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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ON MY KNEES FOR AN IZUKU SMAU WITH HIM AND MC CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER SOOO BAD BUT THEY'RE TWO IDIOTS WHO GO: "oh they wanna hang out one on one? Damn we're such good friends"

just us? | i. midoriya

just two best friends hanging out one-on-one every weekend, doing couple things, and totally not dating (yet)

let me see what you have!! 🔪

Katsuki Bakugo

summary: he gives into your pleads

 cw: nsfw (mdni)

tone: bf Katsuki

It wasn’t often Katsuki let you persuade him into things, especially when it came to his jurisdiction.

After all your cries and wailing to be given the opportunity of topping, he finally gave in and let you have a shot. Not at all because he wanted to see how you do, but simply because he didn’t want to hear you whine anymore.

The mood was set and a hard on waiting just for that plush ass to grind on was laid right out in front.

At first, things seemed normal. You entered, settled down, and began at a fair pace. But like any other situation, Katsuki’s patience was depleting, and fast.

The longer you went, the slower your stamina became and eventually he grew bored of you playing cowgirl. “I know you’re tired. Just let me do what I do best.” And without as much of a warning, he squeezed the peaches of your ass and hip thrust, lifting you in the process.

Slowly, he emptied his dick from inside your flesh walls until only the tip was present, making you shiver and brace yourself by gripping his shoulders. Then, he slammed back in, pushing up against your cervix.

Katsuki’s broken, suppressed moan oddly synchronized with your yelp. “Yeah, mm… This is just how I like it.”

With each thrust made your hands slip over, and over again. That’s when you had to resort to gripping his neck instead, gaining much more balance that way. He gagged a little, being choked by your thumbs.

Oddly enough, he liked the stimulation and only made him determined to go even faster. He huffed as he raised his hand to the back of your head and dipped it down so your ear was next to his lips. A grunt slipped out before he spoke.

“I’ll take charge from now on.” He panted, closing his eyes to finish. “Every. time.”

💚🧡💙

AHHH I LOVE

Izuku and Katsuki adult versions I LOVE THEMMM

The Secretary

agedup! Katsuki Bakugou x (Fem) Reader

MDNI!! (18+)

description: Your entire world flips when you become the explosive hero’s secretary. In the world of high stakes and even higher tension, will you be able to resist his pull, or will you find yourself lost in the heat of it all?” (this bitch is loooooong)

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Pro Hero Dynamite has always been known to overwork at his agency.

Go above and beyond until something is perfect. Every file, every mission plan, every recruit—flawless or you’re wasting his damn time. He doesn’t do breaks. He doesn’t do patience. And he sure as hell doesn’t do mistakes.

People line up to work for him.

Because once you’ve worked under Dynamite, you can work anywhere. You’ve been sharpened by fire. Agencies compete for people who survive even six months at his side.

But just because everyone wants the job doesn’t mean they keep it.

He doesn’t notice most of his staff—doesn’t care to. The only people who get a fraction of his attention are his sidekicks and his PA team. The rest of you? Replaceable. Background.

That’s what you were. Just background.

A newly hired secretary brought in to replace the last one—fired, rumor has it, for leaving a single classified folder out overnight. You were pulled from a random list. No connections, no special qualifications. Just a name picked in a moment of desperation.

And from the beginning, you kept your head down.

Did your job. Stayed quiet. Didn’t try to get in his way. You figured if you didn’t bother him, you’d survive longer than the last girl.

And for a while, it worked.

Until he looked at you.

⸻

It was barely a glance, the first time. You were handing him a folder, and your fingers brushed his. That was it.

But the next day, he asked for you by name. “y/n go to this next meeting for me in 40 minutes and take some notes have it on my desk by 3”

The day after that? He called you into his office to retype a document you knew damn well his PA could’ve handled. He started showing up at your desk more. Asking questions. Staring a little too long when you answered.

No one said anything, but the change was obvious.

Your name started circulating in whispers.

Not in a good way.

Because Dynamite had a reputation. Not just for being a perfectionist or a hard-ass—but for being a flirt. The kind who smiled in interviews and left parties with models on his arm. He was cocky, crude, and didn’t hide the fact that he could get whoever he wanted. He was in the tabloids almost as much as he was on the news. You weren’t his type. Not even close. So whatever attention he was giving you? It had to be temporary.

