cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck.
"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer.
since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.
it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.
katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.
his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.
because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.
"you in there?"
honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"
you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.
"no, you're fuckin' not"
katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.
even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.
you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.
and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.
he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window.
surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance.
he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.
it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.
katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.
"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"
a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.
which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you can't help but smile.
lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms.
your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.
"katsuki?"
there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"
a/n: kali loves intimacy! i like writing this more than smut let's be so fr. i tagged it as smut cuz i don't want people yelling at me so just to be safe! -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋
Fuck, I saw that comment about a reader lactating while Bakugou sucks on them, got me all kinds of turned on.
i assume this ask is in relation to my reblog under this fic!
hellooo, my first anon!!! thank you for the ask!! i wasn’t expecting one ever but i HAD to write my thoughts down for you. we’re in this together. katsuki will always be an ass man to me, but he also knows how to appreciate and love on some TITS!
katsuki loves tits and loves sucking on tits. It’s his favourite pass time (apart from eating pussy). if you’re cuddling, EXPECT him to dip down to suckle at your nipples. during sex, he loves watching them bounce in his face, always managing to catch a nipple between his greedy lips; they will be swollen and sensitive by the time he’s done with you, your breasts littered with his marks.
so now that you’re lactating, constantly complaining of your tits aching and full and heavy, katsuki naturally wants to help. what man would he be if he couldn’t help his girl?
“I got ya, baby,” he’s already kissing down your sternum, leaving faint, wet trails of spit along your skin as he nudges his nose against your tender breasts, inhaling your addictive scent.
you hadn’t pumped today, a mistake that had now left your breasts feeling painfully full. the warmth of his mouth around your nipple brings immediate relief, his large hand moving to cup your breast, kneading as he encourages milk flow. the first sweet spurt of milk against his awaiting tongue has a groan tumbling from his lips, suckling eagerly for more whilst his hand moves to tweak at your other nipple, nub peaked and begging for his attention as you tug at the soft strands of his hair, egging him on with your sweet moans in his ear.
katsuki can’t help but rut his hips up from your saccharine taste, like honey on his tongue as his clothed cock begins to grow and twitch, strained within its confines as he greedily gulps down every burst of milk, pearly white streams spilling down his chin messily. he grinds his hips in a slow, almost torturous rhythm—teasing, leaving your pussy throbbing for his cock.
his eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown and glowing under the thin ray of moonlight peering through the bedroom curtain as he tilts his head up to meet your own haze-filled eyes, parting from your now puffy nipple with a lewd, wet pop as he laps up the spilled milk.
“lemme make you a mommy again.”
i got a bit carried away with this drabble but i had so much fun writing this and i love tit sucker katsuki!! and thank you again for the ask, anon hehe
also, i hated writing mommy because i’m british but writing mummy just did not look good 💔
the next bed over ɞ·˚ katsuki bakugo x f!reader (kirishima included)
𑣲 stuck in the same room, kirishima overhears you two—completely turned on by his two best friends fucking. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the large hotel room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the city outside. their relaxing group trip changed when a plumbing issue down the hall completely ruined kirishima's room. since you and katsuki had a suite with two king beds, letting a best friend crash there made perfect sense.
but right now, you were starting to realize exactly how inconvenient it was.
the room was dead silent except for the quiet hum of the ac and the rustle of sheets. katsuki spooned you tightly from behind, his warm chest pressed flat against your back, with his heavy arm slung around your waist.
you had both assumed kirishima was in a deep sleep, considering he'd faced the opposite wall, pulled the duvet over his shoulders, and started snoring softly an hour ago. katsuki's touch changed from sleepy to needy, moving from your thighs to your ass, before squeezing your tits.
"katsuki.." you whispered and fluttered your eyes shut, melting into his touch.
"get some sleep." he muttered into your neck, trying to act like it was just a normal night. "it's late."
his words said one thing, but his actions said another. his boxers were hooked around his thighs and your damp underwear was pushed to the side. you felt the head of his cock pressing right against your slick walls.
he tilted his hips slowly, guiding his cock all the way inside you in one perfect push.
you dug your fingers into the sheets to stay quiet, gasping at how thick and full he felt from behind.
"fuck, you're so tight.." a rough growl left his lips against your neck, completely laced. moving in a slow, deep rhythm, he buried himself to the hilt every time his hips rolled forward.
"katsuki, please." you whimpered, burying your face into the pillow to muffle the desperate noises wanting to escape your throat. you couldn't tell if the pleasure was amplified because you had to be quiet, or because kirishima was in the very next bed. "he's right there.."
"don't worry about him. just take it." he grunted, his lips brushing your jawline as he picked up the pace. he gripped your hip tighter, holding you against his heavy, relentless thrusts. "yeah.. you like that? feel how wet you are for me?"
you could only nod frantically against the pillow, tears pricking your eyes from how good he felt.
"not too loud, baby.." his commanding whisper made you squeeze around him, and he hid his face in your hair, groaning softly as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. "good girl. shit—just like that." his voice dropped, low and strained.
meanwhile, on the other side of the hotel room, kirishima was fighting a losing battle with his own mind.
he wasn't asleep. he hadn't been asleep for the last ten minutes—sleep was a lost cause, leaving him wide awake with a stubborn hard-on.
he stared at the dark wallpaper just an inch from his face. he had woken up to the subtle shift in the room's atmosphere, and by the time he realized what was happening, it was way too late to fake a cough or sit up without making things incredibly awkward.
the wet slide of skin, your muffled gasps, and bakugo's deep, dirty talk cut through the quiet room like a chainsaw. it wasn't loud at all, but it was engraving itself deeply into his mind.
his own body was reacting to it. he was starting to wish he could see—every time he was a third wheel, he couldn't help but imagine you and katsuki having sex together. he even let himself fantasize about actually joining in.
just go to sleep, think about training, think about rocks.. he pleaded in his mind. but all he could think about was how you'd sound without holding back if it was just the two of you alone—the face you'd be making, how you'd be clawing at the bed or katsuki's hair.. dammit.
your shaky moans started to grow louder, cut off when katsuki covered your mouth with his hand right before the distinct, heavy thud of his hips moved faster.
you and katsuki were getting closer to the edge, and as kirishima slowly slid his hand underneath the waistband of his pants, he knew he'd be right there along with you two.
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⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆when a villain’s quirk forces katsuki bakugo to spend twenty-four uninterrupted hours glued to your side, the two of you quickly realize that being unable to keep your hands off each other is only half the problem.
⧼ 🛍️ ⧽ ∿ pairings 。 ⸝⸝ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader 𓄲 genre ⨾ tropes 。 pro hero x pro hero, romance, friends to lovers, forced proximity, mature themes, explicit sexual scenes 𓏲 contains 。 ᵎᵎ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, language, mutual pining, smut, dirty talks, dry humping, fingering, unprotected piv sex, spooning, cowgirl, choking, slight degradation, pet names (baby, brat, slut) ꩜ ⋆.˚ word count 。 6.0k ꔛ
꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ this fic is based on this blurb ᵎᵎ i posted months ago which has been long overdo. . . oopsie 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
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you woke up expecting your first mission of the day to end professionally with a quiet victory. your routine usually flowed with a seamless rhythm because you had spent years honing your quirks and your instincts. you took a certain pride in the fact that your missions tended to end successfully and remained relatively calm, at least from your perspective.
you did not consider yourself cocky, but there was a comforting predictability to the way you handled villains. you could usually predict a criminal's next move before they even thought of it, leaving you to wrap things up with a clean arrest and a polite nod to the authorities.
you imagined today would be no different, just another entry in your record of efficiency.
but boy were you wrong.
your day started that morning at tokyo’s largest shopping district. the air felt crisp and the streets were filled with the usual hum of commuters and tourists.
you were paired with katsuki for a team up mission targeting a group of high profile robbers. these villains had a penchant for the finer things, having spent the last few months raiding museums for historical paintings and priceless jewelry.
the objective was simple. apprehend the group, secure the stolen assets, and ensure no civilians were harmed.
for the first hour, the mission played out exactly as you had envisioned. you and katsuki moved like a well oiled machine, your quirk complementing his explosive one. you managed to corner the group in a side gallery, neutralizing the muscle while katsuki blasted the leaders into submission. the civilians were ushered to safety and the jewels were recovered in record time.
“took you long enough to wrap that one up, you slow ass,” katsuki barked, though there was no real heat in it.
"i had it under control, katsuki, you just wanted to blow things up," you replied, glancing back at him with a smirk.
the calm shattered during the final moments of the arrest.
one of the villains, a scrawny man with a desperate look in his eyes, lunged forward as you were securing a pair of handcuffs. he didn't aim for the jewels or the exit. he aimed for you.
katsuki saw the movement a split second before you did. he didn't hesitate, shoving you hard to the side and taking the hit directly to his chest. there was no explosion or flash of light, just a strange, shimmering ripple in the air that seemed to snap onto him.
you both stood there for a moment in total silence, blinking in confusion.
katsuki looked down at his chest, then back at the villain, his face twisting into a scowl. “what the fuck was that?!” he didn't feel anything unusual, and you assumed the attack had failed.
but as katsuki reached out to grab your arm to pull you away from the scene, the world seemed to tilt. the moment his fingers brushed your skin, there was a violent, audible clack, like two industrial magnets slamming together.
you were suddenly jerked backward, your back slamming into his chest with such force that the air left your lungs in a sharp wheeze.
“what the hell?! get off me!” katsuki roared, his voice echoing off the museum walls.
“you get off me!” you retorted as you tried to push away, planting your feet and leaning forward with all your strength.
“i am not staying stuck to you all day,” he snarled, his palms sparking. “i will blast this quirk right off of me!”
“don't you dare blast us into a wall,” you warned, though you were already feeling the dizzying proximity of him.
you managed to create a gap of maybe three inches before an invisible force yanked you back. you flew backward again, hitting him with a dull thud that made you groan.
that’s how you ended up here, talking to the authorities, finishing the mission by sharing all the intel you have gathered. you could physically feel the headache coming as you scolded yourself for your wishful thinking that today would be a good day because you were so wrong.
the very angry and very agitated katsuki bakugo who was literally stuck to you was living proof of that.
“that fucking bastard! get us out of this, you pathetic excuse of a villain!” he yelled at the villain who was cuffed being escorted away.
“katsuki, stop moving! you’ve already tried pulling away once and it didn’t work. what makes you think trying over and over again would be any different?” you snapped, though your voice was strained from the impact of his chest on your back from the constant forceful pulling.
“i am not moving, you damn brat!” he was screaming even louder now, his face inches from your ear. “i shouldn’t have agreed to do this low tiered mission.”
“you’re a hero! we did our job, get over yourself.” you knocked your head back to his, hitting him square in the forehead making him groan.
“fuck you.” katsuki growled at you from behind, biting onto a section of your hair from the back before tugging.
you rolled your eyes in anger before stomping on his foot. “stop acting like a child.”
“hit me again and i’ll throw the both of us into traffic.” katsuki threatened you.
you rolled your eyes as you turned your head back to look at the police officers who were still processing the scene. you tried to maintain your professional composure while katsuki was essentially glued to your spine.
he was leaning back with all his might, trying to keep his chest from pressing against your back, but it was a losing battle. every time he drifted a few inches away, the magnetic pull would snap him back into you with a forceful slam that pushed you forward, nearly making you trip over your own boots.
“for the love of god, i am just trying to finish the report,” you told the katsuki before turning back to the detective, ignoring the way katsuki was vibrating with rage behind you. “please ignore him and his temper tantrum.”
“shut your mouth!” katsuki yelled, his hands gripping your waist tightly, not to keep himself from slipping but because he physically can’t let go. “i am not having a temper tantrum, you're just annoying! and you!” he turned his head to glare at the captured villain who was already in police van. “you piece of shit! i am going to blow your limbs off one by one! do you hear me! i will blast you into the next century for this!”
“katsuki, shut up!” you yelled back, snapping your patience. “can’t you see i’m talking to the authorities! just stay still for five fucking minutes!”
he spat a curse, his breath hot against your neck. “do you want to be stuck here like this the entire day?! if i hadn't taken that hit for you, we wouldn't be in this mess! you're lucky i'm even touching you, you brat!”
the detective cleared his throat, looking between the two of you with a mixture of pity and amusement.
