katsuki who feels particularly bad after an argument. he can't even remember what it was about, only understands his own feelings enough to know that he doesn't want to make you feel like that again — he doesn't want to feel that distant from you ever again.
even after the problem is resolved through a heart to heart and make-up kisses, he wants to prove to you that he means it — and maybe quiet the voice in his head that yearns for reassurance while he's at it.
he memorizes your body for hours, cherishing it like it's been gone for too long. kisses littered all over your body, head between your thighs ... even just sitting on his haunches admiring the way your chest rises and falls ... anything he can do to erase the distance he's created in his head and make it up to you.
and in being so entranced with making you feel good, he ignores himself. rutting against silken sheets or the heel of his palm if it means his tongue can please you for just a few more minutes. whispering against the inside of your thighs about how 'sorry' he is, while his voice falters.
it isn't until you forcibly pull his head from between your legs that you realize he's a goner — eyes puffed up, mouth bruised hues of red, and his cock sitting painstakingly trapped in his boxers. nodding in reassurance that he deserves to feel good too, and practically begging him to let you take care of him in return.
he's an incohearant mess by the end of it. his forehead practically glued to yours, with all semblance of restraint disappearing after every thrust. he barely makes it 15 minutes before he's chewing on his lip, willing himself not to finish first.
katsuki who can't bear the thought of losing you in a world that feels incomplete without you.
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Love your katsuki fanfics I be gooning to them for real I was wondering if you could do these suggestions I have😛
. Morning Sex
. Spanking
. Period sex raw
. Tongue fucking ear
half-blown fuse -‘๑’- (2.3k) a/n: ty for the suggestion! if u check my bakugo masterlist pretty often new ones will pop up!!! and ill also write more with the other suggestions!
pairing. k.bakugo x fem!reader
cw. explicit sexual content, somnophilia themes (consensual, both awake), morning breath/hair realism, rough language, unprotected sex (fantasy), established relationship dynamics, mild possessiveness.
summary: Grumpy, half-asleep Katsuki refuses to let you leave your bed. Despite morning breath, messy hair, and an early meeting looming, his raw need for her wins her over.
The alarm doesn't wake him. Explosions wouldn't wake him. But your movement does. A subtle shift of the mattress, the whisper of sheets, and Katsuki Bakugo's hand shoots out with the reflexes of a trained hero, clamping around your wrist before your brain even registers that he's conscious.
"Where the fuck," he mumbles into his pillow, voice gravel-rough and slurred with sleep, "do you think you're going?"
You don't bother answering. It's too early, the sun barely filtering through the blackout curtains, and you've learned that pre-coffee Katsuki operates on a different plane of existence. One where communication is 90% physical violence and 10% unintelligible grunting.
You try to pull away. His grip tightens.
"Katsuki," you whisper, "I need to pee."
"Don't care." He hauls you backward with embarrassing ease, your body sliding across the sheets until you're flush against him. "Stay."
He's warm. Uncomfortably, impossibly warm, like lying next to a furnace. You know it's his quirk, the nitroglycerin in his sweat keeping his baseline temperature higher than normal, but in the cocoon of blankets with the heater still kicking, it's almost too much. Almost.
"You're burning up," you murmur, but you don't pull away.
"You're cold," he counters, which is a lie. You're sweating now. But he says it against the back of your neck, his mouth finding your pulse point with the lazy precision of muscle memory. His arm bands around your waist, heavy and possessive, and you feel it then. The hard length of him pressed against your lower back, insistent and unapologetic.
"Seriously?" You can't help the laugh that escapes. "It's six in the morning."
"So?" He doesn't open his eyes. His hair is a disaster, you know without looking. Spiky blond strands sticking in every direction, crushed flat on one side from the pillow. He hasn't brushed his teeth. He probably smells like sleep and anger. "Problem?"
"You've got morning wood and suddenly you're possessive?"
"Not suddenly." His hand slides down your stomach, slow and proprietary, stopping just below your navel. "Always. Just too tired to pretend otherwise."
There's something intoxicating about him like this. Defenses down, filters off, the prickly edges of his personality dulled to a blunt, sleepy hunger. Daytime Katsuki would snarl and posture. Daytime Katsuki would make you beg, would fight for dominance, would turn it into a competition. But this version, the one that exists in the gray space between dreams and consciousness, is honest in a way that startles you.
His fingers drift lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, and you catch his wrist. "Katsuki, we have that meeting at eight. We need to shower, eat, I still need to…"
"Shut up." He nudges his hips forward, grinding against you, and you feel the full-body shudder that runs through him. "Five minutes. Give me five fucking minutes."
It's not a request. It's not even really a demand.
You turn in his arms, facing him, and his eyes slit open. Crimson and hazy, pupils blown wide. He looks wrecked already, lips parted, breath coming in shallow pants, and you haven't even touched him yet.
"You're a mess," you whisper, reaching up to smooth his hair. It springs back immediately, defiant.
"Don't care." He captures your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and no technique, messy and uncoordinated, his tongue sweeping in without preamble. He tastes like sleep, like the mint toothpaste from last night faded into something uniquely him, and you should care about the morning breath, about the drool on his pillow, about the fact that you both desperately need to shower, but you don't.
You don't care at all.
His hands are everywhere. Rough, impatient, pulling at your underwear until the fabric tears. You gasp against his mouth, and he swallows the sound, growling low in his throat.
"Off," he grunts, shoving the ruined fabric down your legs. "Now."
"Impatient…"
"Been dreaming about you," he cuts in, the admission rough and halting. "All fucking night. Couldn't get deep enough to forget." His hand finds you, fingers sliding through your folds with shocking confidence for someone barely conscious, and he groans when he finds you already wet. "There you are. There you fucking are."
"Katsuki…"
He rolls on top of you, settling between your thighs with the weight and heat of him blanketing you completely. His elbows bracket your head, caging you in a sanctuary of warmth and muscle, and he stares down at you with an intensity that belies his exhaustion.
"Look at me," he demands, even though your eyes are already locked. "Don't close your eyes. Want to see you."
He tears your underwear off with a grunt of impatience, the fabric giving way under his rough hands. The cool morning air hits your exposed skin, making you shiver, but then he's sliding down your body and his heat replaces it. His mouth leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses across your stomach, your hip, the inside of your thigh. He nudges your legs apart with his shoulders, settling between them like he belongs there, and you feel his breath ghost over your sensitive flesh a second before his tongue is on you.
"Fuck," he mumbles against your skin, the vibration making you jerk. "Already wet. Knew you would be."
His first lick is slow, deliberate, from bottom to top with the flat of his tongue, and your head falls back against the pillow with a moan. He's messy about it, unhurried, his stubble scratching your inner thighs as he works you open. He circles your entrance with the tip of his tongue, teasing, before pushing inside, fucking you with shallow strokes that have your hands flying to his hair, gripping the spiky blond strands.
"Katsuki," you gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily, but his hands clamp down on your thighs, holding you still.
"Stay," he orders, his voice rough and muffled. "Let me. Been thinking about this."
He drags his tongue up to your clit, circling it with lazy precision that has you whimpering and rocking against his mouth despite his grip. He sucks the sensitive bud between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, and your vision whites out, your back bowing off the bed. The pleasure is sharp and intense, building too fast, and just as you're about to tip over the edge, he pulls back.
"Don't," you beg, your voice breaking. "Don't stop, I'm so close—"
"I know," he says, looking up at you with those hazy crimson eyes, his chin shining with your arousal. His expression is smug even through the sleep-heavy haze, that familiar arrogant tilt to his mouth. "That's why I'm stopping. Want you out of your mind before I let you come."
He pushes two fingers into you without warning, curling them to find that spot that makes you see stars, and his mouth returns to your clit, sucking hard. You cry out, your hands gripping the sheets, your body trembling as he works you with fingers and tongue, driving you higher and higher only to back off again, keeping you teetering on the precipice. He's relentless, his free hand pinning your hip down when you try to grind against his face, his grip bruising and possessive.
