to deny it, how much he tried to convince himself you were annoying, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was falling for you.
Maybe he should invite you to the No Heroes headline show like Kirishima had suggested, if you’d even come?
Pausing his beat on his drumkit as he placed the sticks on the top of the snare, reaching into his pocket to pull his cell phone out as he prepared to text you to ask. His phone illuminated with a new Twitter notification from you, unlocking his phone swiftly as he moved to read the caption.
New tweet from Y/N [10:44AM]: Amazing Mindjack show last night, thank you so much for inviting me Shinsou.
Bakugou felt his stomach turn to knots at the sight of you standing beside Mindjack. A wide smile on your face as his eyes instantly went towards his hand poised snugly around your waist. The tips of his fingers digging into your side as they hovered dangerously close to the round curve of your ass. Your body obviously being pulled against his chest as you wrapped both your arms around his thin waist, one of your hands grasping your wrist to circle him.
Immediately looking at the comments that flooded in beneath the image, fans saying how cute you looked together and how happy they were for you. Others expressed their anger that you were dating their favourite musician, complaining that they would no longer have a chance to profess their love.
Swallowing thickly to try and ignore the hurt that welled inside him, the emotion quickly masked with anger as he moved to message you. Unable to stop himself from typing out the harsh words that flowed onto the screen.
OfficialDynamight [10:47PM]: No wonder you hate my fucking band, it’s because you’re not interested in the music at all are you? Just another fucking groupie.
Rage boiled inside him as he angrily jabbed the screen with his thumb to press send, exiting out of the message to unfollow your profile. Uncaring about his cellphone screen as he chucked his phone across the room, hearing it clatter against the hardwood floor but he didn’t care. His entire body seething as he tried to calm his breathing, chest heaving while rage boiled inside him. Rubbing his hands on his jeans to try and dry the sweat off his palms as he ground his teeth together in irritation. Why did he let himself fall for you? He should’ve known you’d do this to him.
Leaning forward on his drum stool he picked his sticks back up, settling his foot against the bass pedal as he began to tap out an aggressive beat. Loud bangs vibrating through the empty garage as he followed the rhythm of his rage, angry clashes of the symbols as he took his anger out on the kit in front of him. Feeling the tension in his muscles slowly starting to release with each harsh hit on the snare.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Kirishima yelled over the frantic bang of drums in the garage, his hands coming up to cover his ears. Sweat pooling from Bakugou’s body as he landed harsh hits to the drums, his barefoot bouncing against the bass pedal, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothin’,” Bakugou continued his beat, his thigh bouncing in quick succession as he tried to ignore Kirishima standing to the side of him.
“Don’t lie to me, man. Something’s obviously up.” Kirishima crossed his arms across his chest as he yelled at his best friend over the sound of the drums, unsure whether Bakugou had even heard him until the harsh noise came to a quiet tap.
“Something must have happened?” Kirishima’s hand reached out to grab the clattering symbol that Bakugou had just hit angrily, ceasing the loud clang as he gave it a look, “I’m not gonna leave until you tell me, Bro. So you-”
“She’s fuckin’ dating Mindjack.” Bakugou mumbled, cutting off Kirishima as he pushed his blond hair away from his sweaty forehead, the strands sticking together as they pointed up in random directions as Bakugou panted from exertion, “All this time.”
“And she didn’t say anything?”
“Course she fuckin’ didn’t. Why would she?”
“It seems a little odd that she’d talk to you for all this time when she’s got a boyfriend though?” Kirishima tried to reason, “Did you ask her about it?”
“Doesn’t matter anyway,” Bakugou growled, his foot bouncing against the bass pedal angrily, “It’s fuckin’ done.”
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How had Bakugou Katsuki managed to do this to you?
You felt tears begin to well in your eyes, clumping against your lashes as they began to spill down your cheeks. Blurring your vision as you re-read his words.
OfficialDynamight: no wonder you hate my fucking band, it’s because you’re not interested in the music at all are you? Just another fucking groupie.
Noticing that you couldn’t reply to him, a sign that he’d blocked you from his social media accounts. Somehow this hurt more as you were unable to confront him, even if you’d wanted to. You should’ve never allowed yourself to fall for him, it was your fault for allowing him in. Letting him penetrate the locked cage of your heart and soul as he broke you from the inside out. A different kind of pain to those daily aches and pains, this one hit so much deeper. He’d broken down every wall you claimed you’d put up for your safety, vowing to never allow someone to hurt you again. Protecting your heart for yourself before all others, not wanting anyone to navigate you back to your darkest place.
You couldn’t do this again, you didn’t want to resign yourself to the heartbreak as you moved to his social media profiles, finding his handle as you blocked him back to shut him out. Doing what you had to do to protect yourself from any more pain and disappointment.
Dumping your phone onto your bedside table you pulled your duvet around your body, snuggling into the comforting fabric as your tears continued to fall. A gentle playlist flowing from your speakers as you tried to ignore the pang in your chest at the realisation that Bakugou didn’t want you back.
You’d be okay, you always were. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.
A few hours later you woke up to your phone buzzing against your bedside table, rubbing the dried tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie as you picked it up, trying to ignore how dry and irritated your retina were as you unlocked the screen. Checking the new notifications on Twitter from Red Riot, Bakugou’s bandmate. Already expecting him to be coming up with a bullshit excuse for him that you didn’t want to hear as you contemplated deleting the message and blocking him too, you’d block every single member of the band if you had to. There was no way you’d ever be posting about them online again. The ache still hammering in your chest at Bakugou’s rejection the day before as you swiped at the screen.
RedRiot [4:24PM]: Hey
RedRiot [4:25PM]: Look, I know it would be easier to delete this but would you please hear me out? Bakugou is really upset.
The insinuation that he was more upset than you hurt as you backed out of the message to screenshot the last words Bakugou had sent to you, forwarding it across to Kirishima with a blunt message.
Y/N [4:31PM]: He’s the one that's hurting? When he’s the one that sent me this-
RedRiot [4:32PM]: I didn’t know he’d said that to you…
Y/N [4:34PM]: Yeah? Well, he did. Doesn’t matter now anyway.
RedRiot [4:35PM]: He was just really upset to see you with Mindjack, I think he really liked you and he didn’t realise you were dating.
Y/N [4:35PM]: Dating? I’m not dating Mindjack?
RedRiot [4:35PM]: Wait, you’re not?
Y/N [4:37PM]: No? I literally just reviewed his show. It was supposed to be out today but I didn’t get to finish it after Bakugou decided to be an fucking asshole.
RedRiot [4:38PM]: OMG that’s great news
Was he serious right now? Great news? Did he not hear anything that you’d just told him, already finding yourself irritated as you went to give him a snappy retort before he messaged again.
RedRiot [4:40PM]: Look, he was so upset when he thought you were dating Mindjack earlier. He’d never admit it, but he really likes you. I’ve never seen him this way around a girl before, and I can always tell when he’s talking to you because he’s always smiling.
Y/N [4:41PM]: If he really liked me he should’ve been straight up and not jumped to conclusions over a stupid picture.
RedRiot [4:42PM]: You’ve probably noticed by now, but Bakugou isn’t the best at sharing his feelings. I promise he’s a really great guy.
RedRiot [4:45PM]: Will you at least think about coming to the show? I know he fucked up, but whether he’d admit it or not. I know Bakugou would really want to see you.
You locked your phone after the conversation, pulling your legs up to your chest in a soft huddle. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, you missed him.
And if there was a chance he missed you too then maybe you should take it.
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You felt bile rise in your stomach as you entered the music venue, the AAA sticker stuck to your thigh as you weaved through the crowd. Trying to decide whether to just lurk at the back of the room and watch or just go home. It felt suffocating, your heart aching at the thought of even seeing Bakugou as you tried to decide what to do.
RedRiot [7:20PM]: You here yet?
Rereading the message as you tried to decide whether to answer or not, he’d already seen that you’d read it by now but you could still come up with an excuse.
Y/N [7:24PM]: I just got here…
RedRiot [7:26PM]: I’m so glad you decided to come, you got the pass right? Come backstage, I’ll be here if you’re nervous.
RedRiot [7:27PM]: Unless you want me to come and get you?
Y/N [7:27PM]: It’s fine, I’m coming.
You lingered at the door to their dingy dressing room as your knuckles hovered over the shoddy wood, trying to work up the courage to actually knock on the door to enter. Your heart pounding in your ribcage as you took a deep breath, allowing your knuckles to rap them against the door. Unsure whether they would be able to hear you over the loud rambunctious laughter inside so you took a deep breath as you let yourself inside.
The loud bustling came to a quiet stop as four sets of eyes glanced towards your frame in the doorway, nervously standing under their gaze as you shuffled your feet at the door.
It wasn’t too late to run, you thought, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth as you sincerely considered it.
“Hey! Thanks for coming.” Kirishima hopped up from his chair and bound across the room to greet you in the doorway, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. Almost trying to anchor you in place to make sure you wouldn’t leave.
“What is she doing here?” Bakugou grumbled when he saw you standing in the doorway nervously, his vermilion orbs meeting your own as you felt the same feelings begin to resurface.
“I- I can go,” You mumbled, toying with your fingers nervously as you made to step back from the room, already feeling overwhelmed by the situation and being here.
“But you just got here, please stay-” Kirishima placed a large, comforting palm on your lower back as he helped you step inside the room.
Bakugou’s bandmates all came up to introduce themselves as Bakugou lingered near the back of the room, leaning against the vanity table as Kirishima ushered them out. Leaving you alone to talk with Bakugou, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Well, are you gonna say anything or-” Bakugou was quick to cut you off.
“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mumbled, looking down at his worn vans as he tried to get the words out, “I shouldn’t have lashed out like that-”
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” You glared at him angrily as he lifted his gaze to meet yours. Obviously not expecting the raised tone to your voice, “I really fucking liked you, Bakugou.”
Hearing his last name leaving your lips made him ache, a hurt expression flashing through his eyes as he listened to you speak.
“I actually thought you liked me too.” You whispered.
“I do.” Bakugou rasped, “That’s why when I saw the picture of you with that bastard, and all the comments underneath I got pissed and lashed out.”
“You know those messages are what I have to deal with on a near daily basis, right?” You recalled the amount of times you’d had random strangers on the internet call you a groupie, a whore, a slut that was only interested in sleeping with guys from bands, “You can’t believe everything you see on the internet, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” He rasped, a guilty look on his face.
“Otherwise you’d have to admit OFA are a better band than No Heroes.” You teased, watching the way he sneered at you.
“I know you don’t fuckin’ think that.” Bakugou glared.
“Oh yeah? You wanna bet?” He took a step into your personal space, his scent overwhelming your senses as you drank him in. His sheer mass hulking over you as his deep red eyes gazed down at you with mischief.
“You’re so fuckin’ annoying.” He growled down at you.
“So are you.” You quipped.
His calloused palm reached up to cup your neck, his thumb brushing against your jawline as you felt yourself lean into his touch. Your eyes fluttering from the soothing drag of his skin against yours as he leaned forward, warm breath fanning your face as his lips met yours in a slow, sensual kiss. The moment you collided it was as though nothing else mattered, pouring his feelings and emotions into the kiss as his tongue stroked against your lips, begging for entry which you gladly allowed. Your bodies melding together as your hands reached out for something, anything to keep you grounded as your head began to spin. Grabbing fistfuls of the band shirt he was wearing as you held him tight, feeling his tongue swipe against your own as you let out a soft moan which was engulfed by his mouth. Bakugou’s hand tightening its grip on your neck as his other began to trace patterns against your back, elaborate circles that had you arching into his touch, gasping for breath when you felt him squeeze the round cheek of your ass.
“You have no fuckin’ idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” Bakugou’s chest heaved as he sucked in a breath, his lips ghosting against your own as he held you tight. Unable to resist bringing you back into another deep kiss, this time your hands becoming bolder in their movements. Tracing the muscular contours of his chest through his shirt, dipping your hands towards the hem of his low-slung shorts as your fingertips slipped underneath the hem of his clothes, brushing against his bare skin as you teased the fuzzy trail of hair that sat below his belly button.
“Fuck,” He growled against your lips, “Best be careful, Princess.”
“Or what?” You smiled as you splay your palm against his chest,
Bakugou used his grip on your body to push you forward, making you walk backwards as you felt the back of your thighs hit something, gasping in surprise as you fell backwards. Landing on the worn leather sofa that sat in the room. Bakugou followed after as he settled between your parted thighs, not once breaking the kiss as his tongue lapped at the roof of your mouth. Your hands moving up to weave through the messy hairs at the base of his neck, fingernails dragging through the buzzed hair of his undercut as you felt him shudder against you.
You couldn’t quite believe this was happening, this was something you’d thought about when you lay in bed at night. Imagining how it would feel to have his body pressed against yours, completely surrounded by his intoxicating scent. Having him here now felt like a fever dream, fearing that you could wake up at any moment and be back at home alone in your bed once more. The thought causing you to cling tighter to him, a low growl leaving Bakugou’s lips when you tugged at his hair, your thigh latching onto his hip as his hand manoeuvred to your ass, grinding the tent in his shorts against your clothed sex.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He rasped as he pulled away from your lips, giving you a moment to breathe before he made you throb again as he began to press hot, searing kisses along your jawline.
“I’m not,” You mumbled in your love-drunk stupor, squeezing your thighs against Bakugou’s hips as he pulled away from your neck. A serious look in his eyes as his brows furrowed, vermilion orbs gazing down at you.
“Yes, you fuckin’ are.” He pecked your lips as you felt your heart do somersaults, “And I’ll keep sayin’ it til you believe it.”
Using his grip on your ass to roll his hips against yours, grinning at the breathless gasp you made at the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your core. Your hands grabbing for him as you tried to pull him back towards you, the distance was already too far. Bakugou’s lips curling into a grin as he latched onto your pulse point, his teeth biting down on the supple skin as he sucked the junction of your throat. Your head laying back on the worn cushions as your back arched into his touch, his touch scorching against you as you scrambled to hold onto him. Trying to ground yourself as you let out a deep moan, Bakugou’s tongue lashing against you as he soothed the skin, pulling back to assess his work before you were already desperately trying to pull him back into a sloppy kiss. His wet lips connecting with yours as he smirked, his nose bumping against yours playfully as he continued peppering you with soft kisses.
“Hey, I’m guessing you guys made up then?” Kirishima called from the door, Bakugou pulling away from you with a snarl as he glared towards his friend in the doorway.
Feeling yourself heat up in embarrassment of being caught in such a compromising position as Bakugou yelled out obscenities, trying to get Kirishima to leave the room as he kept you pinned to the sofa.
“I wish I could, dude. But we’re due on stage like now-” Kirishima moved his gaze to you, “I’m gonna have to steal him away, sorry.” You gave him a shy smile as you felt Bakugou’s grip tighten on you, obviously contemplating not going on stage at all.  
“Come on, Bakubro.” Sero poked his head in and made a wolf whistle when he saw the position the pair of you were in, “It’s headline night, baby-”
“Why does everyone always want Bakugou?” Kaminari groaned when he saw you both on the sofa in the dressing room.
“It’s the bad boy image, Denks. You don’t have it-” Sero laughed, patting his best friend on the back.
“Come on, man.” Kirishima tried to push his other band members out of the doorway, “You gonna watch us side stage?” He directed to you as you gave him a shy nod.
“Give me a fuckin’ second, assholes.” Bakugou
“You okay?” He asked gently, his red irises looking into yours for any sign that you may not be. Giving him a small smile as you nodded in affirmation, making him press a final peck to your lips before getting up from the sofa.
“Fuck,” He grumbled under his breath as he readjusted his shorts, making you laugh as he tried to hide the raging hard-on beneath the fabric.
“Whatcha laughin’ at, hah?” He sent you a playful glare, reaching a hand out to you to help you off the couch as he pulled you up with ease.
“Come on, ‘m gonna show you the best fuckin’ show you’ve ever seen.” He smirked cockily, leading you out of the dressing room and towards the stage.
“Yeah? We’ll see- ow!” You cried playfully when Bakugou landed a harsh smack to your ass.
The moment you made it to the side of the stage you could hear the crowd roaring, the synchronized chants of No Heroes sounding out and filling the venue as the band slowly began to walk out on stage. Bakugou leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before he stepped out last, walking straight to his drumkit as he pulled the sticks from his back pocket. Taking a seat on the stool as he slapped them together to signal the start of the first song. The loud bass roaring to action as the sound filled the speakers, the music vibrating through you as you watched them lose their inhibitions on stage. Sero’s voice singing out over the loud instruments as the first song began.
Much like the first time you’d seen them perform, you found you were unable to take your eyes off Bakugou. There was just something so enticing about watching him play, the controlled focus on his features as he tapped the beat out on the drums effortlessly. Rubbing your thighs together as you were reminded of your unsatiated need, trying to give yourself some light relief as you watched the way his muscles contracted with each movement.
This was the Bakugou you wanted to see, the true raw emotion that he exuded when he was on stage. Your eyes were captivated by his every move, watching the sweat begin to collect against his brow as he pushed his hair from his eyes, shaking the sweat off as he took hard, deep breaths between songs. Each gap he’d glance over at you, giving you a small smile while Sero worked the audience. The familiar guitar introduction of your favourite No Heroes song sounding out as Bakugou smirked, leaning forward on the stool slightly as he began to tap out a beat, his thigh bouncing as he kicked the bass pedal, breaking out into the melodic chorus as his voice flowed through the microphone. Pouring out every bit of emotion he felt inside him into the song, the words flowing through the air and straight into your soul.
Sorrow flowing through your veins as you heard Sero announce that this was the final song, glancing out at the crowd as they cheered for No Heroes. You didn’t want the performance to end, moving your focus back onto Bakugou as he prepared to start the song. The whole band turning to face him as they were counted in. The guitars blending together perfectly with Bakugou’s beat as you watched him pour all his energy into the set.
