you know that trope where it’s princess + knight, but they’ve both been captured by the bad guys and the princess is now gripped by the jaw by the villain, receiving a thin cut to her cheek while remaining completely still with a defiant look in her eyes even as a droplet of blood begins to trickle out of the wound, all while 3 people AT THE VERY LEAST need to have their hands locked on the knight because he’s thrashing around like a wild animal, trying so so so desperately, violently, to get to her?
I don't know if you do this kind of genre (if not, feel free to ignore this request), but can I ask for Sub!Bakugou x Dom!Fem!reader? The scenario is like Reader discovering (on their first time) that Katsuki is into pegging/rimming
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hii ofc you can, thanks so much for requesting <3 ! i never viewed him as a sub, i feel as if it’s mischaracterization… so sorry if it’s not perfect (^^;)
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good boy !~
pro hero katsuki bakugo, all sharp edges and pride… until you learn exactly where they crack.
timeskip sub!bakugo x fem!dom!reader nsfw !!
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you notice it by accident.
it’s not like katsuki asks, he never would.
it’s something smaller— quieter. a hitch in his breath when your hand lingers too long on his hip. the way he goes tense instead of pulling away when you press him down against the mattress just to kiss him harder.
normally, he’d snap. tell you to quit messing around and flip you onto your back without thinking.
but this time? he freezes, just for half a second— but you feel it.
the hesitation. the way his breath stutters like you’ve touched something you weren’t supposed to.
“…what,” he mutters, voice rough. defensive. “why’re you lookin’ at me like that.”
you don’t answer right away. you just shift— slow, deliberate— settling more comfortably over him. letting him feel your weight, your control.
his jaw tightens, “fuckin’ hell, get off,” he says, not looking at you.
you tilt your head. “…you sure?”
he swallows.
that’s when you know, katsuki bakugo doesn’t swallow unless he’s cornered— unless he wants something he hates himself for wanting.
“…i didn’t say stop,” he snaps, immediately frustrated. “just— don’t fuckin’—”
“don’t what?” you ask softly.
you slide your hand down his chest, fingers tracing muscle he’s proud of— stopping just before it becomes something else. you feel the way his thighs tense beneath you. the way his hands curl into the sheets instead of grabbing you.
his voice drops. lower. raw.
“…don’t make it weird.”
you smile— slow, knowing.
“katsuki,” you murmur, leaning down so he has to look at you. “look at me.”
he doesn’t want to, but he does.
and there it is— that sharp, furious blush climbing his cheekbones. the way his eyes burn with something between embarrassment and need.
“you like when i take charge, hm?” you say, not accusing, just stating it.
his teeth grit, “…shut up.”
you hum, “you like when i tell you what to do.”
silence.
then— barely audible:
“…don’t say it like that.”
your thumb presses under his chin, tilting his face back up when he tries to turn away.
“like what?”
he exhales hard through his nose. defeated. honest in a way he hates.
“…like it’s obvious.”
your chest warms and you shift again, settling more firmly, and his breath catches despite himself. his eyes flutter shut for half a second before he forces them open again.
“…this stays between us,” he mutters. “you hear me?”
you lean in, lips brushing his ear.
“only if you ask properly.”
his whole body tenses and for a long moment, katsuki bakugo… number one hero in the making, just breathes beneath you.
then, quietly. rough. stripped bare.
“…please.”
and the sound of it?
yeah, you’re never letting him live that down.
you smirk, feeling a thrill of power at the sound of that single word falling from katsuki's lips. "please." he’d never said it before, never begged like this and you knew he hated himself for it even as his body responded eagerly to your touch.
leaning down, you capture his mouth in a deep, dominating kiss. your tongue sweeps past his lips to claim him thoroughly, and you can feel the way he melts into it despite himself. his hands come up to grip your hips hard enough to bruise as he arches up against you.
when you finally pull back, both of your chests are heaving with exertion and desire. katsuki’s eyes are dark and blown wide with lust when they meet yours again.
"good boy," you purr approvingly, letting the words drip with honeyed venom designed to make him squirm. you grind down against him slowly, feeling his hardness through the fabric separating you.
katsuki’s eyes flash with a mix of embarrassment and outrage at your words, but he doesn't pull away. instead, his hips buck up against yours almost involuntarily, seeking more friction. his hands tighten on your hips possessively.
"you’re fuckin’ insufferable," he growls, even as his body betrays him. "i’m not some puppy you can just- ah!"
you cut off his protests by leaning down to bite at the sensitive skin of his throat, marking him as yours. your teeth scrape over his pulse point before soothing it with your tongue.
"shh," you murmur against his skin. "just let go for once in your life."
he shudders beneath you, torn between pride and desire. you can practically see the war raging in his head, the part of him that wants to submit clashing with the part that refuses to be weak.
but in this moment, pinned beneath you like this? he’s helpless to resist the way you make him feel.
you sense the tension building in his body, the way his muscles coil tighter and tighter like a spring ready to snap. you can feel his heart pounding beneath your fingertips, racing with excitement and fear.
