Thinking About A Casual Makeout Session With Katsuki. You’re Not Really Dating But Neither Of You Really

Valentine’s day Event!!

It’s started late because I have been busy but every day for the rest of February there will be a new something for Bakugou!!! Please please please feel free to give me prompts/requests, everything but smut <3 happy reading!!!

Event fics here:

Day 1: More Thankful Than You Know

Day 2: So This Is Love

Day 3: s/o who’s love language is touch

Day 4: “Then Who Should I Give My Time To?”

Day 5: I’ll Be Your Voice

my tummy hurts

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.” 

Sleepy

A/N: Thinking about Bakugou and his sleepy gf it’s been plaguing my mind 🏋🏻‍♀️🙌🏼💪🏼

masterlist

cw: SUPA SOFT BKG AHHH

no wc cause i wrote this straight into tumbler and i do not feel like copying and pasting it in word

also not edited so if grammar or spelling is shit i am sorry i will prolly fix it in study hall😆🙌🏼

He loves it when you get like this, all cuddly and cute like a little puppy dog. You usually wake up a bit late not being a morning person and all but today Katsuki thought it might be fun to make breakfast together. Dinners you’ve done, lunch you’ve done, but never breakfast. He will always have it finished by the time you wake up so you can feed your empty belly after a good nights sleep.

He walks around to your side of the bed, it being around 6 am at this point, and starts to gently card his finger through your hair.

“C’mon baby, gonna make breakfast together. How’s that sound?” He speaks softly.

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of him, looking completely disoriented as you cuddle deeper into your cozy sheets.

“Tired,” You speak with a soft pout and furrowed brows. God could you be any cuter, “no sun,” you continued, slurring your words.

“Well baby, he’s not up yet.” He jokes as you tighten your hugging hold on his pillow since he got up.

“Can you sit up for me, pretty?” You do as he says, slowly sitting up with blankets still draped around you. “Arms up.” he speaks one last time before he picks you up placing your arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

You were absolutely weightless to him, he rested one hand securely across your back while the other remained free to hold onto the banister of the stairs. And if he thought you couldn’t get any more adorable he had another thing coming. Just as he was about to set you up on the kitchen counter, you snuggle your head into his chest and his heart melts completely. Bakugou decides that he can hold you for a little while longer while your still trying to wake up.

So there you are in the kitchen, him really doing most of the cooking and you there for moral support. You’re still seated on the counter, tired, but being there nevertheless means the world to him. You could have said you wanted to sleep in today and he would have listened. You could have said you weren’t hungry yet and made breakfast for himself. But you were sleepy and still got up to be with him.

As he works around making the food he never strays too far away you, giving you lingering touches, sometimes taking a break to let your form cuddle into his before he goes back to the cooking. Katsuki let’s you taste the food and give him feedback even if you still aren’t completely coherent yet.

Overall he loves times like these. The ones where you’re clingy and not in a way most guys would hate. But the times where you feel like you need to be touching him and if you aren’t you will pout and whine for him to come back. To which he always does because he feels the same as you.

my new most favoritest iwa fic 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

FIRST & ONLY | IWAIZUMI HAJIME x FEM READER

CONTENT WARNINGS: virgin!reader, virginity loss, slight corruption kink, soft!dom hajime, oral~ f; receiving, fingering, size kink, praise kink, insecure!reader, nipple pinching and sucking, shy!reader, pwp, daddy kink, cumming on tummy and tits, fluffy ending

WORD COUNT: 2660

ADDITIONAL NOTES: not proofread💔 pls leave feedback

‘you sure you wanna do this?’, hajime asked, pulling away from your lips.

you were straddling his lap, needy and breathless as you nodded eagerly, giving an experimental grind down onto his cock to assure him.

he hisses deep in his throat at the action, squeezing your hips to steady you.

‘just wanted to make sure’, he rasps out, toying with the loose fabric at the bottom of your loose tank top.

you bite you bottom lip, smiling nervously as you guide your hands over his, giving him the ok to undress your upper half.

he regains his initiative, remembering that he was the one leading you here.

he tapped your thigh, a signal for you to get up. he laid you down on the bed, splaying your hair out beneath you as he kneeled above you.

