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for @sasualblxd because i cannot for the life of me figure out how to send it

can someone please find me the fic of you bad mouthing yourself and bakugou goes over each part of your body and why he loves it and then makes you feel good when he gets to the more intimate parts?? please please pleaaaasee

i will have a late valentine’s day fic put by friday, it’s been really hard for me to write but i really want to do this so i’m holding myself to it and if i don’t then someone can literally delete my acc

can anyone help me find the fic where you are at bogs band practice and you’re bored because everyone went out to lunch and he makes you come over and ride him please please please

i fucking hate everything. i just want to be happy but somehow i’m never allowed to be. and i always console everyone else but no one listens to me it’s so exhausting

good fucking lord

Thinking about how addicted to your pussy Katsuki gets. Just needs to be in you all the time. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. You’ll feel his warm hand slide up your thigh while you’re out to dinner with Kirishima and Mina, his large fingers teasing your clit over your panties before pulling them to the side and sliding them deep inside you, pumping them in and out of your heat. You sit there struggling to keep your moans in while he nonchalantly looks over the menu.

You’ll walk in the door from work barely getting the words out that you’re home before his figure appears in front of you capturing your mouth in a hot kiss. He pushes you up against the wall and drops to his knees, roughly pushing your tight pencil skirt up over your hips. “Been thinkin’ about this sweet cunt all damn day.” he tugs your underwear down to your ankles, before grabbing your leg and draping it across his shoulder, your stiletto heel scraping along his back as he literally dives into your pussy. Licking a long, wet stripe up from your already clenching hole to your clit. He alternates between kitten licks and pulsing sucks while his crimson eyes focus on how you’re already arching your back, pushing your hips off the wall, begging him for more. Normally he’d let his sadistic side take over and tease you till you’re shaking, crying, dripping- but the need he has to bury his tongue deep inside you is all-consuming. The next thing you know you’re on your back on the sofa, his face buried between your thighs, tongue plunging inside you. You raise up on your elbows so you can watch him fuck you on his tongue. He eats you like a man starved; his eyes roll back in his head as he moans into your cunt.

When you’re lying in bed, he’ll want you to just cockwarm him. He’ll beg you to let him stick it in. Your back is against his chest as he starts to leave hot open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder and up your neck before you hear his deep voice in your ear “You just feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart. Always so warm and wet for me. Please? Promise that’s all I want. Just to feel you wrapped around my dick”.

So of course, you let him, he pulls your panties to the side and slides his hard cock inside your velvety walls. Thanking you for being such a good fucking girl for him. Telling you how good you feel. How perfect your pussy is. How he wants to be buried inside you forever. You can’t help but moan and push back against him until every inch is inside you. “Fuck. Never met a bitch with such a needy fuckin' cunt, you know that?” he rasps. “Told ya all I wanted was for you to warm my cock for me. That’s not enough for you though, huh?". His fingers find their way to your lips, and you suck them into your mouth swirling your tongue around them as he continues speaking filth into your ear. You feel his cock twitch inside you the sloppier you get until he’s fucking your throat with his fingers. Making you gag while your pussy pulses and flutters around him.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to stuff you full of my cum? That what you want?” He pulls his fingers from your throat and stuffs them inside your pussy. The added stretch of them makes you see stars. “Please Katsuki.” You pout. “Please move. I need you. Wanna cum around your fat cock. Please.”. His free hand squeezes around your throat as he starts to draw his hips back, painstakingly slow. You can feel him smirk against you as he presses another kiss to your neck. “You're so fuckin’ cute when you beg. I'll give it to you, princess. Don't worry. Gunna make you cum so hard your vision goes black."

ANYWAYSSSSS 🥴😬

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.

Teaching Katsuki how to fuck you.

He's so used to seeing wham and bam in porn. And foreplay went over his head but he loved having his face between your legs and making you cum again and again until you twitched and whined.

But now it's different.

He's enamoured by the way you meet his thrusts, pushing for missionary when he's so used to seeing a girl taken from behind. He's used to fucking fast, shallow thrusts that do nothing for you and he's so taken back when your hands push against his large chest.

Eyes widening when you widen your legs, your hands reaching down to his muscled ass and almost moving him yourself. He can feel his dick push into you ever so slowly, the way your body opens for him and he can feel you twitch around him. He accidentally grinds on your clit when he's seated fully and he grins when you gasp and ask him to keep going. Soon his thrusts are slow and deep, pulling all the way out before pushing back in again. Each one knocking you a little higher up the bed, the air from your lungs and his hips right against yours.

Being a Pro-Hero has meant Bakugou hasn’t had the time to form romantic relationships or even have one-night stands or meaningless sex because work has always come first. That’s not to say that he hasn’t ever had urges, and those late night lewd searches are what’s given him the little experience he has today. The videos he watched with his cock in his fist as the girls screamed for the guys to go “harder, faster, deeper”

So that’s what he does.

He’s trying to remember the porn videos he’s been watching for years, the movements and the positions that had the women crying out in pleasure as they gushed around their cocks. So he’s emulating it, rough hands moving you into your knees as though you weigh nothing as he slides into you from behind.

And it feels good for both of you, he hears the pretty moan that slips from your lips as you feel him bottom out. The slight roll of your hips as you search for friction as he starts his rough pace, fingertips dipping into the plush skin of your ass as he pulls you apart to watch his cock disappear inside your sloppy pussy.

But it’s not the same as porn— he can’t see your lips parted or your eyes rolling. Even though the view behind is perfect he wants more. He’s pulling out and flipping you over as he pressed into you, already missing your warmth. But the same rough pace doesn’t work in this position, it almost hurts as the blunt tip of his cock bruises your cervix with each rough thrust.

There’s no real rhythm or movement, just Bakugou pistoning his hips forward and almost fucking you up towards the headboard. The sweat is beading at his brows from how hard and fast he’s moving, blond wispy hairs sticking to his forehead as he does nothing to angle his hips or direct his thrusts.

He doesn’t think anything of it when you slide your hands down his back to find purchase on his ass, squeezing the cheeks beneath your fingers as you begin to press down on him. Already changing his position as you cry out in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you feel the bulging meat of him grind against that spot inside you. Your tight walls clench around him and Bakugou curses through his teeth at the sensation.

“Fuck—“ You feel so good, his arms quiver as he almost gives way to collapse on top of you.

“Right there, Katsuki.” You coo, your hands guiding him with his ass as you get him to grind against you instead of just thrusting forward and you can feel the difference.

The thick hairs at the base of his cock catch your clit and your legs are spasming on either side of his hips, squeezing him tighter as your nails dig into the skin of his ass. Leaving reddish welts in their wake as Bakugou groans, his warm breath fanning your face.

“There?” He asks tentatively, inquisitively as he gives an experimental thrust forward. Knocking against that same spot that has you crying out in satisfaction.

“Yeah, fuck yes. Right there—” You pant as he moves down onto his forearms, his chest pressed against yours as your sweaty skin sticks together in a comforting way.

Bakugou continues to focus on the same spot, eyes watching for your reaction as you continue moaning and writhing beneath him. In the few times you’d had sex before this you’d never looked this hot, this blissful. You feel like you can’t breathe as Bakugou steals the air from your lungs, crying out as you’re hit by the sudden waves of your orgasm. The sensation has you gripping onto his fat cock and leaving creamy rings around the base that only serve to send him hurtling into his own release.

He never knew sex could feel this good, and he’d barely even thrust into you.

A few nights later he’d smirking into his beer when he hears Denki bragging about how hard he fucked a random fan and made her cum because of that one move he saw in the porn video Sero had sent in the groupchat. Now fully aware that there are certain things porn definitely can’t teach you.

i actually fucking hate life 😁

nahh

my heart hurts

mm no but it’s okay

my heart hurts

my heart hurts

this is so adorable 🥺 i want to be loved like this

Kaminari watched with a quirked brow as you walked straight into the common room and plopped right down next to Bakugou, who opened his arm to allow you to curl into his side.

Sure, it amazed him that Bakugou even had the means to score a partner, let alone one would could just come in and plop next to him, interrupting whatever game he was playing on his switch, but…

Kaminari was moreso interested in whatever you two were doing than thinking about the other complexities of your relationship.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asks, his nose burying in your hair.

“Hngg.”

Bleach blonde eyebrows furrow in frustration, “you do realize it’s almost 10 pm, right? I’m not doing that.”

“Mmmnn!” You push your head against his shoulder, and he snarls at you.

“Don’t you ‘mmmnn’ me! It’s fuckin’ dark out.”

“Do you have any lick of a clue what the hell is going on?” Kaminari whispers, a hand covering his mouth in an attempt to keep his question between himself and Kirishima. Kirishima tips his head as he watches you and Bakugou… talk? to each other on the loveseat just feet away.

“Honestly man,” the redhead sighs, tipping his head in thought. “No idea.”

“You want Aizawa to kill me?” Bakugou mumbles, gently rubbing your arm with his thumb. “Dumbass. Because he will.”

“Hmph..”

“Yeah, I should’ve expected you to say that.”

“Say what?” Kaminari whispers, the pitch turning into a whine, gentle fingers tugging at Kirishima’s tee-shirt. Kirishima shrugs and continues to watch the… conversation.

“Come on,” Bakugou pleads, “can’t I just give you some of my chips? I’ll take ya to get some snacks tomorrow, I promise-“

“Mmmmnnnn…”

Bakugou groans and tips his head back, blinking up at the ceiling as if trying to work up some strength. “Hey, idiots,” he grumbles, making the two of his friends tense up in fear; Kaminari visibly trembles, he hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, he just really wanted to know if you were okay-

“What time does that stupid convenience store close for the night?” The blonde asks, and Kirishima watches as your lips, peeking from Bakugou’s neck, curl up into a smile.

Kirishima shrugs, “I… think they’re 24 hours. Or at least open until real late. I think they stop making food at 1 am though.”

Bakugou groans. Kaminari sees you stifle your giggles, your fingers curling on his shirt. You grunt again, and Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Fucking- fine.” He turns back to his friends with a snarled lip. “You dickheads want anything?”

“Uh…” Kaminari begins. “I’ll… take a strawberry juice, if you’re offering.”

“I’m not, but my insignificant other is.”

Kirishima chuckles, “I’ll take an egg roll. Thanks man.”

Bakugou gives a subtle nod and turns his head back down to you, “you’re coming with me-“

“Mmmnnnn…”

“Oh hell no!” He barks. “If I go down, you’re coming with me, you shitfuck!”

Once again, you laugh into his neck, and even if kaminari and kirishima don’t understand the dynamic, it feels good to see Bakugou smirk in your hair and nuzzle into you.

