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SYNOPSIS: you ask your boyfriend what language he thinks in.
NOTES: suggestive, 18+, you speak english, established relationship, cosy n sleepy. probably needs another proofread aha
your bedroom is toasty, with remnants of your citrus honey perfume you sprayed on before you rushed to work in the morning and lingers of your boyfriend’s infamous smoky sweet smell from where he undressed moments ago to lay beside you.
under the covers beside bakugou katsuki, you couldn’t imagine anywhere safer. you both purposely decided to go to bed early (early for you, not for him) just so you had enough time to make out like teenagers.
you’re in your pyjamas, a lilac soft camisole and old granny striped panties from years ago. they’ve slightly lost their elasticity, a little out of shape but that’s the reason you love them so. also they always manage to get a hearty laugh from katsuki despite their lack of sex appeal. they don’t bother him, he’ll still tug them off with his teeth.
you’ve got your pale pink silk bonnet on, tied to a bow around your head. you’ve tried getting bakugou to wear one, protecting his blonde locks but you’re lost on getting it to stay during the night. it ends up by his feet on the bed, the floor, his face, one time your face. you’ve given up, buying him a silk pillowcase for when he stays over.
the silk is cold on your cheek as you share a pillow on your double bed. nose to nose, body to body.
katsuki is way too big for your bed, the width of his shoulder covers half of your side and it’s something you should complain about… though you can’t when all that toned raw muscle cuddles you to his chest.
it’s quiet in your room, aside from the smacking of your lips, katsuki’s low grumbles that rumble from the pit of his stomach. then when he bites on your bottom lip, it’s a little whine that accidentally flutters out.
it’s a few seconds of staring at your sleepy lover in the dark while your lips are apart, breathless. your hand cups his cheeks and bakugou tugs you closer to him by your hip. you know he’s aroused, he struggles to hide it on a good day but in your bed with his guard down, he finds no reason to.
he squeezes your waist harshly, pushing out a shaky exhale from you like a squeaky toy.
“you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, guttural like the truth is pulled out from him without his permission. being alone with you does this to him. has him struggling to lie and not say what’s on his mind. katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way.
his skin is shiny from the expensive moisturiser you recommended, making him appear like a baby that just got doused in vaseline. luscious. healthy and stunning with his plucked eyebrows and scar right under his cheekbone.
“no, you are,” you reply, shutting him up by giving him another kiss.
it’s a leisurely kiss. you feel his jaw widen as he tilts his head over yours. your tongues tangle for fun, as if you’re playing a pointless game where you’re both going to win. bakugou manages to suck on yours and without meaning to another whine slips from you.
the only thing on your mind is bakugou katsuki.
you pull away from him, a quick peck on his lip before blinking at him.
“what?” katsuki breathes, tapping your ass cheek twice before resting back on your waist. then he decides to sneak his hand under your cami, his hand cosy under the fabric.
“what language do you think in?” you ask, running the pad of your thumb over his cheek scar.
“why’re you thinkin’ about that?” he rubs his top lip on his septum then he grabs your hand off his face to kiss your thumb. he’s always transferring your love back to you.
you hum inconspicuously, “i’m thinking about you.”
“japanese, baby. then i translate in my head to talk to you.”
katsuki wants to go back to feeling his lips over yours, tasting every inch of you. but now he’s studying the sleepy sadness in your eyes, how you jut out your bottom lip like you’ve just been wronged.
you’re not wearing anything under your camisole so he’s able to run his thumb on the underside of your breasts.
“what’s wrong with that?” he asks, trying to figure you out.
bakugou katsuki finds that having a girlfriend often means having to learn another new language. that when you tuck yourself away from him after an argument in the car, it means you want him to talk and not that you need space. that when you want to get dessert, he has to also say yes. you can’t get dessert alone, even if he doesn’t want any.
you huff softly, running your hand down his bare stone carved chest to the rim of his cotton shorts.
