Ok hear me out: Pro Hero Bakugo but he comes home to his partner in one of those cute but provocative costume/cosplays of HIS hero costume😭 idk i feel like it would be funny
── ✶ before you read: 1k words ; fem reader ; established relationship ; raunchy fem clothing ; suggestive ending ; bakugou carries reader ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ wait hang on lets let u cook bc u cooked. except i admit i didnt make it funny i made him hot n bothered bc i think thats excatly what he'd be skdjfh
Katsuki comes home from morning patrol tired. Dead tired.
His arms ache from his quirk. His head pounds from the sounds of his own explosions. His eyes are heavy from waking up so early, and fuck—he’s so tired. It’s been a long day. It’s been a long week, if he’s being honest, really. So Katsuki comes home tired, and he’s going to curl up with you in bed, and he’s going to take a nap first thing before anything else. That’s all he’s going to do.
Except he walks into your shared home and you don’t greet him. Weird. He walks over to your shared bedroom, and the door is locked. Even weirder.
Then he hears your giggle, and he sighs. “Baby, whatever shenanigans you got goin’ today, m’fuckin’ exhausted—do ‘em another day. Swear I won’t say nothin’ when you do, just let me—”
Your voice is muffled through the door as you interrupt him and sing, “Close your eyes.”
“Why?” He groans, resting his forehead against the door tiredly. “Am I gonna regret goin’ along with this?”
“No. Maybe. I don’t think so….you know what—just do it, Kats!”
“Fine, fuck,” he grumbles, “so bossy. My eyes are closed. Now what?”
“Do you promise they’re closed?”
“Yes,” he says wearily.
“Do you promise that you promise?”
“Baby,” he says exasperatedly, “are we really gonna do this? Yes—I promise that I promise that I promise. Now open the door and—”
You open the door, and he catches his balance from losing the stability of resting against the wood. His eyes remain closed as you let him in because if he dares open them and ruin whatever scheme you have going, he thinks hell will break loose. You’ve always had a flair for the dramatics, after all. And he’s not going to risk making the pounding in his head any worse than it already is, so he keeps those eyes carefully shut.
“Good,” you hum, satisfied. “They’re closed.”
“Callin’ me a liar?” He grumbles. “Now what’s this about, hah?”
“Okay,” you giggle, “I got something in the mail. I think you’ll like it,” you coo, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his jaw. He melts fractionally at the touch of your lips. “I think you’ll really like it. Maybe. I hope.”
“If this is a surprise, it doesn’t sound too promising,” he says under his breath. You smack his chest in response, and he practically sulks. “Just sayin’. You don’t sound too confident.”
“Well, you’re a tough crowd,” you huff, “so you never know.”
“Well, you—”
He’s cut off with his hands being taken into yours, being pulled over to your hips. He pauses, feeling bare skin under his palms. Well, some bare skin. There’s fabric there too, but…clearly not a lot. He’s starting to see where this is going, he thinks.
“S’that a new set?” His lips curl into a grin, eyes still obediently closed. “Fuck, princess—of course I’d love this surprise. Why wouldn’t I? Love anything on you.”
“Not exactly the sort of set you’re thinking of,” you hum. “But close.”
“Can I open my eyes now?”
“Say please.”
“Please. Happy, you little fuckin’ tease?”
“Okay, fine,” you pretend to sigh, caving. “You can open them.”
His eyes open, and Katsuki is…well, he’s speechless, that’s for sure. He has no brainpower for words. Only enough to keep his eyes trailing over your body as he takes in the sight—and fuck, is it a sight.
Most of the time, when kids wear costumes inspired by him, he thinks they’re little brats. Kind of cute brats that he’s admittedly a little fond of deep down, but brats all the same. This, on the other hand, is not a child’s costume with cheap fabric, nor is it anything of the sort that snot-nosed brats would wear.
No.
This rendition of his costume consists of the upper half of it being basically reduced to a bra—black fabric covered with lace that sits against your skin, while bright orange straps cross over your breasts in the unmistakable shape of his signature X emblazoned across his torso. The matching shorts (that are, by all means, very short) sit high on your hips, trimmed with orange embroidery and sheer black mesh. Dark green garter straps circle your thighs, mimicking the harnesses on his hero costume before disappearing into lace-topped stockings.
He blinks. Once. Then twice. Then again. And then his breath hitches terribly loud.
