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݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ too rough 

353wc ~ bkg x reader, fluff, bkg not catching the vibe and being to rough w you.

katsuki comes home with adrenaline still humming under his skin. his hoodie is half unzipped, eyes sharp and warm and hungry when they land on you. you’re standing in the kitchen in one of your little cotton pyjama sets, stirring your bedtime tea. 

all he sees is you, not you’re shaky hands or your sad expression.

‘c’mere,’ he mutters, hands finding your hips immediately. he pulls you back against him, fingers squeezing instinctively, mouth brushing against your neck. normally, you’d melt into his touch and giggle at his teasing hands. but tonight, you don't.

his grip tightens just slightly as he leaves kisses on your neck. his fingers playfully sneak just under the elastic waistband of your shorts.

your breath catches and you lightly hold his wrist.

‘katsuki, not now-’ your voice wobbles. he freezes immediately and his hands loosen. he spins you around, so you're facing him.

his brows furrow when he sees your sad eyes, tears sitting heavy in your lashes.

‘oh baby, I'm so sorry. did I do that? he asks hesitantly.

you shake your head quickly, feeling embarrassed and grabbing him closer to you.

‘no, I just- I had a bad day.’ your lip trembles, ‘ just, being too rough.’

the panic in his expression melts into guilt, his hands move to rest softly on your arms. 

‘ ‘m so sorry baby, I was being too rough, huh?’

you nod and he pulls you into him properly. one hand slides up your body to cradle the back of your head.

‘what do you need? need me to fuck off?’ he says seriously, stroking your hair.

you laugh softly into his chest and look up to him.

‘no, I need you.’ you say holding onto him tightly. ‘let’s just.. cuddle and watch something, that okay?’

‘yes, c’mon.’ he says with this look in his eyes that tells you he would do anything you asked him to. he picks you up, your legs circling his waist and your head tucking into his neck. 

‘ ‘m so sorry, baby.’ he says, pecking the top of your head, carrying you to the sofa.

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( ˶˘ ³˘)♡ valentines massage

1.4k ~ bkg x f!reader, smut 18+ minors dni - handjob, sexy massage, making out LOL

you two never cared for valentine's day, it was just an excuse to have a fancy dinner and for you to finally wear the expensive lingerie katsuki occasionally buys for you. recently you haven't seen much of each other, he's constantly on patrol or at the agency, and you're always at work or in meetings. the day seems to drag on forever, this valentines feels needed, some time together finally! you keep absentmindedly checking your phone for a message but all you see is the last one he sent six hours ago.

katsuki: just left for patrol. left a smoothie in the fridge for you. love you.

6:43am read

when you finally get home, the apartment is quiet. you drop your bag and take off your shoes and then just sigh. you miss him. and it's kinda pathetic because you were literally sleeping right next to him hours ago.

you know he's going to come home exhausted so you decided to do something special for him. and it's also just something to do to make time pass by until he's home.

you flick on all the pretty lamps in the bedroom. the room fills with that soft orange glow you both like. you open your drawer and just stand there for a second, chewing on your lip.

it's silly. you're being silly.

it's just him. but still… you want to impress him.

your fingers skim past the usual cotton stuff and land on the red lacey set he bought you months ago. it's stupid expensive, way too special for everyday wear. you change quickly, sliding the lace up your hips and then landing in front of the mirror, smoothing your hands down your sides.

you look good, but surely you can't greet him like this? you look around looking for some sort of sexy cover-up but land on his white t-shirt he left on the back of the chair. he always said it was sexy when you wore his clothes, right? you pull it on and let it hang off one shoulder so the pretty strap peeks through.

he always complains about his muscles being sore and after all the work he's been doing lately, you know he’ll come home feeling like shit. you go into the bathroom cabinet and find the expensive massage oil katsuki received from some PR gift box months ago. you’ve used it on yourselves before, trying your best to get all the knots out of his back. honestly, he's way better at it than you, always insisting you look tense and using his big hands on you. you usually just melt and let him take care of you. but tonight you want to take care of him so you’ll try your best. 

eventually, you hear the front door rattling and katsuki's recognisable heavy footsteps. your heart jumps stupidly.

‘m’ home’ he calls out, rough and tired. he sounds exhausted, your chest aches a little when you see him. hair messy and flattened where his mask must’ve sat all day. his hoodie hangs off him, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. there's a faint crease between his eyebrows, his face is all tensed up, shoulders tight.

‘why’re you lookin’ at me like that.’

‘like what?’ 

‘like i’m dyin’ or some shit.’ he says it in his annoying, boyish tone. ruffling his hair with his hands with a sigh. he rolls his shoulder with a grimace. you step closer, fingers catching on the sleeve of his shirt.

‘c’mere.’ you mumble. ‘I wanna help you with something.’

he raises an eyebrow. ‘what’re you plannin’, huh?’

‘nothing weird,’ you huff, tugging him towards the bedroom. he follows behind you like he always does when he's too tired to argue. 

‘sit,’ you tell him, walking towards him and lightly pushing his chest so he falls onto the bed, propped up on his elbows. you step between his legs and push up his hoodie over his head, leaving him shirtless.

his eyes follow your movements and he sharply inhales as he sees where his shirt hangs loose against your collarbone. the lace strap peeking out doesn't go unnoticed. he reaches up, thumb hooking under the strap and then flicking it lightly back into your skin. you feel heat pool in between your legs. 

‘pretty. that for me?’ he asks, voice low.

‘maybe.’ you say with a teasing tone.

you rub your hands over his shoulders and all the way down to his wrists. his muscles shift under tired skin, shoulders rolling once again.

‘lie on your front,’ you say, nudging him lightly. he looks up at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk but follows your orders anyway. he stretches out on his stomach across the bed, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other hanging off the side.

you sit beside him, pouring a little massage oil onto your palm, then you straddle his hips, hovering over his lower back. 

‘you know I'm bad at this. so just… let me do this for you.’

he glances at you over his shoulder, ‘you're not bad, shut up.’

you rub the oil between your palms to warm it before pressing them against his shoulders. his muscles feel hard and tight. you press your thumbs into the base of his neck, working slow circles the way he does for you. 

‘...yeah,’ he mutters, voice muffled. ‘right there.’

you lean forward slightly, dragging your palms down the length of his shoulders and then back up again. his skin is warm under your touch. every time your fingers press into a knot, his jaw tightens - then slowly relaxes. you feel him loosen under you.

your hands drag slower now, thumbs tracing down the center of his back. his breath stutters, he looks back at you again, his eyes darker with a sleepy smirk. his hand reaches back suddenly, catching your wrist gently.

‘c’mere,’ he murmurs. he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him. his hands settle at your waist, bunching the fabric up so he can see your dainty, red underwear sitting sexily on your hips. he inhales, tracing fingers around the waistband as he starts kissing you desperately.

your hands slide up his chest slowly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. he tilts his head upwards when you press your lips just below his jaw. his fingers dig slightly into your hips.

‘...careful,’ he murmurs, voice rougher now.

you trail kisses lower, slow and deliberate. his head falls back against the mattress. your kisses start to get sloppy, they turn into little bites along his neck and chest. hands coming up to play with his chest.

‘shit, stop teasing,’ he exhales quietly. his hands are desperately grabbing your body, and eventually he peels his shirt off of you. he lets out a groan, stroking his big, warm hands over your sides. 

‘so beautiful, baby.’ he whispers, eyes grazing over your body. his thumbs brush over the cups of your detailed bra as he leans in to kiss you deeply. you reach down and roughly tug off his shorts and boxers, you take his half-hard cock into your hand, teasing him by tracing your fingers lightly down his length. he grabs your wrist, spitting into your hand and then guiding it down back to his sensitive cock. you rest your head on his shoulder looking down his body, your hot breath on his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses from his jaw to the top of his chest. one of his hands is resting on your back, keeping you next to him, the other grasps at the sheets. his head falls back on to the headboard as he lets out breathless moans. you keep at a steady pace, whispering out dirty praises right into his ear. 

‘oh fuck. baby, you’re so…’ he groans into the top of your head. his chest is heaving, he reaches up to your hair, stroking it. 

‘ ‘m sorry, I'm not gonna last,’ he drawls, voice strained in a way you've never heard before. he makes a sound, low and wrecked and completely undone. he spills all over your hand, you moan at the mess and place a messy kiss on his lips. 

you two just sit in silence, breathing heavily.

'happy valentines, baby.' you whisper, stroking his face softly. he kisses the top of your head.

‘c’mere, sit on my face.’

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 take a break, baby

1.9k ~ bkg x f!reader, smut 18+ minors dni - f receiving oral, kissing… i think that’s it.

a loud rattle of the front door being tugged open forces your eyes to flick away from the mountain of paperwork in front of you. you can hear the sound of katsuki’s shoes being roughly taken off with a tired grunt before you see him. 

he has a soft, dopey smile on his face. blond hair still damp, clinging to his forehead, probably from taking a shower at the agency after his patrol. he's dressed in a grey cotton t-shirt and black jogging bottoms which are slung low on his hips.

there’s a flicker of concern in his eyes when he sees the state you’re in. 

you’re curled up on the cream sofa, one knee tucked to your chest, chin resting on it, looking down with resentment at the paperwork in your hand. on the coffee table in front of you, piles of paper are sprawled across it, your laptop also resting there, displaying more black and white text. 

your pretty bare face is all scrunched up, eyebrows knitted together. frustratingly, you're tugging at the collar of your shirt, as it keeps falling down, exposing your cute bra strap to him.

he exhales through his nose.

‘baby, you're still doin’ this shit?’

‘I know, I know-’ your words are tripping over each other, ‘it's just I need to do this by tomorrow for 2 and then I have this meeting at 3, which I'm really not prepared for, and if I don't…’

‘hey.’ katsuki's voice cuts through yours.

you finally let out a long sigh, and brush your fingers through your hair, leaning back onto the sofa, looking upwards at the ceiling. 

‘I just-’ you rub your eyes, frustrated. ‘need to get this done.’

he just stares at you for a second with a sigh, his face softening up at the sight of your pouting face. 

‘how long you been sittin’ here?’

‘since like three or something? why does it matter, I just need-’

he slowly approaches and plucks the paperwork straight out of your hands and you look up in disbelief. 

‘katsuki-’

‘nope’ he stacks the paper messily and holds them away from you. ‘no more today, let's get you some sleep.’

‘I can't take a break’

‘you can,’ he says flatly. ‘cause you’re two seconds from cryin’ over some fuckin’ spreadsheet baby.’

‘no I'm not-’ your voice wobbles as you whine. you reach out, grabbing his solid arms in an attempt to grab the paper back.

his expression softens as he catches tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes out of frustration. he crouches in front of you, big warm hands sliding over your bare thighs, thumbs rubbing slow circles.

‘what's this all about baby? what's goin’ on.’

‘I just feel behind and I don't know, just stupid and-’ you trail off slowly, still not being able to meet katsuki's crimson eyes.

he leans up and presses a slow kiss to your hairline, hands still caressing you.

‘shut up,’ he mutters gently. ‘you're smart as hell. just tired, that's all.’

you slump, your own hands coming to meet the ones resting on your lap. he nudges his nose against your temple. gently, he tugs you to your feet keeping his comforting hand around your waist.

