Just Thinking About Virgin Bakugou Who Has Absolutely No Idea What The Hell He’s Looking At When He

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Can u do one where bakugou sees a friend he hasn't seen in years because she moved away? Like a first love kinda thing? And when they meet it's obvious they still like each other but the air is different because they are older....like obvious sexual tension between them. They were watching movies like old times but that ends up leading to .......stuff.

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Just Friends

summary: you're back in your hometown on business, and come face to face with an old friend.

cw: smut, afab!reader, dom!bakugo, subby!reader, that knee thing hehe, unprotected sex, creampie, overstim, dacryphilia

wc: 3.5k

all characters aged up 22+

MDNI

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You had just gotten settled in at your mom's. You were staying with her for a month while you were back in your hometown on business, and by the time the two of you had finished setting up your bedroom and office, you were tired, sweaty, and ready for a drink.

It felt strange returning home, even stranger entering the bar, half expecting someone to turn you away. The last time you'd been home was when you were still a child, too young to order your own drink.

You steeled yourself anyway, knowing you'd have to get used to it sometime, and sat yourself down at the bar. When you saw the bartender, your heartrate quickened.

His back was to you, at the other end talking to other patrons, drying a glass. He wore a black t-shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose his muscular arms. He was taller now than he was when you left, broader too. You couldn't help the blush that crawled up your chest, quickly looking away in hopes it wasn't too noticeable.

"Y/n?"

You recognized his voice, one thing that hadn't really changed, and looked up to see wide crimson eyes. Everything in his face conveyed his shock at seeing you.

You tried an easy smile, trying to calm your racing heart. "Hey, Katsuki."

"What uh--what can I get for you?" You could tell he was trying to hide his shock now, setting the glass in his hand down. He set his hands on the bartop and leaned towards you, and you tried to ignore the fact that you could smell his cologne.

You quickly shot out a simple cocktail; one you knew you liked but hadn't tried in a while. He set to work on it, and you weren't sure where to look. Watching his hands made you think about how you'd like them on your waist, maybe wrapped around your throat--

"Why didn't you tell me you were in town?" He asked, all shock wiped from his expression now. He set the drink down on a coaster in front of you, looking at you through his lashes expectantly. You almost forgot how quick to the point your childhood friend was.

You cleared your throat, taking a sip of your drink to buy you time to mull over what you'd tell him. The truth was, you didn't want to reach out to him because you had been afraid of getting the cold shoulder. It had been years since you'd spoken to each other, and even longer since you'd been face to face. If you had reached out and he'd ignored you, you weren't sure you could handle that kind of rejection.

The cocktail was refreshing, lightly sweet and just what you needed after the long day of moving. "I wasn't sure you'd care to know, honestly." You finally said, trying to get as close to the truth as you could without exposing how much you actually had looked forward to seeing him after all this time.

He snorted, rolling his eyes and pushing off his hands. "Not like I'm waiting for your phone call or anything, but a simple text woulda been nice."

He must have seen the worry in your expression. He sighed. "I get off at ten, wanna come over to mine? We can watch a movie like old times."

You quickly agreed, taking another sip of your drink. You watched him work as you nursed your drink, and then a second one. He wasn't quite the chatterbox, but he was much friendlier than he was when you'd known him in high school. Well, maybe friendly wasn't the word. More like less hostile.

When you finished your second drink and tabbed out, you hoped down from the bar, waving back to Bakugo. He grunted out something you couldn't quite hear.

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Bakugo hadn't been expecting you, the recognition hitting him like a freight train when he'd spotted you at the end of the bar.

At first glance, you looked just like you had in high school when Bakugo had last seen you, but as he took in more and more of your face, he saw how time had changed you as much as it had him.

He'd tried to keep his cool, not show just how happy he was to see you. After all, who knew how long you'd be here, anyway. But he knew he'd kick himself if he didn't see you again, at least once. He'd been relieved when you'd agreed.

All night he could feel your gaze on him. It made him nervous, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it a little, knowing your attention was on him. When you'd slipped off the barstool, making your way to the exit, he couldn't help but stop and watch you leave, eyes tracing over every curve. You were even more delectable since the last time he'd seen you.

He couldn't wait until ten o' clock, his heart quickening every time he looked and saw he was thirty, twenty, ten minutes away from being able to ditch the bar and call you up. Even Kirishima had noted he'd seemed on edge, but Bakugo had only told him to shut it.