“from what we can see so far, all five of the villains captured today aren’t japanese citizens. this means their quirks are completely unregistered in our database.” the detective eyed his phone before meeting your eyes once more. “i have already informed the lab about you and dynamight’s situation. they will be analyzing the specific properties of the magnetic quirk. once we get the villains to custody, i will personally question the villain who hit you with the quirk and get more information on it.”
“for now,” the detective continued, “i will inform the hero commission that both of you are off duty. no missions, no patrols, and certainly no work at your respective agencies. you are physically incapacitated as a pair. i suggest you both go home and discuss where you will be staying. hopefully, the quirk effects will wear off on their own within twenty-four hours.”
“thank you, detective,” you said, giving a tired smile. “we appreciate the help.”
katsuki didn't thank anyone. he just growled, a low, dangerous sound in his throat, and glared at the detective as if the man had personally glued them together.
the ride back to katsuki's agency was a chaotic affair. once you arrived, you were greeted by mina and kirishima, who had been briefed on the situation. mina nearly collapsed in fits of laughter the moment she saw you two stuck together.
“oh my god!” mina squealed, pointing at you. “you guys are literally like a human sandwich! this is the most romantic thing i have ever seen in my entire professional career!”
“it is not romantic, you idiot!” katsuki screamed, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “get over here and help us get these damn costumes off before i explode this entire building!”
the process of changing into regular clothes was a nightmare of coordination and physical strain. because you couldn't be separated by more than a few inches, you had to change in separate rooms with people literally holding you back.
mina and two of katsuki's assistants gripped your arms and waist, anchoring you to a heavy bolted table in one room, while kirishima and another sidekick did the same for katsuki in the adjacent room.
it was a grueling exercise in willpower. every time you tried to slide a shirt over your head, the magnetic pull would tug at you, threatening to launch you through the concrete wall and right back into katsuki's chest.
you were sweating, your teeth gritted as you gripped the edges of the table, your knuckles white. i can't believe this is my life right now, you thought, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your temple. i expected a calm day, and now i'm being held back like a wild animal just so i can put on a t shirt.
rom the other side of the wall, you could hear kirishima grunting, his voice strained as he fought to keep katsuki in place.
“bakugo, man, listen,” kirishima gasped, sounding completely out of breath. “i think you should just go pee or do your business in the bathroom while we're still here. i don't think you'll be able to do that once you two are back home and stuck together. there won't be anyone to pry you off each other.”
“i will kill you!” katsuki's voice boomed, followed by the sound of a small explosion. “stop talking about my bladder, shitty hair! i can handle myself!”
“it sounds stupid, but kiri is right,” mina said to you, her voice shaking from the effort of holding you still. “you might want to consider it.”
you paused, the reality of the situation sinking in. you looked at the wall separating you from the most stubborn man in japan and sighed. “fine,” you called out. “take me to the bathroom.”
after another thirty minutes of torturous maneuvering, kirishima and mina drove the two of you to katsuki's penthouse.
the car ride was an exercise in sensory overload.
katsuki had claimed the back seat, spreading himself out with his back against the door. because of the magnetic pull, you were forced to sit with your back against his front, tucked between his legs.
you tried your best to focus on the scenery passing by the window, but it was impossible to ignore the loud, frantic thumping in your chest. your face felt hot, a deep blush creeping up your neck.
you could feel every inch of him. his chest was hard and defined, digging into your shoulder blades, and his hands were firmly glued to your waist. the heat radiating from him was intense, a constant, pulsing warmth that seemed to seep through your clothes and melt your resolve.
why is he so warm? you wondered, biting your lip. and why does he always smell this intoxicating.
kirishima and mina were kind enough to make sure the two of you were settled, ordering a massive amount of food and eating with you both in the penthouse before they had to leave for their own duties. they left you two alone in the silence of the luxury apartment, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.
the rest of the afternoon was spent in his bedroom, which had become a battleground for the remote control. you wanted to watch something light, something that would distract you from the fact that you were physically fused to your long time crush, but katsuki wanted to watch literally anything else.
“we are watching a rom com, katsuki,” you insisted, leaning back into him as you both sat on the bed. “come on, it will be fun. plus it'll calm you down.”
“i am not watching some garbage movie about people crying over flowers!” katsuki yelled, though his voice lacked its usual bite. “put on an action movie! something with explosions!”
“do you even need any more explosions when you are a already human bomb?” you countered, a playful smirk on your lips. “oooh! how about we watch mean girls? it's a classic.”
“i don't care if it's a damn classic! it's stupid!” he groaned, but he didn't fight you as hard as he usually would once you pressed play. he seemed exhausted by the day's events.
you wore him down with a combination of stubbornness and a few well placed pouts. eventually, he caved with a loud, dramatic sigh that sounded like he was conceding a war.
“fine! watch your stupid mean girls movie! just stop talking during it!”
you ended up lying on his bed with him (duh), the movie playing on a large screen in front of you. because of the way you were stuck, he was positioned behind you, his arms forced to wrap around your waist in a permanent spooning position. his chest was pressed firmly against your back. you could feel the steady, heavy beat of his heart matching your own.
“this is so stupid,” katsuki muttered, his voice low and husky right against your ear. “why are people so obsessed with who sits where at lunch? it's a school cafeteria. eat your fucking food and go.”
you chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of your bodies. “i don't know, katsuki, you tell me. i think you could definitely pass as a mean girl. you've got the attitude and the temper for it.”
he stiffened, his grip on your waist tightening. “what did you just say to me? i will blast you into orbit!”
you just laughed, feeling a surge of boldness. “admit it, you'd totally be the leader of the plastics. you'd just scream at everyone until they did what you wanted… which you already do. and you’re blond as well. it’s perfect casting!”
katsuki didn't yell back this time. instead, he let out a huff of air that felt like a kiss against your skin.
you weren't normally this chatty, but the proximity was making you reckless. you were desperately trying to distract yourself from the heat of his body. for hours, you had been glued together, and the friction was starting to create a feverish warmth between you. you could feel the slight dampness of his sweat against your back, the nitroglycerin scented moisture making your skin tingle.
i can't believe he hasn't blown us up yet, you thought, your heart racing.
you had carried a torch for katsuki since your second year at u.a. high. it had started as admiration for his drive and evolved into a deep, aching attraction that you had kept hidden behind jokes and professional courtesy. now, with your agencies located close to each other and your friendship deepening, the feelings had become an obsession.
you shifted your hips slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position to ease the strain of being fused to him. as you settled further back, pushing your backside against him, you felt something hard and unmistakable pressing against the curve of your butt. you froze, your breath hitching in your throat. it was his cock, already thickening through the fabric of his sleep pants.
you felt his breath hitch. the fingers that had been awkwardly and tensely gripping your waist earlier were changing. he wasn't just holding on anymore. his fingertips began to move, subtly drawing slow, rhythmic shapes on your skin, tracing the curve of your hip and the dip of your waist. the touch was almost shy, which was completely unlike the man who had spent the morning screaming at police officers.
you moved a little bit more, trying to settle in further into the bed.
katsuki let out a long, shaky breath that fanned across the nape of your neck. you felt his fingers tighten on your waist, his grip almost bruising. “stop moving,” he growled, his voice a deep, guttural vibration that resonated through your entire spine.
you knew you should stop, but a spark of mischief flared in your chest.
you shifted again, a slow, deliberate grind of your hips that pressed you deeper into his hardness. you acted innocent, humming softly as if you were still just trying to get comfortable. “i'm just trying to get settled, kats, it's a bit cramped,” you whispered, though your voice held a teasing lilt.
he let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a snarl. you could feel him growing harder, the length of him stretching against you, hot and demanding. the heat between your bodies was becoming unbearable, a fever that blurred the lines of friendship.
“you're doing that on fucking purpose,” he hissed, his breath hot against your ear. “you like playing with fire, huh? you damn brat.”
“i don't know what you're talking about,” you replied, tilting your head back to look at him, your eyes dancing with challenge.
katsuki's restraint snapped. he shifted his weight, pushing his body more firmly onto yours, pinning you to the mattress. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a dangerous, predatory whisper. “you think you're so clever, don't you? teasing me when you know i can't even pull away from you.”
“katsuki,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
“you're just a little tease, begging for me to fucking lose it.” he muttered, his words laced with a slight edge of degradation that made your stomach flip.
“maybe i am,” you breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs.
“look at me,” he commanded, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you could feel the heat of his skin, the roughness of his tongue as he grazed your collarbone. a low moan escaped your throat, and you felt him shudder against you.
you turned your neck, straining against the magnetic pull to face him. the moment your eyes met, he crashed his lips onto yours.
the kiss was explosive, tasting of desperation and years of suppressed longing. his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting of cinnamon and heat, sucking on your tongue with a hunger that left you lightheaded. you moaned into the kiss, your hands reaching back to tangle in his spiky blonde hair, pulling him closer even though there was nowhere left to go.
the kiss deepened, becoming wetter and more frantic. you could hear the sound of your saliva exchanging, a wet, shlicking noise that only fueled the fire in your gut. he shifted his weight, pinning you further into the mattress, his thighs sliding between yours. the friction of his trousers against your own was driving you insane.
“i can't... i can't stand this,” katsuki gasped, breaking the kiss to bite your earlobe. i want you. i want all of you.
“oh—please…” you arched your back, pressing your rear into his crotch. you could feel the hard, thick length of his cock straining against his pants, a rigid pillar of heat that was pulsing against you. you whimpered, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
he began to move, his hips grinding rhythmically into your backside as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. every thrust was heavy, his hardness rubbing against you through the clothes. you arched your back, grinding back into him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps of pleasure.
“k-katsuki,” you pleaded, not sure what you were begging for, but you were.
“god, you feel so good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice rough. “i've wanted to do this for so long, you stupid, beautiful idiot.”
katsuki struggled against the magnetic effect that was very much a nuisance as it was a push, his muscles straining as he fought the pull to lift his hand. he grunted with the effort, his face contorted, but he managed to slide his hand down between your legs. his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your underwear, finding the heat of your pussy.
“ha—! kats…” you squirmed at the sudden pressure.
“you're already wet,” he chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound. “look at you, soaking through your clothes for me.” he began to play with you, his fingers circling your clit through the cloth of your pants, sending jolts of electricity through your nerves.
you whined, your head tossing back against his shoulder. “katsuki, please,” you begged, your voice trembling.
he was impatient, the hunger in his eyes mirroring your own. he didn't want to waste another second with fabric between you. with a sudden, violent surge of strength, he gripped the waistband of your bottoms and tore them. the sound of fabric ripping filled the room, a sharp crack that made you gasp. he didn't stop there, his hands moving to your top, ripping the material away with a focused aggression, fighting the magnetic pull that tried to snap him back.
“be patient, damn it,” he growled like a hypocrite. he slid his hand down, his fingers diving into your wetness. you were already soaking, your juices coating his fingers as he slid them through your folds. he let out a low whistle, his voice thick with lust. “hah! not only are you a tease and impatient as fuck, you're also so fucking wet for me, aren't you?”
“yes, m’sorry… just please,” you breathed out, tilting your head back.
katsuki didn’t need to be told twice. he found your clit and began to rub it with a punishing intensity, his fingers sliding deep inside you. the sensation was overwhelming, the friction of his skin against your walls creating a wet, squelching sound that filled the silence.
“k-kats—hah…” you called out his name, your body squirming against his touch, your muscles clamping tight around his fingers.
“mmh?” he nipped lightly at your shoulder, his other hand moving up to cup your breast through your blouse, his thumb finding your nipple and rubbing it to a hard peak. “tell me this is wrong. tell me to stop.” his voice was a dark challenge.
you arched back into him instinctively, pushing your ass more firmly against his hardness. a low groan rumbled from his chest. “it doesn’t… f-feel wrong,” you managed, your own voice husky. “f-feels so good…”
katsuki was losing it as much as you were, he was just good at hiding it. he was breathing hard, his chest heaving. he gripped his own clothes, his muscles bulging as he fought the magnetic force one last time to rip his pants and underwear away. as soon as he was free, the magnet slammed his bare body back against yours with a heavy thud.
the feeling of his bare cock grinding against your bare behind was almost too much to bear. he was huge, hot, and leaking pre-cum that lubricated the space between you.
“sh-hiiiit…” you breathed, eyes rolling from the weight of his bare cock behind you.