“Mmmuvyounnn.”

“Yeah yeah… love you, too, or something.”

my tummy hurts

i’m sick and daydreaming

“what’s wrong with you?”

you groan, pressing your head back into the pillow. you’d dragged it into the living room to make yourself a makeshift bed on the couch while you waited for bakugou to get home.

“don’t feel good,” you mumble quietly. your eyes are closed, but you can feel him glaring at you from his spot near the door.

a second passes and you flinch when you feel a rough hand press into your forehead—then both cheeks, your temples, your neck. you’d smile at his doting if you didn’t feel so awful.

“what doesn’t feel good?”

“stomach hurts…my head too. feel really tired.”

“fuckin’ idiot,” he snaps, but there’s no heat to it as he brushes your hair out of your face that’s just a little sweaty, “what’d you stay up for me for then?”

Keep reading

i want a car

word count: 8.3K

paring: Bakugou x fReader

warning(s): oral(f! receiving), dirty talk, tit worship, slow soft sex that turns to rough sex, breeding, creampie. I think that's it, sex after a confession always leads to good fluffy sexy stuff.

authors note: well, this took longer than I was hoping for so I do hope it was worth the wait! I don't typically write Bakugou as I am never confident I can do him justice, but I do know how much everyone loves him (and I too find the dork just a lot of fun) - so to my Bakugou stans I hope I did good enough and I hope you all enjoy a surprisingly long fic of our favorite gremlin~🔮

You had meant to move about a month ago; you had gone through the whole process of finding the right apartment that fits your budget, was in a decent neighborhood, and was close enough to both yours and your friend's place of work. All that effort, months of it, was supposed to accumulate into one big celebratory day where you both moved all your things into your new home.

However, your family had other ideas. And thus, you were a helpless passenger flying between family members as they took their sweet time to say goodbye to you; unable to stop them from milking the melodramatics of your moving to a city so far away for who knows how long.

And your poor friend, who technically now was your roommate, had to move all her things by herself. To settle into a new place, routine, and life in a city also foreign to her, on her own. It was not the plan, but then again when did anything go according to plan for the pair of you? Despite her reassurance otherwise, you still felt awful about your false start.

But it wasn’t all bad. Your family gave you plenty of gifts to help kickstart your new adventure, items that would be more than helpful for living on your own and away from family and their abundance of resources. And your friend became quite friendly with the new neighbor.

Their meet-cute was something you missed while you were away visiting family. How he seemed to come to her rescue while she was struggling to get all her boxes up the four flights of stairs to the apartment - and of course, there was no elevator in the old building - how polite he was, how adamant that he help her out, how strong he was. All of it was something she gushed about to you on the phone that night, and you couldn’t help but giggle along with her.

Of course, it didn’t stop there. It seemed every day that led up to you finally moving into that place with your friend, she was on the phone with you talking about another encounter she had with the new neighbor. How he helped her bring her groceries up, helped her with building some of the new furniture sets you both bought, how he would come by to ensure she was okay - everything and anything. You knew basically all there was to know about the man before your friend even let you know his name.

Though you could understand why.

Kirishima Eijirou was a pro-hero after all, and despite being the friendliest one out there, he did want to uphold a semblance of privacy. It was only a few days before you moved in that you both found out his name and occupation; it was a bit of a surprise, but neither you or your roommate would blab about him to the media. After all, you were neighbors. If his privacy was to be infringed upon, yours would be too.

Besides, you didn't want to ruin the budding relationship that was forming between the two of them. If the media got involved, it would be ruined before it started.  So, you had no problem keeping your lips sealed tightly about it all.

You finally did meet Kirishima when you stumbled up the seemingly endless flights of stairs with your roommate, with the many boxes of your stuff. And you had to admit he was one of the sweetest, most infectiously friendly, men you had ever met in your life - and unlike your roommate, you took full advantage of the help he offered.

From there you got to enjoy the new bliss that was this adventure. Setting up your bedroom; adding decorations to the shared spaces; going grocery shopping for the foods you liked; and the overall fun you found, being in each other's company. This new routine was built of comfort, not the chaos you were previously used to; one you were happy to come home to. Though, that being said, you could never really find time to go out or socialize with your friend - at least not one-on-one anymore.

Kirishima was usually always there, greeting you with that same cheery smile whenever you emerged from your room in the morning to start your day. Whenever you came home from an errand or work, there he was on your couch cuddled up with your roommate. When you answered the door, there he was, greeting you with the same amiable demeanor.  You always returned the smile, always gave happy greetings back - again he was a nice guy - but after a few weeks of seeing him constantly, of becoming the (unwilling) third wheel to this honied new romance with your friend, it started to wear thin.

Bakugou could say the same.

All Kirishima could talk about was his new girlfriend. Bakugou couldn’t even begin to count the number of times he heard of their ‘chance encounter’ as if chance had anything to do with it - they lived next door. Their meeting each other was bound to happen, one way or another. And he couldn’t even begin to count the number of times the plans he made with his best friend were called off last minute for this girl.

It’s not like he wasn’t happy for Kirishima. He was glad to hear that after the hustle and grind that comes from their line of work, his best friend had finally started to date again. The pain caused by lack of privacy, and by lack of time to spend on romance or new relationships, in general, was no small thing. Bakugou knew that pain better than anyone… but this borderline obsessive, lurid behaviour Kirishima had towards his newfound relationship was starting to rub him the wrong way - the puppy love of it all made Bakugou want to gag.

And his best friend's new girlfriend had the worst roommate - bar none.

Bakugou could recall the awful encounter vividly. It was a Friday afternoon. He was on his way to start his evening patrol, walking over to Kirishima’s place as the redhead was to join him. But of course, Kirishima was not there, or at least he was not answering the door. After minutes of pounding and yelling, Bakugou figured the bastard was where he always was, at his girlfriend’s place. Stomping his way over, he barely had a chance to properly knock on the door before you swung it open - the look of utter annoyance and anger in your eyes as you looked up at him was something he would never forget.

“He’s not here.” That was all you said before slamming the door in his face.

Bakugou was never before left so stunned or speechless, at least not by an every day, quirkless, person, and he didn’t like it if the intentional stomping of his heavy boots and the huffing chest was anything to go by. Both Kirishima and his girlfriend got an earful about it when he finally managed to find them.

And to make matters worse, the next time he was to hang out at Kirishima’s place - to relax and unwind with a boy's night out - you were there. What was supposed to be a night getting drinks and letting go of all the stresses of their job turned into a movie night in - as that is what his girlfriend and you had planned, and Kirishima, unsurprisingly, wanted to join - forgoing the original plan, as if it was nothing. Bakugou visibly fumed in the doorway as he debated whether or not to join - with Kirishima convincing him of the latter.

And there he was, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from you, as the large single-use chair he wanted to sit in was occupied by Kirishima and his girlfriend. Bakugou truly wondered if he could resent his friend more than he did at that moment as he stared blankly at the screen before him - not bothering to even pay attention to the movie he was so rudely coerced into seeing. 

As the night neared its end, though, so did the height of that resentment. He watched from the corner of his eye as you scooted yourself a little closer to him; eyes shy and unsure as you gazed at his profile - Bakugou couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow in interest, eyes shifting to you and making you pause your movements.

“I want to apologize for the other day…” your tone was begrudging, he remembered that, as you began to explain your horrible behaviour when you both first met. How you had the worst headache and couldn’t get out of work, and the noise he was making caused you to snap. Bakugou simply shrugged his shoulders in acknowledgment after you were done, but that was all before his eyes moved back to the screen; yours followed suit after another beat with a nod of your head.

You thought maybe he had ignored your apology, given the dismissive way he regarded it, and you could not fault him for that. Nor could you fault his attitude towards you and the situation he was in that night, it was clear he had not wanted to waste his time watching a stupid movie a random stranger had picked out - you certainly didn’t want to if you had the choice. So, you simply chalked it up to him having a rough day and not wanting to deal with you and your silly excuses for your shitty behaviour.

But after that day, whenever he would be looking for Kirishima, you could barely hear his gently rapping at your door or the heavy boots as they walked across the hallway - a far cry from your first encounter.

In fact, most of your interactions with Bakugou were a light year from the initial two you had with him. You knew who he was, it was hard to ignore when his face was almost always plastered in the news or on screens in the city, and given what you could tell he was a bit brutish - standoffish and quick to anger - very much like how he was when you first had the pleasure of meeting him. It was supposedly a part of his charm, but you found nothing charming about it, that was until you extended that olive branch with your apology. The way he spoke to you after that, the softer tone - one that was almost hushed - always surprised you; it almost didn’t fit who he was but somehow you still liked it. You knew he did it because he was worried he might aggravate you, and your possible headache, further but it was the courteousness that made you start to warm up to him.

And Bakugou could say the same. He didn’t want to admit it, but you were fairly sweet - always apologizing when you would have to tell him his friend wasn’t there and giving him a fairly wise suggestion on where they might be; your tone and demeanor soft, always catching him off guard; as every time he knocked on your door he was expecting an incensed tone. And your eyes… Bakugou had always expected them to look cruel, to have the sharp hue they previously had when he first gazed into them. He was always surprised by how gentle they were, looking up at him. They continuously ambushed and captivated him, and he couldn’t stand it. He hated how pretty they were.

And it all just got worse from there.

At least that was how Bakugou saw it at first. He knew you probably did too, given the exhausted, almost fed-up expression you’d share with him whenever the pair of you crossed paths once more, in some shape or form, by the lovestruck pair. 

“I suppose misery loves company, and evidently, we seem to be her favourite kind.” you would murmur to him, in a mirthful tone, with a shrug of your shoulders before diverging paths in a fruitless, and endless, search to find - and subsequently, make sense of, - those lovesick two you call your closest friends. It wasn’t long before you found yourselves being dragged along on all the errands and lunches they had planned; being a forced pair to endure and join in on an afternoon or evening out for whatever they had planned.

“I don’t understand, why do they feel the need to invite us?” You would ask him, voice hushed as you both would walk a few steps behind them to avoid any ire from your complaining.

“As if I would know.” Bakugou scoffed, his ever-present scowl being turned in your direction “Not like I want to spend my free time here being a third party to their lovely bullshit.”

“Fourth party, I was here first” Your quick response would make his scowl soften, as you would smirk up at him; though it was only ever briefly as his gaze always made you shy “Maybe that’s why…”

“Why what?”

“Why they drag us along.” 

“Care to explain?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowing as he regarded your shrugging shoulders.

“You haven’t figured it out? And here I thought you were smart!” 

