bakugou didn't like the way lotion felt on his hands, but loved how it felt to smooth it across your skin after a fresh shower. you would emerge from the bathroom carrying the bottle pump hooked against the webbing in your fingers, wrapped cozy and warm in a bathrobe while wispy grey tendrils of steam floated up into the air and dissipated.
you always meant to apply it while watching a show with him, a leisurely part of your self-care immersed in an amicable, easy silence while scarcely hearing the hum of voices from the television. his interest in the screen never lasted long, not when you'd hike the hemline of your robe up the apex of your thighs, squeeze some of the sweet-smelling cream into your hands and spread it along the length of your legs.
he'd have to remember not to clench his jaw, that he still needed to swallow and take breaths when the burn became too much in his chest. your skin glistened and glowed under the dim light overhead; he could already feel how soft you'd feel later.
"want me to get your back?" he sounded a little too eager, especially since he was already sneaking a finger behind your collar, teasing you with some light tugs. "you ain't gonna be able to reach."
of course, he was right and you obliged him by untying the front, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders and pool in your waist.
he liked to squirt it directly on your back, making your body bend away as you hissed, but eased into him again as his large, rough hands caressed your skin.
the glide was effortless, the smell nostalgic to a time when you were first dating and he had mentioned it "wasn't bad". he couldn't imagine you wearing anything else now.
you became more malleable against his palms, leaning into the power of his hands while he kneaded your shoulders, gliding down between them to press indents with his thumbs, moving lower still parallel to your spine as though memorizing the natural concave all the way to your ass.
"your shitty coworkers are always fuckin' up my work," his voice rumbled behind your ear, making you wither and shudder. "no matter how many times I get out the knots, you come home all tensed up again."
bakugou's hands roamed along to your stomach, still slick as they traveled higher to your chest and his lips left a lasting, hot trail from your ear to your neck.
you suddenly felt bare as he yanked the robe off of your body and threw it across the room.
movie nights were never just movie nights. not when he could have you all to himself.
notes; frotting, porn no plot, cumshot, bakugou hair-pulling and biting, dirty talk, non-penetrative. aged up + husband!bakugou. 815 words. mdni
movie night was never about the movie; that was bakugou's opinion of it. those cozy nights in started easily enough with a generous spread of snacks that left crumbs between the couch cushions and a heaping bowl of popcorn left untouched once the kernels cooled. and, when it'd get too hot under the fuzzy blanket, he would be the one to throw it off of his legs, inviting in cool, dark air from the room.
as much as he'd fidget and fuss throughout the film, often tossing your body around the cushions as he shifted around; crossing legs, uncrossing them, hunkering over the armrest, or leaning flush onto you-- he never heard you complain. he only ever recognized anticipatory, quivering breaths when his fingers twisted in your hair to the roots, pulling your head back while his lips burned a trail down your neck.
bakugou had the habit of keeping you tucked against his side as he loomed over you, nose buried so deep into your skin, teeth hard at work leaving mad, sore little indents that discerning between pain and pleasure left you malleable against him.
before long, he had you straddling his thick thighs, stripped down to nothing, flesh prettied up in marks of his making that he stared at while guiding your hips over his clothed crotch. the swell in his sweatpants rolled nicely between your legs, drawing excitable groans from your lips as your hands moved from his soft pectorals to the sides of his face where you attempted to sate the sounds by kissing him.
"you're missing the movie." he rasped against your mouth, opening wide before leaning back in, tongue pushing through your teeth to tangle with yours. the voices from the television were ambient; an amalgam of muffled sounds that we're eclipsed by your shared hot breaths and wet sounds between your lips.
and, when he pulled away from the kiss, glistening strings of saliva breaking apart and sticking against your chins, he had his cock outside the waistband of his pants. you sucked in your lower lip behind your teeth, coaxed closer to him by the sight of him being fully erect, pink tip weeping precum that he smeared all along the length.
