Just Us? | I. Midoriya

“Milk Meltdown”

Bakugo x Fem!Reader + Daughter Chaos + Newborn Baby

Genre: Humor, Family, Fluff

Warning: Embarrassment levels are HIGH

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You had just settled into the rocking chair, your newborn daughter latched onto your boob like it owed her money.

It was peaceful. Quiet. Almost too quiet.

Cue your four-year-old, stomping into the room like she owned the place, holding a suspiciously empty juice box.

“MOMMY!” she gasped. “IS SHE EATING YOU?!”

You blinked. “What?”

She pointed, eyes wide in betrayal. “THE BABY! SHE’S EATING YOUR BOOB!”

Bakugo, walking past with a burp cloth, froze in place like a dead NPC.

“She’s not eating me, honey,” you tried to say calmly, even though your soul had left your body from secondhand embarrassment. “It’s called breastfeeding.”

Your daughter blinked. “Like...with milk?!”

You nodded. “Yes. Mommies make milk for babies. It’s how they eat before they can have real food.”

She stared. Then stared harder.

“So you're a cow now?”

Bakugo wheezed from behind the couch.

You glared at him. “Do not laugh. I swear to God.”

He coughed into his fist. “Nope. Not laughing. Totally serious.”

Your daughter looked suspicious. “So when I was a baby, I drank from your boobs too?”

You nodded.

She screamed like she was in a horror movie.

“WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS?! I THOUGHT I JUST ATE APPLESAUCE!”

Bakugo was crying now. Fully crying.

“I’m never drinking milk again,” your daughter declared. “Ever. Never ever.”

“Good,” Bakugo said. “More for the baby.”

She turned to him, dramatic as ever. “Daddy, are your boobs full of milk too?”

You both stared.

Bakugo went redder than his hero costume. “No. No, they are not. And never will be.”

“But you got big ones,” she said, poking his chest.

You immediately whispered, “Rip, bro.”

Bakugo looked like he needed a support group.

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Later that night…

Bakugo was laying face-down on the couch. “She called me a milk tank.”

“She’s just confused,” you said, cradling your newborn.

“She moo’d at me.”

“She’s four.”

He sat up. “I’m buying a book. No. A chart. A PowerPoint. I’m explaining everything before she thinks I lay eggs next.”

You snorted. “Go ahead. She still thinks babies come out of bellybuttons.”

He froze. “...I need a beer.”

bakusquad as real life hs tropes — ✦ ✦

incl — bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero, mina.

warn — drugs, suicde attempt, underage sex, heavily opinionated, PLEASE DONT ROMANTICIZE THIS GUYS, THIS IS JUST MY EXPERIENCE !

their clique —

bakugou, kirishima, sero, denki, mina & occasionally you, are the popular kids. they get a bad rep because of a very loud and obnoxious boy named katsuki but they've all been unseperable since litterally elementary ( except for that one time kirshima and denki were fighting over mina in like middle school lol ).

the 5 of them are a group but they're always favorites, katsuki prefers eijirou and vice versa, sero prefers denki and vice versa, mina prefers herself and vice versa.

their bond —

mina started to feel less alone now that you're ( kinda ) hanging out with them, ( she invites you to everything, you show up sometimes ) bakugou and kirishima are the student-athletes of the group, ( mostly katsuki, kirishima just can't let himself fall behind ) which leaves denki and sero to be the goofy slightly depressed pair with grades aizawa gave up on trying to restore.

mina is closer with kiri and bakugou, she lives right next to them and so they see each other more often. she used to think after eijirou stopped liking her bakugou started, (she thinks they almost kissed once) but she'd never talked about it and so neither did he.

bakugo is scary, nonchalant, girl repellent up to his seinor year, kirishima fakes nonchalance for all of 30 seconds then decides he actually doesn't care. out of the entire friend group he's had the most partners, denki blames it on the fact hes a fb player, mina brings up the fact katsuki is also a fb player, denki brings up the fact that well, it's katsuki.

denki is highkey the worst influence ever, sero stopped running track because of him, got him into drugs a little, lowkey possessive over their friendship. sero thinks he's fine, has slight fomo whenever denki hogs him from his other friends but can't resist the attention he gets.

smoking buddies who smoke often, sero says he wouldn't ingest anything that doesn't come from the earth, denki is a vape demooonn. im talking acid to adderoll, doesnt matter what it is, long as it can get him high he'll take it. (yes, he is crossfaded constantly, yes his brain is melted beyond oblivion)

the 4 of them ( not even sero ) are completely aware of how bad his addiction is. kirishima lowk suspects something but doesn't have the courage to say anything. ( coward )

mina is social butterfly, instagram queen. knows everyone and everything, everyone and everything knows her ( side note: her favorite person to gossip with is actually katsuki, you'd be surprised on how messy he can be ) she was the first to loose her virginity, also the therapist of the group. ( it's a full time job with them )

told her girls first ( tsu, jirou w/ details ) they freaked when they found out who it was, told katsuki, kirishima, sero, denki in that order ( no details ). kaminari and hanta clapped and whistled, offered weed to celebrate. eijirou nodded in approval, katsuki shrugged. he didn't expect todoroki of all people to be the person yet somehow it wasn't so surprising.