“it sounds like a lot of work you have to do mentally to be with me. i want it to be easy.”
bakugou frowns. you’re disappointed, fucking heartbroken by the looks of it. he wants to laugh, how silly you can get when your unfiltered thoughts come out. you wouldn’t admit something like this during the day, you’d probably make a joke that he should be working his brain to keep up with you.
but you’re softened and closer to the dreamworld than you are on the bed with him.
“it’s not like that, princess. i don’t gotta think twice,” he half shrugs, “it’s not a conscious thing anymore. i just think and out my mouth is english. nothin’ deep.”
you’re not having it, sighing to yourself, “i’m gonna get really good at japanese for you. i’m not bad at it.”
“your pronunciation is amazin’,” he smiles at you, ducking forward to kiss your lips.
“thanks,” you mumble, opting to feel him up instead.
your hand smooths up his chunky bicep, then down the deep chisels of his back. bakugou thinks you’ve moved on, that he can go back to smushing his face against your pretty one when you speak again.
“there’s a whole world in your head i don’t know about.”
you look at his necklace when you speak, an old gold chain of yours that you gave to him. it was too thick on you and it suits him perfectly. you tug on it, feeling each ridge between your fingers.
“hm?” he pushes you to explain.
“words that can’t translate. the dreams you must have. you know how you can read translated poetry and the notes about the poem are longer than the poem itself? that’s your head and i’m outside of it.” you whisper, holding onto his chain while you kiss him like you feel lonely. though he’s right there.
but bakugou doesn’t pout back. you’ve got him thinking.
“you should be an outsider when i’m with you and your friends or you and your family. i think i know english and then you’re saying words and phrases that i can’t understand. all sounds like gibberish to me.”
“that’s like made up words and slang. you’re still fluent. it’s not the same,” you poke back.
bakugou chuckles, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes. he pulls your hand to rest on the centre of his chest and he places his hand over yours. you feel the gentle patter of his heartbeat, it soothes you.
“‘m not fuckin’ fluent.”
you nudge closer to him, unable to not be all over him for a second. you sling your leg over his waist, hugging him to you and running your nose along his ear.
“yes you are. you know everything.”
“you don’t know what it’s like to argue with you.”
that makes you pause which makes bakugou turn back on his side to look at you.
you purse your lips then relax, “what do you mean?”
“when you’re mad at me, you speak fast as hell, usually cussing me with words i’ve never thought to put together and you’re so quick with it. so fuckin’ quick.”
you’re unsure how being quick is different to speaking fast.
bakugou can tell you’re still confused. “my brain just can’t keep up. like i’m still translatin’ the last sentence and now you’re tellin’ me to go fuck myself ‘cause i’m a shit piece.”
you giggle at that. piece of shit, he knows.
“i think you’re making excuses because i’m always right,” you play.
bakugou shrugs, “maybe baby. but it’s so fuckin’ hard. i know what i wanna say when we argue but then you’re already on to the next point and i haven’t answered the first and then ‘cause i’m not talkin’ ‘cause im tryin’ to think, you think i don’t care.”
it’s easier to talk about arguing when you’re not arguing.
“oh kats. that makes me sad. i’ll be more patient—,”
“no, no. i wanna be able to handle it.” he squeezes your hand.
“it’s not something to handle. i see when you argue with kiri and deku. you’re quick then, even though i don’t know what you’re talking about,”
bakugou grins, “i do like when you call me a fuckin’ dickhead.” he mimics your accent, his own chesty chuckle falling out when you put your hand on his face and grimace loudly.
he kisses the centre of your palm and the tickle causes you to pull away.
“i’ll be better for you,” you whisper and bakugou shakes his head.
“no, i will.” you finalise.
bakugou sighs softly, knowing your mind won’t change.
you chew the inside of your cheek, a sign you’re dying to speak.
“go on then, baby.” he smiles.
“english isn’t even a romantic language. nothing sounds pretty, if anything it’s a pretty evil language—,”
bakugou stuffs his head into your neck, pushing you back into the bed softly. he begins nibbling on a soft spot before resting his lips on top in a wet kiss. he rubs over your lower back in slow circles.