"let go," you whisper again, your breath hot against his skin. "just for once, let me take care of you kats..."
katsuki's eyes flash open, he's trapped between wanting to surrender and refusing to be weak. but as you continue to kiss him, slow and deliberate, he starts to unravel.
his hands slide up your back, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your shoulders as he tries to pull himself closer. his hips buck up against yours once more, seeking more friction.
you give it to him, slow rolls of your hips that rub him just right. katsuki's head falls back against the mattress as he lets out a low groan of pleasure.
"fuck," he mutters under his breath. "this is... this is so... ugh."
you grin at his discomfort, loving the way his body responds to you even as he tries to resist. slowly, teasingly, you trail your fingers down his chest and stomach until you reach the waistband of his pants.
"let’s get these off, yeah?" you murmur, popping open the button and sliding down the zipper. katsuki tenses but doesn't stop you as you tug them down over his hips and thighs, exposing him completely.
your eyes rake over his naked body appreciatively before settling on the hard dick of him jumping out proudly, you lick your lips hungrily.
"i wanna taste you," you purr, sinking down between his legs. his breath hitches in anticipation as you lean in close enough for your breath to ghost over his sensitive skin.
but instead of taking him into your mouth like he expects, you dip lower, trailing kisses along the inside of one thigh while letting your fingers dance teasingly along the other. katsuki squirms beneath your touch with a frustrated groan.
"fuck, quit teasin’," katsuki snaps, his voice rough with need. but even as he says it, his hips lift off the bed slightly, silently begging for more.
you chuckle darkly and decide to give him what he wants— for now. leaning in, you run your tongue along the underside of his dick from base to tip before swirling it around the sensitive head. katsuki’s breath catches sharply at the contact.
emboldened by his reaction, you take him into your mouth fully, inch by inch until he hits the back of your throat. you hold yourself there for a long moment before pulling back slowly, letting your teeth graze lightly along his dick.
katsuki lets out a strangled moan above you as his hands fist in the sheets beside him. his thighs tremble with tension as you continue to work him over with lips and tongue and teeth until he's panting harshly above you.
but just when you can tell he's getting close, you pull off abruptly with a wet pop. his eyes fly open in protest, his hips jerking up towards your mouth as if seeking more friction. but you're already moving away, crawling backwards down the bed until you're kneeling between his legs.
"i wanna taste something else first," you murmur with a wicked grin. katsuki’s eyes widen in understanding and he tenses slightly, but doesn't try to stop you as you push his thighs further apart.
leaning down, you run your tongue along the sensitive skin behind his balls before dipping lower, teasing around the tight pucker of his hole with feather light touches. he shudders at the sensation and lets out a shaky exhale.
"fuck...that feels so weird..." he mutters, even as he unconsciously pushes back against your tongue. you smirk against his skin and double down on your efforts, licking and circling and probing until he starts to relax into it.
soon enough, he’s is rocking back against your face shamelessly as you eat him out like it's your favorite meal.
you continue your ministrations, revealing in the way katsuki’s body responds to you. his hole clenches and flutters around your tongue as you push inside, fucking him with it slowly but steadily.
"a..ah what the hell...—fuck," katsuki chants breathlessly, his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. one hand comes down to tangle in your hair, holding you against him as he grinds back onto your face.
you let him use you for a few moments before pulling away abruptly again. he whines at the loss of contact but then gasps sharply when he feels something cool and slick pressing against his entrance.
"you’re so tight, heh," you murmur appreciatively as you work a finger inside him alongside your tongue. "i can't wait to feel this perfect ass wrapped around my dick.”
katsuki shudders violently at the dirty talk, his dick leaking endlessly onto his stomach. you add another finger, scissoring them carefully to stretch him open while still licking over his rim.
you continue to work him open with your fingers and tongue, reveling in the way his body responds to you. his hole clenches around your fingers as you pump them steadily in and out, trying to take them deeper each time.
he is practically sobbing with pleasure above you now, his face flushed and eyes glazed over with lust. "please... jus’ please fuck me," he begs shamelessly, too far gone to care about anything other than feeling you inside him.
you smile against his skin but oblige him nonetheless, pulling your fingers free and replacing them with the blunt head of your strap on dick. you press forward slowly but steadily until the tip pops inside, making him gasp sharply at the sudden intrusion.
"fuck..." he whimpers breathlessly as you pause there for a moment to let him adjust. his inner walls flutter around you, trying desperately to pull you in deeper.
with a low groan of satisfaction, you start to move, sliding inch by inch into that tight heat until finally bottoming out completely. you pause for a moment, savoring the feeling of being fully sheathed inside katsuki’s tight heat. he’s trembling beneath you, his body still trying to adjust to the intrusion. you can feel every clench and flutter of his inner muscles around your dick.
"fuck...you feel so amazing, pretty boy,” you groan, letting your eyes drift shut in bliss. "so perfect, bakugo..."
katsuki whimpers softly at your words, his hips shifting restlessly as if seeking more friction. you give it to him, pulling back until just the tip remains before slamming forward again with a low grunt.