‘we’re going to bed,’ he pauses. ‘no complaining.’

his hand stays firm on your back, steering you down the hallway. the apartment’s quiet, you can only hear the low hum of the fridge. as he leads you to the bedroom you already feel lighter.

he sits you on the edge of the mattress as he kneels in front of you, once again his big hands rest on your thighs. the lamp sitting on the bedside table covers katsuki's face in a warm, orangey glow. gorgeous. You know he's gorgeous, but in this light, looking up at you with his sharp eyes and his lips glossy, you get reminded for the hundredth time. 

‘y’know all that work’ll still be there tomorrow,’ he says quietly. ‘you won't be, if you keep pushin’ yourself like this.’ his lips curl into a smirk at his own comment.

a smile creeps on your face and you pout down at him. you place your hands on his warm, broad shoulders, ushering him up to the bed for a hug. he sits beside you and brushes under your eye softly to catch the few stray tears gathered there.

‘just let me take care of you for once, yeah?’

you hum in response, hands absentmindedly reaching for your soft shirt. he reaches for your waist and pulls your shirt over your head - he knows you usually get hot in bed. his hands skim your sides, you exhale shakily.

‘so pretty baby.’ he mutters. your face heats and you shyly smile. he pats the bed beside him which makes you smile a little, treating me like I'm his pet or something. you lie down anyway and let out a relaxed sigh.

his chest hits your back and his arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. his other hand slides up into your hair, lightly stroking at your hairline. he adjusts the duvet around you, making sure you're all comfy and tucked in.

eventually, your breathing has slowed and eyes half closed. you feel every slow exhale from katsuki ghost across the nape of your neck. he's so warm against you like this, it makes you melt into him, especially now his thumb is tracing lazy shapes over your hip.

‘... better?’ he murmurs against your hair.

‘mhm’

‘good.’

his nose brushes the back of your neck and then your shoulder. his hand slides from  your hair down to your arm. slow, faint touches up and down. 

it makes you shiver, and of course he notices immediately. you hear a quiet huff of a laugh against your skin.

‘cold?’ he asks teasingly.

‘... no.’

he grips you tighter until there's no space between you at all. he presses sleepy kisses to your shoulder, then up to your neck, and finally the apple of your cheek. it makes you feel warm inside, you tilt your head back.

‘kiss me,’ you mumble, half turning towards him.

he replies with a cocky smile. his arm slides under you and he gently rolls you onto your back, he hovers over you. now face to face, you suddenly feel flustered. he has one hand braced beside your head. his hair falls over his face, perfectly framing his pretty features. he leans down, lips brushing together softly, like he's testing how far you want to go.

his hand slides to your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek, now kissing you hard. it leaves you both breathless, you can feel the passion coming from him.

you sigh into him, fingers curling into his shirt pulling him closer. his weight settles more fully over you, chest pressing to yours now, his thick warm thigh sliding between your legs. he sneaks one of his hands over your cotton bra, you whimper softly into his mouth and he swallows the sound.

‘so fuckin’ cute,’ he almost snarls, hands holding your sides firmly, pressing you into the sheets. his thumb skims under the band of your bra, like he's testing how easily it'll slide off.

‘can I…’ he says quietly, he has some shyness in his face, not meeting your eyes as his face heats up. you nod too quickly at that, he smirks at your reaction. 

big hands slide underneath you, unhooking your bra easily, and then he slides it off your arms.

he swallows hard at you lying on his bed, now exposed. you're only left in your little cotton shorts. he's seen you like this countless times before, but this time, with this sleepy look, messy hair sprawled across the pillow, you look even more gorgeous.

‘take it off, please? wanna feel you.’ you whine, as you tug on the edge of his shirt. a small groan slips out of his mouth and he tugs it over his head quickly. you bring your hands to his shoulders softly caressing them, breathless.

he leans in once more, at first just a lazy press of his mouth against yours. his mouth tilts deeper this time and he uses one hand to caress your breast. you whimper into the kiss as he starts teasing your nipple, occasionally pinching it, just to watch you writhe.

softly, he pulls away, lowering himself to place gentle kisses at your chest, arms and then stomach. breathless, you grab at his hair, the anticipation of what he's going to do next catching up to you.

he looks up to you with his beautiful, pleading ruby eyes as he plays with the waistband of your sleep shorts. you let out an embarrassing moan as you nod. once your shorts are off he groans, pulling you towards him, positioning himself between your legs. he rubs up your thighs and kisses over your cute underwear.

‘these are pretty baby.’ he slurs, now toying at the pink bow on the waistband. you can't help the soft moans spilling out of you, even when he hasn't even done anything yet.

teasing you, he licks right over your center over the cotton barrier. pathetically you whine, grabbing his hair again, pushing him against your covered pussy. eventually, he stops his teasing and roughly pulls off your underwear.

with no warning, he starts licking into you like a starved man. he laps up your wetness, almost making out with your sweet pussy. you can feel the vibrations of him humming and moaning in pleasure, which makes the sensation feel even better. he draws out his movements, taking his time with you. his thumb starts playing with the hood of your clit, making you moan into the pillow beside you. he watches your pussy clench up and caresses your thighs as they start to shake.

‘katsuki, ‘m close,’ you drawl out, head lolled to the side.

‘do it for me, baby,’ he starts sucking directly on your clit, ‘make a mess.’

you start thrusting your hips into his face weakly, desperately grabbing at his hair as the sensation becomes too much. your other hand grabs the sheets beside his head, trying to ground yourself. he interlaces his fingers in yours and softly squeezes your hand.

‘c’mon baby, let it all out.’ he groans into your pussy, still diligently eating you out.

you can feel yourself edging closer and closer with every messy lick and kiss. eyes roll into the back of your head and your back arches off the bed with a whine. he watches you clamp down and your moans fade to heavy breathing, your hand reluctantly lets go of his sweaty hand, coming up to push at his head. he’s placing soft kisses on your clit and folds.

‘too much, katsuki, too much.’ you say softly.

you close your eyes allowing yourself to bask in the pleasure, he puts your underwear back in place and moves up the bed to lay beside you. katsuki spoons you again, breathing slow against your shoulder, hair ticking your cheek.

‘… do you want me to make you feel good too?’ you mumble sleepily. ‘If you want-‘

‘tch, no. just… go to sleep.’ he tugs you into him, tightening his arms around you.

he presses kisses into your hair, his fingers trace lazy lines over your stomach.you can feel yourself melting into him, your breath slowing and your eyes fluttering shut.

‘thats it, just rest baby.’ he sleepily whispers against your neck.

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 take a break, baby

1.9k ~ bkg x f!reader, smut 18+ minors dni - f receiving oral, kissing… i think that’s it.

a loud rattle of the front door being tugged open forces your eyes to flick away from the mountain of paperwork in front of you. you can hear the sound of katsuki’s shoes being roughly taken off with a tired grunt before you see him. 

he has a soft, dopey smile on his face. blond hair still damp, clinging to his forehead, probably from taking a shower at the agency after his patrol. he's dressed in a grey cotton t-shirt and black jogging bottoms which are slung low on his hips.

there’s a flicker of concern in his eyes when he sees the state you’re in. 

you’re curled up on the cream sofa, one knee tucked to your chest, chin resting on it, looking down with resentment at the paperwork in your hand. on the coffee table in front of you, piles of paper are sprawled across it, your laptop also resting there, displaying more black and white text. 

your pretty bare face is all scrunched up, eyebrows knitted together. frustratingly, you're tugging at the collar of your shirt, as it keeps falling down, exposing your cute bra strap to him.

he exhales through his nose.

‘baby, you're still doin’ this shit?’

‘I know, I know-’ your words are tripping over each other, ‘it's just I need to do this by tomorrow for 2 and then I have this meeting at 3, which I'm really not prepared for, and if I don't…’

‘hey.’ katsuki's voice cuts through yours.

you finally let out a long sigh, and brush your fingers through your hair, leaning back onto the sofa, looking upwards at the ceiling. 

‘I just-’ you rub your eyes, frustrated. ‘need to get this done.’

he just stares at you for a second with a sigh, his face softening up at the sight of your pouting face. 

‘how long you been sittin’ here?’

‘since like three or something? why does it matter, I just need-’

he slowly approaches and plucks the paperwork straight out of your hands and you look up in disbelief. 

‘katsuki-’

‘nope’ he stacks the paper messily and holds them away from you. ‘no more today, let's get you some sleep.’

‘I can't take a break’

‘you can,’ he says flatly. ‘cause you’re two seconds from cryin’ over some fuckin’ spreadsheet baby.’

‘no I'm not-’ your voice wobbles as you whine. you reach out, grabbing his solid arms in an attempt to grab the paper back.

his expression softens as he catches tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes out of frustration. he crouches in front of you, big warm hands sliding over your bare thighs, thumbs rubbing slow circles.

‘what's this all about baby? what's goin’ on.’

‘I just feel behind and I don't know, just stupid and-’ you trail off slowly, still not being able to meet katsuki's crimson eyes.

he leans up and presses a slow kiss to your hairline, hands still caressing you.

‘shut up,’ he mutters gently. ‘you're smart as hell. just tired, that's all.’

you slump, your own hands coming to meet the ones resting on your lap. he nudges his nose against your temple. gently, he tugs you to your feet keeping his comforting hand around your waist.

‘we’re going to bed,’ he pauses. ‘no complaining.’

his hand stays firm on your back, steering you down the hallway. the apartment’s quiet, you can only hear the low hum of the fridge. as he leads you to the bedroom you already feel lighter.

he sits you on the edge of the mattress as he kneels in front of you, once again his big hands rest on your thighs. the lamp sitting on the bedside table covers katsuki's face in a warm, orangey glow. gorgeous. You know he's gorgeous, but in this light, looking up at you with his sharp eyes and his lips glossy, you get reminded for the hundredth time. 

‘y’know all that work’ll still be there tomorrow,’ he says quietly. ‘you won't be, if you keep pushin’ yourself like this.’ his lips curl into a smirk at his own comment.

a smile creeps on your face and you pout down at him. you place your hands on his warm, broad shoulders, ushering him up to the bed for a hug. he sits beside you and brushes under your eye softly to catch the few stray tears gathered there.

‘just let me take care of you for once, yeah?’

you hum in response, hands absentmindedly reaching for your soft shirt. he reaches for your waist and pulls your shirt over your head - he knows you usually get hot in bed. his hands skim your sides, you exhale shakily.

‘so pretty baby.’ he mutters. your face heats and you shyly smile. he pats the bed beside him which makes you smile a little, treating me like I'm his pet or something. you lie down anyway and let out a relaxed sigh.

his chest hits your back and his arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. his other hand slides up into your hair, lightly stroking at your hairline. he adjusts the duvet around you, making sure you're all comfy and tucked in.

eventually, your breathing has slowed and eyes half closed. you feel every slow exhale from katsuki ghost across the nape of your neck. he's so warm against you like this, it makes you melt into him, especially now his thumb is tracing lazy shapes over your hip.

‘... better?’ he murmurs against your hair.

