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my drs:

🐉house of the dragon

🏫my hero academia college

╰┈➤🎀pro hero secretary

🦑squid game

🧩nct unit

🏥the pitt🚧

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post guide:

a guide of each post for all of my drs. any post with lore or relevancy goes here house of the dragon dr: - introduction - the morning -

[callastargaryen]

callaerion crack edit bc i love them

[carmshifts]

before the last evacuations, class 1a decided to have a little… get together? it was hard to describe. the entire class sat huddled on the sofas in the common room for the last time before they went to the bunkers.

raine was up refilling her cup with punch when mina came up to her.

“hey, raine. you’ve been quiet all evening, is something wrong?” she asked, refilling her drink as well. “is your family okay?”

raine snapped from her thoughts, turning her head towards her friend and classmate. “yeah, yeah i’m good,” she stumbled out. “it’s just kinda scary, y’know? we’re leaving everything we know behind in the morning.”

mina gave her a sympathetic smile. “i get it, i do. it’s not easy.”

she shook her head “absolutely not.”

“where’s your sister going? erin, right? you hardly talk about her,” mina asked as she took a drink from her cup.

raine paused at the question, taking a drink herself. her mouth formed a tight line before she spoke. “i haven’t spoken to my sister in over six months,” she started. “not since we got back from the training camp.”

mina shook her head, “i’m sorry.”

raine took in a deep breath and paused.

“everytime i’ve tried to call her she doesn’t respond. every text and call she ignores. i couldn’t tell you why,” she said and then looked at the ground. “even my dad can get to her. he only knows what he knows thank to her coworkers.”

mins thought for a moment, trying to think of the words to say. how do you comfort your friend who doesn’t know if her own family is okay?

“don’t worry about it, though. it’s not a big deal. she’s alive, which is what matters.”

“but she’s your sister,” mina started. “and she ignores you? that’s fucked.”

raine snorted, bringing her cup to her lips. “tell me about it. my calls and texts go unanswered. the only other choice i’d have is to show up at her front door and demand her speak to me.”

[sheikahfication]

Missionary but you’re wearing a collar and I’m pulling that thing hard as fuck

[oh3mgeealexx]

[carmshifts]

raines mouth formed a tight line at the question, unsure how to answer.

mina waited patiently.

“i haven’t spoken to my sister in over six months. i don’t know where she’s evacuating to.”

raine and her sisters relationship was… complicated.

“my calls and texts go unanswered. the only other choice i’d have is to show up at her front door and demand her speak to me.”

[bfbkg]

based off this instagram reel

you get a text during the day from your boyfriend. it makes you confused, overthinking all the things he could do with that piece of information.

katsuki: How much do you weigh?

You: why do you need to know

katsuki: Tell me I want to send you something

bakugou has been thinking about the conversation his friends had about being more romantic in their relationships which only made him think about how romantic he is with you. he’s never spoken to you about this because if he did he’d find out he’s incredibly romantic in the most natural ways. but now he’s in his own head.

the next text that comes through are numbers.

the next notification you get is a video.

bakugou doesn’t edit a thing. you’re leaning on your office chair, pressing play to this minute long video. it starts with bakugou starting it while he’s still holding the phone, then a few seconds of him propping it up on something. you recognise instantly that he’s at his agency gym. there’s a few people in the background but bakugou’s got a bar and weights on at the end. he doesn’t bother lay back on the bench, he’s standing and without strain he picks up the bar and fucks around with it. lifts it above his head multiple times, lets it hang. even lets it bounce of his hips like he would when he fucks you.

you were not expecting this. he’d send you a sweaty gym pic when you ask. those you store away for safe keeping. but this video, especially how he doesn’t break a sweat, his eyebrow slightly cocked at the camera. his biceps are large, tense and golden. he even grins when he thrusts against it and then drops it to the ground. the video includes him walking back to the camera in his white vest and black basketball shorts. then under his chin as he stops it.

katsuki: That weighed double you

the video does everything it’s supposed to do. gets you warm, gets you close to leaving your job and hunting down your boyfriend. you decide to play with him though.

You: i know you can lift me. you do it everyday! and ive seen you lift like four people at once

bakugou is immediately typing back.

katsuki: I’m trying to be romantic

You: you’re always romantic tsuki

You: i am looking forward to you doing that to me tonight though

You: so sexy wanna bite you

and that gets bakugou grinning at his phone. hopping from foot to foot.

you see him after and interrogate him on being romantic and he’s blown away by all the things he does that you find incredibly romantic. remembering all the sweet treats you like, always opening the door for you and he’s always so aware of you. if you need help picking something off a shelf, he sees you frowning at a new appliance and he’s by your side working it out too. always offering to pick you up and if he’s visiting you and your mother, he will buy you both flowers. you’re surprised he doesn’t think he is romantic.

“i just do all of that though. i don’t think about it.”

“exactly! but i won’t say no to a gym video. definitely more on the trying to get me horny side than romantic though.”

[sensiblystormymaverick]

Reactions to yn being a much better fighter when they listen to music they enjoy, the type of music that gets your adrenaline going.

[carmshifts]

hitomi sat across from who she presumed to be her new partner, a 6’0” man with black hair and deep blue eyes wearing a pressed suit without a spot of dust. he was going to be fun.

“this is aki hayakawa,” makima began to speak. she switched between looking at hitomi and her father, a long time devil hunter named kishibe. “he will be your partner for the foreseeable future. i wanted to introduce you to each other sooner rather than later.”

hitomi bowed her head and spoke. “it’s nice to meet you, hayakawa. my name is hitomi fugawara. i look forward to working with you.”

aki did the same bow, his voice sending a small shiver down her spine. “you can just call me aki,” he assured. his voice was deeper than she expected it to be. “it’s nice to meet you as well.”

“right, aki.”

“you two will also be sharing an apartment, aki’s two bedroom can fit you both comfortably-” makima started before she was cut off abruptly.