"please?" you were in his ear, breathing out those saccharine, tantalizing tones that were enough to make him want to bottom out in you right now, really give you something to beg about. "katsuki? please?"
one hand pushed divots into your hip, the other steadied his cock as he guided himself between your thighs, stroking your sex, feeling you try to move in pace with him. "wanna do somethin' different tonight. I'll fuck you good later."
you pouted pitifully at his words, but leaned back on his thighs, splitting yourself wider for him to drag his tip along you, putting pressure on all the right spots to make you ache and whine. he felt his molars dig into the insides of his cheeks while watching the sight; his dripping cock leaving silky slick all over you while moving himself to the apex of your groin and back down as far as his length reached.
those ministrations continued for a while; controlled through ragged, pained breaths until bakugou felt himself burning and coiling in his stomach. he pushed his cock harder against you, sorely tempted to throwaway this entire thing and pound into you-- but he kept going, the friction between you that delectable balance of slip and rough that had you both chasing the building high.
bakugou let his hips jump with each false thrust, mind flashing back to images of having your legs over his shoulder while savagely rutting into you while your moans and pants and screams ricocheted off the walls and swelled his chest with pride. he let that guide him now, let your lewd whimpers desperate for the same fulfillment guide him into his final strokes until his cock twitched, cum painting your stomach and chest in spurts of white.
he went soft and let himself hang outside of his pants as he sat you upright on his lap again, a hand landing heavily on the back of your head to lead you down into a sloppy, slow kiss.
"mm- katsuki," you pecked his lips a few times, trying to keep some distance between your bodies. it wasn't something he particularly cared about. "I just took a shower a few hours ago. you're a jackass."
"it was a nice sight for me, though." he let his hands slide down your back, holding you there even once you gave up. "I told you I'm gonna return the favor. I'm gonna blow out your back so fucking good, you're gonna have to spend the day in bed with me."
just then, bakugou glanced past you at the television when the screen turned to black, credits rolling. "hey, what were we watching again?"
“t-tetsu…” you gasped when you suddenly felt his big hand cupped your clothed pussy while you were busy playing games on your phone, laying on your stomach on top of kuroo with your ass facing him. “shh, just continue playing. I just want to make you feel good.”
his thumb found your clit, gently rubbing it, making you squirm as you tried to focus on the game you were playing. kuroo noticed the wet patch on your panties grow bigger, rubbing up and down your slit. “mhmm b-babe..” you stuttered out.
his hands went to squeeze your bottom when you tried to move your hips for more friction before giving it a light smack. soon enough, your panties were pushed to the side, making kuroo licking his lower lip by the sight of your glistening folds.
your grip on your phone completely loosened as it fell from your hands when you felt two fingers entering you. “does that feel good?” kuroo scissored his fingers inside you, making you whimper, “yes- fuck!” your mouth gaped when he added a third finger, curling them together as he found your spot.
“t-tetsu i’m gonna-” a loud moan emitted from your lips as your juices dripped down from kuroo's fingers, pulling it out of you and licking them clean.
“you taste so good. come here,” he made you straddle his lap before kissing you, making you taste your own. kuroo felt you grind on his hard on, quickly pulling away from your mouth as he laid you down on the bed, hovering on top of you.
he started placing kisses on your stomach down to your inner thighs, biting on it, leaving marks as your breath hitched.
“patience angel, I will give you what you want later, but right now, I want to taste more of you.”
katsuki bakugou would be a literal menace when it came to eating pussy. of course he’d be doing it for your pleasure, but he fiends off that shit, more so, for his own pleasure. he’s lapping, sucking like a mad man, taking every last drop that you can give him until you’re shaking and crying from overstimulation and then have the audacity, after your 3rd gut wrenching orgasm, to look into your teary eyes, “what’s a matter crybaby? isn’t this what you wanted? be a good little slut and give me one more, yeah?”
the first thing gojo does after getting released in the prison realm is fucking you.
drilling you with his cock that got your toes curling and hips arching from the slap of his hips into yours. his arms into your creamy thighs, hands into your plush waist.
