SYNOPSIS: katsuki comes to you after wisdom teeth removal
A/N: HEAVILY inspired by @rengoatku and their work is reblogged on my blog <3
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it was 12:46 PM when you got a text in the class 1-A group chat:
denki kaninari: has anyone seen bakugo? we lost him
“lost him?” you thought to yourself, “how does a person lose another person?”
your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. you sigh and get up from your desk to go answer it.
assuming it’s denki or kirishima, you open the door and immediately answer the question they asked in the group chat: “no, i haven’t seen him—”
you stopped when you saw who it was at your door.
katsuki bakugo.
a very groggy and out-of-it bakugo. his cheeks were chubby and his mouth was filled with gauze.
“katsuki, what are you doing here?” you asked.
instead of answering, he just walked by you to go lay on your bed, making himself at home. you watched him as you contemplate why he’s at your dorm high as a kite.
“my teeth hurt,” he said, his words slurred.
“that’s right. i forgot you had your wisdom teeth surgery today.”
he nods in response and gives you his best pouty face.
you laugh.
“don’t laugh at my pain.” he turns to look at you. “cuddle me instead.”
“why would i cuddle you, katsuki?”
he groans as if the answer is obvious. “to comfort me.”
you sighed and walked to him. “katsuki, the boys are looking for you. they’re worried about you,” you say gently.
“i don’t want to be with the boys. i want to be with the girl.” he pointed at you. “my girl.”
my girl? how many painkillers is this guy on?
you crossed your arms. “your girl?”
he nodded. “mhm my girlfriend who i love so much.”
you eyes widen.
you squat down so your face to face with him. “katsuki, we aren’t dating.”
he squints. “yes we are. i love you so we’re dating.” he tries to smile, but you end up just being faced with bloody gauze.
“okay, close your mouth.” you gently guide him to close his mouth as much as he can. “katsuki, you’re high on pain meds, you have no idea what you’re saying.”
“yes i do. i love you.”
you playfully roll your eyes and stand up to grab a blanket from the corner of your room. by the time you turn back around to face him, he’s sleeping. you lay the blanket over him and kiss him on the forehead.
summary — the blond man in the club looks too old to be here. unfortunately, that only makes him hotter ᝰ.ᐟ
— cw : female reader, age gap (katsuki late 30s, reader mid 20s), flirting, drinking, pet names, suggestive .ᐟ
"Holy shit"
"I know.
"He's hot"
"I know." you whisper, shovelling the drink down your throat as you throw a glance over your shoulder.
The club reeks of sweat, booze and cheap cologne. The bass rattling so hard you're convinced your ribcage might burst. It's been three hours of this — three hours of shifting weight from one foot to the other as you pretend your feet don't ache.
In all honesty, you'd been looking for an out. Racking every inch of your brain for a reason to drag mina home and spend the rest of your night in your pjs watching sitcoms — that is, until you finally found a reason to stay.
Blonde, tatted and built — and at minimum twice your age. Tucked away in a corner booth with his arm slung over the leather seat, the other clutched around a glass of amber liquor.
He looks grumpy, angry. Like someone dragged him away from his regularly scheduled programming to be here, and he was not happy about it.
His gaze barely wavers from one spot on the dance floor, scowl permanently etched on his face as the sight forces him to sip his drink. Your eyes follow his, every inch of you praying he wasn't on guard for some woman tucked between the writhing bodies.
Instead, you catch a glimpse of three men as dangerously out of place as he is — you can only imagine that they're his friends.
They look too grown to be here. broad shoulders shoved in dark button-ups, watches glinting beneath the flashing lights while they stumble over their own feet — flirting with women who cling to them like accessories.
The redhead of the group looks towards the blonde in his drunken stupor, yelling that "he's got another one coming" — yeah, they're his friends alright.
And he does — two at that.
Two women in short dresses brushing their fingers over his inked arm. he's respectful, but certainly not fazed — barely sparing them a glance as he nods along.
The conversation doesn't last a minute longer; the two of them sent off with a scoff and flat expressions, already scanning for their next target.
Mina's eyes are already on yours when you turn toward her, reaching for your drink as she smiles in his direction.
"Looks like it's now or never," she says.
Your breath catches when you're met with crimson eyes staring back, taunting and expectant — like he's been watching you longer than you realized.
He's waiting.
The glass in his hand does nothing to hide the smile on his face, light catching on the crystalline rim as he watches you expectantly. Every step feels like a beckon, willing you with the glow of his irises and the slight spread of his legs to come just a little closer.
Like you're the one being tested.
The booth feels like the only quiet spot in the club. Music and drunken chatter dulling out from your senses — until suddenly all that's left is him.
He's bigger up close. Veins trace his forearm under the low light as he swirls his drink. your eyes catch on the brazen ink — thick, intricate lines curling over every muscle.
"I like your tattoos" you say, elbows resting on the table as you try to ignore how suddenly out of place you feel.
His mouth twitches into a toothy grin, scowl once dominating his face all but gone as it's replaced by a sharper look — he's intrigued.
"Yeah? you like them?" he leans back, eyes dragging over you before it flicks back up to your face, "Means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you."
"Hm" you hum, smile matching his even as you falter under the weight of the new pet name, "They're… hot"
He lets out a quiet exhale, almost a laugh.
"The tattoos?" he tilts his head "… Or me?"
