horny y/n jumping on bkg even though he’s exhausted from work and still helps her 🤤
i love goofy ideas like these. u WIN
you were the brave one today. working from home… all alone… unable to adjust to your lover not being around… even if he was at work and you planned for this weekday to be at home. especially when you heard him let himself into your apartment while you had to finish up a work call. it was the hastiest, a borderline unprofessional goodbye how you rushed to end the call because he was here finally.
you only saw him a few days ago after all.
stepping into your living room, bakugou katsuki is hard to miss. massive body sitting in the centre of your sofa, he’s got his head in his hands, elbows on his knees in silence, sporting a black hoodie and shorts.
“you okay?” you ask, practically floating to stand in front of him, tugging his hand so he can uncover his face for you.
when he pulls away, looking up at you, your heart drops to your clit. in sickness or health, whatever words you’ll be saying on your wedding day to this man… well, you get it now.
katsuki meets your eyes with these droopy ones, cushioned with two dark bags underneath them. to anyone else it looks like he’s gonna curse you out any second, his eyes are practically slits but you can note, it’s just tiredness, especially when he leans his head into your palm.
his posture is slouched, body completely and utterly exhausted. this pro hero, one of the best in the world, needs to be on at all times, ready for anything but you, you get the privilege of seeing him off. ready for bed and a hot shower.
katsuki rests his cheek in your palm, those angry ruby gems becoming puppy like, “‘m fine.”
next, his hands hold onto the backs of your thighs keeping you still so he can press his face into your stomach. you feel his whole body sigh into you.
“you don’t look it. you look like shit,” you offer and you get two bouncing shoulders in a short laugh.
“y’got a lisp now? you mean sexy?” he muffles into your stomach, then presses his chin into you so he can look at you properly.
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs. you notice a touch of hoarseness in his words. you press your thighs together.
your smile is apparent in your voice, “you’ve got this defeated look going on.” you bite down on your bottom lip, “it is a little sexy. maybe a lot.”
bakugou thinks he’s in with the joke at the beginning, till you shuffle in closer to him, the press of your hand on his cheek gets harder and he notices the change of pitch in your breath. even the black of your pupils widen, he sees this in real time. you’re not joking at all actually.
that gets him sitting up slightly, a smirk falling on his features. you pout when he does, staring at his lips like a wife separated from their husband for years. he knows his smile is a killer for you, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his gold canine and white teeth.
“gimme a kiss,” he demands and the good listener you are, you lean down to press yours against his.
it’s family friendly for the most part, three pecks until his pawlike hands sneak up your thighs to under your ass cheeks.
when you both pull away, you’re staring at each other for a few seconds until you lick your thumb and rub under his eyebrow.
“you didn’t get all your eye stuff off,” you whisper, referring to his eye makeup he likes to put on under his mask.
bakugou grunts in response, letting you clean up the left over marks he didn’t scrub.
“how long have you been waitin’ for me?”
always so perceptive. it makes your eyes widen like you’ve been caught out. “well i’ve been working—,”
“baby,” he soothes, in that soft way like you’ve done something silly and you won’t get in trouble for admitting whatever it is. even though he already knows.
“since the morning,” you breathe, eager to undress on the spot, to get his hands on your bare skin, to jump on his lap and pull down his shorts.
but the exhaustion is still apparent on his body. his movements are noticeably slower now that he can let his guard down.
“hm,” he replies and you run your fingers through his hair, pushing all his blonde locks back to reveal his face. your boyfriend is incredibly handsome. you press an extra kiss to the scar on his cheek and bakugou pulls you in. your knees sink into the sofa as you straddle his lap.
hot hands that were under your ass, sneak under your blouse. they’re like a relief patch, causing your skin to buzz in anticipation.
“what d’you want?” he hums and you’re already ready for your body to bounce on something, fingers twitching as they rest on his shoulders.
“katsuki,” you whine, rubbing your nose against his. his eyelashes brush against yours. “don’t ask me that.”
nimble fingers shift to the little buttons at your blouse. bakugou works on you while you’re fighting your own internal battle.
“why not, baby?”
“you’re tired from saving the city. i’m not going to make you have sex with me because i’m horny.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, completely humoured by the way you let him shimmy you out of your blouse, now sitting on him in your pretty lace balconette bra. he kisses the softness of your breast and you’re completely reactive, arching your back into his face.
