— Kiss, Kiss Baby!

want him.

Reporter: Whats your boy count? Bakugou: *has never done it and is a pro-hero* Yes.

yes but also once he meets you that man is giving you the best sex of your life.

i’m gonna vent rq because none of you really know me and it feels safe here

i’m so burnt out from listening to other peoples problems. don’t get me wrong i will gladly help and give solutions but it just feels like when i need it no one reciprocates it. and i don’t know how to bring it up to some people but i’m struggling so hard and i don’t know what to do. i just want my friends.

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

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

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

still, he doesn’t really get it.

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

pillow mist—the latest villain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“huh?”

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

“you’re staring.”

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

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

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

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

so yes, he’s staring.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i don’t want to be a virgin anymore😮

[6:59pm]

masterlist

based off of this

thinking about how you like to wear the tiniest costumes on halloween because you want to feel sexy and you do. Not only that but you make Katsuki be the other half, his costume being more modest seeing as how he doesn’t like dressing up all that much. But every. single. time. you end up getting cold and asking him for some of the layers to his costume.

Bakugou was less than phased by your choice of clothing, truth be told he didn’t care at all. If you thought you looked good in it (he always did too) than you would be wearing it no debate from him. You were so excited for this years annual halloween party because your costume was just too good. About two months ago you had started to gather the things for you and bakugou to be velma and scooby. You had it all planned out, turtleneck sweater that hugged your curves perfectly, a tiny little skirt, and some above the knee socks.

You wanted him to be shaggy but for whatever reason he said he’d be scooby. Dog head and all. Bakugou was on board with it as always, he did put up a fight when he realized how the character he was dressing up as acted, but you did some… convincing and he folded so quick.

Compliments after compliments on how the two of you looked together and then the familiar chill started. “Sukiiiiiii, m’ cold” You pout, cuddling into him. Bakugou looks down and you trying to snuggle into him for warmth and smiles at the cute display.

“Okay baby, let’s go change.” He says rubbing his pawed hand up and down your back. You look up at him confused thinking he didn’t have anything else to wear. “Change? What’re you gonna wear suki?” He doesn’t answer you but instead takes your hand to lead you to an empty bathroom.

“Just hold on, gotta get outa this thing first.” He mutters fumbling with the scooby suit zipper. When he finally gets it unzipped, you see the familiar brownish tan slacks and green untucked shirt.

Bakugou plans ahead, you should have known this. Once he fully steps out of the dog costume he hands it to you to wear. You giggle at the thought, the costume drowning you because of your size difference. You slipped your skirt off and put the fuzzy costume on instantly warming up.

“How do i look?” You giggle out holding out your paws.

“Very cute.” He says as he kisses the crown of your head and leads you back to the party.

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Vet Bills

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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.

Babycakes!! I got Bakugou on the brain and I wanna know how you feel about this idea

Okay so friends to lovers Bakugou (because friends to lovers is the only thing I know how to do) who wants to take you out on a date first before you guys have sex but one day y'all are making out and get a little too carried away, desperately dry humping each other, teeth clashing, fingers gripping each other a little too tight until you finally cum and make a mess of your clothes - 🍓

pleaaaase omg strawb you’re feeding my brain rot here 😖‼️

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, dry humping, some dirty talk uwu

gasp but can you imagine, you’re in bakugou’s lap, his hands pushing up your shirt because he’s so fucking desperate to touch you. he knows he shouldn’t, he knows he should wait— touching you like this wasn’t part of his plan just yet, no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment...but shit, you’re so pretty like this above him. your lips are bruised and bitten a shade of red that rivals his eyes, even as they travel your face for any doubts. your clothes are mussed, chin shining with spit from where your lips crashed against one another in a messy kiss and there’s shades of deep blue and purple blossoming against your sweat licked skin from where the blonde has marked you as his own.

katsuki’s dreamed of this, your smaller-than-his hands roaming his body, sliding underneath his shirt to rake your nails down his honey abs. he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, he’d done this before— snuck away from parties you attended together to fuck whoever came his way. he’d touched people in the same way you explored him now— so why the fuck was he acting like a teenager having a girl in his bedroom for the first time?