“You fucking brat.” Bakugou couldn’t help but playfully shove you away, a smile forming on his face as your soft giggles filled the air as you stumbled about to try and regain your footing “Come on, out with it.”

“I think the reason….” You began, trying to keep your voice down once more to avoid suspicion. “I think the reason they drag us along is that they feel bad. It sucks when you're alone around a couple, but it's more tolerable when there is someone else in the same shoes as you.”

“I mean, yeah sure… but why not just leave us alone? Why invite us in the first place?” he asked, eyes fixated on the couple ahead of him as they started to make their way into a popular café; the destination of this trip. 

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“I guess, misery loves company. And we’re her favourite kind of company” Bakugou shrugged in a manner that was mimicking you.

“Oh, so you do listen to what I say!” You mocked, as you began to walk across the threshold of the café through the door Bakugou had opened “And here I thought nothing I said got through that thick skull of yours.”

Your giggles filled the air again as you felt his hand push at your shoulder causing your feet, and stride, to stumble as you tried once more to regain your balance - his herculean body shoving you away effectively stopping you from entering the café. The adrenaline rush of falling made your laughter even louder when you landed on the pavement; whether you were injured you couldn’t tell, you were too preoccupied at laughing at the man who had now closed to café door on you, watching through the glass as he muttered, with a smile, that you were a ‘fucking brat’.

~

Double dates, would be the most appropriate word for what followed, but you were always hushed and told differently when you would bring that word into play.

“I just want to see you get out of the house, to have some fun!” is what your roommate would defend with each time you griped and groaned at her for being forced into another ‘activity’

“You know, it would be nicer if it was just the two of us,” You’d shoot back, eyes glued to whatever task you were currently doing, knowing her puppy eyes were a weakness of yours. “Kirishima doesn’t always have to be there.”

“But he’s always so busy with his work!” She would pout, using that to her advantage as well, “It’s the only time I get with him! Please? You know how hard it is to find time with the both of you! Can’t you just come along, this will be the last time, I promise!”

She always said that. Always promised that this would be the last time you would be dragged along on another ‘outing’ that they had planned; last time she - they - would combine the need to hang out with a friend and go on a date. You would always sigh and agree to join, despite knowing the truth of the matter at hand, because…. well, she was right. Trying to find time to spare for both your social and romantic lives was difficult when you had to spend most of your time working so you could stay financially afloat.

Besides, you always had company. And Bakugou was slowly starting to prove to be your favourite kind of company.

He made being dragged along from event to event more tolerable. Whether that be having to help pick apples in a local orchard, or having to be a part of the standard photoshoot which followed, Bakugou made everything bearable. You couldn’t help but enjoy his snapbacks at Kirishima when being told to look or pose a certain way. His pained smile in every photo taken made you laugh so hard you could barely breathe.

Hiking and going to Farmer’s markets were tolerable too; you weren’t surprised that Bakugou was good at going uphill in uneven terrain; he was a prohero after all. But you were surprised, and grateful, at how good of a guide he was - always taking the lead so he could warn you of any possibilities to get hurt; lending a hand when needed without any sort of ire or condescension. And Sunday morning market runs turned into less of a chore when being guided to the best stalls, having someone hand pick the best items there, and having them use their fame to get you the best prices.

Traversing the many museums your roommate wanted to go to became quite the respite. Though you were perfectly fine splitting from the lovebirds and exploring on your own, it was nice to have a presence beside you; and you couldn’t deny how surprised you were whenever Bokugou would share with you a fact he knew about many of the exhibits you crossed.

And of course, traveling miles to see the country's largest aquarium was a real treat; one you suspected was a way for your roommate to apologize for always being dragged along to do the things she wanted to do. How you clung to her arm the whole time and dragged her (and the party) excitedly along to each giant tank to point out every marine animal that was housed there - rambling on and on about all you knew. And Bakugou, though he would tease that you were acting like a child, enjoyed seeing the way your face lit up again and again as you rambled on without a care; grateful you were never looking his direction, not knowing if he could live with the embarrassment of you seeing him look at you so softly.

Despite the forced proximity, you found a lot of enjoyment in spending your free time with that hotheaded man. And Bakugou could only agree that you made all these pointless so-called adventures convivial and worth giving interest to.

And those movie nights? The ones which were originally the bane of Bakugou’s existence? He found himself enjoying them the longer he stayed in your semi-forced company. He liked your commentary. He wanted to hear the little facts and details you’d point out as you mumbled into the popcorn you were trying to eat. He especially liked all the quick and smart jokes you would make on the more terrible movies that were chosen, knowing that his evening would actually be entertaining rather than tremendously painful to sit through. Over time, he longed to have you sit closer to him, to have you move from where you always sat at the other end of the plush couch to be right by his side. He yearned to feel your warmth against him, to hear what your whispers would sound like in his ear.

It was right where you belonged. That’s what he thought every time you would lean closer to him in some form or another; whether it was to move out of others' way, or to inform him of whatever thought crossed your mind. It’s where he wanted you to be.

Bakugou didn’t want to admit it, but he knew there was no way to deny it or try and convince himself otherwise, that he was starting to fall in love - or at least as close to love as he had ever experienced before - with you; that what started as him resentfully having to be around you morphed into something he was excited for; something he genuinely longed for.

But of course, his luck in romance was never as strong as it was everywhere else. And that unluckiness took, in this case, the form of his other prohero friends.

It was at the New Year's Party that they all held every year, a small get-together of close friends to celebrate another year together, and this year was Bakugou’s turn to host. And of course, Kirishima was going to bring his girlfriend; everyone was super excited after all to meet her. And Bakugou was hoping, though he would never admit it or ask, that you would be there too.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes lit up when you saw your figure enter his apartment, following behind the couple you came with; as you exclaimed a “Happy New Year!” towards him and the group your eyes were greeted with.

And he couldn’t help the way he bit his lip as his eyes raked over your figure. The outfit you were in, though it was cute - and in line with how you normally dressed - was a little more risque than normal; and he couldn’t help but wonder, all the blood in his body turning hot over the thought of, if you did it for him.

But things started to fall apart when Kaminari and Sero introduced themselves. You spent the whole night giggling and joking with them as if they were old friends. It was something that took Bakugou months to achieve, and yet, somehow, the pair managed to coax all of that out of you so easily. And your attitude, your presentation, was so unlike how you were with him. You were more demure than Bakugou had ever before witnessed. He’d never seen you act so shy, all bashful and blushing. It made his heart hurt and his blood to boil in anger as he watched it all, his whole night ruined by seemingly harmless interactions.

After that, both men started joining you whenever there was an outing - suddenly tables at restaurants were seating six instead of four. And his beloved movie nights, the one time and the chance he had you to himself - to be the only one so close to you -  were infiltrated with two extra bodies that sandwiched themselves between him and you.

He hated how endearing, and appealing, they were; and how it was working on you so effectively. Bakugou wasn’t a stranger to their lovable personalities - they were his closest friends for a reason. It was just, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to make you smile like that, to make and hear you giggle that obnoxious but cute giggle, to tuck your hair behind your ear and have you be unable to look him in the eye after, to have you fall asleep against him whenever the movie nights ran too long. All of it, he wanted to do all of it with you.

But he figured, maybe, he wasn’t the right man. 

Perhaps you were looking for someone more like Kaminari, who was spontaneous, adventurous, and fun-loving; who would take you on endless surprise dates, and have you guess on where it might be - always having it end up being the most fun you ever had. Someone to continuously, unabashedly fawn over you, and make you laugh at the dumbest things.

Or, maybe someone like Sero, who was so effortlessly charming no matter what he did. A partner who can make you both smile so brightly and have a blush burning your cheeks with one simple word. Someone who could make you feel like the most special person in the world with just a touch, who could pull you into a dance at just the right moment. 

Why would you ever want him? The loud, angry, brutish hero everyone saw him as?

Bakugou started to pull away. To slowly stop being a part of the so-called ‘outings’, or helping with errands, or coming by on movie nights. He began to focus all his attention back on his hero work like he did before he met you, to divert all of his time, energy, and focus back on his goal of becoming the best hero he could be, to attempt to erase you and the thoughts of domestic content out of his mind. To try and avoid you at all costs, to spare him the heartbreak you inadvertently caused whenever he looked at you. 

But he couldn’t avoid it forever - he knew that - the inevitability that he would need Kirishima, and subsequently have to go on a hunt to find him was always looming in the back of his mind; how it would ultimately lead to you. Bakugou knew the day would come, and it did, it just took longer than expected. He needed to ask Kirishima if he could cover a patrol shift for a hero who called in sick; and though Bakugou would take it in a heartbeat if he could, to avoid the possibility of you, he was off-field duty until he finished the mountains of paperwork from his last mission  - and he ran out of options.

He walked up to your door, that familiar off-white he had grown used to seeing, and made sure to rapt as gently as he could - like he always had - for your sake, as he waited for an answer; his breath caught in his throat, almost suffocating on the air from the awkward nerves that consumed him which came from showing his face after so long.

“Please don’t let her answer, please not her, please….” he pleaded like a mantra in his mind, but of course it was you, answering the door and greeting him with your usually soft surprise and beautiful eyes.

“Hi stranger, you just missed him.” You mumbled out, body leaning onto the open door you were half hiding behind “He left in a hurry, something about going on patrol to fill for another hero or…. Yeah”

There was a pause, and Bakugou knew you left it for him; knew that you wanted him to say something like a ‘thank you’ or ‘see you later’ or an acknowledgment of his lack of presence, lately. Instead, he began to turn away from you, unable to say anything, or be confronted any longer by your wide, sad eyes. 

“It’s been a while… “ You mumbled, starting the conversation again, not wanting him to leave, “You know… since I last saw you.”

“Yeah, been busy.” Bakugou shrugged, trying to play nonchalant, as he stepped away from your door.

“W-well-!” You blurted, your loud tone startling not only you but Bakugou, causing your head to bow sheepishly  “I-if you’re not busy or anything…. would you, um, like to come and join me for a movie?”

“A movie?” Bakugou asked, a smile briefly twitching on his lips over your behavior and invitation.

“Well, yeah. It’s Friday and normally everyone is either here or at Kiri’s for our usual movie night, but tonight it’s just me. And… and…. I-I’m really hoping you’ll join me…”

You were fiddling with your fingers, a nervous habit you had when you were unsure of something, or wanted something you didn’t know if the other person would want too. And how was Bakugou supposed to say no to that?

“What movie?” He grumbled, trying his best not to be affected by the bright smile that overtook your face as he further pushed through your door to enter your apartment.

“I-I haven’t picked yet, don’t really know what kind of mood I’m in, ya know? You, um, can choose what you like!” The last bit of your sentence was harder to hear as you went into the kitchen to get some more snacks and another drink for your newfound company.