He doesn't wait for your answer. Instead, he trails a thick finger over the skin, pushing his sleeves high enough to expose the ink disappearing beneath his shirt.
Your hand reaches out before you can think, barely grazing his arm before—
"Careful," he warns, voice husky beneath the music, a roughness that hits your ears at just the right tone to make your thighs squeeze, "Some of these are older than you, pretty"
That does it.
"Really?" you tease, fingers now fully tracing the outline of his tattoo, "Is that supposed to scare me?"
You don't miss the way his eyes widen just slightly — gaze flicking to his friends who've seemingly been paying no mind to him all night — before they land on your lips.
a/n: new layout i’m playing around with, im not 100% sold but bare with me 🙂↕️ - @lonelyfooryouonly ... lwk gonna use the taglist the next time i post
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synopsis: your boyfriend looks so good whenever you’re on top that it makes you shy. when are you ever shy?! you wanna sort this out asap or you ride bakugou trying to figure out which position feels best
what’s coming up: 18+, a whole load of smut this is lowkey pwp. p in v, riding, multiple positions, making out, head (f receiving), established relationship, overstimulation (m)
notes: antm title. listen i can’t explain what happened to me. needs another proofread i think.
you mention this one night wrapped in katsuki’s arms about to go to sleep. you’re doing the compulsory three minute spoon until you both pull away and get comfortable at your respective sides of his bed.
this time it’s you spooning him, your leg over his hip, your arm around his waist. you rub your lips over his shoulder and sniff his hair.
“i really want to get better at being on top.” you mumble into his skin, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness around you.
katsuki shifts his head on the silk pillowcase. you told him to change fabrics to protect his hair (you really meant yours) and he listened, new ivory cases the next time you saw him.
“hah?” it’s a quiet one, not like his usual booming loud ones that hit the back of your eardrum.
“i never feel like i know what i’m doing when i’m on top and i get so shy. i am literally never shy! ever. then you just end up doing the work.” you whine, “i want to be able to be on top and do it well. make us both feel good.”
katsuki breathes in through his nose and out his mouth. you’re having a conversation with him. about sex yes, but this isn’t you offering to have sex now. despite this, the blood rushes to his cock by simply imagining you riding him to oblivion. your head thrown back as your hips grind down on him.
it is true. he’s never seen you shy in any other part of your life or relationship. usually during sex, you’re confident and excited. hell, you’re okay with walking around his apartment naked. but for some reason, you sitting on his cock, legs straddling his waist makes you shy in a way bakugou doesn’t understand.
after making out you’d mumble to him that you want to be on top but as soon as he slides inside of you, katsuki will just look at you and your whole body flushes with heat. it has you mumbling under your breath, trying to look away from him but then his hands are on your thighs and he’s softly cooing at you. compliments about how you feel around him and how pretty you look on top.
which leads to you either leaning forward to cover his eyes with your hand, covering his whole face with your hand so he can’t talk either or just whining that you can’t do it and he needs to take over.
he shuffles around so he’s facing you, your minty breath on his face. he gives you three soft pecks, catching your lips with every brush.
“hm no, don’t give a fuck about me in this. if you feel good, i feel good.” he whispers and it makes you tighten your leg around his waist, your crotch against his lower stomach.
he’s noticed how shy you get on top. the frustration. if he’s honest he thinks it’s adorable. at the beginning of your relationship it was him stuttering like an idiot, overthinking everything he did and assuming every text from you was going to be ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ which would mostly mean it was him all along.
bakugou is also an idiot for how you beg for him to take over, crawling into his mouth for a kiss. covering his eyes so he can’t see how your breasts bounce and how insanely sweet you look slotted over him. you, all of you, shaking and trembling as he thrusts up. but although he’s into this rare shy version of you, if you want to work on not being so like that, he’ll be there.
his ruby eyes are so caring, a little frown on his face like he’s urging you to understand.
“i do want to make you feel good though,” you rub your palm against his bare chest, feeling every breath he takes. “be in control over the pace.”
“y’can look at me and i feel good. tomorrow we’ll try. see what position has you comin’ over my cock.”
you smile, “i’ll put it in my diary.”
he gives you a kiss, rubbing his nose against yours after, “why d’you feel shy for? ‘s just me.”
that has you slamming your own eyes shut in refusal. laying on your back to sigh into the ceiling.
“because of you. you’re all…,” you wave your hands in the darkness for a terrible explanation. “and the pressure. you’re usually in control.”
that’s true, he is unless you’re giving him head. “i’m what?”
you open your eyes and stare at him. “you make me all shy. staring at me like that while you’re literally inside me and you’re all… big and sexy and i’m so exposed and now i need to make you come while you look like that.”
bakugou grins like you just proposed. the sight of him below you, usually with an aroused dopey smirk, always saying what’s on his mind. the sweat across his forehead or the worst, when he lays on his forearm behind his head without a care in the world. like it’s an everyday occurrence that women sit on his dick and you’re next. it turns you on more than you can admit, it makes you feel like a shy virgin being naked in front of a boy for the first time.
along with the thick cock pressing against your warmest points, it’s too overwhelming for you.
“big and sexy?”
you roll your eyes, “that’s all you heard?”
“y’know i love when you’re on top. happy to do whatever you want,” he chuckles boyishly and the big arm that haunts you, wraps around your waist to drag you into his body. “like i wasn’t shittin’ myself when we fucked for the first time. lookin’ up at me like your life depended on a hard fuck.”
you guys dated for two months before you got intimate. to say you were going crazy for a single touch from this man, would be an understatement.
