after rough sex, satoru tenderly (and possessively) treats your sore & irritated body with balm
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you spread your legs for him earlier, so how come it feels more embarrassing now?
"what's wrong? earlier, you were begging for more, now you can't even look at me while im taking care of you?"
nope. you couldn't even bear to look at him with raw vulnerability as he worked you out down there.
satoru was positioned between your thighs, opening your folds with two fingers as he applied the balm with his other hand. his touch was light, almost clinical as it ran over your inner labia. the skin he spent all night ravaging was now getting taken care of.
"it's just skin, baby. there's nothing you haven't already shown me a dozen times tonight."
a low hum escaped his lips as he dipped his thumb in the balm, bringing it back to your vulva as he rubbed it on your swollen clit. the clit he spanked over and over, completely fraying its nerves.
"no..its notâ," you choked on your breath, shaking your head. "its not really..just skin.."
when he pulled back your clit hood and used his thumb to apply a gentle, cooling swipe on the direct bud, you realized your weak protests meant nothing. useless whimpers and whines fell on deaf ears.
he stilled his movements for a moment before stroking again.
"i know its not," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "that's why you're acting like this, isn't it?"
you didn't have an answer. not when you were completely exposed to him in the most intimate and vulnerable way ever.
both of his elbows kept your thighs open to make sure he could see every part of you, every part of the flesh he had been shown tonight. your clit was an angry red beneath this thumb, still throbbing and twitching from every light touch. your inner labia were completely chafed by the brutal friction of his cock, the skin raw and glistening in the substance of the balm.
a deep sigh escaped him, a small pout tugged on his lips when he realized how rough he may have been. it was a repeated motionâdip his thumb in the balm, apply it on your vulva.
when the pad of his thumb smoothed the crimson part of your inner fold, your thighs trembled and clamped from the touch despite how careful it was.
"nope. absolutely not."
his voice wasn't angry, but it had the same authority he used when around others. before you could full close up, he pushed his elbows deeper on your thighs, applying just enough pressure to keep them wide open.
"don't close up. if i don't fix this now, you're gonna complain tomorrow about how much it stings."
the sight of satoru casually applying vulva balm in the area between your thighs was infinitely more embarrassing than him pounding like a beast inside you.
this was softer, more careful compared to the aggressive sex you had earlier. this wasn't the side of satoru you were usually exposed to, therefore every touch felt like a blow to your ego. not because he was softening up, but because you felt like a baby getting a bandaid on a boo boo.
in this situation, there was no move or retort you could say that could switch the power dynamic.
"remind me why you're doing this again?" your tone was seasoned with a pinch of sassiness beneath the fluster.
satoru looked up at you. he watched the way you rolled your eyes and dreadfully dragging your hands down your face, admiring the sight of you so helpless beneath him.
he couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle at your usual attitude. "because you're mine..thats why."
his touch became softer, slower, more deliberate as he massaged the balm in, ensuring the substance absorbed in your irritated skin.
"and who else is going to handle you when you get like this? you'd probably try to walk off the soreness and end up face planting in the middle of the hallway." he added, a small smirk tugging on his lips.
"but i'm independent, aren't i? i'm a grown woman and you're treating me like a baby."
the fire in his eyes started to return as you retorted. his thumb moved idly and slowly like all his attention came back to your words.
"sweetheart, you were begging for me to ruin you ten minutes ago. i don't think 'independent' was exactly the word coming out of your mouth when you were wrapped around me."
he opened your folds, checking that he treated all the spots he ruined. then he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your temple.
"you're a grown woman, yeah," he continued. "but even grown women need someone to clean up the mess they make."
"you're the one who made me a mess. is that my responsibility?"
satoru froze. he watched the way your eyes narrowed when you looked at him, defensive and fierce.
a slow grin spread across across his face.
"fuck, you're good." he breathed out, his voice rough with amusement. "technically.. no. it's not your responsibility to clean up after me. but i'm not asking you to take responsibility, baby. i'm telling you i'm taking it."
the humiliating, ego-bruising balm session finally ended. he crawled forward, draping a heavy arm over your waist as he dropped on the bed next to you.
"that's the difference between us," he murmured. his gaze was noticeably softer, tracing the shape of your lips. "you think this is about who's in charge or who owes what. but when i fuck you, i ruin you. the mess, the soreness, the way you can't even stand tomorrow? thats all mine. and since it's mine, i'm going to be the one to fix it."
right.
the tight knot of embarrassment in your stomach was replaced by the soft flutter of butterflies. despite how obnoxious this man could be, he always had a way to remind you that he wasn't as irresponsible as he displayed.
with you, he had the chance to strip away all the armor he wore to protect the parts of him that stayed reserved strictly for you.
vulnerability was so often viewed as a weakness. but watching him rest his head against your shoulder, you wondered if it was actually the absolute purest way to love someone.
"then have me," you whispered, feeling the heaviness of sleep pull you under. "have all of me."
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the dialogue def might be the strongest part of my piece. after multiple daydreaming sessions in my life and creating fake conversations, it led up to this.
im pretty upset about how predictable my sentence structures are. im going to need to read a lot moređ„čđ„č
Boyfriend!Bakugo helps his innocent horny girlfriend out!
Warning!MDNI
"You taste so sweet, baby..." Katsuki groaned against his fingers that he just pulled away from your sopping cunt, his golden eyes burning into yours with a hunger that made your stomach flip. "You made such a mess on my hand..my good little squirter."
He leaned back against the headboard, his cock hard and heavy between his thighs, tapping against your soaked pussy. His large hands gripped your waist, lifting you slightly off his lap before pulling down his pants and underwear, releasing his thick, hard cock. It slapped against his abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum. "Come here, baby..." Katsuki murmured, pulling you back down onto his lap.
You let out a whimper as soon as you saw him. You couldnât help but listen to him either way as you let him pull you back to his lap.
He held your hips in place, hovering your bottom above his huge, throbbing erection. "You wanna try taking it, sweetheart?" He asked softly, his hands squeezing your hips possessively.
Hearing his voice snapped you out of your daze, eyes still locked in on his erection almost drooling as you nodded your head softly. "Yes-..please Kats I wanna try.."
"That's my curious girl..." He chuckled darkly at your reaction, seeing your innocent gaze locked onto his thick length. You were practically drooling, your mind trying to process how something that big was supposed to fit inside your tight pussy. "Don't worry, baby..." He murmured, pulling your hips down until the swollen head of his cock was pressing against your soaked entrance.
"I'll go slow..." He promised gently, watching your hole flutter nervously against the thick tip of his cock. "You're gonna stretch open so pretty for me, baby.." He slowly pulled your hips down, letting his head start to pop inside your tight entrance. You immediately gasped, your pussy struggling to take just the first inch. "Good girl..."
He kissed your neck softly, pulling you down a little more. "There we go... that's it, baby..." He groaned as your tight walls stretched impossibly around the first two inches of him. "You're doing so good... such a good little fuck..." He praised dirtily, one hand sliding up your back to cradle your head against his shoulder. Katsuki slowly pushed you down another inch, feeling your pussy struggling to accommodate him. You were whimpering and gasping against his neck, your body trembling with the overwhelming sensation. He was barely halfway inside you, and already your hole was stretched obscenely around him.