“Do you like it?” You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press a line of kisses along his jaw. He shivers under your touch. “Thought maybe we could match.”
“S’not gonna help you much in a fight bein’ dressed like this,” he croaks, voice shakier than he has the pride to admit.
“Well, I don’t know,” you grin cheekily, “maybe I’ll drop the villains dead by being the hottest hero around, even if I can’t be the most explosive.”
“No villains are seein' you like this,” he huffs, giving your hips a squeeze as he adds, “I'll kill 'em first.”
“So you admit my costume would make for a banger debut, huh?”
“Fuck, baby, you’re killin’ me here,” he groans, burying his head into your neck. He presses soft, lingering kisses to the skin as his hands trail from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you forward and flush against his body. “M’not even gonna ask where the fuck you bought this, or how you even found it in the first place. Fuckin' crazy is what you are.”
“Nice little website that got advertised to me. There was a Deku version, too—”
He picks you up, making a low, dissatisfied sound in the back of his throat as his fingers dig into your ass, carrying you to the bed. He drops you onto the mattress, hovering over you as he pins your hands over your head. His eyes are dark, glinting with arousal and desire and challenge all at once.
“Oh yeah? Well, good thing for you, sweetheart, you got the real deal right here to prove you bought the better costume.”
Katsuki is no longer all that tired. He has enough energy to make his day just a little longer.
he is going to get the lay of his life, and sleep very soundly so in the end, im sure he will get exactly what he wanted in the first place. all is well!
- dilf!nanami kento looooves when you grab him by the collar n kiss him silly before work.. he’s so hot n heavy thinking about u during his shift!
- dilf!nanami kento who can’t stand when you don’t use his card.. after all, he goes to work to please you! seeing the credit card statement after you go on a shopping trip makes him go feral :3
- dilf!nanami kento who loves to slow dance with you in the kitchen, late at night, after work.. the kitchen’s only source of light being the moon shining through the windows. he’s freakishly good at dancing, laughing when you step and stumble over his feet trying to match his pace.
- dilf!nanami kento isn’t a fan of tattoos, but has your initials and wedding date tatted on his arm, a reminder of his devotion to you.
- dilf!nanami kento who’s very insecure about being older than you, feeling shy n embarrassed anytime he has to be around your family. you just have to remind him how much you love him at home…
-dilf!nanami kento who’s only purpose in life is to please you. you don’t even bother lifting your head from your pillow when he’s going down on you, he’s bound to just pull your hair anyway.
-dilf! nanami kento who needs to be touching you in some way in order to relax n fall asleep.. he can’t stand not being next to you.
cw: mdni, nsfw, pro hero bf!bakugou x fem reader, needy bakugou, scar kissing, hand job, body worship
The front door clicked open with a familiar sound that made your heart flutter. You looked up from your book on the couch, smiling as Katsuki stepped inside, shoulders slumped with exhaustion. His hero uniform had been traded for a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants, hair still slightly damp from his shower.
"Rough day?" you asked softly, marking your page.
Katsuki grunted, running a hand through his spiky hair. "Just... long." He dropped his keys in the bowl by the door and padded over to collapse beside you on the couch. "Too many damn meetings. Too many newbies who don't know their asses from their elbows."
You shifted to face him, reaching out to trace his jawline with your thumb. "Anything I can do to help?"
He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a moment. "Just... this. Being here with you."
Your heart swelled at the rare admission of vulnerability. "I have a better idea," you murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Why don't you lie down? Let me take care of you."
Katsuki's crimson eyes fluttered open, studying your face for a moment before nodding slowly. You guided him to the bedroom, where he settled on his back against the pillows, watching you with those intense eyes that always made your stomach flip.
You knelt beside him on the bed, fingers gently tracing the hem of his shirt. "Can I?" you asked softly.
He nodded again, lifting his arms so you could pull the shirt over his head. His chest was a landscape of history—pale scars mapping his journey as a hero, telling stories of battles fought and won. The most prominent was the jagged line across his chest, a reminder of how close you'd come to losing him during his UA days.
Your fingers traced the raised tissue gently before leaning down to press your lips against it. Katsuki's breath hitched, his muscles tensing slightly beneath you.
"You always do this," he murmured, voice rough with emotion. "Kiss my scars like they're something precious."
"They are," you whispered against his skin. "They're part of you. They're proof that you survived."