"Please," you sob, tears pricking at your eyes. "Katsuki, please, I can't—"
"Can't what?" He looks up at you again, his lips swollen and wet, his hair sticking up in every direction. "Can't take it? Too much for you?"
"Need to come," you whimper. "Please let me—"
"Not yet." He withdraws his fingers slowly, watching your face as you clench around nothing, and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that vibrates through your core. "Need to taste you properly first."
He goes back in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue flattening against you, licking broad stripes that have you thrashing against the mattress. He moans into your flesh, the sound desperate and hungry, like he can't get enough, like he's starving for you. The vibration pushes you closer, your orgasm building again, and this time he doesn't stop. He sucks your clit between his lips and fucks you with his tongue, his nose pressing against your pubic bone, and you're coming with a scream that tears from your throat, your body convulsing, your hands gripping his hair so tight it must hurt.
He doesn't let up, working you through it, lapping at you until you're oversensitive and pushing at his shoulders. "Stop," you gasp. "Katsuki, stop, I can't—"
He pulls back with a satisfied smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good?"
"Fuck you," you breathe, still trembling.
"Planning on it." He crawls back up your body, kissing you deep so you can taste yourself on his tongue, sharp and metallic and intimate. He rolls onto his back, taking you with him, and you find yourself straddling his hips, his cock hard and hot against your ass. "But first," he grunts, his hands guiding you down, "your turn."
You slide down his body, your hands braced on his thighs, and take him into your mouth. He hisses through his teeth, his head falling back against the pillow, his abdominal muscles jumping under your palms. "Fuck. Fuck, just like that."
He's thick and heavy on your tongue, tasting like sleep and salt and him. You hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock, and he groans long and low, his hips bucking up before he catches himself. "Sorry," he mumbles, his hand finding your hair, not guiding, just holding. "Fuck, sorry, you just—your mouth—"
You pull back slowly, swirling your tongue around the tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum there, and he shudders, his fingers tightening in your strands. "Don't tease," he warns, his voice cracking. "Not this morning. Too close already."
You ignore him, taking him deep again, your hand working the base of what you can't fit, your other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He curses, a stream of filth falling from his lips, his hips thrusting up into your mouth in small, uncontrolled movements. "Good girl," he breathes, his eyes half-closed, watching you with that heavy, possessive gaze. "So fucking good for me. Taking all of me like that. You little slut, you love this, don't you? Love having my cock in your mouth first thing in the morning."
You hum your agreement, the vibration making him groan and grip your hair tighter. You set a rhythm, bobbing your head, your tongue working the underside, your hand twisting on the upstroke. He's panting now, his chest heaving, his skin flushed and gleaming with sweat. You can feel him twitching in your mouth, getting closer, and you double your efforts, wanting to push him over, wanting to taste him.
"Stop," he gasps suddenly, tugging at your hair. "Stop, I'm gonna—fuck, I'm gonna—"
You pull off with a wet sound, your hand still working his base, and look up at him. His face is wrecked, his eyes blown wide, his lips parted as he pants for breath. "Want you to," you say, your voice rough. "Want to taste you."
"Not like this," he grits out, his hands under your arms, hauling you back up his body. "Want to come inside you. Want to feel you around me when I do."
He kisses you again, filthy and deep, his tongue sweeping through your mouth, his hips bucking up against you, his cock sliding through your folds, teasing, seeking. "Need to be inside you," he demands against your lips, his voice desperate and raw. "Now. Please."
The please does you in. You reach between you, guide him to your entrance, and sink down onto him with a moan that tears from both your throats.
"Fuck," he breathes, his forehead dropping to yours. "Fuck, you feel…" He cuts himself off with a shaky exhale, his hips twitching in small, aborted movements like he's fighting for control. "So fucking good. Always so fucking good for me."
He starts moving. Slow, rolling thrusts that hit deep, that grind against that spot inside you with devastating precision. He's not rushing, despite what he said about five minutes. He's savoring, his eyes half-closed, his expression slack with pleasure, and you realize with a jolt that he's still mostly asleep. Operating on instinct, on need, on the pure animal part of his brain that knows you belong to him.
"More," you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Katsuki, please…"
"Got you," he mumbles, his rhythm picking up. "I've got you. Just… just let me…"
His hand finds yours, their fingers intertwining, and he presses your joined hands into the pillow above your head. The gesture is tender and possessive all at once, and he fucks you with increasing urgency, the bed creaking beneath you, the sound of skin on skin filling the quiet morning air.
"Close," he grits out, his hips stuttering. "You close? Tell me you're close."
"Yes… yes, I'm…"
"Come with me." It's not a request. It's a command, delivered in that rough, sleep-thick voice. "Now. Right fucking now."
He reaches between you, his thumb finding your clit, and presses down hard as he thrusts deep. So deep you see stars. Your orgasm crashes over you without warning, a wave of pleasure that has you crying out, your body clamping down around him, your back arching so hard it hurts.
He follows immediately, burying his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans long and low, spilling inside you with a shudder that wracks his entire frame.
For a long moment, neither of you moves. He stays buried in you, his weight heavy and grounding, his breath hot against your skin. You can feel his heart hammering against your chest, slowly evening out, and you run your fingers through his hair, petting him back toward sleep.
"Five minutes," you whisper, "turned into twenty."
"Don't care," he mumbles, already drifting. "Worth it."
You should get up. You should shower, dress, prepare for the day. But his arms tighten around you, his grip possessive even in sleep, and you know he won't let you go without a fight.
So you stay, tangled in sheets and sweat and each other, watching the sun climb higher through the curtains, and let the world wait.
☆ Katsuki Bakugo x female Reader
☆ ( headcanon series )
☆ ( 18+ ) time skip characters/ aged-up, mentions of sex, sexually graphic content, bitting, degrading, Bakugo is a changed man ❯❯❯❯ MHA Masterlist || MAIN Masterlist
- It was by fucking chance that you and Bakugo somehow started dating. It wasn't quite an expectation among everyone that Bakugo, of all people, had feelings. Even so, they've always come to terms that you were the most suitable for him.
- Months into the relationship, intimacy felt stagnant but not nonexistent. He wouldn't kiss you in public or be all sweet with you. The most he would do is hold your hand or keep a close proximity between the two of you. Of course, you both kiss and have other surface-level affections in private. But even so, you weren't the type to demand public affection from him.
- I think that's why Bakugo was secretly hoping for some intimate progression; I mean, it wasn't frustration; far from it. But Bakugo wasn't fucking clueless; he knows what couples do.
- But his pride was too fucking high to beg for sex; he wasn't planning on looking elsewhere or finding the means to jerk off because he already had a gorgeous girlfriend.
- It wasn't hard to figure out by just how Bakugo looks at you every time he comes over to stay the night. It was that deep attraction that he had for you, but even still, his self-restraint was impressive given how long you both have been together. This is why you've decided to take the leap in this.
"I think we waited long enough, Kats." You spoke out.
- Bakugo's head whips towards you. "What are you saying, huh??" He says in that irritable confusion.
"Let's have sex."
- You've never seen how fast his cheeks fade from pink to ruby. You caught him off guard, and by that you're now responsible for the next couple of advancements because you quite frankly stiffen this man.
- Bakugo is a hard-ass, but intimacy felt surprisingly easy. Melting soft kisses into a more heated exchange was almost elementary. A firm hand on your waist trailing down to your ass as your weight is pushed into his chest.
- A protruding warmth seeps into the soft flesh of your ass; his mouth moves around the area of your neck down to your chest.
- Bakugo is a definite biter; he doesn't go too hard, just enough to leave marks. If he may bite down too hard, he soothes it by licking the area he bit into.
- Once you both are getting real into intimacy, you uncover more to Bakugo and sex. Not only he is a biter, he's also a grinder. Every time you're on his lap, he likes to press your weight down and, in doing so, tempting you to put friction between the both of you.
- He loves the firmness of touch since he's not much of a shower in public.
"C'mere...don't you fucking think about pulling away."
- He loves long sex. It is one of the deeper luxuries of having him as a boyfriend; if you have a strong libido, Katsuki Bakugo is yours to handle.