‘up’, he mutters, grabbing the hem of your top and lifting it up and over your arms. his breath hitches as your tits came into view, immediately cupping one in his large hand.

you nipple perks up under the cool air as hajime thumbs at it, listening intently to your small noises.

he cooed at how bashful you looked, clad in only your pajama shorts. your head was turned to the side, cheeks flushed as he held your tits. your eyelashes were fluttering shut each time he prodded at your sensitive nipples.

he had half the mind the life, but the other half got the best of him as he lowered his mouth down to your nipple, giving it a kitten lick to test the waters.

you breath out shakily at the motion, your inexperienced body arching up at the touch.

he wraps his lips around the hardened bud, lapping his tongue against it. his hand comes up to squeeze the other between his thumb and forefinger.

your whimpers only egg him on to suck harder, teeth grazing against your areola every few seconds.

one of your hands splayed out against your neck, the other combing through the back of his head as he switched to coat your other nipples with his saliva and teeth marks.

‘hajime..’, you sighed out in pleasure, rubbing your thighs together as the aching between your thighs grew by the second.

he hums into your skin, trailing sloppy kisses down your rib cage and tummy, stopping below your navel where your shorts blocked him.

he lays his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into the sides of your tummy.

'this ok?', he asks, sinking down to his knees and grinding his erect cock against the front of your bed.

you tilt your head forward, nodding down at him with lidded eyes as you continue to grind your thighs against each other in an attempt to relieve the constant throbbing at your sex.

he kept his eyes on your tentatively as you pulls your flimsy shorts down your thighs, knees, calves, then around your ankles, placing them on the floor.

your intimate parts were clad with pale pink panties, making you look all the more innocent.

‘so fucking pretty’, hajime muttered, mostly to himself. his warm hands found themselves on the top of your thighs, massaging the fat of them gently.

he wet his lips with his tongue, cursing under his breath when he noticed the small wet patch forming at the front of your panties.

‘hajime’, you whined out, embarrassed at how deeply he was looking at you.

he shushes you, spreading your thighs apart to see more of your sticky wetness absorb the cheap cotton of your panties.

you tilt you head back up, staring at the roof as your mind raced a million miles a minute. what if you smelt bad? what if you were too tight? what if he didn’t like it? what if you couldn’t make him cum?

you failed to notice amongst your racing mind that iwaizumi’s eyes had flickered up to your face, watching as your brows subconsciously knitted together in worry.

he tapped your thigh, bringing you out of your trance of worries.

‘can i eat you out?’

five words which had your stomach bouncing from nervousness and excitement. your hips jolted up at his words, much to your dismay, as you rasped out a quiet ‘please’.

he chuckled softly, quickly looping his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slipping them down with the help of you lifting your hips up. they dangled around one of your ankles.

he looped his strong arms under your thighs, hooking them apart so there was no chance you could try and hide from him. your legs spread, and for the first time in your life, you were showing someone your pussy.

‘fuck’, iwaizumi groaned at the sight of your glistening folds. you were clenching around nothing, and he swore he could see your clit throbbing. there was sticky wetness plastered all over your inner thighs, and without thinking he went to lick it up.

your breath hitched, feeling him lick up the juncture between your inner thigh and cunt. his tongue was so close to where you needed it, yet so far.

you took in a shaky breath, bringing your hands down to grip his hair like you’d seen in the few porn videos you’d watched.

you tugged up gently, directing his tongue to your twinging sex where he eagerly started to lap your juices up.

your fingers fell from their grip in his hair, sighing out in pleasure as all your body parts relaxed like you had never felt before.

‘aaah, hajime’, you hiccuped out as he suckled your clit into his mouth. the pleasure was like nothing you had ever felt before, mouth wide open as wanton moans fell from your lips.

your back was writhing up and down, trying to find the angle where hajime’s mouth felt best. his thumbs pulled your pussylips apart so he was able to tongue fuck you, reaching places you could never with just your fingers.

hajime’s tastebuds were on fire as his tongue flopped around like a dying fish, his want for you was insatiable, he was insatiable.

the lewd squelches and slurps were almost as loud as your moans, but he wanted to make them even louder.

he pulled his tongue out of your hole, watching in a pussydrunk haze with lidded eyes as it fluttered in want.

‘nghh, daddy please’, you whimpered out, albeit the second word was more of a whisper.

if it was possible, hajime felt like the luckiest man in the world. he was the first one to make you feel like this. first and only, that’s for sure. there was no way anyone else was ever going to see you like this.

‘daddy’s got you sweetheart, you taste like heaven’, he admits aloud, teasing your clit by nosing at it.