⸻

Recently one of your male co-workers had been interacting with you a little more than usual lately. He’d stop by your desk for small talk, lingering longer than necessary and dropping subtle hints of flirting—hints you quickly brushed off.

One afternoon, as he stood by your desk chatting about the new coffee shop that had just opened a few blocks from the agency, you heard the unmistakable sound of heavy, aggressive footsteps echoing through the hallway. The air shifted. The floor seemed to still as the explosion hero’s voice cut through the buzz of conversation like a blade.

“Kato,” Dynamite said dryly, voice low but so loud and commanding that it echoed across the entire floor. “Leave my secretary alone and get the hell back to work.”

Everything went quiet.

You could feel the eyes of your coworkers flicking between you and Bakugou, the tension thick in the air. Kato blinked, visibly flinching before muttering something under his breath and practically scrambling away. After that? Silence. No more desk visits. No more awkward compliments. He disappeared.

A few days passed, then a week. You hadn’t realized just how quiet it had been until you were in the break room, talking with Yumi, one of the only people you were actually close with at work. She was leaning against the counter, sipping her tea when you brought it up.

“Hey, Yumi,” you said casually, trying to sound nonchalant as you stirred your drink. “Have you seen Kato around? Last time we talked, he mentioned grabbing coffee at that new place nearby.”

Yumi gave you a look over her cup. “Oh? You don’t know?”

You blinked. “Know what?”

She lowered her voice, leaning in slightly like she was about to share a secret. “After Dynamite yelled at him, Kato got transferred to the other floor—support tech. Apparently he asked for it himself.”

Your eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Word is he went to HR the same day. Said something about ’not wanting to interfere with higher-up dynamics.’” She raised an eyebrow meaningfully. “You ask me? I think he got the message loud and clear—and maybe a little scared. Bakugou doesn’t exactly play subtle.”

You felt your cheeks warm, not sure if it was from embarrassment or something else entirely. You looked away, but Yumi smirked.

“He’s totally territorial over you, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, though your heart was beating just a little faster. “He’s my boss.”

Yumi laughed. “Right. And I’m just here for the free snacks.”

⸻

Things started getting more odd after you grabbed your paycheck, scanning it quickly. Your eyes widen. There’s an extra $200 in there. What the hell?

You head straight to HR, a bit confused. “Hey, I think you guys messed up my pay. There’s, uh, an extra amount in here.”

The HR rep looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “No, we didn’t mess up. You got the raise from the boss yesterday. Didn’t you know?”

You blink. “A raise? From Dynamite?”

They nod. “Yeah. He approved it. It’s all there. So… enjoy the extra cash?”

You stand there for a moment, trying to process it. He didn’t say anything about a raise.

Later, you march into Bakugou’s office. He looks up from his desk, not even bothering to look surprised.

“Aren’t you supposed to be re-organizing those files? I told you I needed that done today y/n” he grumbles, like it’s just another day.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were giving me a raise?” you ask, arms crossed. “I went to HR, and they said it’s from you. You just… threw in a $200 bump like it was nothing?”

He shrugs, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Yeah, and?. You’ve been working hard, so you get a bump. Don’t make it a big deal.”

You stare at him, trying to hide the confusion. “But you couldn’t have just said something, I thought it was a true and honest mistake? I didn’t want to get in trouble or anything.”

“Not my problem. It’s in your paycheck. Deal with it,” he grunts, turning his attention back to his papers.

“But I-“ you were quickly cut off by his desk phone ringing.

“y/l/n can’t you just fuckin’ thank me? now get back to work don’t ever question me again” he says before answering the phone.

You stand there, a little speechless. You eventually turn around and leave his office just to sit at your desk still confused as ever.

⸻

work had been piling up, you started staying later than usual at nights. But this night was different.

It was supposed to be simple—just a few files left to organize, highlight, and prep for tomorrow morning. Everyone else on the floor had cleared out hours ago. You liked the quiet. No one breathing down your neck. Just your thoughts and the occasional creak of the building.

Then the elevator dinged.

You didn’t look up until you heard the crash—something hard slamming against the wall near the lift.

And then, there he was.

Him.