Sweat dripping off his body and pooling on the ground around him as he picked up his towel, trying to wipe himself off as he raised a final fist to the crowd, holding his drumsticks above his head before he chucked both into the audience. Creating a mini-scuffle in the crowd as fans fought for a memento of their show. Bakugou quickly turning to make his way back to the side of the stage where you were still waiting for him.
“Well?” He wiped some of the sweat from his brow with a black towel around his neck as he moved to pull you into a hug, which you tried to escape. His skin glistened with moisture as you squealed, his arms circling you as you were pressed against his damp chest. Feeling the wetness pressing against your shirt as you tried to wriggle out of his tight grip.
“Get off, you’re so sweaty.” You cried, moving your head back as he kept your body pressed snugly against his, his musky scent provocative as you found yourself eager to be engulfed in it. Calming your thrashing as you allowed it to gather around you as you inhaled deeply,
“You love it, don’t lie,” Bakugou smirked, flicking his head to try and move some of his messy spikes from his vision, droplets of sweat flicking against your face.
“Ew,” You laughed as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck, almost as though he was marking you with his scent.
“You gonna tell me what you thought?” His eyes looked hopeful as he waited for your reaction, the rest of his band bustling in the background as the crowd continued to cheer, even though the lights in the venue had powered back on.
“You were incredible.” You replied in earnest, “Seriously.”
You wished you could’ve captured the elation in his eyes at the words, a big smile you’d never seen before appearing on his face as he tightened his grip around you, ignoring your cries of protest about how sweaty he was as he pulled you into a kiss.
“It’s getting really late, I should probably get home.”
“Hold on, I’ll walk you home.”
A subtle moonlight illuminated the pavement as you walked home, Bakugou’s thick arms nudging into your side as he tried to decide whether to grab your hand. Maybe put his arm around you instead? He wasn’t sure what to do so instead remained silent beside you, but there was something different about Bakugou that made silence serene.
Maybe it was the knowledge that you didn’t have to talk to feel comfortable with him, no sound to try and overcompensate for awkward tension. Everything felt so natural, so normal. You wanted to feel this way all the time, to be with him all the time. There was just something about Bakugou Katsuki that you couldn’t seem to shake, gravitating towards his orbit whenever he spoke. Something so raw and true about him that you’d never quite found in another person before, it was difficult to find that kind of unabashed honesty anymore.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Bakugou’s husky voice spoke out, deliberately nudging your shoulder as you walked along the quiet streets.
“Mmm, nothing really.” You tried to act coy, there was no way you were going to tell him what you were really thinking about. The pent up urges from the venue still whirring inside you as you thought back to how his muscular body had felt on top of you.
“Oi, what did I tell you about lying?” Bakugou grunted, his nose scrunching in the same way you’d observed he did whenever he was annoyed, “Stop being a brat and answer the fuckin’ question.”
“Oh? You wanna know that I’m thinking about you?” Bakugou’s cheeks tinged pink at your answer, obviously not expecting you to be so blunt. “How about you, Bakugou? What are you thinking about?”
You hoped that he was going to say you, longing to hear the confession of his desire for you leaving his lips. You needed to hear that he wanted you too, just as much as you wanted him. That you occupied his thoughts in the same way he was now taking over yours, flooding your mind with all thoughts of Bakugou Katsuki and filling your conscience to the brim until there was no space left for anything else.
“Tch, you dumbass.” He muttered, eyes facing forward as you continued walking together.
“What was that? I’m not sure I quite heard you, Bakugou.” You teased, already knowing loud and clear what he’d just confessed.
“You fuckin’ heard me,” He almost shouted, the sound making a wide smile appear on your face, “And call me Katsuki.”
“Katsuki.” You hummed the name, the melody sounding so perfect coming from your lips as Bakugou longed to hear you say it over and over again.
Pulling your key out of your pocket as you moved to open your front door, Bakugou lingering behind as he waited for you to get inside safely.
“Goodnight.” He whispered, shuffling his feet as he was obviously trying to decide whether he should kiss you or not. An internal argument in his mind overstepping closer and scooping you into his arms or just turning and walking away.
“Are you not coming in?” You lingered in the doorway as you watched Bakugou turn to leave, his lip curling into a small smile as he stepped back towards you as you kept the door open for him to step inside your apartment.
Closing it gently as he slipped his vans off and left them beside yours at the door, following you through to the living room as he looked around your quaint home.
“‘m glad you came tonight.” He murmured, leaning into your touch as you leaned up on tip-toes to wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him down into a gentle kiss.
“I’m glad I came too,” You smiled, “I wasn’t going to-”
“I know.”
“Kiri convinced me though. Told me you weren’t as big an asshole as you seem-” You grinned at the dopey smile that appeared on his face, “I’m still not sure if he’s right though.”
“Yeah, yeah. And you’re fuckin’ annoying too, you know.” He groaned, but there was no true malice in his words.
“But you love it.” You teased.
“Yeah, I do-”
You took his large palm in your own as you lead him towards your bedroom, giving him a lingering peck on the lips as you moved to put some music on. Slipping on one of your soft, romantic pop-punk playlists as he sat down on the edge of your bed. Giving him a gentle smile as you walked towards him as the slow, soothing music played through your speaker. Standing between his parted thighs as Bakugou’s arms coiled around you, caging you in against him as you drape your arms over his shoulders.
Bakugou’s large palms moved to grasp your ass, kneading the cheeks as you lowered your lips to his, craning his neck to meet you in a sultry kiss. Your soft moans captured in his mouth as he continued to massage your rear, using his grip on you to pull you closer as your fingers danced along his face, feeling the rough stubble against his jawline as you cupped his cheeks, boldly pushing your tongue between his parted lips as you deepened the kiss.
This was nothing like any other relationship you’d had before, it felt completely new and fresh. A different kind of intimacy that you had longed to feel but had never been able to experience until now. Each touch Bakugou left on your body kept tiny volts of electricity flowing through you, your heart racing in your chest as he began to move his hands higher, slipping underneath the distressed shirt you wore to the show as he splayed his palms against your bare back, silently waiting for you to permit him to proceed.
You answered by breaking away from the kiss, reaching down to the hem of your shirt to pull the fabric up and over your head, discarding it to the floor as you stood between his parted thighs in a plain black bra. Bakugou’s eyes instantly shooting towards your exposed skin, mapping out the beautiful contours of your body as he pulled you back towards him, nuzzling his face against your round breasts as you ran your fingers through his messy hair.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned as his palms explored the new territory, stroking along your sides as he came to the bottom of your bra. Thick fingers thumbing the underside of your breasts, watching carefully as your back arched into his touch.
His lips pressing gentle kisses to the supple skin that peeked out of the black cups, holding his head as he gave playful nips to you, his nose nuzzling the skin as his fingers moved to your back to unclasp the fabric, feeling it loosen around your body as the cups hung lifelessly against you. Moving back so you could pull the material away from your body, letting it fall to the ground as you exposed your chest to Bakugou.
“Shit,” He sucked in a breath at the sight of you bare in front of him. Your breasts posed beautifully for him as he pressed a gentle kiss against your soft nipple, watching the way it hardened beneath his touch. Stiffening to a peak as he repeated the motion on the other side. Large palms cupping your mounds as you let out an airy sigh, moaning as he languidly began to lap at your chest. His tongue slathering spit against your darkened areolas, dragging the tip around your buds as you tried to get him to suck them into his mouth. Tightening your grip on the back of his head as your fingernails dug into the skin, groaning when you felt him comply. His teeth dragging gently against the surface as he sucked one between his lips.
“Fuck, Katsuki.” You mewled, leaning your weight against him as you felt his tongue lash against your nipple, cheeks hollowing as he began to suck crudely. The sound audible over the playlist you’d put on as he pulled back from your mound with a pop, blowing cool air against the wet skin as you shuddered. A smirk on his face as he moved to the other side, mimicking the action as you began to rub your thighs together, “Feels good.”
“Yeah?” He pulled away, lips pouted as he blew cold air against your other stiff peak, “How good?”
“So good.” You gasped when his fingers moved to your jeans, tugging the button as it popped open, your fly unzipping as he began to help you out of the denim. The material slipping to the floor as you stepped out of it, exposing your matching black panties to his eyes as he sucked in a breath.
“Why am I the only one getting naked?” You whined as Bakugou’s hands instantly moved to turn you to the side so he could get a better view. Marvelling the way your underwear curved around the shape of your ass, clinging to your body perfectly as he grabbed a fistful. Squeezing gently as the fabric slipped between your cheeks, pulling back to give the surface a soft smack, making you cry out for him.
“Cause you’re prettier.” He murmured, giving your cheek another spank as he cherished the way you cried out for him.
“No, I’m not,” You scrunch your nose in disagreement as he repeated the motion, harder this time as the smack reverberated around your room.
“Yes, you fuckin’ are.” Bakugou squeezed the roundness of your ass, fingertips digging into the skin he’d just spanked. The sensation causes a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure to ebb through you.
“Katsu, please.” You pouted as your fingers tugged at his shirt, trying to get him to remove it as he finally caved in.
“Fine, fine. So whiny.” He sassed playfully as he leaned back to pull the fabric up and over his head as he dropped it to the floor to join your clothes.
Your hungry eyes immediately drinking in his exposed skin, hands smoothing along his defined pectorals as you brushed through the thin lines of blond hair that danced against his chest. Grazing his nipples as you enjoyed mapping out his body, unabashedly ogling him as he stroked his warm palms along your outer thighs.
“You’re so pretty.” You cooed, pressing a playful kiss to his lips as you pressed against his pectorals so his back was flush on the mattress.
“Yeah? I’m pretty, am I?” He teased back, large palms curling around the back of your thighs as he pulled you on top of him. Your legs on either side of his hips as your clothed cunt was pressed flush against his crotch. The sensation making him grunt softly as he rolled his hips against you, creating delicious friction between both your bodies as his lashes fluttered.
“You’re the fuckin’ pretty one.” He growled as he grabbed both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, grinding you down against his bulge as he deliberately rolled your hips against him, ensuring to drag against your clit with each circular motion. The sensation causing your walls to clench around nothing as you felt your slick dampening the fabric of your panties and sticking to his jeans, “God, you’re such a fuckin’ mess and I’ve barely touched you.”
His fingers slipped between your thighs to brush the back of his knuckles against your clothed slit, feeling how wet you were through the thin barrier of clothing. You sucked in a breath as you felt him nudge your clit, rolling your hips to try and give yourself some more stimulation as he watched the way your chest heaved at the sensation. Having the perfect vantage point of your round breasts above him as he moved his other hand to tweak one of your hard nipples.
Shuddering as you felt his fingers stroke the apex of your thighs, goosebumps littering your skin as he slipped his calloused fingers beneath the hem of your panties, fingers grazing over your outer labia as he spread you open, delving his digits between your messy folds. A growl echoing from deep in his chest as the feeling of you beneath his touch, so wet and slick for him as he trailed along your cunt. Teasingly flicking your sensitive nub before travelling lower, tracing gentle circles around your tight entrance as he felt your walls flutter at his ministrations. Desperately trying to drag him in deeper, to feel him stretching you out as you writhed above him.
Becoming impatient as you moved your own hands from their position on his chest to the waistband of his jeans, fingers tugging at his belt as you managed to unbuckle it, leaving it threaded through the loops as you began pawing at his fly. Unbuttoning the denim as you tugged at the material, trying to give yourself as much space as possible to free his aching cock. You whimpered when you saw how thick he looked beneath the grey boxer briefs he was wearing. A dark circle of pre staining the fabric as you palmed him through the thin fabric, making him grunt as he jerked his hips sloppily.
“Don’t,” His hand was quick to catch your wrist, yanking you back from his crotch as he let out the strained breath he’d been holding in, his chest heaving as he looked up at the ceiling.
The movement catching you off guard as you took it to be an instant rejection, trying to ignore the romantic playlist that was playing in the background, words flowing through the speakers about love and eternity that only seemed to exasperate your feelings. Bakugou immediately caught the look of hurt that was fraught on your features, his gaze softening as his grip on your wrist loosened.
“Oh fuck, no-” He rambled, “Not because it didn’t feel good- shit- because you’ll have me cummin’ in my fuckin’ pants if you keep that up.”
You felt the heavy weight in your chest dissipate at his words, the fear that he’d taken you this far just to reject you now removed as Bakugou began to stroke soothing circles along your thigh, his thumb slipping between your slick folds to find your puffy clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub as he began to rub slow circles around it.
“You like that?” Bakugou rasped as he pressed harder against your clit, watching your face contorted in pleasure as you tried to form a response, instead the words slipping out in an incoherent jumble. Your hips buckled as you tried to get him to give you something, anything more to help send you over the edge.
“More,” You managed to gasp out, your smaller hands wrapping around his thick wrist to try and get him to move towards your entrance, eager to have him inside you.
“More? Greedy little thing, aren’tcha?” Bakugou coddled you, “This not enough for you, Princess?”
“Don’t tease, Katsu.” You whined as you felt his thumb leave your clit, instead stroking along your outer lips as he watched you trying to gain more stimulation for yourself, your hips rolling as you tried to position his touch to where you needed it most. Taking pity on you as he moved his middle finger to slip inside your tight heat.
“Jesus fuckin’ christ.” He groaned at the feeling of your inner walls squeezing around his digit, “You’re so tight.”
You felt his blunt nails dragging along your spongy inner walls, curling his finger to try and find the spot inside you he knew would have you coming undone for him. Trying to drop your hips on his hand to get him deeper inside you as you moved your palms back to rest on his chest, trying to gain traction as you began to fuck yourself on his finger.
“God, I could look at you like this all damn day.” Bakugou kept his hand still as he watched you roll your hips against him, occasionally curling the digit just to hear what sweet moans he could pull from your lips, “So fuckin’ pretty.”
You mewled indignantly when he pulled his finger from your dripping cunt, scrunching your nose as he moved his hand to grab the back of your thigh, your essence sticking to your skin uncomfortably as he caught you by surprise, hoisting you up his body until you were resting against his pectorals.
“What are you doing?” Your face flushed in confusion as your lower half was positioned dangerously close to his face.
“What’s it look like, Princess?” He tugged on your thighs again, moving them over his shoulders so you were hovering over his face. The headboard of your bed was too far away to hold as you trembled above him, “‘m getting a taste.”
Your body flushed in embarrassment as he tugged your panties to the side, getting a close look at your puffy lips.
“Look at this pretty little pussy,” You keen at his words, almost falling backwards before his strong arms weave under your thighs to hold you steady. Holding your ass in his large palms, dropping you down onto his eager mouth. Feeling the flat of his tongue lick a long swipe along your sex, your slick coating it as he tasted you for the first time, the taste igniting something feral inside him as a low growl vibrated in his throat.
“Even better than I imagined,” He murmured before diving in for more, the desire inside you overwhelming as he began to feast on your cunt. His tongue glided between your labia as he found your tight entrance, circling it with the tip of his tongue before prodding it inside your saccharine walls. His nose was snug against your clit as you found yourself grinding down against him. Your hands immediately looking for something to hold onto to try and ground yourself as your fingers weaved into his messy hair. Fingernails dragging against his scalp as you began to ride his face.
“That’s it, good fuckin’ girl.” He growled, enjoying the sensation of you tugging his hair at the root, rutting his hips against nothing as he tried to create some friction for his neglected cock, “Got such a pretty pussy, don’tcha?”
His words made your entire body flush, a heat pooling between your legs as you felt him move back up, his tongue sliding along your sex as he wrapped his lips around your clit. His teeth lightly grazing it as he began to suck, his cheeks hollowing as he lashed his tongue against the sensitive nub. The motion caused you to cry out for him, trying to shut your thighs around his head as the sensation became too overwhelming. Bakugou kept his grip on your ass firm as he continued to work your clit, enjoying the way you caged him in, as though you were trying to suffocate him.
Jumbled words began to tumble from your lips as you tried to form coherent words to describe how you were currently feeling, but you couldn’t. The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt before as he continued to work your body with precision. His hand curling around your body to rest against your pelvis as he angled your hips, keeping you steady as he lashed his tongue against your sensitive nub.
“Oh, fuck.” You gasped, feeling the familiar ache inside you as your climax surged through you like a tidal wave. Your hands pulling at Bakugou’s hair as you bucked your hips erratically against his touch. His grip keeping his lips against you as he held you steady. Trying to close your thighs to no avail as he continued working your clit in his mouth. Bakugou’s vermilion eyes completely focused on your face as your lips parted in a near-constant whine. His name spilling from your throat like a dull mantra, crying out for him as though he was some sort of deity.
“S’too much, I can’t-” You tried to mumble out, your thighs quivering as you felt the intensity of your orgasm still flowing through you, “I’m so-”
You couldn’t find the words, as quickly as you’d reached your first climax, Bakugou had been relentless in granting you your second. Your body almost falling forward if it wasn’t for his grip on you, a display of pure strength from the blond as he kept you upright while continuing to lap against your folds. Nuzzling your sensitive clit before moving his lips down to taste your release on his tongue, shamelessly slurping at your cunt as the lewd noises filled your bedroom and sounded over your playlist.
“You’re such a mess,” Bakugou smirked as he finally gave you a moment to recover as he pulled back from your sex, your slick glistening against his chin as he licked his lips greedily.
“That was-” You didn’t even know how to describe it, if there were even words in this life that could describe the euphoria you felt.
“I know.” He replied cockily, a dopey grin on his face as you made a motion to slap his cheek playfully, “Oi, is that how you treat someone that just made you cum like that- twice,”
“So fucking cocky.” You rolled your eyes as you felt him shuffle behind you, your body still resting around his neck.