“excuse me?” aki spoke up. “she’s going to be moving in with me?” he glanced between hitomi and makima.

hitomi’s face grew red as she nodded her head slowly. “yes, ma’am.”

“aki,” makima started as she turned her head towards him. “it’s no different than you staying with himeno. i’m sure you two will get along just fine,” she finished before smiling softly.

aki clenched his jaw and nodded reluctantly.

it’s not that he opposed his partner staying with him, it was pretty common among devil hunters. he’s just shocked that she had waited until they were face to face for the first time to drop that ball.

the meeting continued without a hitch, the two of them explaining the devils they had a contract with.

“the cat?” aki asked after she had finished listing them all. “there’s another public safety agent in special division four with a contract with the cat devil,” he explained. “her name is kobeni.”

hitomi nodded and smiled. “it will be a pleasure to meet her.”

[bfbkg]

bakugou who for your birthday and valentines writes a long romantic emotional message on both sides of the card and when he gives it to you, tells you not to read it around him. so you either have to read it when he’s in the toilet because you’re impatient and he comes out to you crying with it in your hand. or he goes to the kitchen to cook a meal and you’re reading it, again he finds you crying with it in your hands. he sighs and wraps you in a hug. he’s lowkey beaming inside. always making a joke about his handwriting being terrible while wiping your tears.

“but you read what i said, didn’t you?”

“you’re so sweet!!! so adorable oh my god!!” in tears.

[bfbkg]

thinking about us being a real estate agent who is fairly new to the game & one day we get the opportunity to sell a house to THE Katsuki Bakugou

& when it’s time for business here we are, slightly intimidated by this gigantic, sexy man who can blast the whole roof open with one hand & has the most irresistible persona ever. then i’m just imagining him thinking we’re so pretty & adorable trying not to show how nervous we are & teasing us a little bit, but we are a snarky one 👀 so ig you can say he met his match.

overall a cute, (maybe a little slightly sexual-tensiony) experience & of course the house we showed him was immediately sold. 2 pretty views in one day :)

this is a New idea thank u for sharing it with me.

you in your cute business suit. appropriate length skirt with a matching blazer. freshly pressed blouse for this house viewing you have today. you know who the client is, your office wouldn’t stop talking about it. last week, they were even huddling in a group to swipe across his managements instagram for photos of him.

in person, bakugou katsuki is bigger than you expected. you’re unsure of what to do when he steps out of his car, would he even greet you? you’ve heard so much about him that now he’s infront of you, you’re second guessing everything. despite that, you send him a wave and luckily, he sends you a nod. you miss the slow smirk lining his face because you’re looking at the rest of him. the tight white top he’s wearing, the casual sport shorts like he’s come from the gym and running trainers. comfortable.

every dip and curve of body is noticeable from the thin material of his top and once he walks closer to you, you notice how pretty his tattoos are littering his arm.

you didn’t realise how tall he is until he’s right up close to you and the caramel sweet smell that’s always rumoured, is true. he smells sweet with a musk of manly oak and you have to blink a couple times to realise he’s got a palm out to you.

“‘m bakugou katsuki. thanks for findin’ this place for me. it already looks good.”

his voice is so deep you feel it in your chest and at the same time you slip your palm into his gigantic hand, you look up to meet his eyes. natural ruby gems paired with a knowing smile, already like he knows something you don’t. he doesn’t have his eyebrow piercing in like he occasionally wears but you notice the infamous gold tooth. it really is sexy.

you try to shake his hand with a firm grip though you know in his world it was a really poor attempt.

“happy you already like it! i’m yn ln, i’ll be showing you around today.”

you notice how bakugou never walks beside you, always behind you. you appreciate it since whenever he gets too close you can feel his body heat radiating on you like a furnace and that’s way too overwhelming.

you feel the urge to undo an extra button to your blouse when he stares at you for too long when you’re talking and pull off your blazer when you notice him staring at your lips. it’s not uncomfortable but there is something in the air. tension?

you use your hand to gesture to a room, “this is another spare room. the previous owners used it as gym hence all the mirrors up, i’m sure you can do the same and our company has a deal with gym appliances if you want to fill it up with new stuff. i can tell you work out a lot so that can be helpful.”

bakugou katsuki is a listener. arms folded, eyes darting around the room and then back onto you. he doesn’t interrupt like you see him do on news broadcasts and he definitely isn’t loud like the videos you’ve seen online.

though he quirks an eyebrow, “you can tell?”

usually you can mask how you feel but the stutter is out of your control now, “y-yeah? look at you.”

“look at me,” he’s only mimicking you to tease but both of you end up looking at each other in the floor length mirror before you.

the tension is practically palpable, so heavy you need him to help carry it. he’s cocking his head, dragging his pupils up your body the same way you’re doing to him. this is unprofessional.

“you’re lookin’ at me the same way you did when i stepped out my car,” he doesn’t give you time to refute his comment, forcing his gaze away from you and at the room, “i like the gym. smaller than my current one but not by much. the ceiling mirrors are fuckin’ sick.”

then into the master bedroom, his possible future bedroom. you’re not supposed to, you know you’re not but you’re thinking of the hero sprawled across the bed. padding around his room in his underwear after a long day. even how he’d look asleep. perhaps this makes you good at your job, if he’s easy to visualise in the house, the house is for him.

“the master. beautiful room, facing south so you’d be getting direct sunlight and able to fit a queen size bed and other amenities. tv is built in but you can get that changed to a larger one if you prefer,”

bakugou trails off, peeking inside the walk in closet and humming appreciatively. he likes it. he also thinks you’re really fucking cute. he swears not in a perverted way, this isn’t some porno but if you came onto him he wouldn’t say no. especially not in an empty house and with that tight skirt around your ass.

you’re a little nervous around him but still chatty like you’re trying not to be and he likes that. he gets why people get like that around him, he’s not the most approachable though you’re still giving him eye contact mostly after checking him out.

he likes you and he likes the house.