Pro Hero Dynamite. In full gear. Hair still wild from battle, jaw tight—and in his arms? A woman.

Not just any woman. A model. One you’d seen in magazines, ads, maybe even a billboard or two. And they weren’t just walking. They were clawing at each other, lips locked, her dress hitched halfway up her thighs. His hands all over her.

He didn’t even glance your way—until he did.

Right as he shoved open his office door.

His eyes locked on you. Smoldering. Unbothered. Maybe even a little amused.

And then he shut the door behind them. Click.

Seconds passed. Then minutes. Then you heard it.

The moaning. The banging. The desperate, ugly sounds of sex through that too-thin wall, and you didn’t even hesitate. You gathered your things, barely breathing, and booked it for the elevator before your face could give anything away. You didn’t look back.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he stared at you.

Like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

⸻

The next morning, you came in earlier than usual—half-hoping, half-praying you wouldn’t have to see him.

Your desk felt different. Like it had absorbed last night’s shame. The pens in your cup were crooked. The light too bright. You reorganized your files twice just to stop your hands from shaking.

You told yourself he wouldn’t bring it up.

He wouldn’t have to.

Because it meant nothing.

To him, it was just another Tuesday night. Another random girl. Another fuck.

And then… you saw him.

Striding across the hallway from his office—jacket slung over his shoulder, hair freshly wet from a shower, and a goddamn coffee in hand like he hadn’t just traumatized you twelve hours ago.

He didn’t even look at you. Not at first.

He passed your desk with that same practiced indifference, talking to a sidekick about an upcoming mission, barely blinking. You exhaled. Maybe it was just another night. Maybe he really didn’t care.

Then, without warning, he stopped mid-step. Turned his head just slightly. Your blood ran cold. But he kept walking. That was it. That tiny little jab, buried so deep it wouldn’t make sense to anyone else—but you knew.

He knew. And now he was watching to see what you’d do with it.

⸻

You didn’t do anything. What could you do?

You buried yourself in your work. Avoided his gaze when he passed your desk. Ignored the little smirk that tugged at his mouth every time your fingers trembled while handing him a report. You told yourself it would fade—that he’d get bored and move on.

But he didn’t. He kept finding reasons to come by. Most times it was work-related. sometimes it wasn’t.

“Where’s the file from yesterday? The one you highlighted.”

“There’s a typo on this one. Wanna tell me where your brain was?”

“You always jump when someone groans, or is that just me?”

“do you always wear skirts that short?”

And the worst part? He never looked guilty. Never embarrassed. Just amused. Like he’d found a new game to play—and you were the only one who didn’t know the rules.

⸻

The next night came.

You were once again the last one in the office, filing mission reports. This time, you double-checked the elevator schedule before staying late. Dynamite had a press conference that evening. He wouldn’t be back until hours later—if at all.

You let your guard down.

Big mistake.

Because when the elevator dinged around 10:43 p.m., and you turned expecting to see a janitor or a delivery guy—

It was him. Alone.

No model this time. Just Dynamite. Loose black tee, sweats slung low, dog tags catching the hall light. He didn’t say a word. Just walked down the hall, slow and deliberate, until he was standing at your desk.

You blinked up at him. “…Can I help you, sir?”

He stared for a moment—eyes hooded, lazy. Then leaned a forearm on your desk. “You’re always here late.” Your throat tightened. “There’s a lot to do.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, gaze dipping briefly to your lips. “That why you stayed last night too?”

“I—I didn’t realize anyone else was—”

“Oh, you realized.” That smug look returned. “You saw everything, didn’t you?” Heat crawled down your spine. He tilted his head slightly. “And what’d you think, secretary? Get a good show?” You stood up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor.

“I’m—going home. I’m done for the night.”

But as you tried to slip past him, he didn’t move.

Just let his fingers graze the edge of your desk—then yours. Soft. Barely there. Enough to make you stop.

And his voice? Lower this time. Quieter. Laced with something darker. “I fucked her thinking about you all alone out here” he said under his breath, not loud enough for you to hear.

As you took the bus home after work, his words lingered in your mind. he made you feel like some dirty pervert.