“Where is everyone?” Bakugou asked, plopping down on your couch, as he began to fuss with your remote, and its less-than-responsive connection to your TV, to boot up your streaming service.

“Well… my roomie is out of town to visit her family; it’s her mom’s birthday.” You gave a smile as you began to set the items in your down on your small coffee table.

“What about Sero and Kaminari?”

You paused your motions for a brief moment, not expecting them to be brought up before you shrugged “I’m not sure, I haven’t really seen them much lately either - probably scared them off, you know how I get some days.”

“You’re not that bad.” Bakugou scoffs, trying his best not to be affected by your mirthful smile “What kind of movie do you want? Good or bad?” 

“Uh… a bad one. It's been a tough week and I could use a laugh” You smiled before settling in on the couch beside him and handing him a drink; a bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap.

The silence settled over you both as the movie began to play; the sounds of its action and dialogue broken only by whenever you decided to share some of your commentary on the plot, and tell your jokes, varying degrees of laughs over it all. Before long, Bakugou couldn’t help but join in; as if the month spent apart never happened, and you both fell back into that blissful comfort you had built up, enjoyed, and so grieved in its absence. 

“I missed you.” You whispered out as the movie’s credits began to wash over the screen; it was so faint, yet Bakugou heard it like thunder in his ears, as his bewildered eyes fell on you.

“What?”

“I missed you. Things aren’t really the same, or as fun without you around…” You mumbled a little louder, unable to bring yourself to look at him during your confession; the silence returned, falling upon you, much like the night you first apologized to him - it crushed and consumed you as it did then, causing you to change the subject.

“You wanna watch another one?” You leaned forward to grab the remote, passing it over to him “Cause we can! You can put on one of your favourites, I know you’ve been trying to show some of them to me for a while.”

“Sure.” was all he could muster as he grabbed the control to play yet another movie. Trying his best to not be affected by the leaning of your body into his side once the opening scene began to play.

There was less talking this time, Bakugou knew it was because you were sheepish over your little confession, and his lack of response to it, and just wanted to hide. And he just didn’t know what to say, was never good at easing situations like these. Though after a while the silence became more palatable as you both gazed at the screen ahead. Though that tentative peace was disrupted when your arms snaked between his arm to encase it in a weird sort of hug.

“H-hey!” He didn’t mean to jump, or try and pull away at what you did, but he couldn’t help but be startled by it “What’s this all about, huh?”

“N-nothing, I’m sorry, I’ll just stop…” you began pulling away, and though you tried hard to mask it, the warble in your voice still came through.

“Don’t stop.” Bakugou spoke firmly, fully turning towards you and holding your shoulders to keep you in place so you could hide or run from him “Just tell me why you’re acting like this. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong!” You began, the tears in your eyes welling and blurring your vision “I just really really missed you, okay?”

“No, not okay! Why are you crying, I doubt you missed me so much over that.”

“I’m… I’m worried you don’t like me anymore… that I did something to make you hate me.”

“I’m not mad at you” Bakugou sighed, shoulders losing all tension as he gazes down at you “Or hate you. Just really busy with hero work right now.”

“That’s not true,” you sniffled, though the firmness in your voice and the stern look in your eyes as you gazed back at him, caused him to almost flinch “That’s not true, and you know it. Hero work didn’t make you suddenly get up and leave one day, didn’t make you just stop wanting to be around me, or talk to me. So, why did you?”

“Because… because… I… I just…” Bakugou began, trying to find the right words but unable to get his tongue to form any of them.

“Bakugou, please, just be honest with me!” You exclaimed, eyes pleading with him to just say anything, trying to push away from him in your anger, but to no avail; his grip on your shoulders just got stronger.

“I like you okay!” He finally managed to blurt out “But of course, you didn’t notice with stupid fucking Kanimari and Sero taking all of your goddamn time lately! And how they began hogging you, how was I supposed to react, huh? Was I supposed to be okay with them being so fucking friendly? To have them make you smile and laugh that stupid laugh yah have and make yah so fucking happy when that’s all I wanted to do! I like yah a lot, but I figured with all of this it meant you didn’t like me back, so I just fucking went away, okay?

“You’re such an idiot.” You whispered after an almost stunned pause, shaking your head as you gazed at him, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly while he tried to regain his breath.

A giggle bubbled up your throat as you bit your lip to hide the smile crossing your face, eyes still glued to the clueless man in front of you; watching as his brows began to furrow even further in anger over your response. He never did get to voice a syllable of his anger before your lips pressed to his, your hands coming to cup the side of his face to pull him a little closer - a little deeper - into the kiss.

You pulled away far too quickly for Bakugou’s liking as his lips tried to follow yours; you giggled again at him, and he finally opened his eyes to look down at you, his smile mirroring your own when you whispered out “I like you too.”

This time, he kissed you, his smile could be felt against your lips at your confession; overjoyed that his feelings were actually reciprocated. It didn’t take long before the movie was forgotten over the mutual want, and need, to make up for the lost time. Bakugou quickly took control; tilting your head back, cradling your neck, and keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss - taking the lead and dominating it with a satisfied hum.

And how quickly those soft, sweet kisses, with little giggles and murmurs of sweet nothings in between when your lips parted, turned into something headier; heavier as the two of you grew louder. The smacking and sucking of lips as they continuously connected felt frantic as the minutes passed like nothing, saliva coating your chins as you both refused to part - to catch even one breath. Your hands wandered down his chest, pulling him by the soft cotton fabric of his t-shirt to hover over you as you shifted to lay fully down on the soft cushions.

The change in position is what finally snapped Bakugou back into reality, out of his spell your soft lips had lured him into, as he finally pulled away from the kiss; tugging your hair gently to stop you from trying to chase after another as he did his best to dull the burning ache in his lungs.

You weren’t making it easy for him though, arching your back to snuggly press your chest to his as you stared up at him with those lust-filled eyes, making his body grow hot and pants tighten as you begged him to “Please don’t stop.”

“You sure you wanna do that, beautiful?” He masked his shaky, broken, breath with a hum and he nudged his nose with yours. “Think you’re ready for all that?”

“Of course, I am.” Your bottom lip sticking out in a pout “More than ready! Please, Katsu?”

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that?” Bakugou sighs out, lips attacking yours once more as his hands move to hike up your legs so his knee can slide, and rest, between them.

The resulting gasp that leaves your lips when you feel his knee press up against your cunt is met with a chuckle as he begins to travel his hot kisses across your cheeks and down your neck; tongue lavishing the smooth skin he finds there, marring it with small nips and sucks as he calloused hands wandered underneath your sweater; your skin jumping at the newfound friction as he slowly began dragging the fabric upwards and off your body.

Your skin erupted in goosebumps when it met the cold air, though you really couldn’t mind when he followed suit, his gloriously chiseled chest - one you knew took years to build - was before your eyes and at your fingertips. Bakugou allowed you a moment to drink it all in, to get your fill, before nudging your curious hands away in favour of resuming the task at hand.

His lips trailed over your newly exposed, supple flesh, down the valley between your breasts, and inhaling the scent of your skin and his rough palms began to roll and squeeze at your mounds through the soft cotton bra you decorated them in.

It all felt so heavenly, and though your heart swelled at the fact, and thought, that he was willing to go slow for your sake, it just wasn’t enough for you, if the small whimpers and wiggling of your hips were any indication. You needed, craved, more of his touch.

“Katsu, please!” You finally whined, body too hot to lay comfortably still or endure this slow torment anymore. “Stop going so slow, I need more!”

Your complaint ended with a strangled cry as you felt his teeth sink harshly into your hardened nipple, the fabric doing nothing to dull the ache.

“Stop whining…” He grumbled out, voice low as his teeth tug once more at the abused bud, before letting it go “Been waiting a long time for this, and I’m gonna do it right, ya hear? So just lay back and let me do what I want.”

You merely let out a whimper and nod in response, his chuckle and mummer of ‘good girl’ going straight to your core and he continued his adoration of your chest; the latches of your bra finally slacking as he removed the only barrier between your sensitive skin and his warm breath. His lavishing turned more aggressive as he began to nibble, kiss, nip, and tug at the supple flesh - leaving his marks wherever he saw fit - with your moans and mewls spurring him on further.

“What did I say?” Bakugou growled, hands shoving your wiggling hips back down onto the couch.

“I can’t help it!” You sob, hands coming up to tug at his hair in frustration “Just wanna feel more of you, wanna feel you inside, please!”

“God, baby,” He groaned, head ducking down against your chest to try and regain the resolve he just lost; shaking his head after a moment, shushing you with a kiss before you could whine once more,  “Not yet… but promise I’ll make you feel good, give you want you want, okay?” 

Without another word, Bakugou swiftly pulled both your sweats and panties down your leg; baring your bottom half to him and the heady air of the room you were in, kissing one of your calves while settling your legs to sit comfortably on his shoulders. His thumb began tracing up and down your wet folds as he marveled at the sight.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby…” He whispered out, his other thumb joining to spread you open further, enjoying the way your thighs jumped as his hair tickled them as he leaned in close for a better look “So, so, pretty.”

He wasted no further time before confidently swiping his tongue up and down your glistening cunt; relishing in the broken moan you let out when his tongue began circling your clit; all restraint leaving him when your hands tugged at his hair as his lips finally wrapped around your little button, sucking mercilessly.

He was utterly filthy with the way he ravished your cunt, the amount of spit he gathered between his mouth and your pussy as he abused your poor clit with onslaughts of tongue flicking, was obscene as his slurping could be heard over everything else in the room as he tried to taste more of your sweet juices. He watched your pretty head thrash from side to side, and listened to you wail as he dragged his tongue up your fluttering hole, just to shove himself deep inside you.

You were losing your mind to the pleasure, your hips unable to stay still as your moans and cries of pleasure were released unabashedly like a mantra to the gods above; nails digging harshly into the pillows nearby and your lover's scalp as you tried desperately to ground yourself, to little avail, as you begged and whined for him to let you cum.

Your sounds were beautiful, and Bakugou couldn’t deny, they were certainly doing something to his ego, but they were also going straight to his cock, twitching and aching for you, uncontrollably. And if he wanted to avoid a noise complaint, and not cum in his pants like a teenager, he had to do something.

“Stop squirming!” Bakugou groaned, pinning your hips once again within his iron grip “Told you to stop it, you brat”

“M’sorry,” you hiccuped, thighs twitching and squirming over the need to gain some of the lost stimulation “I’m… M’just close, wanna cum.”

