“beg For It”

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?

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.

Omggg ty for this ask!!! It's so cute eek 😫 I hope you like it 💖

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 😈

Pls comment/rb to tell me how you liked it, I love every bit of feedback from you all 💖 and every like is appreciated too!

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i start work on saturday very nervous wish me luck!

Hey i have a request for Bakugou..🤭

LIKE imagine sitting on his Lap and he’s like

„ i can feel u throbbing „

btw rlly like your writings

Hot. Why does every guy I write about kinda end up being an asshole har har

I don’t have time to read this back, but hopefully there’s no mistakes *smiles awkwardly*

Thankyou btw! <3

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It's been at least an hour since your boyfriend Bakugo returned home early from patrolling the city, maybe even longer. You don't know, being this horny makes it kinda difficult to keep track of time.

You're currently being bounced on your shirtless hero's thigh whilst he fills in a few bits of paperwork, built muscles flexing underneath your weight. He has a bare arm snaked around your waist to keep you steady as he moves around on the couch, and you can feel his hard abs tensing against your back each time he leans forward to retrieve another sheet of paper from the coffee table in front of you.

You'd been looking forward to having your man back from his exhausting job a few hours earlier since it makes cleaning, cooking and whatnot much easier compared to when doing it alone. Although, you had made sure to complete your daily chores before he came home today anyway, solely due to the fact that you'd been unbearably aroused since he left this morning. You'd already made yourself cum twice to the thought of him but, clearly, nothing you can do is good enough.

You're sure he can tell how you're feeling right now! You definitely saw him try to hide a smirk when he came home to you in just a shirt and panties!

You can see that he's tired of working without being able to look at his face, the sighs that blow past his lips every so often giving him away. He also never finished removing his work clothes.

"Finished yetttt?" you drawl out slowly, wiggling along the bottoms of his hero costume to reposition yourself and unintentionally nudging your clit upon his leg, the sudden tingle of pleasure making you hurriedly cover a whimper with a forced sniff.

Sighing, Bakugo answers to your childish whining, "Just gotta fill this last one out... n' then put my signature on that one, I think."

"Can't that one wait?"

Yes, you know it's rather selfish. You should be letting him concentrate, but...!

You lean back on his warm shoulder, your head fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck. Glancing up, you admire his side profile and the way his reading glasses rest upon the bridge of his nose. You'd always thought he looked hot with them on. Maybe he would place them on his head to keep his wild hair pushed back as he goes down on you... Or maybe he'd keep them on, until your juices squirting all over the lenses becomes too much so that he can't see clearly?

Wow, you are not doing yourself any favours.

Steamy thoughts cause your body temperature to rise, voice wobbly when you beg once again, "C'monnnn, you hardly ever get home this early. I always get lonely when you're not here with me, sitting here by myself after doing housework and stuff..."

The vivid thought of you at home, all alone, not knowing what to do with yourself for hours yanks at your boyfriend's heartstrings and it's almost paining him. Slowly, Bakugo relaxes, letting the arm around you land limply over your thighs. Still staring up at his side profile, your cute smile graces his peripheral view once he manoeuvres his head to face in your direction to show he's listening.

He closes his eyes, ballpoint pen still in hand yet not on paper, and presses his forehead into your hair so he can breathe in your homely scent. He's contemplating. A wave of pride washes over you at his behaviour, only you could ever manage to coax him out of hero work.

But that pride dulls into a certain annoyance when he reverts back to his previous position and begins to work towards completing his last form, the pen in his hand barely releasing any ink unless he presses down hard enough. He's losing motivation, just a teeny bit more persuading.

"Katsukiiiii," you extend the last sound of his name in the whiniest, most pathetic way you can whilst lifting your upper half away from him, only to force yourself down with a bratty huff. Thankfully Bakugo lifted the pen away before you made him scribble over everything with your little tantrum.

A "tch" comes from your right and you frown. Fine then, you think, proceeding to (struggle to) tug your panties down, but only until they reach the other hand he has on your upper legs. Rough, scarred fingers instantly grasp the crumpled fabric but he pays no mind.