“y’think i don’t wanna love you?”
the wording makes you mewl, hugging katsuki’s big head to your chest. your body blushes with heat, unable to look him in the eye, “don’t be adorable when i want you to put me in doggy.”
bakugou chuckles, “on your knees. let me do it.”
“didn’t you have a long day today?”
he looks you in the eye, “the fuckin’ longest. sixteen hours, everyone was on my ass.”
“then you need to sleep.”
“or i can have sex with my girlfriend.”
you have the audacity to look shy, knowing there’s a damp patch if he checked your panties right now. “but you’re exhausted.”
“babygirl.”
“babyboy.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, “that’s new. i dunno if i like that.”
you shuffle on his lap, your crotch right over his. you’re delighted to find he’s sporting a semi, in fact, it makes you want to rabidly rub yourself over him like an animal in heat.
you kiss the corner of his jaw, tugging the neckline of his hoodie so you have space to kiss his neck. bakugou’s eyes flutter shut in response, hands on your bare waist.
“you’re my baby and you’re my boy.”
bakugou tuts, grabbing the back of his hoodie and tugging it over his head. he’s got nothing on underneath it to your joy, leaving his bare chest on display for you. you lowly moan at the sight of his biceps, the scars that run through them, the discoloured skin that merges with his blushed skin. one hand on you, another giving his toned abdomen a necessary rub.
“i’m your man.”
“fuck,” you whisper, standing up to pull off your leggings and sitting back on his lap like you never left. “and you’re sure? not too tired?”
he’s uncouth when he hooks a finger in your underwear, then runs the pad of his thumb to gather your wetness over your clit. your body slumps into him, giving bakugou all your weight for him to hold up.
“you underestimate how easy it is for me to get you to come.” he smirks, chuffed at himself for how well he knows you. “could do this half asleep. i have done this half asleep.”
referring to the four am sex you had a few days ago when you came all over his fingers with his tongue in your throat. eyes closed and half conscious.
“don’t be so cocky,” you moan for the wrong reasons, loving the slow comfortable pace of his thumb. pleasure rolls through your body softly, your hands mindlessly palming him.
“take him out then.”
“don’t him your dick.”
but still you do, yanking down his shorts and feeling the saliva build in your mouth at the feeling then sight. his adonis belt, deep ridges and harsh muscle. then him, thick and heavy. his cute red tip with veins running up the length of him.
“you love it.”
you’re nodding without realising, placing your palm on the scar on the centre of your boyfriend’s chest.
“fuck me,” you whine, sitting on your knees and shuffling to adjust to sit on his cock. “wanna feel you, ‘tsuki.”
though he stops you, hands on your hips.
“on your hand and knees, babygirl. like you want.”
bakugou x reader. a 1.6k drabble. cw: established relationship, fluff.
it was only a little argument. today was supposed to be a date day with your boyfriend, smoothies and a walk around the park. have a picnic, magazine shopping and he wanted to get new running trainers. though before you left out he started rushing you, knowing you had to finish up this work call and you act terribly under pressure. that caused you to shout and caused him to be snappy so now you’re sitting in this smoothie shop in dead silence.
it’s silent treatment on both sides. you told the cashier what smoothie you wanted, he said his and then he tapped his card. you sat down at this big ten seater table with a few other people dotted on it while bakugou sat at the head of the table. you didn’t want to sit on the cute one on one couples seats by the window where you would be forced to look at his face, so big table you go.
you stay seated with your arms crossed when bakugou gets up again to collect your two smoothies. he puts your pink berry one on the table in front of you and he dumps himself in his seat. still with no words uttered. you pull out your book as you sip. he pulls out his phone, answering emails and reading work reports.
it’s needed silence, that’s for sure. any moment now you’ll touch your foot with his or he’ll pull your chair closer to his. he’ll mumble sorry first or maybe this time you will and you can continue your day being the loved up couple you usually are. he hasn’t even offered if you want to taste his smoothie yet… well you haven’t offered him either. but any second now, any second someone will.
you peer at him over your book. you sigh a little. it’s hot out today, so he’s in a white vest and these navy shorts. biceps golden and thick. thighs thick and golden. he’s perched his black designer sunglasses to the top of his head which only pushes all of his hair back with it. he’s devastatingly gorgeous. his forehead, pretty nose and pouty lips. he’s frowning at whatever he’s reading, leaning his elbows onto his knees so he can get to typing. a huff at the end.
“is that the berry blast? i was thinking of getting that one?”
you look towards the voice, landing on a handsome guy standing on the opposite side of your table. he’s just walked in, also dressed for the weather with his cap, basic white shirt and shorts.
you’re still unsure if he was talking to you and you see bakugou, out of the corner of your eye, look up to the man.
