Bakugou With A Girlfriend Who’s Always Sleepy. Says She’s Not Tired But He Sees Her Droopy Eyes And

breasts or thighs? ─ bakugo katsuki.

minors do not interact &&. nsfw content : afab!reader, smut, biting/marking kink, degradation.

bakugou katsuki loves every part of your lower body. he loves the round shape of your ass and the way his large and calloused hands are the right size around them. he loves to squeeze the plush fat, hearing your cute little whines and moans when he pulls you impossibly close to him by your ass.

he loves how they serve as fine pillows when you're lying down on your stomach, comfortable in bed and reading a book. when he enters the room and you're lying down unsuspecting of him, he smirks deviously to himself. he jumps onto the bed, eliciting a squeal from you as your body bounces and he lies pliantly on your ass. you groan to yourself, looking back at bakugou.

"katsuki," you whine. "i lost my place in the book."

he doesn't care, fingers snaking up your shorts.

he also loves your thighs. how they jiggle when you walk and how your stretch marks peak out a little bit from your shorts. you don't like your stretch marks, but he always kisses them to let you know how much he loves them. he loves to bite your inner thighs, not even something sexual at times. it's just that overwhelming feeling he gets when he's filled with so much love for you that he can't voice it. you used to do it a lot with his biceps and he always complained about it. but here he is, biting your inner thighs because he's so overwhelmingly in love with you.

okay, but he loves making prominent bite marks and nail marks into your thighs as well. he'd also coax you to wear shorts out in public so people can see. you get so flustered as you refuse to make eye contact with everyone because you know they're looking. bakugou however? oh, he loves it. he's wearing a cocky smirk as he holds you by the waist.

and your calves, he loves to hold them up to fuck you in the mattress. you're so teary eyed as he's just pounding into your sweet cunt, loving how his baby takes him so well. your legs are pinned to your chest as he has a visceral grip on your calves to hold you up. he's angled in a way where you have to take all of him and it just... feels so good being in you that he could cry. he doesn't unfortunately.

"you're such a fucking slut," he sneers, putting his entire weight on you. "letting me use your body however i want. so fucking disgusting, you'd let me do anything to you, baby."

and you can only manage to nod your head because you can't bring yourself to speak. he chuckles deeply, and it's raspy and so fucking sexy. and he leans down to give you a sweet kiss. it's loving despite his words.

word count: 475 words.

note: i'll add a read more when tumblr wants to stop playing with me. sorry y'all!

18+ mdni, fem!reader

thinking about flustered bakugou shoving his fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet during a quicky at his house.

his mom being the strict parent that she is, is also most definitely a force of nature not to be reckoned with; and can thus be quite terrifying if provoked.

so it makes sense why katsuki, ever the momma's boy with a cleverly hidden urge to appease, is sort of nervous and hesitant when you begin to coax and insist that he fuck you in his childhood bedroom well before the sun even starts to set behind the horizon, and you start to stroke his thigh in return.

up and down, up and down, up and down.

what movie were you watching again?

he isn't able to contentrate anymore. your hand is skilful, eager to please. katsuki's eyes flicker across the room as he swallows the saliva that's gathered inside his mouth. it makes his adam's apple bob. makes the column in his neck turn even more prominent than it already is.

goddammit, he's twenty-two - a grown man, but there's something about this happening here, in the house he's grown up and spent his youth in, that makes his heartbeat accelerate nevertheless, and his nerves feel on edge.

i mean, what if someone walks in? catches you mid-act? the door is closed shut, sure, however he's not just nervous anymore as the tips of your fingers touch and playfully tug at the strings of his sweatpants. no, he's visibly scared, too.

leaning in to kiss his neck, you can hardly believe it. your big, strong, stubborn as an ox boyfriend is scared - of his own mother, at that. you doubt denki would believe you if you told him.

but thankfully, luck is on your side, because even the fear of mitsuki's strict hand is not quite enough for her son to resist sweet temptation that only you - his cutesy little girlfriend, can provide. after all, katsuki's jaw may be clenched tight, and his brow does furrow deeply the moment you bat your eyelashes up at him as a form of pathetic persuasion, but he still gives in rather easily to your advances. gives in as if he's a mere plaything in your hands.

and that's because he is. he's exactly that.

so golden sun-rays still continue to seep through the window by the time your skirt is hiked up with a fed up grunt, and your panties are swiftly pulled to the side with the help of two thick, now uncharacteristically fidgety fingers. you're both completely dressed; he's tugged at the waistband of his joggers just enough to free himself, spat on his hand to quickly lube himself up, and exposed you just barely enough to be able to stuff his cock into your tight, unstimulated cunt.