“Yeah, I am.” You turned back to watch his thumbs slipping into the hem of his boxers, tugging the fabric down to let it keep around his muscular thighs. His thick cock springing free as you couldn’t help but stare.
You knew he was going to be big, but this was completely unexpected. You could tell how heavy his cock was from the way it slapped down against his abdomen, the sheer girth enough to have your cunt throbbing as you wondered how you’d even be able to take him in. A heavy set of balls sat at the base, a faint scattering of hair around them as the length was just as intimidating. You noted the way it curved, forking veins scattered along it which only seemed to add to his sheer mass as your eyes were met with the mushroomed head. A thick bead of pre oozing from the tip and dribbling against his chest as he moved to give himself a quick pump with his fist, smearing the pre along his length.
“You don’t have to, you know-” Bakugou whispered honestly, his eyes looking up into yours for any sign of reluctance as you shook your head.
“No, I want to.” You reassured him, “I have for a while.”
Bakugou lifted you with ease as he moved you back down to his hips, watching as you used his chest for leverage as you eased your thighs up, taking him in one hand as he hissed on impact. The sensation of your small hand around his impressive girth had him throbbing as he watched you position him at your entrance.
“I don’t think I prepped you enough, Princess. You’re fuckin’ tight-” Bakugou tried to move a hand back between your thighs to stretch you out before slipping his thick cock inside but you were quick to brush him away. Your hand pushing his larger one away as he let out a guttural groan at your refusal.
“No, I want it now.” You pouted childishly as you pressed the bulging head inside you, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him beginning to stretch you out. A gentle throb between your thighs as you slowly began to roll your hips against him, trying to get yourself accustomed to the size as you began to drop yourself lower and lower on his thick cock.
“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so fuckin’ hot you have no idea-” Bakugou cursed as he rambled on about how beautiful you looked taking his cock, what a good girl you were being for him. His sweet praises only aiding you in taking him inside your walls, fluttering around him as you were eager to please.
“Atta girl,” Bakugou groaned when he felt you take him down to the base. Your messy slick stringing in his neatly trimmed pubic hair as you took a moment to adjust to the intrusion. The subtle tremor of your velvety walls around him made it near impossible for him not to buck up into you, tightening his grip on your hips as the calloused pads of his fingers dug into your sides, no doubt leaving bruises.
“Katuski.” You sighed when you finally began to move against him, grinding yourself against his pelvis as his pubic hair stimulated your clit. Dragging yourself back and forth as you basked in the sensation, throwing your head back as you used his body to get yourself off.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” Bakugou cooed, a hand reaching up to flick your nipple as he kept his grip on your hips, letting you move at a pace you desire, “You makin’ yourself feel good, yeah?”
“Feel so good, Suki. You feel good-” You warbled, tears blanking your vision from the stretch as you selfishly worked yourself towards another orgasm.
Your hips stuttered with each movement as you began to lift yourself before dropping yourself back down on his cock, repeating the motion as his thickness dragged along your spongy walls. Each drag of his cock inside you had you feeling warm, hot molten lava flowing through your body as you began to roll your hips above him. Pulling more beautiful sounds from between his lips. Generating invigorating friction as you tried to keep up a steady pace. Your body already overwhelmed by pleasure and you couldn’t get enough as you continued to ride him.
Bakugou’s hands were all over you, touching every single curve of your body he could reach, moving his palms up to cup your round breasts. Feeling the weight in his palms as he thumbed your nipples, cherishing the pretty whine that he managed to pull from your lips at the sensation. Continuing lower as he stroked your soft curves, moving the flat of his palm to press against your pelvis. Certain he could almost feel his thick cock buried deep inside you, stretching your tight body to accommodate him. The realisation had him groaning and bucking his hips up into you, causing you to cry out his name.
“Wait,” Bakugou turned his head towards your speaker as a familiar song began to play out, “Is that one of my fuckin’ songs? I thought you didn’t like my band-“
You flushed at the realisation that you really did have one of his songs on your romantic playlist, it was one of the first songs you’d ever listened to by his band and it was one you cherished the most because it had vocals from Bakugou. Almost as though he was singing it to you.
“You got Serendipity on your playlist?” Bakugou’s grin couldn’t get any wider, flashing a hint of gum as he smirked down at you dopily.
“I like this one,” You murmured innocently, continuing your sloppy pace against him, “It’s good.”
“I fuckin’ knew you loved us,” Bakugou replied cockily, moving his hand back to spank your ass, “Can’t believe I’m actually fuckin’ to one of my songs.”
“Shut up,” You pouted, your pace becoming more erratic as you tried to stop the ache in your parted thighs.
“Let me fuckin’ have this one,”
“There’s a growl you do in this song that’s just so fucking sexy.” Bakugou stopped his motions as he gave you the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen.
“Oh yeah?” Noticing the way you slowed against him, lifting yourself up slightly before barely dropping back down, “Getting tired, Princess?” Bakugou cooed, as you nodded your head in reply.
Feeling him tighten his grip on your waist as he held you stead, positioning his feet on the floor as he began to piston his hips up into you, the harsh sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as his balls hit the curve of your ass almost to the beat of the song. Your stretched pussy began to squelch with the amount of your shared juices that dribbled down his thick cock and left white ring marks around the base, his motions were more harsh and frantic as his song played in the background.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh-” You whined, his frantic pace was making your breasts bounce as he ruts himself into you quickly, greedily trying to send you into another release.
“Gonna cum for me, Princess?” He smirked, “Gonna cum to one of my songs?”
Bakugou was so deep inside you from this position, his cockhead kissing your cervix with each downward motion as he eagerly brought you towards another climax. Your toes curling as you threw your head back, letting Bakugou use you any way he saw fit. Each movement had you feeling a different kind of bliss, an ethereal feeling flowing through you as your vision began to become hazy. Biting down on your bottom lip enough to draw blood as you tried to stop yourself from screaming out for him.
“Don’t hide it, baby. Lemme hear it.” Bakugou rasped between sharp breaths, his cock pulsing inside you at the beginning of his own release, “Lemme hear how good I make you feel.”
Everything felt so intense, so raw as Bakugou continued ramming into you. Your inner walls fluttering around him in the telltale signs of your release, squeezing his cock as you felt yourself reaching your climax.
“Come on, Princess. Cum for me-” You keened as Bakugou continued whispering encouraging words to you, angling his hips so he repeatedly hit that same spot inside you he knew would have you seeing stars, “I know you’re fuckin’ close I can feel ya clampin’ down on me.”
“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl-” He grunted when he felt your walls begin to pulse around him, milking his cock as you came. Never giving up his pace as his vermilion eyes trained on you, thrusting upwards as his cock  drove into you with reckless abandon, watching your face contort in pleasure as you came around him.
You cried out his name, not even caring if anyone heard you. Your body beginning to shudder as you felt an earth-shattering climax surge through you. Knocking the air from your lungs as your body collapsed forward. Your sweaty chest pressed against his as he continued whispering sweet praises. Bakugou’s arms curling around your back to hold you against him as he greedily used you for his own release. Fucking his thick cock into you as his thrusts became sloppier, guttural grunts leaving his lips.
“Can I- Where do you want it?” Bakugou grunted, unsure how much longer he could hold back as he felt himself teetering on the edge of his release.
“Inside, please cum inside me-” Your lips pressed against his collar bone as you pleaded your request.
Bakugou’s hips faltering at just how sweet you sounded in your request, burying himself deep inside you one last time as he let go. White, hot ropes of cum spurting from his thick cock and coating your inner walls as he continued to rut his hips against you, riding out his release.
Bakugou wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug as he held you against his heaving chest. A light sheen of sweat coating both your bodies as it made you stick together comfortably, his hair pressed back from his forehead from sweat as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of your head as you both regained your breath.
“That was so fuckin’ good.” Bakugou panted, keeping himself buried inside you for a few more precious moments as he cherished the way your walls fluttered around his softening cock in the aftershocks to your orgasm.
Resting your cheek on his pectoral as you let yourself relax into him, his scent lulling you to sleep as another slow song played out over the speakers. When Bakugou made a move to lift you off his cock you let out a childish whine as you tried to feebly tighten your thighs around his hips.
“Come on, baby. ‘m gonna pull out, okay?” This time you let him lift you off his cock, some of his cum dribbling out of your cunt and onto his pelvis as he tucked you into his side. Letting you nuzzle into his armpit as you curled a thigh over one of his legs, staying as close to him as possible. Bakugou’s eyes immediately moving down to his crotch where some of his release had spilt out of you and onto his lower half. Groaning as he felt his semi-hard cock throb at the thought of your velvety walls again, already thinking about slipping back inside you.
Bakugou continued stroking his hands along your exposed skin, both of you uncaring that you were laying half-naked in your bed above the covers. His lips continued to press gentle kisses against your forehead as he felt you begin to draw absent-minded lines against his pectoral.
“We need to shower,” Bakugou murmured gently, pressing more kisses to your head.
“I know,” You pouted, but you weren’t ready to get up just yet. Still basking in the scent of him, nuzzling your nose against his side as you tightened your arm around his waist.
“No-” You whined when he tried to lift his body up, placing your weight against his side to try and anchor him back down for a moment longer. The motion caused him to smirk as he lay back down. His feet were still positioned on the floor as you curled up near the end of the bed, “Can we just stay like this a bit longer-”
“‘m not going anywhere, you know that?” Bakugou relaxed back against your mattress,
“I still can’t believe I fucked to my own song.” Bakugou grinned, a dopey look on his face that had you rolling your eyes.
“Ugh, I guess this means I’m stuck with you, doesn’t it?” You teased playfully, his gaze meeting your own as he turned his head down to look at you.
“You love it, Princess.” Bakugou smirked as he moved a palm to your thigh, clinging to it as he lifted it higher against his leg, “Besides, someones gotta stick around and fix your shitty music taste.”
“Is that your way of asking me out?” You laughed as you pressed a chaste kiss to his pec.
“I’m not asking, I’m tellin’ you-” Bakugou smirked cockily, “You need all the fuckin’ help you can get.”
“You’re such an asshole, you know that?”
“Yeah, yeah. I know you love me really, Princess.” Bakugou smirked, pulling you into him as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “You better tell everyone you were actin’ crazy the last few months and we’re really your favourite fuckin’ band though.”
“Or maybe we can just start by telling everyone you don’t suck that much,”
“I’m telling everyone you got one of my songs on your ‘fuck me’ playlist.” He tightened his grip on your thigh to prevent you from even attempting to move away.
“That was not my ‘fuck me’ playlist.” You replied with a flustered heat on your cheeks.
“Oh yeah? Well, I think it is now-”
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todoroki-sweetheart · 10 days ago
How the MHA Boys eat Pussy
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+ genre. nsfw
+ warnings. mentions of well…pussy eating
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With one hand holding your arms and the other gently rubbing your clit
Todoroki goes slow and makes sure you’re experiencing maximum pleasure
Sometimes, he gets so into it that you’ll feel little hot or cold flashes on your skin
From the back, with his right hand holding you down so you can’t push him away and his left slapping your ass if you even try
Bakugou never half-asses anything, which is why he eats pussy until he sees tears streaming down your face
He isn’t satisfied and he isn’t stopping until he’s made you cum at least three times
With his ass in the air, sucking on your clit and holding your hand with his right
With his left, he likes to use One For All sometimes to send little shocks through your body
This man will eat you out until he’s blue in the face, you gotta remind him to come up for air sometimes
Hawks eats pussy like it’s his last meal
He always wants you sitting on his face so he has absolute full access
Don’t even think about getting up either, this man will hold you down and eat you out until his last breath
After all, who needs air anyways?
Underneath the table while you sit on his office chair, legs wide open for him
He likes to stuff your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet, since this man’s tongue is sent from heaven
He’ll make you cum on tongue like it’s nothing and then he’ll pull you into a kiss so you can taste yourself
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bfbkg · 13 hours ago
Lunaa!! I just saw your rb about someone washing their bf's hair and it got me thinking like how much i would love to take care of bakugou. Like i know bakugou's partner would probs taking care of him and him to his partner BUT I THINK WE NEED TO EXPAND THIS. Maybe cooking him some food while him watching you on the counter (he want to do it but you know, it's good to cook someone and watch them enjoy your food) and then maybe give him some massages (he carry the world on his shoulder and we support him 🥺) to make him feel soft and relaxed and after that just showering with him because that rb just make me want to wash his hair so bad 🥺🥺 like his hair are so cute i want to massage and play with it so bad and maybe after that helpin him wear his clothes and dry his hair and apply maybe some body lotion to his skin while massaging him. After that just talk about him and like praise him because HE'S THE BEST BOY AND HE DESERVE ALL THE PRAISES 🥺 just love soft moment with bakugou 🥺 he take care of reader a lot and i just want him to get the same treatment 🥺
-picnic anon
the reblog i’ve been thinking about this idea and i think it will work well with what you said ! this is a short one !
bakugou’s spent all his life alone. not in a sad way, he’s been surrounded by his family and friends (sometimes begrudgingly but he loves them all the same). but he’s always lived his life as a solo player. waking up by himself, eating breakfast by himself, working with the same people, going home on his own and sleeping on his own. it was a life he was accustomed too, not something he’ll complain about simply because he was used to it. he knows what he likes and likes how he does it so he never exactly felt like he was missing something.
but when you stumbled into his life all aspects of it felt like it was at a surplus. he had everything he ever needed, but you… you always gave him more. treated him in ways he didn’t ever think to be treated because after all, there’s nothing he couldn’t do himself. but there was always something so different, so special about you doing it for him. a true sign of love, he thinks.
one evening when you notice him wince every time he moves, face scrunched up in uncomfort, you could easily narrow it down to bakugou has a sore back. likely knots that need to be pushed out and soothed with baby oil. despite his hand resting on his back, crouching over like a grandpa, bakugou doesn’t voice his complaints out to you. barely an audible grumble to be heard. he seems to have had enough of it after a while, standing up to roll his shoulders and make his way out the room.
“where are you going?” you ask, causing the blonde to turn around to face you.
“my back hurts like a motherfucker. spent the day picking up bricks and walls and shit. gonna get some painkillers,” he grimaces, hand moving to hold at his back with his hip cocked out, same posture as a pregnant lady. your lips curve at the sight.
“sit back down katsu, i’ll fix it for you,” is all you say, scrambling up and walking past the man into his bathroom.
“huh? why?” but he obeys, sitting back down and waiting for you to return.
when you do you’re holding a bottle of baby oil and a towel and a cute lil smile. “take your top off. i’ll help you out.”
you’re so small compared to his massive self, he’s all muscles and hard edges but when you lay out the towel on his sofa and push him face first onto it, he lets you. he lets you straddle his ass, pour oil on your hands and begin to rub his back with the heal of your hands.
bakugou lets out an involuntary groan first. honestly more of a moan but he wouldn’t admit that. “tell me where baby.” you say, watching his expression change wherever you put your hands. he has his eyes screwed shut, head laying on its left. his lip is between his teeth, trying to hide the sounds threatening to escape.
“top left please princess, a lil harder too,” he rumbles, unfiltered relief in his tone.
“you’re being awfully bossy for someone that didn’t just ask in the first place. painkillers wouldn’t have taken these knots out,” you say, palms rolling on his soft skin, same motions you would kneading dough. he felt like a smooth marble sculpture under you, strong and hard but with airy breaths seeping out. a ghost of a smile on his lips.
“i forgot.”
“you forgot you could ask me? your loving girlfriend who loves you so much?”
“i guess. i dunno. it’s just-“ one whine spilled out, “yeah right there baby, right there.” and it’s like he’s lost his train of thought, his head practically sunken in his sofa cushion, mouth lolled open to let his soft breaths pass through.
“not everything has to be done on your own anymore, you know that dynamight?” you say lethally soft, a twinge of humour using his hero name.
your body bounces a little as he laughs, his chest rumbling below you. you have to hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself, “yeah, i’ll remember to ask your dumbass next time,” he then begins to spin around to lay on his back to look up at you. “i like having you on top of me.”
he gives you his usual cocky smirk slowly forming into a full blown grin with his hands on your thighs and squeezing. you roll your eyes, scooting up to rest on his abs, “i know you do idiot.” you lean down, arms by his head to inch your face to his. he trails his arms to rest at your hips, rubbing at the flesh there, “i’m serious though katsuki. ask me for things. use me.”
bakugou’s ruby eyes have a youthful glow to them, brightly wide open and nodding like he’s under your lovesick spell. his plush lips are slightly apart, a wet tongue darting out to run across them. he’s so beautiful when he’s under you, features lax and cheeks blushed, “i will baby. i will.”
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titan-fodder · 15 days ago
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Pairing: Pro hero!Bakugou x Reader
Rating: E (explicit; mdni)
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Tags/Warnings: cis female reader, so much banter, swearing, mentions of bullying, enemies to lovers, honestly just so much banter, not-quite confessions, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male & female receiving), vaginal sex, facials, one joke about small dicks, and more banter
A/N: this was supposed to go in an entirely different direction, but since my friends are indirectly turning me into a bakugou fucker, this is what ended up happening. this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for literal months, so may as well yeet it out now. will this become a regular thing? doubtful. but who knows what could happen. anyway, enjoy~
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As soon as you see him, you roll your eyes, trying not to groan out loud. Smoke billows in the alleyway behind him, his palms still popping with tiny explosions that remind you of sparklers. He always was one for theatrics. 
 "You okay down here, sweetheart?" Bakugou—no, sorry, Great Explosion Murder Go… actually, nevermind—asks in the raspy voice you remember from your high school days. 
 "Yep," you nod, flashing an unconvincing smile as you look up from the perp you're tying up. "Dandy, even."
 "You sure?" His boots are heavy on the pavement when he walks toward you, small rocks and dust getting crushed with every step. "'Cause you missed a few stragglers back there—had, like, four guys tailin' you." 