As he writes, Bakugo moves his clutch on your underwear from the twisted hem to the noticeable wet patch between your slightly spread thighs. It's difficult to open your legs more for him with your panties constricting them to at most a mere few inches apart. You watch your boyfriend toy with the dampened cloth whilst appearing to focus on what's in front of him, repeatedly swiping a thumb across the stickiness.

"So damn impatient." he mutters grumpily as always, ignoring the abrupt exhale you release at his hand cupping your yearning cunt. Those gorgeous crimson eyes roll when you attempt circling your hips to ideally catch your pulsing clit against his bottoms, but the angle your body is positioned prevents that from happening. Though it doesn't prevent the hero from landing a clean smack on the sensitive skin of your almost hidden pussy.

"Chgh! Ow..." you grit your teeth as the initial sting subsides, finding yourself flustered with desperate tears clouding your vision. Why does he have to be so mean! What's worse is that he hasn't even showed any satisfaction yet, continuing with his stupid forms or whatever like he's being forced to tease you so brutally.

Like nothing ever happened, he returns one thick middle finger to your aching bud, only to discover that your sweet slick has amounted to so much that he can hardly keep it in one place without slipping.

Bakugo's tone of voice is relatively normal as he states, "Fucking hell, I spanked you once and you're drenched,"

You mewl lightly, his touch doing the bare minimum, gliding up and down your entrance so easily, embarrassingly easy.

Wait, he's put the pen down. Where has his other hand gone?

You hadn't realised his mouth was closing in on your ear until a sharp nibble to it makes you freeze up. A gruff whisper unleashes a tsunami of shivers to race down your spine.

"You miss me that much when I'm gone, huh?"

It sounds like a teasing question, but you know it's more than that. A 'condescending demand' is more of a fitting term. That other hand of his that sneakily coiled around your throat just now is a more than enough sign for you tell the difference. It squeezes lightly, as your hero relentlessly flicks his finger over your puffy clit. Your trembling hand rapidly covers your mouth, the odd yet familiar fear of reaching your first orgasm of the moment filling your body with sparking adrenaline.

You're wailing into your palm, fidgeting in his lap due to the overstimulation and frustration at the panties stopping your legs from opening further, drinking in his words and the breathy moans escaping him because of your own delicious little whimpers.

" 'miss me so much that you just can't help yourself, ah? So much that you go outta your way to distract me from my work?" and with that said, he stops tormenting your cunt to shove three of his digits between your sloppy folds just to press them harshly over your clenching hole.

For the first time in what seems like forever, you finally take a deep, albeit shaky, breath through your nose. Your entire body twitches uncontrollably, you were so close.

"Answer my damn question, brat."

Jeez, you picked a bad day to annoy him. Who pissed in his cereal this morning?

The growing angry rumble in his voice causes you to panic and whine into your fingers like you're incapable of talking. The grip from around your neck disappears, then returns around your wrist this time, tearing it away from your plumped lips with a thin string of drool attached.

His sudden act of power evokes pleading words from you, weak voice breaking with a, "Ka-Katsuki, I jus' wanna play--"

"Answer the question. You're not stupid," he pauses for a second before circling your entrance with some pressure. You gasp at a painful sensation blooming across your cheek, realising the hot skin is being pinched with his teeth.

"I can feel you throbbing. You can't hide it, how your tight little hole begs for me. Just say it, baby. Me, you and your needy fuckin' body all know the answer."

His fingers are almost inside you and his huge palm is pressed up on your burning clit. Bakugo nuzzles into the crook of your neck, ghosting his lips along the salty skin.

"Do yourself a favour, for god's sakes." he muffles into your shoulder whilst taking a handful of your plush hips and kneading harder than ever.

"...Yes, yes-- I miss you that bad, Katsuki. I always miss you so so bad, it hurts,"

Your man chuckles lowly at you, decides to pull you further into him so that your ass grinds on his restrained, jolting cock. Your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh, even if it is mocking you. Your lusty eyes are forced to make contact with his, reading glasses pushing back his fringe just as you'd imagined. Then, he lovingly kisses the bite mark donning your face.

"Finally, s'all you had to do. Now, stop pissin' me off and bounce on it." he orders, effortlessly lifting you up by your underarms to buck his hips as he slams you down.