‘mhm’

‘good.’

his nose brushes the back of your neck and then your shoulder. his hand slides from  your hair down to your arm. slow, faint touches up and down. 

it makes you shiver, and of course he notices immediately. you hear a quiet huff of a laugh against your skin.

‘cold?’ he asks teasingly.

‘... no.’

he grips you tighter until there's no space between you at all. he presses sleepy kisses to your shoulder, then up to your neck, and finally the apple of your cheek. it makes you feel warm inside, you tilt your head back.

‘kiss me,’ you mumble, half turning towards him.

he replies with a cocky smile. his arm slides under you and he gently rolls you onto your back, he hovers over you. now face to face, you suddenly feel flustered. he has one hand braced beside your head. his hair falls over his face, perfectly framing his pretty features. he leans down, lips brushing together softly, like he's testing how far you want to go.

his hand slides to your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek, now kissing you hard. it leaves you both breathless, you can feel the passion coming from him.

you sigh into him, fingers curling into his shirt pulling him closer. his weight settles more fully over you, chest pressing to yours now, his thick warm thigh sliding between your legs. he sneaks one of his hands over your cotton bra, you whimper softly into his mouth and he swallows the sound.

‘so fuckin’ cute,’ he almost snarls, hands holding your sides firmly, pressing you into the sheets. his thumb skims under the band of your bra, like he's testing how easily it'll slide off.

‘can I…’ he says quietly, he has some shyness in his face, not meeting your eyes as his face heats up. you nod too quickly at that, he smirks at your reaction. 

big hands slide underneath you, unhooking your bra easily, and then he slides it off your arms.

he swallows hard at you lying on his bed, now exposed. you're only left in your little cotton shorts. he's seen you like this countless times before, but this time, with this sleepy look, messy hair sprawled across the pillow, you look even more gorgeous.

‘take it off, please? wanna feel you.’ you whine, as you tug on the edge of his shirt. a small groan slips out of his mouth and he tugs it over his head quickly. you bring your hands to his shoulders softly caressing them, breathless.

he leans in once more, at first just a lazy press of his mouth against yours. his mouth tilts deeper this time and he uses one hand to caress your breast. you whimper into the kiss as he starts teasing your nipple, occasionally pinching it, just to watch you writhe.

softly, he pulls away, lowering himself to place gentle kisses at your chest, arms and then stomach. breathless, you grab at his hair, the anticipation of what he's going to do next catching up to you.

he looks up to you with his beautiful, pleading ruby eyes as he plays with the waistband of your sleep shorts. you let out an embarrassing moan as you nod. once your shorts are off he groans, pulling you towards him, positioning himself between your legs. he rubs up your thighs and kisses over your cute underwear.

‘these are pretty baby.’ he slurs, now toying at the pink bow on the waistband. you can't help the soft moans spilling out of you, even when he hasn't even done anything yet.

teasing you, he licks right over your center over the cotton barrier. pathetically you whine, grabbing his hair again, pushing him against your covered pussy. eventually, he stops his teasing and roughly pulls off your underwear.

with no warning, he starts licking into you like a starved man. he laps up your wetness, almost making out with your sweet pussy. you can feel the vibrations of him humming and moaning in pleasure, which makes the sensation feel even better. he draws out his movements, taking his time with you. his thumb starts playing with the hood of your clit, making you moan into the pillow beside you. he watches your pussy clench up and caresses your thighs as they start to shake.

‘katsuki, ‘m close,’ you drawl out, head lolled to the side.

‘do it for me, baby,’ he starts sucking directly on your clit, ‘make a mess.’

you start thrusting your hips into his face weakly, desperately grabbing at his hair as the sensation becomes too much. your other hand grabs the sheets beside his head, trying to ground yourself. he interlaces his fingers in yours and softly squeezes your hand.

‘c’mon baby, let it all out.’ he groans into your pussy, still diligently eating you out.

you can feel yourself edging closer and closer with every messy lick and kiss. eyes roll into the back of your head and your back arches off the bed with a whine. he watches you clamp down and your moans fade to heavy breathing, your hand reluctantly lets go of his sweaty hand, coming up to push at his head. he’s placing soft kisses on your clit and folds.

‘too much, katsuki, too much.’ you say softly.

you close your eyes allowing yourself to bask in the pleasure, he puts your underwear back in place and moves up the bed to lay beside you. katsuki spoons you again, breathing slow against your shoulder, hair ticking your cheek.

‘… do you want me to make you feel good too?’ you mumble sleepily. ‘If you want-‘

‘tch, no. just… go to sleep.’ he tugs you into him, tightening his arms around you.

he presses kisses into your hair, his fingers trace lazy lines over your stomach.you can feel yourself melting into him, your breath slowing and your eyes fluttering shut.

‘thats it, just rest baby.’ he sleepily whispers against your neck.

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katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima - may start writing other characters soon..

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先輩 ⸻ bite back × bakugō katsuki

爆豪勝己 ◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ written by senpai with love on halloween night, you find out that your hot roommate, katsuki, is a vampire .. and he’s been sucking on your other hot roommate, eijirō, to quench his thirst !! why do you feel so left out ?? yeah, we’ll have to fix that, but you might need the help of some alcohol to get your point across ..

⨳ KINKTOBER ⸻ blood sucking & vamp fucking !!

content. vampire!katsuki, afab!reader, oral (f!receiving), katsuki is a bit mean but he’s a softie, creampie (on birth control), mentions of alcohol, mentions of reader fucking kirishima, characters are in their 20s, biting & blood !! ; wc. 4.5k

notes. happy halloween !! why is this so long lol i love him idk !! love u guys too, mwah :3

去年 ⸻ halloween night ⸝⸝ one year ago

it was halloween, and it had been a long night. you walked into the laundry room to grab the fresh set of pajamas you had waiting for you in preparation of your drunk return to the apartment, half-asleep as you opened the door when the sight before you startled you back awake.

you were tipsy, but you weren’t that tipsy, right? so why the hell was bakugo katsuki holding kirishima eijiro against the laundry room sink with his big hands on kiri in a vice grip? just that wasn’t enough to concern you, but bakugo’s teeth sunk into kirishima’s neck and the amount of blood dripping down the redhead’s collarbones definitely was.

“the hell?” you blurted, not sure if you should leave or try to help kiri.

“oh, hey.” kirishima said, placing his hands on katsuki’s shoulders to push him away. katsuki turned his head to look at you, wiping his bloodstained mouth with the back of his hand. no one said anything for a minute, which made you question your sanity, to be honest.

“yeah, hey. is there anything you wanna tell me?”

the two men glanced at each other, deciding if they wanted to let you in on whatever the fuck they were hiding. “just tell her, it’s not a big deal.” kiri encouraged bakugo, and the blonde crossed his big, muscular arms over his broad chest, looking annoyed.

“some stupid bitch with a vampire quirk bit me a few years back. you can figure out the rest, yeah?”

yikes… but yeah, this type of thing wasn’t unheard of.

“let me see your mouth.” you felt like you were talking to a dog. you reached towards bakugo, hooking your thumb into his mouth to pull him to you and get a look at his teeth. upon closer inspection, his canines were much longer and sharper than any human’s should be. you had noticed it before but never really thought anything of it. his cute mouth was drenched in blood; all over his pouty lips and tinting his perfect white teeth.

you let him go, grabbing a washcloth to apply pressure to kiri’s wound, then taking another towel to gently clean the blood off of bakugo’s pretty face.

“and you promise this isn’t some stupid shit that you’re pulling for halloween?” you ask, and both of them nod.

and given what you just caught them doing, you can’t stop yourself from asking: “are you two like… together?”

“no, what the hell?” kiri spoke first, and bakugo bared his teeth at you. “he’s the only person that I’ve told, so no shit he’s gonna help me out. he’s my best friend, dude.”

“right.” you’re just teasing, but you like to make them flustered.

“you don’t have to make it weird!” kirishima exclaimed, making you giggle. “I’m making it weird? you’re letting your best friend suck you dry. kinda hot, actually.” bakugo cringed at your words, kiri winced away and whimpered your name as you tended to his bite.

“it’s not my quirk, so I can’t turn him like that bitch did to me. everything else about me is still normal, I just need to drink blood every couple of days or I’ll get sick.”

“you could’ve told me.”

“I didn’t have a reason to.”

“I fucking live with you!”

“yeah? you gonna start feeding me?” he taunted, smirking at you, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

you bit your lip, crossing your arms and looking katsuki up and down in his oversized black t-shirt and those stupid gray sweatpants. “whatever. just be careful with my precious eiji, yeah?” you push past them, grabbing your pajamas and turning to go. kirishima blushed at your comment, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“always taking new donors, angel.” bakugo teased, and you just flip him off over your shoulder without even turning to look at him. “you wish.”

今年 ⸻ halloween night ⸝⸝ right now !!

you stumble through your apartment door, drunkenly humming to yourself as you take your platforms off. you notice that there’s music playing from the living room speakers and bakugo is home, splayed all over the couch that he’s much too big for.

“kitty kat! hi, pretty boy,” you beam at him, walking through the kitchen, steadying yourself with whatever that you can find along the way. he raises a brow at you, already knowing that he’s in for it tonight if you’re calling him ‘kitty kat.’

“fucker, you know to call me if you need help getting home.” bakugo grumbles, squinting at you as he looks up from his phone screen. he always worries about you when you go out, regardless of how strong you are.

“yes sir, but I didn’t need help.” you pout, practically jumping onto him, sitting in his lap and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. his entire body stiffens for a second before he decides to relax — you’re sitting dangerously close to where his big, neglected cock is resting in his sweatpants. he adjusts you slightly and you don’t seem to notice, as you’re too busy burying your face in his neck and absorbing any warmth that you can steal from him.

he clears his throat and settles back into the couch, both of his big hands resting on your waist. you exhale deeply, cuddling up to him. he’s so warm and he smells so good, and you’re tipsy.

“you have fun tonight?” he asks, his voice softer this time.

“mmhmm.” you mumble. he hesitates, but eventually runs one of his scarred hands through your hair; he couldn’t resist, it looks so soft and silky, and he knows how much you love it. you hum, leaning into his touch. “feels good, kats.”

oh, he could’ve died. his breath catches in his throat, his face going pink. you’re his fucking roommate — why are you doing this, and why is it affecting him?

“shut up.” he grumbles, trying to cover how flustered he is.

“you didn’t go out tonight?” you sigh, resting your cute face against his collarbone.

“nah, I had late patrol.”

“bummer. was it quiet enough? for halloween, at least?”

he nods. “yeah. just stupid stuff, drunk kids. no one got hurt.”

you smile at him. “good. and when will kiri be home? I miss ‘im.”

“yeah? m’not enough for you, huh?” he teases, trying to provoke you a bit, which backfires — you kiss his cheek to reassure him, and you feel how warm his pretty face is from blushing. “I just like you both, and I want you two safe and here with me.”

ugh, you’re too sweet. he doesn’t know how to respond when you give him an actual response instead of some sarcastic jab.

