waking up and turning over to see Izuku sleeping peacefully, lips parted, one leg out of the covers, dead asleep.
you think of all the things you've planned for him today, the dinner at his favorite resturant, a little suprise party you set up with his students, and the gifts the await him.
you sit up thinking about what to make for breakfast, looking him over again you get a different idea, you made him breakfast in bed last year, you can switch it up a bit...
you lay back down and shift closer to him, pressing you body against his side and kissing his cheek softly, he hardly reacts, maybe a soft sigh but other than that he shows no sign of waking up.
slowly you slide down, pushing up his shirt a bit exposing his lower stomach, kissing down until your met with the waistband of his shorts, you watch him carefully as you pull them down.
you take him into your hand, he's half hard and you pump him gently until hes fully hard, even leaking a little bit.
you lick the pre dribbling out, watching how his eyes scrunch up a little bit, his tip brushes against you lips and you open, slowly slipping his cock into your mouth, you feel his thigh tense up briefly underneath your palm.
you set a gentle pace, light sucking, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, and your free hand pumping him softly.
Small groans fall from his lips, he stirs in his sleep, his head falls to face the wall and he lets out a sigh.
You repeat this process, watching and listening carefully until you feel his thigh tense under your hand and tired emeralds eyes open and flicker down to where you lay between his thighs.
In seconds his face is flushed a deep red and hes propping himself up on his elbows, taking in the sight before him.
Messy hair, an old t-shirt of his that falls off your shoulder, and most of all, his cock wedged safely in your mouth.
"Whats this?" He asks shakily, waking up like this was not something he thought would happen, let alone so close to cumming.
You hum happily around him, his face scrunches up in pleasure and a little whimper slips past his lips.
Now that hes awake, you speed up, sucking harder, bobbing your head faster, and taking him deeper.
He lays beneath you limp, one hand fisting the sheets while the other tangles into your hair, hes moaning and rutting his hip into your mouth shamelessly as he gets closer to the edge.
Tears well up in your eyes from how deep you've taken him and your fighting every bone in your body not to gag around the thick length violating your throat.
Suddenly, he stills with a broken cry of your name, his hand still tight in your hair, his cum fills your throat.
a tear falls down your cheek as you swallow his release, he moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb as you both recollect yourselves.
you let go of him, his heavy cock hits his stomach with a soft slap and you crawl up to him, he sits up more and pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue swipes your lips and you part your lips, his hand is back in your hair and his other hand slowly trails down to your damp panties, rubbing soft circles over the cotton.
you gasp and moan into the kiss and he swallows all your sounds, kissing you harder and deeper, until there was no space between you and he was on top of you, pinning him beneath him and pulling your panties to the side.
His finger slides through your slick folds, spreading your wetness before continuing circles on your clit, faster and rougher, he revels in every sound you make, the way your back arches up into him, the little pulse in your clit he can feel as you get closer.
you gasp when he slides two fingers inside of you, you can feel him smiling into the kiss as he rubs your soft spot while swiping your clit with his thumb, you feel the knot in your stomach get tighter fast.
You can hardly kiss him back, he's doing all the kissing, your moaning and whining into his lips, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as he mercilessly plays with you, before you know it the knot snaps, you cum with a cry of his name and your thighs clamp shut around his hand.
he presses his thumb into your clit while slowly massaging your soft spot, letting you ride out your high on his fingers, he kisses the corner of your mouth and all over your face.
He starts sliding down, going face to face with your pussy, dripping, sensitive, just how he likes it, he licks one stride up and moans at your taste, you yelp and grab his hair.
"You have to get ready for work soon, we'll continue this later..." You whine, tugging on his hair.
He chuckles and starts to give your clit kitten licks, making you twitch a little bit, you bite your lip.
"We better make the time count." He mumbles into your pussy.
latching onto your clit and sucking harshly,
which is exactly where he'll be until his alarm goes off.
꒰ 爆豪勝己 ꒱ › katsuki loves the lotus position. mdni.
whipped! pro hero! bakugou x fem! reader. unprotected piv. clït stim. breäst play. body worship ? multiple örgasms implied ❤︎
katsuki’s never understood people who can exist alongside someone they love without constantly reaching for them. the distance, no matter how small, nags at him. he needs you to crawl into his ribcage, needs your heart to beat against his, needs your bodies pressed together until he can’t tell where he ends and you begin.
which is why he loves the lotus position. he loves having you in his lap like this. your legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locked behind his back. chest flush against his, faces so close he can feel your eyelashes flutter when you blink. feel every breath you take, feel your walls flutter greedily around his cock. feel every subtle shift of your muscles, every rapid beat of your heart against his sternum. every inch of him touching every inch of you, he’s truly at peace.
his crimson eyes are hazy as he gazes at you. he brushes his nose against yours. lingering there for a second before doing it again. and again. before closing the sliver of space between you. lips meeting yours in a kiss that’s more love than lust. there’s no rush, no urgency.
one of his hands, which had been resting firmly on the small of your back, traces a slow path upward, calloused fingers splayed wide between your shoulder blades. the other cups the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below your ear.
katsuki is never satisfied with just kissing you, with just rocking his hips against yours. he needs to merge with you, to absorb the air from your lungs the second it enters them, to bypass skin and bone and muscle until he’s curled up in the very center of your being.
but then he feels the subtle shift in your chest, the way your breath hitches ever slightly. he’s not an idiot. he knows you need to breathe. frustration rumbles in his chest as he — very reluctantly — breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to create a sliver of space between your lips, but his forehead stays pressed firmly against yours. half-lidded gaze taking in the rise and fall of your chest and your glossy, kiss-bitten lips parting slightly as you gasp for the air he so selfishly stole from you. a muscle ticks in his jaw as he fights the urge to just kiss you breathless again
“still with me ?” he manages to grit out. you nod and he exhales a shaky breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. “good,” he murmurs “can’t have you tapping out on me yet”
his hands drift up your sides, brushing against the undersides of your breasts. you shiver, and he smiles against your skin smugly. he cups your tits, kneading them gently, thumbs circling your nipples until they’re pebbled and aching for more. he leans in, tracing an areola with his tongue before sucking gently. his hand continues its work on your other breast, thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching slowly.
he’s in his element. reveling in the taste of your skin on his tongue and the soft sounds you’re trying so hard to suppress. he wants to hear them, wants to pull them from your throat one by one until you’re screaming his name. his hips begin to grind in perfect sync with the rhythm of his mouth until you’re writhing against him desperately. “katsuki . . .”
“patience, baby,” he releases your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air on the damp skin, watching goosebumps rise on your skin. “got all night. wanna make you feel reaaal good.”
he looks up at you, crimson eyes flooded with need that mirrors your own. then he’s kissing you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, greedily swallowing your moans as his fingers trace a path down your torso. his palm presses flat against your lower belly, right where you can feel the pressure of him inside you. he smirks as he dips into the hollow of your hips, then lower.
“mghh” you’re trembling as his fingers slide through your slick folds. gasping into his mouth, hips bucking involuntarily. he’s so close, but he’s not touching you where you need him most. “please ‘suki,” you whimper against his lips, the word torn from your throat. you need him just as much as he needs you.
“always so damn impatient” he pants but he finally rubs slow, sweet circles on your already swollen and sensitive clit. ministrations too much and not enough at the same time. you’re dripping all over him. filthy, lewd squelches filling the space between your gasps with every pass of his thumb over the bundle of nerves.
you clench down, a vice-like grip around his cock. his thumb presses harder, circles on your clit spinning a little faster. the lotus position leaves you no room to escape the overwhelming sensation. every desperate roll of your hips grinds your clit against his fingers, buries his cock even deeper, and forces you to feel the unyielding pressure of his tip brushing that sensitive spot inside you.
katsuki revels in it. in the mess you’re making just for him. in the way your slick coats his fingers, your inner thighs, the base of his cock still buried deep inside you. he loves the way your body reacts to him, the way your breath hitches, the way your walls clench down even harder around him every time he brushes against your sweet spot. he loves watching you fall apart, loves knowing he’s the one making you feel this way.
his eyes are fixed on you, pupils blown wide, swallowing the crimson of his irises. he’s memorizing every every subtle shift in your expression. he’s watching the way your eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open. the way your lips part. the bead of sweat tracing a path down your temple, following the curve of your jaw. he doesn’t miss a thing. it’s like he’s trying to burn this image of you directly onto the back of his eyelids.
you feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with your nudity. heat crawls up your neck, burning your cheeks. you instinctively break eye contact and try to hide your face in the sweat-damp crook of his shoulder. and of course, he’s far from pleased
“nuh-uh,” he tuts, his free hand, the one not currently torturing your clit, comes up to tangle in your hair, gripping gently but firmly. he uses the leverage to pry you away from the curve of his neck, “don’t you dare hide from me.”
“well stop staring at me.” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut.