He held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to the four inches of his cock buried inside your pussy. He could feel your little hole fluttering and clenching around him desperately, trying to push out the foreign object. But it only made him groan and press deeper. "Fuck, you're so tight..."
You whined loudly at his groaning and his words, sitting down trying to shove the rest of him inside slowly but surely. His hands squeezed your hips as you tried to take more of him on your own, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He could feel every inch of his thick cock being engulfed by your tight pussy, stretching you wider and wider. "Easy, baby..slow down..."
But you weren't listening, you wanted it all inside you. Your hips bounced down onto his, taking another two inches deeper until his thick cock hit your cervix. You froze completely, a strangled whimper escaping your lips. "That's it... fuck, you took it all..." He groaned, feeling your cervix pressing against his tip.
"Mâ too full Kats-.." You sat there whimpering, completely still, your eyes wide with overwhelm. Your body was practically split open with his cock buried inside you. You could feel his thick length pressing painfully against your cervixâyou hadn't expected this, hadn't prepared for his full size to swallow you whole. "Breathe, baby..." He murmured, kissing your forehead.
His hand rubbed soothing circles on your lower back as you adjusted to his full length buried inside you. After a few moments, your whimpers quieted down and you could feel your pussy starting to relax around his thick shaft. Somehow, your tight hole was getting used to him. "There we go... you're getting used to me, aren't you?" He chuckled softly, his hips making tiny movements inside you as he felt your walls starting to grip him possessively instead of painfully. It was clear that your body was adapting and your innocent curiosity was leading you straight into obsession with his massive cock. "You like having me inside you, sweet girl?"
You tried to nod, but your body was still recovering from the shock of being completely filled by his length. Your walls were clenched and fluttering around him tightly, yet your innocent eyes were begging for more despite the obvious pain. He tilted your chin up, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, sweetheart... you want me to fuck you?"
Your innocent head nodded rapidly, your body understanding exactly what he meant despite your inexperience. "Please- yes please.." You wanted that massive cock to move inside you, wanted him to fuck your pussy until you saw stars. "That's my girl..." He groaned, grabbing your hips firmly. "Hold onto my neck, baby..." Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, your hands gripping his shoulders as you prepared yourself. He lifted your hips slowly, pulling his massive cock out until just the thick head remained inside your fluttering entrance. Then, he slammed you back down.
"Mmphâ!" You cried out as he filled you completely in one brutal thrust. "Fuck... such a good little pussy..." He began pumping you slowly, carefullyâpulling his massive cock out until just the head remained before slamming it back into your pussy. Each thrust made your small body jolt and bounce on his lap, your innocent eyes rolling back in pleasure. "That's it... take it all, baby..." He praised, his hips snapping up to meet your downward movements.
You were bouncing on his cock now, your body learning its new purpose which was to take his big length over and over again. Each slam made your pussy gush around him, your earlier pain completely replaced by overwhelming pleasure. You were making wet squelching noises with each thrust, your walls milking his cock greedily. "Such a good girl..." You couldn't even form words anymore just broken whimpers and gasps escaping your lips. Your head was thrown back, your innocent mind couldn't handle the pleasure.
He chuckled darkly at your inability to speak, your little sounds turning into breathless cries every time he slammed you down onto his length. Your body was going limp, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him stretching you open perfectly. "So cute when you're fucked dumb, baby..." His grip tightened on your waist, speeding up the thrusts slightly.
Your eyes were drooping, your walls fluttering erratically around him as you teetered on the edge. He could feel your pussy getting wetter, your hips starting to move on their ownâbouncing desperately onto his thick cock. "That's it... cum for me..." He growled against your ear, one hand sliding up to roughly grip your throat.
Your eyes rolled back again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as he hit that perfect spot inside you. Your walls were spasming around him so tightly it was a wonder he could pull out at allâbut he did, enjoying the feel of your pussy snapping shut behind him. "Fuck, you're so cute.."
Hi guys I hope you missed me so so much ykđâïž anyways um I hope you guys like dis one I cooked up!
Boyfriend!Bakugo helps his innocent horny girlfriend out!
Warning!MDNI
"You taste so sweet, baby..." Katsuki groaned against his fingers that he just pulled away from your sopping cunt, his golden eyes burning into yours with a hunger that made your stomach flip. "You made such a mess on my hand..my good little squirter."
He leaned back against the headboard, his cock hard and heavy between his thighs, tapping against your soaked pussy. His large hands gripped your waist, lifting you slightly off his lap before pulling down his pants and underwear, releasing his thick, hard cock. It slapped against his abs, leaving a trail of pre-cum. "Come here, baby..." Katsuki murmured, pulling you back down onto his lap.
You let out a whimper as soon as you saw him. You couldnât help but listen to him either way as you let him pull you back to his lap.
He held your hips in place, hovering your bottom above his huge, throbbing erection. "You wanna try taking it, sweetheart?" He asked softly, his hands squeezing your hips possessively.
Hearing his voice snapped you out of your daze, eyes still locked in on his erection almost drooling as you nodded your head softly. "Yes-..please Kats I wanna try.."
"That's my curious girl..." He chuckled darkly at your reaction, seeing your innocent gaze locked onto his thick length. You were practically drooling, your mind trying to process how something that big was supposed to fit inside your tight pussy. "Don't worry, baby..." He murmured, pulling your hips down until the swollen head of his cock was pressing against your soaked entrance.
"I'll go slow..." He promised gently, watching your hole flutter nervously against the thick tip of his cock. "You're gonna stretch open so pretty for me, baby.." He slowly pulled your hips down, letting his head start to pop inside your tight entrance. You immediately gasped, your pussy struggling to take just the first inch. "Good girl..."
He kissed your neck softly, pulling you down a little more. "There we go... that's it, baby..." He groaned as your tight walls stretched impossibly around the first two inches of him. "You're doing so good... such a good little fuck..." He praised dirtily, one hand sliding up your back to cradle your head against his shoulder. Katsuki slowly pushed you down another inch, feeling your pussy struggling to accommodate him. You were whimpering and gasping against his neck, your body trembling with the overwhelming sensation. He was barely halfway inside you, and already your hole was stretched obscenely around him.
He held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to the four inches of his cock buried inside your pussy. He could feel your little hole fluttering and clenching around him desperately, trying to push out the foreign object. But it only made him groan and press deeper. "Fuck, you're so tight..."
You whined loudly at his groaning and his words, sitting down trying to shove the rest of him inside slowly but surely. His hands squeezed your hips as you tried to take more of him on your own, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He could feel every inch of his thick cock being engulfed by your tight pussy, stretching you wider and wider. "Easy, baby..slow down..."
But you weren't listening, you wanted it all inside you. Your hips bounced down onto his, taking another two inches deeper until his thick cock hit your cervix. You froze completely, a strangled whimper escaping your lips. "That's it... fuck, you took it all..." He groaned, feeling your cervix pressing against his tip.
"Mâ too full Kats-.." You sat there whimpering, completely still, your eyes wide with overwhelm. Your body was practically split open with his cock buried inside you. You could feel his thick length pressing painfully against your cervixâyou hadn't expected this, hadn't prepared for his full size to swallow you whole. "Breathe, baby..." He murmured, kissing your forehead.