"missed this pussy so much, baby." he babbles. loving every inch of your fat pussy being wrapped around his thick length.
you can't help but gush around him, your juices coating his cock and gojo pounds mercilessly in you. can you blame him? he misses you so much and its been so long since he tapped that pussy of yours and it's heavenly just like the last time but sure he is taking his time to embrace the warmth of your walls against his.
despite being out for so long, gojo still retains his cheekiness and being a tease. randomly edges you to get a whine from your pretty lips and bumps his huge cockhead into your cervix making you cry.
gojo being mesmerized from your body bouncing, taking every pound and slam of his body to yours. you are such a good girl for him for taking him so well.
gojo can't help but to bite the flesh into your neck and moans. desperate to leave marks into your skin just like he always does and marking you as his. your so soft and plush and he wants you to breed over and over again.
gojo who can't help but to break into a huge grin, seeing you so dumb and drunk from his dick. so pretty. the words coming from your mouth reduce into whines and moans.
and gojo finally dumping his huge load into your fat cunt that it spills even his cock is stuffed deep inside you. spurts and spurts of his cum still coming after one another as you came undone from the bullying of his cock inside you.
you think he's finished after that but his cock is still hard and begging to be wrapped around your fat pussy and who are you to deny him.
The two of you pull back, and you gently rub your lips with the back of your hand, matching Katsuki’s cheeky grin.
“You look like you’re still in a daze,” he teases as the production crew starts to mobilize around the two of you. You raise your eyebrow at him as one of your assistants helps rearrange your blouse, and another pops up behind Katsuki to raise the collar of his shirt. Katsuki reaches out a hand to the side, not taking his eyes off you or moving away any more than the few inches between your bodies, and takes the bottled water placed directly in his hand.
“Thank you,” he says politely, albeit without looking, twisting the cap.
You watch him drink, a slow, deliberate action where you watch his neck muscles contract, and a drop of water that escapes from the side of his mouth and runs down the side of his cheek. Time seems to slow.
You’re acting a little too well.
“You slobbered all over me,” you finally sass him, pulling yourself out of your trance. You have possibly a hundred more takes to go. This particular director seems to enjoy tormenting the two of you, particularly in the more heated romantic scenes.
At this rate, you’ll probably be making out till sundown.
“You seemed to like it,” Katsuki answers quickly. He throws the bottle of water over you and it seems to land perfectly in the recycling bin, a good distance away.
If only he had missed.
“I’m good at my job,” you say with a wide, charming smile.
“Good at kissing, too.” he adds. You don’t let it fluster you.
Instead, you let out a breath through your nostrils, and he laughs. An assistant fluffs your hair so you don’t have to do it yourself.
You don’t compliment him back. At least, not yet.
“Okay next take!” the director yells again.
The two of you reassume positions - your hand gently rested along the curve of his jaw, your stare loving as you gaze into his eyes, his hand rested at the small of your back, a thumb brushing against your pouty lip.
“I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” you recite your line perfectly. It’s the fourth time this hour.
Half of it is true.
“I know.”
That part isn’t.
There are more lines, inconsequential, sappy banter of the likes of daytime romantic soap operas and the two of you play your dance again as usual. In this movie, you are made for each other. In real life, it may also be true.
You kiss again and you wonder how many times you’ll have to continue pretending to pretend.
aali imagine you telling bakugou anoutbhow your ex would never kiss you after you gave him head bc “thats gross and unsanitary.” and that sticks with bakugou.
so next time you give him the most toe curling head he reaches down and gives you a big tongue kiss.
stop he would literally be so offended by that, like he actually hates your ex and spends time in your relationship to make your intimate experiences more sex positive, understands your likes and dislikes and tries to undo any negative attachments you have to things you couldn’t experience in your last relationship.
!!! bakugou would literally eat his cum from your cunt just because of how flustered it makes you…but after head? my god.