"just like that— fuck..." he babbles incoherently as you set a steady pace, each thrust pushing him further up the bed until he's practically pinned between your body and the mattress.
your hands grip his hips tightly enough to bruise as you pound into him relentlessly, chasing your own pleasure even as you revel in the way katsuki’s body responds to yours.
you continue to fuck into him with deep, powerful thrusts that have the bed creaking beneath you. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your harsh panting and katsuki’s high, keening moans and groans.
"fuck...fuck...i’m so close..." he gasps out, his voice strained with pleasure. his dick bobs between his legs, leaking steadily onto his stomach as he nears the edge.
you lean down over him, changing the angle of your thrusts slightly and making katsuki whine out. "cmon, cum for me," you growl into his ear before biting down on the lobe roughly. "let me feel it."
your words are all it takes to push katsuki over, he comes with a choked groan of your name, his body convulsing violently beneath yours as thick ropes of cum splatter across his chest.
the feeling of his ass clamping down around you like a vice as he cums is almost too much, it only takes a few more thrusts before you're following him over the edge with a guttural groan.
you collapse on top of him in the aftermath, both of you panting harshly as you try to catch your breath. sweat coats your skin, making it slick and sticky where your bodies are pressed together intimately.
after a few moments, you roll off of katsuki onto your back beside him, one arm thrown across your eyes as you bask in the afterglow. he curls into your side almost immediately, his head pillowed on your chest and one leg thrown carelessly across yours.
you can feel his heart pounding against yours through the thin layer of skin separating them. the sound is comforting somehow, grounding even amidst the haze of post orgasmic bliss.
“you’re such a good boy for me,” you whisper softly.
make out sessions with bf!katsuki but every time things get bolder.
his hands will no longer stay on your hips. they move up slowly, sliding to your waist as he grips the hem of your blouse. there’s a brief pause — like he’s checking you, watching your reaction — before he starts pulling it up, careful not to rush anything.
and you don’t stop him. you encourage him.
your hands come over his, guiding his movements as he lifts the fabric higher and higher, over your stomach, inch by inch, until he finally reveals your breasts. your nipples harden instantly in the open air, and he bunches your blouse just above them, holding it there, leaving you exposed in front of him.
you moan softly into the kiss, your head tilting to the side, following his rhythm — or trying to— because it’s getting harder to keep up. wet, messy sounds fill his room along with your soft whimpers, the closeness between you two only growing more intense.
when his tongue pushes deeper into your mouth and his large hands finally cup your breasts, you shiver involuntarily, your body pressing forward into him, brushing against his crotch and pulling a low grunt from him in response.
his thumbs find your nipples, gently pressing into the sensitive buds, keeping his touch there just to stir you up. it works, of course. the sensation pulls more sounds from you —broken, breathy, honest — and something warm starts building deep in your stomach, unfamiliar but addicting.
your breath catches completely, fingers tangling in his already messy hair, tugging lightly at the strands as you keep kissing him, still grinding against his clothed dick without fully realizing it. he grunts into your mouth again, rougher this time, reacting to to you.
and you don’t even try to hide how long you make these moments last.
you drag them out on purpose.
you two would kiss for hours, just to see how long it takes before one of you finally gives in and pulls away first, trying to make the other give up.
and it the end? you would be breathless, turned on and wet, your underwear uncomfortable and his pants obviously straining him.
“do i give you a hard time?” you ask on a shaky voice, a smile creeping up your lips.
he just scoffs, forehead resting against yours, hands coming down your waist, gripping at your skin.
“hah, you wish,” he smirks, then his lips find you again, as if everything that happend is just the beginning.
you two really like torturing each other.
a/n: yeah… i need this. just hours of kissing and touching each other… *sigh*
not massively, anyways. it's always been something he does in secrecy whenever he feels he just can't hold out any longer, cursing himself for succumbing to such useless hormones. it's natural, a way of life and it's not very often he actually pleasures himself, typically away from porn because he finds it kind of degrading and can only imagine it's the type of shit incels who spend their entire lives locked in their dorm rooms jerking off would enjoy.
until he meets you. and now, it's not just the sex. it's not just the way your tits bounce when you ride him, or the way your spit foams around the corners of your mouth as you swallow him whole. it's the little, senseless things that drive him fucking insane.
like the way your hand brushes his arm sometimes as you walk. how you choose to sit next to him in study halls despite it being widely known he's one of the worst people to want to be around in any type of academic setting and everyone's looking at you like you're insane. the glint in your eye whenever you're talking about something you're passionate about, the kind of stuff he's finally got the pleasure of hearing you ramble on about despite acting like he hates it.
or how you finally managed to convince him— the fucking temptress you are— to let you take those fucking pictures you wanted for your little case study on him.
"how many more are you gonna fuckin' take?"
he's sitting in your shitty desk hair, leaned back with his forearms resting on the handles and his legs spread wide for you as you duck between them, one eye hidden behind the viewfinder and your tongue peeking out of your lip the way it always does when you concentrate.
he's shirtless, exposed beside his jeans clinging to his hips and he grunts before shuffling around to readjust himself in the light from your window that's slowly beginning to blind him.