when they were in their junior year of highschool, things got really bad and people started calling them "fallout 5". it of course was nothing like that, denks overdosed on purpose, ( twice in that same year ) lived, then said he hated all of them. bakugou got an injury that put him out of the season forever. sero and kat had his huge fight which left mina to pick a side, kirishima had to move away temporarily but when he came back he didn't come back alone.

their plans —

things were restored senior year! ( took a long healing process for all of them, made them closer ) katsuki wants to be a professional athelete or maybe a lawyer, he hasn't completely decided yet. kiri wants to be doctor, it was kind of unexpected, everyone thought he'd go pro like bakugou. sero wants to be a dj, tells everyone he's going into finace tho. denki wants to be a stay at home dad, but in the meanwhile tries to look for jobs that have anything related to electrical fixing. ( fun fact, he used to be really good at math before he stopped practicing )

+ bonus !!

you were bakugos prom date just for funsies when you went!

when kirshima came out as bi to his friends no one batted an eye. and i quote "girl we been knew that." — mina ashido, the dairy queen drive through.

denki's attempt is what prompted kirishimas major, ( his family is huge and all of them live till 109, he's never had a close relative in his family die or almost die untill now )

while waiting for your food as a joke you say "god i'm so hungry i could eat an izuku midoriya" and because katsuki is a grandpa he completely falls for the bait and makes this huge scene about how you know him ( you've never met him a day in your life, you just stalked a few pages and asked a few people (mina))

The Breakup ✮ BNHA UNI. AU

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Tears streamed down your soft cheeks as you looked down at the screen of your phone. You had finally removed him from your social media after a much needed conversation. While the breakup was almost a year ago.. it had become complicated. Holding onto feelings you didn’t realize you had, anger, heart ache, disappointment.

You finally reached acceptance. You realized you deserved better and that’s why you and your ex were having the conversation. You had told him you were going to remove him so he wouldn’t question it later on. The conversation was emotional as he apologized for how he hurt you and as the anger boiled over your heart, you knew how to forgive.

The minute your finger left the remove button, a weight lifted off your shoulders, and you knew this was just the start of something new. The start of loving a version of you that you were going to have to learn to heal.

You got up out of your bed and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were glossy and your lips a bit red/sore. You tried forcing a soft smile out of yourself before walking out of your dorm. It was 11 at night and you figured nobody was up and if they were they were on late night missions or patrol.

What you weren’t expecting was to see Bakugou in the kitchen baking cookies. The smell drew you in as you walked down the hall. He was wearing a fitted black shirt with matching black sweatpants and gray socks with slippers.

“Why are you up ?” the sudden question spooked you considering his back was turned to you and focused on the baking sheet filled with cookie dough. However you were well aware of the creaky floor and as a young hero, his ability to be observant. You didn’t reply as you walked over, the silence made him turn to look at you and repeat the question but his words fell short once he noticed the look in your eyes.

For a moment it almost seemed as if he was sad, his facial expression slightly shifted before turning his back to you again and focusing on the cookie dough.

You knew he didn’t want to ask, you rarely cry if not at all, and for you to be vulnerable enough to do it in front of him really shows something is wrong. So you answer the lingering questions for him.

“I removed my ex from my socials..”

“Him and I broke up almost a year ago but it was complicated and I realized..” you hesitated, almost as if the tears you were fighting were threatening to come back.

“I realized I deserved more for myself. He hurt me in so many ways and my self worth is too high to tolerate that pain. So I removed him because I needed to let him go completely. I want to heal and learn to care about me for once” your words were fierce, filled with determination to prove something.

There was silence. He said nothing.

Your shoulders fell softly, after your little speech that eagerness slightly faltered as you found a seat at the kitchen counter and watched as baked.

“I have nothing to say cause it seems like you’ve already got it figured out.” you look up, his back is still turned to you as he speaks.

“Any idiot stupid enough to hurt you was never deserving of you anyway. You saved yourself the stress by getting rid of him. Besides, men ain’t shit.” and that remark earns a chuckle from you which was well needed.

The cookies were done in the time you two spoke and he slid the warm plate onto the counter for the two of you two share.

You smiled at the warm feeling, almost wanting to cry as you’re flooded with so many mixed emotions.

“Thank you katsuki” you look up at him and this time he’s already looking at you. A hint of nervousness reaching its way to your cheeks.

“The right guy will come around alright ? So don’t go stressn’ over these dumbasses cause they’ll just waste your time” he stands up to grab a drink from the fridge as you continue eating cookies, taking note of what he said.

Little did you know the ‘right guy’ was the one currently fighting the urge to prove to you till the end of time how he was the only one deserving of you.

But he knew you needed to worry about you first.

He’ll know when you’re ready and for that he’d wait centuries for.

Happy Birthday Katsuki!!! 💥🎉

Edging him until he’s completely delirious and when you tell him to “say the magic words” he accidentally says “I love you”

𝜗𝜚 bakugou katsuki | random texts

❕sfw + nsfw, fluff, swear.

— this is my first texted submission and uhm so i hope it was okay. also if i could write katsuki in his character please tell me and i can continue.