“yeah?” he cut in ruthlessly, his hand squeezing your breast, his hips grinding again in a rhythm that was becoming unmistakable. “found the opportunity and started grinding your ass into me like this,” he rocked against you, the friction deliciously maddening. “you’re such a fucking tease. always been f’me, huh? you get everything little thing you want, don’t ya?”
“ngh, no m’not—” you moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder. “you’re the one… who’s being a tease. katsuki, please…”
“hm? what’s wrong?” he taunted softly, biting your earlobe. “please what, baby? tell me. what happened to your damn confidence now, huh?” his long fingers curled deeper inside you, the slick wet on his fingers.
“oh—mmh, yeah… just like that, k-kats,” you gasped, bucking against his touch.
“you hear yourself?” he fucked you harder with his finger before adding another, his thumb finding your and rubbing in tight circles. you cried out, your hand struggling against the magnet as it flew back to clutch at his thigh. “so fucking wet and loud—mmm’fuuuck.”
katsuki was grinding against you relentlessly now, his cock hard and demanding against your ass, his fingers working magic through your slit. the friction between you was building a frantic heat low in your belly. your breath came in ragged pants that matched his own.
“w-want it— shiiit. katsuki, please. i want you inside me. want you so bad,” you begged again, the thought of him fragmented by pleasure.
“god fucking dammit, you beg so pretty f’me,” he growled, his voice guttural with need. he pressed his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “been wanting this for so long.” he pulled his soaked fingers out of your pussy making you whine at the emptiness. he didn't need to be told twice. he positioned himself, the head of his cock probing the entrance of your heat. he pushed forward slowly. “fuuuuck… you feel good,” a low growl ripping from his throat as your tight walls gripped him.
you whined, the feeling of him filling you up stretching you to your limit. he was thick, far thicker than you had imagined, and the sensation of him sliding deep into your cervix made your toes curl. you arched violently, a loud moan tearing from your throat as pleasure spiked through you. “oh god! katsuki!”
katsuki began to move, his thrusts rhythmic and powerful. because of the magnetic bond, he couldn't pull away completely, which meant every thrust was deep, hitting your most sensitive spots with punishing accuracy. the sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic squelching noise as his cock slid in and out of your drenched pussy.
shlick, squelch, shlick.
“that’s it, baby,” katsuki purred against your skin, his fingers kept pressure on your clit, circling it around while his hips never stopped moving “take it. take what you’ve always wanted from me.”
“fuck yeah. yeah, right there…” you were full on begging and purring now as you moved your hips meeting his thrust, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. you could feel the sweat from his chest dripping onto your back, mixing with the fluids of your union. he was panting, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against your ear.
“look at you—fuck. made for me”, he groaned, his voice breaking. i'm going to ruin you. he increased the pace, his movements becoming more overzealous. in his desperation to get deeper, his cock slipped out of you for a fraction of a second, only to slam back in with a wet thud that made you cry out. the sound of air being pushed out of your pussy created a loud, popping noise that only made him more aggressive.
“m’don’t think… gonna last looong—oh! yes, fuck! harder, katsuki!”
“come on then,” katsuki commanded, his voice rough with strain. he bit down on your shoulder blade. “cum for me. show me how good it feels when i finally touch you like this.” he curled his fingers harder, pressed his thumb down fiercely. “let go for me, you slut. let me feel you cum around me.”
he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving red marks that you knew you would cherish tomorrow. he was hammering into you now, his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air.
you felt your orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat that started in your toes and surged upward. “katsuki!” you screamed, your muscles clamping down on him in a series of violent contractions.
“fuck, i’m close,” he growled against your skin, his hips bucking up, driving his cock impossibly deeper where your bodies joined.
the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him was the final straw. “god fucking damn it! mgghfuuuck…” he let out a roar, his body stiffening as he shot his seed deep inside you. you could feel the hot, thick spurts of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up until you felt like you were overflowing. he groaned, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his chest heaving as he slowly came down from the peak.
katsuki breathed heavily, his heart racing. he suddenly gripped your waist. “turn around,” he commanded. “face me.”
“i can't, kats, the magnet,” you panted from your orgasm, trying to shift.
“fight it,” he growled, his voice regaining its dominant edge. “i want to see your face when i fuck you again. fight the damn thing.”
that was all the motivation you needed. you both gritted your teeth, straining against the invisible force. you pushed away from him, your muscles screaming, and with his help, you managed to swivel. for a second, you were almost face to face, before the magnet snapped you both back together with a loud groan, your bodies slamming into each other.
he didn't let you settle. he strained his muscle against the pull and manhandled you, flipping you over so you were on properly top of him. he gripped your hips, pulling you down as he entered you again.
you looked down at him, your eyes locking with his vermillion ones, the intimacy of the gaze making the pleasure of him inside you feel ten times more intense. “katsuki, baby.”
“that's it,” he whispered, his hands digging into your ass. “take it all.”
you tried your best to ride him, your breasts bouncing, your breath coming in ragged whines. he reached up, pulling you down, your lips meeting his. it was messy, your tongues dancing in a feverish rhythm, the taste of salt and desire filling your mouths. eventually, you collapsed onto his chest unable to fight the pull of the magnet, your face tucked into the crook of his neck. he took over, doing all the work, lifting his hips to drive deep into you.
“ngghh—oh, fuck,” you whined, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, your skin slick with sweat. “please, katsuki, harder,” you begged.
“shut up and take what i give you, brat,” katsuki replied, though his voice was thick with affection. he began to fuck you with a renewed aggression, the sounds of your bodies interacting becoming more visceral.
the squelching of your joined heat and the heavy thud of his chest against yours created a symphony of lust. he gripped the back of you neck, lightly squeezing, the sensation that only pushed you further over the edge, making you clench tighter around him.
“m’gonna cum again… baby, pleeeease—oh, make me cum,” you choked out a moan, your body tightening as you felt another orgasm building.
“fucking hell, baby, ya gonna milk me dry, huh?” he snarled, bucking his hips up, his hands clamping onto your ass. “yeah? just like that. scream like that. let everyone in the building hear you scream through the fucking walls.”
you moaned loudly, your body still trembling from your orgasm as he began to move inside you again. “agh! f-fuck—kats… m’cuming” you threw your head back.
“cum with me,” he commanded. “fuck, do it now.”
you screamed as you peaked, your internal muscles squeezing him tightly. katsuki let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he came deep inside you, his release filling you again with warmth.
the room fell silent, the only sound being your labored breathing. you stayed in that position for a long time, the sweat cooling on your skin. for a long time, neither of you spoke. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat and fluids, the scent of sex and nitroglycerin filling the room.
“does mean you actually like me? or do you just let anyone fuck you?” you broke the silence, your voice clearly teasing and mischievous to get under his skin.
katsuki scoffed, though he didn't move his arm from around you (not that he can). “tch. whatever the hell that means. i don’t even like when other people breathe close to me. what else would this nonsense mean?”
“is that your way of being romantic? because calling what we just did just now ‘nonsense’ is a bit low… even from you,” you teased.
“shut up,” he muttered, his ears turning a bright shade of red. “… listen, tomorrow… or whenever the fuck. after this damn quirk wears off. you're going out to dinner with me.”
“wait, as in a date?” you snapped your head up from his neck to look at him only for the stupid magnet to slam you back down his chest with a thud.
“stop fucking moving—and it's not a big deal,” katsuki snapped, holding you tighter almost subconsciously. “i just don't want you starving to death because you're too clumsy to feed yourself. just say yes, damn it.”
you giggled, kissing his chest. “yes, katsuki. i'd love to go on a date with you.”
“stop pushing it!”
after a couple more yells from katsuki, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, the magnetic effects of the villains quirk finally feeling like something you wanted to keep.
the next morning, the shrill ring of a phone shattered the silence.
katsuki groaned, his eyes fluttering open. you stirred on his chest, your face nuzzling into his neck, half-asleep and warm. he reached out with one hand to pick up the phone, his other arm cradling the back of your head. as he moved, he paused.
he felt his hand slide away from you without any resistance. there was no pull, no snap, no invisible force. he moved his arm further, realizing that the magnetic effect had worn out.
“what?!” he barked into the phone.
it was the detective from the previous day. the man's voice was professional but held a hint of amusement.
he informed katsuki that they had finally identified the specific nature of the villain's quirk.
“upon further investigations and quirk research through quick blood samples, we received word back from the lab. the villain confirmed it himself not long after. his quirk allows him to make someone he hits with the magnet physically stuck to the person they desire the most. after the questioning, we were told that the effects should wear off after a day, so the two of you should be good by now.”
katsuki froze, the phone still pressed to his ear. physically stuck to the person they desire the most.
you, who had been now awake and listening, began to snicker against his skin. you looked up at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “you know, katsuki, you didn't really have to take the hit for me after all.” you whispered, “if the quirk works that way, we would have ended up stuck together regardless of who got hit.”
katsuki stared at the ceiling, his face flushing a deep crimson. he slowly hung up the phone and pulled you closer, his grip firm. “whatever,” he muttered, though he couldn't hide the small, satisfied smile on his lips. “just shut up and go back to sleep, brat.”
Fuck, I saw that comment about a reader lactating while Bakugou sucks on them, got me all kinds of turned on.
i assume this ask is in relation to my reblog under this fic!
hellooo, my first anon!!! thank you for the ask!! i wasn’t expecting one ever but i HAD to write my thoughts down for you. we’re in this together. katsuki will always be an ass man to me, but he also knows how to appreciate and love on some TITS!
katsuki loves tits and loves sucking on tits. It’s his favourite pass time (apart from eating pussy). if you’re cuddling, EXPECT him to dip down to suckle at your nipples. during sex, he loves watching them bounce in his face, always managing to catch a nipple between his greedy lips; they will be swollen and sensitive by the time he’s done with you, your breasts littered with his marks.
so now that you’re lactating, constantly complaining of your tits aching and full and heavy, katsuki naturally wants to help. what man would he be if he couldn’t help his girl?
“I got ya, baby,” he’s already kissing down your sternum, leaving faint, wet trails of spit along your skin as he nudges his nose against your tender breasts, inhaling your addictive scent.
you hadn’t pumped today, a mistake that had now left your breasts feeling painfully full. the warmth of his mouth around your nipple brings immediate relief, his large hand moving to cup your breast, kneading as he encourages milk flow. the first sweet spurt of milk against his awaiting tongue has a groan tumbling from his lips, suckling eagerly for more whilst his hand moves to tweak at your other nipple, nub peaked and begging for his attention as you tug at the soft strands of his hair, egging him on with your sweet moans in his ear.
katsuki can’t help but rut his hips up from your saccharine taste, like honey on his tongue as his clothed cock begins to grow and twitch, strained within its confines as he greedily gulps down every burst of milk, pearly white streams spilling down his chin messily. he grinds his hips in a slow, almost torturous rhythm—teasing, leaving your pussy throbbing for his cock.
his eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown and glowing under the thin ray of moonlight peering through the bedroom curtain as he tilts his head up to meet your own haze-filled eyes, parting from your now puffy nipple with a lewd, wet pop as he laps up the spilled milk.
“lemme make you a mommy again.”
i got a bit carried away with this drabble but i had so much fun writing this and i love tit sucker katsuki!! and thank you again for the ask, anon hehe
also, i hated writing mommy because i’m british but writing mummy just did not look good 💔
backing up against him to spoon in the morning. he’s still asleep for the most part, but he opens up to you. his arm folds over you, hand cupping your breast. his leg stretching over yours. you’re his for him to keep there, soft and warm, and you’re not sure he’s even conscious about it as he starts grinding his growing morning wood against your ass
being older by katsuki by a few years (max like 4) (he was your baby brothers best friend from the ages of like 6-8 before you guys moved countries for your parents careers) and then eventually coming back home to live with your new career and meeting him one day (he’s like 26 you’re like 29) (he stops by your work or he helps you in the street while donning the big scary dynamight uniform) and you’re like wtf i know this kid!
“bakugou?”
his name has his head turning towards you, brows furrowed at being addressed by someone he doesn’t know but as soon as he sees you, he’s like !!!!!! he knows you! you were his childhood crush!
“honey?!?” his brows relax then raise at the surprise!
his big arms wrap around you, completely out of character for him but his body just moves before his brain can adjust. you’re lifted off the floor as he picks you up, hugging you tight against him. your own arms wrap around his neck out of instinct as you’re hauled into the air, giggling at the grown man before you. last tine you had seen him was as he was saying goodbye to your brother, teary eyed but desperately trying to hide it behind rough passes off his fist over his eyes. he was so young, so small and now he is so old and so…big
he puts you down and steps back, remembering himself and the busy street around. “what the fuck are you doing here ?” he breathes out, words rushed with excitement.