"don't move!" you whine, adjusting something on the camera and he rolls his eyes.
"thought you only needed a couple? i'm startin' to think these are more for personal use, babe." he smirks and you hiss, thwacking him over his knee when it bobs up a little and he readjusts again.
"will you stop wriggling? god, you're so twitchy today."
you're ignoring him. that, and the fact you've been studying his body and practically doing your own personal calvin klein shoot of him for the past 20 minutes.
he huffs and fights the urge to do it again, turning away from you to study the trinkets across your shelves. "are you almost done?"
you click through the ample amount of photos you've managed to get of all the scars littered across his arms and his torso, but he can tell by the pinch in your brows you're still not satisfied.
"i wanna get one of the scar on your cheek."
his jaw ticks like he's about to deny you but the way you climb into his lap is enough to shut him up. he sucks in a breath when you bring your fingers to his chin, turning it so the side of his face is visible to the camera and you get a perfect view of that silvery scar across his cheekbone.
his big hands naturally take place on your hips and he fights the urge to buck up into you as you do so, the veins in his forearms protruding with all the will power he's being forced to exhibit until you're done. there's a few clicks until you're tapping through the photos again, finally brimming with pride at your work.
"there. these are perfect. y'know, you're a real model." you tease, dropping the camera on your bed and already making moves to dismount him when he stops you with a palm on the globe of your ass.
you look at him a little wide eyed but it soons melts into a cocky smirk at the almost desperate look he's giving you, successful in conveying what you already know he wants without words. his erection digging into your ass is confirmation enough but you want to hear him say it.
he shivers when you run your palms over the muscles in his shoulders, "what is it, kats?" you purr. that fucking nickname. ever since you discovered he wasn't opposed to you calling him by his first name, you'd immediately made the jump to branding him with a pet name. he had nearly popped a blood vessel when you first used it but then his dick had started to swell and before he knew it you were whining it as he drilled into you atop your pretty polka dot bed sheets.
you are the reason he has to go home and fist his cock until he can get release. why his brain tortures by replaying the memories of how you had touched him, how you'd purred his name, how your meaty thighs had felt pressed around his waist as he fucked you. he wants to hate you for it, but he knows he never will, so instead, he allows himself to slip further into what might be becoming chronic masturbation, or maybe even a sex addiction, but whatever it is he knows it's better than foregoing you all together.
The room is noisy in that unique way that only a girls' night out can be—soft music playing, snacks strewn about, one girl braiding the hair of another. The summer heat still lingers on your skin from the whole day spent outside, but the air conditioning is humming quietly while you all lie sprawled out on beds and the floor.
The chatter begins innocently. Crushes, then relationships, then the details.
“Okay but—” Mina flops onto her stomach, kicking her feet in the air, eyes locking onto you with a grin that’s way too knowing. “I need to understand something.”
You already know where this is going.
She props her chin in her hands. “What is so good about Bakugou?”
The room goes quiet for half a second, and then explodes.
“Right?!” Asui’s voice echoes faintly from the other room.
“He’s so mean!” Hagakure adds.
“He is intense, but I can imagine he’s different when you get close to him,” Yaoyorozu corrects politely, though she looks just as curious.
All eyes land on you.
You roll your eyes, grabbing a chip just to give yourself a second. “You guys don’t know him like I do.”
Mina narrows her eyes. “That’s exactly why I’m asking.”
And for a moment, you don’t answer.
Because yeah—on the outside? They’re not wrong.
You think about the first time he snapped at you during training, his sharp words, harsh tone, not even looking at you when he walked off. You remember standing there, embarrassed, annoyed and a little hurt.
You’d ignored him the rest of the day.
Until later.
Until he showed up at your door that night, he didn’t knock, he just stood there when you opened it, arms crossed, jaw tight.
“…You were off your game,” he muttered.
You’d stared at him. “Wow. That’s a great apology.”
His scowl deepened. “That wasn’t—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. Then, quieter, rougher, “I pushed you too hard.”
That had surprised you more than anything.
Bakugou didn’t say sorry easily. Even after all these years together he didn’t say it cleanly. But he’d stood there anyway, awkward and stubborn, refusing to leave until you let him in.
And then he stayed in your dorm, he didn’t say much. Except the large arms wrapped around you spoke larger volumes.
You blink back to the present, realizing everyone’s still waiting.
Mina waves a hand in front of your face, smirking. “Helloooo? You just zoned out thinking about him, didn’t you?”
A few giggles ripple through the room.
You sigh, but there’s a small smile tugging at your lips now.
“He’s…a lot that’s for sure” you admit.
“Understatement of the year,” Jirou mutters.
“But,” you continue, sitting up a little straighter, “he always makes it right.”
They quiet down again.
You think about another time, when he forgot something important. A date, the day of your first date to be more specific. Not even a big one, just something that mattered to you. You hadn’t told him, but you’d hoped he’d remember.
He didn’t.
It was the silent treatment for him yet again.
But the next morning? He cornered you before class, clearly already irritated—at himself, not you.