“it’s a healthy sized bachelor pad, enough space for you and any family or friends or… partners you have,” you try to brighten the end of your sentences and bakugou fights back a chuckle.

“bachelor pad? do i come across as that guy?” he asks, nonchalantly, opening wardrobes, cupboards and then studying the view outside.

this is off script for you and it’s like you’re rebooting awake trying to find something to say, “i was just aware on the paperwork you gave us you stated you were single, unmarried.”

you don’t apologise in a fluster or take back what you say. he likes that. “it didn’t ask if i had a girlfriend though, or a partner.”

“if you do and they’ll be living here, you have to update the details on the paperwork. you can do it online,” you say, before ending the conversation yourself and strutting into the en-suite bathroom.

bakugou lets out his chuckle, following behind you like he’s supposed to.

“en-suite bathroom. beautiful tiling, newly installed bathtub, sink and storage,” your hand drifts over to the walk in showers, his and her shower heads across from each other, “the last owner lived alone but wanted two separate shower heads. i think he had lots of girlfriends.”

you do crack a smile at that and bakugou stands by your side, “what d’you think?”

you’re surprised by the question. in a luxury property like this, with such a high earner you’re not going to say anything bad about the place. also it’s not often you’re asked for your opinion, that alone makes you want to tell the truth.

“i like the colour way. the tiling really is beautiful,” you drag your finger across the wall. “i also adore big windows in the bathroom obviously in private locations! but natural lighting is always gorgeous.”

bakugou nods, you’re a hint towards an exhibitionist. fair enough, you’re beautiful and anybody would be lucky to see you naked.

“how about the shower?” he eyes the two over head showers, leaning on the wall.

you just out your bottom lip before talking, “in my own home i personally wouldn’t do an overhead shower because don’t want to get my hair wet every time i shower. i love them when i have them in hotels though. also showering with someone else is…,” is this inappropriate? it’s clear why there’s two shower heads there anyway.

“is what?” he eggs, though he already knows what you’re going to say.

“it’s sexy. very intimate.”

you glance over at bakugou katsuki to find him already looking at you. you can’t place the look but it’s not bad, he’s got a pretty nose.

“off topic but are you single?”

it’s blunt and clear and with that one question you think he’s attracted to you. actually no, you know he is with all the staring and the quips.

“yep,” you pop the p and your arms cross against your chest.

he hums in response, nodding like he enjoyed the answer. “what time do you finish today?”

any other man you’d probably lie about the rest of your day so no matter what it doesn’t join with his. but who’s saying no to bakugou katsuki?

“you’re my last. i have to drop off some paperwork to the office then i’m done for the day.” you lean back on the sink behind you and you know you’re being the tiniest bit unprofessional, you should be maximising time and leading him out the house now but he’s still standing there. so are you.

he listens, then goes back on subject, “would you live here?”

you laugh, “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

“you’ve done all this research on me to find me this place, i think you know i would.”

your eyebrows rise like you’ve been caught out but you’re only doing your job. “then yeah i would, wouldn’t be able to afford it of course but i think it’s beautiful. location, the guest bedrooms, even the walk-in closet. i would change some of the decor, a bit too masculine for my tastes but otherwise, yes.”

“you know how to sell a house, don’t you?”

you smile, “it is my job.”

soon enough you’re leading him out the house, locking the doors behind you. bakugou stands on the last step outside the house but even standing on three steps you just about reach his height.

“thank you for coming today, i hope you liked it—,”

“i did.” he interrupts, “how do i make it mine?”

this close to him, you can notice the faint stubble lining his jaw and a scar across his eyebrow. he really is a gorgeous man, perhaps in another situation, maybe in a bar you’d let him take you home.

your eyes light up at his words though. a sale? on a house like this? your commission is going to look very very healthy. you try not to look too eager but bakugou catches it through your eyes.

“i’ll have to email you the forms and have an extra meeting of conditions in my office. no rush, we can hold the property for you incase you want more time to think,” you pull out your business card, “here’s if you have any questions.”

bakugou nods, eyes curving at the sight of your phone number. he hopes it’s your personal mobile.

“should i give you my number? incase you want to contact me?”

you shake your head, “i already have it in the system.”

“what else you d’have about me?”

“full name, age, address, martial states, yearly pay, likes and dislikes in a home. everything necessary to find this baby for you,” you point your thumb to the property behind you.

now, bakugou’s never claimed to be good at flirting. it’s an easy thing to ignore because he looks how he looks but relying on dumb pick up lines is often how he works. not like he flirts much anyway.

“would you let me learn all that shit about you? i’ll take you to dinner or somethin’?” he hopes it comes out smoothly, not as constipated as he feels. he’s surprised about the surprise on your face. surely you could tell he was into you.

you didn’t think he’d ask you so outright. bakugou licks a stripe across his bottom lip, bulletproof body standing tall and able to take rejection. you don’t think he does often though and it definitely won’t start today.

“something?”

“we could go celebrate the chunky commission you’re gonna get from selling this big guy,” he nods at his future home.

your answer is simple, “okay, yeah, sure.” you hop down the steps, back to your regular height beside him. “you’ve got my number. i’ll email you the documents today but don’t email me about, you know, personal stuff.”

bakugou’s eyes gleam, “i know babe, i’ll see you later.”

[elena-gilbert]

Finn Bennett as Aerion Targaryen A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS — 1.03 "The Squire"

[tteokdoroki]

🛞 I CAN BE NEEDY  ✩  katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 exhuastion settles in his bones after a long day's work. guilt overtakes yours after missing him for hours. what happens when you combine a sleepy katsuki bakugou with his needy, preciously insatiable girlfriend? (6K)

🏁 safety car ! ⋆  not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. pro hero au, canon compliant, established relationships, i wrote this b4 christmas so... christmas movie mention, soft dom n sub dynamics, sleepy sex, clothed sex, dry humping, pussy jobs, praise kink, cum play, i luv u ariana grande. pro hero bakugou, quirkless & fem reader.