“i moved back, around a month ago,” you scan the man before you, too big, too tall. “new job, new life all that kinda stuff.”
katsuki huffs a laugh. “more money?” there is a flash of canines as he grins.
you nod, feeling your cheeks heat. “not yet but one day, yeah.”
are you attracted to bakugou katsuki?!!?
there a beat of silence between you two, just taking a moment to eye each other up, something warm blooming between you both.
katsuki cracks first. “you wanna get food or something? i finish in-” he checks his watch. “two hours, you wanna grab lunch?”
a smile breaks across of your face and you have to tamp it down with your teeth. “i work till five but dinner?”
he nods once, lip quirking up into a smile.
“do you- can i..” he brings his phone out, holding out to you. “just so we can-“
a shrill beep cuts him off then a voice is blasting through his watch. “dynamight, there’s been an incident two blocks from your location. are you able to attend?”
the muscles in his jaw clench at the interruption.
“dynamight?” you tease, taking the phone from his gloved fingers. “i thought it was great explosion murder god dynamight?”
“you remember that?” his cheeks pink as he rubs the bare skin of his arms.
WHY ARE THEY SO BIG?!
“how could i forget? you two spent hours coming up with your hero names and then you wouldn’t stop screaming it every time you’d play.” you smile at the memory. it was sweet, wholesome, a childhood moment you know your brother cherishes.
“little katsuki, all grown up.” you hand the phone back, your number saved with a little heart emoji.
“not little anymore.” he smirks, slipping the phone back into a secret pocket in his pants.
you release a shaky breath, chest burning. “got that right.”
he raises a brow. “what’s that look?”
“dynamight, what’s your 20?” the voice from before cuts in again.
“yeah, i’m on the way.” he grunts into the watch’s receiver and is met with a soft “over.”
“no look just, good to see you.” you smile softly as he takes a step back, ready to enter hero mode again.
katsuki hums like the doesn’t believe you.
“i’ll text you when i finish this job, set up a place and time.” he nods towards the street behind him. “you finish at five yeah?”
you nod.
“dynamight, we need-“
“yeah alright, fuck me, i’m on the way.” his reply is barked, brows furrowing again. “five?” the aggression is gone as quickly as it came as he turns to you, all soft smiles and kind eyes.
“five.” you affirm.
dynamight takes a step back, as if he doesn’t want to leave you but also needs to go do his job.
“my little baby kats, a big hero.” the nickname is pulled from your memory as you smirk at him.
katsuki grins, wicked. “take out the little”
you raise a brow. “my baby kats?”
your cheeks blaze. you are NOT flirting with bakugou katsuki right now.
“that sounds so much better.” a flash of teeth has your stomach flipping. “see you at five.”
and then he turns and blasts away.
what the fuck just happened.
a/n: wrote this at work. like on the shop floor between customers. pls ignore the typos ill fix later
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (sub!bakugou; riding; come denial; sex toys; handcuffs; oral - m receiving; handjob; testicle play); bakugou and y/n are dating
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.2K
A/N: lowkey-highkey love sub!bakugou so had a little too much fun with this
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PART ONE
Bakugou watched as you clicked the handcuffs in place, cuffing his wrists together against the headboard of the bed. He groaned as you sank down on his cock, leaning forward and looking down at him in amusement.
“So you’re callin’ the shots now?” Bakugou asked, looking up at you with excitement in his eyes.
“Mhm,” you said, bringing a hand up as your finger softly traced his jawline. “And you’re just going to sit there and take it.”
You grabbed his shoulders and started bouncing up and down on his cock.
“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed, throwing his head back and watching as your tits moved up and down with each of your movements.
The metal from the cuffs scraped against the headboard as you moved and you leaned forward, closing your lips sloppily over his. You were both slightly worn out from earlier and when your movements started to slow slightly, Bakugou decided to take it upon himself to thrust his hips upwards into you.
But you planted your hips downwards, holding back the moans that were about to erupt from your lips after feeling his dick thrust in you. “I told you,” you started, slightly out of breath. “You’re not calling the shots.”
“Yeah? That why you’re slowin’ down?” He asked with a cocky smirk.
“Would you just shut up?” You said in annoyance, lifting yourself up and off of his lap so his dick slid right out of you.
Bakugou watched as you leaned over to your nightstand and opened one of the drawers, grabbing something. He was cursing in his head, his dick so hard and rigid and leaking with precome that it hurt.
You sat back up, holding your sleep eye mask in your hand and holding it over his head. “The fuck are you doin’?” He asked as you slid the mask onto his forehead.
Your lips curled up into a smile. “Oh, nothing,” you sang and slid the mask down to cover his eyes.
Bakugou swallowed in anticipation and he flinched when he started to hear a buzzing sound. He then choked on a gasp when he felt a small vibration along the side of his cock.
You had taken one of your small bullet vibrators and were now gently sliding it along his shaft. “Fuck!” Bakugou cursed. “W-What the hell–?”
“Does it feel good?” You asked, taking in his expression and you could hear how hard he was clenching his teeth, trying not to give you the satisfaction of hearing his moans.
But Bakugou could only try so hard as small whimpers escaped his lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” He grunted, his body writhing slightly from the sensation.
His red mushroom tip was swollen, both from having to come and from orgasming not that long ago. “Does my pretty boy wanna come?” You cooed, dragging the vibrator all along his length, his tip, his balls, and across his slit.
Bakugou’s fists clenched with the handcuffs. “F-Fuck you,” he choked out, throwing his head back.
“Aw, that’s not very nice now is it, baby?” You taunted, your free hand going down and holding his balls, rolling it in your hand.
Bakugou gasped, his mouth falling open. “Y-You tryna fuckin’ k-kill me?” He asked in earnest, his hands shaking.
“Oh, I would never wanna hurt my sweet boy,” you teased. “You must be in a lot of pain, Kats. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it. Plain and simple.”
Bakugou whimpered, his lips trembling when you increased the intensity of the vibrator. But as much as he tried to push against you, not being accustomed to being the non-dominant one in bed, he had to give in to you.
“Let me– come–” He choked out.
“Uh, uh,” you tsked. “You have to be nice, sweetheart. Now ask me again.”
“Just wait till I’m outta– these fuckin’ cuffs–” His threats got stuck in his throat when you gave his balls a squeeze.
“I told you to be nice, Katsuki,” you said more sternly.
Bakugou swallowed, his Adam’s apple going up and down in his throat. “Please– let me come–”
“Not good enough~” You practically sang.
“Baby, I can’t take it anymore,” Bakugou cried, his lips overturning. “I-It fuckin’ hurts–”
“I know, honey,” you said with false sympathy, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Despite your words and your act of affection, you still continued your torturous movements along his cock and balls. “But I wanna hear my baby beg. More.”
Bakugou took a few breaths as beads and beads of precome dribbled out of his tip. “Please, baby. Let me come. I-I won’t say anythin’ else, I’ll be good. Please. I’m gonna fuckin’ bust, please, Y/N.”
You let go of his testicles, reaching up and caressing his face. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside, wrapping your manicured fingers around his dick. When you began to bob your hand up and down, you didn’t spare any niceties, going straight into business and pleasuring him.
“Fuck!” Bakugou cursed, biting his lip.
“Does it feel good?” You asked, your thumb brushing his lips as you continued to fist his cock in your hand.
“S-So good,” he moaned, his hips thrusting upwards into your hand.
“Do you want to come in my mouth?” You asked, noticing he was nearing his orgasm due to being on the verge of coming for a while.
Bakugou nodded his head vigorously. “Yes!”
You smiled triumphantly, releasing your hold around him and ducking your head so your lips wrapped around his cock.
You bobbed your head and Bakugou fucked your mouth, causing you to gag around him. His sloppy movements continued until he came, spurts of come filling your mouth. And you swallowed every last drop.
Once Bakugou finished his orgasm, he collapsed back onto the bed, his head thrown back against the headboard. He panted, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.
You unlatched from his around cock, licking your lips in satisfaction. Reaching forward, you slipped the eye mask off from his face and he squinted as he adjusted to the light again.
“You’re– a fuckin’– asshole–” He sputtered in between breaths as he closed his eyes.
You grinned, leaning forward and giving him a kiss. “Love you, too, Kats.”
“You’re lucky I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” he warned. “‘Cause I woulda fucked you through the bed for pullin’ that shit.”
“Really?” You asked, raising a brow at him. “You seemed to enjoy it though. Especially with the way you were moaning and begging.”
Bakugou’s cheeks burned a pinkish hue as he glared at you. “Just get this shit offa me,” he ordered, yanking at his wrists.
“Ask nicely,” you teased.
“Y/N.”
You laughed, grabbing the key from the nightstand and undoing the cuffs. “It’s just so fun teasing you.”
“Fun for fuckin’ who,” he grumbled, rubbing his wrists that had gotten slightly cut up from the metal cuffs. “You couldn’t’ve gotten the fuzzy shit?”
“Thought these would be more fun,” you said, swinging the handcuffs around one finger before tossing them aside. You got on his lap, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your cheek into his neck. “Did you like it?”
Bakugou held an arm around you. “Mm,” he hummed in confirmation and you smiled. “Almost broke my fuckin’ dick but… yeah… I like it when you tell me what to do.”
handle with care ── .✦ bakugou x reader [3.9k words]
summary ─ you're bakugou's secretary and put him in his place after a press conference gone wrong. bakugou's a pathetic masochist 🤤
katsuki bakugou is one of the highest ranked heroes in all of japan. and honestly, it’s not surprising. he’s got an insane quirk, objectively good looking, he has the determination and guts to do what it takes to get the job done. but even with all that popularity, he seems to be equally as infamous for his uncontrollable temper.
now all of this was well known from the moment he gained that dangerous quirk of his. he was like a ticking time bomb, ready to quite literally explode at any smallest inconvenience or frustration. the sports festival that was now so long ago revealed that temperament to the world clearly, so how he's gotten just as far as he has with that attitude is a mystery to you.
but you weren’t one to back down from a challenge. so the instant you spotted that flyer advertising a spot as the great dynamight’s personal secretary, you submitted an application. could be a nice change of pace, y’know?
and to be completely sincere, despite all his intimidation and explosive temper, you took the job as his secretary because he simply didn’t scare you. everyone else tiptoes around him like he’s a rabid dog waiting to bite, but you don’t tolerate his bullshit. if he yells at you, you yell back. if he throws attitude, you shut it down immediately. your conversations end in nothing more than screaming matches more often than not, but he eventually listens. because no matter how hard he wants to deny it, he knows who holds the authority.
the thing about being bakugou’s secretary is that your job is basically just to clean up after every mess he creates. media outlets constantly criticize his attitude and temper, calling him things like "volatile", "unprofessional", “too aggressive for the public eye”, and anything in between. every interview is a massive risk when you have a cocky hero with such a short fuse running about. you can never trust whether he’ll snap at a reporter or threaten some innocent bystander on live television, so keeping him away from the media—as much as you can with such a popular hero—was best for everyone.
this press conference was to confront that very issue head on, as well as a few other, smaller topics. a number of other heroes and higher ups sat stiffly around the polished wooden table, whispering small words of doubt or little judgments between each other like gossiping middle school girls before the broadcasting began. you sat directly next to bakugou, who was clearly worked up by the situation at hand.
he sat rigidly, shoulders drawn taut, expression twisting on his face nothing short of murderous. each sharp breath he took looked almost forced and frustrated. you tried to get him into some box breathing methods to calm his anger in situations like these, but apparently it never really stuck.
the conference started off actually okay in your mind. bakugou seemed to keep his cool, even when tiny backhanded comments were thrown his way. the conversation flowed between other pressing issues within the hero realm—rankings, patrol rotations, the upcoming hero gala—and katsuki chimed in every now and then with his two cents, no matter how passive aggressive they were. for a fleeting moment, you felt genuinely proud of how composed he’d stayed throughout the meeting, like maybe your tough love and endless reprimand over the years were finally getting through to him.
of course, your relief didn’t last for long; when did it ever around him. some higher up, perhaps a ceo or official of sorts, suddenly switched the topic to focus solely on bakugou. it actually seemed like he was trying to get under his skin, maybe for the cameras or some weird ego thing. whatever it was, it worked. it worked a little too well.