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It was a quarter after when your phone lit up, an old candid photo of Bakugo filling up your screen. It had been so long since you'd seen it you couldn't help the smile on your face even as you answered the call.

He was quick to tell you his new address, telling you to come over whenever. Luckily, you'd had enough time to shower, shave, and blow dry your hair before his call. All that was left was to do your makeup. You knew it was going to be a chill night. Bakugo wasn't the type of guy to make a move, but you still hoped; you wanted to look good for him.

You wore something comfortable, something that made you feel good, that you knew you looked good in, but wasn't so restricting you couldn't sit and veg on the couch for a couple hours during a movie.

The drive to Bakugo's was short, your nerves building the whole way there. You wondered if he'd notice the makeup on your face, the way your body changed like his had. If he'd like it. You couldn't stop reminiscing over those lingering looks from when you'd both been in high school, wondering if he'd moved on. It's been so long, you'd both been in and out of relationships since then. Would his heart race like yours when you sat next to each other?

When you pulled into the apartment complex, you had to take a moment to settle your nerves. You tried not to hope for too much tonight, so you wouldn't be disappointed. It's not like either of you had ever made a move before, you were determined to enjoy the night for what it was.

By the time you were knocking on his door, though, your body felt warm, legs like jelly. You wished you'd had another drink or two before you came.

When he answered the door, he looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower, hair dripping onto the towel around his shoulders. He wore a white tank and red shorts, his arms and legs bared in their muscly glory.

You tried not to stare, looking straight up into Bakugo's face. "Hey, I brought snacks." You said, holding up a bag of assorted candy.

He snorted, smirk on his face, moving enough that you could fit past his large frame in the doorway, kicking off your shoes and following him down the hall. It was tidy, you couldn't help but search the place with your gaze, committing everything to memory.

"What movie did you wanna watch?" You asked, following him into the living room. It was cozy, you were surprised to find warm string lights hung up, walls bare except for the shelf that housed a few All Might figurines, a record player and a decent collection of records underneath.

He shrugged, crashing onto the couch and lifting his legs on the recliner. There was already a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and he lifted it into his lap. "Don't matter to me. S'long as it's not one of those dumb romance movies you always wanna make me watch." He curled his lip in distaste, and you couldn't help but laugh at his expression, how familiar it all felt, as you sunk into the spot next to him, curling your legs under you so you were angled toward him.

"You'd probably like them if you gave them a chance." You chided, reaching over to grab a handful of popcorn. You were unsurprised by the light coating of hot sauce. "Besides, you should have picked a movie before I got here, it's going to take us forever to pick one."

He grumbled something incoherent, though you knew he was disagreeing with you about something. "Just put on something we've seen before."

"I'ma get a beer before we start. You want something? I can make that froo-froo drink you ordered at the bar." You looked over and saw his mean smile turned on you.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't fight the butterflies in your stomach at the intensity in his eyes. "Uh, sure. Whatever you think."

He disappeared back into the kitchen, and you heard the sounds of him opening the fridge, pulling out a beer and popping the cap off, before it devolved into sounds of glasses and ice. He returned shortly after, holding out a glass to you. "Made you something a lil' different, lemme know how you like it."

You eagerly took a sip, excitement at his making a drink just for you. It was smooth, bright, and a bit tart. "It's delicious." You said honestly.

He smirked. "'Course it is." You rolled your eyes again, and set the glass on the end table next to you, settling back into your spot. Bakugo was closer now than he was before, his thigh pressed up against yours. You tried not to show your surprise, or your pleasure.

You settled into silence as he put on a movie you'd seen two or three times with him. You grabbed the bag of candy, pulling out a few pieces before wordlessly offering it to him. He stuck his hand in, rustling around before he pulled out two.

You tried to focus on the movie, but you couldn't help but notice the way his body was angled toward yours, his arm draped over the back of the couch behind you. You hoped despite the warm light from above and the cool light from the TV that he couldn't see the blush that was blooming along your cheeks as your thoughts progressively got dirtier.

He leaned forward, grabbing his beer from the coffee table. You almost stiffened as his hand moved from the couch to your back, his thumb drawing circles into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You bit your lip, stealing a glance in his direction. His eyes were already trained on you, gaze hard but unsure, as he brought the bottle to his lips to take a swig.