“hold in yer mouth for me baby, wanna see what i taste like comin’ from you.” like imagine his chest is heaving, he’s all flushed from being fucked out n he offers a hand to you to help you off your knees. smirks all slick n slow once you’re in his lap he swipes a gentle thumb over the corner of your mouth where some of his cum is seeping out. cause he cums so fucking much when you slurp on his dick, look up at him just right and bat your lashes… you ruin him. “c’mere baby, give katsuki a kiss.”
AHHHH and then he’s leaning up to your height, grabbing your hands as you push your tongue into his mouth and you can feel his cock twitch to life again between your soft thighs just at the taste of himself on your tongue. it’s so sloppy and messy, his chin covered in that opaque white sheen as bakugou licks into your mouth and moans your name.
katsuki just whispers so much filthy shit to you while you swap the crude mix of spit and seed between your eager mouths. “such a good girl, you like sharin’ the taste of your cock with me?”
god, he literally sucks on your tongue, swallows your whines as he slips a hand between your bodies to flick at your sticky clit — only pulling away with a shiny face to give you some breathing room. bakugou laughs deep in his chest, the sound vibrating right through you and down to your throbbing sex as he plays with you, covered in his own cum and watches as your thighs threaten to close, your eyes welling up with tears.
“how about you sit on my cock, princess? ‘n once i’ve stuffed you full’a cum, you’re gonna let me eat it outta you. alright?”
as toxic as it sounds, bakugou loves fighting with you. he loves that someone will match his energy─ and you never hesitate. when you get in his face, shouting about whatever, it gives him a rush and he either wants to murder you, or fuck you senseless.
Well, this is probably a long way from reality, but you only have to stop for a moment and think about it.
They fucking love your tits. They love that they're the size of their hands, perfectly made to be groped. They love them no matter what their state, though they admit to feeling like they're in a dream when your nipples are fully erect, so they only have one reason to put their fingers and tongues to work.
But most of all, they /love/ how they fucking bounce with every thrust.
"Hah baby, I can't even look at them. If I do... I- I’ll fill ya up so - hard, and… and I don't assure I'll cum again if...- if I think about how your pussy would spill over with my cum."
If they can't see them, they want to at least feel them. They would release their grip on your hips and move towards them, pressing down hard enough to let their hands dance with them up and down, up and down.
"Mhmm but... I-I think I can put them to better use, wanna see?"
They would wait for the exact right moment to leaving you whining and with your pussy swollen and red, tightening around nothing. They would look up at you and smile victoriously as they let their cock rest between your tits, making you squeeze them around it, and starting to move again as fast as they would have moved in your pussy.
"Yeah... this is what I mean when I say your tits are fucking perfect. Nngh j-jerking me just as good as your little cunt. Now wanna see that mouth wide open baby... ‘cause 'm close, hah I-I'm almost there."
How hard they would cum watching how your tits cradle him until he cums hard on them, splashing into your mouth, and forming a trail of cum between them as he pulls away.
That's why they're wonderful, because they're yours.
｡ₓcharacters: Bakugou Katsuki x reader
｡ₓcontent: SMUT!! Fellatio! Swearing! AGED UP BAKUGOU!!
｡ₓsummary: giving katsuki head as he repairs his gauntlets
｡ₓword count: 370
｡ₓ a/n:this is the photo set that inspired this x Bakugou is aged up! he’s like 25 in this scenario. if you don’t like that block me.
Imagine sitting under the desk and sucking Katsuki off as he works on his gear. On your knees between his legs, hands laid gently on his clothed thighs. Muscular thighs still rock hard beneath the soft material of his sweats. They tense as you swallow around his cock, cheeks hallowing in earnest. Katsuki curses above you followed by the thump of his tools clattering on the table. His now free hands grip the edge of the table, metal hissing at the contact. God, you wish you could see him. Flushed cheeks and ears, lips red and caught between his teeth as he hisses and groans. You pull him from your mouth, hand wrapping around the base of his hard cock. Squeezing and pumping as you take a breath before turning your attention to the tip of his weeping cock. Red and leaking pearls of precum vein along the underside prominent as you continue your stroking. You lean in to press soft kisses to the hot skin, tongue swirling and lapping up what he offered before taking him back down your throat. Katsuki’s hips jolt forward, pushing further; deeper in.
