a/n: thinking abt being super sleepy and kiss drunk with katsuki
“no more.” he mumbles against your lips.
“one more kats please?” you chase after his lips as he pulls back.
“you’re fallin asleep, princess.” he kisses you again and you whine.
“kats one more.” you blink your heavy lids up at him “kiss me til i fall asleep.” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with you.
“suppose.” he sighs and presses his lips softly to yours.
he peppers kisses across your lips, smiling with each soft sound that comes from you. he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, slowly pushing in as he cradles your face. he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking across your cheeks trying to lull you to bed.
your arms unravel from his neck and he pulls back to pepper the softest kisses across your face. he pulls the covers up and places a kiss on each of your eyelids before leaning back and admiring you.
“love you.” one last kiss to your lips before he curls around you.
owner!izuku and his pretty puppy hybrid that has an insatiable appetite for sex even when she’s not in heat. he loves her, he’ll always give her what she wants — fingers in her slick cunt and stroking her tail while she cums as he grades, toys shaped like his thick cock he can control from his class room while she rides it from home, hours and hours of missionary on the weekends because she wants to be breed until she can’t walk. but sometimes, izuku can’t keep up with her demand on top of parent teacher conferences and hero work … as much as it pains him.
owner!izuku who lets you pick from his friends, the ones you like who give you extra pets and treats when they think he’s not looking. kirishima who’s fun to go on walks with, katsuki who tries to be mean but spoils you anyway … sometimes kaminari who’s dumb enough to forget all the strict instructions izuku leaves for you while he’s out. he lets you pick because you’re too energetic to be left untouched, you need to be fucked out and subdued by the time he gets home on weeks where being a teacher clashes with being a hero.
owner!izuku who gives his friends a key and a schedule. swing by, play with the puppy, let him know how it goes. its more than permission to baby sit — its permission for kirishima to slip his cock down your throat and suck the slick from your folds at the same time, yanking that fluffy tail until you’re teary and trembling. ifs permission for katsuki to fold your knees into his chest, tripping and stumbling over his words in an attempt to remind you that good dogs use their manners when they’re begging for cock all while pumping his load into you, hot and sticky, fucking you until it clings to the walls of your puppycunt just like you’d wailed for. it’s permission for kaminari to tease you sensitive slit for hours on end, rubbing your clit until its heartbeat is raw, smacking that sopping mount until its swollen and the wag of your furry tail is weighed down by your own runny wetness.
it’s permission to take turns ruining you while owner!izuku is away. tire you out until you’re a pliant mess that still somehow needs her owner’s cock to settle down — despite the stretch and burn to your holes, the cum that dries against your skin like a signature. you’re easier to handle like this, izuku thinks, tasting the others on your cunt and against your flesh.
but as long as you’re happy and satisfied, he doesn’t mind who wrecks his puppy at all.
🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 through your late night musings, bakugou discovers the concept of 'world's sexiest hero' and also discovers that he hasn't won. at least not this year. no need to be a sore loser, though. since as his wife, you've already picked out the perfect consolation prize. (2.2K)
🏁 safety car ! ⋆ not safe for work ⋆ smut ⋆ eighteen plus only. pro hero au, canon compliant, established relationship, marriage, silly domestic vibes, bakugou is a stubborn brat, izuku is hot mention, glasses on bkg are sexy !! dry humping, oral fixations, unprotected sex !! pro hero bakugou & pro hero fem reader.
“oh my god, izuku just won sexiest hero of the year!”
“hah?”
bakugou’s head whips around so fast you’re scared it might have cracked. the day has long since ended, the sun dipping beneath the horizon only to be replaced by the moon. so, the two of you have long since tucked yourselves into bed, side by side with your bedside lamps on like the annoyingly happy married couple that you are.
you’ve had this little routine before bed every night since moving in together at the start of your relationship — you’d sit, hold hand under the covers and read for a little bit in the company of each other. however, tonight, you’ve been furiously tapping at your phone for the last half an hour — it’s blue light illuminating your soft features worn out from the day’s work.
now you’re squealing and scaring the shit out of katsuki who thought his wife would give him a moment's peace by his side.
“izuku just won sexiest hero of the year! didn’t you hear me?” you repeat excitedly, kicking your little feet under the blankets like you’ve just won the lottery. “i have to call ochako.”
katsuki blinks. rubs his eyes from underneath his glasses. then blinks again. he must be hallucinating. hearing things. experiencing episodes of delusion.
“right now?” he rasps, voice vibrating with tired shock. “at this hour?”
“oh absolutely, i have to know what she thinks!” you reply as if he’s asked you the dumbest thing in the world — whipping back your half of the duvet to launch yourself out of bed. katsuki watches in awe as you move, red framed stare trailing down lower to the flimsy excuse you call a night gown — a lacy little number than ends just underneath your ass, see-through at your hips and curves that he loves to grab at and bite and—
refocus. what is going on here?
adjusting himself in bed, in an attempt to conceal what it is that you do to katsuki bakugou — he coughs to catch your attention while you intermittently check your phone.