“You will, baby,” Bakugou hummed, arm stretching across your body to have his fingers tap at your lip “Open wide, and suck on these like a good girl, okay?”

You do so without a word. Lips part to accept two of his thick digits into your waiting mouth; tongue swirling almost instantly as you hollow your cheeks, he could feel the gentle vibrations of your moans when the pads of his fingers pressed down on your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” Bakugou groaned, the sight alone almost made him come undone, as he leaned back down to continue what you so rudely interrupted.

You did as you were told, sucking so diligently on Bakugou's fingers as he continued to push you over the edge; moaning, though muffled, was constant as you tried to maintain a rhythm. - afraid that he might stop again.

Not that Bakugou would. You were driving him wild, and now he wanted nothing more than to make you cum; first on his face, and then on his cock. Talking between breaths about how pretty your pussy is, how good you were, how he’s gonna stretch you open, all while fucking you with his tongue; his sucking and slurping filling the air in between his words. All this while trying to keep his composure from the sight of your debauched face messily sucking his fingers to keep quiet; feeling your drool run down his wrist. 

It didn’t take long. Bakugou’s words, sinful tongue, and moans against your cunt made your eyes roll to the back of your skull, causing you to let out a strangled cry as your toes curled and thighs twitched - doing their best to crush his head as he continued to slurp and suck your cunt; cleaning you up; hands pinching and squeezing at your hips to try to soothe your shaking body.

“You think you’re ready for more, babygirl?” Bakugou asked voice strained as his hands began frantically fumbling with his belt “Ready for me, baby?”

“Y-yes… ah-!” Your cry ended with a small whimper as you felt Bakugou slap the tip of his cock against your puffy clit

“You sure?” He teased, tone mocking your own as he slots his heavy cock between your folds; chuckling at the way your twitching little hole tries to suck him in “Want me to fuck you?”.

“Yes, please! I want you so bad, only want your cock, want it to fill me up, want it so bad, please!” 

“So fucking needy…” Bakugou cursed, slowly pushing his thick cock head into you, gritting his teeth at just how tight you were for him “But so fucking good.”

His hips meet yours with a snap, causing you to cry out as tears cling to your lashes; not used to the feeling of being so full. His hand, still wet with your drool, pinches your cheeks together slightly to force you to look back at him.

“Eyes on me, got it?” He commands, though gentle in tone, waiting for you to nod your head before pulling out to thrust into you again.

His pace is deliberate, thrusting into you slowly, deeply, hitting every spot that makes you see stars; your mind still a little hazy, and body still too sensitive from the most recent orgasm, as your muscles jump and twitch at every drag of his heavy cock as you cling to him. Moaning his name as your nails dig into his back, watery eyes doing their best to stay on him as your face heats in embarrassment and blood rushes to your ears; barely able to hear the groans that pass his bitten red lips.

Bakugou was relishing, savoring, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him, milking him as he watched those tears threaten to fall from your beautiful eyes as you gaze up at him; your hot breath mingling with his own as your lips brushed his with every heavy thrust in, tempting him to lean down to connect them fully.

As heavenly as it was; you need more, more, more.

“Katsuki, more please!” You sighed, pulling him into a brief kiss to entice him further. When your request was met without change; his pace still agonizingly slow, your lips formed that familiar pout. “Come on Katsu, faster! You said you would fuck me!”

“You want me to fuck you, hah?” Bakugou growled, sitting up to push your legs into your chest, not bothering to care that his nails were digging into your skin “I’ll fuck that pretty little cunt until you’re screaming my name until you’re begging me to cum inside you.”

Each of his words was emphasized by a rough thrust of his hips, each drag of his length against your inner walls so perfect, making your eyes flutter and threaten to shut from the intense pleasure. His muscles rippled from the increased speed as his hips met yours, again and again, making sure his pelvis bullied your clit with each forward motion; cock burying itself even deeper inside you and hitting that spongy spot in your aching cunt that made you gush - soaking his coarse pubic hair and making a mess of you both.

Your cries of his name and tears of pleasure were met with mocking whenever you wailed out that it was too much; his rough tone growled at you to, “take his cock, like the good little brat you are.”

“Yeah, you wanted harder, so you fucking take it.” He snarled, pushing your legs even closer to your chest; lifting you higher as his balls pressed firmly against the curve of your ass; cock buried inside you to the hilt as his tip kisses your cervix. “M’gonna fill you up with my cum, n’you’re gonna keep it all in this sloppy pussy, yeah?”

“Y-yeah…” You mumbled with a nod, eyes glossy as your walls twitch around him.

“Good fuckin girl.” 

His grip tightens as his pace picks up to an even more brutish one, heavy cock bullying its way into you to pound that spongy sweet spot to make you gush and squirm for him. He was so close and wanted nothing more than to feel you sweet cunt milk his cock for all it was worth.

Your eyes finally closed due to the surmounting pleasure and pressure in your core; eyes rolling back once more as your nails raked down his back, leaving angry, red lines in their wake, and causing Bakugou to hiss in pain and pleasure. Wailing out his name one final time before cumming, hard; whimpering in overstimulation of the final few thrusts it took before Bakugou finally filled you up.

The weight of Bakugou’s body was comforting as he lay atop you; peppering kisses along your chest and neck as you both tried to recover from such intense pleasure. You pulled his head from your neck to press your lips to his in a final, and much needed, sweet kiss.

“You okay?” Bakugou whispered, eyes scanning her face for any signs of pain or discomfort, singing in relief when you nodded your head.

“Sorry I made us miss the movie” You giggled breathlessly, turning your head to the TV and watching the credits scroll across the screen.

Bakugou smirks, grinding his hips against yours and making you gasp “We can miss another one if you want.”

hims keeping me company

update guys it’s 1 am and i woke up cause i was ABSOLUTELY DYING

my joints hurt

um hockey bkg fics plz🥺🙏🏼

— kiss, kiss baby!

in which Katsuki has an obsession with kissing you.

warnings. kissing, kissing and KISSING. He’s obsessed w your lips.

Just thinking about how katsuki is a simple man with simple wishes.

He wants to kiss you at every second he can.

he doesn’t beat the bush around it either, he doesn’t care if you’re busy, working or doing anything. He will walk towards you in his all tall glory, his biceps almost bulging out of his shirt, his blonde hair messy, his lips wet from his tongue swiping around them as his ruby eyes are set on your figure sitting on the couch as you look at your phone screen.

Katsuki swears that you’re the most gorgeous woman after his mother that he has ever laid his eyes upon, your lips, God he just loves them so much, “babe, put your phone aside.” He groans as he licks his lips again, chewing on the meat with his teeth.

You look up to see your boyfriend sit down right beside you, his hands immediately grab your figure as he pulls you closer, taking your phone away before you can even register his words.

Bakugou is an impatient man, he can be a brat too, not that he’d ever admit that out loud, not even to you,

Maybe he would, but only to you.

Because when it comes to you? Bakugou is helpless, he turns into this affection hungry, clingy boy,

A fucking boy.

“‘Suki?” You question, your E/C eyes glisten with confusion and amusement as you study his expressions.

He looks like a teddy bear right now. Your boyfriend was the epitome of adorable to you.

“I want to kiss you, princess.” He almost begs, his tone being borderline whiny and soft as he looks at you with eagerness in his orbs,

Waiting for your consent.

“Go ahead, baby.”

That’s all he needs to hear before his haves grabs your face and he turns his body to kiss you properly, his lips feel so warm and soft as he breathes into your mouth.

His hot tongue explores your mouth and you let him without fighting for dominance, he’s fast, impatient and needy, his hands travel down to grab your skin, his thumb massaging the skin as he deepens his kiss.

“mmhm,” the man breathes, not giving you a break to catch your break as he closes his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of your lips.

You follow his actions, grabbing his hair and playing with them when Bakugou gently pushes your body on the couch, you’re laying down now as he’s on top of you.

Kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to.

Just like he always does.

BAKUGOU x FEM!READER

♫ ⏯︎ Innerbloom (What So Not Remix) - RÜFÜS DU SOUL

☆IT’S A PARTY! REQUEST EVENT | MASTERLIST

BAKUGOU (BNHA) x WORK PARTY ☆NYE EDITION☆

REQUESTED BY ☆ @i-hate-your-guts-babydoll

LENGTH ☆ 3.2k

CONTAINS ☆ NSFW! Fuck buddy Bkg, mutual pining, office sex, creampie, alcohol mention, dubcon (alcohol), a single ass smack, fingering, light degradation, use of “slut” and “brat”, slightly rough sex into more meaningful sex, bkg puts his hand over your mouth to shut you up lol, it gets hot and heavy (and sappy) at the end, reader and bkg are both idiots who are bad at feelings (:

AN ☆ Happy New Year’s! Let’s pretend I didn’t finish this a week after actual NYE lol. Katsuki held me hostage and made me write him just a little softer — it was completely against my will and not indicative at all of how much I really do love him. Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this request and I hope you enjoy! <3

“If you want me, if you need me, I’m yours…”

You don’t really like fireworks.

That’s what you’re thinking to yourself as you lean against the side of the building, head tilted upwards. Soon the sky above will be filled with sparks of color, faraway specks of firelight that burst and dance through the air before making their descent down to earth. But for now, there is only darkness; There are no stars in the vast ocean of black, every little twinkling light chased away by the cruel brilliance of the city. You miss the stars, but you much prefer the empty sky to one filled with fireworks. You’re savoring the silence for now — well, the closest thing you can get to silence in the city on a night like this. 

Milky white wisps and curls around your face as you take another drag of your cigarette, cherry tip sizzling in agreeance. Excited squeals and boisterous laughter leaks out from the office building behind you, a reminder of the work party you’re trying to escape for a moment. The smoke in your lungs blows out on a long sigh. 

New Year’s is not your favorite holiday. It’s not even your second favorite, or your third. You’d hardly even count it as a “holiday” in your mind. Really, it’s more of a marker, a white line painted on the cement that somehow signals both the finish and the start all at once. Feet step over the thick strip of paint and cheers ripple through the air – and then you blink, and the pop of a gun startles you. You’ve finished the race, made it through the year, but the race simply begins again. And in that maddening loop you are forever caught. Forever running the same circular stretch of pavement. Over and over, year after year. 

And the waving flag just up ahead also reminds you of all of the loose ends you’ve left to flutter in the wind behind you. Some have called you cynical, many have called you negative, but the truth of the matter is that you don’t really see New Year’s as sweet opportunity. The New Year is sour, stale. Another year, another rotting pile of the unfinished, the unfulfilled, the unanswered. 

And then one of those unanswered questions saunters right out into the courtyard with you, heavy footsteps reverberating in the night.