“Shit. I think I’m gonna cum” Katsuki huffs out.
"Already?” you’re breathless as you pull away to ask your question.
Bakugou exhales, hips starting to roll up off his chair as you resume stroking him. “I’ve been horny all day but’ve been too busy to-fuck, just like that.”
“my poor baby” you tease.
Tongue running along the vein all the way to his balls. You take a second before licking the sensitive skin, revelling in the way Katsuki shivers above you. You take a few more minutes lick and suck before returning to his aching cock. Katsuki doesn’t last long, warning you with huffed and broken sentences of “baby- I- cu- cumming” before stilling as he spills into your throat. He moans and whines, praising you as you suck and gulp down each drop.
“Yeah, that’s my girl. So fuckin’ good, takin’ all my cum. Good girl” his hot hand cradles your cheek as you continue to swallow and clean him up. Bakugou smiles lazily, eyes following your lips as you pull off his softening cock before tucking him back into his sweats.
"Do you need to keep fixing it, or do you have time-"before you can even finish your question, Katsuki is lifting you off the floor and into his lap. His answer comes in the form of stuffing his hands down your pajama shorts.
have we talked about morning sex w/ bakugou? i'm sure we have but imma say it anyway bc the whole concept is domestic and fluffy to me sksks
— would rather not live at all than to live this life without you
bakugou katsuki x f!reader
cw: minors dni, very soppy in love relationship, yn stressed, morning sex, unprotected penetration, yn sucks his thumb, crybaby yn, bkg best boyf ever, princess/babe/good girl petnames
an: you didn’t even talk about it you just said the words ILL DO ALL THE WORK THEN !!! also i’m preparing for beyoncé so beyoncé title.
as soon as you succumb to consciousness, you roll out of bakugou’s arms to lay on your back.
“fuck.”
it’s you starting the day with a swear, a big sigh and the bottom of your palms in your eye sockets.
bakugou awakes the second you slip out his arms because even unconsciously he knows something is wrong with you. he blinks at you slowly like a loving cat, sleepy creases by his eyes and running his tongue across his teeth like he’s checking they’re all there.
“cuddle me, woman.” he grunts, head turned on the pillow to focus on your face.
you ignore him, “i’ve got so much shit to do today.” you’re groaning, pulling your hands off your face to look back at your lover.
he’s so handsome in the mornings.
“we need time apart. you’re startin’ to sound like me.”
“i thought we’ve already had the conversation that girls swear too.”
he’s still blinking at you, a slow smile rising on your faces.
“fuckin’ cuddle me, woman.”
bakugou even lifts his arm out of the warmth under the covers so you can slide your body beside his.
it’s an early morning staring contest that doesn’t last long at all before his eyes are drooping closed and you’re sinking into his warm cocoon.
you rest your cheek on his bare pectoral, he’s always a shirtless sleeper, cocking your leg across his waist where you can feel the fabric of his underwear. his arm is strong around you so you’ve got no chance of escaping.
“tell me what we’ve got to do today,” he breathes above you pressing a light kiss on your forehead.
another sigh passes you though your heart swells at the pronoun change. we, always we.
“work, maid of honour duties, more work, final assignments, my father has a list of things he wants from me, have to call my landlord, so many emails to reply to, i need to get my dress tailored for the event we’re going to next week…,” you trail off, your voice becoming shaky by the end.
you’re overwhelmed by everything. the change in your tone has bakugou opening his eyes to look down at you, pressing another kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back with his hand and squeezing your thigh.
