Its 2am And I'm Struggling With An Assignment That I Need A 1000-word Draft For By Tomorrow Morning 😭😭

i need everyone to read this right now. so good.

most nights, katsuki will sit under the covers with his debriefing file and a blank, uninterested stare—flipping through the documents as you prance around the room getting ready for bed.

he’s seen you do this an endless amount of times, and has even been dragged into the commotion on numerous occasions—ending the night with a green face mask and a faux frown.

still, he doesn’t really get it.

of course, brushing your teeth is a given, and he won’t fuss about you washing your face—but the line has to be drawn somewhere, right?

pillow mist—the latest villain.

“babe, seriously?” he coughs, sitting up a bit as he sticks his tongue out and holds a hand over his throat. maybe, you went a little trigger happy with the black chamomile, but he’s being dramatic. “it’s in my fuckin’ mouth!”

“there’s an easy fix for that, y’know,” you smile, running your thumb and index finger across your lips in a zipping motion.

his eyes grow wide—not out of anger, or shock, but amusement. your smug comments are never ending and supremely annoying, but he fucking loves them—they’re cute. you’re cute.

he watches, tonguing at his cheek as you plop down in front of the large floor length mirror like a heathen—skincare splayed out in front of you.

you would do this in the bathroom, but you’ve been told not to by your boyfriend—who’s just looking to maximize his precious time with you, even if it means choking back the polluted air.

though he’d still argue that you are the only one who should be choking on anything while in the bedroom—not him.

“katsuki, stop that,” you laugh, catching his gaze through the reflection as your fingers run along your cheeks, working in your moisturizer.

“huh?”

stop what? existing? he’s just sitting there, hasn’t moved a muscle or opened his mouth in almost two whole minutes, and you’re telling him to stop? what the hell do you want from—

“you’re staring.”

oh, well—you’re wearing his shirt, the black long sleeve that hangs off your shoulder just a tad and drowns your hands in excess fabric. he gave you this shirt after your first night together, and while it’s no more than a piece of cotton—it’s special.

it reminds him of that morning, when you padded into the kitchen and asked what he was doing. he was making breakfast, obviously, but you insisted he come back to bed.

you were annoying, selfish—he had no more than an hour before he had to be at the agency, and you were asking him to skip the most important meal of the day to cuddle with you. unbelievable.

nevertheless, it was then that katsuki knew he was in love—with you passed out on his chest, in his shirt, just ten minutes before he had to leave.

so yes, he’s staring.

“am not,” he scoffs, keeping his eyes glued to you as you dab yet another cream onto your fingers. what the hell are you concocting over there? “i’m makin’ sure you don’t kill us with all that shit.”

if anyone were going to kill us—it would be you. the sentence pops into your head, but dies before it ever has a shot at tumbling out of your mouth.

maybe, that would’ve been something you said to the katsuki you first met years ago—but never to the one sitting in your bed right now. if you told the public what you did on that morning, you’re almost certain that half the population would be wondering how you lived to tell the tale—because no way in hell would the dynamight let that slide, right? everyone and their mother knows that his job as a pro hero is incredibly important to him.

but, not once in your relationship have you ever felt an ounce of unease, anxiety, anything, that’d make you doubt your safety for a single second—because you are more important to katsuki.

“you still with me?” he interrupts your selfish train of thought, pushing himself off the headboard to get a better look at your face. you’re a little zoned out. “fuckin’ fumes are gettin’ to you, huh?”

“i’m fine kats,” you grin, stepping back into reality as you screw the lid back onto your eye cream. you turn, sharing your smile with him.

“c’mere,” he rasps, leaning back onto his freshly scented pillow and discarding his papers onto the nightstand.

“or what?” you challenge, looking to rile him up a little before you inevitably go over there.

“you wanna find out?” he smirks, mind flooding with a tidal wave of lewd thoughts that he’s most definitely going to share with you later.

the voice in your mind screams yes, and you rise to your feet—shuffling over there in your slippers a little too eagerly, you’re sure.

you climb atop the covers and sit beside him—milliseconds away from opening your mouth to say something that would’ve gotten you into even more trouble—but he pulls you down for a kiss.

maybe he knew what was coming and saved you, or maybe this is you finding out. reason aside—he’s kissing you. slowly, his mouth moves against yours, and subtly, he tugs on the collar of your shirt—pulling you impossibly close.

“katsuki,” you sigh, running a thumb over his cheek as you lean your forehead against his. he’s pretty—strong, sharp features contrasting the softness behind his eyes. you know this look, it’s the same one he gave you that morning. gosh, how did you get so damn—

“hey,” he barks, grinning wide as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “you starin’ at me?”

oh god.

Bakugou calling you princess at any given opportunity just to make your heart melt a little and make you squirm while you wait for him to growl the pet name in your ear while he fucks you good and hard.