“Y’really shouldn’t smoke those.” The voice is deep, gruff. From that, and the annoyed click of his tongue when you take another drag, you know exactly who it is. 

“Oh really?” You look down at the cigarette between your fingers, and feel a warm body settle in next to you. “Why’s that?”

“‘s’bad for yer health.”

You swivel your head, eyes finding your nag. Sharp features, piercing crimson, and ash blonde hair that, despite the clean-cut dress shirt and slacks he’s wearing, is still undeniably wild. 

“So is picking fights with violent criminals,” you quip, tilting your face up towards his defiantly, “but you don’t see me telling you how to live your life.”

Amusement spreads slowly across his face, a smile pulling up at the corners of his mouth. He turns his head and snorts a small laugh, trying his best not to give you the satisfaction. Noticing the pink dusting his cheeks and the drink in his hand, you realize — he’s drunk. It’s a rare occasion to see Dynamight drunk.

Dynamight is the most successful sidekick at the agency. Fresh out of college, he’s made a name for himself quickly. As the agency’s head dispatcher, you work closely with the team of sidekicks, serving as their coordinator and reliable point of contact when they’re out in the field. Surprisingly to many, you and Dynamight work well together. He’s a hard worker and a quick thinker, which makes your job easier. And you have thick skin and a sharp tongue, which comes in handy when dealing with him. Ultimately, a mutual respect had eventually settled between you. 

Among other things.

Flicking the butt of the cigarette to the floor, you extend your foot to stamp it out under your heel. You can feel his eyes on you, his gaze always so damn heavy.

“I like that dress,” he tells you, tipping his glass to his lips, regarding you over the edge of it.

“I’d offer to let you borrow it,” a small smile to accompany the playful lilt in your voice, “but I don’t really think it’s your color.”

He rolls his eyes. “Stop bein’ a smartass, you know what I mean.”

Turning to him, you cross your arms loosely over your chest. This is your favorite game to play with him, especially when he’s in a good mood — like after a successful capture, or when alcohol has loosened his usually tight demeanor.

“I don’t think I do know what you mean.”

He pushes himself off the wall and is in your space in a moment, eyes narrowing, a smirk on his lips. “I like that dress on you,” he says, a low growl that makes your heart flutter in your throat, “But I think I’d like it better on the floor. Or ripped to shreds. I’ll let you choose how I take it off you, just this once.”

“Mighty generous of you, Dynamight.”

A sneer, and his eyes bounce down below your nose. “Keep up that little attitude and I’ll ruin more than just your dress.”

The unanswered question that hangs heaviest between you was born from the fact that you and Bakugou have been regularly hooking up for four months now, and you haven’t the faintest idea what the fuck he really wants from you. 

It had started a lot like this – a night warmed by alcohol and a budding sexual tension. You had been surprised when your coworkers told you Bakugou would be tagging along to happy hour after work, and you were even more surprised when he’d drunkenly insisted on walking you home after. (“‘s’not safe,” he’d drawled, hands stuffed stiffly in his pockets.) A slightly awkward kiss in front of your door had turned into many heated kisses through the doorway, and down the hall, and into your bedroom, and tangled in each other until the sun peeked through your curtains.

But he was gone when you woke up. The only evidence that he had been there at all was a plate of food set neatly on the counter with a scrawled note that told you to “go buy some real groceries”. When you next saw him in the office, it was like nothing had happened. He strapped on his hero uniform, and you perched yourself in front of your web of monitors, and neither of you even so much as stole a knowing glance. But when his voice crackled through your headset, deep and rough and spitting curses, you could feel the heat simmer beneath your skin. What you didn’t know was that he felt the same – until he confronted you weeks later at another office outing about ‘avoiding him’. He fucked you hard in an alleyway near the bar that night, a leg hiked up roughly around his hip after you both realized you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other long enough to make it to your apartment. 

The hookups became regular after that, the flirting more brazen. But the nature of your relationship remained a mystery. One that became more and more perplexing with each note left on your counter, each lunch that appeared on your desk, each cigarette snatched from your grasp and stomped into the pavement.

Those questions itch at the back of your neck but, when Bakugou brings his lips closer to your ear, the warmth of his breath and the rumble of his voice always has a way of soothing them. “The conference room is unlocked. Go in there and wait for me.” 

And when he has you turned around with your hands braced against the long conference desk, his chest pressed to your back and his hard cock rubbing against the curve of your ass, any doubts that may have plagued your mind suddenly fizzle out completely. Each kiss sucked into your neck, each curse breathed into your hair, each spark of frustration squeezed into your hips – it all empties your mind of any logical thoughts and leaves behind nothing but a burning stretch of need.

His palms are rough but his touch is tender as he feels you, explores your dips and swells with equal parts care and hunger. It’s like they can’t choose a spot to settle on, running over your arms, kneading at your tits, digging into your waist. You push back into him, reveling in the feel of his thick cock trapped between your body and his. And his hands finally find purpose, one coaxing your face to turn and meet with his for a sloppy kiss, the other snaking under the hem of your dress to grip at the fat of your ass. 

“I like this dress,” he breathes against your mouth.

You chuckle, “You told me that already.”

“Well I’m tellin’ ya again,” he grumbles, “fuckin’ brat.”

He grips your hip hard, forcing you to grind back on him. You peer at him over your shoulder, rolling your hips against him, grinding harder, and watch his lids droop and his jaw slacken at the pressure. There’s an inky darkness cast over the empty conference room, but the glitter of the city is spilling through the high windows just so, highlighting the mist of lust in his eyes. 

He’s perfectly disheveled in his formal attire, suit jacket abandoned, sleeves rolled up on his muscular forearms, tie loosened and slightly askew. It makes your chest ache to see him like this, makes something bubble up in you that you’re inclined to swallow back down. And you think you see something on his face that mirrors your thoughts, something in the way his gaze softens when he’s looking you over in the dim light. 

You gasp when you feel his fingers against your clothed pussy, and he snickers, a cocky expression back on his face in an instant. “You’re soaked already,” he notes with a laugh, “I can feel it through your panties.”

Matching his energy, you reach back to palm at his cock through his slacks, smiling when you hear his sharp inhale. “You gonna keep talking shit all night, or are you gonna fuck me?”

The heavy weight of his hand between your shoulder blades forces you down, bending you over the desk until your chest is smooshed against the cold surface. He yanks your dress up, pushing the slinky fabric until it’s gathered around your waist, exposing your ass to the cool air. Blunt nails dig into your flesh, then a harsh swat to your cheek makes you yelp and snicker.

He’s grumbling under his breath as he fiddles with his zipper, complaining about your smart fuckin’ mouth and telling you how he’ll shut you the fuck up. You peek back and bite down on your lip when you catch a glimpse of his cock being pulled through the open zipper of his slacks, so hard that a vein bulges along the side and a glistening bead of pre drips from the tip. 

And then his finger is hooking under the thin fabric of your thong, knuckle brushing against your pussy as he pulls it to the side. An anticipatory shiver rolls down your spine as you watch his neck crane down, and then you feel a warm drop of spit hit the tight ring of your ass. It drips through your folds, until two fingers catch it at your clit, running back up and gathering wetness to push back into your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he says as he works his fingers into you, a domineering hand on your back keeping you bent over the desk, “This how wet you get thinkin’ about me railing you in the middle of the office?”

His fingers curl into you, the pad of his thumb coming to rub at your clit, and your back arches, a whine escaping you. “Got nothin’ to say now, huh?”

You grit your teeth, shooting a glare back at him. “Bakugou, if you don’t just fuck me already I swear to—“

His hand clasps firmly around your mouth, fingers digging into your cheeks as he turns your face forward. The tie around his neck tickles at your back when he arches his hulking form over you. 

“Shut. The fuck. Up.” His growl sends a shiver down your spine, and you can hear the smirk in his voice when he continues, “Or else the whole office is gonna hear what a slut you are for me.”

He withdraws his fingers from your cunt to grasp his cock at the base. He swipes it along your folds, gets the head coated in your juices. You’re holding your breath, feeling the familiar push of his tip against your entrance, and then he’s finally sinking into you, groaning along with your muffled exhale. 

He fucks you hard and deep, pulling on your hip to force you back and meet his sharp thrusts. The moans he punches out of you are caught in the shell of his palm, your muted cries and snorts of breath sounding downright animalistic mixed with his grunts of pleasure. It’s so good, the way he’s manhandling you, the way his cock drills into you, the way his hand feels hot and dominant wrapped around your face – you can feel your core tightening, ready to burst and spill all over him.

But then you hear excited yells coming from down the hall, and your eyes widen. 

Your hand slaps frantically against his arm, and he quickly releases you, hips stalling as his mouth opens to ask if he’d hurt you. 

“They’re about to start the countdown!” You exclaim, breathless.

A pause. “So?”

“So…” The end of your thought hangs heavy between you. 

Why does that matter to you suddenly? You don’t even care for New Year’s, would go so far as to say you dislike it. So why does the symbolism of counting down the hour suddenly feel so important to you?

Bakugou is perceptive, and the answer comes to him before it does you.

“What, ya worried about a New Year’s kiss? I’m literally fucking you in the office, I think we’re a little further along than that.” 

He snorts, expecting you to find the thought funny. But you don’t laugh. Crimson bores into the back of your head, willing his gaze to penetrate and unveil what you’re thinking. He takes a deep breath, and then softens a bit.

“Fine, c’mere.” 

And then you’re being whipped around to face him. Fingers splay across the base of your neck, his hand strong and sure as it cradles you there, and he steps forward into you until the backs of your thighs are pressed against the side of the desk. His other hand helps you settle yourself on top of the surface, and then he’s slotted between your thighs, sticky cock resting against your mound. Your noses nestle together, so close his warm breath ghosts against your mouth when he parts his lips to speak. 

“Three…” He murmurs against your mouth, joining the raucous counting just outside the door. His voice vibrates your lips, and when his tongue flicks out to wet his own you feel it graze you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, can practically taste it. 

“Two…” Your gaze flits up from his mouth, and you find that deep carmine is already waiting there for you. Burning hot, piercing right into you like a blade from a fire. His hand slips to the small of your back, pressing you even closer against him, and your bodies mold together like well warmed clay.

“One…” And as the world erupts around you, his lips find their place pressed against yours. It’s soft, but full of an intensity that rings so much louder than the cheers that bleed through the walls. The boom of a firework echoes through the city, then another, but you don’t notice. Everything around you is muffled, the celebration light years away. In your world it’s almost silent – save for the soft sounds you swap between you, and the deafening beat of your heart.