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• your boyfie suki <33

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© itoshhi 2025 {do not copy, translate, steal, modify without permission.}

what lurks in the dark pt.2

sub!bakugou x soft dom!succubus!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, p in v, tender sex, kats is eager to please, mommy kink, kinda fluff/comfort, 4.8k words

pt.1

It’s been months since Katsuki last saw you.

Before that night, he always felt your looming presence; a set of invisible eyes on him at all times. But since you revealed yourself to him, that feeling has long faded. He’s more tired and irritable than ever, a side effect of your touch. Despite this, you're on his sweet lips every night like a prayer. In desperation, he begs you to return. Only for his needs to go unfulfilled; his bed remains empty of a certain seductress.

You haven’t been able to muster up the courage to go back since you tasted him. His unique flavour — etched into your memories, yearned for by your tastebuds — repels you. It’s unhealthy how the memories of that night are on repeat whenever you close your eyes. You can’t escape them. And you can’t feed when he’s always on your mind.

It drives you up the wall, desiring his taste and his touch, yet having to keep yourself away out of fear. Fear of what things could become should you return. In your madness, you convince yourself that if you see him one more time, this ache in your chest will be soothed. See him only, nothing else.

As the sun dips beneath the horizon, you come out of hiding. With lithe movements, you sneak into his home and situate yourself behind the TV in his living room. He’s not back yet, you notice. No, it’s far too dark and quiet for him to be here. Every tick of the clock makes your heart race a little faster. 7pm turns into 8pm, and there’s still no sign of him.

At last, when you are about to give up and go back to the hell you crawled out of, the front door bursts open and the light is flicked on. You squint from the harsh brightness, an exhausted-looking Katsuki stumbling in like a mirage. He hurls a heavy suitcase onto the couch before plopping down on it with a sigh. He’s got little cuts on his face, the blood freshly dried.

You sigh quietly. A strange mixture of relief and concern fills your being as your eyes rove over him. Just like you remember, but oddly not. His under eyes are darker than you remember, and he’s got a slight stubble growing. You gnaw at your lower lip, wondering if that night has been eating him alive the way it has been you.

Your eyes widen as he groans, rocking his hips forward. He whispers so quietly and breathily, you strain to hear it, “Baby, I miss you.” Your heart stops, and heat rises to your cheeks as his words play on loop in your head. What—who was he talking to? You barely peek out from the side of the TV to catch a better glimpse of him.

His head is thrown back and fists clenched as he murmurs, “Really fuckin’ miss you.” His head lolls forward, his eyes clamped shut as his teeth grit far too tightly together.

You feel powerless at this moment. Every fibre of your being is screaming at you to reveal yourself to him, to cup his sweet cheeks and kiss his chapped lips until they’re swollen and bitten. But the rational side of you keeps you firmly rooted to your hiding spot. Because he could be talking about someone else, for all you know. Maybe while you were gone, he found somebody—

His small voice breaks as he begs, “Please, just c-come back. Even for a minute. Just wanna see you again. Please.” A lump forms in your throat as sweat beads down your neck. Oh, Katsuki— What you wouldn’t give to be with him once more. But you can’t. Youcan’tyoucan’tyoucan’t, you remind yourself. Why can’t you again? You can’t remember. You clamp your lips together, silently pleading them to keep all the sighs and whimpers elicited from his pain locked inside.

You’re convinced your eyes are lying to you as you see a single tear roll down his cheek. He chokes out, “P-please, mommy.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Please.”

That’s it. You refuse to let him suffer any longer.

It all happens in a flash. Katsuki swears he sees something fly by; he even feels the wind from your body as it hurtles through the air, and he knows it’s for certain when the light flicks off. Once again, he’s painted in the pale moonlight (your favourite filter on him). But he’s not afraid of the shadows like he used to be. He’s rather comforted, actually, because he knows you're there. It’s either that or Denki is playing a sick prank on him. And if it’s the latter, then that menace is not gonna live to tell the tale.

You push your emotions behind your mask before cooing, “You really missed me, huh?” His head falls back again as he makes out your curvaceous figure in the darkness.

He chuckles sombrely, “Look at what you’ve done to me, woman.” You stride toward him slowly, rejoicing in how his ruby eyes are glued to your frame, tracing every dip and curve like he’s trying to commit them to memory (he is). When you reach the couch, your fingers thread through his messy, blond locks. His head moves with your fingers, leaning into your touch while his eyes close.

He sighs, “Hate you.”

You giggle, “Is that so? Doesn’t look that way to me.”

He grins tiredly, “Hate missin’ you all the fuckin’ time. Why did you abandon me?” You whimper at his words. ‘Abandon’? That cut deep into your heart. It wasn’t like that, you swear. You would never abandon him. You just… needed some time away. Yea.

You shake your head, saying earnestly, “I didn’t abandon you—”

“Yes,” he cuts you off sternly. “Yes, you did. You were with me, and then after taking me to fuckin’ heaven, you disappeared. You abandoned me.” His eyes flutter open and gaze into yours, all of his pain and yearning shining brightly within them. You shake your head again, trying to dismiss his words. But they hurt. A lot more than they should if they were lies.