“i’ll stare all i damn want to,” he scoffs. “now open your eyes so i can see how pretty they look when you cum” his grip on you loosens, his voice loses its edge, “please. . .”
it’s the closest he’ll ever get to begging. you can’t really deny him, not when he’s making you feel so good. so you let your eyes flutter open. you let him look. you let him see all of you, you let him see the way your pupils dilate, the way your lips falls apart. the way tears prick at the corners of your eyes as he rocks you into oblivion, coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you. and he watches it all, committing every gasp, every tear, every tremor to his long-term memory.
he doesn’t let up. even when your legs tremble uncontrollably and his muscles scream in protest from being folded for so long. he just shifts his weight, pulling you impossibly closer. because this is what he craves. what he needs. what he lives for: being skin to skin, heart to heart, until your very souls merge into one.
you'd think as a boyfriend katsuki bakugo would grab your ass or some shit like that, no, this man deliberately smacks the back of your head whenever he passes you.
it depends on the day but sometimes it's a tap, or just a shove. if it irritates you or not, he won't stop unless you directly confront him.
he does it sparingly, however. only if he's passing by, not if he's coming towards you.
he just really dotes on your face slash head, though. he'll tap your forehead whenever you're not getting it, boop your nose with a shit-eating grin, grab your attention by poking the back of your head.
he'll rest his chin on the top of your head when he's tired ( preferring it over your shoulder most days ), kiss the top of your head whenever he's saying goodbye, place his hand on the top of your head and turn you to face him so he can kiss you.
do we get to see their reunion sex after katsuki’s 10 months return..?
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (oral - f receiving; p in v; fingering); marriage; mention of kids
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1K
A/N: i had morning dew by beyonce on loop while writing this it was the perfect ambience lol
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PART ONE // PART TWO
“Slow down,” Bakugou said with a laugh, holding your hips as you relentlessly kissed him. “You’ve been all over me since I got back.”
You pulled away from him, holding his face in your hands as you glared down at him from where you straddled his lap. “Of course I am! God forbid a woman misses her husband after he was held hostage and went missing for nine months.”
Bakugou chuckled, squeezing your hip. “I know, I know… I love you.”
You smiled, your fingers grazing through his hair. “I really did miss you… so much.”
“Me too,” Bakugou murmured, kissing your neck. “Thought about you the whole time.”
“So you said,” you mumbled. You took his face back in your hands and looked right at him. Then you lowered your head, closing your lips over his.
The minute your lips moved with his, Bakugou let out a moan, his arms tight around you as he pressed your body against his. “Fuck.”
He held you by the waist and stood up, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. “Katsuki!” You shrieked. “You still haven’t recovered!”
“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he huffed, turning around and laying you on the bed.
His lips started by your ankles, planting soft kisses all the way up your leg and sending tingling sensations throughout your body. The closer he got to between your thighs, you put a hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds you were making.
And Bakugou noticed. “C’mon, baby. I like when you make noise,” he said and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“The kids,” you said with a gasp.
Bakugou just smirked to himself, hooking his finger in the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your legs. He kissed your inner thigh, his tongue tracing the soft skin between your legs.
“Stop teasing,” you whined.
“Wanna take my time,” Bakugou said, kneeling on the ground and grabbing your thighs to pull you closer to him. “Been lookin’ forward to this for a while.”
He sprawled your legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping your ass. “Please, Kats,” you begged, feeling your core leaking.
“Alright. If my baby’s askin’ so nicely,” Bakugou said.
The exhale you released once Bakugou licked a stripe between your folds was so guttural you clamped your mouth with your hands from how loud you were. The more his lips sucked and his tongue slid in your folds, the louder you got and you had to bite your palm to quiet yourself.
“Fuuck, I’ve been thinkin’ about eatin’ this pussy for so long,” Bakugou groaned against you. “Had me fuckin’ tied up in that shit hole. Couldn’t even jack off if I wanted to even when I thought about you.”
He moved away from your pussy, hovering over you. “What ‘bout you, baby? You play with this pussy while I was gone?”
You were whimpering, barely able to utter another word and had to nod your head instead. You screwed your eyes shut and moaned into your hand when Bakugou slid two fingers into you, rocking his fingers back and forth.
He grabbed your hand covering your mouth and pinned it to the bed, refusing to let you muffle any sounds you were making.
“Katsuki–!” You gasped.
“Kids won’t hear shit,” Bakugou said, picking up his pace with his fingers. “I wanna hear you.”
You bit your lip, attempting to hold back your moans but ultimately failing. Bakugou leaned down, brushing his lips with yours. “What’d you think about while playin’ with yourself?”
You whimpered as he ground his palm into your clit. “Y-You and– god– your cock and h-how you’d stretch me out– a-and how good it was gonna feel when you’d fuck me again.”
“Fuck it. Can’t wait for you to come,” Bakugou hissed, pulling his fingers out of you. “Need you now.”
You grabbed his face and kissed him as he took his pants and boxers off, your lips sloppily inhaling his. Bakugou had his hands on either side of you, holding himself up as he parted your legs and slowly sunk his cock inside you.
You moaned together. “Holy shit,” Bakugou said breathlessly.
“Move, Kats– Please–” You whined.
“Gimme a second, fuck,” Bakugou cursed, relishing in the moment he’d fantasized about for months on end.
Then he started to move his hips, his cock going in and out of you and stretching you out in the exact way you’d imagine it would when you’d touch yourself late at night, yearning to have your husband on top of you again like he was in that moment.
Tears stung your eyes and Bakugou cupped your cheek with a hand. “Look at me,” he grunted.
You listened, looking right into his vermillion eyes that bored into your soul. So many words left unspoken as your vision blurred even more with your tears.
“I love you, baby,” Bakugou croaked, his voice hoarse and you knew he was as emotional as you were.
Tears streaked your cheeks, your lip trembling as you said, “I-I love you, too.”
Bakugou pressed his forehead against you, his breath fanning your face as he grunted and groaned with every thrust, his cock pressing against your plush walls.
“Don’t– leave me– again–” You whimpered, your thighs clenching around his waist and your walls squeezing his length.
“I won’t,” Bakugou moaned. “Never leavin’ you again.”
He kissed you, his lips slow and sensual as you cried, legs shaking as you came. And Bakugou was right behind you, plunging his cock so deep inside you as ropes of come spurted out of him, painting your insides.
For a moment you were breathing heavily together, attempting to catch your breaths and you felt your chest tighten as you cried harder.
Bakugou pulled out of you, laying beside you and pulling you close to him so you cried against his chest. He rubbed your back and kissed your head. “You’re gonna get sick from all these tears. You’ve been cryin’ for days now, baby.”
“I-I can’t help it,” you said with a hiccup, wiping your cheeks. You looked up at him through your wet lashes, smiling at him. “I’m just so happy you’re here.”
Bakugou smiled back at you, kissing your nose. “Yeah… Me too.”
Boyfriend!Bakugo helps his innocent horny girlfriend out!
Warning!MDNI
"You taste so sweet, baby..." Katsuki groaned against his fingers that he just pulled away from your sopping cunt, his golden eyes burning into yours with a hunger that made your stomach flip. "You made such a mess on my hand..my good little squirter."
He leaned back against the headboard, his cock hard and heavy between his thighs, tapping against your soaked pussy. His large hands gripped your waist, lifting you slightly off his lap before pulling down his pants and underwear, releasing his thick, hard cock. It slapped against his abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum. "Come here, baby..." Katsuki murmured, pulling you back down onto his lap.
You let out a whimper as soon as you saw him. You couldn’t help but listen to him either way as you let him pull you back to his lap.
He held your hips in place, hovering your bottom above his huge, throbbing erection. "You wanna try taking it, sweetheart?" He asked softly, his hands squeezing your hips possessively.
Hearing his voice snapped you out of your daze, eyes still locked in on his erection almost drooling as you nodded your head softly. "Yes-..please Kats I wanna try.."
"That's my curious girl..." He chuckled darkly at your reaction, seeing your innocent gaze locked onto his thick length. You were practically drooling, your mind trying to process how something that big was supposed to fit inside your tight pussy. "Don't worry, baby..." He murmured, pulling your hips down until the swollen head of his cock was pressing against your soaked entrance.
"I'll go slow..." He promised gently, watching your hole flutter nervously against the thick tip of his cock. "You're gonna stretch open so pretty for me, baby.." He slowly pulled your hips down, letting his head start to pop inside your tight entrance. You immediately gasped, your pussy struggling to take just the first inch. "Good girl..."
He kissed your neck softly, pulling you down a little more. "There we go... that's it, baby..." He groaned as your tight walls stretched impossibly around the first two inches of him. "You're doing so good... such a good little fuck..." He praised dirtily, one hand sliding up your back to cradle your head against his shoulder. Katsuki slowly pushed you down another inch, feeling your pussy struggling to accommodate him. You were whimpering and gasping against his neck, your body trembling with the overwhelming sensation. He was barely halfway inside you, and already your hole was stretched obscenely around him.
He held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to the four inches of his cock buried inside your pussy. He could feel your little hole fluttering and clenching around him desperately, trying to push out the foreign object. But it only made him groan and press deeper. "Fuck, you're so tight..."
You whined loudly at his groaning and his words, sitting down trying to shove the rest of him inside slowly but surely. His hands squeezed your hips as you tried to take more of him on your own, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He could feel every inch of his thick cock being engulfed by your tight pussy, stretching you wider and wider. "Easy, baby..slow down..."
But you weren't listening, you wanted it all inside you. Your hips bounced down onto his, taking another two inches deeper until his thick cock hit your cervix. You froze completely, a strangled whimper escaping your lips. "That's it... fuck, you took it all..." He groaned, feeling your cervix pressing against his tip.
"M’ too full Kats-.." You sat there whimpering, completely still, your eyes wide with overwhelm. Your body was practically split open with his cock buried inside you. You could feel his thick length pressing painfully against your cervix—you hadn't expected this, hadn't prepared for his full size to swallow you whole. "Breathe, baby..." He murmured, kissing your forehead.