because he loved you, he’d waited through teen romances and college break ups for you and now katsuki bakugou was finally getting a taste of the girl he loved. “we shouldn’t— fuck, yn...i wanted to fuckin’ wait babe,” the blonde heaves under swipes of his tongue against your bottom lip, sitting up to force his pink muscle through your parted lips, exploring your hot mouth. it’s a messy exchange of spit and small, precious moans— your bodies sparking with heat as you press harder and harder against one another. “don’ wanna fuck ya like this, wanna wait...”

“katsuki,” you whine out so fucking sweetly that the sound goes straight to his throbbing cock pushed up against your doughy thighs. you grab at his hands that burn marks into your hips and drag them under your shirt, letting the blonde paw at your breasts while lust fizzes in the little air thats left between you. “katsu, don’ care just ...touch me...” you plead for him, beg your best friend between sloppy kisses and slow grinds of your hips above his hard on.

the blonde shudders at the feeling and the sound, your fat, slick folds practically visible through the thin layer of your leggings— they slide perfectly over his length, so warm that he can only begin to imagine what you feel like underneath all those clothes. his head spins at the way you call for him, like you need him, like you love him and how he makes you feel. “yeah baby?” bakugou coos lowly, sitting up to chase your lips as he takes control and moves your body over him. he ruts up, forcing his tip to push your pussy lips from over your clothes— smirking into the kiss when you desperately tut back. “you need me? want me to fuckin’ touch yer, yeah?”

you keen into his touch, losing trace of kastki’s lips as he tweaks your pebbled nipples from under your shirt— letting you roll your hips in circles to create friction against his sex. dopamine dances across your brain at the feeling of his thick, prominently veined cock pushing at your clit from underneath your clothes— it all feels so new, so fucking good like you’ve never felt it before. “suki, please... ohmygod please...y’so big, s’good...” you slur, breathing laboured from the way you hump his bulge.

“i know baby, suki knows,” katsuki pushes open your mouth with his tongue, swapping salvia with you before he starts to thrust upwards— your dripping cunt leaking all over his grey sweats. “dreamt of ya, seein’ you like this on my dick— fuck baby, s’much better than in my fuckin’ head. gonna let me make you cum, sweet girl? shit, need’ya to let me make you cum baby,”

you nod your lips push into a needy pout, so fucking cutely and it’s all for fucking him. all of it is for him. “wi-will you show me, suki?” you mumble with wanton, arching your back for him. large palms dance to your ass, gripping the flesh harshly before katsuki starts to push and you across his lap, desperate to see what faces you’ll make for him when you do reach your high. “will you show me what you did to me in your dreams?”

“‘course i will baby, your suki’s gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, show ya how good it feels’ta hump a fat cock like his, yeah? that what’cha want?” he whispers to you between slots of his mouth against yours, practically fucking it with his tongue to pacify you on top of him. katsuki is searing to the touch, rutting up into you with such vigour that your chest bounces and you jump up with each of his thrusts.

you pull away from bakugou’s swollen lips to bury your face in his neck, kitten like mewls escaping you as he pushes harder and harder on your puffy clit, sliding through your slick folds through your clothes. you latch onto his neck and suck to keep yourself content, pleasure filled tears sticking to your lashes. “mhm, s’what i want suki,” you whine, words muffled by the drool spilling from your mouth—creating a shine against his honey skin.

your best friend squeezes your ass once more, groaning with ruby eyes fluttering shut as he listens to you— his best friend, pleading for him to make her feel good. “suki?,” you ask again, calling his name in that heavenly way and desperately humping his cock.

he opens his eyes, dark smirk crossing his lips before grabbing your cheeks. “don’chu worry baby, anything ya ask suki for, yer gonna get. ‘m gonna make you see fuckin’ stars.” bakugou murmurs into the shell of your ear, punctuating his words with a sinful roll of his hips.