Your fingers brush the tiny cuts on his cheek. You murmur, “What happened, Suki?” He laughs gruffly, the sound devoid of warmth.

He mumbles cockily, “Was on a mission. Thought you might mind the place for me.” You hum softly as your fingertips caress his jawline; the little hairs are prickly against your skin like a cactus. Breathing in, you waltz around the couch. You halt in front of him, your palms open by your side, tingly and aching for his touch.

Hearing your silent plea, he reaches out to you and takes both hands in his. Your fingers intertwine, his much thicker and longer than yours, yet fitting together seamlessly. He tugs you forward gently, guiding you to straddle his lap. Feeling your weight on him, he sighs, reminded of that night months ago. When you were hovering over him, doing unspeakable things to his body and rewiring his brain to only function when you’re nearby.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you immediately cover his lips with your palm. You shake your head and say lowly, “Please, no more talking. Let’s just be together right now.” He nods slowly as you remove your palm; it’s slightly from his warm breath. His hands drag down his slacks before he cups your waist. His touch makes your brain go all fuzzy; it turns your body all pliant and soft for him like jelly.

You slump forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into the crook of it. There’s no strength left in your body to refuse him. Not when you’ve been trying so hard over these last few months. He smells like ash and toffee, a scent you’ve come to love. Your lungs sear with it as he becomes your sole source of oxygen. His body is so warm and hard against yours; comfortable, familiar. Your wings relax behind you, spreading out gently to cover both of you.

Katsuki whispers in your ear before you can stop him, “Can I touch them?” You hum in agreement. His fingertips caress the top of your wing before gently dragging down toward the spot where they jut out of your back. You sigh in delight, feeling utterly soothed by his considerate touch.

You mumble into his neck, “I’ve never had someone touch them before.” His hand on your wing stills as he gazes down at you.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest and turning your bones to goo, “Oh yea?” You hum and almost purr as he resumes caressing your wings, his other hand stroking your hair.

You two sit in an easy silence for a while, just basking in each other. There’s a certain chill in the air, which makes you huddle up closer. The moon’s glow illuminates your entwined figures, little shadows tracing the crevices of your bodies. Your hand slides down his chest and comes to rest on his heartbeat. It’s stable and slow, contrasting with how it was last time. You chastely kiss his jaw and neck before nibbling his earlobe like a bunny does a carrot.

Sighing, he brushes your hair back from your face and kisses your forehead sweetly. With one hand, he grabs yours again and intertwines your fingers. His other hand wraps around your waist, his thumb gently stroking the soft flesh and rolls.

Like the sinful temptress you are, you shift on his lap, your ass momentarily grinding into his groin. He groans, hands steadying you as he weighs up whether that was on purpose or not. And he knows it was when you shift again, pressing your ass way too hard into him. You whisper his name in his ear, earning a low hum from his chest. You continue, “Can we go to bed?”

He sweeps you up, one arm securely around your back while the other cradles your knees. Your arms tighten around his shoulders as you kiss and nip at his Adam’s apple. Katsuki navigates his home with precision in the dark. No light necessary, not once does he bang into a wall or accidentally knock anything with your foot.

Finally, he opens his bedroom door and lays you down in the centre of his plush bed. Just being in here, with the curtain open and light streaming in, makes you reminisce. You giggle, “You really should have drawn your curtains if you were going to be away on a mission. You wouldn’t want to give any passersby ideas, would you?”

He climbs on top of you, his hands planted on either side of your head as his lips meet yours in a tender kiss. He moans into your mouth, calloused palms cupping your cheeks and angling you just right. He doesn’t press too hard against you, no. You can feel it in how softly he caresses your jaw, he’s holding back. Not because he’s afraid that you could disappear at any moment (I mean, he is, but that’s besides the point). He’s holding back because he wants you to guide him, to show him how you need his affection right now.

Your teeth graze his lower lip, making him shiver. His lips part even more, letting you slip your tongue into his mouth. You moan, lapping at his cheeks and gums fervently. Your kiss turns sloppy, the wet sounds your saliva popping every time you two pull back for air. Spit drips from the corner of your lips, symbolising your hunger for each other. You rest your forehead against his, chuckling breathily as his thumb wipes away your drool.

You sigh, “Suki, can we take it slow tonight?” He gently kisses the tip of your nose and then your nose bridge, eyelids, eyebrows, and every little imperfection.

He mutters into your cheek, “’Course we can, mama.” You hum quietly, enjoying his light kisses. He trickles down your jaw to your neck, teeth nipping at your hot flesh every so often.

He mumbles beneath your ear, “How about I please you this time?” Your chuckle gets caught in a whimper he pulls from your throat with his tongue licking up the side of your neck.

You exhale, “Is that what you really want?” He pulls back and meets your gaze, his full lips swollen from all your kisses. He nods before leaning back down and pecking your lips.

He groans against them, “Never wanted anything more than you.”

You shift underneath him, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair as you whisper, “Show me.” He glances at your lips while he licks his own before meeting your gaze once more. You tilt your head back, a slight grin on your face as you brush your nose against his. He closes the distance between you, enveloping you in a heated kiss. Speaking of heat, his body is so hot and heavy on yours. He cages you in, causing you to forget about your surroundings. Everything else is silent, it’s like you’re the only two beings that exist right now.