“no i wasn’t! but you look cocky and mean in a sexy way,” you gasp looking at him, “you look like dynamight. tv dynamight.”
tv dynamight is an alternate version of dynamight and your usual boyfriend bakugou katsuki. tv dynamight is the one you see snappily answering after fight interviews or smirking when the crowd cheers for him or rolling his eyes when he’s on a talk show and he gets a stupid question. you never get this version of him, he’s so much softer and love struck with you. doesn’t mean you don’t love watching it.
bakugou frowns, “i just look at you and say you look good. that sounds like a bad thing.”
“did you miss me saying you look sexy? so sexy it gets me feeling like an idiot.” you cross your arms under the covers. “i just want to be good at it. able to make you come like that.”
as much as he loves you still feeling nervous around him, he wants to get to the bottom of this.
“we’re sortin’ this tomorrow.”
having planned sex is a whole different game than simply assuming you’ll have sex tonight or having it spontaneously. it includes you turning up at bakugou’s apartment, more excited than usual, flinging your overnight bag on the ground and your arms around his neck.
“i watched a few videos and read articles on how to be comfortable and i did a few stretches at home,” you say, kissing him hello and katsuki has to blink into realisation.
your conversation before bed. he’s been thinking about having you tonight all day that part of him believed it was all his imagination. he kisses you back, then your cheek.
“y’look pretty,” you’re in a matching comfy pink gym set. he doesn’t know the last time you went to the gym but you always ask him to buy you these expensive ass sets. “and wait, you stretched to prepare?”
he chuckles bubbly, grabbing your bag off the floor. you pout immediately, “don’t laugh at me. i’m trying here! all you have to do is lay back.”
“i’m not laughin’ at you, baby. i love you,” he grins, “i’d never laugh.”
but you’re clenching your teeth, looking away at the dinner he’s started preparing for you both. ah, this evening he’s got his sensitive girlfriend. perhaps this was a bigger deal than you originally made it out to be.
“maybe i shouldn’t—,”
“no, we are. it was just fuckin’ adorable, i should have had a wank before you came so i don’t bust as soon as you’re naked.”
he walks into his bedroom to plop your bag on the floor and you follow behind.
“you do that?”
“i used to when we started datin’. meant i’d last longer. the fact we planned this i should have done my prep.”
his last syllable is cut off when you lay your lips over his, tugging the end of his white tee so he pulls it off.
“don’t expect this to be good, i’m just trying and testing tonight, okay?” you mumble and just as quick as usual, katsuki hardens in his basketball shorts.
the idea of being your test dummy, your experiment while you ride him, sounds like a fantasy to him. it’s true that you’d ask to be on top usually and then upon not being able to find your groove, you give up. then katsuki will grab your ass cheeks and slide you up and down like you weigh a feather.
“sounds sexy, baby,” he groans, nibbling down your neck and in turn, being rewarded with sweet gasps from you. “get naked for me.”
bakugou lays back in the centre of his bed butt naked and hard as a rock while you sit on your knees beside him, also butt naked.
“sit on my face,” he orders.
“no! treat this seriously.”
“i’m so fuckin’ serious, c’mon. you say you need to get comfortable, you’re always comfortable on my face. maybe i needa make you come first.”
he doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying, he just knows you're wet right now and he wants a taste.
it does sway you a little. thinking about the videos you’ve seen and articles you’ve read. educational ones! some being porn also. stretching your hips is necessary and it’s not that you’re uncomfortable around your boyfriend, just being on top, shyness takes over.
his hand drifts up your thighs, then your soft stomach before squeezing your breast. you see katsuki twitch out the corner of your eye. your mouth waters at the sight of him. always so pretty, thick and long, dead weight on his stomach. only from some kissing and being naked together.
“we could sixty nine?”
he grabs your hips, dragging you closer and manoeuvring you so you’re sitting on his upper chest. he can smell you from here, he’s sure pre is leaking from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“we’re focusin’ on you.”
“says the one begging to eat me out.”
katsuki’s smiles always drive you crazy, mostly because they’re always dedicated to you. the world gets his smirks and as sexy as they are, it’s never a genuinely excited smile. especially over the prospect of having you on his face.
his gold tooth catches the warm lamp light and he reaches to kiss your thigh, “you’re so close now. can smell ya.”
before you can let the intimacy overwhelm you, you sit up on your knees and carefully slot your pussy over your lover's face.
katsuki only needed one session with you to be good at eating you out. an annoying thing about him is how he’s simply good at everything, whilst you, after months of dating, still need to work on things. you think about the sex positive podcasts you’ve listened to recently and it’s true, not everything is going to work out of the box. you’re two completely different people coming together. in both ways.
but katsuki, he always knew exactly what to do to get you trembling. it’s firstly his enthusiasm. probably the biggest turn on. how he clutches your thighs like someone’s about to take you away. the meat of your legs will definitely have an imprint after this. how he closes his eyes and moans into you. rocks your hips into his face as his tongue laps up everything you are.
like a man starved, his death row meal and he’s asked for you on a platter. he sucks on your clit and opens his eyes to see you lean over to grab the headboard. watching your tits and how they shake at every movement he makes. katsuki loves to talk but because his mouth is preoccupied, you just get vibrations through you along with the accompanying moans and groans he can’t help.