- Often during intimacy he likes holding you in some way. A firm hand on your back, hips, waist, or even hands. He fucks you hard, so it's a given to hold you close or allow you to hold on to him.
"Keep a firm grip... you aren't slipping away."
- He tends to accidentally activate his quirk, not a lot, but sometimes you would feel soft bites from his sparks flickering on your skin.
- Bakugo isn't an egomaniac; he has already grown out of his old self, but it does stroke his ego just a bit whenever you complain about him being too big. Either from sucking him off or from taking him in.
- For Bakugo, he loves having you on your back or having you ride him. Again, he likes long sex, which means sex isn't always fast. He likes steady and slow paces too. When he's lying on the bed while you're on top, he loves seeing you all enjoying yourself.
- If the mood is right and if it was just quiet enough that only you both can exist in the moment. Sex would last for hours. From the couch to the wall, then to the shower and to the bed. With him, he's not letting you go.
- He's fucking mean, and you love it. He degrades you in Bakugo fashion. Words laced in demeaning taunts and teasing as he keeps drilling into you. All you can do is let him have his fucking way in this joint sexual venture.
"You like that, huh? Smiling while you're fucking arched... hey, don't look away now; I won't let you forget this."
- He's fucking. One thing is for fucking sure. Every time he has you under or over him, he really is into your body. So he doesn't take any self-doubt from you; he's into you, hard.
"I fucking love you, ye hear..."
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ || Author's Note: Denki or Shoto... I wonder who....
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"you're disgusting," as you wrap your legs around his ass. "stop cumming in me-- oh, my god--"
"Stop cumming on my cock!" he's ramming into you as hard as he can, slamming the headboard into the wall with every stroke. "cant pull out when you're dr-dripping down my balls and... god, fuck, when your body does that-"
his head dips down to suck your tits into his mouth and the sensation makes your body twitch and kick-
warmth pulses inside you
"I can feel it, that's so gross," you whine. "i hate you-"
Sometimes Bakugou gives you a profession heads up when he’s away.
He’ll text you while he’s at work:
“I will eat your pussy when I come home. ETA is 9:35pm.”
It’s so weird because it feels like a start to an email. Sure, sometimes he’ll surprise you. There are times when he thinks he’s too tired to even tell you about his day. He gets home and sees you waiting for him in his house, on his couch, in his clothes. He just can’t help himself.
If you try to object, you could practically hear the annoyance in his text.
“No, you did yesterday. Let me treat you.”
“ETA is now 8:40pm. I will get off sooner since I’m ahead on damage reports. Do not argue with me.”
There’s not much you can do besides appreciate the warning. But if he finds out you’ve done anything to delay his schedule, he’ll have to stop giving you a heads up.
people always talk about someone getting fucked stupid but what about a top going stupid while fucking someone? their brain shuts off and they just become a horny mutt with the only goal of getting off as hard as they can, breeding their sub. incoherent whimpers and moans of pure lust and desire. just a thought
꒰ 爆豪勝己 ꒱ › katsuki hates being loud in bed. mdni.
pro hero! bakugo x fem! reader. unprotected piv
for someone who’s so loud and cocky, katsuki is surprisingly quiet in bed. because he hates the sounds he makes, finds his own whimpers and groans pathetic and weak. he hates the way his control dissolves, the way his body betrays him with hitched breaths and feeble groans. every time a whimper ‘threatens’ to spill from his lips, he’s gulping it down, jaw clenched so tight it aches.
he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow the moans building in his own chest. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, not just to taste you, but to make sure you’re so full of him that no sound can escape.
“kats breathe,” you gasp when he finally lets you up for air.
“shut up,” he snarls, but there’s no heat beneath his words.
when you finally sink down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch, his whole body goes rigid. a sharp hiss falls through his gritted teeth, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if in shame. you can feel the vibration of his groan against your throat, a guttural sound he tries so, so hard to kill.
“fuck,” he breathes, a mere puff of air against your glistening skin. his hips remain still, even as his cock throbs inside you
when you start to ride him, his hands fly from your hips to your ass, then to your shoulders, anywhere he can get purchase, as if he’s physically trying to hold himself together. his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. you can hear the struggle in every inhale. his crimson eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration that has everything to do with not falling apart.
you love watching him like this. you love being the one to unravel him. you pick up the pace, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him wild, and you feel the tremor that starts in his thighs, the way his calloused fingers dig bruises into your perfect skin.
a sound that’s half-gasp, half-whimper, bubbles up, and katsuki immediately clamps his mouth down on your shoulder — using your body to silence his own.
he’s drunk on the copper leaking from your broken skin. he presses soothing kisses to your shoulder and it makes you clench even harder around him. that’s what finally makes him break. a moan tears from his throat, muffled by your flesh but unmistakable. a vulnerable sound that’s completely at odds with the explosive hero he is by day. it’s sound of him stripped of all his defenses
and he hates it. you can feel the way he freezes for a moment, horrified by his own lack of control. “don’t—”
“don’t what ? don’t stop ?” you tease, rolling your hips again.
“stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” he’ll grumble, turning his face away even as his hands white-knuckle your hips, pulling you closer.
but you’re not having it. you reach back, tangling your fingers in his sweat-damp blond hair, and pull his gaze towards yours. “let me hear you,” you murmur “wanna hear how good i make you feel.”
“no,” he shakes his head, stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut. “can’t. it’s too damn embarrassing.”
“it’s hot” you counter, “you’re hot katsuki. now let me hear you.”
“don’t — hah — say shit like that” he groans. his hips, now freed from their self-imposed prison, thrust up to meet yours. his moans become more frequent, little whimpers and moans he can’t swallow, each one is followed by a tightening of his jaw, a rosy flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.
“that’s it kats,” you encourage, “just like that.”
when you lean back, changing the angle just so, that he finally, truly surrenders. his eyes fly open, wide and glazed with pleasure, and his mouth falls slack. a string of curses,spills from his lips. “fuuuck . . . you’re so—hck— damn you”
his face is completely red, and he’s so, so loud but he’s past the point of caring. his hips slam into yours, his movements losing all finesse, driven purely by need
“gonna. . fuck, baby. . i’m gonna—” he chokes out, and it’s the most warning you’ve ever gotten from him.
he cums with a strangled cry, your name a wanton mess on his lips. his whole body all but arches off the bed. the sounds he makes are muffled by your skin, but you feel them all the same—the whimpers, the groans, the exhausted panting. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and the pounding of your own heart.
then, slowly, he relaxes, his body going limp against yours. you know he’s replaying every sound, every whimper, and cringing. you card your fingers through his hair, holding him close, and wait. eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your sternum before muttering against your skin, “that’s never gonna happen again”
you don’t have to say anything. you just smile, because you know that next time, when you’re skin against skin and joined together as one, you’ll break his silence all over again.
katsuki with a shy girl who only lets him eat her out if he has a blanket over his head...
he tried to do it a couple times before, only to be met with your thighs clenched around his head and your face stuffed in a pillow — pulling him up by the collar of his shirt as you ignore the ache between your thighs and mutter that he "doesn't have to do that"
and katsuki knows what he can do, prides himself on knowing how to eat pussy, how to make his girl feel good — and he's determined to get to the bottom of this.
so, the next time he's kissing down the valley of your cleavage and feels his hair being tugged as he reaches for your waistband, he decides enough is enough.
"why won't you let me do this"
your hands loosen their grip in his hair, "katsuki—"
"please, you're killing me here" he mutters, bringing one of your hands towards his lips as he kisses your palm, "just wanna make you feel good"
it's clear he wasn't taking your excuses this time, especially when he can see your slick soaking the thin fabric of your panties when his mouth gets just a little too close.
so, you give him an ultimatum...
and katsuki's mouth is ruthless, as if he's been depraved from something so divine all his life — because he has. his head bobbing under the sheets as he listens to your stifled moans. he comes up for air between licks, forehead dewy and hair stuck to his face as he watches you with glossy eyes.
and katsuki never complains, cause if this is the only way to have you as loud as he wants you to be — he'll choose that damn blanket every time.