You kiss again, and again, lips and tongues chasing after each other in a rhythmic dance. It’s different, the way you’re clinging to each other and losing yourselves on each other’s breath. The change is palpable, the tension so thick that it seems to dunk you both beneath it until you’re gasping for air. The question is there again, but this time it’s more than just an itch, not something you can swallow down. It’s trembling, shooting up towards the heavens, on the verge of bursting into a million flaming pieces. 

In the heat of it all, you find yourself angling yourself on the edge of the desk, him grabbing hold of his cock to line it back up with your entrance. He presses forward, sinking into you again with a sigh that you eagerly swallow. He fucks you deeply, kisses you deeply, never fully leaving you as he rocks into you and tangles his mouth with yours over and over again. 

There’s no room for words between you, no air to form them with, until your head finally falls back and your legs wrap themselves around his hips. Only then does he press his forehead to yours, holding you firmly by the back of your neck, and speaks to you with a hungry rasp you’ve never heard before. 

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he tells you, brows knitted together, pupils bleeding into the deep sea of red, “Look so fuckin’ gorgeous tonight – fuck, I wanna see you cum – ngh-need you to cum with me.”

He’s not fucking you hard, or fast, but he’s massaging into you with a different kind of intensity, carving a meaningful space for himself inside of you that your body welcomes with equal parts desperation and passion. The heat of it all is so strong, so bright, that it ignites you in an instant. Your orgasm rips through you, separates every tiny piece of you and sets it ablaze. Bakugou holds you tightly against him the whole time, head damp where it’s connected to yours, talking you through it in a pleading voice, “So fuckin’ gorgeous — god, look at me, keep your eyes on me, baby fuck gonna cum with you, gonna—“

And then his hips stutter, and he’s spilling over inside you, panting and swearing as he follows you over the edge. He unloads himself completely into you, and a heady warmth radiates deep in your gut as you both breathe deep, ragged breaths together. 

The pop of a firework startles you both, and your heads turn together just as a supernova of color fills the darkness. It dances across your face and glitters in your eyes, and you don’t notice the way Bakugou watches you, don’t see the way you’ve eclipsed everything else in sight. 

“Y’know, I didn’t think I liked fireworks, but now I’m not so sure,” you hum thoughtfully as you watch another pretty one explode in the distance. And Bakugou laughs, small and dry. Because he’s always been sure. He’s always loved fireworks.

hii luna, how r u?!?!?! ☺️☺️

i really wanted to know what are your thoughts w bakugo and sex polen or just something like a lust quirk

PERMANENT FIX! (3.9k)

pro hero!bakugou katsuki x pro hero!reader

SYNOPSIS: after being hit with a sex pollen quirk, the only person bakugou has in mind to ask for help is his frenemy with benefits coworker.

WARNINGS: sex pollen, i cannot write without making it a lil soppy in love lmao, begging, they both come three times lol, oral both ways, cute themes :), loads of pet names from bkg because who am i, unprotected bc i forget about condoms lol don’t do that irl kids but also don’t take sex advice from me but take that okay

LUNA SAYS: hello!!! first fic of the year! hope everyone enjoys lol tell me what you think :) haven’t been writing much because i’ve been READING!!! last year i met my goal of 55 books and this year i wanna try 100 hehe ALSO YES thank you one direction for the title inspo

bakugou swears the gods love you, this whole situation was punishment for that stupid argument he had in your office two days ago. he liked arguing with you, getting under your skin but because he hasn’t seen you since that day, there’s been no reconciliation. so that argument is still in the air, now punishing him because he knows how you’re going to react when he tells you about his little problem. he needs you and he’s sure you’re either going to slam your door in his face or slap him for being so… vulgar. 

right now, bakugou is so horny it’s painful. he can feel it in his veins in his temples, his pulse in his neck and the twitch of his cock. apparently, it was a thing for people with sex pollen quirks to let it off on pro heroes because they’d think it would be funny. their put together heroes desperate to get off in public but this one was a slow burn. from when he got back to the agency, his car ride home and now outside your apartment, he’s about to explode.

a trickle of sweat slides from his eyebrow when he knocks on your door so he lifts his t-shirt to wipe it off. when he lets go of the fabric, he catches your eyes flick from his chest with an appreciative glance but hardening when they reach his pupils. yep, you’re still mad at him.

“if you’re trying to seduce me it won’t work,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. you’re always so quick with him, ready to test him and put him in place. he’s always had a crush on you, who wouldn’t with how insanely beautiful you are? fuck his life.

bakugou’s eyes drop to your breasts, hidden under your t-shirt and he hopes he’s not salivating. he’s so lost in his head, in the tight grip of horniness his reflexes are almost too slow to catch your front door slamming in his face. almost. his foot slides between the wood.

“what the fuck, bakugou?” you snap, still trying to push the door shut despite his massive boot in the way, “instead of an apology, i just get you staring at my tits? fuck off!”

bakugou sighs deep from his stomach, keeping his foot in place but making no move to push the door open. “i need to talk to you. i really need to talk to you, sweetheart.”

you pause for a moment, peeking behind your door to look at him. you were, at base level, coworkers but along the way of working together for half a year, you’ve become something more. arguments are inevitable with the stubborn hero but now they turn into a weird type of tension you can’t put your finger on. sometimes your snappy remarks turn unintentionally sexual, one time leaning bakugou to push you into a closet to confront you, nose brushing up your neck and thigh between your legs. he might have got you off that day. also sometimes you intentionally give him that stare during hero galas, big eyes, pouty lips and a very revealing, shiny, figure-hugging dress leading him to making out with you in another random closet. you both were coworkers, sorta friends and sorta enemies. you definitely on the road to become fuck buddies with these closet meetings that keep going on but not enough for him to randomly ask for this favour though.

but you were the only person he could think of. 

“please.”

something about his tone, the pained breathlessness has you opening the door wider, able to get a better look at him.

“what’s wrong with you? are you sick?” you ask, fighting the urge to touch him. but you give in, reaching to press the back of your hand to his sweaty forehead. a moan erupts from him and you yank your hand back. “baku—,”

“earlier on patrol, someone hit me with their quirk,” he says almost slurred, leaning against the door frame with droopy eyes.

you gasp, even when arguing with the man you never want to hear about him getting attacked. you gesture him into your apartment and bakugou melts into your sofa, his arms spreading across the top. he looks out of place in your home, mismatched among everything normal to you. 

he’s ripping off his t-shirt when you ask, “what was the quirk? should i call an ambulance? what do you need?”

“you.”

bakugou katsuki is all man. he’s sin, pleasure and devotion, all mixed in one and you feel bad thinking so when he’s in pain. sweat coats his golden skin, a pink flush to his built chest and cheeks. he slouches deep into your old sofa, his head leaning back on it to reveal his thick neck you love to bruise and his whole body moves with every breath. your eyes trail against the length of his arms across the back of your sofa, his wingspan is so impressive you wouldn’t mind latching on a bicep with your teeth. his trousers are loose, the crotch gaping with his spread legs but still, you make out his dick. hard against his thigh and showing through the fabric. 

you blink at him, spluttering, “what?”

he’s the definition of hot and bothered, “it was a fuckin’ sex pollen quirk. that’s why my cock feels like a weight in my pants.” 

there are a million things to say to him. asking if he only came over to have sex or if he was ever thinking of apologising. saying that you’re sure there’s a cure somewhere so you didn’t have to do this. or even sending him out because that’s his problem. the main question was why you? why you? but none of these words came out because look at him. bakugou sits desperate for you, a paw rubbing at his lower stomach like he’s dying to touch himself but not without your permission. he’s so large he dwarfs your sofa and you know you’re just a girl standing in front of an annoyingly sexy man.

“ask me properly,” suddenly you’re breathless, biting down on your lip and staring at the length of his body. you’ve seen him shirtless a couple of times since you get your hero suits made by the same company and you run into him during a fitting. but never like this, like he’s already been fucked more than once. 

it takes all of bakugou’s energy to lift his head to look at you. you’re going to punish him for that stupid argument you had and he doesn’t even care because he wants it. he wants you so bad.

“needa fuck you, baby. lemme fuck you. feel your sweet pussy around me and your tits against my chest.” he grumbles, voice so deep it vibrates through the air. you’re about to agree, ready to go into any position, “i will fuckin’ beg for you, yn. my cock is achin’.”

you gasp, moving like an invisible string is dragging you to him. maybe you have thought about this scene before, at night with your phone in your hand and a vibrator in your other one. your whole body is shaking as you stand between his legs, pulling off your oversized cosy t-shirt to stand in just your leggings. bakugou presses his face into your stomach, mouth open as he inhales you desperately. his hands circle your thighs to hold you tight and he grunts, teeth clenched. you feel like relief and salvation.

“beg, katsuki,” you say nonchalantly, fingers brushing through his messy locks but the feel of his hot breath on your stomach is making your core tighten.

“please, baby. please. i need you so bad, fuck. only you,” he weeps, laying kisses over any part of bare skin he can reach. you’re sighing softly, hugging his head closer to you and you jump when he pinches your thigh, “you need to say yes ‘cause i won’t be goin’ slow on you.”

“yes, yes katsuki,” you barely finish the last syllable of his name when he yanks you to the sofa and kneels on the floor. your cheek is pressed into the back cushion, ass up in his face. 

“gonna take these off you baby, need to feel you on my fuckin’ tongue,” he mutters behind you, thick fingers coming to pull your leggings off. he can’t stop talking and you can’t fight the urge to roll your pussy over his face, “gonna soften you out, prep you for my dick, yeah?”

you’re humming, naked on your sofa and back arched in the air so he gets a good view. two palms are at your ass cheeks, pulling them apart then brushing against your lips, grunting at the shine coating them and your sweet nub at the top. bakugou’s head is a scramble, his body is raging hot for touch, for anything and then he’s got you spread for him. everything is on an overload. “holy fuck, i’ve fuckin’ dreamt about this since i had you in the closet that day rubbin’ against my thigh. knew you’d look good, smell good—,”

he stuffs his face between your legs, his lips brushing against your clit and his nose rubbing against your hole. you moan at the roughness, him so close to you and another moan breaks in your throat when his tongue, wide and wet swipes up from your clit to your ass. “fuckin’ taste good too, baby.”

bakugou gets to work from then, thumb pressing at your asshole while he licks, sucks and presses hard kisses against your clit. his hand rubs over your ass, up your back and even gropes a tit. you can barely talk, incoherent sentences as he runs his tongue over every part of you. you’re radiating warmth, rocking into him for more. he’s still skilled in desperation, two fingers easily sliding into you and tickling your spot.

when you clench around him he grunts, “so beautiful baby, i’ll give you anythin’.” 

high pitched breaths leave your throat as his lips latch on your clit and he sucks, fingers pushing in and out like he would his dick. 