“dynamight, there are actually a few issues i’d like to bring up regarding your…temper, if that's alright,” he pronounced with a smug grin spreading across his lips, eyes now narrowing on bakugou himself. he doesn’t even give katsuki a chance to reply before continuing, “while your results in the field are undeniably impressive, there’s growing concern regarding your conduct during missions.”
bakugou already looks irritated but stays quiet. then he continues, “the public’s trust in heroes depends not only on strength, but restraint.” the room is eerily quiet, so silent you can hear the vibrating hum of the heater in the corner, the click of someone’s pen across the room.
another man joins in, “there have been repeated reports of intimidation toward civilians, aggressive language toward media personnel, and unnecessary destruction during combat situations.” he shifts in his seat, fiddling with a pen between his fingers and clearly not as confident as the first man.
bakugou snaps back, “the civilians are alive, aren’t they?” whispers can be heard around the table. a camera flashes from the wall of reporters lining the room. “my job ain’t keeping people pleased, it’s protecting them.”
the official gives one of those tight-lipped politician smiles. the kind you know is feigned before hearing a word of what he has to say. “and that attitude right there is precisely the problem, dynamight.”
the shift in his behavior comes at that moment exactly. an angered expression bordering on the line of disgust crosses his face faster than you can blink as he clicks his tongue and huffs out some insult under his breath. you watch as he tries to remain calm and utterly fails after about two seconds, slamming a hand against the table and sparks pop at his palms.
“attitude? you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he growls sharply. the flashes of surrounding cameras increase rapidly at bakugou’s sudden anger, almost like they're trying to egg him on.
“dynamight, not now.” you whisper firmly, but to no avail. he’s already practically got steam pouring out of his ears with how quickly he’s escalated things.
another hero begins to chime in, trying to diffuse the situation before it gets out of hand. “bakugou, nobody’s questioning your strength. we’re questioning your professionalism.” they unknowingly just make the situation worse.
“professionalism? you want me to smile pretty for cameras while villains blow shit up?” he fires back instantly, dramatically whipping a hand through the air in emphasis.
the official who started it all chuckles under his breath slightly, like this was all a part of some plan and it’s going perfect. because despite bakugou’s undeniable skills and power, he’s still extremely predictable.
“a top hero should inspire confidence, not fear, wouldn’t you agree?” he hummed with a slight condescending tone. “i mean to be completely frank with you, many people in this industry believe your temperament makes you a liability.” he pauses for a brief moment, clicking a pen as reporters murmur in the background. “perhaps if you spent less time shouting and more time behaving like an adult, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”
that’s what finally makes him snap. his chair scrapes against the floor as he pushes himself up, sparks flying from his palms. it happens so abruptly half the people in the room flinch when he stands, bracing for impact.
“say that shit again.” room immediately goes dead silent.
the official tries to maintain authority, saying, “this behavior is exactly what i mean—”
bakugou absolutely loses it. “you wanna talk about behavior?” he leans forward over the table like he’s seconds away from climbing across it. “you people sit behind polished desks acting like you know a damn thing about working in the field.” he snarls. “you read reports and watch edited footage and suddenly think you can tell me how to do my job?”
“dynamight—” somebody tries cautiously.
“don’t fucking interupt me now.” his palms crackle again, tiny sparks snapping in the air. “you wanna call me aggressive? fine. bein’ aggressive is what gets people out alive and ends shit before more people get hurt.”
cameras flash all around you, another murmur can be heard from the reporters. the official straightens in his chair. “threatening behavior isn’t helping your case.”
bakugou laughs harshly. “threatening? if i was threatening you, trust me, you’d know. all you extras care about is public image,” he continues bitterly, glaring around the table now. “you care more about whether i smile at cameras than whether the damn job gets done.”
“that’s enough,” another higher up cuts in firmly.
“yeah? then stop running your mouths.”
the first official exhales through his nose, visibly irritated now. “this is exactly why people struggle to trust you.”
bakugou slams both hands against the table hard enough to rattle the microphones. “i don’t need trust from bastards who’ve never stepped foot into real danger!” silence falls heavy over the room. he shoves his chair back violently and storms out before anyone can stop him. reporters immediately erupt into noise, camera flashes going insane as people start talking over one another.
you close your eyes for one painful second before forcing yourself up from your seat. “apologies,” you say tightly, already exhausted. “we’ll be ending things here.” someone calls your name as you hurry after him, but you ignore it completely, pacing down the hallway toward the sound of another door violently slamming shut. you follow as quickly as you can and enter the office without another word.
“what the fuck was that?” the office door slams behind you as bakugou storms further inside, ripping off his tie before throwing it across the room. “are you trying to get yourself suspended?”
he turns immediately, already furious. “oh, don’t start.”
“don’t start?” you repeat incredulously. “you just screamed at a public safety official in front of a room full of cameras!”
“because he was talking bullshit!”
“and now every headline tomorrow is gonna be about your temper again!”
“i don’t give a shit about headlines!”
“well your agency does!” you snap, stepping closer. “i do! because guess who has to clean up every mess you make?”
he scoffs. “then quit.”
your jaw tightens. “god, you’re unbelievable.”
“you think i’m just supposed to sit there while they call me a liability?”
“i think you’re supposed to act like a professional for ten fucking minutes!”
his expression hardens instantly. “you sound just like them.”
“maybe because they’re right!” he falls to silence, heavy and sharp. you keep going anyway. “every time somebody says something you don’t like, you throw a fucking tantrum and everyone else has to deal with it.”
bakugou steps closer until you’re forced back against the edge of his desk. “you’re really starting to piss me off.”
“good.” you shove a finger against his chest. “maybe somebody should instead of kissing your ass all the time.” his jaw clenches hard. “you act like such a fucking brat.”
“say that again.”
“you heard me.”
his hand suddenly grabs your wrist. “careful.” and before you can think better of it, you slap him hard across the face.
the sound echoes through the office. both of you freeze. your own breathing stops for a second as bakugou’s head turns slightly from the impact. the red mark spreading across his cheek makes your stomach immediately drop.
oh fuck.
his grip on your wrist loosens instantly. you yank your hand back like you’d burned it on a stove or something. “shit—katsuki, i—”
he says absolutely nothing, which honestly feels ten times worse than if he were to yell; for once you found yourself praying for that same anger.
your panic spikes immediately. “fuck, i didn’t mean to actually—i just—you grabbed me and i—” you drag both hands over your face aggressively. “jesus christ.”
bakugou still hasn’t moved. he’s just staring at you with this unreadable expression that makes you even more nervous. “look, i’m sorry, okay?” you ramble quickly. “that was too far. i know that was too far.” you’re met with nothing but silence. “please just say something.” his jaw shifts slightly.
then your eyes drop and immediately narrow. there’s a very obvious bulge pressing against the front of his slacks.
you blink once, staring without even realising it. your brain genuinely fails to process it for a solid second because there is no fucking way you’re seeing this correctly. your eyes slowly lift back up to his face. bakugou looks murderous and absolutely embarrassed. the tips of his ears are bright red now, chest rising heavier than before, teeth clenched so tight it looks painful.
“…oh my god,” you breathe out in disbelief.
“don’t.” he warns instantly.
your expression twists into something between surprise and amusement. “you masochistic asshole.”
“shut the fuck up, y/n.”
you actually laugh once out of pure shock, staring at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “i slap you and you get a boner? what kind of fucking issues do you have?”
“i said shut the fuck up.” his voice comes out rougher this time.
you smirk meanly. “aw, is somebody embarrassed?”
“keep talking and see what happens.”
“what, you gonna get harder?” that’s what finally does it.
bakugou grabs your jaw roughly and crashes his mouth against yours before you can say another word. it’s all teeth and frustration and way too much force, like he’s trying to shut you up through pure aggression alone. your back slams against the desk hard enough to shake it slightly. you kiss him back just as violently.
his hand tangles into your hair instantly, gripping tight while your mouths clash messily. every breath is hot and angry, lingering adrenaline and unresolved tension from the conferance finally boiling over into something worse…or maybe better. you can practically feel how irritated he is about wanting this, which is exactly the reason you grin against his mouth.
in a sort of experiment, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug hard. bakugou actually groans. not even subtle either. the sound punches straight out of his chest before he can stop it, hips jerking forward against yours automatically. his fingers dig into your waist. “fuck—” the entire balance of power shifts the second you notice that tiny loss of composure.
your eyes narrow slightly against his mouth, almost amused now, while bakugou immediately looks pissed that he made that sound at all. his grip tightens hard enough to bruise as if he can physically force himself back into control through sheer aggression. “don’t look at me like that,” he growls.
“like what?” you ask innocently, though the smugness bleeding through your voice ruins the act completely. his jaw clenches.
bakugou kisses you again before you can keep talking. one hand slides up to your throat—not squeezing, just holding—while the other stays locked tight on your waist. it’s possessive, controlling even. a kiss that feels more like he’s trying to overpower you than anything romantic.
naturally, you kiss him back harder. your fingers stay buried in his hair the entire time, nails lightly scraping against his scalp just to feel the way his breathing immediately changes. every tiny reaction only encourages you more. he notices—of course he notices.
his eyes crack open briefly to glare at you through the mess of blond lashes. “you’re enjoying this too much.”
“you’re the one whining.”
“i wasn’t whining.”
you pull sharply again. bakugou’s forehead drops against yours for half a second with a strangled curse under his breath. “fuck you.”
you laugh softly, breath fanning across his mouth. “aw, there he is.”
the look he gives you after that is genuinely unfair, completely wrecked in a way you’ve never seen from him before. within seconds, his hands are on you again, shoving you backwards another step until the backs of your thighs press firmly against the edge of the desk. you barely get the chance to register it before he’s crowding into your space completely, caging you there with his body.
he kisses you again hard enough to steal the breath straight from your lungs. it’s messy and rough in the best ways possible. his grip slides from your waist to your jaw, thumb pressing harshly against your cheek while he angles your head back how he wants, like he’s trying to control the entire thing. you refuse to let him.
your fingers slip back into his hair again, nails scraping lightly against his scalp before tugging hard and forcing his head back just barely. bakugou’s entire body reacts instantly. a rough sound tears from his throat as his hips jerk forward against yours again, pinning you harder against the desk edge. his hand tightens sharply at your waist. you grin against his mouth immediately.
“oh, you really like that, huh?” you tease, voice mocking and breathless.
“shut—up.” his words break apart with a small, stifled moan when you pull again. this time his eyes actually squeeze shut for a second, face flushed as he bites down helplessly on his bottom lip. the sight goes straight to your head.
“holy shit,” you laugh breathlessly. “you’re fucking pathetic.”
bakugou responds by grabbing underneath your thighs suddenly and hauling you up onto the desk in one rough movement. papers scatter somewhere beside you from the force of it. you barely have time to react before he steps between your legs, forcing them apart with his hips while glaring down at you like he’s pissed off about how affected he is. it honestly just makes this whole thing better.
“wipe that smug look off your face,” he growls.
you tilt your head innocently. “or what?”
his jaw clenches. you can practically see the internal war happening behind his eyes—pride versus desire versus the unbearable fact that you now know exactly how to get under his skin.
he leans back in, swollen lips this time quickly finding your neck. his teeth sink slowly into your skin as his sucks, large hands splayed across your back and pressing you as tight as possible to his warmth. his hips rock absentmindedly against yours, tongue flattening against the bite with a low whimper. trailing upwards, his lips shift to your jaw, littering a few, wet kisses against your warm skin until he finally comes back to your mouth.
you can still feel his erection pressing hot and heavy into you as he continuously grinds his hips forward almost without thinking. bakugou’s breathing hitches just barely when you trail one hand teasingly to rest over his throat, pressing your fingers down just enough to elicit a reaction.
he only kisses you harder at that, tongue shoving itself down your throat in a sloppy attempt to gain control. one hand snakes to grip the back of your neck while the other stays spread across your lower back, the warmth from his palms spreading languidly throughout your body.
your hand slides back into his hair slowly this time, fingers curling near the nape of his neck before snapping back just enough to make his breathing catch. bakugou immediately grabs your wrist, not to stop you, but rather to hold it there. “quit fucking doin’ that,” he says lowly, voice rough.
your smile turns wicked. “say please.”
the words catch him completely off guard, eyes widening incrementally. he growls in frustration, biting into his lower lip and refusing to give into your antics.
the hand around your wrist keeps your fingers trapped in his hair while he crowds closer between your legs, still trying to prove he has the power here. your only goal is to prove he doesn’t. you quickly wrap your legs around his hips and lock him in place, trailing one hand to forcefully tilt his jaw just slightly downward, towards you. you tighten your leg’s grip on him as much as you can go, leaving absolutely no space between your bodies.
his reaction is immediate. a rough breath punches from his chest, eyes squeezing shut. his grip tightens sharply around your waist, fingertips digging into the fabric of your clothes. you feel him hesitate for half a second, crimson eyes staring through eyebrows drawn taut into an almost pathetic look. his cheeks are entirely flushed now, a small bead of sweat slipping down his temple.