/-/-/-/

[8:47pm]

judge me all you want but i was watching monsters inc. while writing this 😈💪🏼 btw characters are in hs

rushed and not edited 😍🙌🏼

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Bakugou Katsuki is such a good kisser. It’s almost hard to believe that you were each other’s very first kisses he’s that good. You were almost always at his house and his mother absolutely adored you. However, whenever you started to get deep into a conversation with her, you were whisked away by your angry boyfriend.

He always always always takes your hand to lead you up the stairs and shuts his door. Wouldn’t want his old had to be spying on you guys now. Not that she would but he’s a little paranoid.

Bakugou leads you to his bed to which he will immediately pull you onto his lap so you are straddling him. “Sukiii, i just got here.” you whine. He begins to kiss down your neck, sucking your favorite spot then nipping at it lightly.

“Mmm, don’t care. Kiss me.” He says making his way further up your neck to your jawline. Once you finally begin to kiss him back, he adds more fevor to the kiss. Moving his head at the right times, sensually tonguing at your mouth in the most deliciously disgusting way possible.

“mm suki” He glances up at you but soon realizes you weren’t beckoning his attention, but more so calling out to him for more.

And then for the next hour or so before you had to go home it continued on like that. Slow sensual kisses, touches, hickeys around each other’s necks. But when it finally was time for you to leave, he will escort you back downstairs asking if you could stay for just a little longer.

“Oh, your leaving already Y/N? Well come back soon hun you’re always welcome!” His mom will say before looking at her son. “Katsuki what’s on your neck?” You take that as your sign to make a run for it, “Well, I um i’m gonna head out, bye suki love you, and bye mitsuki!” She turns back to her son to examine his neck further. “Oh my god, is it a hickey?!” “Hah?”

“Katsuki Bakugou you have a hickey on your neck go look.” She giggles out. Bakugou runs to the mirror to find the purple bruise located where his collar bone meets his neck, the spot that had him keening out for you.

“She is so dead” he mumbled going back to his room.

“Don’t be too hard on her now Katsuki,” Mitsuki calls from the bottom of the steps. “Yeah yeah whatever.”

suki<3: you left a hickey on my neck? how the fuck am i supposed to get this off?

Y/N🙄🧡: you didn’t seem to mind when i was doing it (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥

suki<3: well i didn’t really notice it when it was happening. and cut it with the stupid emoticons

Y/N🙄🧡: aww why cause it felt so good suki?? i’m flattered (>‿♥)

suki<3: keep tellin yourself that baby, hags callin me for dinner, i gotta go

suki<3: talk to you later. i love you, pretty 🧡

Y/N🙄🧡: i love you too suki <3333 smooch smooch

suki<3: 😘

Y/N🙄🧡: AHHHH OMGOMG YOU-

Y/N🙄🧡: IM SO IN LOVE

Y/N🙄🧡: MY BF IS SO NICE TO ME

Y/N🙄🧡: YOU LOVVVEEE MEEEEE

Y/N🙄🧡: KISSKISSKISSKISSKSS😘😘😘😘😘

read by suki<3 at 6:39pm

When Sparks Fly

collab with @ariavaana!! read preparation here!

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bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 1.2k

cw: dry humping, dom bkg, dirty talk, pet names, praiiiiiiseeee!!! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis: Sex with him feels electric, especially the desperate kind

mdni

You were being such a good girl for him while he was away on a mission, always calling him the same time of night, taking care of your shared apartment, but most importantly, not touching yourself. His sweet honest girl that would cry to him on the phone whining about how she “can’t cum without him” was the real tell tale sign you were telling the truth. Because in all honesty he thought you were gonna break, a month is a long time to go without falling apart at the hands of your lover, or well any hands for that matter, but he knew you were good for him. So good. Which is why tonight, after all that waiting, he’s finally gonna take you like he’s dreamt about for so long.

He so badly just wanted to lunge across the table and rip off your beautiful expensive dress to fuck you right there, wandering eyes be damned. But he was a man of patience and he wanted to make you feel good, put your needs first instead of his for once… aka give you the best “I missed you” sex of your life. Bakugou was absolutely determined that by the end of the night you would be crying on his cock after cumming an absurd amount of times at his will.