His hand rubbed soothing circles on your lower back as you adjusted to his full length buried inside you. After a few moments, your whimpers quieted down and you could feel your pussy starting to relax around his thick shaft. Somehow, your tight hole was getting used to him. "There we go... you're getting used to me, aren't you?" He chuckled softly, his hips making tiny movements inside you as he felt your walls starting to grip him possessively instead of painfully. It was clear that your body was adapting and your innocent curiosity was leading you straight into obsession with his massive cock. "You like having me inside you, sweet girl?"
You tried to nod, but your body was still recovering from the shock of being completely filled by his length. Your walls were clenched and fluttering around him tightly, yet your innocent eyes were begging for more despite the obvious pain. He tilted your chin up, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, sweetheart... you want me to fuck you?"
Your innocent head nodded rapidly, your body understanding exactly what he meant despite your inexperience. "Please- yes please.." You wanted that massive cock to move inside you, wanted him to fuck your pussy until you saw stars. "That's my girl..." He groaned, grabbing your hips firmly. "Hold onto my neck, baby..." Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck, your hands gripping his shoulders as you prepared yourself. He lifted your hips slowly, pulling his massive cock out until just the thick head remained inside your fluttering entrance. Then, he slammed you back down.
"Mmphâ!" You cried out as he filled you completely in one brutal thrust. "Fuck... such a good little pussy..." He began pumping you slowly, carefullyâpulling his massive cock out until just the head remained before slamming it back into your pussy. Each thrust made your small body jolt and bounce on his lap, your innocent eyes rolling back in pleasure. "That's it... take it all, baby..." He praised, his hips snapping up to meet your downward movements.
You were bouncing on his cock now, your body learning its new purpose which was to take his big length over and over again. Each slam made your pussy gush around him, your earlier pain completely replaced by overwhelming pleasure. You were making wet squelching noises with each thrust, your walls milking his cock greedily. "Such a good girl..." You couldn't even form words anymore just broken whimpers and gasps escaping your lips. Your head was thrown back, your innocent mind couldn't handle the pleasure.
He chuckled darkly at your inability to speak, your little sounds turning into breathless cries every time he slammed you down onto his length. Your body was going limp, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him stretching you open perfectly. "So cute when you're fucked dumb, baby..." His grip tightened on your waist, speeding up the thrusts slightly.
Your eyes were drooping, your walls fluttering erratically around him as you teetered on the edge. He could feel your pussy getting wetter, your hips starting to move on their ownâbouncing desperately onto his thick cock. "That's it... cum for me..." He growled against your ear, one hand sliding up to roughly grip your throat.
Your eyes rolled back again, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as he hit that perfect spot inside you. Your walls were spasming around him so tightly it was a wonder he could pull out at allâbut he did, enjoying the feel of your pussy snapping shut behind him. "Fuck, you're so cute.."
Hi guys I hope you missed me so so much ykđâïž anyways um I hope you guys like dis one I cooked up!
have we talked about morning sex w/ bakugou? i'm sure we have but imma say it anyway bc the whole concept is domestic and fluffy to me sksks
â would rather not live at all than to live this life without you
bakugou katsuki x f!reader
cw: minors dni, very soppy in love relationship, yn stressed, morning sex, unprotected penetration, yn sucks his thumb, crybaby yn, bkg best boyf ever, princess/babe/good girl petnames
as soon as you succumb to consciousness, you roll out of bakugouâs arms to lay on your back.
âfuck.â
itâs you starting the day with a swear, a big sigh and the bottom of your palms in your eye sockets.
bakugou awakes the second you slip out his arms because even unconsciously he knows something is wrong with you. he blinks at you slowly like a loving cat, sleepy creases by his eyes and running his tongue across his teeth like heâs checking theyâre all there.
âcuddle me, woman.â he grunts, head turned on the pillow to focus on your face.
you ignore him, âiâve got so much shit to do today.â youâre groaning, pulling your hands off your face to look back at your lover.
heâs so handsome in the mornings.
âwe need time apart. youâre startinâ to sound like me.â
âi thought weâve already had the conversation that girls swear too.â
heâs still blinking at you, a slow smile rising on your faces.
âfuckinâ cuddle me, woman.â
bakugou even lifts his arm out of the warmth under the covers so you can slide your body beside his.
itâs an early morning staring contest that doesnât last long at all before his eyes are drooping closed and youâre sinking into his warm cocoon.
you rest your cheek on his bare pectoral, heâs always a shirtless sleeper, cocking your leg across his waist where you can feel the fabric of his underwear. his arm is strong around you so youâve got no chance of escaping.
âtell me what weâve got to do today,â he breathes above you pressing a light kiss on your forehead.
another sigh passes you though your heart swells at the pronoun change. we, always we.
âwork, maid of honour duties, more work, final assignments, my father has a list of things he wants from me, have to call my landlord, so many emails to reply to, i need to get my dress tailored for the event weâre going to next weekâŠ,â you trail off, your voice becoming shaky by the end.
youâre overwhelmed by everything. the change in your tone has bakugou opening his eyes to look down at you, pressing another kiss to your forehead, rubbing your back with his hand and squeezing your thigh.
âwhat can i help with, princess?â he rumbles and you peep up to look at him.
to anyone else he looks annoyed, frowny eyebrows, expression serious like he could curse you out and his jaw clenched. thatâs not the truth though. you feeling upset makes him uncomfortable in a way he canât explain. like thereâs a nagging in his head that everything needs to be fixed. needs to be sorted so you can feel better again.
ân-nothing really. itâs all on me.â
you hug around his chest, focusing on the slope of his nose to distract you from his piercing eyes.
âsend me the list your dad sent you. i can do whateverâs on that. iâll give your dress to my usual tailor. donât worry about that. we can call your landlord after we shower,â he states, no question about it. he nuzzles back into the pillow, swallowing and hugging you tighter.
bakugou makes everything feel possible and instantly, your mental list feels shorter. a weight off your shoulders.
âisnât the wedding in six months? iâm sure they can wait on the colour of fuckinâ napkins. so, that leaves you your assignments and work,â bakugou inhales deeply like sorting out your life was an easy task.
then he rolls you on your back, still caught by slumber to rest his massive body on top of yours. he stuffs his head in your neck and begins laying kisses across the length of it. his hand sneaks under your camisole and just stays there.
âis that okay?â he grumbles, lips brushing against your neck, âyouâre not swearinâ like a fuckinâ sailor anymore?â
âyes.â
âcanât hear you.â
âyes.â
âhm. just ask for help next time, babe.â
now your breath is shaky for a whole other reason. especially when the hand bakugouâs got resting on your chest is inching a little higher, curving around your side so he can rub his thumb under your breast. his kisses are slow, on your neck, your jawline, behind your ear. his lips are moist in the morning, nibbling on your earlobe and you canât control the moan that erupts from you.
âi love you, katsuki,â you breathe, stretching your neck and arching your back to his touch.
he laughs rough on your neck. you needy under him is always his favourite sight to see. especially in the mornings where youâre all warm from your conjoined body heat, straps to your tank top falling off your shoulders and heâs already hard in his boxers from a dream he canât remember. you smell good too and you always taste sweeter.
