Cuddling With Bakugou!!

everyone go beg for a part two rn >:(

A Younger Time

Tags: fluff, Bakugou x gn!reader, time travel, swearing

Summary: Bakugou goes back in time and sees you.

Time travel.

That's something I wish I could do.

This is surreal.

Bakugou adjusts the collar of his school uniform uncomfortably, glaring at the clock in front of the 2A classroom. Correction, he thinks.

This was horseshit.

To think he was fighting a villain just a few minutes ago when he got hit with the villain's quirk. Now, look at him.

He's a fucking gremlin again.

The first thing that tips Bakugou off is where he is. It was his old dorm room back when he still lived at UA. The next is his appearance. He is shorter, for one, beady red eyes glaring at his hair that is now a little longer than it was originally.

Bakugou blows out a tired breath when he sees his uniform hanging on a hook in his closet. "Someone must be fucking with me." He says aloud.

But he himself has seen these incidences happen before. He's not superficial, he's heard about this damn villain long before he caught him. Only he didn't expect to get transported into the past the minute the villain had been apprehended successfully. In any case, that small fry can only use his quirk once a day.

Bakugou's agency would probably have already gotten intel about his absence and patched up his patrols with someone else. For now, all he could do is wait.

Grudgingly, he yanks his old uniform off the hangers and wears it, taking a mental picture of the time and date. Ah, great.

Now he has to worry about timetables and shit.

If Bakugou is lucky, he would be able to get back by the end of today. Worse come to worst, he'd be gone for a week. With his bag slung on his shoulder, he slams his door shut and makes his way to his classroom for the first period.

Bakugou's stunned when he's greeted by his circle of friends the second he steps foot into the classroom. Kirishima slings a hand around his shoulder, scaring the living shit out of him, and Mina gives him a cheery welcome and a wave of her hand. Startled, he freezes for a few seconds.

It had been literally weeks since he saw his friends. With no galas or excuses to gather, all he's been doing is working and working. It made his heart warm a tad bit because he never appreciated it then.

Still, he shrugs Kirishima's arm off carelessly and stalks to his seat, muttering a quiet. "'morning," under his breath.

Denki-Sparky-pouts, whining. "Bakugou, c'mon! We've been friends for about a year and a half! Loosen up a bit!"

I've been friends with y'all for about ten years. I think I've loosened up plenty. Bakugou thinks. Instead, he says. "Shut up Dunce Face. Should be glad I even greeted you."

"Come, on."

Gaining confidence, Bakugou nods to himself approvingly. Since he can pull off being his younger self, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He can use the time to find a way to get back to the future instead of worrying if someone were to find out about this.

Things would get complicated if someone spills the beans about him, he muses. They might probe him for happenings in the future, or try to hinder him from leaving.

"You seem off today, Bakugou."

Bakugou almost falls off his chair. He turns, heart hammering when he looks up to see you.

"Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

You.

You're the only damn person that could see through him as if he was as clear as glass. The co-founder of your shared agency, and his amazingly observant partner.

You're probably freaking out right now, worried sick of where he was.

He snorts, remembering how the both of you would dance around each other like this. "And you seem like you need to get your eyes checked, Shortie. What's your deal?"

He almost slips up and calls you 'babe', but opts for the teasing nickname he gave you years ago. It's rarely used now, but it was one he used often in the past.

Your eyebrows furrow, and even though Bakugou's sure he's refuted your comment perfectly, you're still weary. "Okay, if you say so..."

Great. Now you're suspicious. Bakugou glances at the clock that shows 10 minutes remaining before Mr Aizawa steps through the door.

"Oi," He stops you, grabbing your hand.

"I got something to tell you. Follow me."

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Should I make a part 2?

my tummy hurts

baby, you’re tiny | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.3K

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: first time!au, smut.

⇝ summary: there were many things katsuki loved about his girlfriend, the main being how tiny she was compared to him; more specifically, how tiny she looked when they were in the bedroom.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to 18 ), size!kink, protected sex, fingering ( female recieving ), virginity loss, sub!reader + dom!bakugou,spitting?? y’all idk its just smut ok!! katsuki is soft <33

⇝ author’s note(s): hello hello hello!! it’s been a while since i posted my lastr request so i hope you enjoy this!! this was a request by anon, apologies for the delay. also :( my blog has grown so much so i want to thank you all for 1K, ilysm <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you were tiny.

and if there was one thing katsuki bakugou loved most about you, his girlfriend, his how tiny you were.

at least compared to him.