His hand rubbed soothing circles on your lower back as you adjusted to his full length buried inside you. After a few moments, your whimpers quieted down and you could feel your pussy starting to relax around his thick shaft. Somehow, your tight hole was getting used to him. "There we go... you're getting used to me, aren't you?" He chuckled softly, his hips making tiny movements inside you as he felt your walls starting to grip him possessively instead of painfully. It was clear that your body was adapting and your innocent curiosity was leading you straight into obsession with his massive cock. "You like having me inside you, sweet girl?"
You tried to nod, but your body was still recovering from the shock of being completely filled by his length. Your walls were clenched and fluttering around him tightly, yet your innocent eyes were begging for more despite the obvious pain. He tilted your chin up, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, sweetheart... you want me to fuck you?"
Your innocent head nodded rapidly, your body understanding exactly what he meant despite your inexperience. "Please- yes please.." You wanted that massive cock to move inside you, wanted him to fuck your pussy until you saw stars. "That's my girl..." He groaned, grabbing your hips firmly. "Hold onto my neck, baby..." Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, your hands gripping his shoulders as you prepared yourself. He lifted your hips slowly, pulling his massive cock out until just the thick head remained inside your fluttering entrance. Then, he slammed you back down.
"Mmph—!" You cried out as he filled you completely in one brutal thrust. "Fuck... such a good little pussy..." He began pumping you slowly, carefully—pulling his massive cock out until just the head remained before slamming it back into your pussy. Each thrust made your small body jolt and bounce on his lap, your innocent eyes rolling back in pleasure. "That's it... take it all, baby..." He praised, his hips snapping up to meet your downward movements.
You were bouncing on his cock now, your body learning its new purpose which was to take his big length over and over again. Each slam made your pussy gush around him, your earlier pain completely replaced by overwhelming pleasure. You were making wet squelching noises with each thrust, your walls milking his cock greedily. "Such a good girl..." You couldn't even form words anymore just broken whimpers and gasps escaping your lips. Your head was thrown back, your innocent mind couldn't handle the pleasure.
He chuckled darkly at your inability to speak, your little sounds turning into breathless cries every time he slammed you down onto his length. Your body was going limp, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him stretching you open perfectly. "So cute when you're fucked dumb, baby..." His grip tightened on your waist, speeding up the thrusts slightly.
Your eyes were drooping, your walls fluttering erratically around him as you teetered on the edge. He could feel your pussy getting wetter, your hips starting to move on their own—bouncing desperately onto his thick cock. "That's it... cum for me..." He growled against your ear, one hand sliding up to roughly grip your throat.
Your eyes rolled back again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as he hit that perfect spot inside you. Your walls were spasming around him so tightly it was a wonder he could pull out at all—but he did, enjoying the feel of your pussy snapping shut behind him. "Fuck, you're so cute.."
Hi guys I hope you missed me so so much yk😖✌️ anyways um I hope you guys like dis one I cooked up!
Munch Katsuki headcanons that got taken down on tiktok !! MDNI
he 100% is a certified MUNCH and he is a BEAST when it comes to eating you out. he puts his ALLLLL into eating pussy.
he probably prefers to have you on your back to fully eat you out better and to get into every part of it. he wants his face to be as deep in your pussy as possible.
zero warm up. no kitten licks. the second the panties are off he gets to work. he doesn't come back up for air until he himself is done eating, which is usually a while.
he groans into your pussy like it's the greatest thing he's ever eaten. doesn't talk much during it because he gets very concentrated, but loooves making vibrations against your clit to make you squirm.
messy and shameless as FUCK. he does not care if his entire face is drenched in your juices. he will drag orgasm after orgasm out of you and will make you squirt too. he WANTS it all over him.
likes to edge you when he feels mean. brings you right to the edge with the right flicks and pushes of his fingers and tongue and then pulls away while cooing about "not yet, you come when I say." he will do this 3-4 times and when he lets you come it's HEAVENLY.
really really loves when you ride his face. he will make you sit down with your full body weight and keep you there until he feels satisfied. sometimes he comes untouched just from having you on his face.
ALWAYS uses 2-3 fingers and the tongue at the same time.
he marks your inner thighs with hickeys and bite marks almost every single time, sits back and admires his handiwork like the cocky little shit he is.
king of overstimulation. he does not care if you have already come more then three times. he does not care if your running from it, you WILL give him another one.
will eat it until your clit is sore and your swollen from how long he's had his mouth on you.
HE TUTS ALL DISAPPOINTEDDDDDDD RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“use your words sweet girl, hmm? didn’t anyone ever teach you to speak up for yourself?”
so condescending. feels the need to teach you everything and rebuild you from the ground up. EVIL !!! IZUKU IS EVIL !!!
-mars(aplanet)
head buried in hands. trembling. how could you do this to me. LONG LIVE EVIL IZUKU FUCK FUCK FUCK
and the thing about it is that he's got you cornered every single time. he's not being fair and he knows it and that's part of it, watching the anger and frustration in your eyes melt to delirious pleasure as he fucks you harder.
to build you up again, he has to break you apart first. that's what the tie is for, to remind you that the only person who has anything worth saying right now is him.
"just be quiet and listen for a minute," he pants in your ear, "'kay?" when you don't say anything, he tuts again. takes your chin in between his fingers and nods your head for you. "that's lesson one. when your sensei is telling you something, you need to show him you're listening."
it's not fair. doesn't he know how hard it is to listen while you're being caged in, his cock heavy and distracting inside of you?
yes, he knows.
"let's try again." he flashes you a charming grin. "this one will be easy. are you listening to sensei right now?"
only... one of his fingers has found your clit and started to rub small, slow but firm circles around it. the action contrasts to the way the tip of his cock has now nestled itself right up to your cervix — you can't help the muffled moan that gurgles around the tie but he still stares expectantly.
nodding has never before taken this much effort, but somehow you manage.
"that's good, baby, thank you," he praises, the words flowing into your ears like champagne, making you feel bubbly and light and a little drunk. he rewards you further with another weighty thrust. like pavlov and his dogs, he's rewiring your brain to do what you're told.
he smiles at you again. it's so sweet, so gentle and kind, just like him.
"i think you're doing really well," he decides, "and i think you're ready for lesson two. what do you think?"
your answering groan as he pinches your clit seems to be answer enough for him.
"that's great! lesson two covers what happens when you aren't listening." he thumbs at the tie in your mouth to make sure it's nice and secure, his face still soft, eyes crinkling in the corners. it hasn't clicked in your brain yet that the sweetness is a trap. "so let's try again. let me hear, i want you to use your words."
Summary: in which class 3-a finds out katsuki bakugo has a girlfriend but are shocked when you’re totally different from him. ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
Pairing: bf!bakugo x shygf!reader
Disclaimers: fluff, established relationship, age gap (2 years)
A/N: just pure fluff & sweetness!! btw bakugo is kind of oc-ish. the story is written in second pov. this is multiple series’s so more will come. i brought this from wattpad to here and will make changes as i go. sorry in advance for any grammatical and spelling errors. anyways enjoy!! ♡♡♡
ꫂ ၴႅၴ who knew that one day the katsuki bakugo would get a girlfriend? especially someone that is younger than him. the surprise on his classmates faces when they found out he had one was priceless. mina was marching around him with hearts in her eyes, iida almost fainted from shock along with a few others, but there's one person who already knew.
eijiro kirishima.
he knew the moment bakugo even talked about you to him. kirishima knows his best friend well so he was ecstatic when bakugo told him you guys are together.
midoryia was the second to find out because he caught bakugo and you walking away from the school holding hands as they swayed. the next day midoryia asked him about it, to which bakugo responded, "don't go blabbing to anyone. we aren't together yet so don't go making a big deal nerd."
midoryia didn't think much about it until a few weeks later he receives a text message from bakugo that said, 'where is the best place to buy flowers'. his face lights up like a glow bugs. he told him a few places and went on about his business. secretly deep down he wanted to know why bakugo needed those flowers.
when everyone found out they wanted to meet you, know everything about you; name, age, where you’re from. bakugo only told them one thing. you are amajiki's little sister.
the rest they had to figure out themselves. mina dug deep, deep down in bakugo's instagram to find yours. she found it, screenshots your page, and sends it to the class group chat. they were stunned on how pretty you are. how did someone like bakugo bag someone like you?
there is a picture of you and him together. you both have face mask on. your tongue slightly out as you hold up the peace sign and bakugo with his normal face, but much softer, stare at the camera.
the day mina, kaminari, and sero met you was like an angel fell down from earth and graced in your presence. it was the day after mina sent your instagram account to the group chat. bakugo was livid when he seen the message that morning. he arrived in the classroom with a deep scowl and his fist clenched, ready to punch someone.
"oi bug eyes! why the fuck did you send that in the group chat?" bakugo slams his hand down in he desk. smoke rises from his hands. mina cowers in her seat. kaminari and sero walk over to try and calm him down but it didn't work. it only mad him more mad.
you peep your head in the doorway and see the scene in front of you. bakugo hasn't noticed you yet but uraraka does. her eyes lit up as cheeks rounded more. "katsuki..." your voice was like music to his ears. bakugo instantly stops what he was doing to the three morons and turns around to you standing in the doorway.
he instantly walks over to you. he is way bigger than you (you come to his shoulder). bakugo takes your wrist firmly and drags you outside the classroom. "everything okay?" his voice is rough as always but when he talks to you it's softer.
"yeah. i didn't see you this morning so i was worried. also i wanted to ask if you wanted to get ramen after school?" you rocked on your heels and hands intertwined behind your back, waiting patiently for him to respond. his red eyes look down on you, "yeah, we can. go to my house after?"
instantly nodding your head, "thanks kat!" you press a soft kiss him on his cheek and walk away. bakugo watches you walk back to your class before the tardy bell rings. a small smile stretches on his face.