🏁  team radio ! ⋆ anyway... another kacchan fic but it's just six thousand words of grinding on himb... do what u will with that. i love himb smmm !! hope u guys like! click for more. 

── © tteokdoroki ╱ 2026.

exhaustion weaves between each of the bones that form katsuki’s ribcage and settles between every breath he takes from there. he’s only just come home, just barely been able to strip his professional pro hero outer-layer and become the version of himself that you get to keep a secret. 

no one knows the katsuki bakugou that likes a shitty hallmark christmas movies and wears matching hello kitty pyjama pants just because you asked. the bakugou who practically purrs at the feeling of your fingers raking through his hair or drawing soothing shapes at the center of his chest. the bakugou who’s content to be kissed and coddled and loved up on by you, in the privacy and safety of your home. 

you’re snuggled up together on the couch, katsuki’s back tacking against black leather that squeaks with every move and an arm slung lazily over your waist — heavy and warm in a way that makes you feel guarded or protected, giving you the room to feel small. occasionally, his thumb grazes that little slither of skin between your waistband and the hem of your tank top — circling it, reminding you that he’s there. looking up at the blonde through your lashes, head resting on the steady rise and fall of his chest, you can tell that he’s tired. worn out  from all the work and patrols during the lead up to christmas. it’s weighs on his features, pulls his bottom lip into a resting frown and makes his eyes flutter as he tries to fight off sleep, keeping his blurring gaze on the movie flickering across the flatscreen TV. 

at least he’s off now. at least he has time to rest.

except your brain can’t rest.

it’s been going a mile a minute since your boyfriend came home, his sugary-sweaty-caramel-like scent and the way he’s clung to you all evening has driven you completely up the wall. you want him more than you allow your body to let on, more than just the domesticity of the cosy scene playing out between the two of you right now — but you know that katsuki’s exhausted, too tired to speak or to move or to do anything except lay here with the comforting presence of you on top of him. 

he makes a quiet noise, a low groan that shoots straight to your core, when he shifts to feel more relaxed — bending his leg at the knee so there’s more room for you to lie between them. the feeling is almost like a knife or a gunshot wound, what with all of him pressed up against your middle. 

you exhale through your nose and the heated circles he draws into the dip at the base of your spine pick up — hotter, smoother, longer as if he’s dragging them out. the kind of gesture that lets you know he’s still there, even when he’s drifting off.

“you okay?” bakugou’s deep, gravelly voice layers thick over the noise of the film in the background and causes a twinge in your stomach that you know you can’t rid without his help. his ruby eyes that are always so intense and inquisitive, tick away from the movie and down to you — soft around the edges with intention. he cares.

so you nod, play pretend like your mind isn’t unravelling before him, and smile shy. “‘m okay,” your head tilts until your chin rests square on his chest. “just missed you today. glad you’re home.” 

“fuckin’ cute,” he tuts tenderly before he lifts a hand, tenderly squishing your cheeks between dexterous and rough-paced fingers. you try not to think about how they feel and how large his hand is too much. “tell me about your week.” 

you answer him because it provides welcome distraction from the early sparks of lust streaking their way down the length of your spine. little nothings about your week escape your frenzied stream of consciousness despite the way you lounge against your offensively attractive pro hero boyfriend. you note the coffee a stranger brought for you on monday, passing on the good vibes, and the elderly couple seated across from you at the Italian restaurant where you had your team christmas work lunch on thursday — and all the little details in between. 

all the while, katsuki listens despite the show dancing across the screen not too far away. he smiles at the excitement in your tone as you recount each tale, squeezes you close when you yawn mid sentence and nods attentively here and there. he’s present in all the tiny ways that let you know he really does care.

but then you’re halfway through a story about how your coworker’s lunch ( an unfortunate beetroot casserole ) exploded in her bag on the commute into work — your wonderful, sweet, sleepy boyfriend messes up. well, to you. he’s messed up. fucked it all to hell and back, because in the world where his hand innocently slips lower, cascading down to grip your waist and no longer making cute shapes — you interpret it as him out to get you. out to make you melt like butter in a hot cast iron pan. 

fingertips are rough, calloused and hot against the doughy flesh at your hips — sinking into your skin not enough to leave a mark, but enough to remind you that he’s there. still listening even as reality fades away from him and the siren’s song of sleep calls his name. your breath must’ve hitched or paused or stopped because when your brain finally reconnects to its stem — the pretty blonde beneath you has a brow raised and bleary eyes hard set on you.

“baby?” 

freezing in place, you squeak. “hm?”

“you were sayin’?” comes his careful and curious reply. “promise i was listening, just fuckin’ tired tonight.” 

another unfortunate thing is that katsuki’s voice turns sexy when he’s sleepy, like hot honey that runs through your ears and heats you up until you’re as hot as the center of the earth. it’s got the kind of grit that tells you he’s been hard at work, protecting people and keeping the city safe, the kind of cadence that’s sharp around the edges and stings between your thighs where you’re unable to rub them together. 

immense guilt clings to the words that die gracefully in the bottom of your throat, because you know you can’t ask your pro hero boyfriend to fuck you after a twelve hour shift — just because his sleepy voice turns you on. it’s stupid and embarrassing and you really do try your best to shake it off before he can catch on.