Catching Fire

Bakugou x fem!reader

synopsis: not everyone like what they see in the mirror, but he’s there to love you unconditionally until you learn to love yourself.

wc: 1.6k

cw: ⚠️mentions of ed⚠️, self hatred, body dysmorphia, self deprecating thoughts, hurt -> comfort, characters are third years in hs so 18 (if i missed anything let me know :))

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you can picture whatever you would like but this is the dress i had in mind

You’ll never see yourself the way others do. No one will. You see how you're supposed to look all around you and by comparison, you're not the same. But beauty comes in all shapes and forms, it just takes some longer than others to realize it.

The first step to getting better was addressing the problem, but it became hard when your mind warped your thoughts into continuous self-deprecating statements made to tear you apart, rip you to shreds until you were nothing more than a sobbing body in front of the mirror. For you it was control, the feeling of trying to be able to regulate your diet and appearance was the thing that sent you down this spiraling hole in the first place.

But to you there was no issue, it was just trying to better yourself. Yeah, bettering yourself. What’s so wrong with that? And the more you justified it, the less farfetched it seemed. You had hidden it very well too, having the perfect excuses for your absence of eating, your routine of working out looking normal with how much you did it before, and the clothing that hid your body oh so well. And the plan was to keep this going until you finally saw the desirable woman you wanted to be in the mirror.

But plans can come crumbling down like an avalanche with one small disturbance. Yours was him, your boyfriend who loved you and only you unconditionally. Everyone else might think he is an asshole who wouldn’t know how to treat a girl if you gave him an instruction manual, but he was truly the only thing keeping you stable.

Trying to keep your new health regimen is hard with the brooding man hanging around all the time. You loved his presence, but the intrusive thoughts always ruined your good mood, “He knows,” “He’s only with you because he pities you,” “There’s a million prettier girls he would rather be with than you.”

Recently he had noticed your skittish behavior, whenever he would touch you, it was flinches and stiffness, so naturally Bakugou had wondered what was wrong. From then on out, he began to pay more attention to how you act, trying to find the underlying cause of your odd demeanor.

However, it wasn’t until he had asked you to a dinner date that he realized what your deal was. The blonde runs up to you after school ready to walk home with you, when he proposes the idea, “Hey I haven't taken you out in a while, how’s about we go to dinner. Somewhere nice and fancy.”

He turns to you expecting an answer. Before you could even think of declining, you see it. The devilishly charming boyish smile he holds just for you, only for you. And that is the only reason you say, “Yeah, that sounds nice, Katsu.”

“Tonight, good for you?” He asks eyes straight ahead. A small hum in agreement from you it all it takes to tell him yes.

Once at your doorstep, he moves just a tad closer to you, grabbing your face gently in his hand and speaks once more.

“I’ll pick you up around 7, ‘kay baby?” He goes to whisper in your ear one last thing before taking his leave, “And wear that little purple dress, ‘s my favorite on you.” one last kiss goodbye was all he gave to bid you farewell.

In theory, everything was fine, you would get ready, order a salad, skip dessert, then work it off tomorrow. Everything was fine. It would be fine, you still had control.

Figuring you had time to shower and do your makeup, you rushed upstairs to clean yourself off. The more time you had to fix how you looked in that dress, the better. It was all going fine and dandy until it was time for you to get dressed.

Pulling the lilac piece of cloth out of your closet was a lot harder than you wanted to admit but putting it on was a different story. Truth is, it fits you just fine, even a bit big on you. But that’s not how your brain spun it, your reflection staring back at you, the taunting figure in the mirror you so fearfully dreaded to see.

It should have taken you an hour to get ready, however the time pushing 6:45 has other ideas. By this point you have broken down completely, just sitting on your bed in front of the reflective glass, your silhouette looking right back at you. And before you could have time to worry about the number on the clock, the doorbell rang, signifying your lover's arrival. Damn him for being punctual all the time.

You make no move to answer the door, or even move at all, forcing your mom to open the door to your awaiting boyfriend. It feels like you're numb, you can feel yourself crying but at the same time nothing at all. Only the wet tears streaming down your face at an alarming rate.

“Hi Bakugou, it’s nice to see you again!” You hear your mother greet, “Y/N, Bakugou’s here for you!” And after a minute of no response from you she tells him, “You can go on up, I’m sure she’s probably just doing some last-minute touch-ups.” She chuckles. Katsuki heads up the stairs to your room and knocks on the closed door, only to get once again no response.

“Hey pretty, it’s me, you ready to go?” He says in a soft voice, not wanting wandering ears to hear his words. Yet again he is met with silence.

“Baby? Can I come in?” It's only then do you croak out a small yes and he opens the door to your dark room. “Ya ready? I got us a reservation at this killer new place, can’t believe I even scored us a table!” He laughs out. However, when his rarely excited nature isn't reciprocated, he really starts to worry.

“What’s wrong baby?” His voice filled with concern as he slowly makes his way to kneel in front of you to get a better look at your face. Once he sits fully, he notices the stream of tears that falls from your eyes rapidly.

“Hey hey hey, what’s goin on why're ya crying?” He sounded almost scared, forcing his hands to move up to wipe away your tears.