 The man you're tying hisses when you cinch the rope tight around his wrists, pulling him to his feet at the same time you get to yours. 
 "I was planning on circling back, thanks."
 "Well, they were getting pretty close, probably gonna gang up on you," the blonde muses, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Guess it's good I showed up."
 And, you'd known the exact moment he had. Even blocks away, you could hear Dynamight, kind of hard not to, and even his quieter attacks carry his signature with them, thick smoke rising above buildings, the sweet smell of a massive campfire permeating the night air. 
 You had hoped he wouldn't actually find and talk to you, but… No such luck. 
 "Guess I was," you say with a click of your tongue. "I'm about to call Tsukauchi. What'd you do with the other guys?" 
 Bakugou nods to the side. "Next alley over."
 "Did you tie 'em up?" 
 He shakes his head, smile widening. "Don't worry. They won't be wakin' up any time soon."
 "Are you—" you stop yourself with a scoff, shoving the criminal in your grasp against the nearest wall before setting off toward the stragglers. "Careless. Just fucking careless."
 "Oi! Where're you goin'? I told you—"
 "I heard you," you wave behind you. "I just prefer a more thorough approach."
 Bakugou is a good hero for the most part. He struggles with his gruff public image and occasional PR disaster, but when it comes to actual on-the-job happenings, he's stellar. It's just that he relies on sheer force and not much else, doesn't care about leaving things pretty. 
 As you can see when you round the corner. 
 Bricks are littered about, dust still kicked up, explosive black marks decorating the nearby buildings. In the midst of it all are four bodies sprawled out, completely unconscious. You spot blood trickling out of a few ears, some facial lacerations, and a broken wrist but not much else. 
 Dynamight must have focused on the structures rather than the perpetrators in terms of targets, knowing a big enough attack would still knock them out, send some debris flying but not leave anyone dead or mortally wounded. It's a good tactic considering how volatile his quirk is, but the business owners who've leased these buildings might argue. Could also be catastrophic if implemented during the day when the buildings are actually packed with people.  
 You ignore him in favor of grabbing extra zip-ties from one of your pant pockets, always thankful you chose utility over fashion when deciding on your costume. Of course, being impossible to ignore entirely, Bakugou holds out a still-smoking hand after he watches you immobilize the first man. 
 “Gimme a couple,” he grunts.
 “I can do it myself, it’s fine.” You hope it comes off as a casual shrug-off, but judging by the way he scoffs, you have a feeling there was still a bite to your words. “Fine, whatever, just grab the last guy,” you amend, tossing a couple of the plastic ties in Bakugou’s general direction. 
 “No, no, it’s fine. Wanna act like you did it all yourself, that’s cool,” he says, holding his arms up as he falls to lean against one of the crumbling walls. “Not like I’m surprised.”
 “That’s not even—” You growl and shake your head like it will get rid of your rising irritation. “Whatever.”
 The better part of your teenage years were spent being antagonized by the hero off to your left. Though, that’s not to say you didn’t get a fair few of your own jabs in against him once you actually grew a backbone. From harmless pranks that just made each of you roll your eyes to actual serious injuries while practicing or sparring, you and Bakugou covered the entire spectrum.
 You’ve never gotten along, not when he shouldered into you on your first day at UA and not when you flipped him off after walking for graduation. Having taken a job in the states almost immediately, you haven’t seen much of him over the last few years. Honestly, having several thousand miles separating you from him was pretty nice, no fear of him popping out at you from around the next corner with a palm full of sparks with your name on it. 
 All good things must come to an end, you suppose. 
 The phone call to Tsukauchi is short, just your location, how many perps, and their overall condition. He tells you he’ll be at the scene soon with a few cars and to sit tight until then. 
 “Was that the cat dude?” Bakugou calls from his place on the wall, and you turn to give him the most incredulous look you can muster.
 “The—Are you talking about Tamakawa?”
 He shrugs. “Does Tamakawa have a cat head? Little bell instead of a tie?”
 “You really don’t know their names? After how many times you’ve had to meet with them, like when you got yourself fucking kidna—”
 He’s off the bricks and in your face before you can blink, the smell of burnt sugar wafting through the air as his hands crackle. “Swear to god, if you finish that sentence…” 
 “Aw, still have a little chip on your shoulder about that?” You grin. “It’s a good thing Deku and Riot had your back, otherwise you would’ve been on your own, and well…”
 "Why do you have to be such a bitch all the fucking time?" He finally breaks, and you think this might be a new record for how long the two of you have held out before reverting to name-calling. 
 You snicker to yourself and take one step back, just so that you aren't breathing in that sugar sweet smell that radiates from him. 
 "What, you thought you were just gonna waltz up to me and act like high school never happened?" You muse. "I don't think so, sweetheart."
 "I'm not waltzin' anywhere! You waltzed! You left after school, and this is you waltzing back home, and—"
 "Katsuki Bakugou, don't tell me you missed me," you drawl with a smirk. 
 He squints at you from behind his mask. "Don't flatter yourself." 
 "Well, what am I supposed to think?" You question before pushing your lips out in a pout, batting your eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion. "You find me all alone in a dark alley and come to my rescue, make sure these bad men don't beat me up."
 "God, you're annoying," he grumbles, and you let out a genuine laugh. 
 "Right back at ya', bud."
 He does actually help you with lining the criminals up on the wall, a couple of them mumbling incoherently, others limp as rag dolls. Neither of you try to make conversation, knowing it'll only turn into an argument, and you're glad when you see the cop cars pull up because you know it means you can get away from—
 "Wait, both of you are responsible for this?" Tsukauchi asks, speaking away from the phone he's holding. 
 "What?" You look at him then to Bakugou then back and immediately claim, "No, no, this was all Dynamight, it's fine."
 He did take down four out of the five perps anyway, you barely had to lift a finger, so…
 "Nah, I'd say it was a joint effort," Bakugou negates, suddenly slinging an arm around your neck and gritting through a fake smile, "Always so modest, like she can't help it."
 You elbow him in the stomach but are only given the satisfaction of a very small grunt. Tsukauchi glances between the two of you, obviously picking up on the fact that something is off, but doesn't seem to want to dive into it himself. You can't blame him. 
 "Okay, well, uh, both of you will have to fill out reports then. Do you need a ride to the station?" 
 "No, s'fine, I've got my bike around the corner," Bakugou states. "She can catch a ride."
 "Really not neces—"
 Bakugou just cuts you off. "We'll meet you there!" then starts tugging you toward wherever he's parked his stupid little motorcycle. 
 "What is wrong with you?"
 "Nothin' at all," he chuckles, letting go of you when you rip yourself out of his grasp. 
 "Here I was thinking professional hero work and adulthood would have matured you, but nooo."
 "Look who's talkin'."
 The bike is actually pretty nice, not that you'll ever tell him that. It's mostly black with accents the same shade of green as his disgusting grenades. You're glad he kept the orange far away. It's bad enough he walks around the city looking like an explosion personified, no need to take it another step further.
 His costume hasn’t changed much over the years, still as obnoxious as it's always been—spiked mask and headpiece, bright ‘X’ over his chest, bulky gauntlets, and boots that it looks like he’s finally grown into. He always thought he looked so good in high school, and though you may have been mean to him almost as much as he was to you, you just didn’t have the heart to tell him his accessories made him look like a shrimp, too big for his body type at the time.
 At the time.
 He’s gotten taller, though. Taller and broader. It’s irritating, but you’re not about to dwell on it. It’s just fucking Bakugou in a slightly evolved form, still the same snot-nosed bully you went to school with, sporting the same stupid, unruly hair and the same cocky grin. 
 “You’re gonna have to hold on,” he gruffs after you’ve kicked your leg over the bike, no choice but to sit pressed against him, and isn’t he just loving this. Prick.
 “Yeah, yeah, just get us there in one piece.” 
 The air is warm out tonight, but as soon as you start speeding through the streets, the temperature feels to drop by a few degrees. Other cars and buildings whistle past, nothing more than streaks in your peripheral vision. Your fingers tightly grip the material at Bakugou’s waist, but even then, you attempt to keep any and all contact to a minimum, still trying not to lean against him completely. He probably knows, can feel how stiff you are behind him, but if he has anything to say, he doesn’t, knows it’s a lost cause against the roar of the engine.
 Once parked outside of the station, you dismount then smooth your hands over your hair, mumble a quiet, “Give a girl a helmet next time, geez,” to which he rolls his eyes and pushes you toward the entrance of the building. 
 “Not really one for ride-alongs,” he tells you.
 You don’t believe him, letting out a sarcastic, “Okay, sure,” so that he’s made aware. Katsuki Bakugou not giving friends—girls—rides on that bike, yeah right. It’s probably one of many tactics he uses to get into people’s good graces (as well as their pants on some occasions). 
 He didn’t publicly date often at UA, and you don’t hear much about his love life now aside from the occasional tabloid yammering about seeing him walk out of a Boba shop with Uravity or Miruko, but you know it, you feel it in your bones, the dude gets around. With a face like that, you know he does.
 Trudging up the steps, you hear his heavy boots and heavier sighs behind you. You’ve irked him which is only fair since you’ve been stuck in a state of perpetual annoyance since you first started hearing his explosions earlier. At least this way nobody’s happy. 
 Tsukauchi gets some peon to grab the routine paperwork for both of you to fill out, shoving you into a cubicle together before shuffling away. You’re content to just stay silent, let the scratch of the pens fill the quietness, and it works for a while, but—
 “You were really gonna give me full credit just so you could leave?”
 You stop writing and peer up at Bakugou through narrowed eyes. “It was less about leaving and more about getting away from you.”
 “That bad, huh?” He asks, and you can see the corner of his mouth pulling upward, a tell-tale sign that he’s about to say or do something infuriating. “Just can’t control yourself around me, can you? Had to at least try to get away.”
 The face you make is completely unflattering, you can tell, but you’re too lost in trying to figure out exactly what you just heard—control?—can’t around…?
 “What the fuck are you talking about?”
 “Look, I know it’s been a few years, but I was hoping since you’re back in the city, we could just put it all behind us,” he tries, red eyes looking full of sincerity to an amateur but not to you. No, you can still see mischief lurking within. 
 “I’m still at a loss,” you admit. “Put what behind us? The years of back and forth bullying, or—”
 “Dont be fucking stupid,” Bakugou laughs, leaning back in his chair some. His eyebrows raise just a bit, expression morphing to one of casual arrogance. “I know you liked me back then and were embarrassed about it. Probably are now, too.”
 The cackle that bursts from your chest is not cute, and it rings through the station for everyone to hear. “I’m sorry, what?”
 Blinking at you, Bakugou's eyebrows begin to knit together in confusion. "Jesus Christ, you think I—" you wheeze, "—that I could ever—" tears are gathering in the corners of your eyes, "—like, in what world could you—could you interpret all of that—as infatuation?!" 
 You have to drop your head, shoulders shaking as you try and fail to calm yourself down. This idea that he's formed, that you've just liked him this whole time, too coy to say anything so you simply resorted to flinging insults and inflicting bodily injury. It's too fucking funny, can't even put into words—
 "Alright, alright, chill out, fuck," Bakugou grumbles, but it only makes you laugh harder. "Keep it up, and I'm just gonna assume it's a panic response at bein' caught."
 "Being caught—I cannot believe—" Taking in a few deep breaths, you try to avoid looking at Bakugou (or the few unfamiliar faces that are angled toward you because of your outburst). "You thought I was, what, pulling your pigtails or something?" 
 "Why else would you be such a bitch?" He asks like it's obvious. 
 "Maybe because you're a fucking dick? I wasn't just gonna lay and take it like everyone else. Screw that."
 You'd witnessed it too many times to count, the way he would intimidate his peers, make them feel inadequate or completely useless. He had his tight group of friends, and if you're being honest, he wasn't much nicer to them. They just had thicker skin, it seemed. 
 You weren't about to be one of the "extras" at UA, but you definitely weren't gonna be Bakugou's friend, so the only other real option was to become his enemy. It was a bold move, but look where it's gotten you: fearless in the face of pro hero Dynamight, able to laugh out loud at his expense and not be even a little afraid of him. 
 Because what is he really gonna do? If anything, he's even more restricted now than he was in school, has to keep his reputation in mind before doing anything rash (like murder another pro). 
 "Do you assume criminals wanna fuck you too since you don't get along with them?" You tease, enjoying the way Bakugou grits his teeth and glares. 
 "Keep it up, see what happens," he threatens. 
 He's a little red in the face, so you figure you can afford him some mercy, so after a little more giggling, you turn back to your paperwork, finishing it up with a few little snickers here and there.
 You aren't sure if Bakugou completes his forms at the same time as you or if he's just been waiting, but as soon as you tidy your papers and stand, he does the same. 
 "What are you doing?" There’s that bite to your words again.
 Bakugou snorts. “Getting ready to leave. The fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
 You shrug him off like you’ve been trying to all night, stepping past him to get to Tsukauchi’s desk to drop off your report. 
 “You gonna let me give you a ride back to your place?” 
 “Why,” you smirk. “So, you can find ways to torment me in what’s supposed to be the safety of my own home?”
 “God damn, you really think I’m obsessed with you or something.”
 “Hey, man—” the two of you are walking out of the station at this point, and you don’t mean to follow him to his bike, but your legs carry you there anyway. “—the line between love and hate is very, very thin.”
 “So, you think I’m in love with you now,” he chuckles, sounding a little too smug.
 You round on him, jabbing a finger into what you find is a very toned chest. “I didn’t say that.”
 “Yeah, but you implied it.”
 Rolling your eyes, you mumble a tired, “Insufferable,” because you are tired. The aggressive banter really does take a lot out of you, so paired with the criminal fight from earlier this evening, you’re ready to shower and fall into bed. 
 Bakugou apparently does not notice as he refuses to relent. “Lemme give you a ride.”
 It’s a battle you don’t see yourself winning at the present time, so you wave a hand with another grumbled, “Whatever,” and rattle off your address. Like you realized before, he’s on a tighter leash now. It’s unlikely he’d turn to petty vandalism just to piss you off. 
 The ride is a little longer than the one to the station, and while you’re just as stiff as before when you initially get on the bike behind Bakugou, the constant wind against your face eventually wears you down enough to rest your head against his broad back, just between his shoulder blades. No need to let your skin get chapped and raw, especially since someone decided helmets weren’t a necessity. 
 When he pulls up to your apartment complex, he drives around back and idles as you swing yourself over the seat.
 “Thanks for the ride. It’s been a lovely reunion,” you tell him with a sarcastic salute, but he obviously can’t hear you over the engine, so he turns it off.
 You don’t know how to feel about that. 
 “What?” He gruffs with a squint, street lamps shining right in his ruby eyes. 
 “I said it’s been great,” you repeat, making sure to add, “Sarcasm.”
 “Yeah, figured as much.”
 You stand there, counting the seconds as they tick by, and you should turn around, go up to your apartment, leave him until the next time you inevitably run into each other.
 But, there’s a little voice calling out to you: maybe it is time to let bygones be bygones, put the past behind you, move forward as adults. Maybe both of you have grown enough to have some semblance of a civil, professional relationship.
 It’s why you sigh and make the offer, “You wanna come up for a drink or something?”
 Bakugou blinks at you, obviously surprised. “I don’t really drink.”
 “I have, like, tea too, but if that’s a soft rejection, that’s also fine.”
 He laughs, a gritty rumble that makes you curl your toes in your boots. You’re already regretting the invitation. 
 “Not a soft rejection. Just making sure you’re not trying to get me liquored up.” 
 He kicks the stand out for his motorcycle then slides off of it, gesturing for you to lead the way, and why why why did you think this was a good idea? What fucking possessed you to do this? Are you really so hopeful to believe this won’t turn into another fight?
 “Why, pray tell, would I wanna get you liquored up?” You question as you begin to walk up the stairs. 
 “Dunno. Pictures of a drunk Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight that you can post to make me look bad—”
 “You ever regret choosing that for a name?” You interrupt, genuinely curious as you shove your keys into the lock. 
 “Not even a little bit. No one is ever surprised when they meet me, hero name sums up my entire personality,” he chuckles.
 “For once, I have to agree with you.”
 Your unit is small and sparsely decorated. Most of the time spent at home is for eating and sleeping, more often than not out on the streets patrolling or at some boring fucking hero committee meeting you get invited to. 
 “Boots off, please.”
 Bakugou scoffs. “You know how fuckin’ long it takes me to put these on?”
 “That sounds like a you problem. I don’t need you tracking shit on the carpet.”
 He grumbles something under his breath but bends down to start unlacing the hardcore costume boots. Yours are much easier to unzip and kick off, and you don’t miss the way Bakugou smirks when he straightens and finds that you’ve shrunk a few inches, still considerably shorter than him even without his ridiculous platforms. 
 “Wipe that look off your face. You want tea or not?”
 “Am I gonna need to help you reach the shelf it’s on,” he teases, and yeah, this was a bad idea.
 “I know you’re not making fun of me in my own home.”
 “You’d be wrong then.”
 He’s hot on your heels as you walk the few paces into your kitchenette, posts up against the counter as you retrieve the box of tea from the pantry (on a middle shelf so that you don’t have to stand on your tip-toes, thank you). A pot is filled with water, set on the stove, and like that, you both wait for it to start boiling.
 Leaning against the cabinets opposite of Bakugou, you cross your arms over your chest and stare. He’s just how you remember him but… not. Features are harder, jawline sharper, and his frown is somehow even more pronounced. His headpiece is resting on top of the gauntlets next to his boots, so you can see every spike of his hair with nothing to distract you, and you’re alarmed to find that despite its all-over-the-place nature, it looks soft, like you could easily run your fingers—
 You stop that thought before it can get away from you, shaking your head and sighing.
 “What?” He pries.