‘to-touch me’, you begged, hips wiggling around in discomfort and neediness.

he listens to you, flicking his tongue out and against your clit at a slow pace, letting you enjoy the pleasure and relaxation at first.

one of his hands stretches your pussy to the side, the other resting just below it as he slips his middle finger in, wiggling it around to find your spongy spot.

he finds it in record time, knowing he has by the stutter in your moans, just before they became a notch louder.

he continues his menstruations on your clit, squeezing in his ring finger beside his middle one.

you hiss at the slight sting, quickly replaced by a moan and hajime starts to flick his tongue faster against your clit, stimulating you generously.

your hands curl up into fists as you feel the intimate pool of heat in your stomach grow, and you know you're only a minute or so away from cumming.

'you close?', hajime mutters, hot breath hitting your clit. you hum needily in response, lifting your hips up to signal him to continue.

he lays his tongue back down against your clit and begins to use the tip of it to flick up and down your clit at an alarmingly fast pace.

'oh!', you moan out, bringing your hands to your nipples to stimulate yourself even more. you pinch them between your thumb and pointer finger, and you swear you have tears in your eyes from the amount of pleasure on your body.

'gonna cum!', you shriek out helplessly, back snapping back in an arch as hajime curls his fingers into your sweet spot and grazes your clit with his teeth. your hips thrash against the bed as you chase your orgasm, and he continues to press down on that one spot inside of you.

you let out a big, shaky exhale as your hips flop back down. your legs feel like jelly and you're sure almost every inch of your skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat.

a small groan of discomfort leaves your lips as he pulls his fingers out, and you feel him lie down next to you. your eyes flutter open, looking at him for the first time in what feels like forever.

his lips are wet and shiny and covered with your fluids and juices. his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink and his eyes are clouded over with lust. his dark green eyes are locked onto yours, and you can't look away when he slips the same two fingers that were inside you moments ago, into his mouth.

he makes a show of letting his mouth squelch, licking up every last drop of your essence before pulling them out of his mouth, using them to tilt your chin up.

'you still want me to fuck you?', he asks with such bluntness that you forget why you were here in the first place.

you nod, eyes wide with want. he tuts, bringing his mouth down to your neck, just below your ear.

‘gotta hear you say it baby’, he whispers huskily into your ear, climbing back over you.

you bring your hand to the back of his neck, cupping it gently as you bring your mouth to his ear.

‘please, fuck me hajime’, you beg into his ear shyly.

he doesn’t respond, rather sits up as he pulls the grey tank top over his head, revealing his toned and muscled abdomen to you.

you gulp at the sight, your top teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he makes work of his briefs too.

you can’t help the small gasp that leaves your lips when you see how hard he is.

his cock slaps against his stomach, and it’s harder than you’ve ever seen it before (not that you’ve seen it too many times).

the tip is an angry red, leaking with pre cum as he pumps the base, spreading your legs apart.

your breath starts to labour as your knees fall apart, hands folding together and resting on your upper stomach.

he guides his cock to your pussy, tapping the head of it against your clit.

‘gonna put it in now, ok?’, he says, shifting his weight onto his left arm as his right hand cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb.

you nod, muttering out a meek ‘ok’, as you gulp in anticipation and fear.

he grabs the root of his cock, taking in a deep breath as he starts to push the head of his cock inside of you.

it pops in easily, no doubt due to the work of his mouth and tongue earlier. you’re clenching around him hard, pupils dilated as you take the time to admire his handsome face.

you bring one of your hands to his shoulder, gripping it tightly as he pushes more of himself inside of you. he’s biting on his tongue to retrain himself from shoving the rest of himself in.

‘so tight’, he groans, pushing another few inches in. half of his cock was inside you now, and your legs were trembling as you tried your best to keep them open wide.

‘hajime’, you moaned quietly, lifting your hips up. you wanted him, all of him inside of you now.

‘put the rest in’, you pleaded, eyes wide and lips in a small pout. his eyes meet yours, jaw clenched.

‘you sure?’, he asked, letting the last bit of self restraint he had go.

you nod eagerly, lashes fluttering bashfully as he sheathes the rest of his cock inside of you, balls slapping against your asscheeks.

‘shit’, he moans, bringing his head to rest in the junction between your neck and collarbone.

your mouth is wide open, eyes squeezed shut as the sound of your angelic moans and whimpers filled the room.

you’d never felt so fucking full before. the tip of his cock was pressing in just the right spot which had you writhing and pathetically thrashing your pelvis upwards against his own.