“... I don’t like it.” It came out quieter than you had intended it to.

“What don’t you like, baby?” he asks, setting his hands on your thighs to rub comforting circles into your legs. But if he thought the scene couldn’t be any sadder, Bakugou’s heart slows at the sight of you pointing at the mirror towards yourself.

He sees the eye contact you make with your reflection, and how it spurs more tears from you. Not just a steady flow of them now, but gut-wrenching sobs that tore you apart.

“I-I hate g-getting up and seeing my-myself... a-and those g-g-irls are so-o much prettier t-than me. I-m so f-fat and no m-matter how m-m-uch I try to w-work it off, I’m s-still ugly. A-and I’m s-so hungry, Katsu,” You make a move to look at him in the eyes while he watches you try to work through your words, he doesn’t want to pressure you into speaking, but his heart has never been so broken looking into your saddened eyes.

“What do you mean you're hungry, y/n? When’s the last time you ate.” That question brought a moment of silence. Too ashamed to answer him, you looked pleadingly into his eyes, silently begging him to not have to answer.

“Baby, c’mon tell me when the last time you ate was.” He grabbed your hand and moved to sit on the bed beside you to try and seem more comforting. But even with his heartbeat throbbing in his ears he still heard the pitiful sounding answer that came from you.

“I- I um, I woke up around midnight b-because my stomach f-f-felt so-o hungry a-and I ate a little s-s-omething then...” You sniffled out

“So- so you haven't eaten in over 19 hours?” He asked dumbfounded.

“I don’t wanna feel like this anymore, Katsu,” The hurt in your voice could be heard by anyone, but it pains him seeing you feeling so miserable, and that he didn’t notice something sooner. Bakugou pulled you into his arms and held onto you tight as if he were going to lose you. “I just wanna be pretty, I wanna look like those other girls. Why can't I be pretty?” Your voice choked once more as you sat perched on his lap, holding onto him for dear life.

“Baby listen to me, and I really want you to try to believe me when I say this. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Most girls would kill to look like you,”

He takes your hand in his, “Look at your hands, they might be a little banged up, but that’s cause they help people, you save lives with these hands. And I love how they feel in mine when I hold them, how they're so much smaller. And I love how your legs wrap around me when I give you piggyback rides home from school, and oh my god you have the most perfect ass, baby, it’s the best when we cuddle, gives me something to hold onto. I love your lips when they kiss down my neck and make me feel loved. And I love how you look at me with those beautiful e/c eyes of yours when you're looking at me like you wanna marry me. You are so pretty y/n, and I mean that.” He makes his way kissing you softly before laying down on your bed.

You weren't thinking about getting makeup on your pillow, or how you both were fully dressed up, only about him being there with you.

The first step to getting better is addressing the problem. But with Katsuki there with you, it might be a little easier than you thought.

A/N: i’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while because i used to have an issue with my relationship with food and how i look and i still sometime struggle with insecurities but it has gotten a lot better over time. I just wanted to write something that may be comforting to that feeling. Remember you are beautiful no matter how you look compared to someone else. Beauty standard change all the time and what my be considered pretty this year may not be the same next year, so don’t define your self worth based on societies norms on the beauty status quo <3

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@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki

Stuck in a constant dilemma between Bakugou with a vocal reader, covering your mouth and hissing "Nuh uh, not this time. I wanna see how long you can keep your pretty mouth shut"

VS

Bakugou with a usually quiet reader, blowing your back out and barking, "Yeah, that's it baby- louder. Lemme hear you fuckin' scream"

Could you do headcannons of Katsuki as a husband / in a developed realationship where he knows you better than anybody? THANKS <3

request from the loml on tumblr

Husband Bakugou

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His friends always complain about not knowing what to get their wives and girlfriends for their birthdays but he has absolutely no problem. He has a whole list of things that you have looked at for longer than usual or hinted that you wanted.

Bakugou will sometimes come home to you napping on the couch (which you hate doing because it hurts your back) but it just shows how long your day was and how tired you were. So in knowing this he will take his time carrying you to bed and changing you out of your work clothes so you’re more comfortable.

It’s almost creepy how often he can sense what you’re craving. Like you must have tell tale signs that mean you want onigiri because he will make it for you.

Also speaking on the note of food, you get cranky when you are hungry so sometimes when he takes you out for a quick meal and you are being snippy he knows it’s not because your mad at him, your belly’s just empty :( He will always keep his cool though and let you get past your hangry phase with a smile on his face (bc honestly he thinks it’s cute).

Bakugou wakes you up every morning with a “good morning beautiful” and a smile because he knows how much you like it when he praises/is sweet with you.

Will be extra protective in public because he sees how flustered and mesmerized with him you get when he is closed off to everyone but you.

He loves to show off his muscles for you whether it be just getting out of the shower or gym pictures he loves it. Only because he likes to have his beautiful wife ogle him for what he’s worked so hard for (and he knows how much of an added bonus you think it is that he’s hot)

Wants to tell you soon that he’s ready to build a family with you because you’ve been dying for it for forever. Dropping subtle hints about your friends getting pregnant or “look at this cute baby!” but he might not be quite ready so maybe a puppy to start.