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⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (oral - f receiving; overstimulation; dry humping; bakugou is drunk; drunk sex); drunk/alcohol; fluff
⋆ WORD COUNT: 2.8K
A/N: love me some needy bakugou. idk why i went this route but it was the first thing that came to me
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As you brushed your teeth for the night, you felt like you were going to snap your toothbrush in half. The previous day you had gotten into an argument with Bakugou that blew up way more than either of you had anticipated. You were supposed to be going on a date when Bakugou got a call from his agency to go into the office to finish some reports. And that idiot went to his agency instead of going out with you.
You were frustrated because it’s one thing to go and help people who were being attacked by villains by bailing on you for some office work? It was annoying as hell, but Bakugou didn’t see it the same way.
As you finished up in the bathroom, you turned all your lights off, crawling into bed and getting ready to go to sleep. Bakugou hadn’t texted you all day, which also pissed you off but that was another issue.
Just as you were about to fall asleep, a loud banging knock on your door made you flinch awake. You groaned, turning over to your other side and ignoring whoever was at your door. Unfortunately, the knocking continued and you started getting annoyed as you got out of bed and walked to your door.
Living in a sketchy area and living on your own was scary enough but for whatever reason your apartment didn’t have a peephole and there was no way you were about to answer the door wearing one of Bakugou’s shirts and panties and nothing else.
You leaned your ear against the door once the knocking ceased and that was when you heard an oh so familiar voice drawl out, “Y/N… Baby, open up…”
You scowled, unlocking the door and whipping it open. “What do you want, Katsu–”
You stopped mid-sentence as you took in Bakugou’s stature. He was slumped against your doorframe and the hiccup he let out as well the smell he was giving off gave away exactly what had happened. “Are you drunk?”
“No,” Bakugou mumbled as his crimson eyes raked down your body.
You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious with the way he was staring. “Of course you are, look at you. You don’t drink. What the hell happened?”
Bakugou continued to just stare and blink at you and he brought a hand up to your door frame to hold himself up. “You’re so beautiful…”
You rolled your eyes. This was going to be a long night. “Get inside.”
When he didn’t move you grabbed his hand, pulling him inside and closing the door. You led him to your couch and pushed him back and he let out a groan. “Don’t move,” you ordered him and went to your kitchen to get him a glass of water.
Bakugou just hummed as you filled up a glass for him. You walked back and sat beside him, holding the glass to his lips. “Drink.”
“Help me,” he said with a lazy smile and you wanted to slap that stupid smile off his face.
You huffed and put a hand to his chin, tilting his chin back as he drank half of the glass. When he indicated he had finished, you set the glass aside and turned to face him. “Come on, let’s get to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”
You stood up, expecting him to follow you but Bakugou grabbed ahold of your hand and pulled you back so you fell onto his lap. You let out a yelp, looking over your shoulder wide eyed. “Katsuki, what the hell!”
Bakugou pressed his cheek to your back, his arms wrapped around you to hold you down and prevent you from leaving. “I miss you…”
“You saw me yesterday. And you didn’t miss me enough to text or call all day,” you said with annoyance.
“I know… but I still miss you,” Bakugou murmured. You didn’t respond and after a beat Bakugou mumbled, “Hold me.”
“What?”
“Please,” Bakugou whispered and you were taken aback. You’d never seen him act this way before.
You decided to give in a little and you turned to the side and put an arm around his shoulders, looking down at him. His eyelids were blinking so slowly and he smiled up at you. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Why did you drink? You never drink,” you said.
Bakugou shrugged and leaned his chin on your torso as he peered up at you. “Guys at the agency went out for drinks… I went with ‘em… Kept thinkin’ ‘bout you,” he mumbled, his words short and choppy.
You narrowed your brows at him. He was acting uncharacteristically adorable and you were trying your hardest to be stern with him. “I’m still mad at you.”
Bakugou jutted out his bottom lip and you stifled a laugh. Never in your life would you have imagined Bakugou Katsuki would be pouting at you. “I’m sorry,” he uttered so softly as his arms wound tighter around your waist.
You ran a hand through his hair. “Apologize when you’re sober. Let’s go to bed.”
When you tried to get up, Bakugou pulled you back onto his lap. “Kats, let go.”
“No.”
“You’re acting like a child!”
He pressed his cheek to your body. “I’m not lettin’ you go till you forgive me.”
You sighed in frustration. “You’re drunk. An apology means nothing right now.”
“P-Please forgive me,” Bakugou sputtered and you froze. When you looked down at him you were shocked to see tears had welled in his eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Don’t leave me.”
You turned to face him once more. “I was never going to leave you. We just got into a fight.”
“You don’t mean that…”
You held his face in your hands. “I’m not leaving you, Katsuki.”
Bakugou considered you for a moment. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Bakugou’s gaze went down to your lips. “...Kiss me.”
“No, you’re drunk.”
“I don’t care,” Bakugou uttered in a rush and grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in, your lips meeting his.
Despite wanting to fight him, you couldn’t help but melt into his touch. You turned your body, swinging one leg over his so you were straddling him. Your thumb brushed his cheek as his hands gripped your hips. Your lips moved against his and the minute you felt his dick harden beneath you, you came back to reality and pulled away from him.
“Okay, that’s enough,” you stated.
Bakugou groaned, nearly whining. He tightened his grip around your waist and pressed his cheek to your chest. “No, you’re not leavin’ me.”
He leaned up and kissed the base of your neck and you laughed. “Okay, okay, I won’t leave.”
You shook your head at him and he gave you another lazy smile. “So what, we’re gonna stay here all night?”
“I don’t care where I am ‘long as you’re there.”
“What’s gotten into you? Why’re you saying these things?”
“‘Cause I love you,” he said matter-of-factly, letting out a small hiccup. He swallowed. “And I need you.”
Before you could question what he meant, your eyes widened when you felt his dick get harder and harder and you hadn’t even moved a muscle. He kissed you again and you sighed against his lips, deciding to throw caution to the wind and lean into his kiss. He moaned against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled your shirt up so your panties and your clothed pussy were in direct contact with his crotch.
He rocked your hips against his using his hands and you held back a moan as you felt his bulge rub against your clit through your panties. Bakugou’s breath hitched and you pulled away slightly, pressing your forehead to his. As much as you were screaming at yourself mentally, telling yourself to not give in so easily especially since you hadn’t fully addressed the argument you had the day prior, the feeling of his clothed cock against you was too overwhelming to consider anything else.
You noticed Bakugou’s breathing getting quicker as he ground you down onto him faster. “W-Wait, Kats, you’re going to–”
“No, don’t stop please,” he practically begged as your wetness left patches on his pants. “Fuck, feels so fuckin’ good.”
“Really?” You asked, running a hand through his hair as you moved your hips along with his movements. Bakugou nodded and your body was getting hot and it was getting harder to mute how aroused you were. You looked down at him, taking in his scrunched brows and how his lips parted as he let out small gasps and whimpers. “Are you gonna come, Kats?” You said, your voice low.
“Fuck, yes,” Bakugou moaned, throwing his head back. You held onto his neck as you ground down onto his hardened cock faster and harder and Bakugou’s breathing got faster by the second.
Then he wound his arms around you, burying his face in your chest as he let out a prolonged groan. Before you could realize what had happened, you felt a sudden warmth in his crotch and it sure as hell wasn’t your arousal on him.
Your eyes widened. “Did you really just–” You cut yourself off because it was evident what had just happened: you had made Bakugou come in his pants just from dry humping him.
He leaned his head back on your couch, his chest rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath.You didn’t know he’d actually come in that moment. You bit the inside of your cheek. As aroused as you were, the right thing to do was to get him in bed.
“Okay. Now let’s get to bed,” you said but Bakugou didn’t loosen his grip around you.
“No,” he said.
“Katsuki, what else could you possibly want right now? I’ve entertained you enough.”
“No,” Bakugou repeated himself. Then he glanced down at your wet panties. “You didn’t come.”
Your body tensed up. “I don’t have to. Let’s just go to sleep.”
“Mm,” Bakugou said, continued to stare at your clothed pussy and not register a word you had said. “I need a taste.”