⸻

The following day came, you were a nervous wreck coming to work and praying to whoever was up there to not see him again. But for some reason lady luck was on your side because word got around that Dynamite wouldn’t be in office due for a little to an over ran mission a couple of cities over. You felt the weight of what was like an elephant lift from your shoulders hearing it. The next couple of days you could breathe and get your work done, until the night he came back. You weren’t planning to stay late again but the mission reports were a mess, your inbox was full, and your brain was too fried to say no when your team lead asked for help. Plus you wanted to get it all done so you could go home early for the weekend tomorrow.

Everyone else had left. The sun was long gone, the sky a navy blur behind the tall glass windows. You figured he was still out. Same patrol mission or high-level meeting.

You were so fucking wrong.

The elevator dinged at 11:36pm. You didn’t even look up because you just KNEW. you heard the heavy bootsteps crossing the hall, slow and measured—each one landing like they meant something.

You slowly looked up. There he was.

Hair messy from the wind, shirt clinging to his frame, jaw sharp with tension like he’d been gritting it for hours. He didn’t say anything—just stood there, watching you behind that massive front desk like you were the one interrupting him.

You swallowed. HARD. “…e-evening.”

A low hum left his throat, his gaze staying on you like you were the only thing in the room.

He didn’t walk away. Just shifted his weight slightly, his eyes scanning your desk. You could feel the pressure of his stare, like he was seeing right through you.

You followed his line of sight—realizing too late that your files were fanned out everywhere. Messy. Color-coded. Your pink highlighter cap left open next to your now cold coffee.

Shit.

You scrambled to get up and gather everything, heart thudding harder than you’d like to admit. “I—I’ll get these off before I leave. I just wanted to finish highlighting—”

He didn’t let you finish.

One step closer, without warning.

His body moved with purpose, no hesitation. He didn’t lean in, didn’t raise his voice, but somehow his presence swallowed you whole.

He just tapped twice—once, twice—on the corner of a sticky note beside your hand.

Then, his voice came, low, clipped, a little too calm for your liking.

“Next time you highlight mission details…”

“…don’t use pink.”

he paused for a moment looking at you while his finger was still resting on the sticky note.

“I fucking hate pink.”

You stiffened, trying to shake off the irritation that bubbled up in your chest.

“Well, maybe I’m not here to impress you,” you muttered under your breath, your annoyance pushing you further than you meant to go.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even react at first.

You tried to ignore the sudden heat crawling up your neck. It was just a comment—nothing more.

But then you saw it.

His lips curled into a faint smirk, that signature cocky grin of his. He leaned in just a little more, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket like he was too relaxed, too calm for the situation.

“Not here to impress me?” His voice was smooth, almost condescending. “Then why the hell are you even still here, huh?”

Your jaw tightened. You were about to fire back, but he wasn’t done.

He took another step forward. This time, there was no space left between you.

His eyes narrowed, gaze dropping from your face to the pink highlighter in your hand. He reached out, slowly, deliberately, taking the cap from the table and flicking it absentmindedly.

His eyes met yours, cold but sharp. He didn’t blink.

“You wanna talk back to me, huh? You wanna act like you don’t care what I think?” He leaned in closer, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his body. “You’ll get real fucking tired of that attitude real fast.”

You tried to hold your ground, but something in the air was shifting. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating in a way that made you feel small. Vulnerable. He was in your space now—too close. But you couldn’t bring yourself to back away.

“What, you think I’m scared of you?” Your voice was steady, though your heart was pounding in your chest.

His lips curled into a knowing grin, his fingers brushing the back of your hand like it was nothing. But the touch was deliberate. “No, but I think you like it.”

You inhaled sharply, your pulse quickening.

“Like what?” you breathed, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

“Like it when I call you out,” he replied, his voice dripping with something dangerously close to amusement. “Like it when I make you feel something you don’t know how to handle.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he stepped back.

His eyes locked onto yours one last time, with a smooth, and mocking tone. “Not here to impress me, huh? Guess what? You’re not fooling anyone.”

You bristled at the implication, trying to pull away from the tension that was building in the space between you two. But he didn’t let up. Instead, he moved even closer, stepping into your personal space until there was barely an inch of air between you.

“Keep playing it cool,” he continued, his voice dropping an octave, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “But I know exactly what you want.“

His lips were only inches from yours now, and you could feel his breath warm against your skin.