Not only a baby but also the puppy thing. You want one so bad and he just watches you play with the dogs and do your little baby voice to coo at them because “suki they’re so cute!”

Bakugou knows you like the back of his hand. everything. the good the bad even the ugly and he might not say it enough but he can’t believe that he ended up with someone as perfect as you and he will love you till the day he dies, and all the lives after that.

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@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki @ariavaana

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.

[9:13pm]

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mdni it’s not too bad but still

Listen listen…. Bakugou doing the knee thing when your making out…. He had you laying above him with one of his legs up, interlocking your lips in slow sensual kisses when he subconsciously pushes your crotch into his leg. And you two are both so inexperienced, untouched virgins if you will because no one has ever caught your eyes. But he just couldn’t help it, too lost in the feeling of your lips on his, your hands roaming his clear cut abs. Even after he did it he still didn’t think about it until you made a noise that is.

“K-katsuki.” You whine out then and only then is when he finally opens his eyes to look up at yours. Brows furrowed and eyes screwed shut with the most raw pleasure you’ve ever been able to experience. Boy if he wasn’t hard before he is now.

“Shit baby, don’t say my name like that” Bakugou whispers however he can’t help but notice you continuing to grind down on his thigh.

“Can’t- nghh can’t help it Katsu.” Your eyes open for the first time and all he can see is lust blown pupils and the big pink hearts that beat in tandem with his. By then bakugou decided that his leg wasn’t enough, so he moved you up to sit on his lap completely. Being able to fully feel him now, he ruts his hips up to finally be able to experience some of the pleasure you’re feeling and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at the feeling. Untouched virgins probably isn’t the best way to describe the two of you anymore…

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@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki

based on this excerpt // bakugou x f!reader

minors& blank/ageless blogs dni. cw// corruption? nsfw. no other warnings.

you’ve never really enjoyed sex. while that’s not really taboo to say as a woman (considering the vast & massive orgasm gap) you think you might as well give up at this point.

most guys that you’ve met are selfish and egotistical, in nature and in sexual prospects. they overrate their sexual experience, licking at a nipple slightly before plunging into your walls without a care for any telltale signs of arousal. was sex supposed to be painful and dry? either way, you were not interested in trying to disprove that hypothesis anymore. swearing to abstinence made more sense than try to fuck your way through a dry spell. nuh uh. never again.

when you start dating katsuki, you realise you can’t hold off on not doing the deed any longer. your boyfriend is an attractive, adonis of a man and the sexual tension is through the high angled roof of his penthouse whenever you come over to his place.

however it becomes every time, every single time, in which you deny his advances, push away at the brush of his pouty lips against your jaw, wriggling away from his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants, cutting off every passionate kiss with a pull of your teeth despite the damp spot that grows on your cotton panties. katsuki paid no mind to it at the beginning of your relationship; chalking it up to jitters and shyness.

but it gets to when you’re both in his bed together and it’s currently the furthest base you both have gotten to in regards to sexual endeavours. katsuki’s tongue delves deeper into your mouth and he uses an arm to wrap a leg around his waist. it’s only then when the gravity of the situation hits you. you panic and katsuki can feel you stiffening up.

katsuki pulls apart from the kiss and the hurt of the constant rejections is apparent through the furrow of his gold blond brows and the slight, dejected frown stretched across his lips.

“i get it,” katsuki huffs, breaking apart from your hold to get up and leave.

you panic again, and this time your heart sinks at the thought of katsuki leaving because of your constant shot downs and you sit up to pull him back down but the man is fast and he’s practically hulk so you decide on running in front of him to stop him.

you know you should’ve explained this to him before to prevent all of this stupid confusion but it’s embarrassing; the idea that you’ve never gotten off through sex even though you’re the furthest thing from a virgin. and even if you told him this half baked story, what would change? would he be any different from the others?

looking up at the red irises that bore into you so deeply and expectantly, you sigh. you finally tell him why you’ve been so avoidant to his advances with an indignant, worried wave of your hands, “it’s not you, it’s me”, and ,“i’ve never orgasmed through penetrative stimulation.”

katsuki raises a brow and you have to cover your face to hide the blooming pink spreading across your face when you tell him that “sex has just never been enjoyable for me… ‘m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

much to your surprise, you feel two hands pull at your waist before pulling your hands down off your face and the blond above you is smirking, so deliciously that your thighs subconsciously rub against it each other to prevent the ache that’s growing between them.

it’s also how you found yourself sat opposite his bedroom mirror, leaning against his bed with spread legs and with your back pressed against katsuki’s bare chest and your hands resting on his muscled forearms. all of your clothes are somewhere strewn across his bedroom - honestly, you can’t even care to remember, with the way your boyfriend has two fingers angled and dipped inside your dripping cunt.