“too much thinkin’, baby,” he works on your neck, loving how you mould your body into his, “it’s romantic ‘cause i’m talkin’ to you. your birthday cards, even your texts to me sound like poetry.”
you grunt to yourself. you are a good writer.
“you speak english at work. it’s not always romantic for you.”
bakugou rests on his forearm, hovering over you. “i can speak any language i want at work and people will find a way to listen.”
there’s the humility you love in your boyfriend.
“but i love talkin’ and understandin’ you. your big ass world in there,” he taps your temple with the tip of your finger, “the only benefit to knowin’ this language is i get to know you.”
you awe before you can help it and bakugou hangs his head in a blush. he manhandles your body with a single hand, pulling you closer under his arm.
“maybe english is romantic.” you hum, “and don’t lie to me. you need english for me and to watch those american superhero movies without subtitles.”
bakugou looks up at you grinning, nudging his nose into your cheek, “not true. the japanese dub is sick. rather listen to it in japanese.”
you can’t push your smile off, “so just me?”
he nods like a lovesick fool, droopy sleepy eyes and a wandering hand. “just you, princess.”
with your mind settled and tonight’s questions answered, you and bakugou go back to learning each other's language.
this time bakugou lets you sink your tongue into his mouth. wet kiss after wet kiss, your nails satisfyingly scratching through his hair and scalp.
bakugou moans into your mouth, sending vibrations throughout your body. “i love you.”
“i love you and thank you for letting me win all the arguments. you need to level up before you can fight me,” you giggle against his lips.
bakugou rolls his eyes, he’s got you back, bubbly and tender in his arms.
“yeah, yeah, princess,” he grins at you, looking over your body. he brushes his hand over your clothed groin, your fluffy pubic hair all tucked under your high waisted panties. “d’you wanna take these off for me? wanna hear you moan for me.”
you look like he just offered to eat you out. shiny eyes, pawing down his chest, finger already hooking in your underwear.
“head, please,” you say politely, the sweet back and forth that gets you internally giggling at yourself and bakugou always rolling his eyes.
“that’s a word i learnt from you. head. through context clues and all. didn’t learn that at school in japan.” he shakes his head, helping you yank off your underwear. he tucks the fabric under his pillow to find it easily later.
“what would you call it? cunnilingus?” you look at your boyfriend, shirtless and sexy, hike your legs over his shoulders as he ducks down to lay on his stomach between your legs.
“the fuck is that?” he blurts, forcing his eyes from your glistening pussy to your pretty face, hitched up from your pillow.
“the proper word for eating pussy.” you say.
bakugou blinks at you, “repeat it f’me.”
“cunnilingus.”
bakugou repeats it after you as if he’s tasting every syllable on his tongue. though since he’s so close to you, your hips inch up in his face without meaning to.
he ignores you for the time being, “i don’t like that word.”
“w-what would you say?” you ask, licking your bottom lip. despite the rising heat over your body, you’re still curious.
“eating pussy.” he smirks like an idiotic boy that just said a bad word. he spreads your thighs apart, rubbing his cheek against your inner thigh.
“oh. duh,” you laugh flustered, thoughts all on a one track road. he’s so gorgeous. sexy. you wanna drag him up to kiss him, you also wanna be touched. “can you? eat my pussy?”
bakugou says something to you, full japanese with beaming cheeks. his lips curl around every syllable, fluent and unfamiliar to you yet home on katsuki’s tongue. his smile doesn’t let up, he punctuates his comment by kissing your thigh.
“what?” you whimper, breathless just from his mouth close to your centre.
“said you’re a brat.” he translates, spreading you open with his thumbs. damn. he might have to fuck you after.