"someone get a camera. kacchan of the bakugo's is smiling!" kaminari laughs out and gets a smack to the back of his head by sero. bakugo's small is long gone after he heard that. "bakugo is so lucky. that babe has an ass on her!" mineta drools on the floor. bakugo menacingly turns to face the group. "the fuck you say grape juice?"
let's just say mineta had a very fun time in training!
a little as a joke, a little as a test to see if he will actually do it. he’s been asking to eat you out but in his usual way of staring you down and then demanding you to get on the bed. when you don’t move he nudges closer to you, kisses your neck, whines about that he wants to eat you now. it’s then you decide to test him. in your living room, a random show playing on the screen. you can see the lump in his shorts and you feel the same.
“get on your knees and beg for it.”
that has him pulling off you, a quirk of his brow to test if you’re playing or not. quickly, once you cross your arms across your chest, he realises you’re not.
“hah?” but it comes out like the last breeze on a windy day. breathless yet weighty.
“you heard me.” you reply, flicking your eyes up and down your pro hero boyfriend.
you’re aware he’d do anything for you. you’re wondering if anything stretches to this.
“you’re a fuckin… you want me to…,” he trails off, sitting up off you. his lower stomach heats. his cock twitches. he’s into this unsurprisingly. “fuck, baby.”
you don’t move but you look at him expectantly. like you know he will. your confidence makes his blood heat under his skin, his heart race with speed. you jut your chin to the floor.
always a stubborn man, he has to roll his eyes before he moves. even pushes out a huffy sigh and mumbles under his breath. “this shit you have me doin’.”
but he does it. manoeuvres his muscled, wide shouldered body onto the floor. onto his knees in front of your legs. your bare thighs spread on the sofa in your shorts… your pussy is right there. he can see your folds through the fabric since they’re so tight.
he’s got a muscle tank on and you see his biceps flex when he clasps his hands together. your favourite is how all his stubbornness dissipates away and he becomes completely and utterly yours.
when he opens his mouth, the corners of your lips spread to under your eyes in a smile.
“lemme eat it, baby. please. please let me. i’ll do it so good, get you comin’ on my face, screamin’ for me. baby.” it’s all a syrupy drawl, his gold tooth catching the lamp light with every word. he even leans forward to press a kiss to the flesh of your thigh.
katsuki on your knees for you. this is what dreams are made of.
he goes in for another kiss on your thigh, closer to between your legs. you place your palm on his forehead, pushing him off.
“you’re too needy. i didn’t even answer you,” you frown, lip curled.
bakugou doesn’t know where this version of you has come from but he thinks he loves it.
“my bad, baby. you’re just so gorgeous.” he grins with half lidded eyes. he wants to touch your calves, massage them, nibble hickies into your thighs and have your touch his cock.
but most of all he wants—, “can i eat you? promise i’ll lick you clean. any position you want. miss your taste, baby. please.”
you tilt your head at him.
“please, princess. my beautiful girl. the love of my fuckin’ existence.” he’s too fucking jolly. smiling away with these sleepy yet needy ruby eyes.
you stand up. he looks better at this angle on his knees. head up to look at you. he’s like a dog ready to scent you, by stuffing his head between your legs.
“fine. i want you to undress me then i’m sitting on your face.”
Virgin bkg who’s so painfully stupid but acts so arrogant. And when it’s getting heated and you’re making out and want to see his dick… he gets all shy and embarrassed because he doesn’t know if it looks normal or as good as the other ones you’ve seen. When you ask what’s wrong he tells you it’s curved and you think it’s like BENT then he lets you see and it’s the prettiest most orgasm inducing upward curve you’ve ever seen on a dick.
bakugou katsuki knows why he is a virgin. it’s pretty simple really despite the fact he is surrounded by beautiful women often. socialites, the new buzzing influencers, actors and pro heroes like.
it’s because he’s obsessed with his job. always has been. since he was a child who was dreaming of becoming a hero, to his teenage years fighting wars to now in his twenties, working towards becoming number one.
women and mostly importantly, getting his dick wet, has never been number one on his list of priorities. sure when he’d go to film premiers for that hero franchise he loves, occasionally a gorgeous woman would talk to him.
but the thing about growing up uninterested in sex and the only women around him being his friends that share the same heroic goals… well bakugou has never been very good at flirting. which again, was mostly okay since he would just walk away when a woman was about to talk to him.
until he met you that is. the first woman to make him dream of more, that made him unable to get through a shower without tugging one out to the thought of you. that during patrols, he’d think about texting you. what are you up to? where are you? when the hell can he kiss you next?
anyone is experienced compared to bakugou. he’s kissed a girl once in his third year of ua. he’s made out with two in his early twenties.
but now at twenty six this is first time having a woman in his apartment, on his bed, on his lap. he feels like a rabid animal. unsure where to put his hands with the desperate need to touch everywhere so he leaves them on the globes of your ass, squeezing every few seconds when all the feelings inside of him gets intense.
he knows he’s flushed red. he knows his dick is hard and you can feel it through your leggings. but you’re so perfect, leading the moment, letting him react however the hell he wants.
bakugou releases a loud moan when you stick your tongue down his throat, breasts pressed against his chest like you want to live in his skin. he’s never felt a woman like this before, he feels as if the word virgin is in capital letters printed onto his forehead.
he hasn’t told you directly he is but he thinks you know.
“you’re so… fuck. this is so fucked up,” he breathes into your mouth and your fingers rake up into the hair on his nape.
your grin makes his heart skip a beat, falter slightly and he swears he gets winded.
you’re out of breath, chest heaving and your pussy is a centimetre away from sitting on his cock.
“why’s it fucked up? you okay?” you brush your nose against his softly, smoothing out his eyebrow with your thumb. “you look hot, do you want to take your top off?”
you’re being so sweet to him and he appreciates it, he does. but as soon as he knows what he’s doing he’s gonna treat you right. properly.
for now, he’s just worried he doesn’t have what it takes.
“oh, err, fuck. sorry, yeah i will,” he mumbles to you, yanking off his white tee from the neckline.
bakugou enjoys how your eyes glow, scanning his half naked body like it’s something you can eat. your hands immediately flatten against his chest. down his toned abdomen. up to his fat squishy pectorals. he’s never had someone touch him like this. he couldn’t be harder.
“you don’t have to apologise, you know. this is new for us both.”
“you’re not the fuckin’ virgin here.” he bites, “i’ve never even had a woman in my room.”
he can tell you like that idea. you inch closer to him on his lap, your hands are back on his shoulders. you brush your lips over his.
“i don’t know how. look at you.”
and you’re back to making out with him. slower this time. tasting all the flavour from his tongue.
you softly bite down on his bottom lip and like a ring of the doorbell, bakugou opens up to let you in. it’s wet peck after wet peck, tilting your head to taste more of him. he’s eager, too eager ducking closer to you, as to not waste any time with your lips off his. you can only think that if he kisses with this much passion, you’re dying to know how he’d fuck.
bakugou tightly grips your ass and without meaning to, he shoves you directly onto his cock.
you mewl like a cat, hips grinding down onto him like you can’t help it. “you feel so good, ‘tsuki.”
you feel good because of him. him.
your tongue sneaks into his mouth, twirls and brushes against his. he learns quickly, you’ll give him that. his tongue dances against yours, licking up everything you offer. you feel his body vibrate, his dick twitch. you begin sucking on his tongue and that’s when he releases a harsh grunt. you’re soaked.
“let me see it.” you palm his cock through his shorts, “let me see.”
bakugou opens his eyes, pulls away from your mouth for a moment.
“i… fuck.” he’s back to mumbling. then stupidly, he looks down at the lump in his fabric.
“you… you don’t have to?” you offer, unsure about his wide eyes, “we can keep kissing?”
“it’s just that… it’s just….,” bakugou looks up to the ceiling.
he’d love for you to touch him, do anything to him but nobodies seen his dick before. sure he’s seen some porn videos but he’s never seen a dick like his in them. he’s googled and nothing said there’s anything particularly wrong about his.
but what if you find it weird, what if it puts you off him completely?
“talk to me, baby,” you push, laying a kiss on his jaw. then making a line down his neck. “wanna make you feel good.”
he’d like that.
“listen. seriously.”
you pull off him at that, sitting up on his lap, your hands at his waist. he is stupidly gorgeous. puffy pink lips because of you. his long straight eyelashes. his beautiful cheekbones and that eyebrow slit.
“i’m listening. tell me anything.” you soften your tone, trying to get the horny out your eyes. your tits are basically spilling out your vest top and you don’t miss bakugou’s pupils darting to and from them every few seconds.
“i think…. i…”
you don’t speak.
katsuki takes a deep breath. he almost shouts without meaning to. “nobody has seen my dick before but me. right?”
you nod with a frown, unsure where this is going. “okay. nothing’s wrong with that.”
bakugou winces. he isn’t built for this. he’s always been attractive physically. his body works better than the average. can run at speed, stealthy, built for hero work. his quirk is best of the best and is only getting stronger by the day. but using his body for sex? that’s something he has no clue about.
“it might not be normal lookin’? like it works fine, i’ve never had any problems with it? but it might be odd for you.”
you’re immediately imagining the worst. it’s not small. you felt it a second ago between your legs. heck, you’ve seen it when he walks around in those stupid grey joggers. oddly coloured, oddly shaped? is it too big?
“what’s wrong?” you tilt your head.
his whole face is flushed. a beautiful pink to the apples of his cheeks. you would kiss them if he wasn’t so serious right now.
he closes his eyes, leans his head back on his headboard. his hands stay on your thighs. you tap his chest.