‘move, please’, you whisper out brokenly, you’re not even sure if he could hear you.

he does, and lifts his head up, placing a quick sloppy kiss on both of your cheeks. he grips your waist, pulling his cock out of you slowly, before slamming back in, letting himself chase his pleasure.

you whine out lowly at the sensation, gripping his shoulders harshly. the sensation only eggs him on to fuck you harder, and he does.

his dick is covered in a translucent liquid, making it even easier for him to slip himself in and out of you.

each time he jabs his cock back in, his cockhead presses against a spot deep inside of you which has your clit twitching and vocal chords vibrating as you beg for more.

you’re crying out chants of his name over and over as your eyeballs roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

one of his hands snakes down to rub at your clit, and you’re creaming around his cock without even realising.

your pussy is wrapped around him like superglue, sucking him in as he uses every fibre of his body to keep fucking you through your orgasm and not cumming inside of you.

you’re basically a ragdoll as he keeps hitting that one spot inside of you, letting you ride out your orgasm as long as you can.

there’s tears falling from your lash line as you let out one last shaky moan, before your body falls limp, concluding possibly the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had, and will have.

he slowly pulls his cock out, using your cum as lube as he quickly starts to pump himself at the same pace he was fucking you mere seconds ago.

it doesn’t take long for him to spray his cum all over your stomach, some reaching your underboob. his eyes are locked on your lewd expression, eyes misty with tears and relief.

he throws his head back and let’s put a small groan as the rest of his seed splatters all over your tits, making your nipples perk up.

his now soft cock hangs down as he sits on the edge of the bed for a few moments, catching his breath.

stepping up, he walks over to your closet to grab you one of his old t shirts and briefs which he quickly dressed himself with.

he grabs a towel and washcloth from his nightstand, crawling over next to you.

‘was i good?’, you ask, grabbing the towel to clean your tummy and boobs with.

he wipes the sweat from your forehead with the washcloth, smirking down at you.

‘you were perfect baby. so good for me’, he praises you, watching how you blush and keen underneath him.

he grabs another old t shirt, this time for you to wear as he dresses you, much to your dismay.

‘i can dress myself, hajime’, you pout as your head pops up through the neck hole of the shirt.

‘just rest, my sweet’, he says, tucking you in and chucking the towels into the laundry hamper next to the bed.

he strokes your forehead for a bit, admiring your relaxed expression until he’s almost sure you’re asleep.

‘i love you’, he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple before stepping up, tip toeing to the door so he could go start dinner.

‘hajime?’, you croak out, lifting an eyelid as he turns around in surprise, expecting you to be dozing off.

‘yeah?’

‘i’m glad you were my first’, you say, giving him a sleepy smile.

his tongue pokes into the corner of his cheek, filled his gratitude and wondering how we got so blessed with you.

‘me too baby. i’ll be your first and only.’

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Dating virgin!pro hero Bakugou Katsuki and taking it slow so you don’t scare him off !!!!!!!!! (demisexual coded lol because I love demi bk)

He’s such a good kisser, big lips, open mouth sucking on your soul type of kiss but also soft intimate ones are his favorite. You think he’s such a tease but really he enjoys kissing you and that’s enough for him at first. So you wait for him, and he kisses you for hours leaving your lips all plumped and red, panties wet.

His hand is always on your neck or cheek, holding you there not letting you go anywhere. You were meant to lock lips with him what do you mean you need air to live? He uses tongue and loves licking your lips when you ask for a break, just sliding his wet muscle over your bottom lip and watching the string of saliva that forms when he pulls away. Always. Stroking. Your. Cheek.

Then he starts pinning you against stuff. While kissing you. It’s so hot your lungs burn, he’s still got his hands on the sides of your face, never wandering down. He presses his body against yours, your back glued to the kitchen wall while your dinner is in the oven. He breaks the kiss to check on the food from time to time, giving you time to recover and gain strength for your next make out session.

You’re patient, of course you are, he’s your lover you’d wait for him your entire life if he asked you to. Even if you never got to do anything more intimate than kissing you’d be alright with it. To be honest it turns you on, all the tension in your body after kissing for hours but not receiving any more stimulation. It makes you feel so dirty when you touch yourself thinking about his lips on yours, craving him like crazy but knowing it’s not gonna happen.