“i’m gonna come, i’m—,” you start and you finish over his face, gushes of white circling his fingers with a loud squelch as your body trembles. you’re almost falling off the sofa, about to slide off into his lap on the ground when he swoops you up.

bakugou’s never been in your apartment but he makes his way to where he thinks your bedroom is. you’re jelly in his arms, still catching your breath, “i liked that, t-that was good.”

he lays you softly on your bed and your legs spread for him, evidence of what he made you do burning in his retinas. you’re so beautiful, you shouldn’t be letting him have you like this. 

“another time i promise i’ll fuck you slow, baby,” he mumbles, lost in the sight of you. your rising chest, your pretty tits. how your eyes are sleepy but full of mischief. the taste of you is still on his tongue and he can’t help but start yanking off his trousers to finally, finally fist at his cock.

your thighs squeeze together at the sight of him, bulging red tip coated in pre and the length of him almost purple for being hard for so long. he’s so big it makes his hand look oddly small and for a second you wonder how he’ll even fit. you feel yourself dribble down your ass.

“can i have a taste?” you whisper, so drawn to him. the unbelievable sight of his strong thighs and sharp chest. how he’s biting down so hard on his bottom lip and how you can tell his hand isn’t giving him much relief. you sit up, hands palming at his thighs and his cock is so close to your face.

bakugou katsuki whines. you’ve never imagined him whining for you and it’s better than you could have ever thought. “d-don’t put me in your mouth. i’ll fuckin’ come—,” you brush your lips against his tip and he flings his head back, “fuck, fuck, more please.” he feels like he’s insane, one second begging you to not and then begging you to touch him. he doesn’t know exactly what he needs, just that he needs you.

“i’ll be quick, promise,” you say, going cross-eyed at the sight of him. you only put your lips around his tip, coating him in your spit. bakugou is an animal, his grunt loud for not doing much to him. your tongue flicks around his most sensitive. through his slit, around his head and he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“more angel, more,” and finally just a tiny bit of release. you take as much as you can of him, which leaves two inches to spare so you wrap your fingers around him. “i knew you’d be good at this, angel. a fuckin angel.” he murmurs, eyes squeezed shut as it takes all his restraint not to start thrusting into your mouth. you start all on your own, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue laying flat against the underside of his dick, feeling for his veins and revelling in the heavy throb. 

you moan around him, vibrating down to his balls and everything happens too fast for him to catch up, “fu—,”

with no warning, he splutters down your throat and you drink up all you can. his hips shake and you keep your fist moving, flicking your eyes up to see him already watching you. when he’s finally done, you take him out your mouth and you gasp when he slaps against his stomach. still hard, raging and ready to go again. your mind is cloudy when he tips your head up and kisses you softly, “thank you, yn.”

he’s about to pull away but you circle your arms around his neck pulling him into your body back onto the bed. your kiss goes on forever, his naked body rubbing against yours, tongues brushing against each other and sucking like you’ve done this millions of times before. when you finally need a breath, he’s still full of energy licking a stripe up your neck and pressing wet kisses across your jaw.

“next time i’ll have more restraint, i’ll worship you next time, angel,” he says so full of emotion and regret you wrap your legs around his waist to feel him rocking against your clit. if this wasn’t bakugou worshipping your body, what is? 

you buzz at the thought, “next time? you’re sure there will be a next time?”

bakugou laughs deep and masculinely, thrusting his hips against your clit and biting just above your breast. “i know once we have each other, we’ll need it again. same way when we argue we need it again, when i kiss you i need it again, when i fuckin’ see you i’m plannin’ when i’ll be seeing you next.”

“you’re crazy.”

“fuckin’ crazy for you, angel.”

he punctuates his comment with a smirk and then a kiss on your lips. he’s about to kiss you again when you say, “fuck me katsuki. however, you want.”

he blinks at you for a second before stuffing his head in the crook of your neck. he groans, arousal at the tip of his tone, “you cannot fuckin’ say that to me. you dunno how long i’ve wanted this. my head is about to blow.”

you laugh, fingers combing through his hair as he lies on your body. his dick is poking your stomach, a little wet from your spit and twitching with a life of its own. how can you sound so good? feel so good? no fucking way he is going back to a life without you after this. 

“fuck me then, use me katsuki.” your body rumbles under him when he speaks, the only reason bakugou has to prove that what you said was real and not in his head. 

“fuck angel,” and when bakugou sits up on his knees above you, it looks like he’s moving in slow motion, akin to a king sitting down on his throne and waiting for devoted attention. he fists himself again, eyeing you with want so strong you get the urge to cover your chest.

“don’t be gettin’ shy on me woman, you’re unreal,” he murmurs, one large hand covering the expanse of your stomach. he dips his hand between your legs, “open up for me, lemme see you sweetheart.”

bakugou grunts when you spread for him again, just enough for him to fit comfortably between your legs. he can’t help it when he moves his dick between your folds, drowning in your mewls at every nudge at your clit. you’re already warm and wet without being inside, and he thinks he’s close to passing out. finally fucking you might be the nail in the coffin. he’s holding onto his cock, about to push into your hole when your hand finds his hip, “ask me, katsuki.” 

your voice is honey and silk, defiance and a brat all rolled into one. your touch is light, the opposite of how he’s about to touch you, yet with a few words you’re in control. letting him know he should be lucky you’re letting him fuck you. he knows.

“can i fuck you, angel? gonna treat you so good, promise,” he slurs and when your eyebrows raise like you’re also not on the edge of breaking, he whimpers, “please.”

you smile slow and seductive, jolting your hips up for a better angle, “make it hard, katsuki.”

the smile doesn’t drop once he slides into you, smooth from how soaked you already are. “oh kats—,” “fuck baby—,” tumbling out you both. the first thrust and you’re full to the brim of him. your arms circle around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and bakugou’s never felt such bliss.

then he starts moving, slowly at first to measure your reaction. every brush against your walls is delicious, harmony through your body though it’s not what you want. “katsuki,” you warn and he knows.

a weak grin falls on his face as he lifts up on his forearms, “didn’t think you’d be so bossy, angel.”

“what did i say about you calling me that?” 

“it’s not my fault you are.”

“if i was, which i’m not, it would definitely be your fault,” you bite but instead of replying with words bakugou snaps his hips sharply, your body jolting and you inhale with a gasp.

then he goes again and again and you’re both lost in the sensation. he feels rabid, once he’s got a taste he wants more, needs more and he feels his heart beating out his chest when your hands grab his chest. 

“this is what you wanted, sweetheart?” he grits through his teeth and you manage a nod, your head jumping back and forth with all the pet names he’s managed this evening. “speak. use your words.”

“i wanted this s-so much,” you tremble, legs locking behind his back and you don’t have it in you to cringe at the mess you’re making, the slick sounds of friction loud and only turning you on more, “oh my god.”

your bed frame knocks against the wall with every thrust, tits bobbing across your chest and you feel a drop of katsuki’s sweat fall on your forehead. “you’re gonna be mine after this,” he mumbles before slamming his lips to yours. your teeth hit but it doesn’t put you off, your arm hugging his head as his tongue forces its way into your mouth. you moan into him, exchanging air in this very messy kiss. his hips keep going, cock brushing so deep into you, against your spot that you know you’re about to come soon and fast.

your orgasm is hard and disorienting, waves of pleasure drifting through you at a speed that you have to push his lips off yours to let out a high-pitched whine. “f-fuck,” is all you hear when bakugou comes too, shaking violently with no space to get his thoughts in order. he spills everything into you, making everything even more wet and smooth. 

he rides out his orgasm, lips against your jaw as you catch your breath. when he’s finally finished he rolls beside you on his back. you’re both heaving, coated in sweat and your hair a mess. it’s only a couple of seconds before he yanks you into his arms.

“got bad news baby,” he whispers in your ear, so low and deep you think you could come with just the sound till you realise what he said.

you look up at him lethargically and he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. dark long eyelashes and his ruby pupils are darker than usual, “what?”

he takes your hand and brushes it over his lower half, “still so fuckin’ hard.” 

he’s wet and sticky, hot and stiff like a pole. “wow, they really did a number on you didn’t they?” you smirk, circling your fingers around him.

“and you’re in luck ‘cause i’m about to do one on you. again and again, until you pass out on me,” he laughs, eyes shutting as you jerk him off.

“brave to assume you’ve got more stamina on me. i see you passing out, dick still hard.”

bakugou opens his eyes to see you shifting over to sit on his thighs, glossy and beautiful with a sheen all between your legs. he even feels some of his come from you on his skin.

he shrugs with a grin like sunshine, and your heart melts at the sight. He’s so cocky, literally, and he can't stop feeling you. squeezing and rubbing across your legs and thighs. the words are out before he finishes the thought, said with a confident crook of his head. 

“wanna be my girl?”

your eyes widen before composing yourself. you try to distract him (and you) by holding his dick and sinking onto it. another set of incoherent swears with the first touch and bakugou’s hands grip your ass. he bites down on his lip and you sigh in pleasure.

“don’t fuckin’ ignore me, say yes or no,” he says, eyes alert on your face and he notices you trying to roll your hips on him. he stops you quickly, holding you still.

“katsuki! let me move!” 

he holds you as he thrusts upwards and you fall forward on his chest, “answer me, angel or i’ll jerk off in the shower.”

“we both know my pussy is better.”

“i’ve been beggin’ for you all night, sure, but if you wanna ignore me then i’ll fuck off,” he thrusts up again and you whine, “still got some self respect.”

you manage to sit up, pressing a kiss to his lips, “you can be mine.” bakugou rolls his eyes, grinning like a fool, “but i would have preferred you didn’t ask me like this, so you better ask me again later.”

“then you can be mine too?”

you brush your thumb over his flushed cheek, with a cute shrug, “i’ll be yours, you’ll be mine. you know how it is.”

“good, i’ll keep that in mind,” bakugou loosens his grip on your ass, brushing his hand up your sides, “do what you want with me, sweetheart.”

that’s all you needed to lead you both to another completion. then another, and another.

“beg for it”

“you can take it”

“such a mess for me”

“good girl”

“ my pretty girl”

“don’t look away or I’ll stop”

“I know baby, let it out”

NEED I SAY MORE???

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

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

18+ mdni / fem!reader

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

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

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

like a beast.

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

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

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

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

he's so content with having you. entirely.

especially because you finally get to have him, too.

i have finnaalllyyy finished my hw i’ll write it tomorrow

bouta write a supa fluffy sequel to sleepy 😁😁😁 right after i finish my gov homework ofc

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?

tired 😴