“i forgot,” is the excuse you settle with, wincing at how flimsy it is and how damp your panties have gotten from the lazy look of confusion bakugou casts your way. pink plush lips curving into a frown, thick brows furrowed, vermillion eyes seeing right through you. god, he’s sexy. “let’s just watch the movie—” 

“alright, ‘m callin’ bull. what’s gotten into you?” bakugou, obviously, isn’t satisfied with your answer and reaches over to pause the flick on the tv — shifting all of his ( or what’s left of it ) focus to you, concern weaving its way between the burgundy-brownish flecks in his pretty eyes. “you and i both know we haven’t been watchin’ shit. you’ve been jumpy all night too. you sure you’re good? nothin’ happened at work?”

katsuki’s a digger, a fixer. he won’t stop pestering until the problem’s solved and you can smile again — the issue at hand is so fickle and stupid, it makes you squirm hotly with embarrassment knowing you’ve caused all this fuss by being too horny when your boyfriend is completely drained. “nothing happened!” the pitch of your voice skyrockets lamely, bakugou’s tired face twitching at the highness. 

so he switches tactics and squeezes you where his large, perfectly veiny hands meet the soft skin of your hips — his head tilts like a curious puppy and he blinks, slow, sexy in a way that makes you actually physically pulse with need. “sweetness,” his voice falls by an octave. deep and velvety and caked in warning — prodding and poking the butterflies in your tummy just enough to send them into a frenzy. “come on, talk t’me.” 

you can’t help it. not when he talks like that. touches you like you might fall to pieces from the pressure. “suki.” pushing your lips into an instinctive pout, a whine escapes its shackles from behind your teeth, where the shy sound lies imprisoned against your tongue.

“oh.”

yeah. oh.

he’s used to pet names from you. it’s katsuki when you’re mad, kacchan to tease him or be annoying, baby in the mornings when he wakes up at the crack ass of dawn for a run and tries to bring you with him, kats on a day to day basis — like a secret that’s yours and no one else has. but suki. in the past, you’ve only ever called him suki when you’re wanting something, wanting him. when you’re too timid to tell him what you really need or how he can help the slight ache that builds below the surface — a place that only he can soothe or reach.  

“ah, i see. poor little baby’s feelin’ needy, huh?” you see his face, the knowing smirk that stretches into his smile lines, it burns at your nerve endings before you can even realise and stirs the pot of lust simmering deep within. he knows you a little too well for your liking, just what to say and how to say it — easing the wild landscape of your mind and turning you into that sweet, pliant little thing he loves so much. katsuki makes it easy to forget, natural to be good. 

your only form of retaliation is to swat at bakugou’s chest. “don’t!” 

“‘m not doing anything, i swear,” comes his low and breathless purr, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight down to your core that grows slick just from hearing him. instinctively, the two of you shift — bakugou moving down further on the couch with his back to the arm rest, you shuffling upwards until your shaky thighs can bracket his hips. you lean forward, chest to chest, and tuck your heated face into his neck. as the weight of you settles over him, comforting and familiar and warm, the blonde exhales shallowly. as if he’s working himself up to this, hands carefully dancing up and down your supple sides whilst his fingertips press into you a little more feverishly. “so fuckin’ needy ‘n for what. fuckin’ shit, too damn tired for this.” 

katauki’s golden lashes tickle your forehead as his eyes flutter shut in exhaustion. his body sinking deeper into the leather. you nearly shrink back, afraid of pushing him too far. “suki, you don’t have to—”

“hey, hey. said ‘m tired. not dead or fuckin’ senile.” even though he curses, there’s no malice in the bass of your boyfriend’s voice. in fact, he’s more amused — chucking fondly against you instead. “c’mere, get comfy. wanna taste you.” 

with a gentle thumb and forefinger, bakugou tilts your chin upwards and angles his head down to kiss you. at first, it’s languid and slow enough to set your nervous system alight, he doesn’t ask when his tongue presses against the seam of your lips — because he knows you’ll open up on command, slipping the pink muscle into the sweltering and wet warmth of your mouth. drool instantly pools over your own tongue, turning the kiss syrupy as he licks into you and his hand shifts upwards to cup the back of your head. 

he lets you take over, swallow him whole and take what you need to pacify the needy ache bouncing  around from your heart to your brain. it’s a little sticky and clumsy from where katsuki is too tired to keep it clean and coordinated, but neither of you mind much — melting into one another to form a union. he’s happy enough to taste the want in your mouth and the pitiful pleas that start to bubble up on your lips.

“atta girl, take whatever you want. i got you, sweetheart,” he lets out a broken groan between the sloppy exchange of kisses — pleased and prideful when your hips start to grind down on him hungry but shy. his cock kicks to life underneath you, nudging your clothed mound through layers of pretty pink hello kitty sweatpants. “been wanting this, huh? waiting for me to take care of you just how you need?” he continues soft, yet dominant — your core starts to flutter at the intonation, arousal clinging to your folds and soaking through the seat of your panties.

a hiccup forms in the rhythm of your breathing as katsuki lets his paws wander in a deliberate pathway down to your waistband. his fingers slip past the elastic and push further down to grope your ass through the material — massaging their soft globes. “whaddya wanna do, baby?” the blonde coos with his breath hot on your wet lips, fingernails raking over your damp underwear. “wanna ride me like this? hump my cock till your pretty clothes are soaked through? tell me, wanna help you…” 

his speech grows slurred and angsty like he can’t wait to get a real look at you falling apart, it’d be like a shot of caffeine to his nervous system too. you know he expects you to answer, even through his quiet fatigue — katsuki’s dominance reins strong. he trains your body to reply, letting go of your ass cheek and using his now free hand to rub your wet pussy from behind. deliberate, clumsy circles fall on your clit from over your underwear and alternate between speeds just to pull some whiney noises from you. 

“suki, suki—!” you cry out, face hot beneath the skin as you instinctively buck back against his hand — jolting over his growing bulge. “want this. i-i can cum like this. 