“Suki are you okay? You’ve been staring at me this whole time.” You shyly speak, worry lacing your tone.

His eyes wrack up and down your body once more before he gives the ridiculously sexy smirk that you adore. Bakugou leans forward eyes clouded with lust to whisper in your ear, “Just thinking about you crying on my cock.” He kisses your neck innocently to make it seem like a family friendly conversation however you knew it was anything but.

A dark blush spreads to the tips of your ears and you turn your head away in embarrassment. “S-suki not here… you just got back.” Your tone has a little whine to it but he sees past the stubbornness straight into the pure desire you felt for him.

“So then lets leave. We both knew where it was gonna end up anyways so let’s just skip to the part we’ve both been dying for baby.” He grabs your hand to practically drag you out of the fancy establishment all the way to his nice car, you know the kind with a roaring engine that would make the average person say he was over compensated for something.

He ripped open the door for you, even making a point to buckle you himself so he could smother you with one last kiss before he drove you home. Bakugou races home probably breaking about thirty laws in the process but it was all worth it when he pulled into the driveway, relief finally settling in knowing what was to come.

He opens the door for you once more gently taking your hand to guide you inside. The two of you meet for a sloppy, desperate kiss. Tongues exploring one another’s mouths as his big hands paw at your ass. You keep moving backwards until your back runs into what you could only assume to be a wall and for the first time in forever he speaks.

“Jump baby, c’mon gotta feel you closer.” He near whimpers. Following his command you hop up into his strong hold, dress hiking up in the process. Now you can feel it, what you’ve been aching for for the past four weeks. Bakugou’s dick was positioned perfectly at your entrance, the only thing blocking it was his slacks and your panties but that could be fixed right?

You reach down to pathetically claw at his pants in an attempt to will them off magically. “S-suki please take- take them off. Needa feel you, want you in me now.” You beg and a low grumbly chuckle falls from his lips.

“Nah, I wanna take my time with you, gonna make my pretty girl feel so good yeah?” The first slow grind of his hips against yours makes you shudder at the pleasure. “Ah fuck yeah.” You sigh out just letting him take control of everything with little to no setback.

The deliberate, calculated ruts of his hips have your head lulling to the side the a dopey smile etched across your features. Bakugou kisses down your neck with opened mouth movements, tongue seemingly moving in tandem with his hips. The button of his pants catching perfectly on your clit with each passing movement making it all the more enjoyable. Suddenly you were caught off guard by him taking you over to the couch where he sets you back down on him, perched perfectly on his across his strong thighs straddling him. However during the transition all of the moving stopped, now resorting to wet kisses placed across his neck as his hands rest on your thighs.

The more time that passed the more impatient he became, trying to subtly nudge you to move again. Once again taking matters into his own hands, he roughly ruts his hips up into yours, jolting your body from the unexpected feeling. “Gotta move, sweetheart. G-go on, thaaaat’s it, fuck.” He curses as you begin to once more, grind yourself into him. Bakugou grips your thighs harder, one hand even moving to to rub your ass, guiding you into him more. He loves the way your head falls back in pleasure, the way your hips have a mind of their own continuously chasing the euphoric feeling of him. You move faster as he pulls you to move harder, making the noises that come from your mouth uncontrollable at this point.

“God fuck, you feel so good katsu, m-more please. I-I think i’m close su-ah suki.” He looks up into your eyes for the first time in a while seeing them glossed over, clouded with lust and more importantly love. The look of pure adoration that you could only feel for him. One of his hands softly guides itself up your body to grip your jaw to being your mouth back to his, kissing you with more raw emotion than he could have ever expressed with words. “You can cum, pretty. Go ahead sweets, you can do it, do it for your suki”

That was the final push to make your body convulse with pleasure, cumming in your underwear all over his nice slacks. He holds you against him as you catch your breath before speaking again

“Gonna show you how much I missed you.” You were in for a long night.

TAGS 🏷:

@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki @ariavaana @melaniebakugo @keyz-writes @kuleo26 @sirensuki @theweasleysrule

i need more.

hey sweetheart! could I ask for Greek god!au with body worship, corruption and orgasm denial with hades!top!bakugo and persephone!reader being an absolute killer duo not only in the eyes of others but also in the bedroom? thank you xoxoxo

uuuh....ion even know 🙈😳 don’t look @ me.