no foreplay. immediately, your lips form that tiny 'o' that drives him wild when he eases himself into you and that first burn that accompanies the initial stretch hits your senses; the one that drives him absolutely feral. katsuki watches, baffled and amazed by your reaction. it's an agony of the most delightful kind - taking him in completely unprepared and raw, he knows.

but you're willing to take it, willing to take him. always and forever.

and as minutes pass, katsuki spends them all by fucking you stupid just like you wanted him to, and by straining his ears for every sound that exact fucking may invoke. his bed is old and creaky, after all. it's a risk he's not willing to take - not when he already has to worry about you gasping with need and whimpering a series of pathetic, "harder, harder...! go h-harder, ki."

and speaking of your whimpering: it's all too loud for his liking, too obvious to what he's doing to you. you sound like a little whore, despite feigning a saint in front of his parents a mere hour ago.

so he moves you to the floor instead.

"put your legs on my shoulders. yeah, there we go... that's my good fuckin' girl." the moment his hips slam back into you and he hits a deeper angle, your eyes roll back and your head tips back against the warm floorboards. your nails sink into his biceps at the sudden pressure and overcapacity; nails clawing at the sleeves of his crisp white t-shirt. you're going to lose it, it hurts, but it hurts so good.

"kat-" the moan that bubbles up your throat and stops you from pronouncing his name fully is ungodly. so very slutty. you can't possibly stop yourself from letting it out.

but he can. two digits, the same as the ones that had previously tugged your cutesy underwear to the side, now bump against your teeth before they rest on the top of your tongue. they fill your mouth instantly, effectively silencing you for the time being.

when you try to moan again, he shoves them in even deeper. right to the knuckle.

"are you insane?!" he hisses. "my mom's gonna fuckin' kill me if you won't stay quiet... please, baby. stay quiet." katsuki's eyes are wide open as he blabbers the words hurriedly, pupils dilating. you can see the anxiety in his dark red irises despite his gruff, albeit soothing voice.

it makes you blink. the arrogance you're so used to seeing in him is completely gone now. he draws back and pushes his entire length into you slowly, lazily; not nearly as hard as when you're alone, devouring each other in the safety of his apartment. not nearly as rough.

still, the sound of wetness resonates throughout the sunny room when he quickens his pace. he's covered in orange sunlight; it makes his skin glow and his hair turn golden. even the blush that's coating his entire face is nearly violent in colour because of it.

he breathes hard and quick as you take a couple of seconds to just stare at him in awe. he can't hide it, your adoring gaze makes his cock twitch and grow even bigger inside of you in the same manner as his ego does; makes his shoulders rise and fall in an uneven rhythm.

how delightful, you've got your smartass boyfriend losing his breath just because of how pretty you look: splayed wide open on the floor of his childhood bedroom.

and speaking of his shoulders, you swear that you can see them come to a halt the moment you begin to suck on his fingers.

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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

Ok but now that pda post has me thinking about trying to deny Bakugo a kiss, doesn’t matter if it’s public or private, and he’s just grabbing your face and trying so hard to give you a kiss and you’re giggling and like sure it’s cute but he’s getting all 😡😤 and grumpy like 😡😡 giv me a damn kiss woman and it’s just so cute ugh 😪✋🏼

(pda post)

GODDDDDDD im really glad you’re bringing this up bc I felt SO big brain when I first thought about it tbh… 

Like he really just does not want to admit that he’s a sucker for kisses🥺

i had a bit more to say but tbh i forgot it all..... and tho this didn’t turn out as sweet as i imagined it would, hope u enjoy nonetheless!! 

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Most days when Bakugo is leaving for work, you trail down the hall in your socks after him, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips before he goes.

Today, you do not. 

Maybe it’s because you want to see what would happen if you didn’t… and maybe it’s because you’re sick of giving him kisses he sometimes makes a game out of refusing. Not always, but every so often, he’ll leave you standing on your tiptoes for seconds, smirking down at the way you raise your eyebrows and wait (beg) for him to meet you halfway.

So today you won’t, either.

“I’m leaving,” Bakugo’s gruff voice reverberates through the halls, echoing to where you stand in the kitchen as he pulls on his shoes by the front door.

Holding back a smirk, you don’t move, continuing to fuss with your coffee as you nonchalantly call back.

“See you.”

You allow the silence to reverberate through the house as you face the espresso machine, waiting patiently for his reaction… though it’s not long before Bakugo is sticking his head through the doorway, eyes pointedly narrowed as he glares at you sourly and says your name in question. 

“I said, I’m leaving.” 

You do your best to bite back a smile, the rather confused and disgruntled expression on his face almost enough to make you laugh, give up and run into his arms. 

Almost.  

“I heard you, babe,” you respond, peeking over your shoulder coyly to gauge his reaction.