“is it nice?” he repeats. the man is slightly shy, scratching the back of his head. he’s clearly nervous now he’s got your attention as he shuffles from foot to foot. keeps crossing his arms then lets go. you can tell he’s around your age and he’s not not your type. but also you’re not sure if he’s flirting with you or not. can he not see your boyfriend right there?
“oh, yeah it is. it’s my first time trying it,” you reply dryly, pressing your thumb in between the pages of your book so you don’t lose your spot.
the man’s eyes light up at your response and now bakugou looks at him directly. is this random man flirting with his girlfriend in front of him? is he invisible? does he look like a fucking dickhead?
the man nods in response to you, paying bakugou no mind. he’s so enamoured by you he doesn’t feel the boiling confusion brewing beside you.
“ah cool. i think i’ll give it a try,” he sniffs, looking at your book, then your dress. you can see him figuring out what to comment on next.
bakugou adjusts his posture. leans back in his seat, spreads his legs and holds up his smoothie.
“this green shit is good too. you should give it a try,” katsuki pushes and as if the guy is just finding out he’s there, he rapidly nods his head. looking from you to bakugou and trying to bring the conversation back to you and him.
“right, thanks man.”
then he’s looking back at you, giving you all his attention completely.
you hear bakugou swear under his breath. it all makes you want to laugh at his expense.
“i came in here and i had to talk to you, i thought you were gorgeous. i love the dress,” he rushes, “i was wondering if i could get your number or insta?”
you give him a sweet smile, shaking your head lightly. you point your thumb in the direction of bakugou, “that’s my boyfriend. sorry.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows at the man, holding up his hand with a sarcastic wave.
“i don’t let her give her number to men that want to date her.”
you giggle at your boyfriend’s stupidity, your first giggle of the day actually and it causes the corner of bakugou’s lips to quiver with the urge to smile.
though looking back at your new admirer, you both slowly see the light drain from his eyes. his shoulders slump next. he’s obvious in the way he stares at bakugou’s arms and he blinks as if he might recognise him from somewhere.
“oh shit… i didn’t think… loads of people on this table and i thought everyone was sitting alone. fuck, sorry guys.”
bakugou’s gritting his teeth, “no fuckin’ social awareness.”
you kick his foot under the table, “no it’s okay, thank you though!”
once the man apologises again, spinning around to leave the shop completely, bakugou has already dragged your chair beside his, metal chair legs clacking together. he shoves his phone in his pocket and takes your hand with his now free one.
you giggle at the touch. there’s no way anyone doesn’t think you’re a couple now. in fact, you get a few stares from the other smoothie drinkers on the table.
“i’m sorry for the shit earlier,” he blurts, “i’m not all over you for a minute and someone already tries to take you from me. what the actual fuck?”
bakugou huffs to himself, practically trying to pull you to sit onto his lap so nobody can mistake what you are to each other. what else does he need to do? tattoo you on his arm? he’s already done that actually. your eyes, your name, your birth flower.
“i’m sorry too but we were seated far apart, doing separate things and not talking.” you grin at him and he just looks at your lips. it’s been far too long since he’s kissed them. “fair assessment i think.”
“‘course you think that. gonna stamp my name on your forehead,” he mutters, kissing the corner of your lips.
bakugou’s not one for pda, but it’s needed when people are trying to drag you from under his nose.
“this should keep you on your toes. remind you that everyone wants me,” you joke but bakugou blinks at you. looks at you then looks away.
he agrees, in fact, it makes him sit up straight and kiss you on your mouth again, in the middle of this random smoothie shop.
“i said i was sorry,” he huffs, holding your hand to his waist. “wanna try mine?”
you nod, “i’ve been waiting for you to ask!”
you put the straw to your smoothie by his lips so he can try yours.
“yours is better than mine,” you whine and bakugou chuckles.
“wanna swap?”
“you sure?”
“y’know i don’t mind.”
you take bakugou’s green smoothie while he holds your pink one. you eye his throat as he tajes three big gulps, the smoothie sinking away faster than your previous sips.
“thanks for buying them, ‘ki.”
bakugou smiles at you, gold tooth shining in the sunlight pouring through the windows. “i wouldn’t have heard the end of it if i let you pay while we were fightin’.”
you huff, “we weren’t fighting! it was a disagreement in communication styles.”