“yours, though.”
he agrees, looking straight at your wet folds just from a little kissing. he ensures that he says his next words directly to you so there’s no mistranslation, “mine. and i’m yours.”
comments n tags appreciated! part two comments will be deleted.
you wished for the skies to send you a friend--an angel, the nicest angel they have.
and instead they sent you katsuki. barreling from the skies and leaving a fuckin crater in your backyard.
alien!katsuki descends to earth and his mission is to be the biggest little shit there is. he follows you home because he has nowhere else to go. he growls, snaps and bites at you. he wrestles you with his four stupid arms and laughs evily when you inevitably end up losing and cry about it. he steals your food and he makes sure you see how thouroughly he chews it and there was no chance of you getting it back.
but alien!katsuki also insists on sleeping in bed with you. he grips you tightly with all four of his arms like you're his personal stuffed animal and insists you read him a story from one of your story books (which he tried to eat when he first arrived, mind you.) he learns how to say your name and will never stop saying it no matter what. he drags you around and he bites your bullies for you and licks your tears (even though you say its gross) because he says he's the only one who's allowed to annoy you. and sometimes whenever he feels really bad (which is rare) he'll spit a bit of his food back out to share. you don't want it anymore. but it's the thought that counts.
alien!katsuki is undoubtedly a little shit, but he's your bestest friend in the whole universe.
best friend bakugou who spends all night grumbling about how stupid new year’s eve parties are.
who doesn’t miss the way you keep trying to pretend like you’re not upset that your stupid boyfriend bailed on coming to kirishima’s.
who grabs you by the belt loop when he catches you trying to sneak off into the kitchen alone when everyone starts cheering and drinking and kissing and hugging as the clock strikes midnight (who spins you around and cups the back of your head and presses his mouth to yours—)
imagine finding out that your best friend bakugou has never sent anyone a dick pic. everyone's razzing him over it, and he's just like whoever i'm fucking can just come the fuck over at look at my dick why the fuck do i need to do a photoshoot with it????
"my dick ain't in fuckin' vogue you fucks" end quote
unfortunately. you realize you've created a monster in that moment.
because years worth of resolutely ignoring your very secret very unspoken never to be mentioned crush on bakugou katsuki are violently tossed out the window in favor of the knowledge that (1) bakugou has a very big dick (2) bakugou has a very nice dick (3) bakugou takes very very very flattering pictures of his nice, big dick.
naturally your fight or flight response leads you to send the only string of words that your brain is capable of putting together as you otherwise muffle a pathetic moan against the hand clasped against your mouth, face hot.
no videos????? coward
(bakugou forgets to stop recording after a few strokes. forgets that his phone can pick up every sound, every pant. every rough groan of your name as he fucks his fist till he cums hard all over his bare stomach.)
when you look up at bakugou, you’re not only surprised to hear what he said, but also to see he looks just as surprised as you.
it makes you chuckle lightly, how wide his eyes are. how his lip trembles to make words and you can practically see the gears in his brain overheating. it’s so unlike him to be this caught of guard, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him make this fish out of water face in all your years in school together.
you’re amused enough that you contemplate letting him struggle a bit more. it’s thrilling in a way, seeing the hard boiled pro hero act like this over a slip up that most would find surprisingly, maybe even uncharacteristically considerate. but you know him, and you know he’s always been an observant guy.
you didn’t know he’d been observing you, though.
“oh, yeah..” you answered, trying hard not too smile too hard. you shifting your weight from one foot to the other “you noticed that?”
quickly, his expression shifts again, almost like he’s horrified, and he even steps away from you slightly like you’d actually spooked him, shoulders almost flying up to his ears.
“it-i didn’t! no, i mean-fuck—it’s bright as shit ! of course i’d fuckin’ notice it-it’s a whole different colour !”
you didn’t know seeing bakugou falling apart like this could be this fun. and strangely attractive.
you don’t mean to, but you laugh. you laugh and you do so hard you slink into yourself. bakugou immediately growls in anger, threatening you with a rapid fire of impossible threats. yet when you grab his arm to keep him from running off and continuing his hissy fit, he diligently stays while you caught your breath despite his grumbles.
