Ironic - Katsuki Bakugo
writing for this cutie’s birthday!! happy birthday katsukii!
Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader, established relationship, petnames (baby), short(er)! reader, fluff in beginning, suggestive, eyo.
Today was your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo’s, birthday. So obviously, you decided to spend the day with him.
Bakugo didn’t want to do anything for his birthday. He thought it was stupid for people to have a whole day dedicated to them. I mean, it’s not special or anything. Everyone has one, so why is it something to be celebrated?
The whole concept didn’t make sense to him, but as his girlfriend, you took it upon yourself to make it the best day you possibly could for him.
You believe he just likes to make your life harder than it needs to be, but you’d always put up with him.
The clock has just hit 12 and you found yourself knocking on your boyfriends dorm room door. You could hear snores on the other side, but you still decided to knock, “Katsukiii?” You dragged the last letter of his name.
Slowly opening his door, you are met with the sight of your boyfriend sound asleep. Making sure to close the door quietly before walking over to him, gift in hand, you whispered while nudging him, “Katsukii. Baby. Wake up.”
He groans in his sleep and turns over. Now facing you, you nudge his shoulder again, “Hey? Kats.”
His eyes slowly open, squinting at you. Noticing this, you hold out the gift closer to him with a bright smile, and speak softly, “Happy birthday, Kats!!”
He stares for a second, still processing what’s going on.
“Open it.” You say excitedly, unable to contain your smile, eyes crinkling in the process.
Sighing, he sits up, opening the wrapping. He decided against questioning you. For now.
Lifting the top of the box lid, inside he sees an action figure of his favorite hero, All Might. He picks it up, examining it, before diverting his gaze back to you.
You still have a nervous, but genuine smile on your face as you wait for a reaction. “Do you like it? I know it’s not a lot, but I only had so much money and I know you like All Might. If you don’t like it, we can return it. I had other gift ideas anyw-“
“Stop rambling.” He interrupted. Eyes meeting his, you listen. “We’re not returning it. I’m keeping it.”
He’s not very good at showing thankfulness, but you already knew that.
You sigh in relief, grateful that he liked it. You smile at him, “I’m glad you like it.” You lean forward to place a soft kiss on his lips.
He scoffs, trying to hide his smile, but you see it forcing it’s way out. You choose not to comment on it.
“Well, sorry for waking you up. I’ll let you go back to sleep now. I’ll be back in the morning, okay?” You stand up straight, speaking as you turn towards the door.
Feeling his hand wrap around your wrist, you stop and turn your head back to look at him. You hum, quietly asking what’s wrong, “Hm?”
He tugs your wrist gently, but speaks with his usual rough voice, “Where are you going? Stay here instead.” He pauses and turns away as he speaks, embarrassed to ask. “Just a.. request for my birthday.”
Turning your body to fully face him now. “Oh? You don’t have to tell me twice.” You giggle at your own words and he smiles softly, rolling his eyes at your ridiculousness.
Hoping into bed next to him, you waste no time in cuddling into his chest. You feel his arms wrap around you, one resting on the back of your head, the other on your back.
He sighs, enjoying the moment. He silently debates with himself, trying to decide whether or not to kiss you. He sometimes has trouble with showing affection.
After a long few minutes, he hesitates before tilting his head down and placing a kiss to your hairline.
You smile at his display of affection and hold him tighter, cuddling closer.
When you both woke up in the morning, you decided that you wanted to make him a cake... Well you actually decided that you wanted to make a cake for him.. with him. Since you were spending the day with him, you didn’t bother to make it a surprise. Instead, you forced him to make it with you.
Holding tightly onto his hand as you drag him into the kitchen, he complains, “Seriously? Who the hell even makes cake on their birthday?” He grumbles but doesn’t make any attempt to remove your hand from his.
“Oh stop complaining. It’ll be fun! C’mere!” You pull him to help you grab the ingredients.