“why do you care what round-face thinks? why do you care that dek— izuku won?” bakugou pesters you like a child that can’t stop asking why. when he really wants to ask is ‘what about me?’
the man is a victim of his own stubbornness, he’s never let you know of the jealousy that simmers just beneath the surface of his skin and makes him too hot underneath the blankets. however, you’ve been married a while now, together for even longer — there’s no way you haven’t picked up on his subtle irritation already.
if you have, you say nothing and do nothing except for grin as though you own his every emotion. you flutter around the bedroom in search of your robe, to unfortunately cover up the good but like a hound dog — you sense the subtle disturbance to your grumpy husband’s aura. flopping back onto the mattress, you tantalisingly crawl up between his spread legs. “‘chako and i used to have major crushes on him back in high school. obviously she’s the only one who still likes him now but sometimes he’s still kinda hot, yanno?”
now he’s interested. or more so than he was before… because yes, izuku is a hot piece of ass and you’ve talked in detail about how you’d both like to take a bite over red wine and nibbly bits in during a date night at home — but bakugou just can’t wrap his head around the conversation that you’re having. why it matters.
“okay,” he sits up abruptly, chucking his glasses onto the bed side bathed in amber light like he’s actually offended by something you’ve said and crosses his arms over his chest. “that i know. we both think he’s fuckin’ hot but why are we bringing it up in our marital bed.”
“you were the one who asked, ya big baby,” comes your deliberate purr, phone still in hand as you make your way up his torso — smoothing your mitts over the delicious parts of him concealed by a winter blanket. “i have to know if she knows! this is so exciting.”
bakugou’s cheeks ripen to a bright shade of apple red, one hand reaching to smooth over your ass as you settle atop him — the other snatching up the phone. “gimmie that,” he grunts bashfully, scrolling through the article. each word makes the blonde grimace, too much emphasis on how sexy his childhood rival is. “how do you even win this shit? seems like a load of crap.”
if only these people knew izuku used to shit his pants until he was nine. he wouldn’t have won then.
“now you’re just being petty, baby. people vote for you too…” you try to lick his wounds by pressing a kiss to the molten, love-sick center of your husband’s chest — blinking up at him with innocent eyes that swirl with notes of sin. “people like me…dynamight’s biggest fan…”
forever childish, the straw-blonde’s lips twist into a displeased pout as though he’s a kid who’s been handed a consolation prize. “don’t matter if i don’t win,” he says, trying to shrug it off and pretend like he’s not dying underneath your wandering touch — feeling the warmth of your palms pressed into his pecs through the blankets. “shouldn’t i be the sexiest, then? people think i’m hot shit.”
“you are my love, so sexy. so handsome, makes me wanna die sometimes.” you giggle because you know he’s being silly, feigning nonchalance.
“only sometimes?”
“other times i just wanna fuck you, baby.” you sing teasingly whilst walking your perfectly manicured nails ( courtesy of the man himself ) up towards katsuki’s nape. at the same time, his calloused hands run underneath your robe to land on the thin strip of lace just barely covering feverish skin. he roughly grasps your hips, dragging you to straddle the seat of his lap, the place where you belong. as though it’s a throne.
something hard, hot and familiar presses through the sheets against your core whilst your husband man-handles you how he likes. how he knows you like when you get the chance to be on top of him like this. you’d told katsuki once a long time ago that his physical strength was one of those things that could turn you on without him even trying. down to the flex in his massive biceps and the veins that pop in them whenever he moves you.
he watches with hooded eyes as you swoop down to his height — the finger with all your rings slinking further up to tap against his plush pink lips.
“whaddya say, gorgeous? wanna fuck me now, then?” the lilt to his voice is baritone and gravelly, the kinda sound that hits deep in your soul and as you aching before you realise.
“maybe later, i still have to check in with ochako” comes your teasing quip, even as you feel katsuki’s hips chase you, grinding his growing bulge against you from below.
the atmosphere in the room shifts just a little, still playful but now intertwined with a web of sexual tension and lustful chemistry that only the two of you know how to dance between. “boooooo,” bakugou grunts as though he’s annoyed, though, the bob to his adam’s apple as he swallows a low lament gives him away. “i shoulda won, maybe you’d make a bigger fuss over me then.”
you roll your eyes, tilting your head to the side to inspect the way his lips part to make way for your thumb. “don’t be a brat. you were third, my love, not last,” as your husband sucks diligently on your thumb — a wide, smug kind of smirk breaks out against your features, lit only by the slither of silver from the moon that slips through the curtains. “ranked just after shoto.”
he gets it wet, sucks on it ‘cause he knows it’ll make you hot under the skin and then lets you spread sticky spit across his lips.