“don’t get cocky on me, dynamight.” you growl, tugging his face closer to yours with a bruising grip.
he lets out the most pathetic sound at that, hips stuttering into yours as his forehead drops to your shoulder. “s-shit—” he whimpers pitifully into your shirt, breath ragged as his entire body practically gives out. tiny strings of breathless whimpers and broken moans push past his lips as he rocks his hips forward with a declining speed, scarred hand spread over your lower back and keeping you flush against him. small sparks sizzle at his palms as he nuzzles his face further into your neck.
you glance down only to see a darkened splotch forming over the crotch of his dress pants. and despite how badly you want to deny it—you don’t think you’ve been more attracted to a man than you are at this moment.
“...did you just…” you giggle barely with the words, brain still processing what in the world just happened. bakugou still hasn’t lifted his head from your shoulder, fingertips digging into your sides.
suddenly, there's a knock on the door.
“d-dyanmight…? is everything…alright in there? the official didn’t mean to offend you—if you could just come finish the meeting—”
“f-fuck off!” he roars, voice still trembling as he comes down from his high.
“sir, this is an important meeting, could you please—”
“what part of ‘fuck off’ do you not get?!” katsuki is quick to cut him off again, sparks crackling at his palms and heating your skin just barely. “i’ll blow the entire fucking office to bits if you don’t leave me the hell alone! fucking extras…” the words trail off quickly, energy already spent.
he’s still breathless when the man finally complies and leaves you alone, footsteps dissipating as he ventures back to what you can only assume is the conference room. bakugou presses his face into the crook of your neck, as if trying to hide from the overwhelming embarrassment of the entire situation. after planting a small, shaky kiss to your skin, he takes one deep, slightly unsteady breath and finally lifts his head once again to meet your gaze.
the look on his face is one you don’t think you’ll ever manage to forget in your entire lifetime. a few spiked strands of hair are plastered to his forehead with sweat, the rest of his hair a ruffly mess atop his head. his pupils are blown so wide you can hardly see those burning red iris surrounding them, eyelids heavy and long lashes drooping over his glassy gaze just barely. flushed cheeks strike a stark contrast between the blond eyebrows curving pathetically just above his eyes. his lips are reddened and glossy with spit.
this was a side to him you’d never even dreamed of seeing.
without a word, you carefully snake your hand from his hair to cup the side of his face, sympathetically tracing a thumb over his heated cheek. he doesn’t dare to fight back now and instead just leans fully into your touch, gaze staying locked on your own. he takes one last shaky breath before finally speaking again.
“mention this to another soul…and you’re fucking fired…” he mutters, though theres no real bite to the empty threat. if anything, the overwhelming affection pooling within those striking eyes are only making him sound more insincere about ever letting you leave his side again.
“i won’t baby,” you coo softly, just a slightest teasing hint lacing your sweet tone as you tilt your head incrementally.
he groans quietly at the pet name and drops his head to your shoulder yet again, grumbling, “can’t fucking believe this…”
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𓂃 ོ☼𓂃THE FIJI HUMIDITY hits you all at once and your skin is already slightly sticky from the hot air. You had entered the villa a few days ago during a challenge, and since then you have been getting to know the islanders.
That was the name of the game, isn't it?
To form connections, and choose the strongest one.
Over the course of your time in the villa, you and Katsuki has been practically eyeing each other since the moment you entered. He was so eye-drawing, how could you not?
You pulled him for chats here and there, he made you feel good, feel seen. He made you laugh, he made you smile. The tension between you two was so thick in the air that anyone and everyone could see it. Everyone but either of you.
Now, you were in the makeup room with all the other girls doing your makeup for the day.
"Sooo y/n, who do you wanna pull first?" Uraraka had turned to you, a playful smile growing on her face. Your face slightly flushed, there wasn't really a set plan in your head, you really were just kind of going with the flow.
"Uh, I'm actually not sure yet," you laughed, glancing at your reflection in the mirror, "I think I'll just pull random people throughout the day, see how it goes." you puffed your bottom lip slightly, your fingers rubbing the primer into your skin.
"Honestly, that sounds like the best way to start," she shrugged while she continued on with her own makeup routine, "never know what connections might form, y'know?"
You hummed in agreement, the corners of your lips curling into a small smile. Your hands fumbled in your makeup bag, pulling out a tube of foundation and concealer.
"Wait, so like who do you think is the most attractive?" Mina chirped in, a big smile growing on her face, her eyes glinting up as she chuckled to herself.
Your face flushed briefly, "Most attractive? I mean they're all attractive in their own ways." you replied as you blended in your concealer, "but like I mean maybe Katsuki? He kinda fits my type a bit more."
A wave of ooh's and hums echoed throughout the makeup room, you shook your hands as they shrieked and giggled. "I can totally see him being your type!" Momo pressed her hands together.
"Really? I didn't think it was that obvious." you laughed.
"Girl, is the sky blue? It's sooo obvious." Mina replied sarcastically.
You could admit, maybe your eyes lingered on him for a bit longer. But you didn't think it was that obvious. To be fair, he was one of the two you guys you consistently pulled for chats.
The makeup room was now filled with chatter about plans for the day, but shortly died down as the guys came in with breakfast in their hands and placing them in front of their corresponding couple.
Your head perked up as a particular ash blonde walked into the room looking directly at you. A small smile on his lips as he carried the plate to your area, placing it in front of you.
"Wanted to be the first one to give you breakfast," he spoke lowly as you smiled, opting to hug him instead of a kiss despite how badly you wanted to.
"You're so sweet, Katsuki. Thank you." you thanked him, pulling away from the hug. His cheeks were slightly tinted with a rosy pink.
"You're welcome," he hummed, trying not to let the color rise in his face. "keep doin' yer makeup, wanna see that pretty face soon." he murmured low enough in your ear to where only you could hear him.
You hummed in response, watching as he left the makeup room. Your smile growing rapidly as the girls gawked and giggled. You grabbed your setting spray, lifting the cap and misting it all over your face.
You hopped out of the barstool, walking over to your suitcase and grabbing a yellow gingham bikini top with matching shorts, and chunky sandals Once dressed, you grabbed your brush and ran it through your hair before placing it up in a claw clip.
"So dolled up for just a few chats huh?" Mina teased, adjusting the top to her own swimwear.
"Gotta make a good first impression." you smiled as you grabbed your water bottle and breakfast, walking downstairs to the villa. You walked over to the kitchen island where everyone was congregating.
"First morning in the villa, whaddya think?" Kirishima turned to you as you took a bite of your breakfast. Quickly swallowing, you smile.
"It's nice here, look forward to getting to know everyone." you replied, adjusting the strap to your bathing suit. You glanced over to Katsuki, who is already staring in your direction but turns away the moment you look at him.
"Yeah? Well I'm sure anyone here would be excited to get to know you more." Denki butted in, receiving a big glare from Katsuki from across the kitchen and immediately turning back to whatever he was doing before.
The dynamic of the villa was very welcoming, everyone seemed genuinely interested in getting to know more about you. You'd think that everyone would be hesitant considering the circumstances, but it was quite the opposite. The girls were so sweet and the guys knew how to make you laugh.
You finished up your breakfast, placing your plate into the sink. Cracking your knuckles and mentally hyping yourself up, you finally walk up to Katsuki, a warm smile on your face.
"Hey, can I pull you for a chat?" you asked, he immediately perked up in his seat.
"Me? Yeah. Yeah, let's go." he practically jumped at the opportunity, taking your hand in his and walking over to the daybed. He settled on the opposite side of you, a pillow in his lap where his hands rested. You tucked your hair behind your ear, turning your head towards him.
"So, I'm the first one you pull today? Lucky me." he chuckled while propping his head up on his right hand, his crimson eyes boring into yours.
"Had to start the day off with a bang." you laughed, trying to retain the smile growing on your face by biting your lip but ultimately failing.
"Yeah? Wanna get to know you better too." he leaned back, his eyes softening with each second he looked at you. He just knew how to flatter you without even trying.
“What do you wanna know?” you leaned in, your eyes meeting up with his own.
“Anythin’, just wanna hear you talk a bit more.” He smiled lazily, running his fingers through his hair briefly.
“Well, I mean I like painting and baking.” you responded sweetly, his smile just making you slightly giddy.
“Painting? You any good at it?”
“I dabble in it, not sure I’m the best at it though.” you snorted as you looked out towards the villa, the slight breeze wafting on your face; Your hair moving along with the wind.
“I bet you’re great at it, you gonna paint me anything anytime soon?”
“Hmm, I dunno. Maybe.” you let out a laugh before taking a sip from your water bottle. “What about you?
“Ehh, I’m boring. Just be workin’ and shit.” he shrugged, his free hand reaching to the back of his neck. His eyes were focused on the villa in front of you two. His body slowly relaxing into the daybed.
"That's not boring, love a man who works." you tilted your head to get a better look at his already gorgeous face. It was genuinely so disgusting to have a man so beautiful in your presence. "Where are you from?"
"Japan, but I've been livin' here for a couple years." he sighed,
God damn it, and he's foreign? You just can't stop winning!
You might of well had just gotten married right then and there, can this man genuinely be anymore attractive?
"You're from Japan?" you raised your eyebrows, trying to play off the fact you could literally jump this man's bones. "I've always wanted to go there, it seems nice."
"Yeah, born and raised." he turned his gaze back to you, "you'd probably like it."
You smiled, subconsciously scooting closer to him. "Can you teach me something in Japanese?"
"Like what?" he tsked, sprawling further out onto the cushion.
"I dunno, something cute." you shrugged,
He pondered for a minute, his lips pursing for a moment before he parted them again. "とてもおきれいですね。" his lips curled into a toothy smile, his hand now resting on your leg and rubbing small shapes onto your skin.
"What does that mean?"
"You are very pretty." his eyes glistened as he looked up at you. A rosy tint grew on your face as you threw a pillow at him.
"You're too good at this," you rolled your eyes playfully, "Gotta give the other boys a fair chance."
He leaned back, a childish pout that quickly turned into a small grin. "S'not my fault i'm so charming." he pulled himself up, his height practically looming over you now. "Can I at least get a hug before you ditch me?"
"Pfft, I'm not ditching you, I still have to give the other guys a fair chance." you snorted before you pulled him in for a quick hug.
"Feels like it." he sighed into your shoulder before pulling away, you leaned up and booped him on the nose jokingly before walking away.
You smiled to yourself as you walked away, adjusting the microphone hanging on your collarbone. Struggling to compose yourself as you're practically bubbling with energy as you walk over to main lounge where most of the girls were seated.
The conversations were so easy, they just flowed so naturally. He always knew what to say, he knew when to listen. Very few guys made you feel this way.
"So? How'd your chat go? Spill!" Mina jumped up once she saw you approaching, her eyes beaming with excitement.
You plopped onto the couch besides her and Ochako. "It went good, like the conversation just was really easy," you paused, adjusting your hair slightly. "He's really sweet."
"Sweet and Bakugo in the same sentence? Pfft, what'd you do to him?" she snorted, pulling her sunglasses over her eyes.
"That's kinda hard to believe." Jirou she raised an eyebrow, leaning over in the slightest to where the boys were working out.
'"Guys, you have to give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he's genuinely sweet." Uraraka chirped in with a compassionate tone. You wished people got the same side of him that you just saw. Despite all his rough edges, he still had a softness buried beneath.
You just smiled sweetly, confused from all the thoughts running wild in your head.
You're in your confessional with your head in your hands. "I don't know what to do.. I really like him but like It's so early and he was legit my first chat." you groaned, throwing your head back. "This shit is so fucking confusing."