Down your body he trails, leaving love bites and lingering kisses behind. He gazes up at you as his fingers rest on the band of your bralette, seeking permission to take it off. You nod, sitting up with his help as you turn around and point to the ties. You sigh as he undoes them and pulls the little piece of fabric off your body, casting it into the abyss of his room. You gasp as his hands encircle your waist and his lips kiss the small horn at the tip of your wing. The feeling of his lips has you shivering as they dote on your wings, tracing every edge and bone.

His hand wraps around your throat, gently tilting your head back as he captures your lips in another kiss. His other hand kneads your doughy hips. You mewl as he presses his chest into your wings, his hand slipping from your hip to your thigh and squeezing the fat there. You tug on his hair, arching your back to taste more of him.

He whines into your mouth, “Can I touch you here?” His fingertips ghost your barely covered cunt. You pull away from his kiss, your chest rising and falling as your other hand coils itself around his forearm.

You pant, “Of course, baby. Let me show you how, okay?” He nods eagerly as you slip his hand under your double slit skirt, fingertips brushing your clit. You sigh as you slide his fingers down your folds, pausing at the bottom to gather all of your arousal before bringing them back up. You guide him to repeat this motion a few more times, your eyes closed and head resting on his chest as you enjoy the sweet sensations.

You then drag his fingers to rest on your swollen bud and start with small, slow circles. Your hand shifts up to grasp his wrist as you moan, “Come on, honey. Just like that.” Your breasts heave up and down as his circles get faster and messier. Your grip on his wrist tightens, stuttered mewls falling from your bitten lips.

When he starts to move his fingers back and forth, you pull his hand off your pussy. You whine, “No, baby. Just circles, okay? You can do that later.” He groans against your ear, biting the shell of it as you bring his fingers back to your clit. His other hand presses down your tummy as he rubs your clit harder, eliciting louder moans from you.

You can feel the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter. So imagine your dismay when he stops all of a sudden and pulls his hand out from under your skirt.

You cry out, “Why’d you stop?!” You twist back to look at him, only to see his deep blush as he sucks your juices from his fingers. Your jaw drops slightly, and your eyes widen, seeing the desperate hollow of his cheeks.

He groans as he pulls his long digits out of his mouth, “You taste so good, mommy.” He gazes at you with low-lidded eyes, smirking, “Think I could eat you out this time?” You nod, robbed of your coherence. He presses into you, his body so hot you could melt.

He grunts, “What would be more comfortable for you? On your knees? Or on your back?”

You chirp breathily, “On my back.” He nods and holds your forearms and waist as you turn around and lie down. You rock your hips up to his without warning, spreading your legs wide for him. He gulps and kisses your forehead tenderly before shifting down your body.

Katsuki perches between your thighs, eyes roving over your cunt like it’s an artwork he’s admiring. He licks his lips ravenously, so eager to taste you again already. With one last lingering gaze at you, he dives in, slurping at your folds and sucking on your clit with fervour. Your back arches at the sensation, moans tumbling out of your mouth from how good it feels. You can hardly catch your breath with the pace he’s going at. It’s like he’s been starved, and tasting your sweet nectar has unlocked something deep within him. Something wild and unpredictable.

He never falters. Not for a second as he’s eating you out like no man ever has. Your arousal coats the lower half of his face, soaking him in the richest wine. It revitalises his weary muscles and foggy mind, offering him a sense of clarity he hasn’t had since you disappeared. And nothing could be clearer than how much he needs and craves you right now.

You’re beginning to think your blond is Cerberus in disguise with how gluttonously devours your pretty little cunt. You can’t stop whining and moaning. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and tugging at it every time he sucks extra hard on your clit. You call out his name into the void, and all you receive are his hungry slurps and the squelching of your wetness.

Your orgasm builds rapidly, reaching a crescendo as you scream out. You hear him chant into your folds, “Cum for me, mama. Please. Please cum.” You yank hard at his locks as your back arches so deeply, like you’re possessed. You are, by the intensity of your climax. It crashes down over you, swallowing you up whole like a tsunami. You scream out his name, the only word on your lips like a prayer, as his tongue doesn’t stop.

He drags your orgasm out of you, leaving you a shuddering, whimpering mess. Your thighs are clamped tightly around his head, threatening to squish his brains out, but he welcomes it. Hell, he even encourages it with the way he continues lapping at your juices like the famished dog he is.

You cry out, “Suki! Suki, that’s enough now! ‘M really sensitive.” Your voice is the only anchor in this sea of pleasure. He pulls off your clit with a groan and rests back on his haunches, his erection so fucking obvious in his black track pants it makes you whine, “Just a minute, baby. Just-just g-give me a minute to recover.” He nods slowly, eyes on your curves as his tongue licks his drenched lips.

Katsuki leans back down, hovering his body over yours. Your hands paw at his chest as your teary eyes find his. He presses the softest kiss to your nose tip before capturing your lips with his. You moan loudly, tasting yourself all over him and inside of his hot mouth. It’s enough to send fresh slick gushing from your twitching pussy.