“…I screwed up.”
No excuses, and no deflecting.
Then, later that week, he dragged you out—complaining the whole time—only for it to turn into something ridiculously thought out. Your favorite food, your favorite spot, things you’d mentioned once in passing.
The whole day revolved around you, he bought everything you wanted, despite your protests. And he even managed to smile.
He remembered, just a day late.
“…He messes up sometimes,” you say now, softer. “A lot, actually.”
Mina raises a brow like exactly.
“But he never half-asses fixing it, we all know that about him,” you add. “If he thinks he hurt me, he goes overboard trying to make it up.”
There’s a pause.
You glance down at your hands, then shrug lightly. “He doesn’t do things the normal way. But he cares. A lot.”
“Like, scary a lot,” you mumble under your breath.
Jirou snorts.
Yaoyorozu hums thoughtfully. “That does sound like him, in a way.”
Hagakure leans forward. “Okay but like, does he ever say anything nice??”
You hesitate.
Then you huff out a quiet laugh.
“Not really,” you admit. “At least not like you’d expect.”
Mina groans dramatically. “Girl—”
“But,” you cut in, “he shows it.”
And you don’t say more than that.
You don’t mention the way he always walks slightly behind you or beside you in crowded places, always making sure you’re in his line of sight. Always aligning his body to slightly shield you whenever you stop to look at something.
Or how he memorized your schedule without telling you.
Or how his hand always finds yours when no one’s looking.
Across the room, Mina studies you for a second longer then slowly grins.
“Oh my god,” she says. “You’re so down bad.”
Heat rushes to your face. “Shut up, you asked.”
The room bursts into laughter again, the tension breaking just like that.
But as the noise picks back up, your phone buzzes quietly beside you.
You glance down.
Suki: You ate?
You smile small and automatic.
And type back: Yeah. Did you?
The reply comes almost instantly.
Suki: Don’t worry about me. Just don’t skip meals, idiot.
You roll your eyes, but your chest feels warm.
Yeah.
They don’t get it.
But you do.
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UA HIGH COMMON ROOMS:
The other common room next door is packed tonight, third years have way more freedom, which apparently means more chaos. Someone’s got music playing, Kaminari’s laughing too loud at something dumb, and Kirishima is in the middle of what looks like a very serious “bro discussion.”
Which quickly turns into everyone ganging up on one person.
“Alright, Bakugou,” Kaminari says, pointing like he’s finally cracked a mystery. “From man to fellow man, enough dodging.”
Across the room, Katsuki Bakugou barely glances up from his drink. “I’m not dodging anything. You’re just annoying.”
“Bro,” Sero cuts in, “you literally have a girlfriend.”
Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “…So?”
“So??” Kaminari practically launches off the couch. “SO—how?!”
Kirishima leans forward, grinning. “C’mon, man, we’re in our last year and half of us are still single. Help us out.”
Bakugou scoffs. “Skill issue.”
“THAT’S NOT ADVICE,” Kaminari yells.
Shouji chuckles. “Seriously though, what did you even do? Like how’d you pull her?”
That gets a reaction.
Bakugou’s glare sharpens instantly. “The hell do you mean ‘pull’?”
“Okay, bad wording—” Shouji starts.
“Yeah, real bad,” Kirishima mutters.
Bakugou clicks his tongue, leaning back like this is already a waste of time. “You idiots act like it’s some game.”
“…Is it not?” Sero asks.
“No,” Bakugou says flatly. “That’s why you keep screwing it up.”
There’s a pause.
Kirishima crosses his arms, still smiling but more thoughtful now. “Alright, then what is it?”
Bakugou doesn’t answer right away.
For a second, his gaze shifts—just slightly—toward the hallway. Or, more accurately the room that the hallway leads to.
Then he looks back, expression settling into something firm.
“…You stop acting like you need one,” he says.
Kaminari blinks. “What?”
“If you’re desperate, it shows,” Bakugou continues. “And it’s annoying as hell.”
Sero groans. “Great. So we’re doomed.”
“Pretty much,” Bakugou mutters.
Kirishima chuckles. “C’mon, there’s gotta be more to it than that.”
Bakugou exhales sharply, like he’s debating whether to even bother.
“…You find someone who can actually keep up,” he says finally. “Not just in fights. In everything.”
“Everything?” Kaminari echoes.
“Yeah. Someone who doesn’t back down every time you push them. Someone who calls you out when you’re being an idiot.”
There’s a beat.
Sero raises a brow. “I know damn well she does that to you.”
Bakugou shoots him a look. “Watch it.”
Kirishima grins wider. “Sounds kinda perfect for you, man.”
Bakugou doesn’t deny it.
Instead, he keeps going, voice a little lower now, but still steady.
“You don’t lie to her. You don’t play games. If you screw up, you fix it.” His jaw tightens slightly. “And you don’t half-ass it.”
Kaminari tilts his head. “…You’ve screwed up before?”
Bakugou glares. “Obviously. I’m not you—I actually learn from it.”
“HEY—”
Sero laughs under his breath. “So what, you just… pay attention and don’t be an idiot?”