Before you could say anything else, you let out a yelp as he stood up, throwing you over his shoulder in the process. He definitely was sobering up because there was no way a drunk man could ever have such balance and dexterity.
“Katsuki!” You exclaimed as he kicked your bedroom door open. He nearly threw you down onto your bed and you looked up at his determined expression.
He pinned your wrists down with his hands as he hovered over you. “What’re you doing?”
“Lemme taste you,” Bakugou said, dipping his head down and planting kisses on your neck. His hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers resting right under your breasts.
You bit your lip as you did your best to suppress your moans. “B-But you’re drunk.”
“No, I’m not,” Bakugou mumbled against your skin.
“Don’t lie.”
He lifted his head, resting his forehead on yours. “You’re fuckin’ drippin’ right now and I need to taste your pussy or I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”
He waited until you spoke. After a long moment you finally caved. “Fi–”
Bakugou didn’t even wait for you to finish as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and practically ripped them off. “Katsuki, I didn’t even finish!”
Bakugou completely ignored you, as if something had taken over his body and possessed him. He knelt in front of you, burying his head between your thighs. His hands gripped your thighs and he draped your legs over his shoulders.
You choked on your breath when his lips latched onto your clit. Your hands reached out and grabbed his hair as his lips started sucking your clit, his tongue darting out and licking up every drop of your arousal. It was like he was quite literally eating your pussy.
“K-Kats,” you whimpered and he moaned into your folds, as if he was the one getting head in that moment.
Normally Bakugou liked to take his time when he was licking and sucking on you, wanting your climax to come gradually. But that night he was desperate, like he hadn’t tasted you in years and he finally was granted a drop.
“Fuck,” he mumbled against you as he gripped your thighs even tighter in his hands. You began to pant, practically writhing in pleasure beneath him. Bakugou’s tight grip on you held you down. “Tastes so fuckin’ good…”
“I-I’m gonna– ngh–” You moaned, clutching his hair in your fists. Your orgasm rolled throughout your body and Bakugou lapped up every drop of come that surged out of you, his tongue darting in and out of your entrance.
You assumed he’d be done at that point, that he’d be satisfied and finally fall asleep after that. So you were surprised when he pulled away for only a moment only to bury himself back in between your thighs, his lips sucking on your clit again.
“W-Wait, Kats–” You stuttered, sitting up slightly and sliding yourself back.
“Mm,” Bakugou hummed, completely ignoring you as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you back to him. “Need more…” He murmured as his tongue dipped out and licked a stripe between your folds.
Your clit was still sensitive due to just orgasming but Bakugou was getting pussydrunk off of you. “Kats– it’s t-too much,” you whimpered, gripping his hair as he made out with your pussy, his lips lazily sucking on your puffy, aching bud while his tongue swiped up and down, in and out of you.
“Tastes so good,” Bakugou mumbled against you, his fingers digging into your thighs to prevent you from writhing against him. The pleasure was overwhelming and you felt like your body was on fire.
“I-I’m gonna– fuck–” You cursed, tears pricking your eyes as you bit your lip. Moans spilled out of your mouth as your body tingled. It was like Bakugou was starving and you were the closest thing to a meal in his vicinity.
And if he knew how overstimulated you were, he definitely didn’t show it as his lips sloppily ate you out like it was his personal mission to drink up every drop of arousal that came out of you.
It didn’t take long for another orgasm to flush through your body and one hand gripped the sheets while your other hand nearly tore out strands of Bakugou’s ash blonde hair from his scalp. “Oh my god,” you panted, your heart hammering in your chest like it was about to jump out of your body.
Bakugou finally pulled away from you and you let out a whimper when he unlatched his lips from your clit. “You’re insane, Kats,” you said, rubbing your eyes to rid them of your tears. “I can’t believe– you made me come twice–” You said as you sat up.
Your legs and crotch still tingled, the remnants and waves of your second orgasm still lingering. And you expected Bakugou to be lying on his side, blabbering something in his drunken stupor. That was why you were shocked when you saw that he was passed out.
He had eaten you out so well he made himself fall asleep.
You bursted out laughing as you looked at him, curled on his side, eyes shut, with his chest rising and falling steadily. You ran a hand through his hair and he didn’t even move or make a sound.
“Can’t believe you fell asleep,” you murmured, inching out of bed.
It was way too late in the night and you were sure Bakugou had to work the next day. So you did your best to get him out of his clothes and clean up his mess from earlier. He groaned when you moved him around and when you wiped his mouth and face with a towel, he instinctively swatted your hands away and rubbed his face into the bed.
“Kats, you can’t sleep at the foot of the bed. Sleep on the pillows,” you said, attempting to shake him awake to at least sleep properly.
But he didn’t move a muscle. Which meant you’d have to take matters into your own hands.
Quickly you realized there was no way you were going to be able to drag Bakugou up the bed, which was your brilliant plan; the man was way too heavy and muscular to be moved, especially while drunk.
So you simply shook him until he had no choice but to wake up.
“What?” He groaned, his voice already raspy.
You pointed at the pillows. “Bed.”
Bakugou sighed and crawled under the covers with his eyes closed, collapsing on top of the pillows. You let out a breath of relief as you laid beside him, exhaustion finally hitting you.
Bakugou inched closer to you, two strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you close to him so your back pressed against his chest. His hands slipped underneath your shirt, one hand on your stomach and one hand held your breast.
He kissed your neck before whispering in your ear, “Lemme get another taste of this pussy… Want more…”
“Absolutely not, you’ve lost your mind. Go back to sleep.”
lol bakugou knows he's fucked when he wakes up in the middle of the night with a hard on and cotton mouth and pounding temples while thinking of you.
you weren't even in his dream, it was a perverse situation that woke him up that you suddenly happened to appear in his head to, a situation you'd intruded completely without his agreeance. he hates you, he hates how you're plaguing his mind, he hates how much he wishes you were right here next to him. he's fucking bakugou katsuki he doesn’t need anyone to satisfy him.
you’re destroying him.
he hates how shaky his hand is as it slips down his boxers, pawing his cock pathetically. it's hard, aching with the heaviness of arousal, his tip sticky; he lets out a guttural moan when his fingers grip the middle of his shaft, slipping up and squeezing his tip in punishment for his pathetic behavior.
his face buries into the fluff of the pillow and he jerks himself, quickly, fist slipping his precum all around his shaft, throbbing in his hand at the contact and mere thought of you. he’s tired, he’s so tired, he just wants to sleep, yet you harbor every thought he has.
why can’t you leave him alone? why do you plague his mind? why can’t he fucking control himself?
bakugou pants at the sensation of his calloused thumb nuzzling the slit of his cock, applying just the slightest bit of pressure to the opening with a hiss. "fucking ass," he snarls, but his cheeks hold a smile and his words hold a rasp, "harrassin' me in the day ain't enough? get the fuck out of my head."
his so pathetic it makes him sick, whimpering in his pillow at the thought of you stroking him stupid, brows furrowing in the middle as pleasure seeps into his bloodstream; his body grows more and more tense as he gets closer and closer to painting his fist with his cum. he grunts, toes curling as he thrashes softly against his mattress, snarling in the air as frustration makes him harder and harder.