 You turn back to the pot to find tiny bubbles rising to the surface. “Nothing.”
 He exhales like he’s put out, but you’re too busy once again thinking about how stupid it was to invite him up here. 
 “Why’ve you always hated me so much?”
 The question hangs in the air between you too, thick, heavy, loaded. How are you supposed to answer something like that? The truth, probably. It’s not like it’s embarrassing, but it will no doubt lead to one of many arguments you’re trying to avoid. 
 Back still turned, you counter, “You want me to start from the beginning when you tripped me on our first day, or…”
 “That was just me being a punk kid.”
 You do twist around at that, expression incredulous. “Uh, newsflash, I was also a punk kid.”
 “Okay, new question then. Why’d it take you so long to retaliate?”
 It was sabotage, you remember almost fondly. Loosening screws in his desk so that you could kick one of the supporting rods in the middle of class and make him topple over. That had been a couple days after he’d sprayed you in the face with the water fountain after quirk training. 
 Good times, good times. 
 “It didn’t take me that long, but if you must know, I wasn’t exactly keen on engaging in a four-year rivalry,” you admit with a click of your tongue. “But, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
 “Like, get her ass kicked every other day.”
 “Um, I do recall almost breaking your arm during sparring third year.”
 The little noise he makes is unimpressed. “Barely even a sprain.”
 “Yeah, that’s why you had to have Recovery Girl kiss it better.”
 The water finally comes to a boil, and you dip two teabags into it then spend the next several minutes reminiscing debating past “pranks” that usually ended with one or both of you in the infirmary. 
 “For two people who hated each other, we were pretty, uh… fixated,” Bakugou muses.
 You raise your eyebrows, glancing away. “You said it, not me.”
 “You’re tellin’ me there was really nothing there on your end?” Another inquiry that catches you off guard, but this time instead of looking somewhere else, your eyes snap to his. “Not even a little curiosity?”
 Your gaze narrows, immediately suspicious. “Did you want there to be? Were you curious back then?” 
 “I was a teenage boy. ‘Course I was.”
 It surprises you for some reason, and if you could take another step back, you would, but the countertop is already digging into the small of your back, and to get out of the kitchenette, you’d have to bypass Bakugou which seems like a… not great idea right now. 
 “Years of torment and it was all just, what, a little boy’s sexual frustration?”
 “Well, that and I wasn’t used to anyone challenging me the way you did.”
 “Oh, so I was just special?” God, you hope you don’t sound as flustered as you feel, but the subject at hand is making your face heat and your stomach flip and your hands tremble which you hope he doesn’t notice as you pull the bags out of the tea to throw away.
 “Guess you could say that,” he only halfway confirms, and why is your heart beating so fast? This is Bakugou. Katsuki Bakugou. The guy who made some of your most formative years hell, and you’re, what, getting fucking butterflies?
 “You’re shaking,” he says, much closer than before, so close you can feel his breath ghost over the shell of your ear. It makes you shiver. 
 You're honest when you tell him, “Yeah, ‘cause you’re makin’ me nervous.”
 You reach forward, fingers clumsy as you turn the burner off, then suck in a deep breath and pivot to face him—a mistake considering you’re nearly chest to chest now.
 “Because, Bakugou, I don’t know what you’re playing at right now.”
 Except you think you do. You think you know exactly where this is leading. 
 “You gonna stop me?”
 Your eyes are too wide in your skull, straining, taking in the set of his face. Determination laced with that curiosity he spoke of earlier. Is this just scratching an itch from forever ago? And, if it is, do you really care?
 No. No to that question, and no to his.
 “Tea’s gonna get cold,” you murmur, as if either of you could give a shit. 
 It’s the last thing you manage to get out before he bends to press his mouth to yours, and it’s exactly how you expect Bakugou’s kiss to be—fierce and unforgiving but also hungry, fiery. Passionate. 
 As soon as your lips part, he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth, warm as it moves with yours. One of his hands, larger now than you previously thought, curls around the back of your head, angling you any and every way he wants which is much hotter than you’d like to admit, but then maybe that’s what Bakugou has always been to you: more appealing than you’d like.
 In a swift motion, he scoops you up to set you on the counter a little too close to the stove than you’d normally like, but you’re too wrapped up to worry much about it. About level with his hips now, he has you just close enough to the edge to be able to grind against you just where he wants, just where you want, and the way you moan into the kiss is mildly horrifying, but the reciprocated grunt that rumbles from his throat is extremely satisfying. 
 “Bedroom?” He huffs.
 “Mm, shower, I was sweating earlier,” you try.
 “Don’t care,” he dismisses before ordering, “Wrap your legs around me.”
 A younger version of yourself would have frothed and spit at him, don’t fucking tell me what to do, but not now. Now, you’re busy fitting yourself to him, arms locked around his neck, thighs hiked high as he grips them hard enough to bruise, walking backwards out of the kitchen then letting you direct him to the small room in the back. 
 You’re tossed on the bed and then abandoned as Bakugou sheds his clothes, heavy thunks of various belts and buckles hitting the floor, and while you have the space, you do the same, lifting your hips to shimmy out of your pants then tearing your top over your head. 
 The thought of a shower crosses your mind again, knowing you could use one and he probably could do, but when Bakugou turns to face you, on full display to you for the first time, you come to the conclusion that bathing would be futile as you probably wouldn’t actually do much washing. 
 “Quit starin’, you’re gonna make me blush or some shit.”
 “Oh, please blush,” you giggle, a little shy yourself as you cover your chest when he begins walking toward you. “Give me something new to tease you about.”
 “I don’t think so.”
 He takes one long stride over, and the bed dips when he places a knee on the edge, your entire body tilting toward him and making it even easier for him to reach down and pry your arm away from your torso. 
 "Fuck, you're just as sexy as I thought you'd be," he says, and by the tone of his voice, you can't tell if he's satisfied or upset by this fact. 
 Raising your free hand, you're able to sink your fingers into that soft, blond hair, urging him down to you as you play, "Think about me like this a lot then?" 
 "Tonight, mostly," he tells you sincerely, and you think that's better than him confessing to a legitimate years-long crush. Curiosity at a young age is understandable, but if he told you he had full blown feelings for you back then, you'd probably call him a liar. 
 "Haven't been able to stop thinkin' about this since I found you in the alley," he elaborates, dipping down to nip at your neck then sucking at the offended skin. 
 "So, you covered it up by calling me a bitch?"
 Any snark is lost to the gasp he pulls from you, back arching in an invitation that he takes when he palms your tits. 
 "Old habits die hard." 
 "Tell me about it."
 He bites and sucks a trail down your neck and to your chest, teeth gently closing around the nipple he isn't pinching between two fingers, and your core aches, legs spreading without thought in a silent plea. 
 You got a glimpse of his cock when he'd walked over to the bed, noted its above average size, and the younger you would have been disappointed, always assuming all that Big Dick Energy™ was due to a comically small dick, but here and now, you're so, so glad of the weight of it in your hand when you reach down to stroke him, that his girth is too much to close your fingers around entirely. He's not intimidating, but you know that in time, your eyes will be rolling into the back of your head when he stretches you. 
 There's a bit of desperate fumbling for a while as Bakugou makes his way down your body, groaning regretfully when you lose your grip on his cock, but he seems to forget about it when he drops between your legs and pulls your thighs even further apart. 
 Some men stare. Some tease. Bakugou does neither, immediately burying his face in your dripping pussy, circling your entrance with his tongue, bumping your clit with his nose. Relying on his shoulders to keep you spread for him, he snakes his hands under your ass, gripping each cheek and using them to move you in gentle little jerks—up and down, side to side, like you're riding his face on his terms. 
 Your spine tingles, gut growing hot, because Bakugou looks and feels ravenous as he eats you out, lapping at your wetness when he pushes a finger inside of you, the tip of his tongue laving over the skin that tightens at the intrusion of a second. 
 He's somehow gentle and rough at the same time, in control while losing it, and all you can do is leak all over his face. Your fingers knot in his hair, tugging harder the closer you get, and fuck, is that string pulling tight, threads slowly beginning to snap one by one until it's at its full breaking point, and then—
 "Not just yet, sweetheart," he grins, sitting up on his elbows and aiming a little slap right over your swelling clit. "Wanna draw this out."
 You whine, an honest to God pout tugging your lips downward, but it's only another couple of seconds before you decide there are better things to do with your mouth.
 Slipping out of Bakugou's grasp with limbs like jelly, you slide down to your knees on the floor. He catches on quickly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and spreading his legs for you to kneel between. Up close now, you can really admire his cock, its length and thickness along with its barely-there curve and the vein that runs up the side. 
 That's what you go for first, tracing over the raised skin so lightly it makes Bakugou pant. His fingertips dig into the bedspread for a few moments, but sooner rather than later they're pressing into the back of your skull as he leads you to the head of his cock, flushed with precum beading and dripping from it. 
 "Okay, okay," you laugh airily.
 You don't shake him off when he guides you down, your jaw dropping as you cover your teeth with your lips. He's warm and fat, stretching your mouth as you rub the flat of your tongue back and forth on the underside of his shaft. It's only then that he lets go of you, releasing you as well as a deep groan as he falls back onto the mattress. 
 You drool over his cock, letting spit coat him to make your glide easier, and then you're bobbing your head, taking a little more of him every time. You can't quite get the last inch without pushing yourself too far, so you curl your hand around it, jerking him off as you give what is hopefully the best and sloppiest blowjob he's ever received. 
 His hips jump when your other hand comes up to toy with his balls, massaging and rolling them, giving a slight tug every once in a while. Thighs tense and tighten around you, and even over all your slurping, you can hear the short breaths Bakugou is taking in. He's white-knuckling the sheets again, chest flushed with arousal, and then he's suddenly sitting up and pushing you away. 
 "Alright, stop."
 You bat your eyes up at him. "Why?" 
 "'Cause I'm not about to have you tellin' everyone I’m a quick shot," he answers, then scoots back on the bed and beckons you forward. 
 You go but not before grabbing a condom from the drawer of your nightstand. You're more than happy to fuck Dynamight, but you'll be damned if you end up having his kids. 
 Bakugou takes the foil package from you and tears it open with his canines—of course—then rolls it onto his dick faster than you ever could. 
 "You cool with being on top first?" He asks, and it catches you off guard. So much about him catches you off guard. "Want you to be able to set the pace 'til you're used to me."
 "Yeah, that's—that's fine."
 He helps you climb on top of him, just barely having to tilt his head up to look at you, and with his guiding hands, you slowly begin to lower yourself. 
 Eyebrows going high, you moan just as he hisses, your sore jaw dropping open, and it's just as you thought, that delicious stretch, that satisfying burn that you can feel all the up in your throat. 
 Once fully in his lap, you sit for a few moments, adjusting to the feeling of being this full. You rock your hips, heat flooding you when his cock rubs against the bump that makes your pussy drip, and when he notices, he takes you by the hips and repeats the motion with more force than you allowed yourself. 
 "Ohh fuck—fuck, Bakugou—"
 "Katsuki," he grunts into your ear, nipping at the cartilage in a way that makes goosebumps spring up on your arms and legs. "Just Katsuki now."
 At this point, you'll call him anything he wants you to, unable to think straight as he abuses that spot inside of you so that your eyes begin to water. 
 Fighting against his grip, you raise yourself some before dropping back down, and once that precedent is set, Katsuki assists you with the new rhythm. He lifts his hips to meet yours, fucking up into you while you cream around his cock—fuck, it feels so good, so good—
 "So fucking good, oh my god—"
 "Yeah?" He presses his chest against yours, your sensitive nipples gliding against his slick skin and making you push into him even harder. 
 One hand curled around your back, he flips you both around, on his knees now and tugging you by the legs so that your ass meets his pelvis. 
 The new angle makes you cry out, hands reaching for him, nails scratching down his toned abs so that the muscles jump beneath your touch. 
 "Feel good?" If Katsuki Bakugou were capable of cooing, you think he would be right now, voice a little softer than usual but still full of gravel. 
 "Yeah, fuck yes, right there—"
 He pistons in and out of you, and you can feel wetness coating your inner thighs, dripping down to the curve of your ass. He taps your clit a few times, eliciting a pathetic mewl from you. Katsuki just shushes you, though, soothing the nerves with delicate circles that quickly turn you into a sloppy mess, pussy clenching around him only to loosen again as more fluid trickles out. 
 The sight seems to trap him, fixating on the way you take him, pulsing around his cock, covering him base to tip in slick, gossamer arousal. It prompts him to thrust a little harder, circle a little faster until your eyes bulge and your breath catches. 
 Toes curl, your back arches, and like that you come hard enough to make your head throb. Your orgasm rolls over you in waves, body still sucking Katsuki in every time he fucks into you because he still is, riding out your climax alongside you. 
 And, when it dulls into an easy tide and you sigh, he leans down for a harsh kiss, growling, "So fucking sexy when you come on my cock."
 All you can do is moan in response, meeting his hips weakly, pulling his hair, dragging nails down his chest until he's panting heavier and his rhythm begins to falter. 
 "Can I—can I—' he stutters, and for a moment you think he's asking for permission, but before you can be too surprised (or laugh at him), he finishes, —can I come on your face?"
 In any other state of mind, you'd probably decline, maybe shout a judgmental, what the fuck did you just ask me? but right now you are dazed and pliant. Agreeable. 
 So, all you do is smile lazily and tell him, "Sure."
 Katsuki pulls out almost immediately, tearing the messy condom from his cock and moving forward on his knees to angle himself at your face. You sit up on your elbows to help him out, closing your eyes and bracing yourself as the slick sound of him jerking himself off fills the room. 
 It's the last warning you get before warm strings of cum start hitting your face, viscous as it drips downward. A line lands over one of your eyes, all but gluing it shut, while another coats your lips, your neck, the last load hitting just above your tits. 
 His hand slows, milking the last couple drops from his spent cock, and then he sighs and falls forward only to catch himself on the hand that's suddenly planted on the mattress next to you. 
 Opening the eye you can, you're not surprised to find him staring at you, smirking at you. 
 "Take a picture. It'll last longer," you tease after licking some of the cum from your lips. 
 He chuckles, reaching up to thumb away the string across your closed eye, then utters an unsurprising, "Don't tempt me."
 Before he can wipe his seed on your bedspread, you grab his hand and suck it from the coated digit. He blinks at you in what could either be awe or post-orgasm bliss, simply swaying when you leave his side to stand up. 
 "That did not disappoint," you say in a strained voice, arms high above your head as you stretch. "Now, I'm gonna shower 'cause I am filthy, and you're more than welcome to join me."
 He does join you. And, afterwards he joins you for re-warmed tea. Then a movie on the couch. Then falling asleep in your bed. 
 Maybe it was a one-off and you'll be back at each other's throats in a few days, or maybe high school really is just water under the bridge. 
 Whatever the case, once a full twenty-four hours have passed—a few texts sent back and forth—you come to the conclusion that you're gonna have to learn to work with pro hero Dynamight one way or another just as your PR teams are about to have to learn because staring at you on the homepage of your news app is a photo of you, clad in a skimpy robe and slippers, walking Katsuki out to his motorcycle the morning after your escapade. 
 Your phone starts ringing before you even close out of the article, 'Lord Explosion Idiot' displayed in bright letters. 
 You accept the call with a laugh. 
 "You ready for this shitstorm?" He asks without pause. 
 "Ready as I'll ever be."
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chicoree · 16 days ago
on edge
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Pairing: Bakugou x f!Reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY edging, orgasm denial, squirting, slight cumeating/degradation, aged up characters
A/N: Thank you to @vanille–kiss and @lemonadencran​ for beta reading! Let’s celebrate my brain letting me write more than 1k! 
WC: 2.9K
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“Tell me when you’re close.”
Bakugou watches you, eyes bright, narrowed, as your mouth parts. He shifts a little closer to you, the mattress dipping under his weight, sliding you towards him a little more. You arch your back, hips grinding against his hand as your eyes slip closed.
“Hey.” A rough hand grabs at your chin, thumbing along the swell of your lower lip, pressing down until your lashes flatter and you meet his gaze. He’s smirking, the barest tilt of his mouth before it fades as he demands, “Look at me, and tell me when you’re gonna cum.”
“Yeah,” you whimper when he slips his hand out from between your legs, deliberately dragging his fingers along the line of your slit. You think you hear a stifled snicker when your breath hitches, toes curling at the low, simmering pleasure that spreads along your nerves.
“Yeah?” It’s not fair how pretty he is like this, hungry and dangerous, his pants slung low and undone along the narrow line of his hips. He shifts closer and the fabric pulls taut along the length of his cock, the sight of it making your mouth dry. “You getting close? Gonna cum for me soon?”
Slowly, his fingers slide back inside you and you fight to keep your eyes open, to keep them trained on his. The stretch, the feeling of being filled just enough has you squirming a little in the sheets. If he would just curl his fingers a little more, or slide his thumb along your clit, then maybe—
As if he read your mind, there’s the mind-numbing press of his fingers along your g-spot and careful circle of his thumb along your clit.
“Shit—” You suck in a sharp breath, eyes watering as your body tenses. You already know what he’s going to ask; it’s the same thing he’s been asking for the better part of half an hour, voice warm and husky,
“You gonna cum?”
You’d snap at him if you weren’t so close to tipping over the edge, if he wasn’t dragging his other hand up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, squeezing appreciatively as he goes.
You flick your eyes down, drinking in the bare expanse of his torso, the rise and fall of his chest, the dark smattering of hair that trails down his abdomen. You can’t help but squirm again, feeling the flex of your walls around his fingers, the way your calves and legs draw tight as you grit out, “No.”
Bakugou huffs, voice dropping impossibly lower, gravelly and amused as he fucks his fingers in and out of you a little faster. “No? Y’sure about that?”