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The rest of the afternoon went well, your chats with the other islanders went well and you felt like you were in a more comfortable position in the villa. Though during every chat you had, Katsuki kept lingering in the back of your mind regardless on how hard you tried to fight it.
Now, you were sat in the makeup room, getting ready for the evening events. You changed into a brown polkadot dress and kitten heels, adjusting the fabric so it would fit in all the right places.
It was like subconsciously you wanted to look good for him.
All your actions were for him, it was getting ridiculous.
The girls finished getting ready and were now walking downstairs, the guys showering compliments as each girl stepped down the staircase.
Waiting by the end of the stairs stood Katsuki, watching patiently as you walked down with an open hand. "You look great." he complimented, his eyes lingered over your dress with his hand in yours.
"Thank you, you look handsome yourself." you smiled, walking towards the center of the villa where everyone was gathered around the table. He watched carefully as you spoke with the other islanders, a drink in your hand.
He leaned down next to your ear, "Wanna go to the dock?" he whispered quietly in your ear which was low enough for only you to hear.
"Dock? Yeah, we can go." you nodded as you stood up, walking with him over to the dock. He sat down next to you, his back facing the moon and the dark water.
“How were your other chats today?” he asked, his eyes glinting up to yours a few times.
"They went good, how were yours?" you leaned into him slightly, your body relaxing onto his. This felt comforting, safe, reassuring. He didn't push, he just listened.
"Ehh, just kept finding reasons why I wanted to talk to you more." he chuckled, his hand now resting on your hip, his thumb caressing small shapes onto the fabric of your dress.
You stood up, straightening your back as you pushed a few strands of his crazy hair out of his face. "I really like you, Katsuki."
"What?" he raised an eyebrow, shaking his head as if he was trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He sure as hell felt like was.
"I really like you." you repeated, his eyes widening once the words finally hit him. "I like this. I like what we have." your fingers caressed over his callused palm, rubbing shapes onto his scarred, rough, skin.
He stayed quiet, just listening carefully. His gaze switching from your eyes to your plump lips. He just admired you quietly and the silence alone was eating you alive.
He inhaled before pursing his lips, leaning his head back as his arm rested on the dock behind you. He finally locked eyes with you once more, "Can I kiss you?"
And before the words can even finish leaving his mouth, you're pulling his mouth onto yours, your lips crashing onto each others. It was slow, and less rushed. Unlike the few other kisses you have shared during challenges.
No, this one was different. It was like all the tension between you two had snapped, and this was the aftermath.
His mouth burned into yours, his hand now loosely resting on your waist. You hummed contently, knowing you could savor this moment till forever.
Your lips moved passionately against each other. Your hand sliding up his neck and entangling your fingers into his hair. His hand rested on the small of your back, softly caressing your hips.
You both slowly pulled away from each other, a toothy grin growing on his flushed face. "I could do that a hundred times and never get sick of it." he grinned.
You smiled before pressing one more small peck to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and brushing the hair out of his face. The two of you converse for a little longer before you finally get up.
You two are now walking back from the dock, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The other islanders being too engrossed in their own conversations to notice the glow on both of your faces.
You both part ways, fixing the bottom of your dress as you walk to the kitchen where most islanders were gathered. "You look happy." Mina clocked the faint smile on your face.
"Do I actually?" your grin expands slightly as you start leaning against the countertop.
"You're practically glowing." Uraraka chirped in, taking a bite of her apple that was in her hand.
"Oh my god, you are!" Mina shrieked, grabbing both yours and Uraraka's hands to a more secluded part of the villa. "Wait, cause I need to hear all about this."
You three sat down on the cushion with you in the middle as they looked at you contently. "So? What's got you smiling so hard? Mina leaned in.
"We kissed." you blurted out, covering your face with the closest pillow in your reach.
"You did not!"
"With who?! Wait when?!" Uraraka looked at you stunned.
"Katsuki, on the dock." you peeked from the pillow as they both shrieked in excitement. Mina practically jumping out of her seat.
"Stopp, was it good at least?" her hand clamped onto her mouth.
"It was amazing, like the chemistry was there." you pressed your hands to your forehead, the corners of your lips curling upwards. "It's so weird cause I really like him but it's like I just got here." you groaned.
"No like I get it, you just got here so obviously you wanna explore." Uraraka shook her head in agreement with Mina.
"Yeah, it's still early on so I don't blame you." Uraraka chimed in.
"The spark is there, I'm just so bad at these things and I don't wanna mess it up.." you sighed, groaning into the pillow in your hands.
'I'm sure you'll be fine, he clearly likes you for you." Their reassurance definitely comforted you, but you still felt like you were in over your head.
It was so refreshing to have someone so genuine like him. He made you feel good, he listened to every little word you said, he was perfect.
And that's what scared you.
He was too perfect for you.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
The high from your moment at the dock has now faded. And your mind is just exhausted from all the traffic that is happening in your head.
You sit upstairs in the makeup room, wiping off your makeup and getting ready for bed. You rubbed your eyelids tiredly, ready to just decompress from today's events.
You changed out of your evening clothes and into your pajamas. You stand up to go to the bathroom and wash your face as if that would cleanse you of all the doubts that are practically eating you from the inside out.
You stare at yourself in the mirror with your toothbrush in hand, mindlessly brushing your teeth, it was embarrassing how just the smallest things were getting to you. Yet just thinking about him could get you so giddy.
Eventually you just brush it off in hopes tomorrow you’d feel better. You ran your fingers through your hair as you walked to the communal bedroom, noticing that Katsuki was already in his bed alone. And he instantly noticed you too and patted the empty spot beside him.
You smiled and crawled next to him, your head resting on his chest as his arm slid to your back. “You’re always s’warm. I’m jealous.” you murmured into his chest, his heartbeat now beating faster as you spoke.
“Yeah? S’fine, i’ll just keep you warm.” he replied as he pressed a small peck to the top of your head.
Clearly you were being greedy cause that wasn’t enough for you. You picked your head up and placed several gentle kisses. Giggling to yourself as you got up from his bed and walking to your own across the room.
This was going to be a good summer.
— 𝒥uno’s note : gaah it's here!! this legit took me SO LONG for NO REASON? lowkey just because im a major procrastinator lmaoo. I genuinely had to go back and rewatch parts of s6 to get inspiration on how the villa life is, and simultaneously catching up with s8 lolll. Reblogs and likes are appreciated!!
i do think you’d get pregnant really quickly with bakugou because he’s such a sleepy morning sex enjoyer… all warm and heavy behind you, face tucked into your neck, voice rough with sleep, just loving on you a little…
Katsuki likes to suck on your nipple while sleeping….
Katsuki is restless, frantic energy while he's awake, but the second he drifts off, he turns into something entirely different. He has this subconscious need to be tethered to you, his hand sliding under your shirt and gripping your breast with a possessive, heavy weight before he’s even fully under.
He doesn't do it with any kind of finesse; he just finds the weight of your skin and pulls you close until your nipple is pressed against his lips. It’s almost instinctual, the way he starts suckling on you while he’s still half-asleep. His tongue is warm and his mouth is hot, his rhythm slow and rhythmic as he pulls, his hand kneading the soft flesh of your breast with a firm, steady grip that tells you exactly who you belong to.
"Katsuki," you murmur, your voice breathless as his mouth creates a sharp, delicious tension.
He doesn't wake up, but he lets out a low, content huff against your skin, his grip tightening as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. He just keeps suckling, his teeth grazing over your swollen, sensitive nipple until it’s throbbing, his breath fanning hot over your chest. He’s completely out, but he’s still claiming you, his mouth working on you with a quiet, persistent hunger that makes your entire body ache and your pussy clench and begin to twitch in anticipation. He’s never more dangerous than when he’s sleeping, holding you hostage with his mouth until you’re too stretched out and needy to do anything but stay right there with him.
I was hoping to request some angry smut for Bakugo and y/n? Like they were fighting or arguing and it ends or leads to angry smut where they are nearly fighting each other while they are at it HAHA
Love your work please never stop! 🫶
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (angry sex; fingering; p in v; rough sex; mating press and doggystyle; unprotected sex); arguing; kind of angst?; jealous bakugou; possessiveness; y/n and bakugou are dating here
⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.7K
A/N: had to bring back jealous bakugou for this and i loved writing every second of this. also the second ask came in earlier after i already planned on doing jealous sex lol so perfect timing
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“You’re being ridiculous,” you said, unlocking your front door and entering your shared apartment with your boyfriend.
Bakugou slammed the door shut behind you both. “I don’t wanna hear that from you.”
You tossed your bag onto the couch, spinning around to face him. “Why do you think every damn man in the world who interacts with me is flirting with me?”
“‘Cause they are,” Bakugou said bluntly, kicking his shoes off.
You rolled your eyes. “Just ‘cause you’re attracted to me doesn’t mean everyone else is. Some people just happen to exist near me.”
“Yeah? Well that fucker was flirting with you,” Bakugou huffed, unclasping his watch and sliding his rings off before setting them down on the kitchen counter.
“He’s a new teacher at the school and I was just training him.”
“Yeah, ‘training.’ Is that why he was so fuckin’ close to you?” Bakugou retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“He was just looking over my shoulder at my desk!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation.
“You don’t get that fuckin’ close to somebody ‘less you got feelings for ‘em.”
“In what world does that happen?”
“This fuckin’ one!” Bakugou exclaimed, getting more and more frustrated with you as his brows furrowed so much a vein was popping out in his forehead.
But he wasn’t the only frustrated one and you simply rolled your eyes, turning around and walking towards your bedroom. “I’m over this.”
“Nah,” Bakugou said, storming after you. “You don’t get to walk away from me. Not for this shit.”
“Watch me.”
Before you could slip into the bathroom and lock the door on him, which was your initial plan, Bakugou grabbed hold of your wrist, stopping you.
You whipped your head to look at him, eyes widened and enraged. “You don’t get to be possessive, Katsuki. Not for stupid shit like this. I’m not going to listen to you.”
You stared back at him, clenching your jaw. “So what? I’m supposed to stay away from him now? Just ‘cause you’re delusional?”
“I’m not fuckin’ delusional.”
You shook off his grip around your wrist. “Yes you are!”
“You need to stop bein’ so fuckin’ nice to everybody, Y/N,” Bakugou said, pointing a finger at you and taking a step closer and you took one backwards, your back meeting the wall. “Not everybody has good intentions.”
You rolled your eyes. “What, so that’s why you’re an asshole all the time?” Bakugou didn’t even respond, his eye twitching giving away how he was feeling.
You pressed your palms against his chest, attempting to push him away. “You’re pissing me off, Katsuki. Get away from me.”
But he didn’t budge. “No.”
It was no use. The more you pushed the more rigid his body became and to be fair, he was all muscle; there was no way you’d ever beat him in this.
You slammed your hands against his chest in frustration, looking up at him. “You’re so fucking annoying!”
Bakugou just stared back at you as you glared up at him and it was like a switch flipped in both of your heads at the same time. It didn't take long for you to reach out to each other, your lips practically smashing against his.
Bakugou pushed you up against the wall, his hands aggressively pulling down your pants and panties in one swift motion. You grabbed the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and tossing it aside.
He spun you around, two fingers angrily rubbing against your clit, causing you to gasp. He wrapped his arm around your chest, keeping you in place against his chest, your fingers gripping his arm.
“Always testin’ my fuckin’ patience,” Bakugou gritted out through clenched teeth, his fingers sinking into your pussy as he rapidly moved his fingers.
“Y-You’re the one testing mine,” you choked out stubbornly, gasping at the speed he was fingering you. Usually Bakugou liked to take his time with you and draw out your climax as excruciatingly long as he possibly could.
But he was pissed.
“Already this fuckin’ wet,” he cooed in your ear, the squelching of your pussy against his fingers echoing in the bedroom. “Had the nerve to pick a fight with me with this wet ass pussy.”
“S-Shut up,” you sputtered, squeezing your eyes shut as his palm ground down against your clit. Your toes curled against the hardwood floor and despite how frustrated you were and wanting to hold out longer, Bakugou was making it his mission to make you come quick.
And come quick you did.
You clenched your thighs around his hand, knees shaking as your orgasm washed over your body, suppressing your whimpers to the best of your ability.