“what the fuck? ‘m after him? that pretty boy?” bakugou retorts with a petulant insult that dies a little in his throat whilst you start to rock back and forth against him — a reward for taking your fingers so well.
perhaps a warning if he continues to misbehave.
he turns a little more obedient under the spell of your body as you dry hump him through the layers of material between you. bakugou’s sweaty palms spark painlessly against your skin because he cannot stop his touch from wandering about your frame. like he’s mapping out what you give to him, remembering how lucky he is to be able to smooth over the doughy softness of your thighs.
“you said it yourself kats, sho is pretty.” you shudder and clench around nothing. he still feels it, the way your mound pulses over his girth. he couldn’t get any harder, practically spewing precum straight from his heavy balls to the sore slit on his tip.
bakugou lets out a staggered breath, hold on your sides keeping you steady over his milky erection, already ruined with his early, opaque seed. “but not sexy, there’s a difference…”
“you won sexiest in japan though…” you gasp but speak as if it counts. your phone with the ranking articles and unread text messages from your old school friend disappears into the sheets as you lift your hips and rip them back — revealing bakugou’s body to your ferociously rabid eyes. “don’t worry baby, i’ll buy you votes next year.” you’re distracted and a little dismissive as you go, fumbling with fabric and flimsy sleep clothes to get to what you want the most.
he hisses underneath you, now freed from the binds of his boxers. you feel like a perv for basking in the way his bare cock slaps against his tummy, sticky pre seeping through his grey sleep shirt. katsuki squirms in anticipation, held captive under your lustful inspection — his shaft kicks at the thought and that’s all you need to bear witness to before you’re shedding your robe and panties. lifting your babydoll night gown to ease your wet cunt down onto him.
your head tilts back in satisfaction, the beautiful arch of your body atop his all on display. unified moans sink their claws into the night air, electrified with desire and kinetic energy — and your stomach visibly swells with every inch of katsuki that you take.
“cheeky fuckin’ brat,” your husband pants, feverish beneath you with taut hips starting to circle upwards as he fills you. “goddamn, shit sweetheart. you’re soaked. f-fuckin’ warmer than the last time i had you. what are you up to now?”
a kind of push and pull to your movements slowly starts to develop once katsuki bottoms out inside of you — thick and throbbing against your welcoming wet walls. when he shallowly thrusts upwards, gentle to get you used to him, you swirl your pussy back down on him. hard. a milky ring of your mixed arousals foaming at the base where the two of you form one. your claws take purchase in his chest for stability and your head hangs forward, lips caught between your teeth enough to draw blood whilst you work up a salacious rhythm.
up and down, back and forth — keeping katsuki locked inside your drooling hole as it flutters around him greedily.
“having sex with you now,” you pant, words broken up by the crude squelch of your sexes harmonising with the sturdy, urgent slap of skin on skin. “you may not be the world’s finest hero, but in this bedroom. that face and this dick are triple platinum, baby.”
shakily, one of your hands reaches up to squish katsuki’s face, he’s all hard lines and rock abs beneath you that instantly melts as soon as your wedding rings cut into the softness of his cheeks. the sandy blonde keens into your touch, searching for your eyes eclipsed with dark desire — finding the love dancing within them instead.
the world wouldn’t you if they saw how pro hero dynamight turned to a flushed, glistening mess whenever you crawled on top to fuck your self down on him like this. maybe they’d have greater appreciation for how sexy he is, if they could hear the way his voice cracked with each ripple of your velveteen walls around him or every high pitched whine that tore through his throat to form a tune with your saccharine giggles of pleasure.
it’s too bad how they’ll never know or get to — you don’t intend to share these parts of your husband with anyone else.
the title of sexiest hero seems long forgotten as katsuki basks in sex with you, blurry ruby gaze flitting between your pretty face as your lips part to moan with him to the way you seem to cream on every vein decorating his length, coating him possessively in your essence.
“fuck me, sweetness. you’re gonna be fuckin’ the death of me.” katsuki sighs, blissed out to high heaven with one arm thrown behind his head of straw blonde hair — the other slung around the doughy flesh of your hips, not to command but to guide you as you ride him the way he loves.
“trust me, kats. i know.” you coo — squeezing around him just to hear your husband choke on a breath, bulbous and blistering cockhead hitting the g-spot just right.
let’s just say, with the amount of orgasms you manage to pull out of him, katsuki bakugou winds up being the real winner in the end.
warnings: honestly don’t think there are any for this one
a/n: hi again!! they’re finallyyyy getting somewhere (or are they…👀) I’m doing my best to make this story into something you guys like and enjoy and it’s honestly such a back and forth on which direction to take🥲 but for everyone who does read these thank u sm it means the world!
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