"leave me alone," he growls.
he's not sure what possesses him. he doesn't want to, but he can't help but imagine your tongue punishing him for his demand, the idea of your throat sinching around his cock sends him flailing over the edge as he cums. his head tosses back, hips stuttering forward and higher into his fist as he jerks himself through the greatest orgasm he's ever been gifted to experience.
all thanks to you.
bakugou cusses under his breath, chest heaving as it burns for oxygen that was deprived from him. his hand paws at the side table for a tissue, grumbling about how only degenerates jerk off in bed.
if you enter his dreams again, he'll make sure you regret it the second he gets his paws on you.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: i listen to a lot of audio porn…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
eijirō kirishima swears like a sailor. he starts out sweet, but it gets to a point—usually when he’s watching his cock bury inside you, any hole will do—where he gets a little selfish, greedy, chasing his own high, even (especially) if it’s through you. and by the time he’s fingered you through a third orgasm, his eyes wrecked and lips bitten pink, he’s rambling about how much of a filthy fucking whore you are, leaking all over the bed for him like this.
hanta sero is the epitome of calm, cool, and collected. he’s never silent, but he doesn’t let himself go until you’re begging use me, daddy, rounding your cute little eyes and hurting you’re bottom lip in a pout like he’s not doing enough. he always, genuinely, tries to resist, but his willpower quickly corrodes the moment you wrap his hands around your throat, and suddenly, all fears of hurting you dissipate. he just wants to cum, dammit.
denki kaminari is a performer. he likes being watched—likes the look on your face when he licks his cum off your stomach, the look when he bottoms out and shows you how good you feel. but, he can short-circuit just as easily, turning into a whiny, pathetic mess when you fuck him to a second orgasm.
izuku midoriya is a babbler. it’s not long before he’s stammering about how pretty you are, how lucky he is, how good you feel. but don’t mistake that babbling for submission, because, yes, he may be drooling on your shoulder—but he’s also got your face shoved into the pillow with one hand, using the other to prop your hips to find that spot that makes you scream.
hitoshi shinsō is typically pretty quiet, until he gets drunk. (or high, though its usually some combination both.) then, he can’t help but buck his hips to make you gag on his cock, because as hard as he tries, he’s not a nice guy. but you’re always so sweet to him, and he tries so hard to return the favor, feeling perpetually guilty for every single immoral thought—but once he’s drunk, all he wants is to see you cry.
katsuki bakugō sounds just like his music taste—hot and loud. he won’t talk about it, and if you tell anyone, you’re dead, but even when he’s alone, he has to keep a hand over his mouth to keep the unwanted noises at bay. the issue is you feel good, too good, and every time he finds himself scrambling to bite at anything to shut himself up—a hand, the pillow, your shoulder, something.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: i listen to a lot of audio porn…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
eijirō kirishima swears like a sailor. he starts out sweet, but it gets to a point—usually when he’s watching his cock bury inside you, any hole will do—where he gets a little selfish, greedy, chasing his own high, even (especially) if it’s through you. and by the time he’s fingered you through a third orgasm, his eyes wrecked and lips bitten pink, he’s rambling about how much of a filthy fucking whore you are, leaking all over the bed for him like this.
hanta sero is the epitome of calm, cool, and collected. he’s never silent, but he doesn’t let himself go until you’re begging use me, daddy, rounding your cute little eyes and hurting you’re bottom lip in a pout like he’s not doing enough. he always, genuinely, tries to resist, but his willpower quickly corrodes the moment you wrap his hands around your throat, and suddenly, all fears of hurting you dissipate. he just wants to cum, dammit.
denki kaminari is a performer. he likes being watched—likes the look on your face when he licks his cum off your stomach, the look when he bottoms out and shows you how good you feel. but, he can short-circuit just as easily, turning into a whiny, pathetic mess when you fuck him to a second orgasm.
izuku midoriya is a babbler. it’s not long before he’s stammering about how pretty you are, how lucky he is, how good you feel. but don’t mistake that babbling for submission, because, yes, he may be drooling on your shoulder—but he’s also got your face shoved into the pillow with one hand, using the other to prop your hips to find that spot that makes you scream.
hitoshi shinsō is typically pretty quiet, until he gets drunk. (or high, though its usually some combination both.) then, he can’t help but buck his hips to make you gag on his cock, because as hard as he tries, he’s not a nice guy. but you’re always so sweet to him, and he tries so hard to return the favor, feeling perpetually guilty for every single immoral thought—but once he’s drunk, all he wants is to see you cry.
katsuki bakugō sounds just like his music taste—hot and loud. he won’t talk about it, and if you tell anyone, you’re dead, but even when he’s alone, he has to keep a hand over his mouth to keep the unwanted noises at bay. the issue is you feel good, too good, and every time he finds himself scrambling to bite at anything to shut himself up—a hand, the pillow, your shoulder, something.
best friend! bakugou who can’t help but stare at your ass every time you bend over. he tries hard to avert his eyes every single time, but it’s so hard when you’re constantly walking around in either tight jeans, or leggings, or those godforsaken shorts that barely cover anything.
it’s so easy for him to imagine leaving rosy red handprints all over your ass; not to mention the noises you would make as he’s leaving pretty marks all over you. he thinks about it constantly, to the point where he’s considered dropping down to his knees and begging you to put him out of his misery and let him touch you.
but he’s good—so he refrains.
instead, he saves up the images for when he’s home alone, his pants around his ankles and his aching cock in his fist. it never takes him long to finish—with his eyes squeezed shut and the image of your ass bouncing as he smacks it—first with his hand and then with his cock. that last thought of his cock plap plapping against your flesh tips him over the edge, a groan ripping through him as he rocks his hips up into his hand, cum painting his abs.
I once saw someone ask why the Bakugou haters don't hate Shoya from "A silent voice" since he's a bully too, and honestly I can tell Bakugou glazers lack common sense to a concerning degree.
Like, you just guessed on spot that they all collectively like Shoya? They may like or dislike him, but that's really not the point now. The point is, Shoya was cruel and horrible as a child, he suffered extreme consequences for it and he actually changed.
He humbly accepted that he can't change the past, and hence put all his heart and soul into changing the present. He mended his ways, learned sign language just to apologise to and befriend Shoko, and tried to do all he could to make her happy. When anyone else was cruel to her, he defended her and took Shoko's side relentlessly. He saved Shoko from ending herself even at the risk of his own life.
Bakugou meanwhile got everything in his life handed to him on a silver platter, got away with more than a decade of verbal, psychological and physical abuse, and still continued to be abusive even after he "stopped bullying". Other than getting kidnapped by LOV or attacked by the sludge monster, he was never a victim. Yet he found the most ridiculous ways to spin situations around himself as if everything revolved around him. No one abused or harmed him other than his own fragile ego and pretentiousness; even when he didn’t suffer actual consequences, his character was so rancid that it brought upon results on it's own.
If you ask me, Bakugou is like a more violent and aggressive version of Miki and Ueno. But even Ueno got called out for being shitty af; and funny how the fandoms hate Ueno and Miki but not Bakugou, no? Pretty privilege and misogyny is real.
I do not agree with whatever random comment you saw from the “Bakugou glazer.” HOWEVER, everything you just described about Shoya is literally Bakugou’s original story.
Shoya and Bakugou have no severe childhood trauma by the time they bullied people weaker than them. As they grew up, they both reflected. Bakugou goes through LOTS to make up for his past, even dying for Deku. Shoya learns sign language and also almost dies for her. They both reflected on their past and apologize. They both DO BETTER after being a bully.
By the end, Bakugou even saves up millions of dollars (I figure) to buy a working hero suit so that Deku could continue to live out his dreams as a hero.
They’re very similar characters, actually! Thats why I LOVE both of them. We just see Shoya progress faster because its a movie and not a several seasoned anime.
I genuinely encourage you to watch the anime through. I don’t know if you did but this isn’t too hard to comprehend. Peace and love!
"Shoya is literally Bakugou's original story". Name me one time Bakugou actually made up for all the pain and abuse he put Midoriya through. When he 'apologised' did he explicitly and publicly mention what he did? Or did he just give some short ass apology? You can't apologise without mentioning your faults and wrongdoings. All the suffering he went through weren’t consequences because they weren’t as a result of bullying. How hard is that to understand? "Bakugou gives Deku his hero suit blablabla" giving the person you abused expensive gifts is a popular method of manipulation to make it seem like your guilty and you've changed when you haven’t.
Real victims get guilted and persuaded by shallow apologies and nice, shiny presents. Real victims never get justice since their abusers get away with their wrongs. Real victims get manipulated into forgiving their abusers. I tell you this as a victim of abuse who is still facing abuse as we speak. Since you think these manipulation tactics are enough for redemption, and since you haven’t mentioned that you wouldn’t support Bakugou's abusiveness irl, do you perhaps think this is okay in real life?
Also ig this was partially my fault for not making it clear that this wasn’t up for debate, and that I wasn’t Interested in arguing (especially against Bakugou fans who deny his abusive nature). But I thought I should just let this one out :P
Yes, i actually can name a few times where Bakugou made us for his actions!