“fuck, y’taste… so fuckin’—,” is all he can manage, sticking his tongue down your centre and licking as much as he can.
“‘tsuki, so good,” you cry, you meet his eyes and your whole body heats up to boiling temperature. his ruby pupils are narrowed, as if he’s testing you to come now, on his face.
you grind your hips on him, following wherever feels good. he slaps your ass and you mewl. “i’m gonna, baby, i need to come.”
since he can’t speak even if he wanted to, you do as you please, coming all over katsuki’s face. your body trembles as he swipes up every drop that comes out of you, keeping you still so you don’t fall off. you clench your eyes shut, wailing loud enough that in any other part of the city, you’d have angry neighbours.
you flop onto the bed beside katsuki, as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you’re quick to give him a cuddle, basking in the come down of your orgasm.
“good, baby?” he asks, rubbing your back slowly.
you nod against him, stuffing your face in his armpit as you catch your breath.
“how are you so good at that?”
bakugou laughs, chest swelling with pride, “‘m just passionate.”
after counting to three in your head you get up slowly, biting down on your lip.
“you wanna take another second?”
“no! and i think you were right. the orgasm helped.”
you swing your leg over bakugou’s thighs to straddle him. carefully you take hold of his cock, flicking your wrist up and down him.
katsuki reaches his arm behind his head to lay on his forearm. everything about the man is sex. the massive biceps, his flushed face. how he kneads your thigh to check you’re still there with his eyes shut.
“just like that, babygirl,” he grunts, “been thinking about this since you mentioned it. horny all goddamn day.”
you smile at him, “thinking of me in your meetings?”
you squeeze the base of his cock, your other hand coming in to rub his balls in your palm. his hips jolt into your hands, chasing every movement.
“i always fuckin’ am. b-but you on top, ridin’ the shit outta me.”
you moan without meaning to, “i want to do that for you.”
bakugou’s eyes slid open, “today is about you. findin’ out how you like it.” he pulls your hands off him and you pout. “sit on me and start movin’.”
“yes, sir,” you say playfully but it only makes bakugou exhale shakily, blinking away any newfound arousal.
he holds your hips, as you angle his cock into you. you’re already soaked from what he did to you, so he slides in like a dream, bottoming out completely.
“oh fuck,” you curse, planting your hands flat on his chest. staying still feels good, you feel him everywhere, prodding your softest parts, your walls sucking him in like he belongs there. but you know it could feel better, you just need to work out how.
“i wanna fuck into you. didn’t realise how hard this shit would be for me,” he groans, adjusting the pillow behind his head.
you blink away the horny fog the best you can. he’s still got your shine on his chin and he’s staring at you like he’s a second away from taking over. swinging you so you lay flat so he can take control. you feel his gaze on every part of your body, the focus on your soft stomach then where you meet between your legs. what gets you most is how he focuses on your face as if he’s recording every expression and exhale. the clear proof of him being so into you, the smirk rising onto his cheeks at the position you’ve got him in.
the fact he’s so into you, whilst looking like an adonis statue in an art gallery, makes you so shy.
“s-so last time i just grinded on you but i didn't feel anything? i watched a few videos on how to bounce on you without aching.” you try to look away from him, but it just has you staring at his chest. littered with these gorgeous scars. his golden body that can protect you and the country. you have to close your eyes.
“you’re watchin’ porn without me?”
you and bakugou have never watched porn together with the aim to come. sometimes you’d send him a video of something you wanna try but that’s all.
“for research! and some girls on tiktok helped.”
“okay, babygirl. do your thing, pretend i’m not here lookin’ big and sexy.”
“shut up,” you mumble, firstly planting your feet into the mattress by his hips and keeping your hands flat on bakugou’s chest to begin bouncing on his cock.
it’s a position you’ve never tried, one that always embarrassed you to imagine getting into and moving like so. you’re grateful for your stretch beforehand because bakugou glides in and out like butter. it’s more intense than just sitting on him, your body is squashed and he knows he’s gonna be using this image to get himself off till the end of time.
“oh, oh…,” you whine, tits smushed, stomach clenched to focus on what feels best. “i like this. feels good, baby.”
bakugou clenches his teeth. he can see you suck him up with every bounce, your thighs wet, so is his length. he could come like this alone if you moan any louder.
“you comfortable?” he asks, “you look insane, babygirl. can’t believe this… i could come.”
“don’t!” you squeal, whines flowing out of you without meaning to, “my knees are hurting.”
“i can help,” bakugou thrusts his hips up into you and he’s about to thrust you down into him, like what he usually does once you give up.
“no, no, let me try something else.”
without pulling off him completely, you press your knees into the bed and lean all your weight onto your left side. you begin to bounce again, up and down, up and down.
you fling your head back, mostly from the burn switching from your knees to your thighs.
bakugou’s obsessed with whatever position you get yourself in, “doin’ so good, princess.”
that has you looking at him, leaning forward for a kiss. he meets it without thought, biting down on your bottom lip when you pull away.
“i am?”
he nods rapidly, swearing under his breath. he’s got a layer of sweat on his forehead even though he’s barely done anything. forcing himself to not move is more exerting than just moving.
“yeah, baby. feels like torture though, not gonna lie to you.” he squeezes the fat of your hips, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds.
you switch your weight onto your right knee, sighing in delight, wetness leaking from you. your bodies are getting louder now, the slap of your skin against his. graphic with the white ring forming around bakugou’s cock.