âlove you too, princess.â and when you shuffle under him, you can feel his cock against your upper thigh. a blissful sigh flutters past your lips, your hand resting over his ass. he can cure your stress in more ways than one.
his face is stuffed in your neck making out with any bit of skin he can get on, minus your lips. for a moment, you pull bakugouâs face up, stopping the sweet sensation on your neck so he can look at you. you get lethargic ruby eyes staring at you, a hand on each of his cheeks. bakugou rests up on one forearm, his other hand squeezing at your breast.
âoh.â
the tiny smirk he gives you makes you cross your legs over each other.
âwhatâs up, pretty girl? got me starinâ at you.â he does as he says, studying your lips as you squish his cheeks between your hands.
âwant a kiss.â
âiâve been kissinâ you.â he smirks.
âon my lips, you loser.â
itâs too early to argue back and youâre too pretty in the morning for him to even want to. youâre the only person who can talk to him like this. the only person he wants to.
âi can do that. just for the lil tantrum you had.â
bakugou pecks your lips before you can argue. itâs never too early for you to.
âi didnât haveâ,â
he kisses you again, deep. mouth pressed to yours, tongue out to suck on your bottom lip. he caresses your tit and itâs about time for him to begin grinding into you. you open your legs wider for him to fit, his cock rubbing across your centre.
youâre rocking into his body, tilting your hips so he gets you where you love. youâre koala hugging him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist and youâre about to moan into his mouth when bakugou pulls away.
âi didnât have a lil tantrum,â youâre breathless, pressing your breasts into his chest, hand sneaking up to grasp his hair.
bakugou kisses your cheek, âyou did and thatâs fine. always gonna be here for you.â he rolls his hips into you, roughly yanking down his boxers to rub his bare cock against your clothed pussy. âyou know that, donât you?â
âdonât start being sweet or iâll start crying.â
you hook two fingers in your panties, pulling them to the side and you both let out a moan when you touch. the two thick veins that run up his cock brush against your clit deliciously, you could write sonnets about how it makes you feel, the fireworks lighting up your insides.
âcry, then. i can handle that too, princess,â he grunts, biting down on his lip and trying hard not to focus too much on how heâs feeling. he cannot nut yet. âfuckinâ put me inside you.â
the slow grind makes you gasp. the sleepy coordinated rhythm you create together, the thickening sex filled air and the streak of golden sunlight through his curtains glowing across the sheets. youâre whining his name and he loves it. you grip his cock, circling your fingers around him and smiling when he twitches. you brush his cock head down your centre, collecting the wetness that had gathered from his slick kisses on your neck.
âyâso wet baby,â he moans into your ear and your hips jolt without meaning to, causing him to slip right into you.
âoh, âsuki,â you hold him at the base to keep him in, your soft walls hugging him tight.
bakugou drops his head into your neck and begins to thrust, a steady pace that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. you feel him in your guts, pressing all the points you need and all the stress you had before doesnât exist.
itâs sloppy and loud, wet pats that has bakugou growling in your neck.
âalways gonna handle you, baby. yâgonna have no problems with me around,â teeth nibble at your jaw as his hips pick up speed. âg-gonnaâ fuckâ gonna keep you fuckinâ happy.â
tears prickle at the corner of your eyes because of what heâs saying or how good heâs making you feel, you canât decide yet.
âmore, âsuki,â you beg and bakugou knows exactly what you need.
âopen up,â he murmurs and you open your mouth, your tongue on your lip.
he slides his thumb across your tongue, twitching inside of you when your lips circle around his finger. you hold eye contact with him because you know he loves when you do in this position. his ruby eyes stare into you with something you can only explain as love, adoration. completely secure that he will look after you in anyway you need.
âgood girl,â he hums, as your cheeks concave in to suck. he notices the tears running down the side of your face. âyouâre so fuckinâ perfect.â
then he slides his thumb out your mouth and pushes it between your legs to rub circles on your clit.
now youâre overwhelmed in a completely different way. your body is moving without any connection to your brain, all on instinct to reach the pleasure youâre begging for. your back arches from feeling so full, the concentration on your bud of nerves and your lover staring at you like youâre the only one to ever exist.
âoh, shit,â youâre close, so close. arms cross around his neck to pull him closer to you, that skin to skin still isnât enough, âalmost there, i love you so much âsuki.â
your voice can do it alone for bakugou. paired with how youâre locking your ankles across his back so he canât leave and youâre crying over him. he didnât know he still had space to love you even more.
his voice is growly, vibrations that you can feel in your chest. âlove you more than life. gonna keep you safe, urgh fuâ,â
the cord inside you snaps, a squeal leaving your throat as your orgasm rushes through you. âoh myâ katsuki,â you feel blood leave your toes, your brain fill with serenity and the warmth of your lover makes you feel protected. itâs a gorgeous feeling and he makes it last as long as possible, thrusting slowly with his fingers on your clit.
until bakugou bursts, coming right after you. he jolts thrice, leaking his come into you, so much itâs dripping out. he clutches onto your side, one arm holding himself up as you push his hair out his face so you can see his scrunched up expression.
âmotherfucker,â he murmurs through clenched teeth and when heâs finally done he flops on top of you, all his body weight.
you stay like that for a minute, wiping any stray tears as he circles his arms around you. you would stay in this position for forever if you could justâ
âbreathe, canât breathe katsuki,â you huff and he groans in your neck when he hears you.
he just holds on to your body, rolling over so youâre hugging on both your sides. heâs still limp inside of you.
heâs sleepy, always is after coming. lips bruised and slightly pouted on the pillow, eyes closed as his thumb rubs along the lace trim of your underwear.
you brush your fingers through his hair.
âiâm lucky to have you.â
âthis has been a really soppy morninâ.â he whispers with an attitude so you pinch his side to have him perk up. his eyes snap open and he doesnât mean to kiss your forehead but itâs right there.
âi said iâm lucky to have you,â you repeat seriously, counting the maroon flecks in his eyes, hoping he can see all the feelings youâre unable to explain.
âiâm lucky to have you too,â now he pecks your lips, âmeant what i said earlier. no problems when iâm around.â
you feel loved, so swollen with it that again, tears are gathering at your waterline.
âno, no more tears. weâre gonna get cleaned up,â he brushes his thumb under your eye, âyouâve got calls to make and iâve got dresses to deal with.â
âokay.â you nod, blinking the tears away.
then bakugou pulls out of you, adjusting your underwear so it wonât be as messy and then scoops you into his arms to plop you into the shower with him.
đ đđđ!! â Husband!Gojo x gn!reader
just absolute crack
âKing Juliaaaann,â you hear the grating voice of your husband come from the entryway as the front door shuts with a heavy thud. âKing Juliaaaannn where are youuu??â
Burying your head into the pillow, you let out a low groan, one that comes from deep within the soul.
Looks like that traitorous pillow did nothing to at least muffle your absolute fucking misery, judging by the way your husbandâs tone changes. âOh King Juliaaann, you cannot hide from me.â
The door to your shared bedroom opens a second later, revealing the man you chose to marry, which you heavily question past-you for doing in this moment.
âSatoru, what are you doing now?â You sigh at the white-haired man who flops onto the bed next to you with a grin so wide youâre wondering how it doesnât split his face.
He clutches his chest when you call out his name, kicking his feet like a little fucking school girl. âKing Julian has acknowledged me. I will never forget this day.â
Youâve always known your husband to be a little oddball, but this shit genuinely has you at your wits end.