“c’mon tell me.”
he exhales sharply.
“my dick is fuckin’ curved. to the left. i don’t know why.” he blurts, embarrassment written all over him, “it’s always been like that.”
for him to be this stressed about it, it must be abnormal. is it like a hook? you’ve seen one like that on one of those medical reality shows. would it be able to go inside if you? you so badly want him inside of you.
you shrug. you can’t imagine anything about this man being less than perfect. “it can’t be that bad, baby.”
you rub his chest soothingly but his face doesn’t soothe you one bit.
“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i brought you here and we’re goin’ so well and—,”
“let me see. let me see your dick, c’mon,” you smile softly.
you sink your hand to touch his crotch again.
“you sure? i don’t want you to be put off me like i’m a freak—,”
“katsuki. come on.”
it’s in slow motion. your mouth immediately start salivating, his hands grip the elastic waistband of his shorts. he pulls it down in one go with his underwear.
“oh katsuki. baby…. honey.”
this man has nothing to worry about. bakugou katsuki has on him a cock that can rival your favourite dildos. it curves to the left, a smooth pleasing curve that you already know will hit your softest spots. you swallow your spit, your hands inching up his thighs. it’s darker at the base, twitching under your attention with two round balls (one a little larger than the other) at the bottom.
he is hefty. heavy. thick like a tree trunk with veins darting up the sides. you imagine the weight of it in your mouth. the deep pinkish purplish head on your tongue. most of all, you imagine it curved inside, pushing a sweet orgasm out of you.
of course, this big idiot didn’t know what he had on him. part of you wants to lie, never let him know how good he has it so he doesn’t go around sharing his goods. but you need to, it’s written all over your face.
“you must be joking, katsuki,” you hum, delighted. you run your finger down his shaft.
his hips jolt, eyes lazing slightly from your attention. he’s so hard it’s getting painful.
“what? what? spit it out.”
“you need to fuck me. doesn’t have to be now but someday. you have to.” you whine, “you don’t get it at all.”
“what? it’s not a problem? this okay with you?” he stutters, unable to keep a steady head as you sink down the bed to rest your chest on his legs. now you’ve got your face right in front of his dick, as if you’re measuring the curve by degrees.
you want to lick him.
“you’ve got a pornstar dick. a dick they base dildos off,” you breathe. the look in your eye is wild, untamed. “you’d feel amazing. even if you don’t know how to use it. you need let me bounce on it.”
bakugou blinks down at you. he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing, fuck, he doesn’t know what to do about you. not one bit did he think you’d even have this reaction.
“w-what… i know how to use my own dick.” is all he can manage but you shake your head.
you flick your eyes up to him, “we’re gonna learn together, okay? can i… can i…” you flatten your tongue against his shaft and give him one lick up.
bakugou’s sure he’s about to come any second now.
“y-yes but be fuckin’ careful. i don’t wanna nut on your face.”
the thing that bakugo finds the hottest about a partner is your loyalty. it’s not your flowery language or the way you hold his hand whenever he’s stressed, no, it’s the opposite.
it’s knowing in a fight, you have his back without batting an eye, just like he has yours. the trust bound between you two is a string that cannot be broken, and way more important than any grand romantic gesture. it’s like two puzzle pieces falling into place, but not in the fated destiny kind of way, in a “I’ve finally found you” way. bakugo doesn’t believe in the universe handing him love or trust — it’s earned. and goddamn, did you earn him.
the phone is propped on the pillows, screen glowing while katsuki’s flushed face fills one side and the camera stays pointed straight down at your wrecked body.
eijiro’s been pounding you for hours now, thick cock still buried deep, every thrust making wet, squelching noises as it pushes more of his earlier loads out of your swollen cunt. your thighs are shiny with slick and cum, the sheets beneath you soaked through, and your voice is already hoarse from all the moaning.
katsuki’s breathing hard on the other end, fist working his cock in quick, rough strokes. “look at that messy fucking pussy,” he growls, voice low and ragged. “you two have been going at it for hours and you’re still dripping everywhere. shit, i can see fucking puffy she is, eiji. keep fucking her f'me.”
eijiro’s hips snap harder, the creamy ring around his base getting thicker with every thrust. “fuuuck, baby, you’re taking it so good,” he pants, big hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. “been letting me use this cunt all night and you’re still so tight. mmph, sweetie—yeah, just like that. good girl.”
your head lolls back, tongue hanging out, eyes glassy and unfocused. every brutal thrust knocks another broken sound out of you. “eiji—haaahh—t-too much, i can’t—kats, p-please, it’s s'deep—i’m—m'gonna—” your words dissolve into high, pathetic whimpers as he keeps fucking you through it.
“you can take it,” eijiro groans, leaning down to mouth at your neck while his pace stays relentless. “gonna make y'squirt again, pretty girl. i know you got more in you. mmph, soak my cock—fuuuckk. come on, let it out.”
katsuki’s fist blurs faster on screen. “moaning like a fuckin' slut...eiji, make her cum while i watch. fuck, i’m so hard it hurts—wish i was there pounding your hole open with him.”
eijiro’s fingers find your swollen nub and he rubs fast, messy circles. the pressure builds fast, your whole body tensing up before you explode again. clear fluid sprays out around his cock, soaking his abs and chest in hot bursts while your cunt spasms wildly. “cumming mnghh—cumming again—haaaahh—f-fuuuckkk...eiji, katsuki, p-please—!”
“that’s it, good fucking girl,” eijiro praises, still pounding through your orgasm, cock glistening. “look at you squirting all over me again. such a messy little slut for us.”
katsuki’s breathing turns into rough grunts. “g'nna cum—fuuck—making me cum with that fucking greedy little pussy.” thick ropes of cum spurt across his phone camera, blurring the view in white streaks as he groans your name.
you’re still twitching and babbling, voice cracking. “kats… eiji… love you—hahh, love when you watch me get fucked like this…”
eijiro slows but stays buried deep, kissing your temple while his hips give lazy, shallow thrusts. “we got you, sweetheart. just keep on being good for us.”
synopsis: you and your boyfriend pro hero dynamight are fucking. it’s hard, carnal and hungry. he’s screwing you so deep before an interruption occurs… your ex boyfriend starts blowing up your phone, killing the mood and ultimately your man’s patience.
content: pro hero! katsuki bakugou , missionary sex , p in v , backshots , quite a bit of spanking , katsuki refers to your vagina in third person “she”, unprotected sex , katsuki is a huge ass guy , jealousy , semi-public sex, porn with little plot , angry bakugou, gets off on making your ex jealous
author’s note: not proofread so apologising in advance for spelling mistakes!
the bed was violently creaking with every movement as bakugou pounded his cock into you like he hated you. your legs tighten around his waist as your moans grew more elicit with every thrust.
he had a bad day out on patrol and right now the only things he wanted right now was his girl and his dick wet. bakugou was so far gone already, high on pleasure and spurred on by your pussy lips crudely squelching around his cock and making him groan.
“fuck you’re tight. god-“ he snarls, plunging himself deeper and hitting that g-spot that makes you gasp and press into him like a desperate slut. your cunt was soaked for him that every thrust made a crude plap and squelch. “hear that baby? she’s saying hello t’me. ain’t that polite?” he groans into your ear and you cringe, face contorting from shyness, trying to hide your face from him. he smirks from satisfaction, speeding up to watch you cry out for him as he fucks you deeper.
“k-katsuki… s’too— mmh! s’too..” you whine, struggling to get the words out.
“too what? cat gotcha tongue? can’t help you if you won’t talk baby.”
bakugou had his hands by either side of your head, making eye contact with you and relishing in all the sounds you were making. when you’d look away from embarrassment he’d move one his hands, holding yours with only one before lowering his head and smacking your face gently.
“look at me baby. won’t ask again.” he commands, carmine red eyes darkening at your trembling ones. you nod, trying your absolute best to not shut your eyes from ecstasy.
you’re being dicked down so hard your toes are curling.
you let out a cry of pleasure, nails clawing down his chiselled back. “what’s that baby? you gonna come?” he groans into your ear and you nod desperately.
he speeds up and your vision starts to go white, its filthy and nasty and just as your orgasm was on the very tip of your tongue he pulls out with a lewd ‘plap’. you whine as he flips you over. “why?”
he rolls his eyes and drags you up with one arm. “shut it woman. i’ll do what i want. now back that ass up for me, we ain’t done here.” he proclaims before grabbing a pillow and sliding it underneath you. he forces your face down and lands a harsh smack to your ass that makes you yelp.
he’s wasting no time, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them whilst he looks down to inspect your pussy. he lets out a low whistle admiring how much slick there was. “fuckin’ hell sweetcheeks.”
then he’s got his meaty hands around your hips to keep you from running away from his cock, forcing your back to arch higher whilst your walls accommodate his size so nicely. it’s obscene and filthy the way his balls slapped against your ass. just as you began to drool into the pillow, your phone blared on the nightstand.
the pro hero grunts, ignoring the incessant string of sound at first— slamming himself into you even harder to drown it out with your whines.
but it just got louder. the more your phone buzzed the harder he went.