Before your body could even recover from your orgasm, Bakugou pulled his fingers out, turning you around and pushing you back onto the bed. You looked up at him in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt and took his pants and boxers off. You proceeded to do the same with your shirt, unbuttoning it as quick as you could and tossing it aside along with your bra. The two of you did this in silence, practically glaring at each other as the tension only increased in the room.
Bakugou grabbed you by the hips, maneuvering you so you were in the center of the bed and he nestled his body in between your legs, his dick pressing against your slick folds.
He bent down and kissed you, his lips aggressively moving against yours and you kept up with him, refusing to let him dominate you. You gasped into his mouth when he shoved his cock inside you without warning, his thick shaft stretching you out.
Bakugou smirked. “What, you’re not gonna say shit now?”
You glared at him, hands pressed against his chest. Before you could bite out a threat, Bakugou started moving his hips, his cock ramming in and out of you.
He pushed your knees so close to your body that they practically touched your shoulders and he hovered slightly while he thrusted.
“Fuck!” You cursed, your hands gripping his arms that kept your legs in place.
“Where’d all that fire go, princess?” He asked in between your whimpers. “Thought I was pissing you off.”
You bit your lip, attempting to curse him out but the sensation of the speed of his cock going in and out was too much for your brain to process. “K-Kats-uki–” You moaned.
Bakugou’s face broke out into a shit-eating grin, satisfied now that you were moaning his name. “Should record you like this,” he said in between his pants, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. “You under me, cryin’ my name out. Should sent it to that fucker from school.”
“Y-You’re insane–” You managed to choke out, screwing your eyes shut as the pleasure of his cockhead kissing your sweet spot repeatedly became too much.
Bakugou stopped his movements, his cock still rammed all the way inside you. He dipped his head down so his face was inches from you. “You’re fuckin’ mine, got it?”
You clenched your teeth. As much as his possessiveness and jealousy frustrated you at times, you couldn’t help how your clit throbbed just hearing him. “Just s-shut up– and fuck me–”
Before you could finish your sentence, Bakugou pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and flipping you over so you were flat on your stomach. Then he took you by the hips, propping your ass up and then slid his dick back inside you hard enough to make your toes curl.
“Shit!” You said with a gasp, arching your back.
He brought a hand down and slapped your ass. “You don’t get to call the shots,” he hissed, grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back as he continued to fuck you, his hips snapping back and forth. “Not when you’re under me takin’ my dick like a good fuckin’ girl.”
You could barely breathe with your face squished against the pillows, gasping for air from the intensity of his cock. Any time Bakugou thought you were getting too quiet, he’d slap your ass, earning him a yelp and a whimper from you as your walls began to tighten and clench around his dick.
It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit you, tears stinging your eyes as your nails dug into your palms. Your legs shook beneath you and your screams were muffled against the sheets.
You were creaming around Bakugou’s dick and that coupled with your moans and the way your pussy was gripping his cock was enough to make him come. Ropes of come spurted out of him and he groaned, making sure to ram himself as deep inside as he could to ensure that you milked every last drop out of him.
When he pulled out, your body went limp and he sat back on his heels, watching with satisfaction as his come trickled out of you. Only then did he collapse beside you.
For a moment you were both quiet, only the sound of the electrical hum from the lights along with both of your panting as you attempted to catch your breaths filling the room.
You turned your head so you could see him, your body throbbing. “Okay… maybe he was flirting…”
Bakugou whipped his head over to your direction. “Now you fuckin’ agree with me?”
You propped yourself up slightly with your elbows. “You were annoying me. I couldn’t just agree with you.”
“Unbelievable,” Bakugou mumbled, turning his head so he faced the ceiling and closed his eyes.
You pushed your body up, arms shaking as you did so, and sat up, looking down at him. “Sit against the headboard,” you ordered.
Bakugou’s eyes shot open, glancing at you. “Why?” He asked, his eyes flashing with excitement.
“‘Cause you’re pissing me off again and you don’t get to call the shots all the time,” you huffed, leaning over to your nightstand and opening one of your drawers.
Bakugou’s swollen lips curled up into a smile and he was quick to sit up, listening to your orders and pressing his back against the headboard.
When he saw the handcuffs in your hands, it was enough to make his dick harden in seconds, watching hungrily as you went over and straddled him.
“I’m not playing nice either,” you whispered and you sank down onto his cock, handcuffing his wrists to the headboard.
| warnings: toxic! themes, toxic! reader, angst w a happy ending (for us), past relationships!, still hung up w our ex, (or basically we do our boyfriend dirty for katsuki)
relationships weren’t easy.
whomever claimed they could be, was a giant ass liar. and you hated them for that.
mainly because it was something you had to find out the hard way.
katsuki bakugo was everything.
right off the bat, you were infatuated with him, as much as you hated his guts. he was cold and rude, arrogant and hot tempered. then he would let his facial features steady, and he was the most attractive man you had ever seen.
you had known he was a famous pro hero when you met him as an intern, intentionally so. working your ass off to where you got accepted to be placed at his agency.
your plan started off small, you would find little things to send him off the edge so he would yell at you, face turning red. pulling immature pranks on him, giving him random nicknames, facetiming him while he was training and just ragebaiting.
and you were right were you wanted to be.
eventually, katsuki had found himself content in your presence. built an entire routine around it actually.
he would be actively looking for you when he had the off days in his agency. he remembered your favorite coffee and sandwich order, leaving it on your desk every morning. he would take your recommendations seriously, providing an update on his experience the next day. he would only answer your calls on a patrol run.
he liked the chase, he liked you. he wanted you.
and when katsuki wanted something, he was gonna get it.
so that led you to dating for a steady year, things falling into place. but dating katsuki bakugo proved to be…difficult.
he would come home at random times due to his demanding shifts. or he would forget date nights, having to pick you up while you sat in the restaurant for hours, by yourself and fuming. you would fight so much because he was so emotionally closed off, it was like talking to a brick wall, and also having someone on top throwing hard bricks at you.
but you loved him, you didn’t want to call it quits, you wanted to fight.
katsuki didn’t though. he was tired, the entire world was on his shoulders and he just couldn’t spare any stamina.
“you wanna leave? then go!” he would scream after another argument. “i ain’t stopping’ you. you knew what you were gettin’ into when you got with me.”
you ran a frustrated hand through your hair, tired of the never ending loop of topics. “why is that your go to response, katsuki?! i just want you to open up!”
katsuki chuckled harshly, gripping the edge of your marble island in your shared kitchen. “baby, you’re gonna be waitin’ a while for that. look i’ve had a long day, you comin’ to bed or wha?”
that was it.
the moment you knew you couldn’t fix him or open him up. that was him, and that’s how he will always be. you knew you would always love katsuki, and that’s why it took all of your strength to walk out of your apartment and not look back.
♡
it had been a year since that fight. the ending of your relationship. and the last time you had seen katsuki.
you were now in a new relationship, new apartment, and lastly, a new career far away from your ex.
to add fuel to the fire, as if some cruel joke, you had built a similar wall up around yourself that you had once blamed your ex for doing
playing dumb, you’d like to think you gained control over the situation. like you were over him and didn’t want him back. but you’d be lying.
and the cracks were starting to show in your new relationship.
he was a nice guy, you had met him through mutual friends and bonded over a couple of drinks. it wasn’t magnetic or infatuation like katsuki. but you felt some shift in your heart when you had met so you took it as a fresh start and pursued it.
it wasn’t fair, being with him while still mourning your past relationship. wishing it was katsuki giving you all of this instead. it was fucked up, you knew it and yet you couldn’t accept the shame.
it kept you going, checking his silent social media. constantly checking your feed to make sure he wasn’t in a new relationship. again, fucked up, you knew it. your finger hovering over his contact that you never blocked, but you couldn’t feel the courage to press ‘call’.
it got worse over the last couple of weeks though.
you were cooking dinner as your boyfriend was flipping through channels on your tv, back turned. but a sudden change in the mood caused you to almost drop your utensil.
“pro hero, dynamight was on the scene very quickly and managed to save all of the hostages while single-handedly knocking the villain unconscious. thanks to him, these innocent victims will be returning to their families tonight…what would we do without him?” the news report sent a flutter in your chest. you were thinking about him previously, but to hear about him through the voice of another was different.
your boyfriend noticed your still demeanor with a grim expression, quickly changing the channel to a random show. he tried to change the subject but it didn’t matter, katsuki was the only thing on your mind.
“babe, this looks great.” your boyfriend compliments your cooking as you serve him with a soft smile.
you never liked him using pet names for you, even when they were the most basic ones. you only wanted one person to call you those endearing words. but you never said anything.
“still weird hearing about him?” he blurts out, you choke on your water in surprise. “it’s fine, figured we should talk about it.”
“yeah i guess.” you shrug it off as you regain your composure.
“look i wanna help you through this, get over it.” your boyfriend attempts to help, but it was falling on deaf ears. “i hear you crying sometimes, and i just wish you would fall into me, you know?”
you shake your head. “it’s not that easy.”
“but it is.” he replies, sternly. “you guys broke up a year ago and you’re still hung up.” his voice was starting to sound strained as you noticed. “the first few months, okay i was sympathetic. but now…”
“you can’t just say that! you don’t know.” you try to defend your feelings but you knew you sounded idiotic. there was no reason as to why you should be upset about katsuki.
your boyfriend drops his fork on the plate, the sound snapping you out of your head. “honey, you know how hard it is already to live up to that guy?!. he’s not here, i am! you treat me like some consolation prize because you can’t have him!”
“that’s so not fair.” you stand up so abruptly that your chair was almost knocked backwards. he follows suit to where your standing face to face, unable to hide.
“when was the last time i slept over, huh? since we started dating?” his eyes remained glued on yours, your body language, your expression, everything. they were the only thing telling him the truth now.
you knew the point he was trying to make, you knew he was right. but your pride was a very strong thing, never allowing you to quiver and back down.
to prove his point, you deflect. “what does that have to do with anything?!”
“never! you have never let me spend the night! do you know how fucked that is for a guy to hear from his girlfriend?! but i let it slide because i knew it’s boundary for you! but now??”
your phone begins to buzz erratically. so much so that you reach over to put it on silent. your face already stained with frustrated and angry tears. his eyes dart to the phone but he didn’t want to see, not yet.
you look at the state you put your poor boyfriend in. he never asked for anything of this. he was just wanted you and you only, but it wasn’t enough. because you didn’t want him. you wanted someone else.
“you knew what you were getting into with me, i told you i had baggage.” you whisper before you gasp softly. the words you had just said. they were all too familiar, it was a never ending cycle.
your phone, now on vibrate, kept shaking against the counter.
“yeah,” your boyfriend, though you’re not sure you should even call him that anymore, finally sighs, defeated. “i just thought we’d get through this.”
he leaves your apartment without a second glance, a mirror to the moment you left katsuki’s that fateful night. and just like your ex, you don’t chase after him.
once the door shuts, your focus shifts back to your phone, unlocking it. the ending of another relationship sat heavy on your heart as you read through the messages.
katsuki: you finally unblocked me?
katsuki: sweets you okay?
katsuki: i heard you got a new guy, hope he’s treating you well. ik it’s better than i did.
katsuki: i miss you like fucking crazy
katsuki: not going after you was the stupidest thing i’ve ever done. fuck my pride
katsuki: i love you so much. you should’ve been my priority always. i’m always gonna fucking love you pretty girl
katsuki: i just needed to get it off my chest. i’m sorry again. ignore all these or delete them.
relationships weren’t fucking easy. you knew this going into it, into all of them.
“katsuki? can you come over?”
but when you opened the door and saw katsuki’s softened expression, taking you in. all of those things went out the window. he doesn’t waste a second before slamming the door shut behind him and quickly kissed you.
his mouth moves with finesse and hunger, a whole year without kissing and touching you was such agony for him. the feeling was mutual but there was still a pit in your stomach at the pain you had caused.
but it was silenced when you separate your lips for a moment and katsuki could only whisper, “jump.”
your body moving on its own as you do as your told, his arms catching you as your legs wrap around his torso. katsuki knew his way around and carefully lays you down on your couch, your legs still connecting your bodies. he takes your flushed face, rising chest and quivering legs as a sign of your heart still belonging to him. he reconnects your lips with you grinding into him, trying to keep him close.
“you know where home is, huh pretty girl?” katsuki whispers to you, you take his face in your hands. carefully looking over what you missed in a year. “it’s always gonna be you and me,”
you would always be devoted to katsuki bakugo, as cruel as that made you. but you were right where you wanted to be.
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