(ft. hades!kats, body worship, corruption, f!reader, daddy!kink, orgasm denial)

“I said fuck me.”

Katsuki just rolls his eyes at that and you buck against his fingers, so frustrated that he’s so insistent on opening you up when he promised that he’d fuck you the moment you said you were ready.

“You’re not ready for my cock, Pretty,” he reasons and you whine, practically rolling around in the sheets in exasperation at this point. “Just a little longer.”

“That’s what you said five minutes ago!” You huff, glaring him in the eyes. Katsuki growls.

“You want Daddy to make you feel good don’t you?”

“Yeah, you promised, but y—“ you’re interrupted by the curl of his fingers and it has your thighs tensing, knees rocketing to your abdomen in surprise. You blink up at the ceiling of your shared chamber.

“What was that?” You demand, propping yourself up on your forearms. Katsuki snorts, raising an eyebrow.

“Feels good?”

You whimper in confirmation, nestling into the silk sheets. Your body jolts as Katsuki’s digits hit the right spot and his free hand lifts to pinch at your nipple, and he finally answers your question.

“It’s called your g-spot, baby,” he says, chuckling when you tense again. “But only I can reach it—only Daddy can make you feel this good, yeah?”

You nod in agreement, hips bucking against his palm, and Katsuki inserts another finger. You shudder.

“F-Full, Daddy,” you whimper, and Katsuki hums, crowding you against the bed to give you a peck on the lips.

“Yeah? ‘S it too much, pretty baby?” He asks and you shake your head. Katsuki coos, running his hand over your chest in favor of tweaking your nipple again. “Gods, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. So pretty and strong...such a perfect wife for me, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, all yours,” you say, and gasp as you feel something building behind your navel. Your legs kick and your chest shudders in confusion. “Help Daddy, I—s-something’s coming—“

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks and you shrug, because you don’t know what that is. Katsuki clicks his tongue and his fingers stop, and you whine, hips bucking for any kind of stimulation.

“You can’t cum yet, sweetheart. You want to cum on my cock, don’t you? Wanna cum with daddy?”

You gasp with a nod and watch as Katsuki finally pulls his pants down. Yes. That’s what you want. To cum with Daddy.

step inside the kissing booth with katsuki bakugou! (ends march 20th!)

idc anymore face reveal!

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Bakugou x fem!reader

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wc: 300 something

cw: angst, fighting {bakugou is mean :(},cursing, suggestive, innuendos, happy ending, all characters are aged up.

Sometimes you fight, and it might seem like you hate each other. But even through all the hurt, the love you share triumphs the hate.

Katsuki follows you around your shared apartment, angerly stomping behind you, flailing his arms around as you fight.

The two of you had just gotten back from a trip to the grocery store about half an hour ago, when he decided to have a hissy fit about some guy.

“How can you be so fucking dense?! He was hitting on you, y/n, and you did nothing about it, just stood there like you’re some bimbo trying to get picked up.” His voice carrying through the living room, making you turn around immediately.

“Are you kidding me, Katsuki!” Ouch. The use of his full name forces him stop in his tracks, no more lovey dovey nicknames in place of his given one. “He was asking me where the cereal aisle was, not exactly trying to take me in the middle of the store! You need to stop being so jealous!” You yell back at him.

“You need to stop being so oblivious, I can't always be the one to pull you out when you're in trouble!” He seethes.

“And you need to learn to control your temper!” You scream back, out of breath, and headache forming from all the yelling. And with that he walks straight out of the apartment leaving you there to process what had just happened. Before your anger could set in further, Katsuki busts through the door and pulls you into a searing kiss. Eventually the two of you fell into a rhythm, mouths moving in synch to get more of each other. He moves his hands down your waist before finding a resting place on your ass. Your hands go to wrap around his neck pulling him impossibly closer.

Not long after he mutters a “Jump.” to which you comply, wrapping your legs around his built frame as he continues to kiss you.

By the end of it all, you were back where you should be; his arms draped around you in a comfortable silence and your worn-out bodies lulling each other to sleep.

any of u guys wanna be mutuals???

i want to follow back and converse