“what can i help with, princess?” he rumbles and you peep up to look at him.
to anyone else he looks annoyed, frowny eyebrows, expression serious like he could curse you out and his jaw clenched. that’s not the truth though. you feeling upset makes him uncomfortable in a way he can’t explain. like there’s a nagging in his head that everything needs to be fixed. needs to be sorted so you can feel better again.
“n-nothing really. it’s all on me.”
you hug around his chest, focusing on the slope of his nose to distract you from his piercing eyes.
“send me the list your dad sent you. i can do whatever’s on that. i’ll give your dress to my usual tailor. don’t worry about that. we can call your landlord after we shower,” he states, no question about it. he nuzzles back into the pillow, swallowing and hugging you tighter.
bakugou makes everything feel possible and instantly, your mental list feels shorter. a weight off your shoulders.
“isn’t the wedding in six months? i’m sure they can wait on the colour of fuckin’ napkins. so, that leaves you your assignments and work,” bakugou inhales deeply like sorting out your life was an easy task.
then he rolls you on your back, still caught by slumber to rest his massive body on top of yours. he stuffs his head in your neck and begins laying kisses across the length of it. his hand sneaks under your camisole and just stays there.
“is that okay?” he grumbles, lips brushing against your neck, “you’re not swearin’ like a fuckin’ sailor anymore?”
“yes.”
“can’t hear you.”
“yes.”
“hm. just ask for help next time, babe.”
now your breath is shaky for a whole other reason. especially when the hand bakugou’s got resting on your chest is inching a little higher, curving around your side so he can rub his thumb under your breast. his kisses are slow, on your neck, your jawline, behind your ear. his lips are moist in the morning, nibbling on your earlobe and you can’t control the moan that erupts from you.
“i love you, katsuki,” you breathe, stretching your neck and arching your back to his touch.
he laughs rough on your neck. you needy under him is always his favourite sight to see. especially in the mornings where you’re all warm from your conjoined body heat, straps to your tank top falling off your shoulders and he’s already hard in his boxers from a dream he can’t remember. you smell good too and you always taste sweeter.
“love you too, princess.” and when you shuffle under him, you can feel his cock against your upper thigh. a blissful sigh flutters past your lips, your hand resting over his ass. he can cure your stress in more ways than one.
his face is stuffed in your neck making out with any bit of skin he can get on, minus your lips. for a moment, you pull bakugou’s face up, stopping the sweet sensation on your neck so he can look at you. you get lethargic ruby eyes staring at you, a hand on each of his cheeks. bakugou rests up on one forearm, his other hand squeezing at your breast.
“oh.”
the tiny smirk he gives you makes you cross your legs over each other.
“what’s up, pretty girl? got me starin’ at you.” he does as he says, studying your lips as you squish his cheeks between your hands.
“want a kiss.”
“i’ve been kissin’ you.” he smirks.
“on my lips, you loser.”
it’s too early to argue back and you’re too pretty in the morning for him to even want to. you’re the only person who can talk to him like this. the only person he wants to.
“i can do that. just for the lil tantrum you had.”
bakugou pecks your lips before you can argue. it’s never too early for you to.
“i didn’t have—,”
he kisses you again, deep. mouth pressed to yours, tongue out to suck on your bottom lip. he caresses your tit and it’s about time for him to begin grinding into you. you open your legs wider for him to fit, his cock rubbing across your centre.
you’re rocking into his body, tilting your hips so he gets you where you love. you’re koala hugging him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist and you’re about to moan into his mouth when bakugou pulls away.
“i didn’t have a lil tantrum,” you’re breathless, pressing your breasts into his chest, hand sneaking up to grasp his hair.
bakugou kisses your cheek, “you did and that’s fine. always gonna be here for you.” he rolls his hips into you, roughly yanking down his boxers to rub his bare cock against your clothed pussy. “you know that, don’t you?”
“don’t start being sweet or i’ll start crying.”
you hook two fingers in your panties, pulling them to the side and you both let out a moan when you touch. the two thick veins that run up his cock brush against your clit deliciously, you could write sonnets about how it makes you feel, the fireworks lighting up your insides.