Main one being his sacrifice of his life for Deku. Where he jumped in front of him and was impaled, only to come back by sheer will power to finish the job. He then later breaks down crying and confesses how sorry he is after he learns that Deku lost his quirk.
Another one being him spending millions of dollars to buy another suit after the war for Deku.
And then his apology, of course.
You asked:
“When he 'apologised' did he explicitly and publicly mention what he did?”
I encourage you to refer to chapter 322 of the manga (or even the episode):
“I always looked down on you, just because you were quirckless, you were always far away behind me, yet… I felt that you were somehow miles ahead of me
I hated that, I didn’t want to feel like that and I didn’t want to recognize that. It’s why I grew so distant from you and always tried to beat you down.
I opposed you and tried to show you my superiority over you, but I always lost. After entering UA…absolutely nothing went as I thought it would. I spent all my days trying to figure out your strengths and weakness. 𝗜𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁’ 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁…𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂
So yes, to answer your question, he did explicitly mention was he did. He gave an entire monologue for it too, not just an “im sorry” like you assumed. He also mentioned his faults and wrongdoings.
The suffering he went through wasn’t directly related to Deku, as in Deku didn’t himself cause it. Bakugou’s pride, which was the reason he bullied deku, is what ultimately got him into situations where he had to reflect on himself. He even cried earlier in the series to Deku as the realization was kicking in that he was weaker than he thought.
It’s similar to Shoya, actually! Shoko never actually directly caused his sufferings. She never sent anyone after him, insulted him, nothing. Shoya went on a downfall after his pride put him in bad situations. He lost his friends, started getting bullied, became suicidal, etc. His reflection on himself continued further into adulthood where he could confidently bring himself to change for Shoko.
You said,
“…giving the person you abused expensive gifts is a popular method of manipulation to make it seem like your guilty and you've changed when you haven’t.”
That would be true, if he didn’t spend the entire series working towards change.
I used this point as an example, not as a stand alone. The gift giving actually happened at the very end of the manga/anime, way after he did everything else.
Saying its just an expensive gift is a severe understatement, though. He spent years saving money to buy a working quirk-like suit so that Deku could fight beside him and be a hero again, just like he would talk about when they were kids. That checks no boxes of manipulation lol. I’m in psychology classes so I’ve studied ways of manipulation, if that helps.
So we’ve established that there was no “shallow apologies” or “shiny presents.”
I hate to break it to you, but this isn’t real life. Talking about real victims when referring to an anime about super powers and men who come back to life isn’t ideal. This seems more like you projecting than stating yourself behind facts. I have a hard time believing you even finished either anime’s.
Saying that:
“Real victims never get justice since their abusers get away with their wrongs. Real victims get manipulated into forgiving their abusers.”
Completely contradicts your entire points about the connection between Bakugou and Shoya. Shoko IS a real victim. You admitted that in the show Shoya didn’t manipulate her into forgiveness or even get away with it. It’s the same way for Bakugou, the difference being circumstances.
They both prayed on the weak and had a reality check. Deaf vs quirkless, bully vs bully.
You say that you are a victim of abuse and I encourage you to seek help. I’ve been abused myself, actually. I never said manipulation tactics are enough for redemption. I gave reasons as to how Bakugou’s progression aligns well with Shoya’s. They are both very complicated, well written characters.
I don’t appreciate you pointing figures at me, though. I do not believe bullying is okay in real life. We are discussing anime characters. I have been bullied and abused in every category. Now that I’m out of those situations, my head is clearer to seeing such. That on top of the psychology I study, I can recognize concepts like this.
Well, next time if you didn’t want to be corrected then do elaborate! I have never seen a Bakugou fan deny that he was aggressive and a bully. That is actually his entire character at the beginning of the show. The same as I don’t see a lot of Shoya fans denying that he was aggressive and a bully earlier in the movie.
Hope this helped clear things up! I’m passionate about media literacy as I’ve always taken advanced courses for english. I hope whatever situation you’re in works out. I TRULY do suggest therapy or any way of coping. I was in an abusive relationship as of recently (hence why i took a break from writing), and i know how it feels.
If you ever need someone to talk to, there are many recourses for abuse victims. I would say you could talk to me but all my followers know I come and go lol.
Peace and love from Bakugou’s biggest (non-biased) fan!
Girl I am NOT reading allat I already said I wasn’t up for arguments or discussion. And I especially didn’t ask for random people people telling me what I should do as a victim of abuse, I just mentioned it to show how I knew manipulation tactics used by abusers. Kindly refrain from telling strangers online to seek help, even with good intentions, the phrase is mildly ableist (ESPECIALLY in the jirai community which I am apart of)
We're literally just talking about a fictional character, I would advise you to follow fandom etiquette and not respond to harmless posts you strongly disagree with, especially if the other person isn’t really interested. You really don't have to skip sleep or guitar classes over this.
Bakugou almost immediately gets into another relationship after you guys break up. Four months later, you attempt to get into one too. After Bakugou finds out about your budding romance, he pays you a visit to demonstrate just how far he’d go for another chance.
Bakugou gets a girlfriend two weeks after you guys break up.
It startles you, you had dated him for three and a half years and he threw you away that fast? Was it even real for him if he could replace you so easily?
Mina had been more angry than you were. You were calm in the moment but the more you thought about it, the more it irked you.
You broke up with him for a couple of reasons.
He had started to get angry at you all the time. Whether it was about your tone when you told him “okay” or how you didn’t wanna choose somewhere to eat. It was exhausting trying to keep up with the arguments. You’d guess it was from the stress of working to climb the charts.
You also started to see him less and less everyday. Its like he didn’t even put in an effort to see you anymore. He barely even answered your texts.
It felt like you were putting in 100% percent and he was only putting in negative one.
When he suggested a break, you told him that you wanted to just end it. He looked shocked but he agreed without another fight.
Its been four months since the break up now. You’d like to say that you moved on. You found the single life thrilling after being tied down for so long. It still hurts your feelings when you think about Kats- Bakugou’s quick way of moving on, but you managed to move on too.
Everything was going great until now.
You feel his stares from the other side of the restaurant, burning into the side of your head. You’d noticed each other at the same time. Both of your eyes widening before you quickly looked away.
You’re both out on a date. You, with a guy that Mina set you up with. Him, with his girlfriend.
You ignore his stare, not bothering to even give him the time of day. He doesn’t deserve it. You hadn’t contacted each other since you broke up, whats different now?
Nothing, thats the answer.
So you forced yourself to forget about him for the evening. You could be angry about this later but right now you have a guy in front of you, and he’s willing to try for something Bakugou failed to give you.
“So, how did you meet Mina?” You asked, continuing to make small talk.
“We went to the same middle school, she kinda forced me to be friends with her. I was very shy.”
The conversation flowed naturally. He made you laugh and vice versa. You had completely forgotten about Bakugou until yelling from his table erupted.
“You take me on a date and can’t even fucking engage in a normal conversation?! Fuck you!”
Both you and your date looked over at them. Bakugou’s once clean dress shirt was soaked in water. ‘Looks like she threw her glass at him, you thought.
She stomps out of the restaurant while Bakugou just stares at her with a straight face.
Your date chuckles, “Woah, talk about a toxic couple.”
You smirk back at him, “Sucks for them.”
—
The date had gone better than expected. He walked you to your car after paying. You gave him a hug while you thanked him for the best date you’ve been on in a while.
You opened your front door and immediately dove for the couch. You took off your expensive dress and changed into some loungewear. Just a tank top and some shorts to sleep in.
Just as you were about to call it a night you heard a knock at your door.
You figured it was your neighbor asking you to turn the upstairs lights off (again) so they could sleep.
“I’ll turn them off Miss-“
You froze in your spot. This was definitely not your kind, 75 year old neighbor. This was your ex boyfriend.
“Can i come in?” He asked after a long pause.
“Why?”
“Cause we need to talk.”
You scoffed, “There’s nothing to talk about.”
You were in the middle of closing the door when he put his foot out to stop it.