“Exactly,” Bakugou says.
They all stare at him.
“…That sounds too simple,” Kaminari says.
“That’s because you overcomplicate everything,” Bakugou snaps. “It’s not about impressing her with stupid crap. It’s about knowing her.”
“Knowing what matters to her,” he adds. “Even the small stuff. That’s all really.”
The room goes still again.
Kirishima’s smile softens a little. “You really like her, huh?”
Bakugou doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah.”
It’s blunt, just like how he normally is. No embarrassment, no hesitation.
Kaminari exhales dramatically. “Man…we’re never catching up. Why do you gotta be so damn good at everything?”
Sero nods. “Yeah, we’re done for.”
Bakugou snorts, standing up and stretching like the conversation’s over. “Damn right you are.”
Kirishima laughs. “At least give us one last tip, man.”
Bakugou glances back at them, already halfway to leaving.
“…Don’t look for someone like mine,” he says.
They perk up instantly.
“Why not?” Kaminari asks.
Bakugou smirks—sharp, a little cocky, but not entirely joking.
“Because you won’t find her,” he says. “There’s only one.”
And with that, he walks off.
The boys sit there in stunned silence for about two seconds.
“HE’S SO GATEKEEPING, LEMME AT HIM!” Mineta shouts.
“BRO DID NOT JUST SAY THAT—”
“NAH, I RESPECT IT,” Kirishima laughs.
But Bakugou’s already gone, hands in his pockets, heading down the hall.
And when he spots you at the far end, leaning against the wall, waiting like you knew he’d show up, his whole expression shifts, just slightly.
“Finally,” he mutters as he reaches you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Took you long enough.”
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YOUR DORM ROOM:
Your dorm room is quieter than the rest of the floor, soft music playing low, lights dimmed just enough to feel calm after the chaos of the night.
You’re sitting against your headboard, legs stretched out, while Katsuki Bakugou lies across your bed with his head in your lap like it’s the most natural place in the world.
It kind of is for him.
Your fingers move absentmindedly through his blond hair, slow and gentle. For a guy who doesn’t care about his hair, it’s surprisingly soft.
“They’re all idiots.”
You huff a small laugh, not even surprised. “Which ones?”
“All of them,” he mutters instantly.
You smile a little, looking down at him. “That narrows it down.”
He cracks one eye open to glare up at you, but there’s no real bite to it. “Don’t play dumb. Your little gossip session was loud as hell.”
“Oh please,” you scoff. “Like yours wasn’t?”
That earns a quiet ‘tch’, but he doesn’t deny it.
There’s a brief pause, your hand still combing through his hair.
“They asked me how to get a girl,” he says flatly.
You blink. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” His lip curls slightly. “Like I’m gonna give them some step-by-step guide or some shit.”
You laugh softly. “What did you say?”
“That they’re screwed.”
“Wow. Helpful.”
“They are,” he insists, shifting just slightly so he’s more comfortable against you. “They keep overthinking everything. Acting like it’s some big strategy.”
You tilt your head. “And you don’t?”
He snorts. “Hell no.”
Your fingers pause for a second before continuing. “The girls asked me about you.”
That gets his attention.
Both eyes open now, sharp red flicking up to meet yours. “Yeah?”
You hum. “Mina wanted to know what’s ‘so good’ about you.”
His brows knit together immediately. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”
You grin. “Her words, not mine.”
He clicks his tongue, looking away again. “Extras don’t know what they’re talking about.”
“Mm,” you murmur. “That’s what I said too. Of course minus the extra.”
There’s a small silence after that, comfortable, warm.
Then he speaks again, quieter this time.
“…They don’t get it.”
You look down at him, softer now. “No. They don’t.”
Your hand slows in his hair, tracing lightly along his scalp, and he exhales, barely noticeable, but you feel it.
“They think it’s about saying the right crap,” he continues. “Or acting a certain way.”
You nod faintly. “The girls said something similar.”
“Tch.” His jaw tightens just a little. “It’s not.”
You don’t interrupt this time.
“You just…know,” he says, like it’s obvious. “When it’s right.”
Your chest tightens slightly at that, but you keep your voice light. “Oh yeah? And how’d you figure that out?”
He goes quiet.
For a second, you think he won’t answer.
“You didn’t back down.”
You blink.
He doesn’t look at you, eyes fixed somewhere off to the side, but his voice is steady.
“Everyone else either got pissed off or avoided me,” he mutters. “You didn’t.”
A small smile tugs at your lips.
“You kept up,” he adds. “Called me out when I was being an ass.”
“Which is often,” you tease.
He huffs. “Yeah, yeah.”
Your fingers brush lightly against his temple, softer now.
“And you didn’t treat me like I was too much,” he finishes, quieter than before.
You swallow slightly, your chest warm. “You are a lot, you know.”
His eyes flick back up to you, a faint smirk forming. “Didn’t say I wasn’t.”
You shake your head, smiling.
“They’d never get it,” he mutters again.
You raise a brow. “Wow. Still on that?”