“clingy drunk, y’fuckin’ brat,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t push you off of him, so you both just sit there for a while, listening to the music. he’s scrolling through his phone with one hand, rubbing your back with the other. as you sober up, you start to notice that his breathing is a bit labored, and his body is running even hotter than usual.

and then you realize that yes, kirishima has been away for over a week at whatever conference he was attending. you hadn’t thought much about katsuki’s bloodsucking predicament since you first learned about it; you just let the two boys take care of it on their own.

you pull away and place the back of your hand on bakugo’s forehead, trying to compare his temperature to yours. your pouty lips turn into a cute little frown upon realizing just how warm he is.

“katsuki, you’re really hot.”

he gives you a cocky grin. “thanks, angel.”

you huff, rolling your eyes. “shut the fuck up. do you need a drink?”

his breathing picks up even more and he nervously bites his lip while he tries to read your face. do you mean what he thinks you mean?

“what are you talking about?”

“kirishima has been away for a while…” you flick your hair off of your shoulder and tilt your head, pointing to your neck. “you thirsty or not?”

“y-yeah, but you’re tipsy, I don’t wanna—”

“lemme take care of you, kats.” your voice is like honey, and you gently run one of your hands across his toned chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. he swallows hard, trying to have any sort of control over his body’s natural responses — his heart kicking against his ribs, the heat, his shaky hands, dry throat, uneven breathing — but of course, it’s no use.

he just glances at you, looking shy and entirely unlike himself — like a puppy that knocked over a vase and knows it did something wrong. self-conscious and uncertain. he’s never needed anyone for anything in his entire life until he was turned, and it stirs an unknown emotion deep in his chest, making him almost panic.

“o-okay.” he whispers, biting down hard on his lip.

you smile, happy that he’s opening up a bit, and then you remember: “actually, can we not do my neck? I have a press event in a couple of days, and people are gonna be taking photos—”

“your thighs?” he practically blurts out, as if he’s been thinking about it way too much.

you pause, narrowing your gaze at him. “you wanna bite my thighs?”

“who wouldn’t?” he shrugs, embarrassed.

“ugh, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“m’sorry!” he pouts, looking legitimately ashamed for once — the only time that you’ve ever seen that expression on his face. you sigh, taking pity on him whether that was his intention or not. but honestly, he could get whatever the fuck he wants with that pretty pout.

“whatever. come here, pervert.”

his eyes flick back over to you. fuck.

⋯

luckily most of kirishima’s towels are red, so bakugo grabs an armful from the linen closet and lays them over the couch. he also gathers some isopropyl alcohol and the biggest bandaids that he can find.

he’s on his knees in front of you, your thighs spread to make room for his broad shoulders. you changed your clothes, and now you’re only wearing an oversized tee and a pair of cute panties. you look down at him, anxiously picking at the seams of the couch cushions, neither of you wanting to make the next move.

you’re sober now, and it’s strange to be close to him like this. you had always been attracted to katsuki, but you never wanted to know if it was reciprocated or not. he’s one of your best friends, your roommate, and a coworker. ugh. but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s gorgeous and insanely strong, and you love his personality regardless of how difficult he can be. fuck, you’re getting wet.

you have to distract yourself or you’re going to say something weird. you had often thought of him between your legs like this, and don’t even get started on the lewd dreams that you have about him. you grab your phone and go to text kirishima even though you know that he’s on a flight right now, just attempting to look unbothered.

bakugo clears his throat, trying to ignore his heartbeat. it’s pounding so rapidly that he could faint … and not to mention the incessant throbbing between his legs from seeing you like this. he’s half-hard, grabbing a towel to cover himself. he places his hands on the backs of your knees, being more gentle than he has with anything in his entire life, treating you like paper-thin glass. upon touching your soft skin, he’s having second thoughts.

“I don’t wanna hurt you, let’s just wait until kirishima—”

“katsuki .. lemme help you.” you whine, getting impatient. you want him to feel better, and you want his mouth on you.

he swallows hard, getting needier by the second. he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. he’s parched and god, you look so fucking good. maybe he could quench his thirst with your pussy instead? he cringes at his own thoughts. why is it so hot in here? it’s getting hard to breathe, to think.

he stops psyching himself up and abruptly sinks his fangs into your thigh, making you yelp and dig your nails into his shoulders. he finds himself higher up than he intended, just centimeters away from your dripping core. his pretty eyes flutter shut, brows knit and thick blonde lashes squeezing together while he focuses on drinking from you, and definitely not thinking about your cute pussy directly next to his face.

“son of a bitch,” you huff, taking one hand to thread through his soft, thick hair. it’s coarse but so silky, and you admire the pretty ash blonde strands peeking through your fingers. you’re trying your best not to push him away, baring your teeth and digging your heels into the carpet so you don’t accidentally kick him.

it hurts, but it’s definitely not the worst pain that you’ve ever felt. it starts to dissolve into a warm, dull ache, only punctuated with a sharper sting when you feel him sucking against your skin, pulling it into his mouth.

“fuck,” you groan, tugging on his hair just the slightest. he moans, mostly from your taste but also from the feeling of everything; holding you like this, your thighs wrapped around his head, pulling his hair, digging your nails in. your legs are muscular but still soft and smooth, so feminine and so pretty. god, he wants your pussy so fucking bad.

he moves his hands, locking them under your ass and lifting you up, throwing your legs over his shoulders. you gasp, and he relents for just a second so he can take a breath and lick up his mess. you feel his tongue greedily lap at you, sucking the blood out of the wound before he bites down again, harder this time.

he tells himself that he’s almost finished, but it’ll be difficult for him to pull away. you’re so warm and soft, and you taste and smell so fucking good. your blood is smooth and sweet like hot, honeyed milk as it fills his mouth and trickles down his throat. kirishima’s blood tastes fine, but yours is something else entirely — now that he’s had it, he’ll never want anything else.

you’re out of breath, your chest rising and falling steadily while you eye him carefully. he’s so lost in your taste that he doesn’t even notice one of his hands has crawled up to the junction of your thigh, gripping into you.

his thumb grazes over your panties, gently pushing it against your fluttering hole. he feels how fucking wet you are and moves upwards just the slightest, sending a shiver through you. he finds your clit with ease, circling it absentmindedly for just a second before you jolt away, already soaked and clenching around nothing.

“kats?” you whimper, and your voice is strained, desperate.

he’s still sucking on you, a heady look in his eyes as he meets your gaze. you look a bit startled, and you’re so fucking beautiful; breathless, angel eyes with long lashes, lips pink and plush, and your hair is a mess. he’s hardly touched you and you look so fucked-out. seeing you like this is driving him insane; his cock is warm and hard in his pants, aching to be touched. he needs to pull back.

your breath catches as you watch his fangs slide out of your skin. his pretty face is drenched in your blood, and he runs his tongue over his perfect teeth to collect every last drop.

the pain finally hits you, and you cry out as he applies pressure to your wound with a towel. he’s apologizing, thanking you, praising you, looking distraught as he gently cleans the bite and bandages it.

“sorry.”

“it’s okay, it wasn’t that bad.”

neither of you speak, but the air is tense. he still needs you. he looks uncertain, but speaks before he can change his mind. “do you want me to eat you out, as thanks?”

your cheeks instantly go pink. “huh?”

“sorry, I—”

“is that the first thing you thought of?”

now it’s his turn to blush, he looks away but but he doesn’t back down. “you’re soaking through your panties.”

your mouth drops open. “yeah, and you’re hard! you were practically fingering me, fucking pervert.”

“yeah? then why don’t we do somethin’ about it, brat?”

his face is close to yours now, his big hands still on your thighs. you kiss him, and he devours you. he’s moaning and whining, and it’s so fucking cute. he bites at your lips, licking into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. you try to keep up, but he’s taking control. your foot finds his cock, just gently pressing down to give him some sort of stimulation. it’s so fucking big, just thick and weighty and probably more than you can take.

he smacks your foot away, pulling your panties down and putting your thighs back over his shoulders where they belong.

you’re shivering, your glistening doe eyes on him while he settles in, softly kitten licking your clit. you moan and sniffle, lacing your dainty fingers through his hair again. “fuck, fuck me,” he breathes, sighing into your cunt, “atta girl. tastes so fucking good, baby.”

you want to say something, but you can’t think straight. his mouth feels like heaven and it clouds your mind, so you just sit there and cry as he tongues your pussy. his mouth is so warm, sucking on your clit before trying to push his tongue into your tight entrance.

he can’t fit, so he thumbs at your little bud, making you whine and keen into him. he smirks against your skin, savoring your sweet taste. he pulls away for just a second, running his thumb through your lips, mesmerized by the gossamer strands that stick to his finger.

it’s just how katsuki looks at you from between your legs — like he understands something about you that no one else could even begin to grasp. and he’s just so fucking pretty that he’s otherwordly, ethereal. so gorgeous, with his sharp features and those half-lidded, sanguine bedroom eyes. you’d think that he’s an angel until he opens his fucking mouth. he has you in a chokehold; he always has.

“fuck, look at her. clenchin’ around nothin’, begging for my fingers. so fucking greedy, baby. so pretty.”

“katsuki—”

“you need this, don’t you? you’ve been needing me?”

you nod, finally giving in. “yes, think about you all of the fucking time. you’re so fucking pretty.”

“yeah? you think about me between your legs like this, eating your pretty pussy? about me fucking you better than kirishima can?”

“don’t be mean,” you pout, because you love kiri, too. he’s so good to you.

he scoffs. “you’ll admit it when I’m finished with you, don’t worry.”

he continues with more fervor, and fuck he’s good at giving head. before long, he’s gently pumping his fingers into you, trying to open you up. he knows that it’s going to be a struggle to fit inside of you — he’s big anyway, and you’re so tight, so much smaller than him.

“kats, I’m close.” you whine, softly scratching your nails through his thick blonde hair.

“already?” he teases, scissoring his fingers inside of you, making you cry and arch off of the couch.

“shut the fuck up .. it’s a compliment, you slut.”

“so mean to me, angel.” he’s smirking, curling his long fingers into your sweet spot. you can’t take it, your are thighs shaking and trying to close around his head but he keeps them in place, and it feels so fucking good. he coaxes your orgasm out of you, flicking his warm tongue on your clit and rubbing that little spongy spot practically raw with his skilled fingertips.

“katsuki, please, please, please, please,” you moan into a cute sigh, eyes crossing, finally cumming all over his tongue. he drinks it up, messily slurping your nectar into his mouth. “I know, baby, I know…” he purrs, speaking more softly than he ever has to anyone else. fuck, he’s obsessed with you.

you’re in a sleepy haze, still coming down, but bakugo doesn’t give you any time to recover. he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, settling you down into the plush couch cushions before undressing himself. his body is so gorgeous, all perfectly toned muscle and pale skin as if he were sculpted from marble.

he’s over you, and everything about him is just so much bigger than you. it’s overwhelming, but you need him. he rubs his thick, lengthy cock through your cute pussy, gathering the slick and bumping his pink, rosy tip against your sensitive clit. you both moan, kissing each other messy and hot and desperate.

he pushes in, almost losing control as he feels your tight, perfect cunt hugging him like she’s never gonna let go. you mewl, clinging to him. “you okay?” he whispers and you nod, giving him the cutest look of reassurance while he holds your face. he’s so proud of you; he knows this is a lot.

he exhales shakily, kissing your cheek before carefully watching your pussy accommodate him, inch by inch. he could’ve cum just from the sight, and then he notices the prominent bulge in the shape of his big cock, right in your stomach. “holy fuck,” he groans, instinctively taking a hand to press down on it while he fucks you in deep, long strokes. you cry out, eyes nearly rolling back from the intense stimulation. you’re so fucking full and he feels so fucking good.