it’s so noisy and so wet, and you should be flustered by it but with every squelch of his fingers dragging along the walls of your pussy, he brushes against that soft, cakey spot inside you and you’re already spasming. is this the third? the fourth? you don’t know how many times you’ve creamed all over his thick fingers and you can’t bring yourself to even look at the mess you’re definitely making.

but you can hear, no, feel how turned on katsuki is behind you. to think he’s the first man to ever make you feel this good, to make you orgasm so many times that you’re delirious with pleasure? he was going to ruin you so that whenever you were out and about without him, you’d think of him pressing his thumb languidly against your clit while he added another finger to stretch you out, to barrage an attack against the gooey spot inside your cunt until you couldn’t take it anymore.

katsuki drags his thumb off your clit to pinch at your nipple and to grab softly at your jaw so that you could see what he was doing to you in the mirror. the constant ministrations already have you hurtling towards another climax, if the erratic movements and heady gush of your cunt had anything to tell him.

“jus’ like that, princess,” he coos, “how about one more f’me? then i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

your bleary, wet eyes blink up at him and you weakly nod, as if you’re in a trance and katsuki chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before moving his fingers again.

he really was going to be the death of you.

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i need some raunchy smut

hii luna, how r u?!?!?! ☺️☺️

i really wanted to know what are your thoughts w bakugo and sex polen or just something like a lust quirk

PERMANENT FIX! (3.9k)

pro hero!bakugou katsuki x pro hero!reader

SYNOPSIS: after being hit with a sex pollen quirk, the only person bakugou has in mind to ask for help is his frenemy with benefits coworker.

WARNINGS: sex pollen, i cannot write without making it a lil soppy in love lmao, begging, they both come three times lol, oral both ways, cute themes :), loads of pet names from bkg because who am i, unprotected bc i forget about condoms lol don’t do that irl kids but also don’t take sex advice from me but take that okay

LUNA SAYS: hello!!! first fic of the year! hope everyone enjoys lol tell me what you think :) haven’t been writing much because i’ve been READING!!! last year i met my goal of 55 books and this year i wanna try 100 hehe ALSO YES thank you one direction for the title inspo

bakugou swears the gods love you, this whole situation was punishment for that stupid argument he had in your office two days ago. he liked arguing with you, getting under your skin but because he hasn’t seen you since that day, there’s been no reconciliation. so that argument is still in the air, now punishing him because he knows how you’re going to react when he tells you about his little problem. he needs you and he’s sure you’re either going to slam your door in his face or slap him for being so… vulgar. 

right now, bakugou is so horny it’s painful. he can feel it in his veins in his temples, his pulse in his neck and the twitch of his cock. apparently, it was a thing for people with sex pollen quirks to let it off on pro heroes because they’d think it would be funny. their put together heroes desperate to get off in public but this one was a slow burn. from when he got back to the agency, his car ride home and now outside your apartment, he’s about to explode.

a trickle of sweat slides from his eyebrow when he knocks on your door so he lifts his t-shirt to wipe it off. when he lets go of the fabric, he catches your eyes flick from his chest with an appreciative glance but hardening when they reach his pupils. yep, you’re still mad at him.

“if you’re trying to seduce me it won’t work,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. you’re always so quick with him, ready to test him and put him in place. he’s always had a crush on you, who wouldn’t with how insanely beautiful you are? fuck his life.

bakugou’s eyes drop to your breasts, hidden under your t-shirt and he hopes he’s not salivating. he’s so lost in his head, in the tight grip of horniness his reflexes are almost too slow to catch your front door slamming in his face. almost. his foot slides between the wood.

“what the fuck, bakugou?” you snap, still trying to push the door shut despite his massive boot in the way, “instead of an apology, i just get you staring at my tits? fuck off!”

bakugou sighs deep from his stomach, keeping his foot in place but making no move to push the door open. “i need to talk to you. i really need to talk to you, sweetheart.”

you pause for a moment, peeking behind your door to look at him. you were, at base level, coworkers but along the way of working together for half a year, you’ve become something more. arguments are inevitable with the stubborn hero but now they turn into a weird type of tension you can’t put your finger on. sometimes your snappy remarks turn unintentionally sexual, one time leaning bakugou to push you into a closet to confront you, nose brushing up your neck and thigh between your legs. he might have got you off that day. also sometimes you intentionally give him that stare during hero galas, big eyes, pouty lips and a very revealing, shiny, figure-hugging dress leading him to making out with you in another random closet. you both were coworkers, sorta friends and sorta enemies. you definitely on the road to become fuck buddies with these closet meetings that keep going on but not enough for him to randomly ask for this favour though.

but you were the only person he could think of. 

“please.”

something about his tone, the pained breathlessness has you opening the door wider, able to get a better look at him.