You cozied into his side, unsure until his hand moved even farther to your side, resting on your hip. You stayed like this for some time, almost afraid to move in fear of breaking the spell. But of course he saw right through you.

"Get comfortable already, woman. You're stiffer than a board."

You were definitely blushing now, not sure why him calling you woman felt like electricity in your veins. You relaxed a bit more, resting your hand on his thigh. "Is this...okay?"

"I'm the one who said to relax, right?" He said harshly, but started back with rubbing calming circles into your side, right along your hip.

"It's just, well we never used to watch movies like this before." You couldn't help but run your fingers over his thigh, his shorts having rode up to expose the contours of his muscles.

"Well I think it's safe to say we're not like how we were then, right?"

You smirked. "You're still as brash as ever."

"And you're still a dumbass." He growled, teasingly pinching the skin of your side. You couldn't help but jump a little, a surprised little noise coming from you. You moved your hand from his thigh, resting between you both, shooting a glare at him. That mean smile was back.

"You're the worst." You said, but you couldn't fight the grin on your face as you looked at him. In the warm light, he looked gorgeous. Who were you kidding, he was always gorgeous.

You noticed his eyes had dropped to your mouth, his own mouth softening. "Katsuki?" You whispered. His eyes shot up to yours. Your breath shuddered, and you reached up a hand to his cheek.

He leaned down toward you, his other arm coming around you to cage you in as his lips brushed against yours. You sighed against him, your other hand coming up to grab at the hairs on the nape of his neck. A deep groan rumbled from his chest at the motion, pulling away to look down at you with heavy lidded eyes.

"Don't stop, dumbass." You breathed with a laugh. He rolled his eyes at the nickname, but leaned down and kissed you again anyway.

You were in a bit of an awkward position, and you wanted to lean into him more, maybe to sit in his lap, but he had other plans. He lifted you a little with the hand on your waist, only to push you so you were laying along the couch horizontally, maneuvering your legs so he was resting between your thighs, pressing right against your heat.

You continued kissing in this position, sucking and licking at each other's mouths, trying to remember the way each other tasted. He broke away eventually, blazing a trail of kisses and soft bites along your neck. He pressed his knee to the space between your legs, the contact pulling a gasp from you. He rolled his knee against you, continuing his assault on your neck, and you were in heaven.

"Kats...uki." You moaned lightly, starting to roll your hips against him.

"Yeah, baby, keep sayin' my name. I'll make you feel good." He was running a hand along your side, until he was cupping your breast through your shirt.

You threw your head back, gasping each time his knee rolled into you, whispering his name with each breath.

"Want...more, Katsuki." You begged, your hole clenching around nothing. His knee pulled away from your heat and, grabbing a knee in each hand, spread your legs open for him. You flushed at the sudden vulnerability as he admired your body beneath him.

He pressed his hips into you, and you couldn't help gasping when you felt how hard he was through both of your pants. You whined up at him, spurred on by how his hips rolled harder into you when you were needy.

You reach down, reaching under his shirt and playing with the waistband of his shorts, ready to feel him with less clothing. He grabbed your hands, stopping the movement of his hips. "Nuh-uh. You first." He grumbled, his hands shooting to the hem of your shirt. "Off."

You sat up quickly, letting him lift the fabric over your head. Immediately, his mouth was on your skin, sucking kisses across your chest. His thumbs ran over the thin fabric of your bra, right over your nipples, before reaching around you, unclasping it and pulling it away easily.

You looked up at him through your lashes, silently asking for more. He smirked down at you and tossed your bra somewhere into the living room. "Gotta use your words. Tell me what you want."

You bit your lip, nervous to voice what you craved out loud. "Wanna feel you."

He leaned forward a little, grabbing your chin in hand and running his thumb over your bottom lip before forcing it into your mouth, resting lightly on your tongue. "Gotta be more specific. Or else I might just use you how I wanna."

You flushed with desire at the prospect, all the possibilities of him using you. But you wanted to feel him now. "Fuck me," you whispered around his finger, lifting yourself up enough that you could roll your hips onto his groin. "Wanna feel you in me."

He flashed a wide grin, pulling his hand away and kissing you hard. You held onto him by wrapping your arms around his neck, aware of his hands pulling at your bottoms, taking your undies with him. You sucked in a gasp at the cool air against your pussy, whining when he teased your folds with a finger.