You moved to the scar on his left shoulder, pressing kisses along its length. Katsuki's breathing grew heavier, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.
"Fuck," he breathed out as your lips traveled down his arm. "You know what that does to me."
"I do," you replied with a small smile, pausing to look up at him. "That's why I do it."
His right arm was a tapestry of scars, some faint, others more pronounced. You took your time with each one, your worshipful kisses turning more deliberate, more sensual. By the time you reached his wrist, Katsuki was panting softly, his hips shifting restlessly against the mattress.
"Come here," he growled, tugging gently at your hair.
You obliged, moving up to straddle his waist. Your fingers traced the scar on his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his sweatpants. Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with need.
"Please," he whispered, the word barely audible but heavy with desperation. "Don't tease."
"Never," you promised, leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive scar. His hips bucked upward, a desperate sound escaping his throat.
As your lips worshipped the scar tissue, your free hand wandered upward to his chest, fingers circling his nipple. Katsuki gasped, arching into your touch.
"Fuck, that's—shit," he choked out as you rolled the hardened nub between your fingers. "Too much."
"Is it?" you murmured against his skin, switching to the other nipple. "Or not enough?"
"More," he demanded, his voice cracking. "Please, give me more."
You obliged, pinching and teasing both nipples as your mouth continued its journey across his scars. His breathing grew ragged, his hips grinding against nothing, seeking friction.
"Need to touch you," he gasped out, hands reaching for your breasts.
You allowed it, arching into his grasp as he squeezed and kneaded, his thumbs brushing against your own hardened nipples. The dual stimulation had you both panting, your bodies moving in sync.
"Let me take these off," you whispered, tugging at his sweatpants.
He lifted his hips eagerly, helping you rid him of the last barrier between you. His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking from the tip, against his stomach.
"Look what you do to me," he breathed out, his voice thick with awe. "Just from kissing my scars."
You smiled, wrapping your fingers around his length. He was hot and heavy in your hand, pulsing with need. "You're so pretty like this," you murmured, stroking him slowly from base to tip.
"Fuck," he groaned, his hips bucking into your grip. "Don't stop."
"I won't," you promised, leaning down to press a kiss to the scar on his lower stomach. "Not until you come for me."
Your thumb circled his slit, spreading the precum that gathered there. Katsuki's breath hitched, his fingers digging into the sheets.
"Like that," he panted. "Just like that."
You tightened your grip slightly, increasing your pace as your mouth continued to explore his scars. Each kiss seemed to make him harder, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge.
"Close," he gasped out, his thighs trembling. "So fucking close."
"Let go," you whispered against his skin. "I've got you."
With a guttural cry, Katsuki came, his release spilling over your hand and his stomach. His body shuddered beneath you, muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.
You continued to stroke him through his orgasm, milking every last drop until he collapsed against the pillows, panting heavily.
"God," he breathed out, pulling you down for a sloppy kiss. "You're gonna be the death of me."
You smiled against his lips. "What a way to go."
He chuckled weakly, his arms wrapping around you. "Stay with me always?"
"Always," you replied, settling against his chest.
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
⊹₊⋆ likes, reblogs, replies, and follows are appreciated!
⊹₊⋆ if it could help me write better, please don't be shy to let me know!
⊹₊⋆ requests are open for now!
guys if you're interested in my other works and looking to commission a personalized fics, please check below:
highly amused by the responses to my tankdad post all being either feral excitement over tankdad (same) or thirsting for john's body with very little in-between
Happy (belated) Pico Day! To my most absolutely favorite ginger in the entire world 💚🩷
Extra notes below :D
Ft. @cursedcataclysm as the Maya in question :]
Originally I wanted to also include a heartfelt letter here regarding my love for him and my experience so far on self-shipping with him these past few years, but considering this drawing took me ~15 hours... my mind's still too fried to properly get my words together 😭
So, perhaps another day. Maybe even on our actual anniversary date instead considering it's soon
Still, for now- please enjoy the drawing! Poured quite literally my entire heart and soul into this just to celebrate the love of my life properly HSJAHSJDHA He deserves nothing but the best
Once again, Happy Pico Day to y'all! And to my most dearest beloved as well 🙏💕
yousharknotpass
prguitarman
discoholicmusic
izzy806
andulkaphoto
gummygunk
dededos