And then he starts getting touchy. His hands no longer wrapped around your neck but now wrapped around your waist instead. His thumbs dig into your sides and you can’t help the wine that leaves your mouth, owning a few wet pecks down and up your neck. He takes his time feeling up your body, every curb and every dip, his fingertips memorize all of it. And you feel guilty because you want more more more. But you don’t ask for it, you trust him and he trusts you, so you take what he gives.

Bakugou loves calling you late at night after he’s left your apartment, knowing you’re still out of breath and probably on your way to lay in bed with no panties on. He loves talking to you through the phone about mundane stuff while you play with your clit, giving short answers and trying to hide your little moans. Sometimes he joins you, others he enjoys the show. 

The first time he touches you it’s embarrassing. It’s starts off so innocent, you’re cuddling on the couch and a few kisses turn into a long one which turns into him shoving his tongue down your throat. The couch is so small and your boyfriend is so big that you have to press your chest against his in order to fit, almost being on top of him. Suddenly he grabs your leg and hooks it around his hip, but his hand stays there almost groping your ass. Your nipples brush against his and his mouth is devouring yours, but his hand stays down there and you feel him trying to make a decision.

And then he wanders down, slow and painful. His hand snakes down your inner thigh and cups your pussy, fingers running over your clothed lips. He loves the sounds you make and the way your leg is shaking with excitement, it encourages him to keep going. He teases you a bit before he finally gets inside your pants, pulling your underwear aside and gathering the slick between your folds to bring over your nub. He rolls his fingers and breaks away from the kiss.

That throws you off guard. You’re so used to having your face plastered against his that it feels weird to have him staring right at you. His big mean eyes bare holes into your soul and you feel like crying, because he’s watching you so intently and suddenly you feel insecure. What if he doesn’t like the faces you make? Or what if he’s disgusted by you enjoying it way too much? What if you scare him away? But Bakugou is a pro hero, he’s seen horrible things and no matter how much of a sex freak you are he’ll always pick you as his favorite view. And that doesn’t change given this situation.

He watches as you come apart in front of him, as you give yourself in to the pleasure and suck in his fat fingers. He grows hot with every passing minute listening to the obscene melodies your mouth is making, yet he can’t help but think about how beautiful you are and how happy it makes him to be the one bringing you such joy.

ring me

18+ MDNI, sensitive content

warnings: katsuki calls while you’re in the middle of touching yourself because he’s got intuition like that, fem!reader, phone sex, voice kink (barely), marriage talk, angst if you squint, dialogue heavy, sextape mentioned, generally filthy <3

wc: 1.2k

Whoever’s calling is lucky they didn’t ruin an orgasm. The phone starts ringing while you’re knuckle deep in your cunt, and when you check the caller ID, you have no choice but to pick up.

“Hi, Katsuki.” You do your best to coach your voice to sound mostly normal and can only hope he doesn’t pick up on your erratic breath.

“Hi, baby. just wanted to check on you. You up to anythin’?” Fuck, he’s the perfect fiancé. He’d be so upset to know what you’re doing without him. You click the speaker button and toss your phone onto the mattress next to you.

Just hearing the soft rasp of his voice was enough to get you moving again, but instead touching your pussy how he would this time. Plunging two fingers into yourself and curling them up, using the other hand to press onto your clit. Sometimes he doesn’t rub circles into it like he knows you like, only presses, and when he’s feeling particularly mean, pinches. His goal each time is to make your thighs shake and cunt suck his fingers in deeper, and only then does he give your body what it wants. You’re already hot and leaking, slick dripping onto the clean sheets under you.

“N-Nothing much.” You reply, attempting to sound as bored as possible, cursing yourself when you most definitely do not.

Maybe he won’t catch it.

“Nothing, huh?” He questions, and you can clearly hear the smirk infecting voice, “Doesn’t sound like nothin’ to me.”

You have no such luck, you suppose.

“Tell me the truth.” He commands, without much conviction behind his words. But still, you could never disobey.

“Touching myself.” You break easily and confess amid sharp inhales of breath.

“Are you now? Without me?” He feigns betrayal, pain entwined in his voice, but you knew that he was being smug, trying to make you feel guilty for something that wasn’t really your fault.

“You’re never- ungh- home anymore, Katsuki.” You bite back at him, a choked moan slipping between, though you’re really lashing out to hide the hurt of that truth.

“I know. I’m sorry,” He acknowledges quietly. “Can I come home and make it up to you?”

“R-Right now?” Why is he asking for permission?

“Yes, now. It’s a little slow over here.” He talks casually to you as if you don’t have your fingers stuffed into your pussy.