The wet squelch of his touch is almost enough to send you over, but you just need a little longer…
“N-no.” Even you can tell you’re lying. The tremor in your voice gives you away, the droop of your eyes and the way your head tips back a little. He’s always liked that about you, though, the way you bare yourself before him, exposing the vulnerable column of your throat to the bruising nip of his teeth.
His fingers curl a little meaner inside you, pressing hard against the soft, spongy spot in your pussy, dragging a wail from your mouth as he pulls his hand free.
“No, no, no, Katsuki—”
“C’mon,” he all but purrs, his smile growing a little sharper as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You pout in response, refusing to indulge him—to indulge yourself. “’M gonna make you feel good, just wait a—”
If he keeps talking, you really will snap at him. Desperate, you slide your mouth along his, sucking and biting at his lower lip, trying to catch one thick, muscle thigh between your own. For a second you succeed, smearing your wetness along the length of his jeans, humming and shivering at the ripple of want that rolls through you. You bite harder than usual at his mouth when he shifts away, trying and failing to hide the blooming desire in your eyes when he forces your hips down to the mattress, his palms branding your skin.
“I wanna cum now.” This is new for both of you, you know—this desperation, this petulance. He’s arching an eyebrow and you’re heating from embarrassment, but he’s never taken quite so long to give you what you want before. “Please? Just let me—”
“No.” His hands grab yours before they can slip between your bodies, one angling for the thick cock you know is aching to be freed, the other to slip along your folds. “Just fuckin’—trust me. You’ll like it; I promise.”
“How do you know that?” you snipe, as if he hasn’t pulled you apart in this very bed a countless number of times, as if there wasn’t one memorable occasion where all it took was him holding you in his lap, whispering in your ear, and bouncing, bouncing, bouncing you on his thigh—
He chuckles, pressing both your wrists into one big palm up above your head so his fingers can find their way to your folds once more.
“’Cause I know you.” His mouth drags hot up along your jaw, lips attaching to the spot just below your ear as he hums, “and I know what you like.”
You clamp down immediately, the warm slick gushing past his fingers making you jolt in his grip, your arms tugging uselessly upwards.
He pauses, pushing up on his forearm, digging his fingers into your flesh a little harder. You can see the slow flick of his eyes down to your pussy then up to your face as he licks his kiss-bitten lips.
“That’s new.”
“Shut up.” You tug futilely in his grasp again, hating the way heat simmers in your belly at the smug grin spreading slowly along his face.
“Do it again.”
“I’m not a goddamn water fountain—”
“Do it again and I’ll let you cum.”
It’s your turn to pause, spine turning to jelly when he bullies his fingers back inside you, pressing them as deep as they’ll go. You can feel the third finger he’s slipped inside you, warming at the knowledge that it hadn’t met any resistance at all—that it hadn’t been accompanied by any discomfort. You must’ve soaked through the entire mattress by now with how wet you are—
There’s a lewd, squelching noise when he slides his fingers back, and you mewl at the feeling, heating at the sound. You must be—
“So fuckin’ wet,” Bakugou murmurs, eyes fixated on your cunt. “Do it again, sweetheart. Lemme see.”
“Katsuki, I can’t—”
“What? You don’t wanna cum?”
Oh, he’s deliberately being an asshole now, isn’t he? He’s never been one to look innocent but he’s particularly bad at it now, raising his brows, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.
You can bow off the mattress as much as you want, you can squeeze your legs as much as you want, but you don’t have the first idea about how you’re going to squirt again.
“I don’t—” You roll your hips in time with his hand as he pumps it in and out of you, trying to match his pace, trying not to tug the sheets off the mattress. “I don’t know how—”
“Need something bigger?”
He has to know what he’s doing speaking like that. Your suspicions are confirmed when your walls squeeze and his head snaps back down to your glistening cunt, his stare boring into the obscene stretch of your entrance around his fingers.
“Yeah, you do.”
You barely have enough time to cringe at the wet sound of his hand leaving your body before Bakugou is standing above you, the mattress shaking with his frenzied movements as he shucks his pants and kicks them gracelessly over the side of the bed. You’d forgotten in this moment, as desperate and wanting as you were, that he was putting himself through the same torture he was inflicting on you. It’s a fact you’re reminded of as he rolls his underwear down, the waistband dragging along the swollen shaft of his cock. It’s flushed darker than usual—glistening wetter than usual, the tip still drooling a sticky line of precum that stretches thin as he tugs off his boxer-briefs.
You swallow as you watch it smack against his belly, bobbing as he falls back to his knees between your parted legs. Unthinking, you spread them apart a little more, desperate to entice him closer, to fuck you how you want.
“Didn’t even have to ask,” he rasps, pinching at your waist, grinning at your indignant expression. He’s quick to soothe you though, fingers sliding through the mess your pussy has made, groaning when you keen as he pinches at your clit. “Fuck, you’re gonna feel so good.”
You can’t tell if he’s talking about the pay-off from his careful attention earlier, or if he’s talking about the excited twitch of his cock when it bumps hot and heavy against your greedy hole. He sucks in a sharp breath and you try to remember to breathe when he starts to press in, your hands flying to his wrists.
“Katsuki—Katsuki, wait.”
His eyes snap up to yours, brow pinched, jaw clenched, his hips rutting forward, then back. “What? What is it?”
You have to scramble to put your thoughts in order again, too caught up in the feeling of him barely pressing in before drawing back.
“If—” Your chest feels tight, heart beating rabbit quick as you fight to push the words from your mouth. “’M gonna cum.”
“Yeah, that’s the plan—”
“If you put it in now ‘m gonna cum.”
It’s supposed to be a warning, but all Bakugou does is laugh, short, breathless, eyes feverish as they flicker back down to your drooling pussy.
“Oh yeah?” He slicks the blunt head through your folds again, watching it catch the edge of your cunt. “Never said you could, though.”
“You’re not allowed to. Not yet.”
His hips press forward and you squeal, trying to scramble away even as one of his hands anchors you in place. He squeezes at the give of your waist once, a lingering press that doesn’t relent until you look at him.
“Don’t fuckin’ cum yet.”
He says it as he surges forward, cock spreading you open, stretching your eager walls and filling you so deep, full, there’s too much—
You feel the heat radiating from his chest as he drapes himself over you, his mouth darting along the curve of your cheeks, across the bridge of your nose as you jolt beneath him, struggling to keep your orgasm at bay. Your lashes are thick with tears by the time you manage to meet his eye, lip caught hard between your teeth as your nails dig into his shoulders.
“Not yet.” There’s still that demand in his voice even as desperate as he is, his eyes searching yours. Slowly you let your lip pop free, inhaling shakily when he brushes a kiss across it. “Just a little more.”
You’re helpless, unable to do anything but watch when Bakugou props himself up to adjust so that his forehead is dropping to yours, eyes trained on drag of his cock out of your body. It’s gleaming, slick with your arousal and his, and he groans at the sight.
“Fuck. Just wait—”
For the second time tonight, you don’t know if he’s talking to you or himself; if you’re honest you don’t really care, too enraptured with the feeling of him inside you. He’s right; he does know what you like. It’s clear in the way he’s fucking you, the careful roll and grind of his body pinpointing every aching nerve-ending inside you. Even the sight of his body flexing as he thrusts into you has your breath hitching as you watch the flex and release of every muscle.
“You feel it?” His mouth grazes along yours. “In there?”
“Mm.” You slot your mouth against his, dizzy with the taste of him, the swirl of his tongue along yours.
“Oi,” he parts from you with a wet smack, laughing when you search for his mouth again. “Fuckin’ brat. I asked you a question.”
“Do you feel it?” Bakugou slips an arm beneath you, the firm muscle of his forearm fitting along the curve of your lower back, hitching your hips higher as he fucks into you deeper, hitting something so good your mind whites out, pushing out a breathy,
“Oh. Katsuki—”
“Well? Do you?” He sounds insufferably smug, pressing deep to hold himself there, to feel the clamp of your legs around his waist, to hear your unhappy cry when he untangles himself from your hold to sit back on his legs. “Right here.”
He presses a palm flat to your belly and slides it down beneath your belly button, eyes searching yours.
His cock pulls out then fucks in, short, slow, and your eyes fly wide open.
“Wait—Katsuki, I think I’m gonna—”
Your voice stutters to a halt at the positively feral expression on his face, the open hunger in the part of his mouth as his gaze snaps back down to your pussy.
“Yeah.” He drags his cock out and then thrusts back in, groaning at the clench of your pussy and the startled gasp you let out. “That’s the fucking plan.”
What if you make a mess? What if it isn’t what he thinks it is? You can’t help it, mind running wild as you scramble to hold back the rising tide of your pleasure. There’s this awful, lurking fear that it’ll disgust him in spite of him asking for it; that it’s not going to be what he wanted; that it’s going to ruin all this build-up and effort and—
“Hey.” You keen when Bakugou sweeps his thumb along your clit, your worries melting with each, sure stroke of his finger. “Focus on me.”
He’s glaring at you, the deep furrow of his brow making the red of his eyes that much darker. His cheeks are flushed, chest glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as he lifts your hips a little higher, angling you until you’re wailing that it’s too much as he fucks you faster, harder, eyes darting between the jiggle of your tits and the smear of slick along your thighs and up his abs.
“Look at you—fuck, look at you, dirty fuckin’ girl. Making a goddamn mess all over me.” He growls when he feels your cunt spasm, balls drawing tight.
“Cum. C’mon, cum.” Bakugou swipes at your clit dragging your wetness up along your belly, pressing down firm, steady, making you kick your feet as he pants, “Squirt for me an’ I’ll fill you up—promise, ‘m gonna stuff you fucking’ full—”
Whatever grip you’d had on your self-control is lost at that. You don’t see the mess you make on him, vision filled with stars as you cum, your hands flying to your mouth to try and put a stop to the torrent of moans that slip from your tongue. He was right—he was right. It was worth it, waiting that long, listening to what he said, doing what he said. The feeling of letting go, of finally flying over the edge is so delicious you almost miss him swearing, ragged and loud, the bed shaking as he surges forward.
There’s a loud smack as Bakugou fumbles for the headboard, as he fucks into you fast, using the bed as leverage to bully his cock as deep as he can as he cums. Maybe it’s the unending squeeze of your walls but he feels bigger than usual, like he’s cumming more than usual, cock twitching inside you as he releases rope after rope of his seed.
“Fuck.” In a rare turn of events, he sounds winded, delirious, flopping on top of you. It’s a testament to the haze of endorphins you’re floating in that you don’t smack at him until he rolls off of you, relishing instead the grounding feeling of his body atop yours. His cock gives another kick inside you and you moan, walls clenching in response as Bakugou hisses. “Fuck.”
Again, your walls spasm, your body shivering at the gravel in his voice, the fumble of his hand up to your chest to palm at your tits.
“Think you can give me one more?” Your breathless no is betrayed by the tightening of your body, the warmth stirring in your belly. “You sure about that?”
It’s your turn to hum in thought, your turn to press your smile against the edge of Bakugou’s cheek as you stretch your arms above your head and relish the feeling.
You flush when his cock slips free, the deluge of cum sliding onto the heavily soiled sheets making your pussy throb. You know what happens next—or at least what usually happens next, But with this new turn of events…
Bakugou, reliable as always, shimmies his way down between your legs, dragging you over to a relatively clean part of the mattress, ignoring the trail of cum and sweat he leaves behind in favour of eyeing your pussy.
“Just like before, got it?” His eyes are bright when he looks up at you, the wicked curve of his smile disappearing between your thighs as he licks a slow stripe up your slit. “Don’t cum until I say you can.”
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crewella · a month ago
Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.
Notes| pls don’t follow me for katsuki content lol. unedited and short. read at your own risk.
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“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.
He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.
Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.
“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”
Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”
Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.
“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”
You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.
You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.
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bakupom · 12 days ago
𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 - 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ↣ 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ↣ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿
𝐰/𝐜 ↣ 𝟢.𝟧𝗄
𝐚/𝐧  ↣ 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗈𝗅 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 😭
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“hey, come to the bathroom real quick” you read from your phone after receiving a text from bakugou. you sighed and got out of bakugou’s cozy bed, heading for the bathroom to see what he wanted. 
“what do you want katsuki? you were supposed to come back to your room like 10 minutes ago so we could watch a movie.” you huffed as you walked into the bathroom and were greeted by bakugou who was only wearing a towel around his waist. 
“stop being such a brat, it didn’t even take that long. anyways, i called you in here because i need your help.” he declared.
“YOU need MY help? the world is ending.” you joked while giggling to yourself.
“oh just shut up” bakugou grumbled while holding back a smile. without any warning, he wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you up onto the bathroom counter.
“are you trying to fuc—”
“don’t.” bakugou quickly said before you even got to finish your sentence. “shave my face.” he continued while handing you a razor and shaving cream. 
“and you couldn’t do this yourself because…?” you laughed while grabbing the supplies from him.
“i like it when you do it. plus, i’m tired” he stated simply.
“fine you manchild. first, let’s swap positions” you said while stepping down from the counter.
“why? you won’t be able to reach me from there” he questioned confusedly while complying nonetheless.
“so i can do this” you said before getting back up to sit on his lap while wrapping your legs around him.
“so damn clingy” bakugou said in fake annoyance while trying to hide the blush creeping upon his face.
“you know you love it”  you said before you both landed into a comfortable silence while you shaved his stubble. looking up at him, you saw him already staring at you. 
“why are you staring at me you creep?” you joked while breaking the silence.
“because you’re so beautiful” bakugou freely complimented you without holding back or throwing in an insult.
“that’s how i know you’re tired” you laughed.
 “am i not allowed to compliment my girlfriend? i should’ve just called you ugly” he said while yawning and nuzzling his head into your chest as he wrapped his arms around your body. 
“katsu get off, you’re getting shaving cream on me! i have one more spot left.” you said while trying to free yourself from his grip.
“no. i’m tired. we’re going to bed now.” he mumbled before lifting himself up with you still on him and carrying you both to his bed.
reaching his room, he plopped you down on his bed and you looked at him with a scowl on your face.
“why are you looking at me like that?” he questioned, not laying down until you answered him.
“you got shaving cream all over my shirt.”
“stop whining, you know you can wear one of mine.” he sighed while handing you an oversized shirt from his closet. 
“yay!” you cheered while swapping your shirts.
“let’s go to sleep now” he sighed in relief as he entered the warmth of his bed and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist with you facing him.
“katsuki?” you said softly while stroking his face gently.
“hmm?” we hummed while nuzzling his face further into your hands.
“you know you’re going to have one patch of hair left on your face and you’re gonna look like an idiot, right?”
“go to hell”
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natsuonii · 3 days ago
here is my hand that will not harm you.
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pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem! reader
words: 7.6k
cw/tw: bodyguard/special agents au (both bakugou and reader are bodyguards), guns, mild injuries + blood, mild violence, mentions of scars on bakugou and reader, reader has body + pubic hair, bakugou lifts reader, oral + fingering (f → receiving), unprotected sex + creampie
— You lean against the wall and ask, “Looking forward to dressing up again?”
Another page flip, he gifts you with a ghost of a smile and a flicker of eye contact. You’ll take that as a yes. —
✰ ✰ ✰
You love your job. It’s hard to explain to people what exactly it is you do, though. The way you describe it, you could be mistaken for a spy. You don’t rappel down from ceilings or diffuse bombs, you don’t download intel onto a thumb drive or speak a dozen languages, you’re really just on security detail for your company most of the time. Your agency is fairly exclusive too, it only lets people use their services for very high prices. 
You’re allowed to live a mostly normal life with decent pay, and for that you are grateful. Sure, there are a few downsides, occasionally you’re forced to move, twice you’ve had to briefly use a false identity; but, now with your higher seniority in the company, you’ve been allowed to be selective about which ops you work, you’ve been able to choose to stay in one city, long term. The only drawback there? Not being able to select your own partner. Well, you win some, you lose some.
You’ve had several partners through the last few years, no one to write home about until Katsuki Bakugou was selected to work with you. You appreciate his work hard and take no shit attitude, even if others at your agency say he’s abrasive and short-tempered. 
You think his sharp tongue and piercing eyes are charming, even a little funny sometimes. You can tell he means well, he’s just not… well-versed, socially. And, despite watching him tell off people before, he’s never raised his voice at you, never once been mean to you. Not to say he’s been incredibly friendly, it took him a few weeks to warm up to you. You remember realizing his terse, clipped sentences had morphed into something you’d dare to call camaraderie, past tactful politeness, and into a real friendship. Still a new feeling, but one you revel in, using your unofficial and unspoken status to tease him openly and without repercussion.
“Ready for tonight?” you say with a smile, adjusting your hidden gun holster on the inside of your blazer.
“You say that like you’re going a fuckin’ date,” Bakugou grumbles as he finishes loading a clip into your pistol’s magazine.
He tosses the metal to you and you catch it effortlessly, clicking it into your gun. You double-check the safety before tucking the pistol into your holster, “It wouldn’t hurt for you to get excited for once. And I’m surprised you even know what a date is! You’ve definitely never been on one,” you tease.
He scowls across the room as he drapes his undone tie over the back of his neck, quick to perfectly knot it, “Shut it, I'm single for a reason.”
“It’s a distraction,” you say in unison, you’ve heard him give you that excuse a thousand times. Your imitation of him is perfect, down to the inflection and the little scowl that tugs at his lips when he says it.
You laugh at the way he pouts, not that he’d ever admit that the Katsuki Bakugou pouts, “I know, Bakugou, I know.”
As much as he tries to pretend otherwise, Bakugou’s not completely unaffected by other people, you know he’s occasionally slept with coworkers to let off steam— never clients, and certainly not you. He insists on staying strictly professional partners as long as your agency has you paired up. And yet he always gets huffy and short when you bring up your own rendezvous, you only tell him the details because you find the way his face pinches up very amusing, it’s entertained you a great deal during the last few months together.