You tilt your head back, lips separating from his as your noses brush. You exhale, “Suki… Fuck.” He chuckles, face glistening in the low light. You continue, “Suki, I-I need you.”

He pecks your lips before murmuring against them, “How do you need me, mama?” You take a moment to catch your breath, closing your eyes as your chest rises and falls heavily; the last little tremors of your orgasm leave your body. Your nipples brush against the cotton of his shirt, hard and a little sore.

You find his gaze once more, holding it steady as you whisper, “Need you inside of me, Suki. Right now.” His smirks, that lopsided grin doing everything to you. He swiftly pulls off his shirt, track pants, and underwear. The darkness consumes them as he hurls them off the bed, large veiny hands coming to stroke his equally veiny cock. You moan, watching him spread his pre-cum down his shaft.

You sit up and tug him down to you, whispering in his ear, “Come on, baby. I won’t last another minute without you in me.” He chuckles, his hot breath fanning your ear as his hand finds its place beside your head. His other hand continues to pump his cock. You both gaze at it, slightly blurred by the shadows. You lick your lips in anticipation and whimper as he drags his tip through your folds.

“Fuck-that feel so fucking good, Suki. Please-fuck, please put it in me, baby,” you whine. He leans down, his lips on yours as he prods your entrance. You cry out at the burning stretch of him, causing Katsuki to pull back with wide eyes.

He murmurs, his movements still, “You okay, angel?”

You nod and pout, “I’m not an angel.”

He presses his forehead to yours, cursing cockily, “You scared the fuckin’ life out of me, angel. Can I keep going?” You hum in agreement, letting his little pet name for you slide. You’ll tell him off for it later.

The stretch stings so bad from your months of celibacy. All you can do is grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut as you suck him in.

Katsuki notices your discomfort. He grabs your clenched fist with his free hand, forcing it open and intertwining his fingers with yours. The gesture makes you giggle, but as he bottoms out, that giggle turns into the most heart-wrenching whimper.

He gazes at you with furrowed eyebrows and a tight jaw, saying harshly, “Fuck, just tell me to stop. I know it hurts—”

“’M fine, Suki.” You cup his cheek with your other hand, meeting his intense eyes as you quietly reassure him, “It’s just been a while, m’kay? I’ll be fine.” He huffs, his nostrils flaring as he dips his head back down and kisses you tenderly.

Breaking the kiss, he grunts, “Just tell me when I can start moving, yea?” You hum and lean up, catching his lips again with yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, swirling and sucking yours as his body presses firmly into you. He doesn’t lay on you because he knows just how fucking heavy he is. But he shifts impossibly closer, the slightest movement of his hips sending yours bucking and your head tilting back with mewls spilling over.

You whine, “Please, baby. It’s okay now for you to move.” He grips the back of your neck and carefully guides your head back to face him, his gaze locked on yours as he slowly draws out of you and thrusts back in. You swear that simple, agonisingly slow movement has knocked the air out of your lungs. For so damn long you’ve been waiting for this moment, and now that it’s arrived, you’re in euphoria.

The sounds that his bucking hips tear from your throat are inhuman (as you are). He can’t get enough of it, his weight sinking into you as he clings to you for dear life. His muscular arms are wrapped tightly around your frame, his back hunched as he passionately drives his cock into you. His lips are by your ear, the sweetest whimpers falling from them. One of your hands entangles in his hair while the other caresses his shoulder blades (and occasionally squeezes and scratches them).

The lewd sounds of your sex fill the suddenly hot air. Your bodies, now one, shine in the blue hues of the moon. The shadow of your joint form is cast on the carpet, a masterpiece that will be gone once the sun rises. Pleasure shoots through your body as Katsuki thrusts into you particularly hard, earning a breathy moan from you. It prompts him to go harder, beginning a cycle of louder whines torn from both of you.

He mumbles in your ear, “Fuck, mommy. Y’feel so fuckin’ tight.” You grin cockily, only for it to be stolen once his hips snap into yours.

You groan, “Fuuckk, Kats. Right there, honey! Right there.” He thrusts into you harder and deeper, massive hands grabbing the back of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist to get the perfect angle. You’re winded as his tip hits that spongy spot deep within you. You can’t remember that last time you’d been fucked this good.

His goddamn thrusts shake every thought out of your mind, leaving you solely capable of moaning his name and praises. You mewl, “So fuckin’ good, baby. Love it when you fuck me like that-fuck! You’re so good to me, aren’t you?”

He groans in your ear before biting your earlobe, “’Course I am. God, you’re so perfect, mommy.” Your breasts bounce against his chest, the friction sending even more waves of pleasure down to your throbbing cunt. You clench around him, spurring him on. His lips embrace yours in a deep kiss, with your exhale becoming his inhale. As you pull back, you see the sheen of sweat dusting his tanned skin in the gentle light. You smile softly before tugging him back down into another soul-stealing kiss.

He mumbles into your mouth, “What’re you smilin’ about?” You giggle, a string of saliva connecting your tongues as you peer at him beneath thick lashes. It snaps as you grin, “You say I’m perfect but-you’re just as perfect.” He shakes his head, his hips stuttering from your compliment.