Eyes wide and lips flat in question, Bakugo takes step forward, entering the kitchen as he tries again to find the right words to say. 

“Did you forget something, dumbass?”

Though his voice is still rough, at the same time, it’s also rather quiet, reminding you of the calm before a storm, as he so often is.

“I don’t think so,” you raise your eyebrows, feigning confusion as you look around the room for something you know doesn’t exist. “Did I?” 

One side of Bakugo’s lips curls downward into a pout, and he pauses to continue staring at you blankly with twitching brows. When you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes, forehead creasing as he sighs.

“Yes,” he huffs, voice heavy on his tongue, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, “you did.” 

Bakugo stomps to you, form large and imposing. You try to take a step backward, but before you’re able to turn and make an escape, a fist is grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and the laugh bubbles out before you can stop it. 

Instantly, your cheeks warm at his touch as he drags you to his chest, spinning you around to face him.

Looking at him up close, Bakugo’s tanned cheeks flushed as he blinks at you, you coo. 

“What did I forget?” 

Eyes focused and warm, as though he didn’t just have a mini tantrum to get this far, he only has to dip forward the slightest bit before you’re pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, his hand still wrapped in your shirt. 

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You didn’t run to kiss him goodbye again. 

Waved him off from inside the kitchen with that slick, little smile of yours, refusing to both move or acknowledge the sound of his footsteps down the hall. 

Normally, Bakugo would play along. Stand in the foyer long enough for you to start calling his name in the silence… and then, when you’d stick your head through the doorway to check on him, he’d grab you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a wet kiss goodbye. 

Today, however, already soured from the slight ache of his back and the early shift he was given, he didn’t feel like it. 

So instead of waiting for you to kiss him goodbye as he normally would, playful or not, when he didn’t hear your soft footsteps behind him, he had simply decided to leave the house, thinking maybe that’d show you as he laced up his boots and kicked the door shut. 

It did feel slightly wrong, leaving you hanging, but a part of him was always a little frustrated when you made him work for his morning kiss… so what difference would missing one make? 

Though, when he thinks about, it’s not like you don’t always give him one in the end, smoothing down his shirt when you pull back and blessing his eyes with that pretty smile of yours that he loves so much…  

It’s also not like he’s ever expressed this to you, either... always usually willing to wait or play your little games when you’re bold enough to try them. 

Bakugo makes it halfway down the street before his footsteps begin to slow, hating the way his heart sinks the farther away he gets. Part of him, though he’s not sure which part, knows that this is wrong… that ignoring you only to pacify his stubborn attitude will only hurt the both of you in the end.  

Finally coming to a halt, he curses, thinking about the fact that refusing to kiss you goodbye means breaking your little ritual.

He groans, turning on his heels so as to return to your apartment, deep down knowing that the day will only get worse if he doesn’t go back for his kiss. 

However, he barely makes it three steps towards your building before he spots you shooting out of the front door, a worried look etched on your face as you scan the streets for his form. 

“Katsuki!” you call, immediately running to him when you spot him down the road, one of his sweatshirts haphazardly pulled over your head, your feet in mismatched slippers. 

Bakugo’s eyes widen, and he just barely manages to jog to meet you before he’s opening his arms and you’re jumping into them. Clinging to his shoulders, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt to your lips, pressing them feverishly against your own as you heave. 

“You left…” you breathe, pulling back to cup his jaw and run your thumbs over his cheeks, brows raised in sweet question. “You left without a kiss.” 

Bakugo grumbles, lost in your eyes as he wraps one arm around your waist and rubs the back of his neck with the other. His cheeks tint a slight pink, so instead of answering, he dips his head down for another kiss you happily lean up to give him. 

“Then kiss me, idiot.” 

update!! i continued looking and decided that i liked these the most out of all of them. Gonna get this exact ones just a lil longer and a darker purple

second one is how it tuned out

Guys i need help. i’m getting acrylic nails for the first time and idk what to pick. I have a general idea of what i want like ik i want them to be purple and almond/oval shaped but what design

plz comment which number u like best :)

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

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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

[11:25am]

mdni

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Thinking about how you had told Bakugou that you weren’t super into giving head because you have had so many bad experiences. And he was completely fine with it because he loved you and that stupid little thing wouldn’t define how he felt about you

However you decided that one day you wanted to try it with him, he’s not the same as the rest, a different guy, more importantly a nice guy who treats you right. And from then on out any negative thought you had about going down on him was thrown out the window.

Every time you could you were on him, asking to suck him off at random times in the day just because you wanted to feel him in your mouth.

Like this morning when you had woken up to him giving you lazy cuddles in your cozy sheets. You could feel his morning wood pressing into your stomach (bc u guys like to cuddle hugging each other) and you decided to do something about it.