“s-sorry, sorry..” you sigh, wiping your eyes to calm down. you lean back up, taking a deep breath, smiling despite his large-large, grumpy frown.
“i just-yeah, i did change it tonight..” you confirm, smile still on your lips. bakugou’s eyes focus on them intently when you wet them absentmindedly, and you suddenly become extremely aware of his body heat passing through yours because you’re still holding onto him. you quickly let go, and quickly miss his warmth. it suddenly feels very cramped in this open, empty street. despite your former classmates’ cheers of a well spent night further ahead.
“the girls and i went to the mall and…i thought it was pretty.” you ramble. you don’t know why you’re telling him this, a simple “yes, i did get a new one recently” worked just fine. but that look in his eyes. his eyes in general, really, made you want to say a lot of things you probably shouldn’t.
“didn’t know it’d be that flashy, though.” you chuckle, shrugging and wrapping your arms around yourself.
“s’not.” bakugou shrugs back. he huffs against the slight chill, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets “you just…got this way of makin’ yerself seen, i guess.”
your eyes widen, fingers tensing. “…you think so ?”
“just said so, didn’t i ?” he stresses. he’s almost hissing his words out, but there’s undoubtedly a carefulness to them.
“really…i didn’t know people thought that about me…” you whisper.
bakugou squints at you, eyes so narrow they turn into slits. his lip pulls up, cutely pouty, even for a grown ass man.
“well, dunno ‘bout others but…you…you’re always- ” he cuts himself off quickly, groaning. he scratches the back of his head, tapping his foot at an antsy pace. “damnit, you make it so hard to just—fuckin’ think.”
your heart picks up when he looks at you again, eyes red and pleading. his red in the ears and it’s blooming towards his cheeks the more he looks, you feel your whole body heat up at his gaze.
“you’re…someone i can’t ignore. i don’t want to ignore you.” his arm drops limply. a bitter laugh escapes him. “my fuckin’ brain won’t let me, s’makin’ me notice dumb stuff. like your dumb lip colour.”
your face scrunches “it’s not dumb ! i spent like—15 minutes picking out this colour, it was a once in a lifetime find, you asshole.” you spit.
bakugou takes very obvious pleasure in your anger, he always does. he smirks for the first time since the start of the conversation and you hate how hot it looks.
“it is dumb, dimwit. s’why i was lookin’.” he snickers meanily.
you gasp, pressing a hand to your chest, insulted. “oh, we all know why you’re really lookin’ mr. jackass.”
bakugou takes your challenging tone in stride. never one to back down, he raises a brow and steps closer to you. he leans right into your space with his eyes glued to yours.
“oh, yeah ?”
“oh, yeah.”
“if that’s the case, go ahead then. tell the class.” his eyebrows furrow, it’s meant to sound taunting-he was actively snickering a moment ago but he’s quieter now. something’s brewing, something you both knew only needed a little more to finally burst out.
“it’s ‘cus you…” you swallow, he glances down at your mouth once more “you. have a big, fat, crush on me. and you’re too much of a wuss to say anything about it.”
his expression morphs again, but this time he’s caught off guard in a completely different way, unlike his usually annoyance. his jaw tightens.
“i’ll show you a fuckin’ wuss, sweetheart." he spits out. then he grabs your face, so quickly and desperately you know there’s no way to turn back now.
and you wouldn’t want to anyway. you wrap your arms around his shoulders just as tight and desperate as he presses his mouth to yours.
and when he pulls away, your lipgloss clings to his lips.
guys ok i need to complain for a little bit im starting to HATE HATE HATE. HATE. this fucking thing in otome games where the topics will be about like the mafia or werewolves or whatever the fuck like hardcore shit and then the love interests will ALL. without exception be the skinniest like soft pretty boy man alive. im tired of it SOOOO genuinely like ENOUGH. why am i being kidnapped by a gaggle of dangerous men and MULTIPLE IF NOT ALL of my romance options are twinks just KILL ME NEOOOOWWWW
i can excuse it for vampires bc i guess they're supposed to look pretty yadda yadda but sometimes i want a bit of a difference yknow? like be a lil rugged be a little jagged around the edges hell look like you havent slept in a couple days also. I WANT MORE MONSTER SHIT!! GIMME MORE SPOOKY FREAKS N GHOULS TO ROMANCE.