“look at that, baby … such a fuckin’ good girl f’me. my cock was made for you, huh?” he’s in awe, and all you can do is nod and whine, looking up at him with hearts in your pretty eyes, your pussy gushing around him with each thrust.

katsuki fucks you like this until you’re close, but the couch is too small. he’s heard you with kirishima through these paper thin walls, he knows how you like it: hard, but passionate. praising you until you cry. you still want to feel loved even if it’s a bit rough, even if you’re being manhandled.

he gets impatient, needing to feel you cum on his cock. he moves you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to get that perfect arch, and you just let him do as he pleases. he enters you with less resistance this time, but he still eases you into it because he’s so big, and his cock feels even better like this.

your pretty face is shoved in the pillows, your knees being kept spread wide by bakugo’s muscular thighs. he’s behind you, pounding your cute little pussy, one hand holding the back of your neck. he’s got you in the meanest doggy, but he’s still gentle in how he touches you — he doesn’t want to hurt you.

and ugh, you’re a dripping mess; the slickness slings between your thighs and runs down your legs, getting caught in the trimmed hair at his base and coating his entire shaft, leaking down his heavy balls. neither of you will last much longer like this.

“god, you’ve ruined me for anyone else, angel, I fuckin’ love your pussy,” he praises you, and he’s so fucking close, feeling your cunt squeeze around him even tighter as your release approaches, determined to make you cum first.

your second orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. “katsuki, oh my god,” you cum on his big, thick cock, pushing your hips back to meet his rhythm although he doesn’t slow down. you’re crying and trembling, and he fucks you through it, still rubbing your clit while you gush on his length.

“good girl, baby, so pretty … fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“inside, katsuki, need your cum in my pussy.” you beg, desperate to feel his warmth.

“yeah, angel? you’re gonna be a good girl and take all of my cum?” he knows that you’re on the pill, so he doesn’t hesitate. even if you weren’t, he’d give you anything that you wanted, regardless of the consequences.

“please.” you’re crying, wanting to milk him for everything that he’s worth.

“you’re usually mouthin’ off, huh? guess I just need to fuck you stupid to shut you up.” he teases, and you don’t have the energy to bite back. you’re thoroughly fucked out, giving him a cute, sleepy smile as you nod against the comfy pillows.

his thrusts get just a bit sloppier as he loses control, his breaths and groans turning more needy with each second. god, he’s so fucking sexy. he cums hard, releasing a thick, milky load straight into your womb. he’s holding your waist, pulling you back against him so that he’s deep inside, refusing to let you go. you’re shaking, whining, just lost in the feeling of him and your pussy being absolutely filled.

everything is so warm and you almost feel like you love him, but you don’t get to revel in the afterglow because the front door slams open. you and katsuki grab the nearest blanket and cuddle up into each other, just trying to cover yourselves.

“man, what the hell? I knew it!” you hear denki’s cute, bright voice from the front door. yeah, no hiding it; they can see everything from the entryway.

“welcome back!” you say warmly, unsuccessfully trying to feign that you aren’t fucking mortified right now.

“bro, c’mon, I play animal crossing on that couch!” kiri sounds absolutely devastated, like he could fall to his knees at any moment.

“yeah, but I paid for it — shit, can’t you give us a second?” bakugo snaps, but the two boys ignore him as they fumble with their luggage. they’re yapping and giggling, going straight for the kitchen to grab snacks and then disappearing into kirishima’s bedroom. bakugo huffs, pouting, cuddling back into you as you kiss his neck and his sweet face.

long night. at least he’s feeling better.

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[bfbkg]

— bakugou has a crush on his baby mama

cw: pro hero!bkg. flirty!!! that’s it really!!! minors dni probs gonna make a masterlist for these

YN: do you think you can look after kenji tonight?

YN: sorry it’s so last minute

YN: if not i can ask my mum

You: Sure bring him round whenever

YN: thank you!!! will be at yours in 30

once bakugou katsuki realised he has a crush on his son’s mother or his favourite term, his baby mama, all the interactions between him and you hold a new pressure. not only does he want to be the best father for his son but he wants to be the best person for you. he wants you to like him back.

so he springs up from his seat at his desk where he was just going through his paperwork and eyes the toothpaste stain on his shirt. cannot let you see that. should he take off his rectangle reading glasses? he finds a mirror in his hallway, his hair is flat. his hair is literally never flat— ever. he has to put a little product to fluff it up. and… it is so embarrassing if he does a couple push ups to bulk his arms, but you won’t know. he has caught you looking at his arms once before, gaze lingering interested. maybe he will.

bakugou is baby proofing his apartment, putting his scissors away, heavy gauntlets back in his office, loose screws in a jar, when his doorbell rings. warmth blooms throughout his chest knowing his son is on the other side and you. you’re there too. fuck.

pushing his glasses up his nose (he decided to keep them on) and raking his hands through his hair (yes, he added some product), he jogs over to his front door swinging it open.

“papa!”

the love bakugou katsuki feels for his son is like no other. even though he sees him often, three times a week, this week four, he always looks older. like a day away from him and suddenly he’s going to pop out with a baritone voice and a beard. not yet though, chubby cheeks pressed against his knee and two little arms around his calf.

kenji, looks just like him and you. obviously from having a child together but it’s truly odd to see his own baby pictures come to life. his father’s wheat blonde but less spiky, leaning more to your hair texture at the end. and instead of his ruby eyes, he’s got yours, copy and pasted.

“hey papa! me and you today!”

“hey little man, you okay kenj?” he ruffles his sons hair and like a cat, kenji leans into it.

“ya! mama going!”

then bakugou lands on you, pupils dilated. where the fuck are you going looking like that?

it’s almost amusing, you in your brown suede mini skirt, black cowl neck top showing your tits, makeup done to literal perfection, little baguette handbag on one arm and then kenji’s deku green backpack hanging off your other arm.

your lips are glossy with these cat like eyelashes at the corner of your eyes. you look seductive, like a siren able to lure bakugou out to sea to drown. he’d definitely follow. he’s so careful to mind where his eyes go, not your cleavage, the glitter on your collarbones. also not the length of your legs in those kitten heels and mini skirt. there’s even a slither of stomach and bakugou wants to bite, wants to drag you back into his house and—

wait, where the hell are you going?

“thanks for taking him last minute! i completely forgot i had plans tonight.” you say, and your smile has bakugou’s next breath shaky.

it must be only him in the whole world who has a crush on his baby mama. the woman he’s never dated, only had sex with on a one night stand and has a whole child with.

bakugou sniffs, letting go of kenji so he can run off probably to all the toys he keeps in the living room.

“no problem, always wanna spend more time with him.” he states, crossing his arms. his pupils are about to drop past your chin when he blurts, “you’re not gonna be cold?”

you laugh, loud and sharp, “of course you’d say that. don’t worry, my jacket is in my car.”

“ah okay. you look good,” bakugou cringes inwardly. how the fuck did he flirt his way into your space the first time he met you? it’s been two years now and there’s almost no improvement. can you even be called friends?

you roll your eyes, clearly amused by him.

“thanks katsuki. i wanted to ask if you have any blister plasters? i feel one coming on.” you lift your left foot off the ground for a second, “first time wearing these!”

an excuse to scan the length of your legs, your smooth thighs, ankles, your feet in your little maroon kitten heels. are you going on a date?

a cough rumbles through bakugou, then he nods, “yeah, come inside. i’ll get you one.”

kenji is in the living room, surrounded by big puzzle blocks he’s cutely failing at putting together. “papa!” he shouts, running into the hallway to see you following after bakugou. kenji’s head tilts, a frown, “mama? here?”

a million thoughts rush through bakugou, reasons he can’t date you even if you ever want him back. kenji finds it weird that you’re even in this space. two spaces, mama’s house and papa’s house. everything about how you’ve parented kenji so far has been separate, very clearly separate.

“i’m leaving in a sec, kenj. just getting something from your papa.” and you perch up on a kitchen stool as bakugou reaches into his kitchen cupboard for the blister plasters. kenji comes to stand by you, two chunky puzzle pieces in hand.

“i brought his new books with him and these yoghurt raisins he’s been loving recently incase you didn’t have any,” you hum, resting your hand on kenji’s shoulder.

“damn, always changin’ his favourites. i just bulk bought those dino crackers,” bakugou sighs but it’s all love as he circles his island counter and gets down on his knees before you.

you’re in shock, jumping and crossing your legs over the other, “you don’t have to put it on me? i can do it?”

a hot hand on your ankle and your whole body vibrates with interest. you’re grateful your son deems the situation boring, toddling off back into the living room.

now bakugou katsuki, your baby father, the man who’s half your son and carries half of your sons last name is stupidly gorgeous. there’s a reason why you ended up in bed with him that one and only time, with his thick arms, you can see a two veins running through each of them and his eyes make you want to moan. a deep ruby red that practically twinkle when they look at you. his attention makes you feel powerful, probably the reason he’s so good at running a hero agency, you’d comfortably leave your life in his hands.

and now, with those nerdy cute glasses on his nose bridge, somehow looking like a model with his fluffed up hair and the sight of dino crackers in a tub behind him labelled ‘KENJI’S SNACKS BACK OFF!!’ made by your son, makes you swoon.

you’re the definition of flustered with this strong, domestic, burly man on his knees with a blister plaster in his hand. he could see directly up your skirt if he wanted to.

“nah, it’s fine. this shit doesn’t bother me.” he blinks expectantly waiting for you to hand him your foot.

swears only when your child is away. you wearing your slutty little outfit with this gorgeous man in his sweats and somehow you feel like a princess with him sliding a glass slipper onto your foot.

“you gonna let me or do you wanna just do it?” he removes his hand from your ankle.

you’ve seen clips of bakugou in action. mostly when it’s on the news, always making sure kenji doesn’t see bakugou covered in blood or shouting orders on tv. how sure of himself he stands, the strength he holds when he blasts a villain that multiple pro heroes couldn’t crack. sometimes you drop kenji off to his agency just before bakugou’s about to leave and you see him in all his glory. the boots that give him an extra couple inches, the tight black material that sucks him in and highlights every ab and pectoral. you remember how he nods a hello to you in those moment, with a boyish smirk like he knows what you’re thinking.

you think your baby father is sexy. so what.

you shake your head to rid your thoughts but bakugou takes that to mean you want him off. he adjusts to get up but you place your hand on his shoulder. the movement has him lifting his head to you, lips parted like he was ordered.