“yeah, we had a fight about that,” then he looks at your outfit with warm eyes, ones you welcome, unlike the random guy before. “your dress is pretty, baby. you look pretty today. i didn’t say that before.”
“thank you. you look sexy, always do.”
you swipe his sunglasses off his head, plopping them onto your face.
“you’re gonna have to give them back when we get outside,” he tells you but he can’t help his grin, now unable to see your eyes.
“i forgot mine because you were rushing me!”
bakugou rolls his eyes, albeit playfully. “look in your bag.”
“i didn’t put them in here,” you say but still you do. you unzip and pull it open, dipping your hand in and immediately frowning, “did you put them in here or am i going crazy?”
“you’re goin’ crazy,” bakugou stands up, brushing off his shorts and reaching for your hand. you stay seated in his sunglasses, your designer ones he bought you for your birthday in your hands.
“katsuki!”
“you’re not crazy, i put them in there when you were shoutin’ that you didn’t wanna go out with me anymore,” he nudges his head in the direction of the door, “let’s go, ‘wanna walk in the park.”
“you’re so annoying,” you tell him but you love it when he interlinks his fingers with yours, letting you walk out the shop first, smoothie in hand.
you don’t even get a chance to put your bag down before bakugo is yanking you into his arms, grumbling something about how damn long you kept him waiting.
“katsuki—”
“shut up,” he mumbles, already burying his face into your shoulder. “just lemme have this.”
you sigh, but it’s hard to be exasperated when he’s clinging to you like this—arms tight around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt like you might disappear if he lets go.
“you’re so needy,” you tease, running your fingers through his hair.
he grunts. “so what?”
you laugh softly. “so nothing. it’s cute.”
his grip tightens. “ain’t cute.”
you can feel how warm his face gets, even if he’s trying to hide it against your neck. his breath is warm, sending a little shiver down your spine when he mutters, “kiss me.”
you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.
he tenses. then pulls back just enough to glare at you. “babe. a real one.”
before you can even think about teasing him again, he’s already moving—cupping your face, leaning in, kissing you slow and deep like he’s making up for lost time.
when he finally pulls away, he stays close, forehead resting against yours. “missed you,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.
your heart melts. “i was only gone for a few hours.”
“too long.” he huffs, dragging you toward the couch. “now shut up and cuddle me.”
i believe in “jason todd has that little tummy pouch that comes with a 4/6pack” supremacy like don’t get me wrong jason is pure muscle and is unnaturally fit like all the batkids but he’s massive and he’s big and he comes with that little soft belly bit when he’s not tensing. dick grayson is lean he always has been he’s doing all sorts of training and he’s THEE circus boy he’s slender and fit and has no body fat he’s got a fully defined 6 pack on a bad day not even trying cause that’s just how’s he’s built. JASON TODD HOWEVER is a man with meat on his bones. he’s got the massive arms that are squishy when he’s relaxed but fucking huge and defined when he tenses he’s got the little soft tummy pouch but again when he tenses or when he works out or even just moves/fights you can see he has a 6 pack. Jason todd gains something from having weight on him it makes him 10x more intimidating when all anyone sees is how broad and big and intimidating red hood really is just JASON TODD HAS A SLEEPER BUILD KIND OF cause it’s not really hidden cause to look at him you already know your fucked but when he acc shows how much muscle he carries on him it shocks people that type of sleeper build just omg Abhhhhhhhh
Jason cannot say “I love you” with a straight face. He always smiles, always. Serious situation or not, his teeth will show and his eyes will crinkle.
The first time he said it though, he was afraid. His palms felt clammy and his heart thumped hard against his rib cage. He was happy, but nervous nonetheless.
He stared at your back as you took the freshly baked cookies out of the oven, the aroma coated your kitchen and eased some of Jason’s nerves. He let you put the baked goods on the cooling rack before pulling your body into his. You laughed at the sudden display of affection.
“What’s up, handsome,” you giggled into his chest, pulling him closer. His hands tangled themselves around your body and he hummed softly. He placed a gentle peck on the crown of your head and ran his fingers along your clothed skin.
You stayed there, enjoying each other’s embrace and then, he pulled away. You groaned at the sudden loss of warmth and he laughed while ruffling your hair.
“I have to tell you something,” he said, already struggling to keep a straight face.
“Oh, so that’s what it was. You’re tying to butter me up Todd, what did you do this time,” you asked him with faux suspicion. He chuckled, but it was not his normal laugh. It was deeper this time, like he truly meant it, like for the first time in along time, he was truly happy.