“fuck, you’re so cute and so fucking wet for me,” bakugou slaps his hand down on your quivering, empty cunt from behind — the force restricted by your sweatpants. a sticky clap resounds throughout the living room and makes you shake from embarrassment and anticipation. “can you take these off for me? i wanna see you, sweetness.” 

you do as you’re told, briefly pulling away from your sweltering heap of limbs to kick off your bottoms — leaving you half exposed in your underwear. this  gives the blonde just enough time to push his own down, tucking the elastic waistband underneath his bare, heavy balls. 

bakugou lies flat on the couch, reaching for you then “come sit,” he instructs simply and smiles mellowly, proudly,  when you shuffle on your knees, straddling him once more. his muscular arms welcome you home to him, smoothing over every inch of your skin — the parts you love and the parts you sometimes hate, appreciating you like a man who knows he’s got it good. you tingle wherever his fingertips lie, miss them all too much when he moves on from a particular spot but most importantly — you feel adored, loved because even though he’s been worn down by the world, katsuki takes the time to treat you tenderly. 

swiftly, he pulls your soiled panties to the side and tucks the crotch behind one of your swollen folds — the two of you then share hushed moans as your sexes come into contact again. now with a little less fabric, naked and syrupy against each other. his cock is as pretty as always — bright red and blistering hot at the tip with thick, creamy precum oozing from the tip and pooling at his belly button ( now visible due to where his shirt has risen up ). perfect purple veins spiral down the meat of his shaft, pulsing from where it peeks out from his absurdly pink sweats. there’s enough of him in your line of sight to make you drool from two places.

“god, look at that, baby,” humming faintly under his breath, bakugou reaches down between your parted thighs with a thumb to spread your pussy over his length — exposing you to sleepy, sinful eyes. “perfect pussy, all fuckin’ mine.” his chest rumbles like a prideful beast at the vision before him, glistening cunt throbbing with need, all for him. he thumbs his signature onto your clit, worsening the heartbeat that thrums through it. 

“kats,” you heave, impatiently. “suki, don’t tease. need somethin’…” 

“then you know what to do, sweet thing,” with an encouraging and gentle reminder, bakugou’s calloused palm spans over the base of your spine and pushes you forward — prompting you to swirl your hips over his lap. his frame shudders at the first glide of his painfully hard shaft through your swollen, sluice folds and as the hood of your clit catches deliciously on his cockhead. you react in  exactly the same way. shakily, you fall forward with a strained pant — not expecting the sensitivity and the jolt of ecstasy spreading through your limbs like a vicious wildfire. 

it was was before and it’s even worse now — with the way his breath fans hotly over your face and his chest rumbles hungrily beneath your own. the vibrations tweaking your nipples to hardness, they rub against his firm pecs the more you rock your hips and buck against him.

you’ve really missed katsuki, really needed him, and here he is laying himself bare for the taking. 

“kats… ‘m so sensitive…i don’t think i can—” you murmur, unsure of yourself. of this. if you cum too quickly it’d be like you’d used him — he’s way too tired to reach his peak without the work.

katsuki grounds you before you can get too overwhelmed, a lingering and languid kiss is pressed against your lips to keep the peace.

he doesn’t let you think on it too much, hips jerking upwards to remind you that he wants you just as badly and he’ll accept whatever your body has to give. “take it from me. i don’t mind,” the blonde murmurs gruffly over the crude ‘schlick’ sound your sexes make as he slowly pulls you back and forth over his creamy cock. sweet, glacé arousal smears along the length of him, a mix of what you leak and aids in your hesitant movements. with your boyfriend’s help, you build momentum carefully — stacking up pleasure brick by brick and bucking down on him using sensual swirls of your hips. 

“that’s it, fuck, grind on me just like that.”

tiredness etches its way into his tone, seeps from his pores but it doesn’t stop bakugou from praising you as you rut against his thick erection faster and faster. whilst his hands stay settled at the small of your back or the soft skin at your hips, they guide you through the motions — back and forth, back and forth until your breath hitches and your words come out as brainless babbles. he doesn’t control you, nor physically, katsuki lets you pick a pace that causes an erratically erotic pulse in your cunt. one that has you clenching around his seedy tip every time it brushes over your spasming hole — like it’s begging to be filled.

tension sluggishly builds between your bodies, it coils in your lower tummy and twists at your focus and the explosive pro-hero absolutely adores it. nothing turns him on more than seeing you like this, pliant, soft and needy — aching to be fucked. the two of you are dizzied with desire before you know it, a heap of sweaty, sex tainted limbs on the couch without realising. katsuki seems to grow impossibly harder between your supple thighs, the forked veins on his dick throbbing with blood flow carrying lustful hormones from his brain and his heart — you feel the rhythm and the want for you that he’s filled with, and it motivates you to take more.

there’s something so sexy about the way your boyfriend lets you use him despite the fatigue looming over him and you know that it’s the reason why his pelvis and lower abdomen are smeared with your juices — golden and scarred skin now glistening underneath the warm, dim lighting in your living room because how much his lazy, slanted smirk and deep gravelly voice make your mound spew round after round of arousal. 

“so fuckin’ lucky, my girl is so fuckin’ perfect for me,” bakugou continues to rasp avidly, so fucking gone underneath you. his praise starts to sear through your skin, akin to the sensation of burning yourself  on a hot pot of sugar set to caramelise. his touch invokes a similar feeling, warm as though  he’s been using his quirk as it slips back down to you — kneading the globes of flesh to keep himself grounded, in fear of losing himself to the way you practically rub your pussy raw and sticky on his girth. “slow baby, slow. don’t wear yourself out. let your body feel it all.”

a pathetic simper claws its way out of your throat because it all feels too good to slow down now. not when he sits between your legs just right, like he’s meant to be there. not when he lets you press down against his prominent, pulsating erection and depend on him for every ounce of your pleasure. it’d kill you to go slow but it’d be even worse if this ended all too soon.

you collapse on top of bakugou, weak from the bliss, shy from his constant sleepy attention. you just need a minute, a second to hide from the unruly lust curling around your organs. “need me to help you?” your boyfriend voices quietly, soft spoken words turning to a broken hiss as your spasming hole leaves a thick trail of cream from his balls to his very tip. katsuki thrusts up into your sticky mound like it’s natural, like he’s not running on empty and staying up to entertain you. like he’s coming home. encouraging you with pretty moans from just being able to lay his eyes on you. 