“Tch. Whatever.” He grabs what you tell him to, but doesn’t fail to give attitude and complain each time.
Already knowing how he is, you ignore his complaints. In fact, you’re pretty sure that your boyfriend is putting on an act right now and is actually enjoying this.
You are currently stirring the batter. Katsuki is just standing to the side and watching when you point at the bag of flour, “Hand me that, would you Kats?”
He reluctantly grabs it, and speaks with sarcasm laced through his voice, “Yes, of course. Just slave me around on my birthday. Why don’t you?”
This causes you to laugh, “You’re always so dramatic. Give it to me.”
“Dramatic!? Tch.” He tosses the bag, not expecting anything to happen since he only threw it a short distance. The bag ends up hitting the bowl with the mix you were stirring and knocks it into your stomach. You catch the bowl before it can slide off the counter, but the mix and some flour gets on your shirt and chest.
Looking up at him in disbelief, you stare at him waiting for an explanation. “What the hell?”
He looks to the side, straight face, “What? I obviously didn’t mean to do that.”
You scoff before replying sarcastically and mockingly, “Duh, obviously. What am even I talking about.” You look away from him, going to clean the mess on the counter.
He comes up from behind you and sets his hands on your hips, pulling you into him. He speaks into your ear, “C’mon, baby. Quit giving me attitude. It was an accident.”
You scoff, “That’s ironic.” You add, “All you do is give me attitude.
Your comment earns a laugh from him. “It’s my birthday. Forgive me.”
Setting down what you have in your hands, you turn around to face him, but don’t say anything. You just stare with your hands holding the edge of the counter behind you.
Now that you’re facing him, he notices the mess on your chest and a smirk forms on his face. “Here. I’ll even clean it up for you.” He leans down and sticks his tongue out.
You feel his wet tongue drag across the sweet sticky mix of batter across your chest. Your face turns pink. You speak fast, whisper yelling at him, but not stopping him, “Katsuki! What are you doing!?”
He pulls away for a second, look up at you from his crouched position. His voice is nonchalant as he speaks, but smirking in the process, “What? Nobody’s here.” He continues, face returned to your chest, tongue on your skin.
You check your surroundings, every direction, scared of being caught. Not finding anyone, you let him keep going.
Once he’s done, he stands back up straight. Now he’s towering over you, hands on your waist, body pressed against yours as his eyes bore into yours from above.
The two of you continue to admire each other for a moment longer. You then feel his hands slide lower, now groping your ass. “Wrap this shit up. I want something else for my birthday gift.”
He lets go of you, standing to the side again as if none of that happened. Like he’s simply waiting for you to ask him to grab another ingredient.
The smell of freshly baked cake flowed through the dorms, but you could hardly notice it with how distracted you were.
Both of you were now in his dorm room. Katsuki had just unwrapped his second gift:
You.
Your clothes are no longer in sight.
He lies down on his back, head on his pillow. His rough voice demands, directing you to sit on his face, “Come here.”
Crawling over his bed to him, you give him what he wants. It is his birthday after all.
Knees on either side of his head, your body hovers over his face.
Patience wearing thin, Katsuki lifts his hands to grab your thighs, pulling your weight down onto him. At this, you react with a high pitched noise.
He instantly glides his tongue through your folds. The feeling has you grabbing a fistful of his hair, needing something to ground you. You moan as his tongue picks up all of your juices.
Below you, he stares up, watching every movement and every reaction you make.
Katsuki watches your face as he sticks his tongue inside your hole.
Your head tilts back, mouth open as you moan, “Fuuck.. Katsuki.” The grip you had on his hair tightens and you can’t hold yourself back from humping into his face. Your boobs bouncing as you grind.
He enjoys every second of this, continuing to fuck you with his tongue.
This was Katsuki’s favorite birthday gift he’s ever received. Your All Might figure was a close second though.
You are the reason why Katsuki looks forward to his birthday now. He already knows what he’s going to ask for next year.