also the personality types im tired of it. the same five songs....im tired of the suave flirty guy or the fucking bubbly guy next door type or just a genuine asshole pervert for some reason........?!
one of them likes computers, one of them is sleepy boy SOMETIMES BOTH OF THESE ARE MIXED TOGETHER WAKE ME UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE!!!! atp id love an otome game w lets say characters who act like fucking danganronpa characters. i want a colorful cast i can feel interested in not bc the game is force feeding me pity w a sad backstory but bc they're fun!!!! they're funny!!! they dont feel soulless besides like aahh must romance girl yknow????!!! like gimme more meanies idk they're fun and im definitely NOT biased nononononon
but seriously gimme SOMETHINNNN!!! I BEG!!! gimme more character !!!!! gimme more SOUL(deltarune soul appears)
i really hit the jackpot with your account. I’ve never seen someone characterize bakugo the same way i do!!!!! everyone always says he’s some sort of bad boy delinquent with no care in the world but they really just dont see the bigger picture. Love love love writing katsuki and i love how YOU do!!! <3
soft loser nerd boy bakugo forever
OMG ANOTHER ELLE :D YOURE SO SWEET!!!! im so flattered you feel that way ty SOOOOO MUCH for the love (˵>ᗜ<˵) !! your words make me so happy omg omg i really love katsuki's character and seeing other ppl relating to how i see him !! taking his character entirely at face value is just so late to me atp LOL SOFT LOSER NERD BOY BKG 4L!!!
i headcanon that katsuki is like the biggest prude ever. pre rls
like it’s a hot summer night and you’re in the common room after a shower and bakugo is just lounging on the couch while barking orders at poor todoroki who’s trying his best to help out in the kitchen.
and you walk past him and he stops for a second just to say some shit like « what the FUCK. are you wearing. »
and you just look at him all confused like wtf is up with this bitch now « my pjs ?? » you answer incredulously because half the girls are dressed the same way ?? matter of fact everyone is in their pjs.
he goes all red in the face and says « you’re practically naked! » with that mean accusatory bark and at this point you’re so fed up with this man like hello has he never seen shoulders before ? why is he acting like a victorian man seeing ankles before marriage ??
so obviously you state the obvious like « katsuki. it’s a tank top and shorts. it’s hot outside. » and he just mumbles a whatever trying to be nonchalant.
and then imagine like mina walks past you to grab her phone to show hakagure something, and she’s wearing the same set with different patterns because you bought these together last weekend and you notice bakugo isn’t saying shit. like what the hell ??
obviously bakugo just tries to act oblivious to your incredulous stare and tries to act nonchalant even though the tips of his ears are burning because you look really nice and really domestic and he doesn’t like anyone else seeing you like this. like in his mind your attire is for his eyes only, for when you both share an apartment and it’s a sunday and you both slept in and you go to the kitchen to grab a snack or something. hence the domesticity.
so yeah, he feels kinda off and squirmish when he sees so much skin because you’re the only person he’s ever really cared about and you look exactly like the future you in his domestic scenarios that he replays constantly before falling asleep.
shoto seeing you in your rattiest outfit im talking about like faded oversized sleep shirt w like food stains on the bottom adam sandler shorts and two different pairs of socks and having to physically stop himself from either proposing or tackling you right there
like borderline loser for his significant other, loses majority of his rizz not that you mind, you actually love it, stumbles over his words a little, occasionally zoning out mid conversation because the sunlight is hitting your skin just right and really must imagine afternoon naps with you.
you'd think he'd improve with time, get a bit cocky in how well he takes care of you, he does get confident, but he also retains majority of his loserboy™ traits.