“what’s wrong with you? are you sick?” you ask, fighting the urge to touch him. but you give in, reaching to press the back of your hand to his sweaty forehead. a moan erupts from him and you yank your hand back. “baku—,”

“earlier on patrol, someone hit me with their quirk,” he says almost slurred, leaning against the door frame with droopy eyes.

you gasp, even when arguing with the man you never want to hear about him getting attacked. you gesture him into your apartment and bakugou melts into your sofa, his arms spreading across the top. he looks out of place in your home, mismatched among everything normal to you. 

he’s ripping off his t-shirt when you ask, “what was the quirk? should i call an ambulance? what do you need?”

“you.”

bakugou katsuki is all man. he’s sin, pleasure and devotion, all mixed in one and you feel bad thinking so when he’s in pain. sweat coats his golden skin, a pink flush to his built chest and cheeks. he slouches deep into your old sofa, his head leaning back on it to reveal his thick neck you love to bruise and his whole body moves with every breath. your eyes trail against the length of his arms across the back of your sofa, his wingspan is so impressive you wouldn’t mind latching on a bicep with your teeth. his trousers are loose, the crotch gaping with his spread legs but still, you make out his dick. hard against his thigh and showing through the fabric. 

you blink at him, spluttering, “what?”

he’s the definition of hot and bothered, “it was a fuckin’ sex pollen quirk. that’s why my cock feels like a weight in my pants.” 

there are a million things to say to him. asking if he only came over to have sex or if he was ever thinking of apologising. saying that you’re sure there’s a cure somewhere so you didn’t have to do this. or even sending him out because that’s his problem. the main question was why you? why you? but none of these words came out because look at him. bakugou sits desperate for you, a paw rubbing at his lower stomach like he’s dying to touch himself but not without your permission. he’s so large he dwarfs your sofa and you know you’re just a girl standing in front of an annoyingly sexy man.

“ask me properly,” suddenly you’re breathless, biting down on your lip and staring at the length of his body. you’ve seen him shirtless a couple of times since you get your hero suits made by the same company and you run into him during a fitting. but never like this, like he’s already been fucked more than once. 

it takes all of bakugou’s energy to lift his head to look at you. you’re going to punish him for that stupid argument you had and he doesn’t even care because he wants it. he wants you so bad.

“needa fuck you, baby. lemme fuck you. feel your sweet pussy around me and your tits against my chest.” he grumbles, voice so deep it vibrates through the air. you’re about to agree, ready to go into any position, “i will fuckin’ beg for you, yn. my cock is achin’.”

you gasp, moving like an invisible string is dragging you to him. maybe you have thought about this scene before, at night with your phone in your hand and a vibrator in your other one. your whole body is shaking as you stand between his legs, pulling off your oversized cosy t-shirt to stand in just your leggings. bakugou presses his face into your stomach, mouth open as he inhales you desperately. his hands circle your thighs to hold you tight and he grunts, teeth clenched. you feel like relief and salvation.

“beg, katsuki,” you say nonchalantly, fingers brushing through his messy locks but the feel of his hot breath on your stomach is making your core tighten.

“please, baby. please. i need you so bad, fuck. only you,” he weeps, laying kisses over any part of bare skin he can reach. you’re sighing softly, hugging his head closer to you and you jump when he pinches your thigh, “you need to say yes ‘cause i won’t be goin’ slow on you.”

“yes, yes katsuki,” you barely finish the last syllable of his name when he yanks you to the sofa and kneels on the floor. your cheek is pressed into the back cushion, ass up in his face. 

“gonna take these off you baby, need to feel you on my fuckin’ tongue,” he mutters behind you, thick fingers coming to pull your leggings off. he can’t stop talking and you can’t fight the urge to roll your pussy over his face, “gonna soften you out, prep you for my dick, yeah?”

you’re humming, naked on your sofa and back arched in the air so he gets a good view. two palms are at your ass cheeks, pulling them apart then brushing against your lips, grunting at the shine coating them and your sweet nub at the top. bakugou’s head is a scramble, his body is raging hot for touch, for anything and then he’s got you spread for him. everything is on an overload. “holy fuck, i’ve fuckin’ dreamt about this since i had you in the closet that day rubbin’ against my thigh. knew you’d look good, smell good—,”

he stuffs his face between your legs, his lips brushing against your clit and his nose rubbing against your hole. you moan at the roughness, him so close to you and another moan breaks in your throat when his tongue, wide and wet swipes up from your clit to your ass. “fuckin’ taste good too, baby.”

bakugou gets to work from then, thumb pressing at your asshole while he licks, sucks and presses hard kisses against your clit. his hand rubs over your ass, up your back and even gropes a tit. you can barely talk, incoherent sentences as he runs his tongue over every part of you. you’re radiating warmth, rocking into him for more. he’s still skilled in desperation, two fingers easily sliding into you and tickling your spot.

when you clench around him he grunts, “so beautiful baby, i’ll give you anythin’.” 

high pitched breaths leave your throat as his lips latch on your clit and he sucks, fingers pushing in and out like he would his dick. 