He didn’t tease you with suspense and said it outright.
“I love you,” he exclaimed, a little louder than he had hoped, but the anxiety had made it difficult to control his tone. Any normal person wouldn’t have noticed the nervousness in his sentence, but you weren’t any regular person. You knew Jason like the back of your hand. And so, without missing a beat, you cupped both his cheeks in your hands.
You placed a gentle peck against the tip of his nose and softly caressed his skin, your fingers danced at the side of his jaw. Your hands felt warm against his skin and he let himself melt into your touch.
You stared into his emerald eyes and then quietly whispered, “I love you too.” His eyes lit up and he took your words as a sign to pull you into a deep, yet passionate kiss.
You smiled against each other’s lips and he said it again. “I love you, so so so much.”
simon refused to buy a new phone, the one he has is good enough, you can call, can send messages and it has a game of a little worm that eats squeares on it. he doesnt need another one.
until you tell him that, if he gets a new phone, he could have s folder filled with pictures of you...
"should have said that before lovie"
the day he buys his phone you teach him how to use it, how to had his 5 contacts to his phone (price, jhonny, kyle and you), then he spends 2 hours deciding what picture to use as his screensaver.
now, when he is on duty and cant sleep with you, the two of you call eachother and now it doesnt sound like he is talking trough a brick.
simon will send you pictures of him because you begged him to do. he sends you a pictures of his boots, his dinner, a photo of him standing besides jhonny after working out, a picture of his new and not damaged balaclava.
he also downloads tons of games, his phone os filled with them and you have to teach him how to erase them.
he doesnt have social media, but he does wacth youtube videos from time to time (specially to learn how to do little heart shapes with paper that he can gift to you)
simon standing at a bus stop in london, he fucking hates this city but sometimes he has business to take care of here. as usual, it’s pissing down with rain and he didn’t bring an umbrella or a hoodie
he’s more bothered about the fact that his cigarette is getting wet and keeps dwindling out. he’s got 5 minutes until the bus gets here and he really doesn’t feel like rolling another one
he’s already agitated and he’s gonna take it out ont he next person who talks to him. or so he thinks, until he feels a light tap on the back of his shoulder. he straightens up and turns with purpose, only to slump in annoyance when he sees you. a pretty thing that he already knows he can’t be a cunt to
there’s normally only one reason someone as sweet as you might approach him and his eyes scan about for any wrongen who might be bothering you but he finds none, just your hand held out with a closed up umbrella wrapped in your palm
“hi… sorry to bother you, I just thought you might want my spare umbrella. I brought it with me by mistake and you look like you need it more than I do…” you smile nervously, clearly off-put by the furrow in his brow and steely look clouding his eyes
he stares at you for a few seconds, unmoving and he thinks you might give up. he sighs and reaches into his pocket, pulling out an old receipt before scribbling something on the back. snatches the umbrella and shoves the piece of paper into your hand
“take this.” he grumbles, not looking at you. he doesn’t need a reminder of your unwavering gaze and welcoming eyes so soon
“anyone gives yeh any bother, call me. I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em for yeh.”
he doesn’t give you a chance to respond before stubbing out his cigarette and getting on his bus which arrived a bit too soon for his liking
I’m here to say Jason motherfucking Todd has praise kink, thank you very much.
Not even sexually.
Like that man lives in such darkness and terror that a small “You did great,” was making his knees weak for you.
What? He fixed your broken lamp? and you’re being a normal human being by saying “Thank you, Jay, I know I can count on you” and his whole face is red as the hoodie he’s wearing but he just grumbled and shrugged it off per usual but repeating those words mindlessly throughout the day— maybe even weeks.
Oh he saw you talking with other men? and you’re just clarifying that— “You’re the only guy that caught my heart.” he makes sure he knows your ring size in the next hour.
And if he had hard time with his bubbling jealousy, tell him your standards in men. By describing him, — “He’s big and tall, also has a pretty puppy eyes when he’s pouty and and, maybe a bit grumpy. I like my man that way,” and he’s all putty and mushy.
ALSO tell him he’s been doing good. melted. instantly. groaning and begging for more praises.
again, not even sexually, just throwing a simple compliment to him for “being such a good boyfriend to me,” and he will drop on his knees in front of you.
“All we need is a bed to lay in, someone to nurse our insecurities and to remind us that the world isn’t so lonesome if we share it with hearts who lay on similar pillows of madness.”
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