most of class A had been shocked when you started dating at the start of second year; since in first year, all katsuki had done was pick on you for your height ( or lack thereof ) and nag you for your quirk— lullaby hadn’t been quite so powerful back then. but your fondness for him grew that summer, having spent time with he and eijirou over the break.

bakugou was sweet when he wanted to be, soft and attentive to you and you only. his teasing gradually let up, turning into sweet gestures or whispered praises and then finally stolen kisses under the night sky.

that’s what lead you both to date, in the end; but everyone supported you nonetheless. it was quite funny to see the great katsuki bakugou help fix your uniform in the morning or make you breakfast in the dorms and even if he yelled at the others for mentioning it— he loved the weight of your barely-there palm in his and the way you pouted up him with faux anger when he rested his elbow on your head.

you were short enough for him to tower over you and twirl you in his arms, small enough to look like you drowning in his hoodies that he gave you. even if he stopped mocking you for your height, over a year ago— even now, in your third year he still loved it.

you were so tiny and he loved it.

he especially loved the way you looked under him right now.

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i don’t think im doing okay but im making other people happy so somehow i’m content with it

love ur blog, keep up the good work!! ❣️❣️❣️

thank you :((💜

help me

any ideas?

ik i sound so third grade rn but i haven’t done this in so long

i did something. idk if it was a good but i did something. let’s hope it goes somewhere

UPDATE GUYS WE HAVE BEEN TEXTING FOR HOURS AND EVEN CSLLED HEHEHEH

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kiss me

bingo slot: first kiss

words: 2.3k

paring: bakugou x reader

warnings: none ?

You knew that from the moment you woke up to the time you stepped out of your room, someone was bound to attack you. Whether it was your younger brother or your best friend, you were never surprised. Your best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, had been in your life quite literally from the time you were carried into your house two days after you were born, up until now. His family had moved into their house the day you were born and surprisingly they had a little boy that was just a few months older than you. You two had known each other from diapers and playdates your mothers would set up, and you were both now seniors in high school.

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i need more of this

and katsuki’s a bitch. he jokingly mocks y/n’s moans after their done.

“you know our neighbors are gonna file a complain about you right?”

“katsuki?!!? why?? what did i do????”

“ahhh— oh my god! fuck! katsuki! fuck that’s so good! ahhh! i’m gonna—”

“i hate you”

does it with all his body weight on you and kissing up your neck. he smells like you and it’s making you feel woozy. hand on your waist to hold you tight close to him and he’s so equally cute and annoying.

No but imagine it's your birthday and Katsu has went out of his way to make the day perfect for you, which includes cooking both dinner and a cake, only to have you on your bed while kneeling behind you, arm firm around your waist to keep you in place as he's sucking on your neck while knuckles deep inside you by the end of the night

CW/ TW. Explicit. Bratty!Reader, Fingering

AN. Ugh, this! Also, I apologize for any errors. I wrote this kinda late >.<

He's probably super sweet about it too: plans on letting you sleep in and bringing you breakfast in bed.

And you appreciate it, you really do. But literal weeks have gone by since you were last intimate—the images of Katsuki pressing you down against the sheets and calling you his good girl becoming fuzzy little figments.

You understand part of being a hero means long tiring days—in the office and on the field—and more often than not, he barely says hello before he's snoring into his pillow. 

Still, you can't help the small pout tugging at your lips when you wake up and find Katsuki's side of the bed cold. You look between the offending imprint left behind to the open bedroom door where the smell of breakfast wafts in from the hallway, on the verge of burrowing back into the blankets before your boyfriend pops in with a tray full of food. 

You continue to sulk even though the food smells good (of course it does), and as Katsuki's husky morning voice gives you goosebumps. 

"Happy birthday, baby." 

It doesn't take him very long to catch on to your sour mood, or the way your eyes not-so-subtly trace the defined naked lines of his abdomen.

You almost smirk triumphantly when his gaze drops down between slowly parting knees, until his face shifts into a look you know all too well. 

A squeak catches in your throat when he drags you down the bed by your ankle, gulping loudly at the smirk that splits across his lips—

"Such an ungrateful fucking brat," he growls into your skin, marking the spot on your thigh with his teeth just to hear your sweet moans.

"'M not," you sob into your pillow, fingernails digging into the soft sheets. 

"Coulda'," he bites again, this time closer to where your thigh met your slick folds, "fooled me." 

You shiver, clenching down hard around his fingers.

"Listen to how sloppy this pussy is." His voice drips with condescension while his fingers scissor in and out of you at a torturously slow pace. "You like it when I treat you like a needy little slut, huh?" 

All you can do is moan, thoughts reduced down to mere static from the way he's fucking you. 

"Better say thank you after I'm done because this is all you get."

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