“Yeah,” he says simply. “They’re all looking for something easy.”
“…You’re not easy.”
You snort. “Gee, thanks.”
“Not like that,” he says, annoyed. “I mean you’re not fake. You don’t just go along with shit.”
Your hand stills for a second in his hair. “And I like that,” he adds, quieter.
You smile softly, resuming your gentle motions. “Good. Because I’m not changing.”
“Didn’t ask you to.”
Another comfortable silence settles over the room.
Outside, you can hear faint laughter from the rest of the dorms, but here, it feels like your own little world.
After a minute, you glance down at him again.
“So,” you murmur, teasing, “you really told them they’ll never find someone like me?”
A pause.
Then he scoffs, looking away again, but there’s a hint of something smug there.
“It’s true.”
You laugh quietly, shaking your head.
“Cocky,” you whisper.
“Realistic,” he corrects.
Your fingers slide through his hair one more time, slow and fond.
Thinking about Katsuki who loves taking baths with you after he has a hard day, the two of you consumed by the warm water, you sit on his lap facing him, carefully clean the cuts and grim off his face.
You reach over the side of the tub to discard of the bloody cotton ball before grabbing a new one, when you turn back to him, his eyes are heavy and his head is nodding.
"Stay with me kats.." You giggle, holding his head upright with a hand on his cheek.
His eyes snap open, he grumbles something incoherent and lays his head back, his hands tight on your waist grounding himself.
After cleaning up his face you move to washing his hair, the both of you awkwardly squeezing past each other so he can lay with his back to your chest.
He groans softly as you massage the shampoo into his scalp, his hands rest on your thigh.
When your done washing his hair, he nuzzles back into you, getting comfortable again before you start dragging him out of the tub.
He complains sleepily as you help him dry off and when hes fully dressed he clumsily stumbles over to the bed before dropping down on his side, already asleep.
You laugh as you climb into bed beside him and pull him close into your chest, already planning to make fun of him tomorrow.
I think katsuki likes being pampered a bit if he has a hard day 😛
Just thinking about Pro-Hero Dynamight, being recorded on live television staring at you with the most love struck expression that his normally-angry-and-agitated face could make.
You were both dispatched to an emergency by your agency due to your quirks being the most compatible to this villain. But you and Katsuki both agreed it was better for you to handle said villain while he cleared the civilians and kept debris from hitting the stubborn news reporters.
He watched you practically fly, and kick this villain into the floor causing a shockwave to be sent in the ground before the reporters voices began to become more coherent to him.
“Pro-Hero Dynamight! What is your relation to Pro-Hero Y/N?”
“Dynamight, how would you describe your partner? Is she easy to work with?”
“Pro hero! Why are you staring like that?”
“Isn’t she somethin’..” Was all he could manage out, never taking his eyes off you, causing the crowd to gasp and whisper, school-girls giggling at the sight.
can we start writing more mha fics with strong female characters?
why does fem! reader always have some sort of a useless quirk where she can create rose scented bubbles that make you ticklish for a whole 0.8 seconds or a quirk to give other people power-ups using her deep love and affection for them..
and then when there's an actual moment for redemption where she can show her skills she slips under 20 rocks and some big strong hero has to save her and she falls in love with him
and then when she (rarely) has an actually strong quirk, she leaves her hopes and dreams of stepping into the action by joining the support course to cheer on bakugo from the sidelines or smth
↝ The kids stay with their grandparents and you and Bakugou have a night to yourselves; but things don't go as planned when you find something shocking in his house.
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced!/ teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; fluff; divorce; smut (oral - f and m receiving; face riding; kissing); slight angst
⋆ WORD COUNT: 6.9K
A/N: this was so much longer than i expected it to be. it's also crazy writing smut scenes for me now like i've had this blog since 2018 and it took me eight years to finally try lol
Second Time Around Masterlist / part XII / part XIV
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It was rare for you to have an afternoon to yourself on a school day. The lower grade classes, those from kindergarten to second grade, were given an early dismissal. The administration didn’t specify why and you didn't question them, to Suki and Katsuo’s dismay, so you were also able to leave at noon. Bakugou had offered to pick the kids up from school and take them to your home to grab their things and then head to his place for the weekend, which you were grateful for. So you were able to do what you hadn’t done in a while: taking a damn nap. And it was glorious.
By the time three P.M. rolled around, you were thinking about what to cook for dinner that night for yourself since the kids would be with Bakugou when you heard the front door suddenly open. You went out to greet the kids, only to find Bakugou standing by himself in your living room.
You frowned. “Where are the kids?”
“What, you don’t wanna see me?” Bakugou teased.
You rolled your eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“My ma was complain’ that she hasn’t seen them in a while,” he said, groaning at the mention of his mother. “So they’re stayin’ there tonight.”
He took a few steps closer to close the distance, and placed his hands on your hips. “I know I shoulda ran it by you first but I wanted to surprise you.”
“With what?”
Bakugou smirked. “The kids are gone, which means we’re alone.”
“Oh,” you said simply. Moments like this made you feel nervous around him. Not that Bakugou ever intimidated you, but nervous in a way you used to feel when you first started dating as teenagers.