“m-maybe it’s an emergency? I should answer it.” you suggest weakly despite his glare.
now he was getting pissed. he had a bad fucking day and the last thing he needed was an interruption whilst all he was trying to do was fuck his girl. bakugou groans, reaching to grab the phone and hand it to you.
he notices you make a face as you look at your phone screen. “who is it?”
you avoid his gaze. “s’nothing.”
he snatched your phone and sees it for himself. he sees it’s no caller id. it’s gotta be your ex— this is the third time this week he’s called you now with no caller id. you had told him about how the obsessed fucker wouldn’t stop harassing you and now he was gonna make sure he’d put a stop to it. “thats it, im answering the phone. let him hear how a real man dicks you down.”
before you can argue with him he clicks answer and tosses your phone to the side.
“—hello? y/n?” your ex calls out. “i get you don’t wanna talk, but i miss you and i need you back.”
wasting no time, bakugou starts slamming into again. fucking you doggystyle as fast as possible, drawing out desperate and loud moans outta you.
“y/n?“ your ex raises his voice. “are you fucking serious?”
“sorry man, she’s busy. busy with real dick. ain’t that right honey?” bakugou spits into the phone, moving the device to your head whilst bullying his cock deeper and faster into your walls which were handling his size so nicely. “c’mon mama. you love this cock right? tell em’.”
he lands a harsh spank to your ass. you yelp “agh! yes— ffffuuuckkk! love it! i love you katsuki!”
“really baby? you love me? more than you ever loved this dickless wonder?”
“yes! so much!” you shout in pleasure. the scene was so lewd it was meant for a porno. not this.
he lands another smack to your ass. “that’s my girl.”
and maybe bakugou was being an asshole. and yes he’d hate this if it was the other way around. but sometimes you had to take extreme lengths for others to get the hint. the jackass should’ve left you alone the moment you two broke up. you were his and he’d make that clear to your ex just to get him to back off.
“still there my man? or do i have to go on FaceTime?” bakugou gloats, smirking into the mic.
“fuck you!” your ex finally shouts before ending the call. good on him for not sticking around before she came.
you’re too cockdrunk to notice, creaming around his cock so much that you were starting to feel that fuzzy feeling underneath your tummy.
“‘suki! im— im—“
“close? come for me baby. come for your hero.”
you come with a shout, pussy twitching as it creams around his length. bakugou rides out your orgasm aggressively, bucking his hips until he comes inside of you, thick and torrid. your legs give out. the both of you are covered in a thick sheen of sweat, and panting heavily.
you both collapse into eachother’s arms. you look at your boyfriend, who stares at the ceiling. his blonde locks are damp with sweat. you watch his rising chest. then, after a few moments, you speak up.
“why did you stay on the phone with him?” you asked softly.
“tch.” bakugou scoffs, meeting your gaze. his eyes are more of a gentle hue. “‘cause you’re mine. what, i can’t make it known?”
“katsuki.” you giggle. “did you get jealous?”
his face puffs out in embarrassment. “fuck off. who said anything about jealous?”
“nobody. my lips are sealed.” you smile.
“tch.” he leans over to kiss your forehead. “i love ya. brat.”
𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 .⋆♱ ⤿ summer breaks at your aunt's house in the countryside are always your favourite part of the year. though this year, there's a rather sweet surprise awaiting you. 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼, the grumpy (and unfairly hot) southern boy who comes to help out your aunt with garden work. and you've got one new mission for this summer: get him to fuck you, no matter what it takes.
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the summer heat hung thick over the countryside, wrapping around everything like a heavy blanket. cicadas buzzed a lazy rhythm, the scent of honeysuckle and freshly cut grass drifting through the air.
your aunt's old farmhouse sat nestled in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by wildflowers and rows of tomatoes that your aunt tended to with religious fervor.
every summer you came here, escaping the city for the wide open skies and the slow, syrupy pace of rural life. it was always a charm—the sweet people, the sweet tea, the sweet, sweet fruits you could pluck right off the vine.
but this summer, there was a whole different kind of sweetness waiting for you.
katsuki bakugo.
the first time you saw him, you’d nearly tripped over your own feet.
he was standing in your aunt’s garden, in a white tank top that was completely soaked through, clinging to every ridge and dip of his torso like a second skin.
the water hose was in his hand, spraying a fine mist over the tomato plants, and the droplets caught the sunlight like diamonds against his tan skin.
his arms were scarred, corded with muscle, and his face—sharp, angular, with a permanent scowl etched into his features—was the kind of beautiful that made your stomach do a slow, dangerous flip.
you’d walked outside that first day in a short skirt and a tight tank top, lips glossed, hair falling perfectly over your shoulders, a wicked grin already curling your mouth.
you’d leaned against the porch post and said something sweet, something flirty, something that usually worked on every boy you’d ever met.
he’d looked at you like you were a bug he wanted to squash.
“fuck off,” he’d said, voice low and rough with that thick southern drawl that made even his insults sound like honey. and then he’d turned back to his plants like you didn’t exist.
you should’ve been discouraged.
you should’ve rolled your eyes and moved on.
but instead, something sparked in your chest. a challenge. a game. and you were never one to back down from a game.
so you made it your mission.
every day, you found new ways to get his attention. you’d walk into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel, water still dripping from your skin, while he stood there drinking a glass of water, sweat beading on his forearms from working outside.
he’d barely glance at you, grunt, and walk right past like you were invisible.
you’d leave your bedroom window wide open while you changed, making sure the curtains were just sheer enough to silhouette your body.
not even a flicker of interest from him.
you’d bend over in front of him to pick up something you’d “accidentally” dropped, wear the shortest shorts you owned, brush against him when you passed in the hallway. nothing. he was a fortress, and you were determined to break down every single wall.
and today, you had a new plan.
your aunt had gone to town for groceries, leaving you alone in the house with him. the perfect opportunity.
you’d slipped into the tiniest bikini you owned—a scrap of pale pink fabric that barely covered your breasts and a matching triangle bottom that rode high on your hips.
you’d spent a good twenty minutes making sure everything looked just right, then you’d grabbed a towel, a bottle of sunscreen, and a book you had no intention of reading, and you’d made your way out to the garden.
he was already there, of course. bent over a row of daisies, wearing a pair of worn jeans and a thin gray t-shirt that was already starting to darken with sweat across his back. you could see the muscles shifting under the fabric as he worked, could see the way his shoulder blades moved like wings.
your mouth went dry.
you laid your towel out on one of the sun chairs, positioned perfectly so that the sunlight would hit you just right, and you stretched out on your stomach, arching your back just a little more than necessary. you let your head rest on your folded arms, closed your eyes, and pretended to relax.
for a long while, nothing happened.
you could hear the snip of his shears, the rustle of leaves, the occasional grunt as he yanked a weed from the earth. he didn’t look at you. not once.
you kept peeking through half-lidded eyes, watching him move, watching the way his jeans sat low on his hips, the dark line of hair trailing from his navel disappearing beneath the waistband. and every time, he ignored you.
it was maddening.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, he straightened up, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and turned to look at you. his crimson eyes were narrowed, his jaw tight.
“the hell you doin’ out here?” he asked, voice flat.
you stretched, letting your back arch just a little more, letting the curve of your ass shift under the tiny scrap of fabric. “tanning,” you said, all innocence. “is that a problem?”
“tannin',” he repeated, like the word was stupid. “in my garden.”
“your garden?” you lifted your head, propping your chin on your hands. “last i checked, this was my aunt’s garden. you just work here.”
a muscle in his jaw twitched. “i’m the one who takes care of it. means i get a say in who sprawls around half-naked innit.”
“half-naked?” you looked down at yourself, then back up at him with a sweet smile. “this is a bikini. it’s for swimming. and tanning. perfectly normal.”
“you ain’t swimmin’.”
“no, i’m tanning. didn’t you hear me?”
he stared at you for a long, hard moment, his eyes tracing over your body in a way that was almost clinical, like he was assessing a piece of furniture. then he scoffed, shook his head, and turned back to his work. “whatever. just don’t get in my way.”
you bit your lip, fighting a grin. he was talking to you. that was progress. even if he was being a dick about it, he was engaging. and you could work with that.
you let the silence stretch, listening to the sounds of him working. you shifted on the towel, making sure your movements were slow and deliberate, making sure the light caught the curve of your hip, the dip of your spine. you let out a little sigh, just loud enough for him to hear.
he ignored you.
you flipped onto your back, letting the sun hit your stomach, your chest. you arched your back, stretching your arms above your head, your breasts pressing against the thin fabric of your bikini top. you let out another sigh, this one a little louder, a little more breathy.
the snip of his shears paused. you didn’t look, but you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and hot. then it was gone, and the snipping resumed.
you smiled to yourself.
“hey,” you called out, your voice sweet and syrupy. “could you do me a favor?”
“no.”
“you don’t even know what it is yet.”
“don’t care.”
you sat up, letting the towel fall away from your chest. you ran your fingers through your hair, pushing it back from your face, and gave him your most innocent, pleading look. “i can’t reach the sunscreen on my back. and i really don’t want to burn. could you…put some on for me?”
he stopped. turned. looked at you like you’d just asked him to set the garden on fire.
“you didn’t think of that beforehand?” he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.
“i thought i’d be able to reach,” you said, pouting your lips. “but i can’t. please, katsuki? i’ll be out of your hair faster. i promise.”
he stared at you for a long, agonizing moment. you could see the war in his eyes—the part of him that wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself, and the part of him that was too damn stubborn to let you win by whining. finally, with a heavy, put-upon sigh, he set down his shears and stalked over to you.
“turn around,” he said, his voice flat.
you bit back a triumphant grin and turned, presenting your back to him. you heard him pick up the bottle of sunscreen, heard the squirt of it hitting his palm. then his hands were on you, and every thought in your head evaporated.
his hands were rough, calloused, warm. he started at your shoulders, spreading the lotion in firm, efficient strokes. his thumbs dug into the muscles on either side of your spine, and you couldn’t help the little moan that escaped your lips.