“now you know how i feel when you won’t let me come,” you whisper and he’s about to lean in to bite your lip as a punishment but you rotate around so your back is facing him.
you’ve never tried reverse cowgirl before but you can already predict how katsuki will feel about it. bakugou’s least favourite position. you know this because he always goes on about how he loves to see your face. your sweet loverboy. but equally one of his favourites because it’s a front row view of your rippling ass every time you slap down on him. it’s enough to make him come, a few bounces and he’s done. it’s also a good break to not have to think about him staring at you. the number one tip for other shy girls on that blog site you read.
you forward, grabbing his knees and for a second you can barely move.
“princess?” bakugou asks, caressing your ass slowly. “you okay?”
“i can feel you in my stomach,” his cockhead nudges against your insides, somehow further than you’ve ever felt before. why the hell haven’t you tried this before?
bakugou sits up on his forearm, sneaking his hand to your stomach, “does it hurt? you wanna pull off?”
you shake your head, then you remember he can’t see you well. you moan, grinding back into him. you can’t be quiet, can barely make out a coherent word either. you’re between crying and moaning, soft breaths of “‘tsuki,” and another wail.
“so good, fuck, i’m gonna die,” you gasp and the warmth in your stomach bundles together and tightens. you ignore the burn in your knees, focusing on the obscene amount of pleasure that bursts under your skin. you reach between your legs to play with your clit, slow circular rubs to make everything last as long as possible.
katsuki gets where you are now. the idea of you using him like a toy is what had him boiling all day. you’re moving on your own accord, focusing on yourself and what feels good. he begins to help, meeting your thrusts just so you scream louder.
“cmon, baby,” he says behind gritted teeth, “let me hear ya, louder for me.”
bakugou’s strict with his thrusts, obsessed with how your body shakes when it comes into contact with his. how his thighs are equally soaked and the fact that you’re both leaking onto his bedsheets. he keeps moving and before he knows it, only hearing your whines, he comes inside you.
jolting harshly, a hand on your hip bone to keep you close while he comes. it has you looking back at him with a frown.
“s-sorry, i couldn’t fuckin’—,” he’s gasping for air, back arched off the bed. he holds you down and you’re grinning like you’ve won a prize. “fuck, holy shit.”
“you came.”
delight blossoms inside of you, your body burning for your own release. katsuki looks exhausted. red cheeks, sweat coating his forehead. he genuinely looks pissed that he came. you look at the mess between your legs, so much come.
he grunts in annoyance, “i didn’t mean to i—,”
but he’s cut off as you face him again, ignoring all the liquids spilling out. you plant your feet by his head and lean back, your hands on his knees.
“touch my clit for me,” you ask politely and bakugou does what he’s told, mentally preparing himself for the overstimulation about to come.
you begin bouncing again, using your hands to guide your body up and down, rolling your hips to grind to hit a specific spot. all the shyness you ever felt before has evaporated, simply following your body to catch whatever feels good.
bakugou on the other hand, feels as if he’s about to pass out. if it’s the squelch in the air, the sight of your pussy drenched and his cock soaked. your pubic hair has strings of his come and his lower stomach has a shine to it. his cock is still hard, aching, twitching in painful flicks of pleasure. but there’s no way he could say no, not with you looking practically angelic.
you’re in your own world with your little mumbles, your whines that sound troubled but are anything but. he’s not sure how he can have you in any other position but on top after this. you ride him like you own him, like he’s yours to play with and use to relax. your breasts are soft, nipples perked to the ceiling and as he rolls his thumb against your clit, he knows you’re ready to come any second now.
“oh my god, katsuki.” you make those odd grunting sounds that make bakugou leak, “faster, w-why haven’t we done this before?”
you say in a rush and bakugou obeys, speeding up his rubs on your clit.
“this is all we’re gonna do now, huh?”
you hum, pace slowing as the burn of your knees radiates.
“lettin’ you ride my cock while i come early like a fuckin’ teenager,” he moans, frowning harshly because he’s too sensitive now, way too sensitive.
bakugou takes matters into his own hands, especially once you whine for him, “help me, ‘tsuki.”
you lift your head up to lock eyes with him. you’re fucking crying. tears down your cheeks, “i love you so much.”
he thrusts into you, meaning you no longer need to strain your body anymore. he moves you for your own pleasure, sliding you up and down, mimicking how you were moving and he’s ready to come again.
“nah, you love my cock. tell me you do.”
it takes only a second for you to reply, stretching your arms straight, your back arched so bakugou can see all the beautiful curves of your breasts and waist. he bites back his bearish groans, this is way too much for him right now. he thinks hes about to come again.
“l-love your cock so much. feels like heaven, like i’m gonna split open,” you babble, “love it so much, ‘tsuki.”
“my good fuckin’ girl, usin’ me like this. love you so much, princess,” he hums and before you can even catch yourself, after all the noise tonight, your orgasm is a silent one.
these strained gasps come from your throat as you lean forward, your whole body tensing. you don’t mean to dig your nails into his chest, but bakugou welcomes the pain especially when he orgasms again, loud enough for you both.
he growls into the air as you hold yourself up over him, open mouthed, tears falling from your eyes.
you can barely contain yourself, your body still bouncing as he continues thrusting his hips. everything is lewd, the stained bedsheets and the trail of sweat down your breasts. the sound of your ass hitting his balls only draws out your orgasm, your bodies soaked with each other.
“oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper. you stare at your boyfriend in shock as he slows down and wraps his arms around your body to drag you to his chest. “we’ve never… it’s never felt like that before.”
you can feel him pulsating inside of you and your walls are hot around him.
you both breathe, catching your breaths, plastered to each other.
“you’ve got me fucked,” his chuckle is dry, but you shuffle to get comfortable and bakugou yelps. “don’t fuckin’ move. please.”
you smile, pressing kisses into his chest until you realise what you’ve done. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”
you trail off, lightly brushing your thumb over the red scratches over katsuki’s chest. bakugou’s half lidded eyes catch yours, grabs your hand to kiss the centre of your palm.
“it felt good, princess. needed any distraction to ignore your warm pussy.” he pouts his lips and you happily meet his, “you confident bein’ on top now?”
bakugou twitches inside of you, “yeah. i know what to do now.”
“you looked…,” and he doesn’t know how to describe you. but you’re patiently waiting for an answer. if anyone likes to be complimented more than him, it’s you, “like a goddamn angel. thought you were gonna kill me.”
“i’d never,” your eyes droop, ready for an evening nap. “you need to pull out now.”
bakugou sighs, “this is gonna be a mess to clean up and my dick aches.”
“i’m sore too!”
bakugou rolls his eyes but he knows he’s going to be kissing your knees and thighs any minute now.
“still want me to cook dinner or order in?” he asks, pushing you on your back to slowly slide out of you.
you whine softly as he does, not used to the feeling of not being full. you almost want to sit back on him, clamp your legs around him and never let him go.
“fuck,” bakugou grunts, then he sees your pout. “after dinner.”
your eyes light up, “really?”
“you’re goddamn insatiable.”
“it’s just there’s one more position, well two, i want to try with you sitting up and me laying down.”
he climbs off the bed to grab a clean flannel from his en-suite. “you wanna break me, huh?” he calls.
you giggle, “no, i just wanna know how it’ll feel and the website i found has loads of positions we haven’t tried.”
you have the audacity to look innocent while he wipes your legs with the damp flannel. then your lower stomach and very lightly between your legs.
“you should have told me earlier i would have booked tomorrow off work.” he kisses your knee, “we can do whatever you want. until you get all achy.”
there’s no doubt he’d be able to get hard again for you, especially looking this eager about trying a new way to have sex with him.
you nod softly, running your hand down his face, “can you still cook? i want your udon noodles.”
if it was up to bakugou he’d order in. he’s way too tired to cook for you right now and still have energy to have sex again after. he had a whole patrol and training earlier today too.
but one thing bakugou has always struggled with since he met you, is the ability to say no. especially not when you sit up and grab the flannel from him to slowly swipe across his stomach and then his softened cock.
you’re hanging out with bakugou’s firefighter friends and you make one sexual innuendo that has bakugou laughing, taking you in a playful headlock and kirishima is like, “wow, yn? i thought you were so innocent…”
you and bakugou frown at each other then him.
“hah?” bakugou blurts.
“no, like you’re always so sweet and shy. i can’t imagine you both even getting down and dirty.”
that makes you laugh aloud as bakugou slowly lets go of you out of shock. kirishima has always been an awful read on people, but this is probably the worst he’s ever gotten it.
“oh you’re right. we haven’t consummated this relationship yet. we just kiss,” you giggle.
kaminari strolls into the room, “what the hell kiri, they’re literally all over each other all the time. i catch him with his tongue down yn’s throat daily.”
kirishima’s eyes nearly pop out of this head, looking at you and bakugou, “really?”
“yeah bro, they’re freaks.”
“we aren’t fuckin’ freaks, mind your own business, you cucks.” bakugou bites, holding your hand tightly.
you shrug beside him, “we kinda are. there’s not a room we haven’t done something in.”
bakugou’s head shoots down to you, “babe?”
you look up at him with a grin.
“you’re lying. they’re lying, right?”
“yes she’s fuckin’ playin’ with you,” bakugou squeezes your hand in warning while you shrug.
“have you seen the books she reads?”
deku pulls out his earphones, mouth full of a sandwich, “kacchan’s ears are red!”
Thinking about the major difference in comparison of katsuki giving you the dih for the first time before AND after experience.
Having sex with katsuki will probably be the most awkward thing you both have ever done, we know katsuki is the biggest NERD ever, and he won't be any different when you finally give him his first taste of heaven on earth.
"F-fuck, you're tight—n warm" Katsuki groaned, his deep voice rumbling through his chest as he finally entered inside you. He then began adjusting your leg positions on his hips, his usually precise hands now visibly trembling with a mix of struggle and nerves.
Furrowed brows and very focused eyes as if he was on hero commission— already having a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead from it too, evidence of the immense effort and concentration he was exerting.
The unusual sight of it made you giggle, causing him to pause mid-motion. He glanced down at you, his narrowed eyes hidden beneath furrowed brows as a soft blush crept across his cheeks and tipped his ears. He was such a gorgeous man in every way possible.
Oh katsuki the man you are.
"What's so funny?" Katsuki asked, raising a brow as he tried to muster his usual irritated expression. But despite his attempt at a scowl, unfortunately for him— he looked more embarrassed than intimidating.
"You're just so handsome," you murmured with a warm smile, reaching up to gently squeeze Katsuki's firm bicep and cup his blushing cheek.
Typical Katsuki's blush deepened, and he let out a heavy "Tch" before sharply turning his head to the side, in an attempt to shove the compliment to the side.