There are no chances of getting lucky tonight however, with or without Bakugou, you’ve got a job to do. It’s supposed to be simple but enough to keep both of you busy: guard and protect the client while he conducts a meeting, keep your ears shut, don’t ask questions. Get in, get out. 
Things never go as planned.
One of your client’s associates pulls a gun on him, you’d had a feeling the business was shady. Bakugou takes the assailant down as you guide your client out, unfortunately not before shots are exchanged on either side. A bullet grazes your ribs, slicing through your blazer and crisp white shirt, another pierces your thigh. You grunt and grit your teeth, finding the will to keep moving through the burning pain and get into the armored car. You’ve got a job to do, you can worry about your injuries later.
You’ve managed to get the VIP out and back to safety, something the man pathetically thanks you for with a trembling lower lip, not even noticing the dark wetness of blood on your suit. You give him a stern nod, tell him you were just doing your job, then you demand that he give you his belt.
As you tighten it around your thigh to stop most of your bleeding, you bark out, “Step on it.”
He glances back in the rearview before he does as you say. You don’t know how much of the damage he noticed, but your tone got across that it was urgent, and not just for the sake of your client.
The client is dropped off and you’re back at base before you know it. Bakugou throws the car into park, then he’s at your door in what feels like a millisecond, you hear the car keys clatter to the floor as you clamber out, stubbornly trying to walk on your own.
“Sorry about the blood,” you grunt as Bakugou catches you when you stumble, “I bet they’re gonna take the cleaning fee outta my fucking paycheck.”
Your makeshift tourniquet and your hands’ steady, heavy pressure on your thigh during the ride only did so much. Definitely enough to save you without permanent damage, but not enough to leave you completely unscathed.
“You’re worrying about that now?” he almost shouts, obviously trying to keep his voice level. You watch him try to figure out if your thigh is the only injury you have.
“My rib is hit too,” you hiss as he helps you into the building, letting him all but drag you into the bathroom off of your room, “I think the bullet just grazed it though.”
He eases you down to sit on the closed toilet seat, instructing you to stick your legs out and lean back so you don’t aggravate your thigh even more. You suck in a slow breath and he carefully peels your blazer off, you look down as he unbuttons your shirt, “The moisture-wicking fabric works!” you joke, very deliberately keeping the panic you feel buzzing in your chest out of your voice.
He huffs something to the effect of that not being funny, then he helps remove your pants and shirt, leaving you in your underwear.
“This ain’t distracting you?” you say as he inspects you, waggling your brows in an effort to ignore the nausea churning your stomach.
“Shoulda been a comedian,” he huffs under his breath, quickly shedding you of the rest of your clothes and assessing you, “You wouldn’t get shot in that line of work.”
“Not as fun though,” you should be looking down at your wounds to see if they’re as bad as they feel, but you can’t seem to take your eyes off the furrow of his brow.
He looks up, meeting your eyes. Bakugou looks like he wants to say something. A few options flit through your mind— I should’ve been faster, I should’ve clocked him before he reached for his gun, I should’ve taken the bullet. But he doesn’t speak. He just nods before he leaves the bathroom, quick to gather supplies. You close your eyes and tip your head back, breathing in deeply through your nose before you realize something.
“You should call the medic.”
“It’ll take ‘em too long,” he says as he returns, the first aid kit secure in his hand, “I can do just as good of a job. Don’t you trust me?”
“Yea,” you breathe, not even needing to think twice, “I do.”
Bakugou gives you an affirming hum and washes his hands thoroughly before he kneels, the foot of your injured leg between his knees, “Just hit the outside, didn’t really go through you,” he tells you under his breath, his fingers surprisingly delicate on your thigh, “Lucky you.”
“Too bad I don’t feel very lucky,” you hiss as he presses a fresh bandage to the side of your thigh to gauge the bleeding.
“Keep talkin’,” he murmurs as he sets off to work, evidently the bleeding has slowed enough to have him deem you out of the danger zone, “Distract yourself.”
You click your tongue in distaste, you’d rather doze off but you know he’s got the right idea. You start babbling about nothing in particular; a movie you watched, a coworker you both dislike, your plans for your days off, whatever comes to mind, Bakugou replies often enough to keep you engaged.
This is really the first time a job has gone sour on you two. Before tonight, the worst injury either of you had dealt with since working together were bruises, sprains, Bakugou had a minor concussion once. Guns had been drawn at least twice before, but you’d managed to de-escalate the situation before anyone pulled a trigger. Oh well, no one’s luck lasts forever.
You keep talking, opening your eyes to watch Bakugou once your nausea has passed and your heart is back at a normal rate. Even though his face is all pinched, brows furrowed and a familiar pout settled on his lips, even though his voice is still gruff, his hands on you are gentle, tender. 
You always suspected he had a milder side to him, something quiet and melancholic about him had you trying to peek past that spiky exterior, curious to see what he’s like beneath the armor. Stolen, secret moments you’d hoarded— him softly humming in the kitchen when he thought he was alone, the faintest curling of his lip when he’d read something funny, making extra food when he insisted he was only cooking for himself only to make you eat it— you’re happy to have collected another memory. Even if the circumstances are less than optimal.
“You should shower before you apply your bandages,” he says, interrupting your train of thought. It’s probably for the best, though. Thinking of your coworker turned friend like this will do you no good in the long run, you should’ve cut this part of your mind out long ago.
“You’re right, I’m good from here on out. Thank you, Baku—”
“Shut up,” he grumbles, “In the state you’re in? No way, ‘m gonna help.” 
He says it with finality, but you know that if you pushed he would leave you be. Most likely hovering by the door, listening intently for any distress, but he would let you shower alone. You pause for a moment, weighing your options. Well, you’ve already seen each other nude, kind of hard not to when living and working together the way you do, and you really could use the help.
“Okay,” you nod, “Thank you.”
He turns the water on before he’s helping you out of your underwear, very pointedly not ogling, even though he’s seen you naked before, “Don’t thank me. This is my fault.”
“It’s not,” you reply, knowing it’s the truth, “It’s no one’s fault. Well, maybe just the guy who shot me.”
He huffs, Bakugou-speak for I disagree but we can drop it for now, and starts to undress too. He keeps his white undershirt and slacks on, his shoes kicked off into a corner as he helps you stand. You grip at his biceps, your elbows held securely in his hands, you can feel the way he holds you up, it’s strangely thrilling. You’re directed to the tiled seat jutting out of the wall, the water just shy of reaching you.
You move to cross your arms over your chest but he stops you, “Your rib,” he reminds you.
“Oh,” you’d been completely distracted by your thigh, in all honesty.
“I’ll be quick,” he promises, helping you clean yourself in the most clinical way possible.
His serious expression should be comical to you, it almost always is, but now you’re suddenly… shy? It must be the blood loss, normally you can reign yourself in, at least until you’re alone. Embarrassed heat crawls up your neck, but thankfully the shower is quick. Bakugou sets a towel down on the toilet seat before he helps you sit down on it, quickly patting you dry with another towel before he pulls out gauze and tape from the first aid kit.
“I can do this part myself, Bakugou,” you try to insist, your voice not coming out as steady as you would’ve liked.
He rolls his eyes, shaking his head at your stubbornness, “Just let me work.”
You bite your tongue as he bandages you up. It’s quick, standard procedure, but now that the adrenaline has almost fully left your body, your eyes are drooping. He notices quickly, of course he does. So, once he’s done, he helps you to your bed.
“You wanna eat or sleep?” he asks as he tosses you your pajamas.
“Sleep,” you yawn, already trying to stand to tug on your pants without his help.
“Quit it,” he barks without any real heat, and you concede, too tired to fight.
“Nice workin’ with you,” you say genuinely you settle under the covers, holding your fist up as he pulls the covers over your legs.
Bakugou lifts one of his brows for a moment before he huffs and gives you the fist bump you’re waiting for, “I’m always nice to work with.”
You bark out a laugh, surprised. The way Bakugou's face twists in confusion only makes you laugh harder, only having to taper off due to the sharp pain in your side. You cringe and grit your teeth, Bakugou's hand settles heavy and arm against your injured ribs as if to steady them while you suck in some shallow breaths. An amused smile and a pained grimace mixed together on your face, “You’re a pain to work with,” your voice is affectionate when you say it, no bite or malice, you know he can hear it.
“I’m still the best,” he murmurs, suddenly quiet as he rubs his thumb over your bandage for a brief moment before he pulls away, “I’ll fill out the report, and I’m gonna call the medic to get you properly checked out. Now get some rest.”
Your eyes slip shut as he steps away from your bedside, “Thanks, Bakugou.”
What a way to start your week.
Bedrest is a pain, as always. 
Your whole body seems to vibrate with the need to leap up and follow Bakugou each time he leaves without you on a job. He doesn’t seem too upset that you’re not tagging along, but he must feel bad for you in some way. He leaves you little gifts, mostly food he makes, claiming that the stuff you make isn’t going to help you heal faster.
You always eat his meals with a smile on your face, teasing him that he just wants you to heal ‘cause he misses you. Bakugou rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, all dramatics, but he never denies it. It’s the little things that make your forced vacation bearable. Physical therapy isn’t so bad either, it gives you a distraction two days a week, keeps you from going totally stir crazy. And, before you know it, you’re cleared for action, your only reminder of your wounds are the scars.
You’re not that lucky though. Of course, since the universe hasn’t screwed you over enough, there’s a lull in jobs. The long-term ops have already been covered, and Bakugou’s temporary partner has been paired to another agent since you’re back. So now all you can do is wait. 
But at least you get to wait around with Bakugou. Going through your first real injury on the job with him, paired with his own brand of gentleness while you healed up, you've found yourself even closer to him. Your time together has really solidified you as good friends, but the time alone had also given your little crush to develop into something more… substantial.
You’ve started to wonder if being a distraction would be so bad, you at least want to know if he's a good kisser. But every flirtation is brushed off, even the very obvious cheesy teases are shut down. It stings a little, you won’t lie. Would the two of you be so bad together? You try not to dwell on it, but it is difficult now that you know how gentle his brutal hands can be.
“Quit starin’,” Bakugou grumbles.
Too bad staring is all you really can do until your next job is confirmed, it should be soon, but there’s still more than enough time to laze about between weekly sessions at the range and the gym.
You don’t look away, thoughtfully chewing an apple as you watch him lightly lick the tip of his index finger to flip a page. You almost laugh at the action, so delicate it’s almost out of place. You swallow your mouthful of fruit to ask, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very pretty?”
He sticks a finger between the pages before shutting it so he doesn’t lose his place when he looks up at you, “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
Well-trained agent he is, he gives very little tells as to what you’ve made him feel. No amount of training can curb the way his ears turn pink though. Interesting.
“No,” you answer honestly, fiddling with the stem of the apple as you smile across the room. Bakugou holds your gaze for a heartbeat longer before he turns back to his book, but you’re not done yet, “I don’t have a better view either.”
“Shut up,” he huffs without any venom, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand as he closes his eyes, “At least let me read in silence.”
You take another bite of your apple, not bothering to muffle the crunch. You watch him scrunch his nose, but he doesn’t say anything else, he just picks up where he left off in his book. You watch him for a little while longer as you finish your snack. You stand, feeling his eyes on you as you toss the apple core into the trash. When you turn back to him though, he’s seemingly fully engrossed in his novel. 
You lean against the wall and ask, “Looking forward to dressing up again?”
Another page flip, he gifts you with a ghost of a smile and a flicker of eye contact. You’ll take that as a yes.
Bakugou’s small glimmer of enthusiasm doesn’t last when you’re both briefed on the next job. 
You’re playing undercover bodyguard, posing as the client’s date so you can stay near him through the night, and Bakugou is going to be the more obvious security detail, tasked with guarding you both. He’s made his unhappiness about your closeness to the client very apparent, and the rational part of your brain knows that his feelings are justified based on what happened to you on your last outing in the field, but a part of you feels like he doesn’t trust your skills.
You don’t tell him how you feel slighted by his attitude, you tell yourself that you’ll get over it and leave your feelings at the door so you can do your job, but it doesn’t work. The atmosphere in the house has taken a nosedive, not hostile or outright negative but there is a tension that settles heavy over your shoulders each time you and Bakugou are in the same room.
Bakugou doesn’t seem to sense it as much as you do, he keeps bringing up the subject, pressing on it like a bruise, seemingly uncaring of the way you bristle and try to change the topic. A few days before the job, the two of you review the info you have. And, like clockwork, he asks, again, if you’re sure you can handle it.
You slap the file in front of you shut with a little more force than necessary, sighing deeply as you cross your arms over your chest, “What's your problem, Bakugou?”
“Do you not trust that I can do my job? I’ve been cleared by the medics, you know,” his expression doesn’t change so you continue, trying a different tactic this time, “It’s not like I’m going on a real date, I’m not gonna be ‘distracted’, so what’s with the attitude?”
“There’s no problem,” Bakugou says, his body language tightens up, his face pinches sourly, “Forget about it.”
You don’t try to stop him as he leaves the room, letting him cool off in privacy is always the best course of action in these cases. 
You don’t really get the chance to talk to Bakugou before you both are outfitted with expensive clothes and hidden weapons, thigh to thigh in the backseat of the company car and being driven to 
Jealous? you mouth at him over your shoulder, dramatically laying your hand over your fake date’s, linking your fingers together. Bakugou just huffs quietly, rolling his eyes at your little tease. You stick your tongue out as subtly as you can and turn away, maybe you two will be fine after all.
The client leans over, smiling like nothing is wrong, but he tells you the code that signals that he needs to be escorted out, quickly. Even with some of your attention on Bakugou, you’d also noticed the building aggression of the people across from you.
“Hey, sweetheart, show me where the restroom is,” you say softly, giving the others at the table an apologetic smile, “Excuse us, we’ll be right back.”
You do your job, you do it well. Your client is safe, hidden, and waiting in the car. The only problem is that you’ve lost Bakugou. Well, you know he’s still inside, but he’s not answering his comms, so you decide to head back inside and find him yourself.
You head back to the main room where you left him, but he’s nowhere to be found. You try your best not to sprint down empty halls, pausing at closed doors to listen in. You hear the thud hand to hand fighting. Bakugou’s gun must’ve jammed, he prefers to be efficient in taking out adversaries, good thing you’re here to rescue him. 
You pull the small pistol off of your leg before you throw open the door and shout, “Duck!”
Bakugou doesn’t even look back, recognizing that it’s your voice, and he drops to his knees in an instant. The man he was fighting manages to blurt out a: “What the f—?” before you fire.
You miss on purpose, the bullet whizzes by his ear before Bakugou swings his leg out, knocking the other man off his balance and careening to the floor. His head hits heavy against the ground, knocking him out, but you keep your gun trained on him until Bakugou slaps his face a few times to make sure he’s really down for the count.
You rush to his side as he stands, your hands already reaching up to check his face, “I’m fine,” he grumbles as you inspect his face. 
Bakugou’s a good fighter, the other guy only got a few solid hits in. Besides Bakugou’s knuckles, a busted lip and an angry bruise beginning to bloom across his jaw seem to be the only damage. You brush some hair out of his eyes before you step back, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Thanks for the help,” he rasps, swiping the back of his hand against his bloody lip before he undoes his tie, all but ripping it off, “Let’s get out of here.”
You watch him out of the corner of your eye the whole drive back. Counting his breaths, counting each street light that passes over his tired face, counting the clack of heels up the steps.
“Don’t move,” you command, ushering him into a seat in the dining room and pushing down on his shoulders so he stays put, “I mean it.”
Bakugou grumbles something noncommittal as you go to get the things you need. You decide to change as quickly, swapping your gown out for some simple pajamas, not wanting to deal with getting blood on your work clothes. You come back with a first aid kit, a clean towel, and a bowl of water to wash his knuckles in and find him right where you left him, his fingers idly tapping the cool laminated wood as you drop the supplies in front of your seat. Once you’ve set up what you need, you sit by Bakugou and take his wrist in your hand.
“I can do this myself,” he says, not moving out of your grip at all.
You take his broad hand and dip it into the bowl, sullying the clear water with blood, “I know,” you reply softly.
You work slowly, diligently, making sure every bit of blood is washed away. You gently wipe the wet towel over his skin, cleaning his hands off like they’re porcelain instead of the deadly things they are. You hold him still while you work with a hand on the underside of his wrist, your fingertips right on his steady pulse.
You keep your eyes on his hands, but you can feel his sharp gaze on your face, never even looking down to double-check what you’re doing. It’s quiet, the occasional clink of nails and splash of water, the energy between you two intimate and tense. Charged, somehow, in a way you’ve never felt before.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”
“No,” he insists, ducking his head down to catch your eye. He waits until you glance up from his hands to continue, “Before. I was being a dick, I know you can do your job just fine.”
You blink, surprised, then focus back on his hands, “It’s… I know you meant well.”
He accepts your words as forgiveness enough. The hard part is done, you just need to bandage him. You finish wrapping his knuckles, securing the gauze bandage with medical tape to keep it in place. You look up as your thumb smoothes down the edge of the fabric, surprised to see his face is hardly an inch or two away from yours. Calm and handsome and close.
You drop his hands on the table to push your chair back and get up, suddenly flustered, “I'm all done,” you say he grabs your forearm before you can get far though, you spin back around, “Bakugou?”
“Hey,” his carmine eyes are desperately searching for something in yours as he looks up at you, your first name soft on his lips. You stare right back, any words you could say are caught in your throat. When you don’t speak, he stands up. He pulls you to his chest and hums, “You know my name.”
It takes a moment for you to catch up, your brain feels scattered and fuzzy, “Katsuki…” your voice doesn’t come out louder than a whisper, “What—?”