“shut up,” he said, but his voice was a little rougher than before.
you bit your lip, staying quiet as his hands moved lower. down your shoulder blades, down the curve of your waist. his fingers brushed the edge of your bikini bottom, and you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through you. he didn’t linger. he moved on, smoothing the lotion over your lower back, his thumbs tracing the dimples just above your ass.
“you’re real quiet all of a sudden,” he said, his voice low, almost a murmur. “that ain’t like you.”
“just enjoying the view,” you said, your voice coming out breathier than you intended.
“view? you ain’t even lookin’.”
“i’m enjoying the view of the garden. through the reflection in your eyes.”
he snorted. “that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard.”
“you love it.”
“i hate it.”
but his hands didn’t stop. they moved lower, smoothing the sunscreen over the tops of your thighs, his fingers pressing just a little harder than necessary.
you felt your breath catch, felt your skin prickle with goosebumps despite the heat. his hands were wandering, and you could feel the heat radiating off him as he leaned over you.
“y'know,” he said, his voice dropping to something low and dangerous, “you’ve been pesterin’ me all summer. walkin’ around in towels, leavin’ your window open, bendin’ over in front of me like a damn cat in heat.”
“i have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, your voice innocent.
“liar.” his hands slid lower, his thumbs brushing the curve of your ass. you felt your breath hitch, felt your thighs press together. “you think i ain’t noticed? you think i’m fuckin' blind?”
“you never said anything.”
“what was i supposed to say? ‘hey, thanks for the free show, but i’m tryin’ to work’?” his hands were moving now, slow and deliberate, massaging the sunscreen into the skin just above the waistband of your bikini. “you’re a pest, y'know that?”
“you keep talking, but your hands haven’t stopped.”
“shut up.”
he was rubbing circles into your lower back now, his fingers slipping lower with every pass. you could feel the heat pooling between your legs, could feel the way your bikini bottom was already starting to get damp.
this was working. this was exactly what you wanted.
“you’re a real piece of work,” he muttered, his voice thick with something that might have been anger, might have been want. “think you can just prance around in your little outfits and get whatever you want.”
“is it working?”
his hands stopped. for a moment, the only sound was the cicadas and the pounding of your heart. then he moved, and suddenly his hands were on your hips, gripping hard, and he was pulling you up, turning you over so you were on your back, looking up at him.
his face was flushed, his crimson eyes burning with a fire that made your breath catch. his jaw was tight, his lips pressed into a thin line. he looked furious.
he looked hungry.
“you didn’t think i’d notice?” he said, his voice low and rough. “you didn’t think i’d see what you were doin’?”
“i knew you’d notice,” you said, your voice soft, your heart pounding. “i was counting on it.”
he stared at you for a long moment, his hands still gripping your hips. then he let out a harsh breath, almost a laugh, and shook his head.
“you’re stupid,” he said. “y'know that?”
“i’ve been told.”
his hands moved, sliding up your sides, over your ribs. his thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, and you arched into his touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips. his eyes darkened.
“you’re gonna regret this,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice. just a low, rough promise.
“i doubt it.”
he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “you’re gonna be beggin’ me to stop by the time i’m done with you.”
you shivered, a thrill running through you. “try me.”
for a long moment, he just looked at you. then, slowly, his hands slid down your body, over your stomach, over your hips, until they were resting on the curve of your ass. he squeezed, hard, and you gasped, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders.
“you’ve been askin’ for this,” he said, his voice a low growl. “all fuckin' summer. you’ve been beggin’ for it.”
“maybe,” you said, your voice breathless. “maybe i have. what are you gonna do about it, hm?”
his hands moved lower, slipping under the waistband of your bikini bottom. his fingers found the soaked fabric, and he let out a low, dark laugh.
“fuckin’ hell,” he said. “you’re already wet.”
“shut up,” you said, echoing his earlier words.
his grin was sharp, predatory. “make me.”
and then his fingers were moving, pushing the damp fabric aside, and he was sliding two fingers through your slick folds, slow and deliberate.
you gasped, your back arching, your hands tightening on his shoulders. he watched your face, his eyes hungry, as he circled your clit with his thumb.
“that feel good?” he asked, his voice mockingly sweet.
“y-yes,” you breathed.
“good.” he pressed his fingers deeper, finding your entrance, and then he pushed inside you with a wet, obscene squelch. you cried out, your head falling back, your hips bucking against his hand.
he fucked you with his fingers, slow and deep, his thumb still working your clit. his other hand was gripping your hip, holding you in place, his fingers digging into your skin. you were moaning, whimpering, your body arching into his touch.
“look at you,” he said, his voice low and rough. “so damn needy. so damn desperate.”
“katsuki,” you moaned, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
“what?” he said, his voice sharp. “what do you want?”
“more,” you begged. “please.”
he smirked, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made your vision go white. “more? you want more?”
“yes, yes, please—“
he pulled his fingers out, and you whined at the loss. but before you could protest, he was grabbing your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach. his hands were on your ass, squeezing, spreading, and you could feel the heat of his body behind you.
“you want my cock?” he asked, his voice rough. “you want me to fuck you?”
“yes,” you said, your voice muffled against the towel. “god, yes.”
“then beg.”
you turned your head, looking back at him over your shoulder. his eyes were blazing, his face flushed, his lips parted. he looked like a man on the edge, and you wanted to push him over.
“please, katsuki,” you said, your voice sweet and breathy. “please fuck me. i need your cock. i need it so bad.”
a low growl rumbled in his chest. “that’s more like it.”
he pulled your bikini bottom down, letting it fall to your knees. then you felt his hands on your hips, his thumbs spreading your cheeks, and the blunt head of his cock pressing against your slick entrance. he pushed, just a little, just enough to make you gasp.
“y'sure about this?” he asked, his voice a low rasp.
“yes,” you said, your voice desperate. “fuck, yes, just—“
he pushed inside you in one smooth, hard thrust, and you both groaned. he was thick, filling you completely, stretching you in a way that made your eyes roll back in your head. he paused, his hands gripping your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises.
“fuck,” he breathed. “fuck, you’re tight.”
“move,” you whined. “please, move.”
and he did. he pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a brutal, punishing pace. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixing with your moans and his grunts. his hand came down on your ass, hard, and you cried out, your fingers digging into the towel.
“y'like that?” he growled. “y'like gettin’ fucked like a little slut in the garden, huh?”
“yes,” you moaned. “yes, yes, yes—“
he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, and you gasped at the sharp pain. his other hand was on your hip, holding you in place as he fucked you, his thrusts deep and relentless.
“you’ve been such a fuckin’ pest,” he said, his voice harsh and breathless. “walkin’ around in your little towels, flashin’ your tits at me, thinkin’ you could get away with it.”
“i did get away with it,” you managed, your voice choked with pleasure.
his hand tightened in your hair, pulling harder. “you got a smart mouth. ever thought about that being fuckin' annoyin'?”
“you love it.”
“i hate it.” he thrust deeper, harder, and you cried out. “but i’m gonna fuck it out of you.”
his pace increased, relentless, unforgiving. the world narrowed to the feeling of him inside you, the sound of his breath, the heat of his body against yours. you could feel the pressure building, coiling low in your belly, and you knew you were close.
“katsuki,” you moaned, your voice breaking. “i’m gonna—i’m gonna—“
“not yet,” he said, his voice a low growl. “you don’t fuckin' cum until i say so. torturin' me all summer..”
he slowed his pace, pulling out until only the tip of him was inside you, then pushing back in slow and deep. it was torture, the most exquisite kind of torture. you whimpered, your hips bucking back against him, trying to get more.
“please,” you begged. “please, katsuki, i need—“
“what do you need?” he asked, his voice mocking. “tell me.”
“i need to cum,” you said, your voice desperate. “please, let me cume.”
“beg harder.”
“please,” you said, your voice breaking. “please, please, please—“
he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushing your ear. “you’re such a fuckin’ slut,” he whispered.
“yes,” you said, your voice a sob. “yours. your slut.”
something in him seemed to break. he pulled back, grabbed your hips, and started fucking you again, hard and fast, his rhythm wild and desperate. his hand found your clit, rubbing in tight circles, and you felt the pressure build, felt the wave rising.
“come on,” he said, his voice rough. “you can cum.”
and you did. you shattered, your body convulsing, your cries filling the air as the orgasm ripped through you. you were barely aware of him pulling out, barely aware of the hot, wet spurts of his cum painting your back, his grunt of satisfaction.
you lay there, panting, your body trembling, your mind a haze of pleasure. you felt him collapse beside you, his breath coming in harsh gasps. for a long moment, neither of you spoke.
then he sat up, and you heard him fumbling for something. you turned your head, watching as he picked up your phone from where it had fallen on the towel. his fingers moved across the screen, typing something.
“what are you doing?” you asked, your voice hoarse.
he didn’t answer. he finished, tossed the phone onto the towel beside you, and stood up. he pulled up his jeans, buttoned them, and looked down at you with a complicated expression that was part annoyance, part satisfaction.
“you got what you wanted,” he said, his voice flat. “now stop botherin’ me.”
and he walked away, leaving you there, cum drying on your back, your phone buzzing with a new contact name.
you picked it up, looked at the screen.
a single name: “katsuki.”
you smiled, wide and wicked, and lay back down in the sun.