despite how weary he sounds, the pro hero murmurs in an attempt to guide you — keen on seeing the way your face crumples like your world is falling to pieces, needy precious tears slipping over the edge of your lash line. he likes you like this malleable and desperate for anything he gives. “circle your hips, take it nice ‘n easy. s’good, sweetness.” he continues to praise and instruct against the crown of your head, even as you glide deliciously over the leaking head of his dick. “that’s it, you got it. i got you.” 

the two of you fall into an easy rhythm then. following the notes of a tune your bodies have danced to before — early mornings before patrols, late nights in foreign countries for missions. you rut and grind against one another, the puffy folds of your molten core bracketing his chubbed up girth, keeping katsuki tucked away in your gushing wetness, covering him in your claim.

you move with a gentle gluttony, like your body’s been built from the ground up just for this — lazily humping bakugou until all you can hear is the claggy cloying noise of your cunt on him. you ache for him, tremble with a delightful pain that blossoms in your lower body like a couple of coals have been thrown onto your fire. bakugou throws his head back against the couch, sunny blonde hair askew as though it’s been swept up in a breeze. his angular jaw turns slack, mouth open wide as his intimate gripes and groans filthily fill the air — almost imitating your whimpers with how exhausted he sounds.

he can’t help it, going from grasping at your forearms to keep you anchored to the cock that kicks up against your drooling pussy — to smoothing over the curve of your ass, his nails forming light crescent moons against the skin as he pulls you forward and rolls his milky mushroomed tip against your entrance.

“such a good fuckin’ girl, listen so well. doin’ everything i say, you know, you’re making me feel so good, baby. so fucking good,” katsuki gets a potty mouth when he’s high on pleasure, delirious from his lack of sleep. a stream of colourful curses, bracketed by his alluring unfiltered whines, stick to the strings of saliva that fill his mouth and they only worsen when you push down to meet him half way. you do the work, shimmying your hips over his lap and rubbing your little pressure nub against the sensitive veins decorating his shaft  “sweet pussy on me like this, making a mess. how’d i get so fuckin’ lucky?”

you let him talk and babble sleepily because he lets you use his body, the pleasure shamelessly building between you both in unsturdy blocks ready to come crashing down at any instant.  “shit, this is just what i needed. you’re exactly what i need, baby. all the time. every time.” bakugou groans on, fatigue causing a crack in his gritty voice. now,  the foundation is weak, one more swipe of his meaty girth along the length of your silken slit could have you both in pieces sooner rather than later. you’re both so messy and lazy and gone for each other too.  

even through the exhausted haze coasting over his mind like a veil of fog rolling down a hill — katsuki notices. he picks up on the way your hips shift, pressing down harder on him, how your breath hitches as the waist band of his pants rubs the backs of your thighs raw. you work so hard to chase that high, he can’t help but smile sleepily with pride. “that feel good for you? yeah? when i rub my dick against this cute little clit, just like this.” he chuckles with a low and dangerous rasp, barely there. his fingers too, just ghosting over your supple hips, guiding you where he’s too tired to thrust up.

you nod meekly into the crook of his neck, bite down on golden skin to hide your needy mewls. 

“oh i know. take it, sweetness. lose yourself on me.” whilst katsuki’s hands grow sweaty on your skin, hot and heavy where they stop you from pulling too far off him. creamy strands of your arousal form a thick froth between your thighs, smeared over your pretty pussy and your boyfriend’s aching cock — sending notes of sex into the calm, cosy air.

his ruined ruby eyes barely open, tiredly and languidly sloping downwards from the angelic twist of your face in ecstasy to the ever growing glisten of your thighs. this must really be love, bakugou thinks, to have his girl so desperate for him that she’d give him a pussyjob on the spot while he rests. without really being able to resist, two of his thick digits sneak towards your swollen, puffy folds to spread them and he lets out a shattered simper at the sight of your sweet hole pushing out fat droplets of your own nectar.

jesus, the blonde could drop dead right here and he wouldn’t even be mad.

“o-oh fuck. suki, suki!” you pant out, sighing like a dream. the coil building deep within winds itself tight, like tying a knot before you set something free. you’re sure bakugou knows before you do, what’s about to hit and drown out the wonders of the world outside. you reckon he can smell it, the taste of your orgasm hanging in the air, especially when he inhales the waves of lust radiating from your skin — licking his lips. 

you grind against him with more passion, faster and faster until the couch squeals from the feverish force. all of your muscles begin to tense, contrasting with the violent way in which you tremble above him, but you can’t focus on the pain that stings in your pelvis from your movements — you can only think about how good the two of you will feel once you tumble over the edge. not even your clothes, soiled and waterlogged with a lewd concoction of your shared arousals can slow you down. not even the deep cut of your tangled panties against your inner thigh will stop you from pushing onwards. 

all that matters is the magnetic push and pull between your bodies, the back and forth of a thick throbbing cock against your milky mound. the prominent veins catch on the most sensitive parts of you and like a hook, line and sinker — you’re both dragged closer towards your peaks. if he weren’t so tired, you’d get him to fill you to the brim — cream your cunt for as long as he’d last, but right now you’ll settle for the opaque white stain that spreads over your sex. the precum that beads between your pussy lips work every buck of your hips, that now start to lose their rhythm. 

“fuck, baby,” bakugou swears beneath you, skin flashing with a heated red hue. he blushes hard as you wreck him, head cocked to those and golden locks spread out against the headrest of the couch. “do you know how much i love you like this? love you on’top’a me, needing me. taking it like a good girl, helping me relax.” his glows under ambient living room light, body coated in a layer of perspiration as the blonde uses the last of his energy to match your pace. 

large arms lock around your back, holding you closer to his molten hot chest than physically possible and eliminating any space between you. katsuki groans low and sexy, sending a crack of dopamine through your system like an electric shock, and strokes his girth over your core, drowned out by your slick. neither of you stop now, a stone’s throw away from pent up bliss that you both know is about to burst into the real world. pop your little bubble and pocket of the universe.