“i’m gonna come, i’m—,” you start and you finish over his face, gushes of white circling his fingers with a loud squelch as your body trembles. you’re almost falling off the sofa, about to slide off into his lap on the ground when he swoops you up.

bakugou’s never been in your apartment but he makes his way to where he thinks your bedroom is. you’re jelly in his arms, still catching your breath, “i liked that, t-that was good.”

he lays you softly on your bed and your legs spread for him, evidence of what he made you do burning in his retinas. you’re so beautiful, you shouldn’t be letting him have you like this. 

“another time i promise i’ll fuck you slow, baby,” he mumbles, lost in the sight of you. your rising chest, your pretty tits. how your eyes are sleepy but full of mischief. the taste of you is still on his tongue and he can’t help but start yanking off his trousers to finally, finally fist at his cock.

your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him, bulging red tip coated in pre and the length of him almost purple for being hard for so long. he’s so big it makes his hand look oddly small and for a second you wonder how he’ll even fit. you feel yourself dribble down your ass.

“can i have a taste?” you whisper, so drawn to him. the unbelievable sight of his strong thighs and sharp chest. how he’s biting down so hard on his bottom lip and how you can tell his hand isn’t giving him much relief. you sit up, hands palming at his thighs and his cock is so close to your face.

bakugou katsuki whines. you’ve never imagined him whining for you and it’s better than you could have ever thought. “d-don’t put me in your mouth. i’ll fuckin’ come—,” you brush your lips against his tip and he flings his head back, “fuck, fuck, more please.” he feels like he’s insane, one second begging you to not and then begging you to touch him. he doesn’t know exactly what he needs, just that he needs you.

“i’ll be quick, promise,” you say, going cross-eyed at the sight of him. you only put your lips around his tip, coating him in your spit. bakugou is an animal, his grunt loud for not doing much to him. your tongue flicks around his most sensitive. through his slit, around his head and he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“more angel, more,” and finally just a tiny bit of release. you take as much as you can of him, which leaves two inches to spare so you wrap your fingers around him. “i knew you’d be good at this, angel. a fuckin angel.” he murmurs, eyes squeezed shut as it takes all his restraint not to start thrusting into your mouth. you start all on your own, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue laying flat against the underside of his dick, feeling for his veins and revelling in the heavy throb. 

you moan around him, vibrating down to his balls and everything happens too fast for him to catch up, “fu—,”

with no warning, he splutters down your throat and you drink up all you can. his hips shake and you keep your fist moving, flicking your eyes up to see him already watching you. when he’s finally done, you take him out your mouth and you gasp when he slaps against his stomach. still hard, raging and ready to go again. your mind is cloudy when he tips your head up and kisses you softly, “thank you, yn.”

he’s about to pull away but you circle your arms around his neck pulling him into your body back onto the bed. your kiss goes on forever, his naked body rubbing against yours, tongues brushing against each other and sucking like you’ve done this millions of times before. when you finally need a breath, he’s still full of energy licking a stripe up your neck and pressing wet kisses across your jaw.

“next time i’ll have more restraint, i’ll worship you next time, angel,” he says so full of emotion and regret you wrap your legs around his waist to feel him rocking against your clit. if this wasn’t bakugou worshipping your body, what is? 

you buzz at the thought, “next time? you’re sure there will be a next time?”

bakugou laughs deep and masculinely, thrusting his hips against your clit and biting just above your breast. “i know once we have each other, we’ll need it again. same way when we argue we need it again, when i kiss you i need it again, when i fuckin’ see you i’m plannin’ when i’ll be seeing you next.”

“you’re crazy.”

“fuckin’ crazy for you, angel.”

he punctuates his comment with a smirk and then a kiss on your lips. he’s about to kiss you again when you say, “fuck me katsuki. however, you want.”

he blinks at you for a second before stuffing his head in the crook of your neck. he groans, arousal at the tip of his tone, “you cannot fuckin’ say that to me. you dunno how long i’ve wanted this. my head is about to blow.”

you laugh, fingers combing through his hair as he lies on your body. his dick is poking your stomach, a little wet from your spit and twitching with a life of its own. how can you sound so good? feel so good? no fucking way he is going back to a life without you after this. 

“fuck me then, use me katsuki.” your body rumbles under him when he speaks, the only reason bakugou has to prove that what you said was real and not in his head. 

“fuck angel,” and when bakugou sits up on his knees above you, it looks like he’s moving in slow motion, akin to a king sitting down on his throne and waiting for devoted attention. he fists himself again, eyeing you with want so strong you get the urge to cover your chest.

“don’t be gettin’ shy on me woman, you’re unreal,” he murmurs, one large hand covering the expanse of your stomach. he dips his hand between your legs, “open up for me, lemme see you sweetheart.”

bakugou grunts when you spread for him again, just enough for him to fit comfortably between your legs. he can’t help it when he moves his dick between your folds, drowning in your mewls at every nudge at your clit. you’re already warm and wet without being inside, and he thinks he’s close to passing out. finally fucking you might be the nail in the coffin. he’s holding onto his cock, about to push into your hole when your hand finds his hip, “ask me, katsuki.” 

your voice is honey and silk, defiance and a brat all rolled into one. your touch is light, the opposite of how he’s about to touch you, yet with a few words you’re in control. letting him know he should be lucky you’re letting him fuck you. he knows.