Just last week the two of you were watching Madagascar with your daughterâwho was absolutely in love with the movie, little giggles spilling all throughout the movie. One thing led to another, and your daughter suddenly gasped and announced that âDaddy is just like Mort!ââher way of saying Satoru was utterly obsessed with you.
The thing is, she wasnât wrong; your husband absolutely dotes on you any time he can, but to compare him to Mort of all things? The little freak with twelve past wives and a foot fetish?
âŠYeah.
And now here he is, making your life like a living hell.
âYou know you donât have to do this shit when weâre alone, right?â Your daughter isnât even home for Christ sake!
Sure, itâs cute when she giggles when he imitates Mort, but not when the two of you are completely alone.
âIs King Julian unhappy with Mort?â The pout on his face and the puppy dog eyes make your heart melt. âMort can make it up to King Julian.â âŠaaaand itâs gone, heart back to ice.
Before you can even do anything, heâs already lunging for you, one hand grabbing your waist while the other trails down your leg. âBut first, the feet must be free!â
A laugh bubbles up despite your initial annoyanceâhalf because of the fact that Satoruâs fingers are digging into a sensitive spot, half because you canât stay annoyed at your husband for long.
âGet off me you freak.â You kick your legs a little, putting in no real effort to get him off you.
He grins back up at you, one hand already slipping one of your socks off your feet. âNever.â
He does eventually after fucking your brains out while sucking on your toes (he has to stay in character somehow).
Warnings: somnophilia, dub con, non con? (you donât know whoâs actually between your thighs), nsfwđ (megumi is aged up to 19) this is a long one~
dating a man in his early fourtiesâ who has a nineteen year old son can be difficult, being that youâre in your early twenties and closer to megumiâs age than his dad. but when toji wakes you up with his head between your thighs, you think maybe itâs not so bad.
you can feel his shaky, deep, hot breath fan against your bare pussy, he likely yanked your panties to the side before you woke. but oddly, heâs not even touching you or licking at you. heâs simply lying between your legs with his two flat palms pressed softly into your inner thighs to keep them open, you blink your tired eyes open at the buldge of his head under the blanket with confusion.
âbaby? what are youâ â you question tiredly, cutting yourself off with a soft gasp when you feel a single finger press against your nub. he doesnât even swipe it or circle it, he just presses down on it like a button.
your brows furrow a bit and you grip the blanket to see what heâs doing but before you can lift it, his finger starts to circle your clit agonizingly slow causing you to let go of the blanket and breathe deeply in soft pleasure, eyes closing and brows raising slowly
âmmmâ so gentleâ you coo at him with a slight teasing to your tone, grinding your hips into his finger which seems to motivate him to add another to swipe slowly against your throbbing nub. tojiâs never so gentle, usually ravishing you with his tongue or slamming you against his fingers or cock. not to mention, heâs being so quiet, normally heâd be teasing you by now
âwhy are you being so quietâ f-fuck!â as if heâs intentionally cutting you off, he quickly presses his flat tongue over your clit in place of his fingers. but he doesnât move it, he simply adds pressure. you feel so pent up, likely because heâs been toying with you long before you awoke, that the soft natural shake of his tongue is driving you crazy
âstop teasing me, toji,â you whine pathetically, still half asleep, attempting to grind your hips against his tongue. but you donât get far because he wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down with such strength that it hurts
you sit up with a hiss, leaning on your elbows and adjusting your hips as much as he allows, to get more comfortable
his unmoving tongue begins to make slow basic licks up against your clit, ignoring your attempt to adjust your position. it seems like heâs not using any technique, like heâs just gliding his tongue over the entirety of your clit instead of targeting the underside of it or the side. it works to stimulate every nerve within your little bundle softly, and gently.
âs-shitâ that feels really good,â you coo between deep breaths, head tilting back and hands gripping the sheets. little moans start to escape your throat, your legs beginning to subtly shake in need. itâs like heâs teasing you intentionally, that or he doesnât know what heâs doing. but forty-one year old toji is experienced to say the least so it canât be the latter.
you whine after minutes of this taunting, wanting more. âtoji, baby, this is sweet and all but i need more.â
and as if punishing you, he nips at your clit, causing you to jolt and squeak in surprise. itâs as if heâs silently saying, âyouâll take what i give you.â
you pout and whine dramatically in protest, but that quickly turns into a confused tilt to your head, eyes peeking open at the bulge of his head when he pulls his tongue away and uses one hand to spread your lips apart. you wait for some kind of touch, his tongue or his fingers but it doesnât come. itâs as if heâs analyzing your pussy, heâs most definitely just looking at it because heâs not even stimulating you now.
youâve only ever been insecure with toji when you first started getting intimate, but that quickly changed as toji praised your body relentlessly the entirety of your first time together. but now, heat arises on your cheeks as he just stares at your throbbing pussy. it definitely doesnât help that you canât even see his expression or know why heâs doing this
âwhatâs gotten into you, toji? quit it,â you whine, reaching to pull the blanket up once again but before you can, he harshly takes hold of your wrist with the hand connected to the arm wrapped around your thigh and holds it against your lower belly as to stop you from moving. itâs so dark that you can barely see his hand around your wrist
you tsk, pouty and irritated as he continues to stare. before you can say something else, he suddenly closes your pussy lips until they touch each other with the same fingers that were holding them apart. you gasp softly in surprise, only becoming more confused when he opens your lips again, it feels weirdly good and extremely teasing. he continues to slowly repeat the motion a few times over, and you canât help but feel awkward and embarrassed as your squelching fills the room. itâs like heâs curious how pussy folds and lips work. you arenât sure if this is due to his age, maybe something guys of his time used to do? but it confuses you
âtoji, i swear to god,â you groan at him, impatiently. and itâs like he just doesnât care because even though he stops opening and closing your pussy like an accordion, he starts to brush his fingers through your small patch of hair above your pussy instead. he does it like heâs brushing his fingers through the hair on your head. and itâs just too weird to feel pleasing. toji had told you he liked when you grew out a lil patch for him because when he sheathes his cock completely inside, your pubes combine and he thinks itâs romantic. you donât question it, heâs an older man after all, thereâs a lot of things he prefers that you donât quite understand.
you pull against his grip on your wrist frustratedly and when he doesnât relent, grip instead becoming harsher, you use your free hand to reach under the blanket in attempt to grip his hair and push his head down to -get to work, so to speak.
frankly, youâre exhausted, itâs gotta be something like one or two am and you had a long day yesterday. it seems like he just woke you up to toy with you and you genuinely have no idea how he has the energy to pull this shit when heâs been working his ass off at work recently. you guys hadnât even had the chance to fuck the last few days.
just when your fingers feel the tips of his hair, his hand that was brushing through your pubes snaps up and brings it down to join your other hand in prison. it happens so fast that you feel like you have whiplash. he transfers both of your wrists to one hand, his one hand being large enough to encase both. he uses his now free hand to keep your thigh open for him.