“no, i mean it’s fine. just wasn’t expecting it.” then you uncross your leg from over your other. then you joke with a finger pointed at him, “don’t look up my skirt. i wore it hoping nobody will be seeing me from this angle.”

bakugou visibly gulps at that, head ticking, “i fuckin’ hope not.”

calloused finger tips take your calf and with one hand, big fingers fiddle with your heel buckle. you’re almost sure it’s not possible for him to take it off but then it’s swiftly removed and onto the floor.

you blink at him, “what?”

bakugou carries the focus of a trained professional as he studies the sensitive skin around your heel. he ignores your confusion, “where are you goin’ tonight?”

it’s like whiplash, his question so quick after yours. you barely register what he says before you answers, “club in the city. it’s new, apparently has a live jazz band.”

bakugou grunts, wiping the area with a disinfectant wipe. “who with?”

your smile is slow, a realisation forming that you can’t completely confirm yet. “why are you asking that, katsuki?”

then he glances up at you, bottom lip plump and red. you hate that you can still remember what it’s like to kiss him.

“wanna make sure my baby mama is safe. not hangin’ around fuckin’ creeps.”

“ah, you’re asking for kenji?”

you can’t read his eyes yet but there’s a spark of amusement fluttering through them, “sure, let’s use that excuse.”

you roll your eyes and he carefully, lays the plaster on the area. “with a friend.”

“is it a date?” and it’s the nagging at the back of bakugou’s head that makes him ask, the fact he’s needs to know. dying to know.

now you really laugh, undecided if you want to toy with him or not. “and if it is?”

to that bakugou rises to his feet and seated, he feels even taller than usual. the whiff of bakugou’s scent, that caramel sugary scent, reminds you of that night two years ago when he was thrusting into you so sweetly that you could barely remember your name after.

“i hope it’s awful,” he grunts and he feels like a teenager. not a grown ass man and not someone’s grown ass father. he doesn’t know why his finger lands your chin, angling your head to face him. you don’t know why you let him, lips parted like his will land on yours. ruby eyes flicker to your eyes to your lips and the need for contact is imminent.

“you’re so stupid,” you mumble and when you realise the position you’re in, that your son is only next door, you pull away from bakugou katsuki.

bakugou’s left standing where you left him as you scramble away, pulling your shoe back on and buckling it back up with a single hand. you adjust your skirt and you go back into mum mode. “he might ask for something sweet but don’t give it to him, i already gave him ice cream earlier. also ask him about quirk training at school, you’re so much more suited to helping him with that.”

bakugou crosses his arms across his chest. if you want to pretend there’s nothing between you both as you go and meet another man, then sure. he gives you a slow nod, “i will. enjoy your date, yn. though i’m not sure green goes with brown.”

you frown glancing down at your outfit. black cowl neck top, brown suede mini skirt, maroon kitten heels. green where?

“mama! you still here?” kenji appears walking back to you, this time the tv remote in his hand, “you didn’t say bye mama.”

“i was just about to!” you bend down to your sons height, ignoring bakugou’s gaze. “i’m gonna pick you up tomorrow morning, okay? ready for football tomorrow. don’t ask papa for any ice cream, i’ve already told him.”

kenji pouts before landing a big kiss on the top of your head just like where you and bakugou always kiss him. you laugh at the motion, landing a soft kiss on his cheek, “okay, kenj? see you!” you rise and your son begins to wave.

“bye mama!”

bakugou leads you to his front door and green, green, green, still shakes through you until you realise. your fucking green underwear. you spin round with a gasp, bakugou almost falling into you as you halt. stabilising himself with his hand on the wall right beside your head. kenji is still standing behind him, waiting for you to go.

you’re again so close to bakugou, chest to chest and with the realisation that you know what he meant, a smirk grows on his face. so fucking sexy.

“you’re a perv,” you whisper scolding him, finger pointed but it only makes bakugou pretend to bite it by clashing his teeth together.

“have a good night, yn,” he replies, walking forwards as you walk backwards out, “i mean it.”

“BYE MAMA!”

“bye kenj!” and then to bakugou, “i’m watching you.”

“fuckin’ love to hear that.”

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SOMEWHERE AMONG

synopsis: somewhere among all the little moments, it becomes very apparent to various people in his life that katsuki bakugo is in love with you. (aka when they realize and know that he's so incredibly gone.)

notes: YAYYY more unofficialbf!katsuki !! 3.5k wc. childhood friends to lovers (?) but no real confession or establishment of relationship. so like childhood friends to unofficial lovers. N E WAYS the concept is like. childhood vs now: when people realize he loves you sorta. or at least that's what i wanted originally but at some point i was just writing like idek man. not well-proofread so there are probs lots of errors n mistakes w the flow im sorry. first longer piece in a min w my writing hiatus and all so im a bit rusty but i hope yall enjoy!!

mitsuki knows before anyone else does.

maybe that’s just how moms are. sharp-eyed and a little nosy, always paying more attention than they let on. but really, you’d have to be blind not to notice the way katsuki’s whole damn world orbits around you, even at the tender young age of four.

the first time he declares you’re his, you’ve got dandelions in your hands and dirt on your knees, and he’s stomping around the backyard like he just won a damn olympic gold medal, screaming, “she said yes!! she's mine now!! hell yeahhhh!”

she snorts into her coffee, watching from the kitchen window.

you follow him around like a tiny shadow. he grabs your hand so tight it makes her raise an eyebrow, your little hand crushed into a position that must be painful, but you don’t complain. you just smile, swing your arms with his, and look at him like he’s your whole world.

(it’s the same way he looks at you.)

she keeps the photos. of course she does.

photos of you passed out on the couch together, little heads squished side by side. photos of you tangled in blankets during movie nights. photos of you curled up under katsuki’s arm, his little hand resting on your knee like it belongs there.

because, she thinks, maybe it does.

by the time you both hit middle school, mitsuki’s fully accepted that you’re going to be her legal family someday. she calls you that often. "my future daughter-in-law," "my sweetheart," "my precious y/n-chan.” it's half because she means it and half just to piss katsuki off.

it works every time. he turns bright red. stomps around the kitchen shouting, “shut up, old hag!!” while you giggle behind your hand. she only laughs and hands you more food.

she always makes extra when she knows you’re coming over. which is... pretty much every day.

he complains. boy, he complains. “why do you treat her better than me? i’m your kid!”

she shrugs. “yeah, and she's my favorite.”

the way he scowls is almost too easy.

but the truth is that she’s proud of him. of the way he’s gentle with you, even when he’s sharp with everyone else. the way he carries your bag without thinking, pulls you close when he thinks no one’s watching, the way his hands shake when you get hurt and he pretends they don’t. the way he's learned to love.

she sees the softness he hides so visibly. she is his mom, after all.

-

it's break, so you two are back home and not in the dorms. of course, she still isn't seeing very much of him, seeing as he spends every waking moment of his time with you. she hears him before she sees him come home, stomping up the stairs like a damn elephant. his voice is low, not yelling for once.

“quit squirmin', you’re gonna fall.”

"'s cause you didn't give me any warning before you picked me up! what am i, a sack of rice?”

“yeah, ‘cause you’re too damn stubborn to admit you’re tired.”

"as if you do?!"

"tch."

she peeks out of and sees you in his arms, head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut while he carries you to his room like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

he doesn’t even notice her watching.

not until he comes back down a few hours later, shirt rumpled, hair a mess, looking like he just got hit by the best nap of his life and a truck named feelings. (puke)

she leans against the counter. raises an eyebrow. “so, when’s the wedding?”

he groans like she stabbed him. “can you just not for once?”

“nope,” she says sweetly, tossing him a towel. “you still sleep next to her every night like it’s not a big deal?”

“shut up.”

“still let her in your bed but kick that nice redheaded boy out for even looking at it?”

“shut up.”

she smirks. “you gonna tell her how you feel or am i gonna have to do it for you?”

he looks her dead in the eye.

“…you wouldn’t.”

she grins dangerously. katsuki forgets too often that his genes and personality are mainly from her.

“try me.”

he runs back upstairs.

she laughs to herself, puts the kettle on, and pulls out the old photo album. the one full of pictures he pretends not to care about.

she flips to a page labeled “age 4: katsuki + y/n” and looks at the photo of you both asleep in a beanbag chair, his arms around you like he was born to protect you.

“stupid boy’s so damn deep in love,” she mutters.

but she’s not worried. you’ll figure it out eventually.

you always do.

izuku knows before katsuki does.

maybe that’s just how he is, though. observant, over-analytical, always watching "like a damn stalker," as katsuki says. it’s not that katsuki ever told him anything, of course. because he wouldn’t. never in a million years.

but izuku doesn’t need words to see it. he sees it in the little things.

like the way he practically shields you in crowded hallways, hand on your back, just enough to block anyone who might bump into you. like the way he mutters “dumbass” every time you trip, even as he reaches out to catch you without thinking. like the way his hands clench at his sides when you’re the slightest bit hurt. like the way he relaxes when you laugh. like your happiness adds years to his life. like loving you has become a reflex engrained in his body.

izuku remembers the way you used to cling to katsuki's side when you were kids. a ray of sunshine with scraped knees and bright eyes, all trust and affection, following the fiery katsuki around like he was gravity. and he remembers the way he used to puff up like it was his job to keep you safe from everything. even the super scary stuff, like wasps and thunderstorms.

izuku's almost always known that 'kacchan's in love with y/n.' he recalls back fondly to a distinct memory in his childhood. they’re five, maybe six, sitting in the grass by the park, dirtied by playing outside.

-

izuku’s digging in the sandbox, humming to himself, in his own world as per usual, building a castle with just plastic buckets and imagination. he glances over when he hears your laugh. the really bubbly one, the one that sounds like the windchimes his mom puts up when it starts getting warm. he's noticed that that laugh usually comes out a lot more with kacchan.

you’ve got a bandaid on your knee and a flower crown crooked on your head, made from dandelions and clovers, and katsuki is sitting in front of you, scowling at a tiny daisy you’re trying to tuck behind his ear.

“hold still,” you giggle, reaching again.

“why’re you puttin' weeds on me?” katsuki grumbles as if he hates life, but he’s not pulling away one bit. he’s red in the face, squinting at the sun, fists clenched like he can’t decide if he wants to knock the crown off your head or punch something to release his emotion overflow.

he doesn’t do either.

he just lets you keep going.

izuku watches as you lean in close, tongue poking out a little in concentration, and katsuki completely freezes, face red and breath held.

he’s not yelling. not barking. not blowing anything up. he’s just… staring at you. soft-eyed. stunned.

like someone pressed pause on his whole little brain.

and izuku, tiny and curious and wide-eyed, tilts his head.

he doesn’t really know much, or anything, about love. but he knows for sure that kacchan never lets anyone that close.

and he knows kacchan only lets you steal his snacks.

..and his hoodies.

..and his toys.

..and.. him.

and izuku, with sand on his cheeks and a shovel in his hand, watches katsuki blush so hard he falls backwards into the grass, yelling “shut up!!” when you giggle and call him pretty.

and izuku just smiles to himself.

"oh," he thinks, "kacchan's gonna marry y/n one day."