"Already so wet for me. Can't believe I waited so long for this pussy." He groaned, pressing into you until he found your clit. You couldn't believe how well he worked you with his fingers, sighing when one teased at your entrance.

"Right there, Katsuki." You pleaded, trying to roll your hips into him. Once again though, you were no match for his strength, and he held your hips down with a single hand, the other working over your slowly.

"So eager for it, huh?" He cooed. "You're gonna beg for this cock." He pressed a finger into you, sliding in easily with your slick, and you gasped around the thickness of him. And it was only one finger. His thrusts were gentle, slow, nothing like what you needed. "God, you're sucking me in so well," he said, eyes trained on where his fingers were pressing into you as he added a second finger.

You felt dirty at his words, but judging by the way his cock tented in his shorts, you knew he was praising you in his own way. And he was right, with him curling his fingers right where you needed him, you were desperate for him. "Please, Katsuki. Need you."

He looked up at you at last, and he nearly melted at the sight of you under him, eyes watering, face flushed. You were like a dream. "Not yet. Gotta make sure you're ready for me. Don't wanna break you before I've had my fun." But the way he was toying with you, his thumb found the perfect rhythm on your clit, matching up so well with the way not two, but now three of his fingers pressed into you. The burn was delicious, you couldn't help clenching around them, needing just a little bit more.

"Please, Katsuki. Put it in. I need it." You whined, repeating the prayer over and over, getting close to your climax but holding off until you could feel him inside you.

After a few more thrusts, he took pity on you, pulling his shorts down enough so his cock was freed, bouncing up a little before resting against his thigh. It was thick, with a pale pink tip, curving just a little. You swallowed. If you weren't already so close to cumming, you'd definitely want it in your mouth.

"You sure you're ready for it?" He asked, thrusting into you extra hard as if to prove his point. You grunted at the movement, but you couldn't say you didn't like it. You nodded eagerly, angling your hips toward his tip.

He pulled out his fingers, continuing the motion on your clit for a second longer before he pumped his cock a few times, covering it in the slick gathered on his fingers. He ran his tip through your folds a few times before sliding into your cunt. The motion was smooth, and he had prepped you well, but you still felt a sweet burn as he stretched you out around his cock, a little moan pulling from you lips.

He didn't waste any time finding that rhythm from before, and soon you were moments away from your orgasm, whining in his ear sweet praises about how good he made you feel.

"Told ya I'd make you feel good." He grunted, his face right by your ear, pressing kisses into your neck. "God, you're squeezing me so well. Don't wanna give up this pussy."

You were getting closer, he was hitting all the right spots. His thumb was back on your clit, moving in time with his thrusts. You felt the muscles low in your belly tightening, could nearly taste your release. "I'm so close, Katsuki."

He grunted, nearly losing his pace, but he was determined to get you off. "That's right, baby, let go. Cum for me."

You felt the tightness snap, crying out as he fucked you through your orgasm. The way you milked him was enough to push him over the edge soon after you, but he continued thrusting, even as you cried out, "s'too much, Katsuki," because he wasn't done feeling you squeeze his cock. He knew he'd be addicted to your cunt, that he'd never stop craving it.

When he finally slowed his thrusts, you were exhausted, a few tears sneaking down your cheeks as you smiled up at him, holding his face in your hands. "Fuck, Y/n. Welcome home."

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Tysm @hisokumi for the request, and for everyone for reading!! This was such a fun request to do, it was a nice change to have more of a dom Katsuki hehe 😈

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૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, nsfw, minors do not interact. pussy jobs, fem!reader, bakugou is kinda mean but also a soft dom. enjoy <3

i’m completely normal about giving katsuki a pussy job expecting him the one to become a mess, when in reality, you end up being the mess.

like, katsuki would be laying on his back against your crushed white sheets— sunlight filtering in on a warm afternoon and illuminating the careful slope of his features as if he was carved from marble by the gods. his hands, rough from his quirk, would be smoothing over the stretch marks on your ass, maybe squeezing the flesh every once in a while as you straddle his hips— soaked pussy lips enveloping his rock hard cock while you rut back and forth against him.

he’s drawing supportive little patterns into the small of your back, smirking up at you every time his cock twitches and his seedy cockhead bumps your clit— ‘cause you let out a needy little gasp and screw your eyes shut and scrunch up your nose so adorably, it makes him lose his shit at how cute you are when you use bakugou to get yourself off.