“cry, then. i can handle that too, princess,” he grunts, biting down on his lip and trying hard not to focus too much on how he’s feeling. he cannot nut yet. “fuckin’ put me inside you.”
the slow grind makes you gasp. the sleepy coordinated rhythm you create together, the thickening sex filled air and the streak of golden sunlight through his curtains glowing across the sheets. you’re whining his name and he loves it. you grip his cock, circling your fingers around him and smiling when he twitches. you brush his cock head down your centre, collecting the wetness that had gathered from his slick kisses on your neck.
“y’so wet baby,” he moans into your ear and your hips jolt without meaning to, causing him to slip right into you.
“oh, ‘suki,” you hold him at the base to keep him in, your soft walls hugging him tight.
bakugou drops his head into your neck and begins to thrust, a steady pace that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. you feel him in your guts, pressing all the points you need and all the stress you had before doesn’t exist.
it’s sloppy and loud, wet pats that has bakugou growling in your neck.
“always gonna handle you, baby. y’gonna have no problems with me around,” teeth nibble at your jaw as his hips pick up speed. “g-gonna— fuck— gonna keep you fuckin’ happy.”
tears prickle at the corner of your eyes because of what he’s saying or how good he’s making you feel, you can’t decide yet.
“more, ‘suki,” you beg and bakugou knows exactly what you need.
“open up,” he murmurs and you open your mouth, your tongue on your lip.
he slides his thumb across your tongue, twitching inside of you when your lips circle around his finger. you hold eye contact with him because you know he loves when you do in this position. his ruby eyes stare into you with something you can only explain as love, adoration. completely secure that he will look after you in anyway you need.
“good girl,” he hums, as your cheeks concave in to suck. he notices the tears running down the side of your face. “you’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
then he slides his thumb out your mouth and pushes it between your legs to rub circles on your clit.
now you’re overwhelmed in a completely different way. your body is moving without any connection to your brain, all on instinct to reach the pleasure you’re begging for. your back arches from feeling so full, the concentration on your bud of nerves and your lover staring at you like you’re the only one to ever exist.
“oh, shit,” you’re close, so close. arms cross around his neck to pull him closer to you, that skin to skin still isn’t enough, “almost there, i love you so much ‘suki.”
your voice can do it alone for bakugou. paired with how you’re locking your ankles across his back so he can’t leave and you’re crying over him. he didn’t know he still had space to love you even more.
his voice is growly, vibrations that you can feel in your chest. “love you more than life. gonna keep you safe, urgh fu—,”
the cord inside you snaps, a squeal leaving your throat as your orgasm rushes through you. “oh my— katsuki,” you feel blood leave your toes, your brain fill with serenity and the warmth of your lover makes you feel protected. it’s a gorgeous feeling and he makes it last as long as possible, thrusting slowly with his fingers on your clit.
until bakugou bursts, coming right after you. he jolts thrice, leaking his come into you, so much it’s dripping out. he clutches onto your side, one arm holding himself up as you push his hair out his face so you can see his scrunched up expression.
“motherfucker,” he murmurs through clenched teeth and when he’s finally done he flops on top of you, all his body weight.
you stay like that for a minute, wiping any stray tears as he circles his arms around you. you would stay in this position for forever if you could just—
“breathe, can’t breathe katsuki,” you huff and he groans in your neck when he hears you.
he just holds on to your body, rolling over so you’re hugging on both your sides. he’s still limp inside of you.
he’s sleepy, always is after coming. lips bruised and slightly pouted on the pillow, eyes closed as his thumb rubs along the lace trim of your underwear.
you brush your fingers through his hair.
“i’m lucky to have you.”
“this has been a really soppy mornin’.” he whispers with an attitude so you pinch his side to have him perk up. his eyes snap open and he doesn’t mean to kiss your forehead but it’s right there.