“suki, don’t think i can hold it,” with your hips rocking fluidly, akin to a rushing river, your boyfriend helps you with the final push — letting the pad of his thumb roughly graze the painfully hard nub kept safe between your parted folds. you grind against his fingers wildly, staining it with your viscous essence until his entire palm is practically covered in you. a teaser for your orgasm that’s about to break the surface. “please don’t make me hold it.” 

usually he would, usually he’d drag you on for hours until sex felt like loving torture, but tonight, katsuki wants to see you break — watch what you’ve earned from having your way with him. “never. let go for me, sweetness. show me how much you needed this. make yourself cum for me,” he shakes his head once, craning his head down to pull you into a sloppy kiss — tongue melding with your own, spit pushed into your mouth lazily in a way that contrasts with the heavy snap of his hips upwards, length pulsing right where you need him. “oooh, good girl. i’ve got you. that’s right, make a mess. ruin me for everybody else.” 

“h-hah. s-suki!” 

that’s all you need, really. 

whatever nasty, crude opaque white that had bubbled up against your spasming entrance ( a blend of precum and your juices ) is quickly washed away by the flash flood of your high. leaving a loose milky streak along the length of bakugou’s shaft in its wake. the world seems to burn into a kaleidoscope of different colours that make you feel woozy and break you away from reality — when you cum, it spirals down his cock in a viscous stream like molten lava and splashes against your tummies; adding to the mess, making it so much worse. 

both of your shaky arms hug the blonde’s head — acting like an anchor or a tether to the world. the ropes that had been twisting deep within since the start of all this, unravel at a speed that you can hardly register and you’re rendered a helpless mess of exerted limbs on top of your already tired boyfriend. he doesn’t mind that you cry, or squirm, the weight of you and the angelic sounds you make as you fall apart are bakugou’s solace. just what he needed, just what you needed.

you curse, you cry and you heave into his neck, the delicious strain of your vocal cords giving him that one final burst he needs to push towards his own high. “mhm, mhm? keep going for me baby, ‘m right there. let me use you for a sec,” bakugou snarls out. he rasps without giving a fuck, losing his composure and forgetting what it means to talk. he ruts faster, harder into your ruined cunt with what little strength remains in him, orgasm stacking painfully in his pelvis. “h-holy shit. fuck, you’re so good to me.” 

one large hand leaves your hip to cup the back of your neck, not squeezing, but creating enough presence to leave you lightheaded. the explosive pro hero drags you into another sloppy, uncoordinated kiss — licking into your mouth to pass what little sanity he has left onto you. “cummin’ sweetheart, gonna paint this pussy with my cream. s-shit,” katsuki coos and curses under his breath, next to every praise that comes to mind and over the crude sound of your sensitive sex slipping over his dick.

every inch slides against your pussy one last time before the blonde finally succumbs — every ache and ounce of tension melts away from his hulking body underneath you as he lets go. he shudders, piping hot spurts of his seed landing hot against your mound as it pulses on him. there’s too much of it, sloshing your legs and sinking into the couch — some seeping through the shreds of clothing the two of you are somehow still wearing. all the while, katsuki feeds you the passion splayed across the tongue, moaning into your mouth while he cums on your clit and your cunt. 

he doesn’t pull away, even as you both twitch through the aftershocks —  grabbing hold of the swollen base of his cock to tap his cum-coated tip against your hole. katsuki chuckles, absolutely drained, as it locks and unlocks around nothing. greedy. 

“mmmn, love you so much, baby,” he hums, once the ringing in his ear finally stops and the static cracking across his brain finally calms. bakugou clings onto you like you're a life line, only letting you lift your head slightly, just so you can breathe. “fuck, that was so good.” 

you stay on top of your boyfriend, satiated and buzzing with adoration — letting your own wave of tiredness work its way through your system. “love you more,” you bleat back with a tiny yawn, content as you listen to the dull thud of katsuki’s heartbeat whilst it slows. he’s still present, warm, coaxing though sleepy and it makes you feel safe. “thank you for spoiling me.” 

“thank you for being a good girl and letting me, your boyfriend affectionately pecks your forehead once, exhaling deep through his nose as if all his worries from the week have been cast away. “even when you’re too fuckin’ shy to ask.” 

“you were sleepy!” you bite.

he bites back, words slipping into sleepy slurred speech. “yeah, and you’re insatiable. my needy baby,” bakugou murmurs, teasing half heartedly because he’s too busy trying to lock you down on top of him for a nap. “think makin’ me cum is gonna knock me out though. so c’mere…”

“oh my god. shut up. you know i can be needy.” 

“feels good to be needed. so, quit your whinin’ and close your eyes," katsuki squeezes you once, as a reminder, letting you it’s safe to want him. no matter what. “fall asleep with me, just like this.” 

and from there, you do. tucked up together, albeit, a bit overly warm and sticky, which you just know he’ll complain about later but for now — you bask in the afterglow, completely satisfied after taking exactly what you need.

end.

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[jessaerys]

father figure with benefits

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hawksraine, probably

[elparaisodetlaloc]

[carmshifts]

hi katsuki

[myphilia-deactivated20260406]

Scripting that yuri is more popular than both het and yaoi combined cause I'm tired of it constantly being overshadowed

[carmshifts]

hawks doing more than raines own father to help her find her brother OK

[bfbkg]

hii luna, how r u?!?!?! ☺️☺️

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

PERMANENT FIX! (3.9k)

pro hero!bakugou katsuki x pro hero!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but you were the only person he could think of. 

“please.”

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

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

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

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

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

“you.”

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

you blink at him, spluttering, “what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re crazy.”

“fuckin’ crazy for you, angel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s not my fault you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wanna be my girl?”

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

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

“katsuki! let me move!” 

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

“we both know my pussy is better.”

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

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

“then you can be mine too?”

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

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

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