-

now and then, a decade or so later, izuku can still see how hopelessly in love katsuki is with you. you’re sitting on the common room couch. it’s a late night, everyone else mostly gone, the tv playing quietly in the background. you’re curled into katsuki’s side like it’s second nature, his arm slung around your shoulder like a reflex, your fingers tangled with his like neither of you realize you’re doing it.

katsuki’s eyes are closed, head tipped back against the cushions.

but izuku watches as you shift, just slightly, and katsuki’s fingers twitch like they miss your touch before your hand finds his again.

like muscle memory.

like home.

and katsuki has no idea how obvious it is.

he still acts like he’s subtle. acts like he’s got it all under wraps. snaps and scowls like always, but izuku sees how he softens around the edges when you’re near. he sees how katsuki tracks the sound of your voice from across the room. he sees how katsuki smiles at you when you’re not looking.

not smirks. not scoffs.

smiles.

the real kind. the warm kind. the kind izuku didn’t know katsuki even had until you brought it out of him.

and now, even a decade later, izuku watches the two of you interact with fond eyes.

"yep," he thinks, "kacchan's gonna marry y/n one day."

masaru knows before katsuki knows too, but there's no surprise there.

what is a bit of a surprise is just how much he knows.

masaru's always been the odd one out in his family. his wife and son are two peas in a pod, after all. explosive, angry, but caring underneath everything. on the other hand, he's quiet, gentle, and very carefully observant. he watches you two interact over the years with more insight than he lets on. he and katsuki don't talk much, but he is his son, and he is the carbon copy of the woman he loves and knows best. katsuki's never talked about his feelings or anything with his dad before, but masaru knows.

he knows when he sees the way you diffuse katsuki's explosiveness, turning him from a bomb seconds away from detonating into a grumbly, blushing mess.

he knows when he sees that his fridge and cabinets are stocked with foods that no one in the bakugo family buys or likes, and he realizes that they're your favorites. and that katsuki must've bought them.

he knows when he sort of sees himself and mitsuki in you and katsuki, and everyone knows how well they've worked out.

-

"jeez, katsuki really should just hurry up and confess to y/n already! i don't know what he's waiting for!" mitsuki huffs one evening when they're chilling on their bed together.

masaru breaks his attention from his book to give her the acknowledgement to keep talking.

"like, seriously! i mean, they've been in love since before katsuki even formed his quirk. the boy shared his sandwiches with her before he could even pronounce the word right!"

"you're right."

"aren't i?! and y/n is such a sweet girl. if katsuki doesn't get his act together soon, someone else will take away my sweet y/n-chan! and you know what? i wouldn't even be mad with them. it'd be katsuki's fault for letting her slip through his fingers."

"mhm,"

"and do you see how good she is with him? she always balances him out and brings out his nicest qualities. qualities that i forget he has until she comes around. she's honestly probably too good for him, but im too attached to her to let go. plus, she somehow loves our boy to bits, too. theyre like yin and yang. sun and moon."

masaru smiles softly. "they kind of remind you of us, don't they?"

mitsuki looks a little surprised at the new insight before smiling softly as well. "you're right."

she slides closer. "and you and i are a pretty damn great couple."

"we sure are."

masaru sleeps that night holding the woman he loves, and he suspects his son is doing the same.

1a knows within just a week or two of watching the two of you interact.

kirishima notices first, having spent the most time with katsuki. it was an evening study session with the three of you. kirishima finds it kind of odd seeing how it took tons of effort for katsuki to let him in but you just showed up and katsuki opened the door for you.

he shakes it off, knowing katsuki can be kind of weird sometimes.

the sheer difference in treatment was ground-shaking. kirishima thought that out of everyone, he was the closest to katsuki. he was the nicest to him.

boy, was he wrong.

while katsuki would beat kirishima up for getting a problem wrong and threaten to blow him up, he would gently teach you in the softest of tones, giving you a "reluctant" (he wanted it so bad) hug when you got frustrated with yourself.

kirishima just sat there, blinking, pen halfway to paper. like, sure, he knew that his explosive friend had a heart. somewhere. deep down. probably in the fiery depths of hell. but this?

this was a fully tamed beast. a completely different person.

“you’re doin' fine,” katsuki muttered lowly, tugging your worksheet towards himself and redrawing the problem. “look. see? you almost had it.”

you stared at the page, chewing your lip, frustration written all over your face. katsuki barely hesitated before reaching out and flicking your forehead gently.

“oi. don’t get all weird about it. you've got it.”

“you’re weird,” you mumbled back.

“yeah, and you’re dumb. now shut up and do it again.”

but he sat a little closer.

and he pointed out each part of the equation with his arm against yours, like he couldn’t help it. like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

by the time you finished the question right, katsuki grunted and muttered with a slight smile, “told you. that's my girl.”

you beamed up at him, bright and sunny like he hung the goddamn stars.

he immediately turned away like you’d set him on fire.

holy shit, kirishima thought to himself. he's in love. he's totally in love with her.

-

it wasn't long before the entire class caught on.

you’d show up late to class and katsuki was already moving stuff out of the seat he'd saved for you.

you’d get paired with someone else in group activities and katsuki would mutter the whole time, arms crossed, blowing tiny explosions in his palm like he was restraining himself from starting a war.

you’d laugh at something dumb that kaminari said and katsuki would visibly pout for the next twenty minutes.

every time he held the door open for you, took your plate at dinner, passed you notes during lectures, stared at you during hero strategy lessons like you were an addictive substance he didn't know how to breathe without. everybody knew.

i mean, how could you not? everything about him literally visibly softened when you were in the room. you'd be a fool not to notice how he only ever raised his voice to protect you, never to push you away. how he sat with his arm around the back of your seat every time you watched a movie together. how he never, ever flinched away from your touch, even though he did with everyone else.

iida and ochaco and all of them had sort of learned to steer clear of the two of you when you were alone, courtesy of katsuki's guard dog glare. todoroki and yaoyorozu would conveniently need to share a book and weren't able to sit next to you on the couch when he was walking up, much to katsuki's grunt of approval as he slid in next to you.

of course, some were not as wise, such as the bakusquad, who would poke fun of him every now and then. call him a loverboy and tease him about being soft, shoving pictures they'd taken of a sleeping you cuddled up on him in his face.

but at the end of the day, they know it's not just some silly crush that they can lord over his head. it's love. actual, genuine love that sometimes feels too pure to make fun of. something so precious and real that they feel like they should lay off and give you two some space.

whenever they see you two acting all soft and like an old married couple, their expressions are less mischievous, as if they're thinking about doing something really dumb and embarrassing, but more fond and soft, looking at something so sweet and genuine that they can't help but smile.

you were probably the last to catch on.

it's just that katsuki is so katsuki. he's your best friend. has been for as long as you can remember. of course you love him, but you've been loving him for so long it feels as natural as breathing. it's not some huge revelation or big deal. it barely registers as abnormal because it doesn't feel like one of those exhilarating whirlwind romances you see on tv. it just feels normal. because to you, it is.

you've always fallen asleep on katsuki. always hung out with him one-on-one. always shared snacks. always slept over. always jumped for him knowing he'd catch you.

it’s just… him. it’s always been him.

it doesn’t hit you all at once. it’s quieter than that.

it’s in the little things. like how you don’t even knock before going into katsuki’s room anymore. it’s your second home. your charger is plugged in on your side of the bed and you've got a spare set of your uniform in your own drawer.

it’s how you always end up pressed against him on the couch. you never sit down with that intention, but it always happens. at some point, you'll crawl over or he'll pull you into his lap. it just feels right.

it’s how he notices things. you texted him some dumb video at 3am, so he wordlessly shoved your favorite energy drink into your hand the next morning because he knew you'd be sleepy. your shoelace comes undone and somehow he’s crouching down to tie it before you even register he noticed. you mention craving something salty and there's a nameless bag of your favorite chips on your desk by the next period.

and the weird thing is that he doesn’t do that with other people. you’ve watched. he’s snappy and blunt and downright rude to anyone else who tries to get too close. but with you? he's your "soft sweet little katsuki." (said with his face in your hands as you laugh and tease him. his cheeks are red and he won't meet your eyes but he doesn't dare move.)

the realization doesn’t slam into you. you don't feel the love pulsing through you as he kisses you passionately in the rain. you don't gasp and cry when he surprises you with a giant flower arc and a michelin star dinner.

it leaks in through cracks in moments. when you’re laughing so hard at something snarky and witty he said that your stomach hurts and he’s looking at you like you’ve just hung the moon. when he shoves your head gently away, grumbling “dumbass” because you called him a teasingly affectionate nickname, but you can feel how he leans right back a second later, hand coming around to rest at your waist. when he catches you dozing off during study sessions and just keeps reading aloud, voice lower, steadier, like he wants to coax you to sleep.

you don’t think, oh my god, i love him. not right away.

it’s more like: oh, i’ll text him first. oh, i’ll stay a little longer. oh, i’ll bring his favorite snacks with me when i go over. oh, i don’t ever want to leave.

and then, somewhere in between his hand brushing yours absentmindedly and you feeling safer with him than you’ve felt anywhere else in your entire life, you realize you’re already gone. you’re already his.

there isn’t a single “moment.” it’s all the moments, stacked and layered and wrapped around you until you’re here. on his bed, in his hoodie, atop his chest, watching him grumble and rant about how stupid kaminari was in training today, and all you can think of is,

god, i’m in love with him.

and based on the way his hand is curling tighter around your waist, sneaking under your hoodie to rub circles on your bare skin, you think he's in love with you too.

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i think about bakugou who experiences ASMR a whole lot

its been a long day, his head hurts and he's tired down to his bones. the only thing he wants to do is get home and curl into you as best he can like he's trying to make a home for himself in your ribcage right up against your heart.

he's kicking his boots off as soon as he's inside, clicking the door shut softly as he drops his gauntlets down beside his boots— he'll pick them up later, along with the rest of his suit that he's peeling off in the process, but right now he just wants to lay the fuck down.

when he eventually stumbles into your bedroom as he wipes at his eye black with heavy and sluggish fists, you're already curled up with a hot mug of whatever held in both hands while you watch some stupid rerun of a show he can't remember the name of right now. it's too loud for him, and he knows he can take his hearing aids out— should do, before bed anyway— but he doesn't want to not be able to hear you.

he grunts out a soft greeting when you tilt your head at him, still rubbing at his eyes— the sensitive skin around them especially sore now.

"stop it, i have makeup remover." you mutter out as you watch him, setting your mug down on the bedside table and flicking the television off— his shoulders loosen slightly. katsuki sits on the edge of the bed, one hand itching the silvered scar on his chest while the other messes with his hair.

"patrol was bullshit, icyhot broke his fuckin' wrist." he murmurs as you come up to stand between his legs with micellar water and a soft flannel you're already dousing as he talks. you hum as his hands curl loosely around the backs of your thighs, gently kneading the soft flesh there as he tips his head back to let you clean his face.

"he okay?" you murmur softly as you start wiping under his eyes, pushing his hair up and out of the way with your fingers as you do— beginning to gently scratch his scalp while you work.

"s'icyhot, he'll be fine. was izuku who almost hurled."

"yeah? had a more eventful day than me, that's for sure." you hum softly as your keep wiping gently at his eyes, and scratching soothing patterns into his scalp. katsuki's eyes already feel heavy and you've barely had him in your grasp for a minute.