“i said i’m lucky to have you,” you repeat seriously, counting the maroon flecks in his eyes, hoping he can see all the feelings you’re unable to explain.
“i’m lucky to have you too,” now he pecks your lips, “meant what i said earlier. no problems when i’m around.”
you feel loved, so swollen with it that again, tears are gathering at your waterline.
“no, no more tears. we’re gonna get cleaned up,” he brushes his thumb under your eye, “you’ve got calls to make and i’ve got dresses to deal with.”
“okay.” you nod, blinking the tears away.
then bakugou pulls out of you, adjusting your underwear so it won’t be as messy and then scoops you into his arms to plop you into the shower with him.
synopsis: other people know bakugo katsuki as rude, arrogant, and bratty. but only you get the privilege of seeing his softer side during your amusement park date.
⤷ he drives you there and takes you back home.
now, if you were any old friend of his, he wouldn’t have even bothered to take you anywhere, let alone drive you. but there’s something about you that makes him want to wrap you in a thousand blankets, tuck you into a blanket burrito, and protect you forever. he’ll make sure that you’re all buckled up and comfy before turning on the ignition and driving away. he’s very concentrated on driving, so you silently admire his side profile while humming to the song playing on the radio, slightly blushing at the way he puts his hand on your thigh. oh, and you and bakugo have a shared playlist you always listen to together <;3
⤷ he pays for everything.
even if you insist that you pay for some of the things, he’ll just tell you to shut up and let him handle it. he buys you the ticket, cute keychains and snacks, and even matching headbands. but if you’re as stubborn as he is, you’ll soon notice that your wallet has mysteriously disappeared! you frantically look around while he’s just smirking, before you realize it wasn’t actually missing, and he promises it’s safely tucked away somewhere. you demand it back, but your ‘scary’ face looks more like a pout than a scowl, one that makes the tip of his ears turn pink.
⤷ he brings homemade food.
he says the food is ‘too expensive and tastes shitty’ even though he’s loaded, so he always makes two lunchboxes filled with homemade goodies. it’s an honour to be able to taste something made by katsuki himself, but he also tones down the spiciness for your ‘weak-ass taste buds’. but in reality, he normally dumps the entire jar of spice on his food :((( but if you coo and ask him if he made yours special, he’ll deny it and curse at you, even if he spent two hours making the onigiri look like a cute bear.
he’ll also let you indulge in a couple of snacks, just as long as you give him a taste.
⤷ he holds your hand in lines and on rides.
unlike the usual over-the-top pda displaying couple, he’ll keep it to a minimum and just hold your hand. pray for anyone who bumps or tries to bud either of you, because his loud ass voice explosions will get you kicked out of the park. during rides, he pretends like he doesn’t give a fuck, but he’ll try and subtly lead you to the rides he wants to go on. oh, and if you’re terrified of rollercoasters, he’d either go on the more mild ones, like the spinning teacups or the carousel, or he’d be a bitch and take you to one of the highest rollercoasters. don’t worry, he’s there so you can cling onto him.
⤷ he wins you all of the prizes.
near the end of the day, you’re finishing the last of your cotton candy when you suddenly let go of his hand a run over to a stall. you fork over some cash and start playing the game, with him looking at you confusedly. however, after multiple failed events, you sigh dejectedly and decide to give up. “katsu, let’s just-“ you’re interrupted by your boyfriend, who unlike you, is surprisingly good at the games. you watch in amazement as he manages to pop all the balloons with a dart, shoot through all the mini basketball hoops, and toss every ring onto a pin. he even helps you win some of the games! you go home with two large bags of stuffies, much to your delight.
+ bonus!
as the day ends, you intertwine your hands with his as you rest your head on his shoulder. “thanks for the day ‘suki, you’re as sweet as cotton candy.” you whisper sleepily. “tch, you dumbass, it wasn’t that special.” he grumbles, but there’s a very obvious blush on his face. there’s also a… smile?