It’s the first thing that comes to your brain as you watch him strip his boxers down from your spot at the foot of the bed. Three months into the relationship, and the rising tension finally snapped, with you point-blank asking him during movie night - doe eyes and all - if you could suck his dick. His reaction was much what you were expecting, stuttering out an Are you sure? before letting you maneuver his sweatpants off.
His dick wasn’t terribly long, maybe 6 inches - but he was thick. It looked heavy too, slowly hardening and twitching against his stomach as he beckoned you over with two fingers.
“My eyes are up here, baby,” his voice was soft, pale blue shirt still on, hugging the swell of his shoulders just right.
You whined softly, “I get to see your eyes every day. Wanna look at this instead.” You punctuated your sentence by gripping a hand around his length, pulling a strained gasp from him.
Izuku’s hips jerked into your touch, thick cock pulsing in your palm. It curved slightly upward, the shaft a deeper shade of pink at the base that faded to a flushed, swollen head. Prominent veins ran along its length, throbbing under your fingers with every heartbeat - a bead of precum already welled at the flushed tip, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to drag your tongue over it, slow and deliberate. He tasted clean and a little salty - perfect. The sound that tore out of him was wrecked - half-moan, half-whimper - and his hand flew to your hair, fingers threading gently even as his thighs trembled.
“F-fuck… baby,” he breathed, voice cracking in that sweet, desperate way he only ever let you hear. His green eyes were half-lidded now, watching you with something between awe and hunger. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched over defined muscle from years of hero work, hem riding up to expose his abs.
You took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth. He was so thick your jaw already ached in the best way, but you pushed forward anyway, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue along the underside. Izuku’s grip tightened in your hair - not pulling, just holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
“You’re - ah! - doing so good,” he praised, voice hoarse. “So pretty with your mouth full. Look at you…”
The words went straight between your legs. You moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch against your tongue. Bobbing your head faster, you worked what you couldn’t fit with your hand, twisting your wrist just right at the base. Spit slicked down his shaft, dripping onto his balls, and you used your free hand to cup them gently, rolling them in your palm.
Izuku’s head fell back against the headrest, a broken groan escaping him. “Yes- just like that- fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep- nngh-”
You pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock. “Then don’t,” you murmured, voice husky. “Want you to cum in my mouth, Izuku. Please?”
His eyes snapped to yours, wide and dark with lust. “You sure? You don’t have to-”
You answered by sucking him back down, taking him as deep as you could until your nose brushed the dark curls at his base. You swallowed around him, throat working, and that was it. Izuku’s hips stuttered, a guttural moan ripping from his chest as he came hard. Thick, hot spurts flooded your mouth, and you swallowed every drop, humming happily as he shook through it.
When he finally softened, you pulled off gently, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before crawling up his body. Izuku immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. His heart hammered under your ear, and he buried his face in your hair, pressing kisses to your temple.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice still shaky. “I love you so much. Let me… let me take care of you now, yeah?”
His hand was already sliding down your front, slipping under your waistband with that same gentle determination that made your stomach flip. You smiled against his neck, nipping lightly.
“Only if I get to ride you after.”
Izuku laughed softly, the sound warm and fond, even as his fingers found you already soaked.
girl dad bakugo with a shy and sweet toddler the exact opposite of him ?
Shy Girl Dad Bakugou
Boy Dad
Katsuki who had a real wakeup call when your daughter was born. Not that he’d change it for the world, he absolutely adores her. But unfortunately for him, along with his patience, she was the complete opposite of him. She wasn’t loud or abrasive like him, instead she was soft spoken and timid. At first he’d just thought it was a developmental thing, but he found himself ruling that out pretty quickly when she met milestones exactly when she should’ve.
Katsuki who shocked everyone with how quickly he adapted. He didn’t push her, at least not when it wasn’t absolutely necessary. He found himself lowering his tone around her, having way more patience with her than he had with anyone else. She really was the apple of his eye the second she was brought into this world.
Katsuki who noticed every little thing about her. How she’d insist on sharing her snacks with the people she loved; even when that left her with less. He noticed how soft her voice was when talking to strangers, the way she’d tuck herself into the back of his leg or into the crook of his neck. He noticed the way she’d play with her hands or her clothes in spaces full of people.
Katsuki who was very protective over her. Never letting people get too close. He’d never stray too far from her, always being there to be her shield. Though he’d never force it, he’d watch for her reactions, if she seemed okay with the attention, he’d hover, but when he noticed the uncomfortable expression would wash upon her face, he’d be there.
Katsuki who always had 5 little fingers wrapped around two of his own. Her hand still being way too small to fully hold his own. Over time it became soothing for him, the feeling of her being so close.
Katsuki who loved playing dress up with her. He didn’t mind the uncomfortable tiara, or the hot pink feathery boa that always accompanied it. He didn’t mind the ache in his legs from the tiny, toddler sized chairs he was forced to sit in. Nor did he mind the demanding tone she took on when she took on the role of Queen. He’d drop anything to play with her.
Katsuki who loved when she sat on the floor while he cooked. He constantly finds himself picking her up to have her taste his cooking. Even when her only criticisms were that it needed to be more sweet, or that he needed to add chocolate.
Katsuki who’d defend her against anyone. If people asked her to speak up or to repeat themselves he’d tell them to get their ears checked; even if he himself couldn’t hear her either. He’d been temporarily banned from the playground from scaring other kids when they wouldn’t let her play with them because she was too quiet.
Katsuki who always made sure to have a tiny pair of sunglasses and a small hat with him when in public. He knew some of his fans were crazy, along with the media. So if it was unavoidable he planned on making his daughter as comfortable as he could in the situation.
Katsuki who loved hearing her call him Papa. Even if he almost couldn’t tell if she’d actually said it. He still cherished it.
Katsuki who found himself pondering back to his own childhood a lot because of her. Her actions constantly made him rethink his own. How sweet and caring she is versus how he acted back then. How he still behaved now. He knew she got it all from you. And he couldn’t say he hated it all that much. But still. It made him regret a lot of things. He couldn’t possibly imagine someone treating her the way he treated others and getting away with it.
Can we get katsuki and reader as a pro hero couple with whipped katsuki and the public loves it. Bonus if it’s top reader and bottom Bakugo
Pro!Bakugou x Pro!Reader
Katsuki who has definitely gotten more comfortable with himself and how the public sees him as he’s grown. He doesn’t mind when people call him a “Simp” or when they say he follows you around like a lost puppy, in fact he simply turns a blind eye to it all. Because they’re 100% correct.
Katsuki who lives for seeing those videos of women comparing their boyfriends and husbands to him. Sometimes people can even find him in the comments of those videos. Telling them to leave their man and how there's plenty of fish in the sea. Any oncoming comments about marrying him are met with “I’ve already chosen my fish so back the fuck up.” The media had a field day with that.
Katsuki who loves when you two have patrol together. He’ll slow his pace to match your own, making sure you’re keeping up. The fans love that. They love seeing him walking with his hand on the small of your back, not pushing you to move. Just making sure you’re still there. That nobody has snuck up on the two of you for an ambush.
Katsuki who’ll ignore his own injuries to check on you. Even if he’s literally bleeding out, he’ll ignore it because you’ve got a small cut on your cheek that needs immediate medical attention according to him. Surrounding bystanders usually get to witness him limping over to where you are and dusting you off, wiping the blood off your cheek and giving you a kiss. It’s only when you physically drag him to the closest medic that he gets his very real injury checked out.
Katsuki who still finds ways to check on you when you’re not patrolling together. He’ll ask fans on the streets if they’ve seen you today. He isn’t even subtle about it, he’ll straight up ask where you were last seen and what you were up to. If you two bump into each other throughout the day he’ll usually greet you with a light slap on your ass; you don’t even have to check to see who it is, everyone knows not to mess with you or Katsuki will murder them.
Katsuki who’ll bring you lunch on the days you’re out but he’s off. He’ll find himself slaving away in the kitchen, putting all his effort into this one meal just for you. He’ll text and ask where you are, even though he’s already on his way cause he has your location. He shows up wearing his regular everyday clothes. While you’re fully suited up. Fans love taking pictures and captioning them “Submissive and breedable house-husband”
Katsuki who’s pissed the second a villain lays their hand on you. Pissed. The villain is practically begging for their life the second they realise what they’ve done. Literally in tears, begging to be cuffed and dragged away instead of being dealt with by him.
Katsuki who doesn’t even need to be at the crime scene for villains to be scared of him. The second they see your face and recognise you, they’re already shitting themselves. Already preparing for death, turning themselves into the police.
Katsuki who doesn’t even flinch when you slap his ass right back, even when you do it with force. Significantly harder than when he does it. He doesn’t even care if people were around to see, he doesn’t give a shit if it’s trending that same day.
Katsuki who’s completely fine with the media seeing you mad at him. If anything he says it’s a teaching moment. “Even the healthiest couples have arguments.” While he’s literally being dragged away by his ear.
Katsuki who’s a sucker for your touch. Yes, his hands are on you constantly. But when it’s you initiating? That’s different. A good different. Doesn’t even care when it’s posted alongside those people doing the “Seeing if my boyfriend melts into the kiss” trend; because that's exactly what he’s doing. He’s still coming down from the adrenaline of the battle. Still stiffened, prepared for anything when you walk up and do it. And he melts instantly, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you in. If anything he’s upset that you pull away and have the audacity to laugh.
Katsuki who hates when villains flirt with either of you. It genuinely pisses him off. He’s literally scolding them while tying them up. “Why the hell would I want you when I’ve got all that?” his gaze is practically glued to you. Or “What the fuck makes you think you even have a chance.” No form of seduction is taking him away from you.