Bakugou wasn’t particularly horny it was just something that happened however when you told him to lie on his back and moved to sit on all fours in between his legs he was. He watched as you peeled his basketball shorts down a little bit then his gaze went a little higher to see the shirt of his you were wearing inching up your stomach from your ass in the air. The cute little polar bear panties with a bow on the front weren’t meant to be sexy but somehow they were.

Then you went to town by far the messiest head he ever dreamed of getting. I mean hey just because you didn’t like it doesn’t mean that you weren’t good at it right? Doing this to him had given you some pleasure too whereas all the other times it was a horrible experience, but Katsuki never pushed your head down or used you like a toy, he let you have free reign because you were good and he didn’t want anything to change.

When you had first told him you didn’t like giving head he would have never thought that he would be getting it so often without having to ask. You were like an angel from heaven but he was curious as to what changed.

“Nghhh f-fuck baby you’re so fucking good. T-thought you said you didn’t like this? O-oh my god k-keep doin that.” he barely got out due to his near whimpers.

You pulled your head off his dick but continued to stroke him with fast rough paces to keep the momentum going. “I changed my mind.” You said before quickly moving to put your mouth back on him.

That’s what made the dam burst. The fact that everyone else had made it so miserable for you that you hated it but with him, you couldn’t get enough. You’d never be able to get enough.

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

Take You For Granted Masterpost

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

status: in progress

summary: 

Out of sight, out of mind. Is what you always reminded yourself after you moved away from home. No longer under the watchful eye of your childhood bully, and free to live your life the way you wanted. A semi-successful career, monthly get-togethers with the girls from college. Free to date any and every man that walked into your line of sight.

Until you find yourself in the predatory gaze of a stalker, hungry for anything you have to offer.

Now your childhood bully is in charge of protecting you from a danger you never saw coming. Pro hero or not, the last thing you want or need is Katsuki Bakugou back in your life. Forcing you to come to terms with the fact neither of you knew how to handle your feelings, even as adults.

warnings: overall warnings for series.

Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, forced Bonding, Bodyguard type Romance, Blood and Violence, Drinking & Talking, Home Improvement, Bonding, Manhandling, Roughhousing, Rough Kissing, Forced Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Pet Names, Bullying, Sharing a Bed, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Daddy Kink, Light BDSM, Domestic Fluff, Childhood Friends, Flashbacks, Idiots in Love, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk, breath play, Breeding Kink, Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Smut

Chapter links

Ch.1

Ch.2-TBD

Ch.3-TBD

Ch.4-TBD

Ch.5?-TBD

retired!bakugo who spends his days fucking you nonstop <3

oml, this is so sweet actually!! it's all under the cut <3

18+ mdni / fem!reader

i think he'd love how much time he'd have to indulge in actual intimacy. all of a sudden, he's able to bring you closer together, to deepen your relationship, to spoil you rotten. no rush, no sudden calls to ruin the moment; just you and him, rocking against each other with the slowest, most passionate rhythm you've rarely been given the chance to experience before.

him taking the time to really ravage you properly. chest to chest, cheek to cheek; his lips and rough hands becoming so greedy as he explores every inch of your naked skin that he's somewhat forgotten how to caress over the years of constant work and busy schedules.

and yes, speaking of years, he might not be able to last as long as he did back when he was younger; lacks the stamina youth brings and all that, but he's still strong - powerful.

like a beast.

he can still fuck you through the entire night if you take small breaks in-between, can slam you into the mattress; all slow and intense. he's in no hurry, he will fuck you for as long as it takes to turn you dumb. to turn you into this adorable, overstimulated mess that his job had kept him from seeing otherwise. to listen to you babble out curses that mix with his name, to see you cry pretty tears from how deeply his fat cock sinks into you.

and he takes such good care of you because, fuck, he actually can, now. he cooks you a delicious dinner and fucks you on the kitchen counter as you wait for the oven to heat up, turning you both starved. he takes morning showers with you after sleeping in, and takes you against the cool tiles; your skin dewy and warm from the hot water and steam, eyes still droopy from sleep. he takes you out on dates, and splits you open in the backseat of his car like he's some feral teenager again. tugs you away at parties just to finger your adorable cunt, and get you all hot and bothered for when you get back home.

he fucks you anywhere, everywhere; anytime, all the time.

being so close to you, finally being able to be a part of your life like he should have always been is just so special. it turns him insatiable and soft. his heart becomes dipped in honey: he cherishes every arch your back makes, every moan, every kiss and every climax. even every tender sentence is important, even if it doesn't make all that much sense as you both bask in the afterglow later; limbs warm and stretchy, bed sheets crumpled.

he's so content with having you. entirely.

especially because you finally get to have him, too.

it’s not working.

everyone manifest that he answers 😁