"tell me 'bout your day? wanna listen to you forra bit."

and you do, tell him all about what you got up to as you finish cleaning him up. still playing with his hair as you regale him with tall tales of your day in the softest voice you can muster.

and he just sits there, half-asleep and entirely relaxed with goosebumps prickling along his skin as your hands move to rub down the sides his neck and your thumbs press into the tight muscles of his shoulders.

he'll be out cold in five if you keep this up.

— 2025 © pwn. all rights reserved. do not repost, narrate, or translate my works. thanku!

[mochishoto]

WELCOME HOME, HUBBY ! k . bakugou

SUM : After a long, rough day, Pro-Hero Bakugo comes home to his beloved wife, only to end up unleashing all his exhaustion, love, and pent-up desire onto her, desperate to make up for all the nights away.

✰ CW : NSFW / explicit smut (afab reader), vaginal séx, unprotected intercourse , established relationship (married couple), overstimulation, praise, light degradation, breeding kink, creampié, aftercare, comfort, fluffy domesticity, Bakugo's filthy mouth, usage of ‘wife’ repeatedly, mild possessiveness, mention of his pro-hero work violence, consent, emotionally safe dynamic—mdni

✰ A/N : opening my arms and legs wide for this man (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

The door unlocks with a beep and a low mechanical whir as Bakugo pushes it open with his boot, heavy duffel bag hanging off his shoulder, hair tousled, and his hero costume tied around his waist with the black tank top sticking to his muscular torso, drenched in sweat and blood spatter stains.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he grumbles under his breath, toeing off his combat boots by the genkan. His body aches; his wrists feel tight from all the blast maneuvering today, knuckles bruised from direct hits to villain jaws, and he feels that familiar ache deep in his ribs where the last one landed a cheap kick.

He glances up, expecting silence in the darkened apartment, but his ears twitch as a familiar, gentle laugh echoes down the hall.

“—that’s so stupid, oh my god,” you giggle softly, and he can hear the faint crunching of chips in your mouth, the news reporter’s voice blaring from the bedroom television.

His chest tightens. His eyes soften.

You’re home.

You’re safe.

You’re here.

He walks quietly, boots left abandoned by the door, each step heavy with fatigue until he reaches the bedroom doorway and sees you sprawled on the bed in your oversized grey shirt – his shirt, he notices with heat flickering in his belly – hair a little messy, cheeks plump as you munch on chips, eyes locked onto the news reporting his team’s raid today.

The sight physically hurts him. He grips the doorframe, staring.

You glance over and your eyes light up, as they always do whenever he comes home.

“Welcome home—”

But you don’t even get to finish because he drops his bag and in two strides he’s on top of you, pressing his full weight down, arms bracketing either side of your head as his chest collapses onto yours. The mattress dips with a loud thump as you yelp softly under him, chips flying out of your hand onto the sheets.

“Katsu!” You gasp in surprise, feeling his sweat-drenched tank stick to your shirt, his heavy muscled thighs trapping your smaller ones beneath them.

“Shut up… jus’ lemme… fuckin’ stay like this for a sec,” he mutters, voice hoarse, words muffled against your neck. His hair tickles your jawline as he breathes you in, the scent of your body wash, your shampoo, your lotion. Everything that grounds him.

He groans lowly, like an animal wounded and finally finding its den.

“Rough day?” You ask softly, carding your fingers through his sweat-soaked blonde hair, your nails lightly scratching his scalp, eliciting another deeper groan from his chest.

“Fuckin’ extra villain thought he could land a kick on me. Broke his goddamn nose and his ribs, too. And then that stupid Izuku kept naggin’ me about collateral damage paperwork. And don’t even get me started on that fuckin’ half-and-half with his polite ‘oh sorry Bakugo, you can fill the forms tomorrow’—”

He rants, voice vibrating against your neck as his arms snake under your back, hugging you tighter. His cock twitches against your stomach, half-hard, pressing through his tactical pants and your thin shorts.

You giggle softly, pinching his cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

“Fuck off,” he grumbles, burying his face deeper into your neck, inhaling your warmth, your safety, your everything. He stays there, clutching onto you as if you’re his only lifeline in this world, which in a way, you are.

But then he feels it.

Your thighs shifting under him. Your stomach pressing up against his cock.

His hips twitch forward involuntarily, grinding softly against you.

You feel the sudden hardness and let out a surprised hum. “Hmmm? What’s this?”

“Shut up,” he growls embarrassedly, but his voice is weak, his body trembling a little as he nuzzles deeper into you, hot breath fanning over your clavicle.

“I’m just… fuck… I’m just happy… Nothing else…” he mumbles, shame crawling up his throat. He’s such a mess, isn’t he? Getting hard just from hugging his wife after a long day. Pathetic.

You laugh softly, your smile bright and eyes loving as you cup his flushed cheeks, making him look up at you. His eyes are glazed, lips parted, hair sticking to his forehead.

“You’re such a good husband, Katsuki,” you whisper, thumb stroking his bottom lip. “You work so hard… and then you come home to me, all needy and sweet.”

His eyes narrow in embarrassment, brows furrowing. “Oi— shut up with that sappy shit, dumb woman.”

But you can see the red flush creeping down his neck, his ears burning bright pink.

You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth between your bodies heat up further. “Then take your frustration out on me.”

He freezes, blinking down at you.

“…HUH?! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I— WHY WOULD I DO THAT TO MY WIFE—” he sputters, frowning hard.

“Sex, Katsuki.”

His eyes widen, mouth opening, but no sound comes out. Just pure shocked Pikachu face. “…oh.”

“Yeah. Sex,” you repeat with a giggle, leaning up to kiss his jawline. “We’ve not done it for a while, y’know… You’ve been so busy with raids lately…”

Your words trail off into a soft sigh, your fingers playing with the hem of his tank top, pushing it up to expose the rock-hard ridges of his abdomen, muscles twitching under your touch.

He stares at you, his crimson eyes darkening with hunger. The guilt of neglecting you these past two weeks, his days filled with paperwork, villain hunts, meetings, patrol rotations, and training… It all burns in his chest.

“…Tch. ‘Course I’ll make it up to ya,” he mutters gruffly, pushing himself up to kneel between your thighs. His hands grip the waistband of your shorts, ripping them down your legs in one swift movement, making you gasp.

“Katsu—”

“Shut up. Lemme fuckin’ see,” he growls, tossing your shorts aside. His fingers hook under your panties, dragging them down with a predatory glint in his eyes.

Your slick glistens under the dim lamp light, your folds puffy and wet just from his weight pressing down on you earlier. He clenches his jaw, thick fingers spreading you open gently as he hisses under his breath.

“Fuckin’ hell… You’re drippin’ already,” he growls, voice guttural as his thumb rubs over your clit in small, tight circles.

You moan, hips bucking upwards, grabbing his wrist. “Katsu… please…”

He smirks darkly. “Pathetic. Can’t even wait, can ya?”

You whimper softly, tears welling up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure just from his touch.

He quickly strips himself out of his tactical pants, his cock springing free, angry red and leaking precum down the thick vein on the underside. Your mouth waters at the sight, your pussy clenching desperately.

He lines himself up, rubbing the tip between your folds, smearing your slick up and down before pushing in slowly, stretching you open with a pained gasp.

“Fuuuuck… You’re so tight… shit,” he groans, his hips stuttering forward as he bottoms out, your walls pulsing around his length.

He leans down, his nose brushing against yours as he captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his thrusts starting slow but deep, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips.

Your hands claw at his back, feeling the scars and fresh bruises there as he pistons his hips harder, faster, the bed creaking under his strength.

“Missed this… Missed this fuckin’ pussy… Missed you, wife… Shit—” he growls, forehead pressed against yours as sweat drips down his temples.

“I missed you too… fuck— Katsuki— harder, please!” You beg, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity of his thrusts, each one rocking you up the mattress.

He grunts, gripping your thighs and pushing your knees up to your chest, folding you in half as he pounds into you ruthlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks.

Your moans echo around the bedroom, mixing with his low growls and the creaking of the bed frame.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck— gonna breed you so good… fill you up… make up for all those fuckin’ nights I left ya alone… gonna fuckin’ give you a baby, yeah? My wife’s gonna look so pretty all knocked up,” he growls in your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier as he feels his orgasm build.

Your back arches, eyes rolling back as your pussy clamps down around him, milking him for all he’s worth. “Katsu— I’m cumming—!”

“Fuckin’ take it,” he snarls, biting down on your shoulder as he spills his hot, thick cum inside you, filling you up until it leaks out around his cock.

He keeps thrusting through your orgasm, overstimulating you as you sob his name, fingers digging into his biceps.

When he finally slows down, he collapses on top of you, his weight comforting and heavy, his cock still buried deep inside as his cum seeps out, dripping down your thighs.

“…shit,” he mutters breathlessly against your neck, arms trembling as he hugs you tighter. “Did I hurt you?”

You smile softly, tears still streaming down your face from the overwhelming pleasure, your hand brushing his sweaty hair back. “No… you felt so good, Katsuki…”

He exhales shakily, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, his touch suddenly so tender compared to how rough he was moments ago.

“Gonna clean you up in a bit… then run ya a bath, yeah?” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzles into you.

“Mmhm…” you hum sleepily, hugging his broad shoulders, feeling his warmth envelope you completely.

He stays there, cock still nestled inside you, refusing to pull out yet, his breathing slowing as he listens to the sound of your heartbeat against his ear.

His home. His safe place. His wife.

Bakugo Katsuki falls asleep that night, still buried deep within you, your body wrapped around his like a warm blanket, the exhaustion of his day finally melting away with your comforting touch.

And when he wakes up, still hard inside you, he makes sure to remind you again just how much he missed you.

[moonietuney]

# pretty boy, the neighborhood ❧

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“you’re so pretty, kats.” you mumble, face squished into the pillow under your head. you’ve always admired how good looking your boyfriend was. he just had that naturally handsome look to him.

katsuki turns to you, eyes narrowed as he looks away from the manga he was reading. he’s fighting off a smirk, but he scowls. “tch. yeah, whatdo’you want…” he asks suspiciously.

you gasp in mock offense. how dare he think you only call him that so you could get something. “what? i can’t tell you you’re pretty?” you exclaim.

he rolls his eyes and shuts his manga, tossing it to the side of the bed. “y’only say shit like that to get me to do stuff for you.” he hums. “so what’ll it be this time, huh?”

with a shift of your head, you prop yourself up with your hand and pout. “nothing! you’re just pretty. handsome if that works.” you say.

katsuki’s eyes search yours for a few seconds before he clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth and looks away. “yeah, whatever. sappy piece of shit,” his palm reaches your face and he pushes your head to the pillow.

“heyyuh!” you complain, voice muffled from his hand literally on your face.

you hear him snicker under his breath as he reaches for his manga. with a smirk, you get up quickly and pounce on him. he groans and leans forward, but ends up falling off of the bed with you on top of him. “YO—“ you barely have time to retract yourself and you yelp.

you’re both now on the floor, laughing until your ribs can’t take it anymore.

[katsukissed]

feining over fantasy au/viking bkg. like ughhh his fantasy au outfit with the cloak and the necklaces. cuddling with him around the fire. ughh i need to write about this.

also i will get to the drabble requests i promise <3