“you gonna put it in yet, baby?” he’s mocking you, smirking slow and sexy while his voice carries a prevalent and gravelly rasp that comes with waking up to katsuki bakugou in the morning. at his question, you shake your head— pouting in frustration as you rock your hips back and forth, harder, over his erection. “no?” bakugou hisses through gritted teeth, watching you grind your pussy down on him needily. “c’mon princess, yanno you need it.”

it’s annoying how fucking good he looks lying beneath you, an arm behind his head while his golden skin is highlighted by the morning light, blonde locks mussed with the movement of his sleeping patterns. his eyes hold mischief, lust and love between the brownish flecks hidden amongst a sea of vermillion red and his brown nipples stand at attention. katsuki’s cock finds itself in a similar state, bricked up and fat between your soaked folds, blue-purple veins prominent while they pulse with hormone laden lust, while his tip bleeds a milky white, painfully red.

“s-shut up, katsuki,” you whine, nails digging into your boyfriend’s pecs that you use to steady yourself. your entire body jolts when he ruts up into you, dragging his cock along the entire length of your slit, gyrating his cockhead into your puffy clit. “this s’supposed to be my fun.”

“yeah? don’t look like yer havin’ much fun.” katsuki hums, hooded eyes drifting up and down your body— taking in the way you shake, the way your lips part in adorable moans and he removes the hand at your waist to smack down on your ass hard…before the one behind his head comes down to help guide your hips and pussy over his girth. “you’re not gonna cum from this,”

you hate that he’s right, that you’ve been with him so long you can barely get off without him— you need the familiar burn of his dick stretching you out, crave the feeling of being so full of katsuki to the point where he overwhelms your senses. “i-i can!” you can’t. you should hate that he’s trained your body to desire him and only him— but that’s what makes fucking your boyfriend so much better.

“mmm fuck. look at that cute little pussy twitchin’ for me,” he says, almost breathless as he looks between your sticky thighs, groaning at the sight of your arousal clinging to his length in thick clear strings as he pulls you up from his lap, tip bumping at your entrance as if he’s going to fuck up into you. “you won’t, not gonna cum without my cock deep inside, i know you baby. ain’t doin’ yourself any good lyin’ to me.”

he doesn’t stop teasing you there, squeezing at your soft hips, drawing shapes against your tummy until his thumb is able to reach your clit— rubbing it in wide circles. “you won’t cum, but i will, gonna leave all my cream on your cute cunt.” bakugou let’s put a deep moan from right in his chest, the sound vibrating through you and sending a shooting pleasure right down to your clit. “might even leave ya high ‘n dry.”

“you won’t,” you hiccup in protest, relenting, letting katsuki’s mushroomed cockhead prod at your little hole with each slow grind and thrust against your sticky, raw mound. “stop bein’ mean.”

both of you share a sweet and shaky moan when katsuki finally pushes into you all the way, cock slipping past your glistening entrance with ease. “you’re right, always gotta make my baby cum,” wrapping his muscled arms around your waist— the blonde keeps you anchored down on his lap, wasting no time in setting a rough, hungry pace to his thrusts into your cunt as if he can no longer fold back, as if you putting your pussy on him had been torturing him for hours. “‘m never mean t’you, just know what you fuckin’ need. know how to take care of my baby— that’s right, choke my fuckin’ cock just like that.” he growls over the lewd squelching that now fills the room, just as he fills your guts.

it’s only then that you allow yourself to slump forward into bakugou’s chest— let him grab two handfuls of your ass to spread you open on his dick, let him in deeper until you practically can feel him in your throat as well.

and he’s right, you don’t know why you ever thought you could ever cum without katsuki’s thick, chubbed up cock pounding into you like his life depends on it.

Sweet (Like Honey) | K. Bakugou

Entry 02 | The Virginity Chronicles

Summary: When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out.  

(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)

Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, fingering, dry humping, cunnilingus,  creampie, multiple orgasms, no contraception mentioned, extremely unrealistic (seriously, this is not what losing your virginity is actually like), characters are aged up to 18

Note: So this was inspired by someone on my AO3, who wondered what Bakugou would be like when he lost his virginity. And this is what my brain had to say. 

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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.

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