He grunts, “Whatever.” You chuckle airily as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

You moan into his skin, “Please, don’t stop, baby. It feels so good.” He groans low, resuming his impassioned pace. His hands trail up your forearms, and his fingers intertwine with yours again. He pins both of your hands beside your head and licks his lips as he gazes at you, panting wildly.

You swear that this is the closest you’ll ever get to salvation as he continues fucking you. The pleasure goes straight to your core, growing until it bursts with a shriek.

Your eyes glaze over as your orgasm consumes you whole. It claws up from the pit of your tummy, ripping cries and screams out of you, all for the man buried balls deep inside of you. You can’t help but clamp down so fucking tightly around him till the point where he can’t not cum inside of you. You thrash beneath him, moaning and whining as he spills his hot load into you.

Katsuki sinks into you, keeping you steady as he falls apart on top of you. He gives you the fill of a thousand, satiating your ravenous hunger. But not for long. Soon enough, you’re hips buck up into his, rocking slowly as the overstimulation hits. He hisses at you about being sensitive right now, but you couldn’t care less. You need more. So much fucking more.

Until dawn, you’re on his case. You put his pro hero stamina to the test, barely giving him more than five minutes of rest before you’re climbing back on top of him, pushing his thick cock back inside of your snug walls and drawing orgasm after orgasm out of him.

By the time chiffon light streams into his bedroom, you’re both utterly spent and sleep-deprived. You lie there, bodies soaked in sweat and each other’s fluids, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another. He begs you not to leave as the sky grows warmer, but you have to. You’re not meant for the light. He knows that. And he lets you go, reluctantly. Very reluctantly, after drowning you in his kisses and marks and demanding that you visit him again soon.

You place one last tender kiss on his lips before vanishing into the sun-soaked clouds.

A love so sweet yet cruel; utter bliss when together, only for a parasite to feed. Not that you want to, but that’s what you are. The demon in you, the demon you are, can’t tell the difference between the man you love and the man you fuck for survival. But you hope that one day, it will.

“oh what’s this?” you lifted katsuki‘s bangs, your hand on his forehead. “lost a fuckin’ bet to shitty hair.. ya’ like it?” he nudged his head into your palm, showing off his fresh new eyebrow piercing. “it suits you baby, makes you look sexier” you giggled kissing his cheek, his new look definitely suited him well. katsuki and his new eyebrow piercing was a match made in heaven, you can’t help but admire him even more than you did before.

“what are ya’ staring at, hm?” you were staring at him for too long you began to zone out, he kissed your temple breaking you out of your daydream. your face flushed, you like staring at him but not for so long you start to daydream. “sorry katsu.. you’re too handsome not to look at” you tilt your head to the side while looking up at him, the one thing katsuki loves.

he loves when you look up at him with doe eyes, it was his weakness. “oh yea?” his hand trailing from your cheek down to your neck, ready to bite. you nod in response, tilting your head to allow him more access. he lowers his head to meet you , giving you the sweetest kiss on your lips before giving you small pecks trailing down from your lips to your neck.

“glad ya’ like it so much, baby.”

thinking abt unofficialbf!katsuki

unofficialbf!katsuki who's abrasive and rude and loud until you're near him. he almost instantly sizzles down

unofficialbf!katsuki who proudly declared you as "his" when you were 4 after you accepted his bouquet of dandelions and its kind of just stuck since then

unofficialbf!katsuki who, after that, began proudly holding your hand and marching around with you. at some point, it just became a habit for him to reach for your hand, continuing even as you got older

unofficialbf!katsuki who still apologizes to you the same way as when you two were kids. he holds your hand and looks away as he mutters "'m sorry.." with rosy cheeks. when he really messes up, he'll bury his nose into your neck and hold you close and whisper a genuine apology into your ear. he'll struggle for the right words and get super flustered, but you know hes trying!!

unofficialbf!katsuki who, for as long as izuku could remember, has been a package deal with you

unofficialbf!katsuki who is practically inseparable from you. like youre not hugging in class or anything but theres just this unnecessary proximity with you guys? you're always just unexplainably close for no reason

unofficialbf!katsuki who carries your bag everywhere. he complains that you "can't even carry your own damn bags!!" but would never let you carry them

unofficialbf!katsuki! who beats his friends up for being stupid when they don’t understand something he’s teaching them, but is so gentle when teaching you. he gets real close and talks in this low rumbly voice that’s just SO HOT

unofficialbf!katsuki whos an asshole to everyone but you

unofficialbf!katsuki who, despite being unnaturally nice to you and finds it hard to be/stay mad at you, gets really genuinely angry when you get reckless when fighting. the only times hes ever really yelled at you for real were when you put yourself in danger

unofficialbf!katsuki who doesnt care if mineta and kaminari ogle the other girls but would blow them up if they so much as laid an eye on you

unofficialbf!katsuki who tries to hide the way his eyes soften whenever you talk

unofficialbf!katsuki who, due to your childhood marriage/relationship/idk-its-complicated, is really comfortable with touching you. he would never let any of those other extras touch him, but he never hesitates to grasp your hand when you're scared, grab your waist to pull you in when he just wants you closer, or even pull you into his lap (in private) to cuddle. he has no problem manhandling you and throwing you over his shoulder or even carrying you bride-style when he's reaaally feeling confident. when you sit next to each other, his hands easily find your thigh almost subconsciously to rub his thumb over it soothingly