He clenched his fists, “Please?”
You almost choke at that.
He actually swallowed his pride and said please?
You sighed, opening the door for him to walk in. He immediately went for your living room. He didn’t sit down on the couch or anything, he just stood there.
“If you’re gonna say something, say it now before I kick you out.”
He mumbled something so low that it was impossible to hear.
“What?”
“‘M sorry.” He said louder.
Today was full of surprises.
“Which fuck up are you sorry for?”
He sighed, “All of them.”
No one told you that you couldn’t be petty. In fact, you had every right to be.
“Does your girlfriend know that you’re here?”
He clenches his teeth, “She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even fucking care about her.”
“Well you obviously do if you moved onto her after 2 weeks of our breakup.” You were being mean. You knew it. But you were done with his shit.
“I did it because-“
“You know what? Fuck you and your excuses. Get out.”
He clenched his teeth, raising his voice. “Can i at least fucking talk?!”
“Get out or I’ll call the police on you. Im so sick of your shit!”
He steps so close that he’s in your face but you refuse to step back. He’s so big compared to you, big compared to anyone.
“Take me back.”
Before you even have time to process his words he grabs the back of your head and slams his lips into yours.
You’re so taken aback that you don’t even register that a healed woman isn’t supposed to be kissing her ex back.
It’s too late by the time your brain catches up with your heart. One of his hand was wrapped up in your hair, the other hiking up your shirt. The butterflies in your stomach scream when you find yourself pushing at him as he reaches for your waistband.
“What the fuck!?”
You manage to yell after finally breaking free of his mouth.
You almost wince when you meet his eyes, he looks just as confused as you.
“I- uh… thats not what I meant to…”
The air was still, the only sound being the light buzz of your tv. He never steps back or removes his hands. You don’t know what you’re even waiting for.
It was over between you two.
“Bakugou, you need to leave-“
He scoffed, “Oh, is that what you’re calling me now? Bakugou? Like I hadn’t been with you for almost four fucking years.”
The rage that left from the kiss came back full force.
“Yeah, Bakugou, the same way you moved on two weeks after our break up. Like I hadn’t been with you for almost four fucking years.”
You begin to push him off before he could rebuttal, only to remember exactly who he is.
A pro-hero, strong enough to destroy city after city. He definitely wasn’t strong enough to ever make you flinch at him. The earth would turnover and he still wouldn’t raise a fist at you. The way he spoke you always hurt more than anything he could dish out at you.
Anyways, he was definitely strong enough to not move a single inch when you pushed him away.
“She…”
He swallowed, almost like he was trying to stop the words from escaping. He settled for resting his face in the juncture of your neck.
“She’s not my girlfriend. Never has been, never will be.”
Now you were just confused.
“What are you even trying to say right now? This is ridiculous.”
He elaborated before you could continue your rant.
“After we broke up, my team convinced me to fake date her. I wasn’t… doing well. They needed a way to distract the public from my crazy fucking outbursts.”
You didn’t know how to feel right now. There was no dread but also no relief. You just waited for him to stop talking, but he didn’t.
“I never touched her, kissed her, never even let her inside my damn office.”
Now that you’re thinking about it, you’ve never actually seen a photo of them… loving each other. Well, at least him loving her. You couldn’t even recall them holding hands. Every picture was them walking side by side, going on performative dates.
The date you unintentionally interrupted.
“You’re not followed by fucking cameras everywhere like I am. I don’t get to see you if I don’t look. When I finally do, you’re with that fucking guy chopping it up like he’s your soulmate.”
“And who is?”
The cruel words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. He looks taken aback.
You answer for him.
“You? The one who spent the last couple of months of our relationship treating me like shit? You’re full of it if you think I’m gonna change my mind because you replaced me to keep your popularity in balance. He has everything you couldn’t give me.”
The outburst felt good, too good. The built up hatred for him summed up so neatly. It was almost unbelievable how you hadn’t said anything much worse.
But just as you thought him pulling his head out from your neck meant he was gonna leave, he stopped. His eyes bore into yours, hypnotizing you. It made you feel so small, almost scared.
“Can he fight?”
You didn’t know what to say. What did it matter? His dark look only grew worse with your hesitation. You almost managed to mumble out a response before he finally spoke.
“If I go out to kill him, can he put up enough fight to get help? Or should I go kill him now, no precautions.”
Your heart dropped.
He wasn’t done.
“Did you know that he has a roommate? What a fucking loser. Twenty seven and still sharing rent. With a woman, by the way. His best friend my ass, I’d fucking hope he doesn’t touch his friend that way.”
Tears prickled to your eyes, this was pure humiliation. The guy you were boasting about has been cheating on you. Unfortunately, you’d never known Bakugou to be a liar. You wanted him to leave. You wanted to just crawl up on your couch and forget all about this day.
“What’s your fucking point? You told me he’s supposedly cheating on me. Now leave.”
“Not supposedly, he is. Did he fuck you?”
Tears began to pour down your cheeks. Bakugou’s hands slowly inched at your waistband.
“It’s okay, I know he hasn’t. He told me everything when I found him after he dropped you off. He’s weak. Not good enough for you. Not my girl.”
The praise was disguised to where you couldn’t bring yourself to accept it. It distracted you, yet the tears only got heavier. You gasped when he slipped his hands down your shorts, brushing past your underwear to go straight to your cunt.
You couldn’t stop your hips from jerking into his touch when he started the first series of tight circles on your clit. Everything was too much and still nothing made sense. Your brain was already going slow and him wetting your panties wasn’t helping.
You gasped as he slipped one, then two fingers in.
“He can’t fuck you like I can.”
He began to thrust his fingers into you, immediately finding that spongy spot that made your mouth drop open. Your body responded to him like he never left. Thighs shaking, griping him tightly, cunt squeezing down on him.
Bakugou continued to threaten the life of your former love interest, who you suddenly couldn’t remember the name of. The closer you got to your orgasm, the more muffled his voice became. By now, your shirt has been discarded to the floor, bra pulled up to spill out your tits. He abandoned his threats to suck on your nipples, hard enough to leave bruises
Your moans got louder with your approaching peak. It hit you violently as you grabbed onto his shirt like he was your lifeline. Your cum soaked his fingers, he rode you all the way through it.
He didn’t give you any more time to process the whole ordeal before he licked his fingers clean and lifted you off your feet. He grinded into you as he walked to your bed, running on pure muscle memory.
“Tell me you hate him.”
Bakugou’s teeth were grit so hard that you worried for his dentist. He unbuckled his belt, rock hard print showing through his suit pants.
Once his cock was free, he got on top of you. He lined himself up and repeated himself.
“Tell me you hate him.”
Something defiant in you made you hold your tongue. That sensation quickly bullied out of your body when he bottomed out in one hard thrust.
“I hate him!”
You managed to say through the pain.
Bakugou is huge. Your body had a hard time adjusting to it when you first started having sex. Even after only four months, it feels like you’re back at square one.
He licked away the tears you didn’t realize were falling. Biting back his own groans.
“You’re just as tight as ever, fuckkk”
Your pussy clenched down on him at that. It felt so good it hurt.
After what felt like an eternity, he began a ruthless thrust into you. Despite his aggressive movements, every thrust felt like an apology. He shoved his mouth to yours to silence his own moans.
He pulled back with a groan as he lifted your legs to fold you in a mating press. You could feel yourself getting close. Everything you smelled, tasted, and felt, it was all him. He sucked bruises into you before breathing out a shaky breath.
“Tell me you love me.”
It wasn’t strong, like all the other sentences he was spewing at you tonight. It was vulnerable, coming from somewhere he seemingly tried to keep down. You couldn’t lie to him, not when your eyes began to roll back into your head at the second orgasm of the night.
“I love you, Katsuki”
You came, hard.
His rhythm began to falter as he let out a long groan into your neck.
“I love you too.”
With one final thrust, he tensed up as he shot ropes of his cum into you. Each followed by a moan of your name.
After you both caught your breath, you tried to figure out what to say. The realization hit as Bakugou lifted himself to clean you up, there wasn’t anything to say.