âso mean,â you whine loudly, âyou know i like to touch you.â you grumble, pulling sharply against his hand holding your wrists in resistance. itâs not unusual for toji to be controlling or demanding in a âmeanâ way but heâs never kept you from touching him, especially when heâs between your thighs. and though your intention was to push his face into your folds, itâs not like you donât wish to simply touch him too.
then, you feel a cool breeze of air blow against your wet folds, causing you to shiver and hiss in mild relief. your chasm clenches and your nub twitches from the stimulus and after a moment of seemingly watching your pussy react, he does it again.
now, youâve never growled in your life and why would you? but you find your fed-up self growling in annoyance. your growling threat does make him move on, but not to what you need. you gasp as he uses two fingers to pull the hood of your clit back to expose your sensitive nub.
embarrassment is bursting at the seams but not as much as confusion is. and just when youâre about to say fuck this and utter your safe word so you can finally go to sleep, he lays his tongue against your exposed clit. it feels as though electricity shoots through your body. a shockingly loud whimper strangles out of your throat and your eyes clench shut when he starts to kitten lick it.
âw-what the fu- what are you doing- too much!â you shout at him, head tossing back and forth with eyes clenched shut as your toes curl. it hurts just as much as it feels euphoric, half of you wants him to stop and half hopes to god he doesnât. your thighs close and open around his head sporadically in futile attempt to cope. if you werenât in such a distraught state, maybe youâd have noticed how his hair feels a bit different on your thighs, shorter layers on the top that are sticking out in all different kinds of directions.
after he seems to have his fill of torturing you, he lets go of your hood and allows it to cover your exposed nerve again. you sigh deeply in relief, taking deep breaths and relax your clenching eyes into gently closed, relaxed ones. you throb painfully as arousal leaks from your hole, trials down your ass, and pools on the sheetsâ itâs as if your pussy is crying and if it could cry, it would be.
then, after just a breath of a break, you feel one of his fingers make contact with the lowest part of your pussy. your brows twitch in confusion as he attempts to push it inside, quickly realizing your chasm curves up a bit when his fingertip push against your bottom wall as your other walls cling to him
he twists that finger into you slowly and awkwardly, opening you up and working you open as the room fills with gasps and wet mushing sounds
but even though youâre moderately wet, it still stings when he tries to add another finger before even getting the first one in all the way. you hiss, hips attempting to jolt away from his insertion.
ânghâhurts,â you whine, hinting to stimulate your clit while he fucks his fingers into you to ease you into the intrusion but instead, he freezes. a beat passes as you await his next move. but he doesnât do anything.
itâs not the craziest idea that toji is just teasing you intentionally but something feels off. but youâre so tired and heâs been taunting you this entire time, so you help him.
âyour tongue, wanâ your tongue,â you coo at him, impatiently. instantly, he takes your advice.
but you arenât prepared for the speed he fucks his fingers into you when he finally starts sloppily making out with your clit. you practically scream at his force, back arching off of the bed, itâs not harder than heâs ever fingered you but its definitely faster. and itâs odd because the way heâs finger fucking you is so sloppy, no direction and no technique. it reminds you of your high school boyfriend when he finally got his fingers in you, toji can be so impatient sometimes. you assume heâs just fingering you to prep you for his cock and not for your pleasure.
so when one of his jabs push against your top wall where your sweet spot is, you moan loudly.
âthere! right there! please!â you beg, whining and legs now shaking something violent.
you canât help but babble âthank youâsâ over and over like a prayer when he listens, immediately focusing on your g-spot.
you get so loud that you start to bite harshly on your bottom lip in attempt to stay quiet.
âm-megumi! heâs sleeping, canât stay quietâ s-slow down!â you slur out, eyes rolled back and thighs basically crushing his head with force. the morning breakfast with megumi after an intimate night with toji is always awkward to say the least. heâs kind enough to act as though he didnât hear anything but you know he did
and for the first time all night, he moans against your pussy from your words. you can barely hear it over your desperate moans and squelching. the only reason you know he did is because the vibrations of it rip through you.
your high sneaks up on you so harshly and quickly that you feel as though you black out for more than a few moments as tears fall from your eyes.
âc-cumming!â is all you can grit out, and itâs not like you had to tell him that, he can feel your pussy tighten around his fingers like a vice. somehow youâre not so out of it as to not notice the stutter in his movements, the way the bed creaks where he lies on his stomach, and how he pathetically groans louder than ever. youâre not an idiot, he just came in his pants.
and maybe itâs the fact that he jizzed his pants from just eating you out, his sounds, the abuse of your g-spot, or the painfully annoying teasing he conflicted on you leading to this but you cum harder than you have in weeks. your orgasm lasts minutes and you see fucking white.
as you come down, you whimper as you grind your hips against his face. he catches onto what youâre doing and sticks his tongue out eagerly, slipping his fingers from your sticky, slippery hole to allow you to focus on his tongue.
âoh baby, youâve gotta start teasing me more often. that wasâ fucking amazing,â you praise, catching your breath and slowing your grinding. even though it was a little too slow sometimes, it was nice to feel toji being so gentle and taking his time with you for once.
he again, stays quiet to your dismay but he collects the cum escaping your chasm with his eager tongue, making you whimper in overstimulation.
âjesus. you really missed me, huh?â you breathe out deeply in relief and he pecks your clit one last time in affection, as if silently saying âyour welcome,â before letting go of your bruised wrists and readjusting your panties to cover you again.
and though itâs a bit odd that heâs been so silent tonight, when his silhouette crawls out of under the blanket and slips out of the dark room, you think nothing of it. tojiâs always getting up to get water or a snack after you fuck. âhurry upâ wanâ cuddleâ you slur out, groggily as your heavy eyes fall closed
youâre so tired from the day before that you allow yourself to close your eyes and drift to sleep, the post orgasm relaxation taking over. toji will wake you up if he wants to fuck or cuddle when he comes back, you assume he will so itâs no big deal
waking up the next morning, you turn on your side and cuddle into tojiâs bulky body lying beside you, nuzzling your head into his chest before opening your eyes to look up at him.
âwow~ goodmorning, little one. what did i do to earn such a cute greeting this morning?â tojiâs deep voice inquires as he wraps an arm around you and squeezes the fat of your ass, heâs likely been awake for a few minutes before you.
âcanât a girl just be happy to wake up next to her sexy boyfriend for no reason?â you tease with a playful smile, big doe eyes gazing up at him, subtly grinding your panty-clad pussy into his thigh. the gusset of your panties are still a bit damp from having not changed out of them last night
he smirks down at you and lays a long kiss onto your lips, humming into you before parting and peppering your neck with kisses that make you giggle as he holds you deep into himself.
âhow lucky am i? you still find this old man attractive, sweetheart?â he mumbles into your neck and you giggle.
âi donât know.. youâre getting a bit slow these days, old man.â you tease, biting your lip as you smile up at him playfully.
you squeak when he flips you over and pins you down by your wrists. he leans into your ear and nibbles on it. âcareful, this old man is getting real close to fucking that attitude right out of you, girl.â
you nudge the side of your head against his affectionately and hum, seductively. âoh yeah? you all talk or are you actually gonna do it?â you wrap your legs around his hips and lift yours to grind against his hardening cock through his sweatpants.
he chuckles and pulls away from your ear to look you in the eye, gaze flickering down at your unrelenting hips with a clench to his jaw. âfuckk, i wish i could baby.â
and immediately you whine, a pout forming on your lips. ânoo, again? youâre really gonna go to work now?â
you love being tojiâs little housewife but heâs been so busy lately. the only company you have is megumi and his friends while heâs away and it gets so awkward since youâre all around the same age
he gives you one last peck to your lips and you chase his lips as he parts from you. he sits at the edge of the bed before stretching and grunting, loudly.