Your heart pounded, and the words escaped you before you could stop them.

“And what exactly do you think I want?” you breathed.

His grin widened, a wicked, confident curl of his lips, and then, in a voice that was barely a whisper, he answered, “You want me to prove it.”

“fuck you” that’s all it took.

And before you could even process what he meant, he was on you.

His hands found your waist, lifting you onto the desk, making sure there was no space between you. The way he kissed you, with so much force and urgency, made it clear he wasn’t about to stop.

You gasped as he trailed his lips down to your collarbone, his hands already pulling at your shirt, lifting it over your head. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way. The heat in your body was building rapidly, your skin tingling where his hands brushed.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he growled, his lips back on yours with a hunger you couldn’t resist.

You pulled him closer, urging him to take what he wanted, because deep down, you knew you were past the point of no return.

And when his hands moved to the waistband of your pants, you didn’t hesitate, lifting your hips to let him undress you completely.

He didn’t waste any time, his mouth back on your neck, his hands working to free himself from his pants, all while he never broke eye contact with you.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust, the words slipping from him in a low growl.

You could hardly breathe, let alone think. But somehow, you managed to whisper, “Dynamite.”

He smirked against your neck, his hand coming down on your ass with a harsh smack, the sound echoing in the quiet room. You jolted, a breathless gasp escaping your lips, and he leaned back, his eyes narrowing.

“I said, say MY fucking name,” he repeated, his voice a little sharper this time.

You moaned, your body aching for more as you looked up at him with a pleading expression. “Katsuki,” you whined, your voice higher, desperate. The sound of his name on your lips, the way it twisted in the air between you two, sent him into a frenzy.

He didn’t give you a moment to recover—he grabbed your thighs and dragged you to the edge of the desk, his mouth crashing into yours again, hungry and unrelenting. You felt the hard press of his cock against your bare core, still hidden behind the fabric of his boxers, and you instinctively rolled your hips, chasing the friction you so desperately needed.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ insane,” he hissed against your lips, pulling back just enough to look at you—flushed, panting, pupils blown wide. “Actin’ like you didn’t want this. Walkin’ around the office in those tight little skirts… lookin’ at me like that… like you wanted to be fucked.”

You whimpered, and he chuckled darkly, pulling his boxers down and letting his cock spring free. The sight alone had your breath hitching, and he noticed.

“Yeah?” he muttered, stroking himself slowly as he watched your reaction. “This what you’ve been needin’? Bet your fingers couldn’t even come close to makin’ you feel this full.”

And then he pushed in—slowly, almost teasing, stretching you inch by inch until your back arched and a breathless moan spilled from your lips, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull.

“Fuck—you feel better than I ever imagined,” he gritted, gripping your hips so tight you knew he’d leave marks. “Tight little pussy takin’ me so well.”

He set a brutal pace, snapping his hips against yours, the desk creaking beneath you both his as your body rocked with each thrust. You could barely form words—just whimpers and his name on loop like a prayer.

And then, just when you thought it couldn’t get filthier, he leaned in, his voice rasping directly into your ear.

“You know how many girls I’ve fucked the last two weeks?”

Each word was punctuated by a hard, punishing thrust.

“Every. Single. ONE of them—I thought about you.”

You gasped, your nails clawing at his back as your orgasm built dangerously fast.“Thought bout how beautiful you’d look bent over my fuckin’ desk takin’ my cock.”

Your eyes rolled back, the filthy words and his relentless rhythm dragging you closer to the edge. Your whole body trembled under him, your mind trying to deny it, trying to keep up, but your body had already surrendered. It needed him. All of him.

“And how amazing your tits would look bouncin’ in my face as you ride me.” he leaned down to your chest and sucked on your tit as he fondled the other with his free hand.

You gasped as his words hit you like a wave, the sharpness of his growl sending a tremor through your body. Every word he spoke, every thrust, made it harder to remember what it was you were supposed to resist.

His pace quickened, and you were helpless under him. Each snap of his hips felt like a jolt of electricity, shooting through your veins, making you gasp and moan for him. The desk beneath you scraped against the floor as he pushed you closer to the edge, and all you could do was hold on, your fingers digging into the wood as you clung to whatever semblance of control you had left.