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been having tickle fights with since you were little! he would never DARE hit you like he would those other losers, so he tickles you when he thinks you're being annoying. he knows all of your ticklish spots and still uses it against you when he thinks you're being bratty (or when he just wants to hear you laugh, but he'd die before he admits it)

unofficialbf!katsuki who LOVES cuddling with you! (would never admit it) you get all loud and fussy sometimes (no one is allowed to sass him other than you) so he just pulls you close to his chest and drags his fingertips up and down your back in the way he knows you like. he loves how it gets you all quiet and sleepy and clingy in a matter of minutes. he wonders if you notice the way that after just a couple minutes, your speech starts to slur and you bury your face into his chest or neck. (he does. he notices.)

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been cuddling since you were kids so it just sort of continued as you two got older? you've known him for forever, so it never felt weird or anything. its just oddly natural? mitsuki has photos of you two cuddling from ages like 4-now.

speaking of mitsuki!! she absolutely ADORES you and unofficialbf!katsuki HATES it! he always mutters about how she likes you more than him whenever you come over, which is like everyday, which she always affirms happily. calls you "my sweet y/n-chan," "sweetheart," "dear," "lovely," and of course "my future daughter-in-law." (katsuki always tells her to "SHUT UP, OLD HAG" with bright red cheeks)

unofficialbf!katsuki whose grumpy moods and grumbles are easily halted by you running your hands through his blond spikes, which always turns him into putty in your hands

unofficialbf!katsuki who always has you in his dorm. he has this thing about nobody, not sero or denki or even kirishima being allowed in his bed when they hangout, but he lets you with no problem. in fact, he's the one who drags you into his bed with him.

unofficialbf!katsuki whose classmates have literally placed bets on when his balls will drop and he'll make you his official girlfriend (he cursed them out and blew stuff up when he found out)

can you tell im a sucker for the just friends/unofficial bf trope...

yapper reader x listener katsuki

notes: grumpy x sunshine also. basically just yap yap yap reader and bro stfu katsuki. based on some prompt i remember seeing forever ago. deviating from my usual 'reader and katsuki childhood friends go to ua tg' bc this is such a cute idea

the field is buzzing, students from different hero schools gathering in small groups and instructors calling out over the noise generating quite the racket. there’s tension, excitement, and a bit of rivalry in the air. class 1-a stands off to the side, eyes scanning the new arrivals. bakugo stands isolated from the group with his arms crossed, mouth already in a deep scowl.

he hates group exercises. hates surprise training simulations. hates-

“katsuki!!”

and then it happens.

a blur comes flying in from the other side of the field. he hears it before he sees it, and by the time he turns his head, it’s too late. you launch yourself at him from behind, tackling him in a full-body hug that actually makes him take a step forward. his body tenses immediately, hands twitching instinctively like he might throw you off-

but he doesn’t. he would never.

“kats! kats!” you giggle, climbing halfway up his back like he’s your personal jungle gym. you hook your chin over his shoulder, big goofy grin stretching across your face as you hug him tight. “hi!!”

there’s a long pause. bakugo doesn’t move. doesn’t shout. doesn’t blow anything up. the whole world stills in suspense.

eventually, he sighs, a hint of a not-angry expression present on his face. "hi."

“uh… are we… seeing this?” kirishima says under his breath, eyes wide.

“kats, i swear, it feels like it’s been forever since i’ve seen you! i mean, seriously, how is it that we’re both doing this hero thing and still barely getting any time to hang out? it’s like the universe just hates us or something. i’ve been stuck in this crazy hellfire intensity training like all week, and it’s not even the fun kind, it’s just endless drills and lectures and like ugh ohmygod, i’m so over it. anyway, i missed you kats!! how are you? healthy? well? making friends? wait, who am i kidding. youre definitely healthy because youre like a health-conscious old man, and definitely no friends."

you’re talking so fast he doesn’t have time to respond to anything. he just stares down at you, not saying a word or moving an inch.

eventually, he reaches out, drops a heavy hand onto your head, and mutters, “shut up.”

you beam like he just handed you flowers. “there he is,” you giggle, grabbing his arm and hugging it to your chest. “so grumpy. so cute. i miiiissed you!”

he grumbles something pissy under his breath, but makes no move to pull away.

aizawa’s voice cuts through the air. “pair off.”

despite you already hanging on him, bakugo grabs you immediately. “we’re teaming up.”

“wait, what?” mina says from behind him. “you’re not gonna work with us?”

“we’re teaming up,” he snaps again, louder this time, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“but you always-”

“shut up. all of you. shut. the fuck. up.”

you’re already bouncing beside him, eyes bright. “oh my god, kats, i have so many ideas. okay, okay—what if you blow a hole in the wall and you know how i texted you last week about that new feature on my costume? i could use that to- wait! or we could climb over the roof and-”

“you talk too much,” he mutters, dragging you along gently despite his annoyed expression.

“you love it,” you sing, completely unbothered.

he doesn’t answer.

but the tiniest corner of his mouth tugs up.

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