“can i fuck you, angel? gonna treat you so good, promise,” he slurs and when your eyebrows raise like you’re also not on the edge of breaking, he whimpers, “please.”

you smile slow and seductive, jolting your hips up for a better angle, “make it hard, katsuki.”

the smile doesn’t drop once he slides into you, smooth from how soaked you already are. “oh kats—,” “fuck baby—,” tumbling out you both. the first thrust and you’re full to the brim of him. your arms circle around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and bakugou’s never felt such bliss.

then he starts moving, slowly at first to measure your reaction. every brush against your walls is delicious, harmony through your body though it’s not what you want. “katsuki,” you warn and he knows.

a weak grin falls on his face as he lifts up on his forearms, “didn’t think you’d be so bossy, angel.”

“what did i say about you calling me that?” 

“it’s not my fault you are.”

“if i was, which i’m not, it would definitely be your fault,” you bite but instead of replying with words bakugou snaps his hips sharply, your body jolting and you inhale with a gasp.

then he goes again and again and you’re both lost in the sensation. he feels rabid, once he’s got a taste he wants more, needs more and he feels his heart beating out his chest when your hands grab his chest. 

“this is what you wanted, sweetheart?” he grits through his teeth and you manage a nod, your head jumping back and forth with all the pet names he’s managed this evening. “speak. use your words.”

“i wanted this s-so much,” you tremble, legs locking behind his back and you don’t have it in you to cringe at the mess you’re making, the slick sounds of friction loud and only turning you on more, “oh my god.”

your bed frame knocks against the wall with every thrust, tits bobbing across your chest and you feel a drop of katsuki’s sweat fall on your forehead. “you’re gonna be mine after this,” he mumbles before slamming his lips to yours. your teeth hit but it doesn’t put you off, your arm hugging his head as his tongue forces its way into your mouth. you moan into him, exchanging air in this very messy kiss. his hips keep going, cock brushing so deep into you, against your spot that you know you’re about to come soon and fast.

your orgasm is hard and disorienting, waves of pleasure drifting through you at a speed that you have to push his lips off yours to let out a high-pitched whine. “f-fuck,” is all you hear when bakugou comes too, shaking violently with no space to get his thoughts in order. he spills everything into you, making everything even more wet and smooth. 

he rides out his orgasm, lips against your jaw as you catch your breath. when he’s finally finished he rolls beside you on his back. you’re both heaving, coated in sweat and your hair a mess. it’s only a couple of seconds before he yanks you into his arms.

“got bad news baby,” he whispers in your ear, so low and deep you think you could come with just the sound till you realise what he said.

you look up at him lethargically and he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. dark long eyelashes and his ruby pupils are darker than usual, “what?”

he takes your hand and brushes it over his lower half, “still so fuckin’ hard.” 

he’s wet and sticky, hot and stiff like a pole. “wow, they really did a number on you didn’t they?” you smirk, circling your fingers around him.

“and you’re in luck ‘cause i’m about to do one on you. again and again, until you pass out on me,” he laughs, eyes shutting as you jerk him off.

“brave to assume you’ve got more stamina on me. i see you passing out, dick still hard.”

bakugou opens his eyes to see you shifting over to sit on his thighs, glossy and beautiful with a sheen all between your legs. he even feels some of his come from you on his skin.

he shrugs with a grin like sunshine, and your heart melts at the sight. He’s so cocky, literally, and he can't stop feeling you. squeezing and rubbing across your legs and thighs. the words are out before he finishes the thought, said with a confident crook of his head. 

“wanna be my girl?”

your eyes widen before composing yourself. you try to distract him (and you) by holding his dick and sinking onto it. another set of incoherent swears with the first touch and bakugou’s hands grip your ass. he bites down on his lip and you sigh in pleasure.

“don’t fuckin’ ignore me, say yes or no,” he says, eyes alert on your face and he notices you trying to roll your hips on him. he stops you quickly, holding you still.

“katsuki! let me move!” 

he holds you as he thrusts upwards and you fall forward on his chest, “answer me, angel or i’ll jerk off in the shower.”

“we both know my pussy is better.”

“i’ve been beggin’ for you all night, sure, but if you wanna ignore me then i’ll fuck off,” he thrusts up again and you whine, “still got some self respect.”

you manage to sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you can be mine.” bakugou rolls his eyes, grinning like a fool, “but i would have preferred you didn’t ask me like this, so you better ask me again later.”

“then you can be mine too?”

you brush your thumb over his flushed cheek, with a cute shrug, “i’ll be yours, you’ll be mine. you know how it is.”

“good, i’ll keep that in mind,” bakugou loosens his grip on your ass, brushing his hand up your sides, “do what you want with me, sweetheart.”

that’s all you needed to lead you both to another completion. then another, and another.