Just then— Katsuki paused, his hips still nestled snugly between your thighs as he turned back to gaze down at you with an intense, almost reverent expression. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"I'm ready," he softly declared, his voice barely above a whisper.
"..are you?"
You nodded up at him, your heart swelling with affection.
"Been ready," you murmured softly, giving his cheek a gentle caress.
THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME.
And boy, were you right about Katsuki being a BIG NERD—and by big nerd, I meant— knowing absolutely EVERYTHING, there was to know about pleasing a woman. Because after that, it was NEVER the same again, with Katsuki always finding new ways to impress and satisfy you with his vast knowledge and enthusiasm.
Katsuki was a smart man, quick to learn and adapt. Thanks to his natural aptitude and insatiable curiosity, you discovered many new things about your boyfriend Bakugo Katsuki and his absolute passion for sex.
One time, you found yourselves doing it in Katsuki's parents' house while his parents waited downstairs in the living room, completely oblivious to the lewd activities taking place mere feet away.
You were supposed to just explore Katsuki's old room, filled with nostalgic memories—when suddenly, you creating new ones yourselves. You ended up bent over the mattress, your head pressed into the sheets and your lower body dangling off the edge of the bed.
"Katsuki, I don't think this is a—ah! A good idea," you whimpered, your words muffled by the mattress as you struggled to maintain your balance. Your legs trembled and threatened to give out with each forceful thrust of Katsuki's hips against your ass. The consistent, relentless pounding made it difficult to keep yourself anchored, and you gripped the sheets for dear life.
"It's not," Katsuki panted, his voice strained with exertion and pleasure as he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with each forceful thrust.
"But fuck, I can't stop. You feel too good."
His hips slammed against your ass, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your muffled cries. Katsuki's sweat-slicked chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you, one hand snaking around to roughly palm your breast while the other braced against the wall for support.
"Just hold on, baby. I'm so close," he grunted, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm.
That's not all.
Another time, Katsuki had you pinned against a thick oak tree in the middle of a hiking trail, just mere meters away from the main path. He lifted you effortlessly, your back rubbing against the rough bark as his strong hands gripped and squeezed the globes of your ass. Katsuki thrust upwards at such a pace that forced you to cling to his shoulders for support as your cries filled the air.
"Kats, people are gonna spot us..!" you whimpered, burying your face in his neck as you moaned and writhed against him.
"just a quickie, promise," Katsuki grunted, his hands kneading and squeezing the flesh of your buns. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he continued his loving in you.
But that's not all of them! You and Katsuki have tried A LOT of things together, and by a lot, you mean Katsuki has almost exhausted the entire Kama Sutra, exploring every position, kink and fetish imaginable. From roleplays to BDSM to toys galore..ahem, there's hardly a taboo subject or act that you haven't delved into together.
So in short— There is a major difference from the first time and now.
And you can't help but wonder.. what more naughty tricks does Katsuki have up his sleeve?
You can't wait.
.𖥔a/n: BACK FROM THE DEAD? AHH anyway.. this ain't a fic, just had a thought that kind turned into well— nowhere, hehe. I'll be reviewing for NAT exams so although I'll be busy, I won't be dead DEAD— you know? I miss you guys sm, and I miss writing the mosttttt huhu I'll catch uppp, promisee. Stay tuned for more rambles!!!
warnings: cursing, angst/comfort (eventually) y/n is pregnant, fake pics
a/n: i got done w this a bit early so surpriseee??? for those of you who have been reading/keeping up with this, thank you soooo much!!! i did add this to the warnings but the gender reveal pic is from Pinterest.
ps. i could be wrong, buuuuuut i think u guys might really like this one 😇✨✨
katsuki running his hands through your hair. you yell at him because he’s ruining your curls, but it feels too soft for him to stop. after a while you look in the mirror to see the fluffy mess he’s created, turning your head slowly to meet his gaze, face pouty and all. he decides to himself right then and there he’s never seen anything more precious. you decide he has 3 seconds to run before you get your hands on him.
when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?
imagine bakugou sees reader in pre-shower makeup LOL
.ᐟ ‘s pretty
a/n: i didn’t even mean to write this much????? it just turned into a full blown blurb and i couldn’t stop??? thank u for ur brain anon
you’re in the bathroom, sitting on the sink counter, jammin to your music because fuck it, let’s try that new look you’ve been dying to attempt.
you told katsuki you were getting in the shower nearly an hour ago, and he still hadn’t heard the water in all of that time. he genuinely starts to think you fell asleep or just got distracted on your phone (which happens a lot), so he walks to the bathroom door and stands at it, ear flush against the wood.
all he can hear is your playlist blaring from your phone, you humming along to the tune, and the occasional clacking noise from your fingers rummaging in your makeup bag.
you weren’t doing half bad honestly. your eyes were covered in glitter and your skin was nearly raw from how many times you applied, removed, and reapplied your eyeliner. but at least your lips looked good. lined and glossy. the blush was definitely overkill, but everything else balanced it out, making it almost look normal.
now it was time to stare at yourself in the mirror for the next 15 minutes, wishing you could be half this good on a regular day and not seconds before you needed to wash it off.
a knock on the door startled you, interrupting your moment of self appreciation.
“you good in there?”
katsuki was always so nosy.
the door was right next to the sink you sat on, so you leaned over and turned the knob, welcoming the nosy blonde boy to the sight of your freshly dolled up face.