“I just… I want you to know something. You’re not a distraction,” he says as he leans down, tracking your eyes as his other hand settles on your waist, “Not to me.”
“Oh,” you breathe, too stunned to think of anything of value to say.
“Well,” he sighs, “You are, actually. Your strength, your voice… everything about you makes it hard to focus. You’re all I can see, sometimes. But… I think I like that. I like you.”
You don’t know what to say. You barely can process the words at all, you can’t believe Bakugou is the one saying them. So you say nothing. You can hardly move, hardly breathe, the hair on the back of your neck feels like they’re standing on end, but Bakugou isn’t put off, he just keeps looking at you, holding you as you breathe in each others’ space. He strokes the hair on your forearm with his thumb and swallows harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing accents the stubble on his throat. You watch a tendon on his jaw tense, drawing attention to the bruise there, your eyes can’t help but flit across his face to take in each of his features before settling on his lips, right as he licks them.
“I'm going to kiss you,” he says matter-of-factly, but you know Bakugou well enough to realize he’s asking for permission.
“Yes,” you murmur intelligently, giving him all he needs.
So he kisses you. It's not cataclysmic or earth-shattering or knee-weakening, it’s a kiss; but it does feel right, it feels good. Better than good, it’s like coming together, a completion of something you didn’t know was lacking. You can feel the unshaven stubble graze against your cheek, his barely chapped, warm lips gentle on yours. You often imagined a kiss with him would be like sparring, you’d hardly fantasized about it being as soft and sweet as this. Bakugou kisses like he knows how harsh his tongue is, like he knows he has fangs, like he knows he doesn’t want to be sharp with you.
Bakugou breaks the kiss first, his hand coming off your arm like he’s giving you a cue to pull away, an opportunity to reject him. Your eyes lock when you open them, holding each other’s gaze for a moment, then you’re kissing again, you’re not sure who leaned in first.
Something different this time, more urgent. You’re clinging to each other, blindly grasping at clothes as you pant harshly through your noses, your hands roam his broad back as his find your hips, squeezing down with barely restrained strength, you feel his muscles flex under your palms. Bakugou’s hot tongue swipes against your bottom lip, prompting you to open up. You let out a content groan when your tongue meets his, accepting him into your mouth greedily, not caring about breathing now that you have him like this.
You softly suck on his tongue as it grazes against your teeth, drawing a rough noise from Bakugou’s chest as he pulls away. He rests his warm forehead against yours as you both catch your breath, his eyes are shut as yours take in every bit of his face you can see, the view of his rose dusted cheeks and shiny lips has heat curling low in your stomach. One of his hands comes off your hip to take your arm, reaching down until he can take your hand. 
His eyes finally open as he brings your hand between you two, “See what you do to me?” he whispers.
Your fingers curve over him, hard and restrained in his dark slacks. He lets out a soft sigh at the contact, ducking his head to kiss you again as you gently palm him, working over his pants for a while until he lets out a strangled little moan into your mouth. You fumble with his belt, not wanting to break the kiss for even a moment to look down. You manage to blindly pull his pants and boxer briefs down enough to expose his cock, already leaking as you wrap your hand around it, thumb swiping across the tip. 
He tugs at your loose pajama pants, groaning when he realizes you aren’t wearing underwear. You let out a breathy laugh against his mouth and pull your hands back so you can yank your pants down and kick them off, and the moment you do, Bakugou’s hands are on you, insistent and perfectly rough, just shy of frenzied.
Your foreheads are pressed together as he maps your body with broad hands and thick fingers, gently squeezing and massaging your tits over your shirt before he slips underneath the cotton. His fingers find your nipples easily and he pinches them, drawing a moan from you, but he doesn’t linger for long. One hand stays on your torso, the other comes up to cup your cheek and angle your face for a kiss, you don’t know how you’d gone so long without knowing the feel of him like this. You lift your hand to his, stroking the bandage over his knuckles and sighing into his mouth when he grazes the scar on your rib.
He found it without looking, without needing to. You think— you know you could do the same on his body; could find every dimple, every faded or new scar in the dark. Your bodies are already so familiar with each other, he’s a comfort and a curiosity all at once. You’d know him even without words, without light, without sound. If he’d touched your cheek in the dark you would know him, and you would go to him. But you don’t know all of him yet.
His touch is moving down now, new territory for you both, new places for him to map out and memorize— you look forward to it. You gasp at the feel of his warm fingers against you, petting the coarse hair between your legs before gliding down to find your slit. 
Two thick fingers frame your clit before they slide downward, eager to reach for where you’re already slick and aching. Bakugou captures your lips in a kiss again, surprisingly slow and unhurried as he glides his fingers up and down, teasing, just feeling the way your hole clenches against nothing. 
“Fuck,” he groans against your mouth as he guides a finger inside you, “So warm.”
You huff, your face heating at his comment, but the way his now wet finger comes back up to your clit distracts you. He draws slow, achingly slow circles around it, missing on purpose until, suddenly,  he isn’t. You grasp his arm as he finally gives you the friction you need, still slow but it’s perfect.
Your breath comes out in a desperate rasp, a quiet ah, your forehead falling forward to his shoulder as he toys with you, “Katsuki...”
Bakugou’s hand moves down again, two fingers slide inside you and the heel of his palm pushes against your aching clit. Your hips buck forward and you gasp, even just two fingers and you’re desperate. He groans low in his throat as he feels you squeeze around him, crowding you against the wall as he lets you hump his hand for a moment.
You clutch his bicep when he rumbles your name, the sound of it rolling off his tongue sends another jolt of arousal right to your clit. He pulls his hand away, making you have to hold back a disgruntled sound, then he’s kissing you again. He gently pins you to the wall as his lips travel across your cheek, his warm breath puffing along your skin as he lays kisses along your jaw and down your neck. As he continues downward, he kneels.
Bakugou lifts your shirt slightly to press a kiss to the soft underside of your breast, lingering there for only a heartbeat, inhaling the scent of you before ducking down to kiss your stomach. He takes a moment to settle, thumbing at the old scar on your thigh before he hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, seating the meat of your thigh on his body, encouraging you to rest your weight on him.
“I’ve got you,” Bakugou promises as he holds your other leg up, his wide hand spanning your thigh, his fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin along the inside of your knee.
The position is awkward, finicky and a little precarious, but he seems determined to make it work, too impatient and proud. You have half a mind to tell him to let you move, to at least have you sit on the table, but the warmth of his tongue against you instantly makes you forget.
Another of your fantasies come to life, much different in reality, however. You’d always imagined him going down on you with the intense, almost feral energy he has in fights, but this is so much better. It’s intense, yes, all the thickness of arousal and desire in the air has you gasping for breath, but it isn’t feral. The way Bakugou works his tongue along your cunt isn’t animalistic or barbaric, it’s simple and precise, no gimmicks needed to show you how much he really has been aching for this— maybe just as much as you have. No gimmicks to make you feel good either.
Your trembling hands can’t seem to find a suitable place to land, going from covering your mouth to grasping at his hair to pressing against the wall as he groans and focuses your clit, your hips bucking into his face in response. You can feel his stubble catch on the hair on your mound, the quiet scratching is muffled by both of your pleased sounds. Each flick of the flexed point of his tongue, each suckle of his lips on your clit, each groan he lets out against you makes you dizzier and dizzier.
His thumb strokes the hinge of your knee as he pulls back, laving his tongue in a broad stroke across your slit before he sighs, “Can’t believe I waited so long to taste you.”
You can’t manage a response because, as quickly as he paused, he’s back to work. This time he’s focusing on your clit, silently determined to make you cum. It takes another minute or two, but it suddenly rushes you all at once, the knot in your stomach drawing tight, tight, tighter until it snaps and you’re tipped over the edge. You hastily shout out his name as your thighs squeeze around his head, only making him falter his rhythm slightly.
But, even as your orgasm ends, Bakugou doesn’t stop. Not until you’re keening, begging, tugging at his hair, insisting that it’s too much. He finally relents, kissing your trembling thighs with a wet, sticky mouth as you look down at him. He’s smirking, even with your slick across his lips and chin, he looks impossibly smug, pleased. You laugh, breath shaky, and tell him to shut his mouth. 
“Haven't said anything,” he rumbles as he sets your wobbly legs to the floor and stands up, his warm hands reaching up to your face so he can kiss you again.
“Didn’t have to,” you mumble between kisses, uncaring of the way you can taste yourself on his lips.
The simple I know you well enough goes unsaid as you continue to exchange lazy kisses, hands idly instead of fervently wandering across each others’ bodies. Things go from slow to heated again when you lean back into the wall and Bakugou follows, his cock pressed up hard against your hip.
“I want you,” you sigh as he pulls your shirt up, tugging at your nipples until you whine, “Katsuki, please.”
He grumbles something about you being impatient as your hand spans over the big scar across his stomach before it trails down, you briefly roll his balls in your hand, humming at the weight of them in your palm before you keep moving, lightly stroking his cock a few times before he knocks your hand away.
“Should be doin’ this in a bed,” he huffs as he lifts one of your legs, but neither of you care to relocate. 
“Please,” you repeat, gently knocking your heel against his back so he can get a move on.
Bakugou takes the hint, pulling back and adjusting until the fat head of his cock finds purchase, then he’s pushing inside you. Your bodies slot against each other so effortlessly that you think they had to have been carved together from the same place somewhere in time.
Bakugou's voice fractures when he says your name, his hips meeting yours with a muffled, lewd sound. A desperate gasp escapes you as he fills you completely, bottoming out without an ounce of pain or discomfort before he lifts your other leg.
You trust him to hold you up against the wall, not a doubt in your mind, he won’t let you fall. His hands stay steady on your thighs, keeping you in place as he starts to fuck you, his face pressed warm and grounding against your temple. Quiet grunts and curses spill from his lips, occasional soft sighs of your name puff against your forehead. You’re nearly as quiet as he is, soft gasps and hushed whimpers of his name in response.
Your hands come up and off his arms to wrap around him, fingers curling around the base of his neck and tugging at his ash blond hair, “Katsuki,” you sigh, a whine bleeding into the vowels, “You feel so good.”
His reply is tilting his head down to nudge his nose against yours, his breath balmy against your lips, “Waited so long f’ you…”
You almost sob, something animalistic and electric zinging through your body. He thought about this, about you. You’re reaching up and cupping his face before you know it, kissing his spit slick lips before you gasp out, “Tell me.”
He knows what you want, he gives it to you without hesitation, “Since I met you, I knew you— haah— were different. Made up dumb fuckin’ rules to keep you away ‘cause I knew— I knew if I had you I’d never let go.”
His rhythm suffers as he speaks, hips stuttering and breaths trembling as you tighten around him, your body greedily, desperately trying to keep him inside, to keep feeling deliciously full. But the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your sensitive cunt feels delicious too, his words clouding your head with almost overwhelming affection. He thought about you. He wants you, has been wanting you.
“Katsuki, ‘m close,” you whisper desperately into his mouth, suddenly feeling yourself right on the precipice of orgasm, “Please make me cum.”
He shivers and pushes his body even closer to you, the change of the angle ever so slightly gives your clit some friction as he murmurs encouragement, finding that hard rhythm of his hips again. You blink your eyes open to watch him, to cup his flushed cheeks just to admire his handsome face as he fucks you. One of his harsh thrusts pulls out an undignified sound out of you, you watch the corner of his lips twitch up in response, then he’s trying to find that spot again.
“C’mon,” he whispers your name, encouraging and gruff, “Let go, I wanna feel you.”
It’s not long before you do, the stomach dropping sensation rushing you all at once and you shatter in his arms, like a tightly-coiled spring finally released. Trembling, keening, a desperate, choked sound tumbling from your lips while you grasp at his shoulders as his hips keep moving, his cock hitting steady and deep inside you. You’re panting into each other's mouths when he follows you into orgasm, his lips brushing hot and soft against yours when he grunts your name, his voice husky and deep.
His cock throbs against your cervix, hot ropes of cum filling you second after second, “Damn,” Bakugou slurs like his tongue is made of lead, peering at you through his thick blonde lashes with such reverence your heart aches, “You’re fuckin’ perfect.”
You clutch at any part of him you can, pawing the back of his neck, desperately pulling him closer for a kiss, and he happily obliges. It takes a moment for you to remember to breathe through your nose, your brain so fuzzy with pleasure you can hardly think.
“Katsuki,” you manage to gasp when you both have to pull back for proper air, not asking for anything, simply saying his name all hushed and breathy while he’s still inside you, just because you can.
Bakugou only keeps you crowded against the wall for another minute or two before he unwraps your legs from around him, holding you steady when your knees wobble. He tilts his head down and cups your face with bandaged hands as you exchange lazy kisses.
You notice his knuckle bandages have come undone as his thumbs idly stroke your cheeks, “Let me fix this up for you,” you tell him, wrapping one hand around his wrist. 
Bakugou nods and gives himself to you, letting out a small amused noise when you kiss the back of his hand, right above the bandage. You set about your work again, you’re both still sticky and half naked so you make it quick, eager to shower. It doesn’t take much to redo his bandages anyway, all you really have to do is add some more tape and he’s good to go. He hums a thank you, and you decide you can talk about all this tomorrow, hoping you mean more than a roll in the hay.
“Wanna sleep in my room tonight?” you ask as he leans over, his clumsy kisses against your hairline make you chuckle softly.
“No,” Bakugou says when he pulls back. His palm rubs against the stubble on his throat and makes a quiet sound that you enjoy, “You’re sleeping in mine, my bed‘s more comfortable.”
“Okay,” you reply, not even bothering to remind him that your beds are the same make and model, pinching his butt as he turns away to gather your discarded clothes. His indignant huff and his hand swatting yours away makes you smile, maybe things won’t be so different after all, “Sounds good to me.”
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thank you sophie and nilani for beta reading <3 i love u guys sm <333
title credit: Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “Epithalamium”
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escapenightmare · 9 days ago
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thinking about . . .
izuku who spends more than 10 minutes in the morning contemplating whether to wake you up, he doesn't want to disturb you but he ends up placing small kisses on your cheeks, praying for you to not be mad at him once you wake up.
bakugou who tiptoes out of bed when he wakes up before you, going out of his way to make breakfast in the quietest way he can. in the end, even brings you breakfast in bed if you don't wake up while he's in the kitchen.
sero who wakes up even if you move a little bit, checking to see if you're uncomfortable or anything before he wraps your arms around his mid section and tries to fall back to sleep with his head resting on yours.
denki who doesn't want to wake you up, or wake up himself and instead pulls you closer into his arms, places his head in the crook of your neck, gently kisses your jaw, softly smiles and falls back asleep.
tamaki who stirs awake when you move away from him in your sleep— he can't fall asleep without being in your arms, feeling safe, so he waits until you turn again to face him before he sneaks back into your arms.
kirishima who whispers a good morning to you even if he's still half asleep. he pulls you close to his chest, and grins as he slowly starts waking up when he feels your arms wrap around him.
mina who mumbles incoherent words to herself when she feels you move away from her, as she blindly pats around the sheets to find you. she falls back asleep when you kiss her forehead and get up to start the day.
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tteokdoroki · 4 days ago
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bakugou is so in love with you it makes him look stupid.
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im talking about bakugou who wakes up a little earlier than you every day— up to an hour where he goes for a run before you can even think about breakfast. he knows that you worry about him, waking up without you makes you scared that he’s gotten hurt on the job, so he leaves a note in his scratchy explosive handwriting. i love you, i’m safe. it always says.
out on his runs he stops by the bakery you like, the one where you had your third, sixth and ninth date because you really loved the egg custard tarts there and katsuki picks up three because one isn’t enough to fill either of you up and he likes to split the third with you. over crummy kisses and spilt milk, you watch the sunrise and light up deep red hues, twisted with shades of blissful orange and peachy pinks and the words i love you are not spoken but instead said through the way you cup his cheek and he leans into your palm not a second later.
bakugou who looks for you in crowds in the busy streets of japan when you meet him for his lunch break during work— he’s messily put together, hoodie tugged over his hero suit which is a little torn from patrol but you’re in love so it’s okay, he looks beautiful to you anyway. bakugou who keeps his large hand on your waist, guiding you through strangers who couldn’t care less as you ramble about the things you saw on your way to meet him and the place you want to take him to get a good meal in him.
he loves that you’re thoughtful, always thinking of you while you’re thinking of him— he’s got that airy look on his face as you feed him bites from your plate and he sneaks in the bill and a hefty tip despite the fact that you said you’d pay. katsuki’s hand falling back to your waist when you leave as he glares at the server who wouldn’t stop looking your way, making it known that you only smile that pretty for him.
bakugou who can’t stop the tears from rolling as you stand up, cuddling his head into your stomach. he gets nightmares some nights, not as often as when he was back in school. he can’t see, he can’t breathe and all he feels is himself sinking into darkness as the villain swallows him hole and then...then there’s you, warm around him and not suffocating— with gentle eyes that tell him not to worry, bring him back down to earth and tell him it’ll all be okay. katsuki shakes but you brush back his hair, kiss his forehead and tell him. it’s alright, you’re safe.
bakugou who checks his phone every five seconds on a night out with kirishima and the others to see if you’ve texted, his cheeks flaring red when kaminari swings an arm over his shoulders just to tell him what a softie he’s become over the years—especially for you. and katsuki can’t even deny it, it’s the truth. maybe you’ve humbled him a little bit, your tender loving soothing the painful cracks in his soul. the way you look at him when you first wake up to the way you hold him when you both lay your heads down to rest— it all makes bakugou feel loved and valued, helps him breathe in fresh air after having his head underwater for so long. he would die for you, but you’d ask him to live instead and that’s all he’s ever needed to hear. all his life, you’re all he’s ever needed.
maybe i am. bakugou says to kaminari, the hints of a smile coming through when your text rolls in.
stay safe. i love you. it says.
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