“Please.” You mumble, not really focused on the conversation anymore, attention instead brought to what you were doing between your legs.

“Please, what?” He goads. Real cheeky.

“Please come home and- oh- touch me.” They slip deeper into you, hitting a sweet spot, and you have half the mind to think that maybe you should grab a toy to really punish him.

“Gonna do more than just touch ya, sweetheart.” His voice lowers an octave while he speaks.

“Tell me.” You puff.

“You like hearing me say it?” The undertone of tease in his voice is unmistakeable. So is the sound of his car engine starting up.

“You know I do.” You answer. He’s got you grinning stupidly up at the ceiling, thrilled and giddy that he’s really coming home just for you.

“Should punish you for havin’ fun without me,” You almost whine aloud, but it’s caught in your throat, “Not gonna, though. ‘S my fault you had to,” You faintly hear his blinker ticking, “Wanna sit you on my face and use my tongue on you. Put my fingers in your pussy to stretch you out a bit and hit that spot I know you like, the one that gets you shaking,” You roll your eyes. You know him like a book, “Put my cock in you as deep as it can fuckin’ reach,” He groans, and you picture him grabbing the bulge in his pants, “Fuck. ‘M hard just thinkin’ about you, sweetness.”

“Gonna play with yourself?” You ask almost too eagerly, loving how loose his lips get when he touches himself.

Over the line you hear him chuckle, “No. I have patience, unlike some people. Wanna save this all for you,” Indistinct honking can be heard over the line, “And how would it look if a Pro like me was caught jerking off while driving?”

“It would look like he loves his fiancé so much that he’s willing to break the law he’s supposed to enforce.” You’ve nearly stopped touching yourself at this point, to focused on teasing him to do anything but rub mindless circles onto your clit.

“‘M good to you in other ways, baby.”

“You’re not.” You say, smile bubbling under the surface of your lips.

“Oh, yeah? Mind telling me what makes me such a bad fiancé?” You hear the grin in his voice while he says it. If you close your eyes, you can imagine what he must look like right now. Driving with one hand, the other palming the hard bulge filling his pants. Smiling in the way he only lets you see and no one else. Perfect and precious Katsuki.

“If you were a good one your cock would be in me already. Wouldn’t have to take care of anything myself.” You know it’s not his fault that he’s not here. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still give him a hard time. He spoils you, and he knows it.

“I’ll make sure I’m home at your every whim from now on.” He jokes. There’s a pause, and you can feel a palpable shift back into your arousal, reminding you why you were on the phone in the first place, “What were you thinkin’ about?”

“When what?” You ask airily, not exactly done taunting him.

He takes it in stride, “When you were fingering yourself without me there to watch.”

“Oh, then,” You say, and you catch his huff of laughter through the line, “Didn’t have to think. Was watching something before you rudely interrupted.”

“Mm, that right? You gonna tell me what?” He pokes, though he’s sure that he already knows your answer.

“Our video.” You admit, biting your bottom lip in expectation after you say it.

“Yeah? You like seeing yourself get fucked?” He snickers, “Favorite part about that video is when you start creamin’ on me. Makes me cum every time,” You hear the sound of the gearshift clicking into place, “‘M home.”

“Get your ass in this bed before I die.”

“Dramatic much?”

You say nothing else and wait for him to come discover you, naked in your shared bed. When he opens the door, your eyes flick over him in unadulterated lust.

He has his phone pressed to his ear, and yours is still on speaker. It echoes through the room when he says, “More perfect than I could ever fuckin’ imagine.”

You giggle and tap the end call button, and watch as he already starts unbuttoning his shirt, not even finishing the job before he starts crawling onto the bed with you. Approaching you like a predator, prey laid out sweetly beneath him. His fingers waste no time trailing up your thigh, not stopping until he can cup your sex with one big hand.

“Can’t wait to make you my wife and have this pussy for all of fuckin’ eternity,” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss on the soft and heated skin of your neck, “You wanna be mine forever?”

“Already am.” You whisper to him.

everyone go beg for a part two rn >:(

A Younger Time

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

Summary: Bakugou goes back in time and sees you.

Time travel.

That's something I wish I could do.

This is surreal.

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

This was horseshit.

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

He's a fucking gremlin again.

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

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

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

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

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

Now he has to worry about timetables and shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come, on."

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

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

"You seem off today, Bakugou."

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

"Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

You.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Should I make a part 2?

[9:13pm]

masterlist

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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