âsorry, sweet girl. wish i could say iâd be back later but âfraid itâd gonna be a long one. iâll be back in a few days.â he sighs as he stands and enters the master bathroom to brush his teeth
you groan to yourself dramatically, pouting as you lay back with your eyes closed. âshiu might as well be your girlfriend at this point.â
âiâll make it up to you when i get back, baby.â toji shouts to you as the faucet turns on. you know he hates leaving you like this too but someoneâs gotta pay the bills, heâs got you and a kid to support after all
you sigh, thereâs no use in making him feel worse than he already does so you put on a playful smile and press your thighs together.
âoh really? iâm still sad you didnât wake me up to fuck last night after you ate me out like that.â you sing at him, seductively causing him to chuckle deeply.
âlast night? you want this old man so bad that youâre dreaming about my tongue now? i was at work last night sweetheart, didnât get back till late.â he shouts back at you, you can tell heâs speaking with his toothbrush in his mouth.
you immediately shoot upright with blinking eyes, suddenly wide awake. you chuckle, nervously as your face drains of blood. thereâs just no way that was a dream, it was so vivid. you quickly check your wrists and sure enough, you have slight bruises forming on them of finger printsâ but theyâre not prominent enough to be sure.
âa-are you sure? it felt so real,â you gulp, almost speaking more to yourself than him.
âvery sure. got here like three hours ago, was wondering why your panties were so wet. naughty, naughty girl.â he teases you, thinking nothing of your dream
you look down at your panties and your brows twitch in confusion. your pussy feels all kinds of sensitive, like it always is the morning after getting sexy with toji. can wet dreams get that vivid to where you can feel the after effects of it?
you shake your head and stand up before changing your panties and slipping on some sweatpants. thereâs no use in dwelling on it, itâs not like someone broke in last night to eat you out and then left, right?
âpancakes this morning?â you inquire as you open the bedroom door.
âehâtoo sweet, toast? kind of in a hurry,â toji calls back as the shower turns on.
âokay, baby.â you call back before leaving your bedroom and entering the kitchen.
as you put on the coffee pot for toji, you hear megumi walk in with a yawn behind you before he takes a seat at the kitchen table. you clench your eyes shut briefly in embarrassment. you arenât sure if he heard you having a wet dream last night or if you even made any noise at all
âgood morning, megumi.â you greet him, kindly as you lean your back against the counter to face him.
he hums groggily and offers a small smile. you exhale in relief, usually megumi wonât make eye contact after a night of hearing you and toji fuck so you figure youâre in the clear.
âiâm making toast for your dad but iâm down to make whatever if youâre craving something specific.â you cheerfully offer as you throw some bread in the toaster.
âuh- no itâs okay. iâll make my own.â he voices as he turns on his phone to scroll on it. megumiâs always rejecting your offers to make him food, do his dishes, or his laundry. you can tell he thinks itâs weird that youâre only a year older than him and acting like his mom while fucking his dad. but still, megumi is hard to read, heâs even more bitch-faced than his father is.
you sigh and put on a small smile. âokay, let me know if you change your mind.â
and then itâs pretty silent until toji comes in, showered and holding his work bag.
toji downs the coffee you offer him quickly and shoves a piece of toast in his mouth before he pulls you in and slaps your ass then grips it, making you squeak and blush with megumi just feet away on his phone.
ât-toji!â you gasp at him, futilely pushing his chest away as he chuckles and finally lets go of your ass but he still holds you close.
âoh hush. he doesnât care, do ya, kid?â toji nonchalantly asks megumi as he takes a long wiff of your neck.
megumi simply sighs, clearly annoyed with his father like usual.
ignorant toji kisses you deeply before reluctantly letting you go and snatching the other piece of toast you made him.
âbe back soon,â you pout lovingly, following him to the front door before he opens it and turns to you.
âiâll miss you too, sweet girl. iâll call you.â he looks down at you with affection and sighs as he finally exits with a wave.
you watch him pull out of the driveway and leave as you chew on the inside of your cheek.
you fiddle with the lock on the front door and it seems to be working fine.
once youâre back in the kitchen, you sit at the kitchen island and lean your chin onto your palm as you watch megumi cook for himself, back facing you by the stove. you just canât drop the idea that your âdreamâ wasnât just a dream. the way toji poked and prodded at you like a teenage virgin was so oddâ not to mention how he didnât speak or let you touch him.
âhowâd you sleep?â you inquire and megumi stops moving the spatula around in the pan when you speak briefly before clearing his throat and then continuing.
âgood. why?â
âjust wondering, do you know for sure if i locked the door last night before we went to sleep?â you ask, obviously not wanting to scare him into thinking someone broke inâ but at this point itâs a possibility.
âuh- i think you did, what happened?â megumi inquires, not even turning to face you as he stirs his eggs
you sigh and blink down at the counter top, ânothing, nothing.â
now, he turns to you with his natural lidded eyes and indifferent face but he seems more observant of you right now.
âyou think someone broke in or something?â he huffs out of his nose but he doesnât even smile, as if heâs more focused on how you react.
you gulp. âi- probably not. iâm being ridiculous.â you wave him off.
and he simply hums before turning back to his eggs.âsomething happen?â he asks after a few moments of thinking to himself.
itâs not like you can just flat out tell your boyfriendâs son you think someone broke in to eat you out and left.
âjust didnât know when toji came in last night.â you utter, as if thatâs a plausible explanation for thinking someone broke in.
âthink it was four.â megumi hums, turning back to face you once again with his natural, bored gaze.
you blink at the counter and then up at him with a confused twitch to your brows. âyou.. you were up last night?â
and you gulp as you gaze at his hair that sticks out from all directions, unlike his father.
he hums in confirmation, the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips as his gaze flicks down to your bruised wrists, his smile so faint that youâd believe it wasnât actually there. lips that make you think about if you ever felt tojiâs scar on your pussy last night.
your breathing begins to quicken but youâre deep in denial, your mind protecting you by forcing yourself to deny the idea that megumi could have been the man between your thighs last night.
âo-oh, couldnât sleep?â you inquire, attempting to steady your voice and hold a normal looking smile. honestly you couldnât care less that he couldnât sleep, but at this point, youâre trying to continue the conversation like normal so he doesnât suspect that you know anything.
hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses đ«Ąđ«Ą
GO HOME! (2.5k)
â bakugou katsuki x reader
your boyfriend doesnât want to go home.
cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame
âi can hear you not putting your shoes on!â you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.
itâs nearing eleven pm on a weekday and youâre nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.
youâre screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.
bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time heâs appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.
youâre his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till heâs forcefully pulled from your grip.
his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. heâs even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.
heâs got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasnât even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.
you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.
bakugou does not want to go home.
âbaby. go,â you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.
you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare youâve ever experienced from him, though itâs still miles below the ones he gives at work.Â
calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.
âyou fuckinâ hate me,â he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. âgettinâ rid of me like this.â
you donât miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all youâve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.
âi donât want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,â you smile, taller than him as he sits.
he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and youâre right in front of him.
itâs like heâs fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.
he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.
for you, itâs easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.
âyou want me to piss off so you can watch love island,â he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. thereâs a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.
you know for a fact youâre the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he canât come in tomorrow. say heâs sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.