“Say my name again,” he commanded, his voice thick with need. “Say it and mean it this time.”

“Kats-sukiiiiiaaa,” you breathed, your head thrown back, the sensation of him inside you almost too much to handle. You could feel your walls tightening around him, your body already on the brink of breaking. You were so close—so close you could taste it.

His lips curled into a wicked grin as he saw the desperation in your eyes, his pace never slowing. “That’s it, princess,” he growled, his hand snaking down to rub your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “You’re mine now. All mine and not any of these shitty extras around this place”.

You could barely respond, your mind clouded with the pleasure he was giving you. Every inch of your body felt like it was on fire, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core until you were trembling with the effort of holding back.

And then, with one last, forceful thrust, he drove you over the edge. Your body arched against him, your moans a desperate mixture of his name and incoherent sounds. His name tumbled from your lips again, this time louder, as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and weak.

But Bakugou didn’t stop. He wasn’t done with you yet.

He kept going, pushing you through your orgasm with a brutal determination that had you gasping for air. His thrusts grew erratic, faster, harder, as his own release approached. His breath was ragged in your ear, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room.

With one final growl, he pulled you closer, his hand gripping your hips as he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling over as he held you against him, each shuddering breath making it clear just how much he needed you—how much he’d been holding back.

For a long moment, you both stayed like that, tangled in each other’s arms, breathless and spent. He kissed your forehead softly, a rare moment of tenderness after the storm, but the fire in his eyes never fully faded.

“Next time,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, “I’ll be fuckin’ you in my bed not some flimsy office desk.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing the muscles in his back as you both tried to catch your breath. This… this was just the beginning.

Katsuki x fem reader

In which you meet someone unexpectedly in a bar.

Part1

A long day at work doesn't help you relax at all. Your boss has been nagging at you to complete the work he's been demanding for a while, it's not that you don't want to do it, rent keeps you busy and it also distracts you from work.

Only solution? Well you decided to go to a bar which is 3 km away from your house. Maybe a glass of beer can get rid of the stress that has been piling up?

You were already at the counter ordering a glass of beer talking to a nearby bartender, just as your orders arrived, there was a tall masculine figure beside you, you couldn't see well cuz of the dim light of the bar.

before you notice it the guy interrupted you by pointing out "what 'cha staring at? " embarrassment quickly shows on your face that you've been staring at a stranger.

"I-i'm sorry I didn't mean to stare! " Apologizing was the best solution to avoid any awkwardness between the two of you.

"Tch" the guy clicked his tongue.

"Uh..How about i pay you for the drink! We can settle this down" You offered him to take the deal you've put up to yourself, maybe the guy would stop giving that intimate aura.

"Whatever, do what you want" said the guy while stirring the beer in his glass, your mind starts to wonder if the guys actually have any good sides or not behind his grumpy face.

He has that blonde hair colour, red ruby eyes, and a pretty face. This guy is actually very attractive.

"So..what's your name mysterious guy?" you said while ordering the same kind of beer for him.

He takes a quick look at your face catching your question rolling out of your mouth.

"Bakugo."

"No last name, pretty boy?" You jokingly said, Bakugo look at your face again giving you a new look on his face. "Don't call me that u brat."

"Alright alright! I was just joking, Bakugo" giggles come out of your lips.

You keep on bothering Bakugo the entire night drinking your ass over until the stress earlier fades away like ashes.

"You are so sexy Bakugo." You flirtatiously said, "I think we need to get this to my place.." By the look on Bakugo's face he can already tell that you are at your limit after drinking shots of glass.

Bakugo dragged your hand and told you to follow him "Come on dumbass you're drunk. I'll get you to my house."

"Awee okay pretty boy..."

boyfriend katsuki doesn’t know, or care, about the difference between your wants and needs.

you’re out of your favorite lip gloss? it’s sitting on your desk the next morning, the exact shade, down to the brand, like he memorized it months ago.

you mention craving a drink in passing? he’s pressing the bottle into your hand within minutes, like it just magically appeared in his pocket.

you linger a second too long in front of a display window, eyes catching on a delicate necklace? its draped around your neck by nightfall.

when katsuki’s your boyfriend, the world bends to your desires. because if you want it, then in his mind, you need it. and katsuki always makes sure you have what you need.

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.”