“i thought you were getting in the shower?”
katsuki seemed confused how you walked into the bathroom with a bare face and the intention to bathe yourself, only to open the door and reveal makeup he had never seen on you and the dirty clothes you wore all day still hanging on your body.
“i am.”
“that’s not what this looks like.”
he was amused more than anything. at times like these, he reminded himself why he even wanted to date you in the first place. your spontaneous personality enthralled him, even though you were hard to predict at times. it balanced his own personality out, which elicited a chuckle from him from time to time.
“it’s my pre-shower makeup.”
“that makes absolutely zero fucking sense,” he stepped off his place on the doorframe, taking the few steps to stand right behind you, connecting his eyes with yours from the mirror that hung on the wall in front of you, “why would you do your makeup if you have to wash it off?”
you shrugged your shoulders. why wouldn’t you? it’s fun and there are no consequences. at times like these you laughed to yourself at how boyish your boyfriend was. even though he acted like you had just done the stupidest thing, he was caught in a damn trance, staring at you through the reflection with lightly furrowed brows and his mouth slightly gaped, taking in the makeup you had put on yourself.
“you like?”
katsuki slowly nodded his head, moving to the side of you and bringing a hand up to carefully pull your head to look in his direction. he was leaning with an elbow on the sink counter, his eyes raking over your features.
“looks good.”
“but do you like it?” you asked once more.
“yeah. i like it.” he replied, bringing his thumb up to gently caress the glitter that adorned your eyelids, leaving goosebumps to cover your body as he slowly drug it down your cheek to swipe the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip.
“ ‘s pretty, why don’t you do this more often?”
“are you asking me why i don’t ’look pretty’ more often? do you think i’m ugly?”
you were obviously fucking with him, but your words still annoyed him and he rolled his eyes.
“fuck off. the makeup. why don’t you do it like this more often?”
“this is a pre-shower specialty. i’ll never be able to do it this good again.” you chuckled out.
you leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his cheek, leaving a glossy burgundy imprint on his skin.
“okay, now i’m actually gonna get in the shower.”
katsuki watched you hop off the sink and you started the water, pushing him out of the bathroom. you stared up at him from where he had his head stuck in the open crack of the door.
“i could just take it off for you.”
“and how are you planning to do that?”
“i dunno, kiss it off?” a smug grin creeped onto his face.
you stood on your tiptoes, raising up to be at katsuki’s eye level. you slowly leaned in, landing your lips on his for a quick kiss and breaking away a second later.
“aw, now we match.” you said in reference to the gloss that shone on his slightly puckered lips. katsuki’s grin could have shot you down with how attractive it was.
“guess we both have pre-shower makeup we need to wash off now.”
honestly, i love it when people REALLY get bakugou. and i mean REALLY REALLY understand him. Bakugou was NEVER evil but instead had the largest inferiority complex i have ever seen, he had a genuine fear of failing or disappointing others which made him act with that cocky and egotistical mask. i also like to think that this is the reason why Izuku never hated him
like in that one quote "the idea of victory was so tied to the image of you in my head", it is undeniable that Bakugou is a victorious person who always wants to win, but that is also his biggest downfall. Bakugou wants to be the best but how can you be the best while treating others poorly?
His growth in the anime and manga is seriously one of my favorite character development arcs i have ever seen.
most people genuinely don’t like his character bc they just know him as the rude bully guy who only cares about himself
and i really like how by the end of the series, he’s developed so well but at the same he’s still the guy we know from the beginning of the series but also a completely different person
he's got you sat up on the bathroom sink, snugged in between your thighs with a nyx lip liner pencil in the shade “dark brown” in his hand and your chocolate brown fenty gloss on the counter.
“don't fuck my lips up ki’ they're my best feature.” you pout your plump lips at him.
he scoffs, “whatever, I know what m’doin-” he gently starts to trace over the outline of your slightly dry lips, just so the liner would apply better.
he’s so memorized by you. he loves your pretty face, every single feature. your cute nose, plump and full lips, your dark brown eyes—he loves it all.
“y’so pretty, baby..” he whispers as he finishes your bottom lip, reaching for the gloss.
“aw, katsuki, you think im pretty?” you smile at him, already knowing that he does.
he scoffs at you and mumbles a little “duh” under his breath. he opens up the gloss and applies it to your top lip, then eventually your bottom. he personally thinks he nailed that shit.
he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you off the sink so you could see yourself in the mirror. “see baby? i told you i was a fuckin professional.”
“okay, baby, i see you! you did good!” you’re cheesing so hard in the mirror because he did such a good job; he might’ve done a better job than you ever could.
you turn to face him to give him a kiss without realizing it would mess your lips up.
“y/n! you ruined my hard fuckin work,” he raises his voice a little in surprise.
“oops..” you whisper, staring at your lip combo on his lips.
“i guess we twinning now, baby.”
“please shut up,” he says with a smile. this man really loves you down, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world.
irregular nicknames bkg would call u ^^
peach - when he's feeling sweet nd soft
sweets - when ur crying and he wants u to feel better
hot stuff - when ur lookin sexyyy!
fuckin goober - LMAO
little lady - when hes feeling flirty
doll - cuz yes!!
shrimpy - when ur shy/nervous
sleeping beauty - self explanatory but not in a sweet way, more like a "okay sleeping beauty, get yer ass up."
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