âi do have a load of episodes to catch up on since youâve been here,â you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.
heâs a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled manâs body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.
âjust say you hate me,â he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.
you donât give in just yet.
âi love you but youâve gotta go. youâll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,â you smile.
he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. âyeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.â
you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.
âyou need to put your shoes onâ,â
âyou look so pretty like this,â he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.
you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what heâs doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.
he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.
your soft pastel pink boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you donât miss bakugouâs gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.
he looks as if heâs about to moan or take a bite out of you. you canât tell yet. you donât mind either.
âkatsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,â you look to your clock beside your front door. âan hour and a half ago.â
bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.
âi wanna stay here with you.â
even though heâs being dramatic, youâll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.
you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. itâs only a peck but everything heâs feeling is translated through.
âyouâre killinâ me,â he says onto your lips.
âitâs not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,â you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
âiâm givinâ you a good fuckinâ when i see you again.â
âyou always do,â you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.
âfuck. fuck my life,â he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.
âit feels like youâre obsessed with me, kats,â you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.
he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.
âhm? you think?â he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. ââcourse i fuckinâ am. iâm cominâ right back to get you when iâm done.â
you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, âif you say so.â
âi do say so. i am sayinâ that,â he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.
you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesnât have to bend to kiss you.
ânext thursday, okay?â he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. âand still text me. iâll have my phone on me in the evenings.â
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.
âyes, dynamight sir,â you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.
âanother.â he whispers.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. itâs long, wet and pulses throughout your body.
you push your chest against his as if youâre trying to merge into one, bakugouâs fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.
itâs you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.
âbaby, no.â he complains.
since youâre the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.
âput me down now. youâve got to go.â you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, âneed you wide awake on the field so you donât get hurt. i donât wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.â
that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, heâs much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesnât want to scare or upset you. youâve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.
âmy pretty face?â he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. heâs still taking in his last few seconds.
you nod, âyes. come home safe to me.â
âi always do. donât have to doubt me, princess.â
the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.
as if itâs becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsukiâs always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.
despite you urging him to leave, it doesnât mean your heart doesnât ache.
âiâll miss you,â you say, eyes squeezed shut.
youâre just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. youâll see him next week.
âiâll miss you. gonna think about you when iâm on the camp site shittinâ in the woods.â
your laugh makes bakugouâs chest swell.
âyouâre so annoying.â
he shrugs.
with all the power heâs ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.
âiâm gonna go now.â he looks down your empty corridor, âi could stay over tonight and leave in the morninââ.â
âyouâre not waking me up at three.â
he turns to you with a frown.
âfine. another kiss, to wish me well,â he demands.
that you can do.
a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.
âanother. for good luck.â
you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.
itâs when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.
âgo now!â you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.
âfuck,â he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. âiâll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.â
âi always do!â
he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor.Â
bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, âi love you. canât wait to see you again.â
you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, âi love you too. iâll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.â
bakugou nods rapidly, âplease. i wonât be able to reply quickly but i will.â
âokay, iâll see you later.â
heâs about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.
âone last kiss then iâm outta your sight,â he promises.
you eagerly pull out from behind the door, âlast one! then you have to go!â
âyeah, yeah, yeahâ,â heâs rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly youâre up on your tiptoes.
itâs a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isnât one of his high risk ones, heck heâs going on his own because heâs so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.
you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. heâs not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.
itâs loud and messy. itâs trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. itâs bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.
your blonde sucks on your tongue and you donât mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. youâre wondering if thereâs time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.
the kiss only ends because youâre both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. thereâs giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.
you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.
âgoodbye now. for real, kats.â
he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. âbye baby. iâm hard now.â
âthatâs your own fault for begging for more kisses,â you grin.
he pouts, âhow couldnât i when you look likeâ,â
âbye katsuki. my tv is calling me!â
âfuck,â he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, âbye princess.â
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i. youâre standing outside a convenience store because satoruâs body refuses to go six hours without eating something sweet (read: two handfuls worth of snacks) so there you are, boredâwaiting for him to stop flirting with the cashier (old lady, 72, loving it).
heâs really taking forever. you scroll on your phone, suddenly remembering the pack to grab spearmint gum in your bag. itâs something to do. you grab it, pop a piece in your mouth, and think nothing of it.
big mistake.
youâre mid-chew, texting, when you feel satoru materialize behind you. that and the rustling of his plastic bags give him away . his chin hooks over your shoulder, breath warm against your ear.
âgum?â
you nod, not looking up. âyeah. want a piece?â
âmm.â his voice drops. âalready have one.â
before you can ask what that means, satoruâs hand cups your jawâgentle and firmâand turns your face toward him. he doesnât ask. he doesnât warn. he just leans in.
he kisses you slow and deliberate. you reciprocate after a moment, a motion mostly on instinct, which ends up giving him the right access. his tongue slides past your lips, not to deepen it, but to sweep.
satoru coaxes the gum from your mouth with an infuriatingly skilled curl of his tongue, pulling it into his own mouth with a soft, wet sound that has no right to make your stomach feel that way.
he pulls back and chews, his dimples showing as an unapologetic grin spreads across his face.
âmint,â he hums, like heâs tasting a fine wine. âgood choice.â
youâre frozen, face burning and brain short-circuiting.
he plucks the slick gum from his own mouth and presses it back to your lips with two fingers. âopen.â
you do. pathetically.
satoru pushes it past your teeth, taps your chin to close your mouth, and pats your cheek like youâre a good pet.
ânow we match,â he says sweetly. âshared flavor. shared spit. shared everything.â
then he turns, waves at the cashier, and strolls out of the store front like he didnât just ruin you in public.
ii. later during dinner, you both are eating something disgustingly sticky togetherâhoney-glazed chicken wings and melted s'mores, because satoru having zero self-control around sugar is nothing new.
your hands are messy. his hands are a crime scene.
you see him eyeing your hoodie. that soft, oversized, perfect fit that you love more than life itself.
âdonât.â
satoru freezes, hand hovering. eyes wide and innocent.
âdonât what?â
âdonât wipe those fingers on me, satoru. i swear to godââ
satoru gasps, offended. âi'd never.â
you stare. satoru holds your gaze. too long. then, with the exaggerated deliberation of a man performing a magic trick, he slowlyâso slowlyâwipes both hands down the front of his own white t-shirt.
dark streaks bloom across the fabric. he looks down at the mess, then back up at you.
âsee?â he beams. ârespectful. courteous. boyfriend of the year.â
you blink. âyou literally just ruined your shirt.â
âmy sacrifice.â he clutches his chest dramatically. âanything for you, my love. i would never defile your sacred hoodie. i would rather die.â
then he opens his arms wide.
ânow. hug.â
âno.â
âhug.â
âsatoru, your entire front isââ
satoru doesnât wait. he lunges, wraps his sticky, honey-drenched, s'more-crusted arms around you and squeezes. his open palms find your back. your shoulders. you try to save your hair.
you feel the tacky residue transfer. everywhere.
when he finally takes mercy and pulls back, both the front and back is a disaster of regret. and heâs grinning as if he contributed to your life in such a meaningful way.
âlooks good,â satoru says, tucking a sticky strand of hair behind your ear as you continue to scowl. he inspects the honey smeared across your hoodie with genuine satisfaction.
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