“I wanted to invite you over to my place,” Bakugou said, leaning down and planting a kiss to your forehead. “So, come on. I’ll help you pack.”
He strode past you to your room and you called out, “I haven’t even said yes to this!”
He turned around, standing by your door and he had one hand on the doorknob. “So you don’t wanna come over?”
You shook your head shyly. “No… I want to…”
Bakugou smirked again and went into your room. You followed him in and watched as he opened your closet, grabbing a small duffle bag from the top shelf. Standing behind him, you peered over his shoulder. “I don’t need help packing my things, Kats.”
“Yeah? And I said the same thing when you barged into my room and packed all my shit.”
“That’s different. You hurt your foot. I’m fine,” you said, walking over to your bathroom to grab your toiletries.
“Same shit,” Bakugou said as he ruffled through your clothes, picking out exactly what he wanted you to wear for the night. Then you heard a chuckle. You poked your head out from your bathroom. “When’d you get this?”
He held up an old Dynamight shirt that you had bought. Your face burned up and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Shut up. Stop snooping in my things.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
You flipped him off as you turned back around and continued packing. “The kids wanted your merch like five years ago and said I should get something, too. So I did.”
“Shoulda told me. I woulda gotten you shit for free.”
You carried your toiletries in your hands and placed them on your bed. “I think you’re forgetting that we weren’t exactly on speaking terms back then.”
“Mm, right.”
Bakugou closed your closet door, tossing the clothes he had chosen for you onto the bed. You rolled your eyes at his selection. The only thing he grabbed was the Dynamight shirt and an old lavender nightgown that you barely wore because of how sheer the material was.
He looked over to your bed, grabbing the edge of the bed frame and shaking it slightly as he hummed in approval. “This one’s sturdier.”
Your face heated up and you just told him to shut up. He was having way too much fun teasing you.
Despite his ridiculous choices for your clothes for the night, you nevertheless started to fold them and put them in the bag. Bakugou turned around to go to your dresser, and you internally groaned when you saw which drawer he had opened.
He was a little too quiet as he ruffled through your panties and he was a way too engrossed with his new task. He let out a low whistle and picked a pair up, raising it to show you. “Never seen these before.”
You almost choked on your breath at the sight of a red lacy thong in his hands. You reached over and snatched them from his hands. “I don’t need your help to pack my underwear.”
Bakugou sat on your bed, facing you. “So, did you wear it for another bastard, or somethin’? Some fucker in the past you didn’t tell me about?”
His tone indicated he was joking but you knew he was semi-serious. God, did Bakugou get jealous.
You leaned forward. “What if I did?” Bakugou froze and his expression became unreadable. You rolled your eyes. “No, I’ve never worn them, at all or for anybody. I didn’t even buy them. Mina bought them when she got the condoms and she kept wanting me to get laid.”
Bakugou scowled. “She’s a bastard for doing that shit.”
You laughed. Then you went around the bed and pulled him up to his feet, leading him out of the room. “You can wait in the living room. I’ll come out when I’m done.”
Before Bakugou had the opportunity to protest, you slammed the door in his face.
When you got to Bakugou’s house, he immediately got a phone call from the agency to which he began to cuss out whoever was on the opposite end of the line.
You only laughed as you watched him go into the kitchen to continue berating the poor person and you just waited in the living room. You remembered this room, the same room with all of the pictures of the kids and your wedding photo with Bakugou hung up on the wall. This time you looked through the bookshelf that was off to the side.
There were old yearbooks and a compilation of magazines that Bakugou was on the cover of. The second shelf was all photo albums, each of which were labeled on the spine. Most of them said ‘Katsuo,’ 'Suki,' or ‘Kids’ followed by a set of years, indicating how old they were. You ruffled through a few of them, looking at them fondly.
When you put the album back into the shelf and were about to move on, another photo album caught your eye. It was black and leather and the spine was incredibly frayed. It was also the only album that was unlabeled. Curiosity got the best of you and you pulled it out. There wasn’t a picture on the front of the album either and the front was even more worn down than the spine.
When you opened the album, you nearly froze. It was a picture of you.
You had to have been eighteen, and you were facing the camera, smiling as wide as you possibly could in front of an amusement park. You recognized the park; you had gone there with Bakugou for your first date.
You flipped to the next page of the album. It was another photo of you, this time holding a huge stuffed elephant that he had won for you after he refused to lose to the silly little carnival games that were most definitely rigged. But he didn’t care; all he knew was that you wanted it and he made sure to get it for you.
As you flipped through the rest of the album, the photos of you continued, and you progressively got older. The last photo was of you when you were twenty-eight holding a baby Suki. You knew exactly how old you were. It was the year Bakugou gave you the divorce papers.
At that moment, you didn’t even realize your eyes were welled with tears until your vision became blurry.
Bakugou at this point walked out from the kitchen and just as he was about to apologize for the stupid phone call, he looked down at what you were holding.
You heard him walk in and without looking up you asked, “H-Have you had this all this time?”
Bakugou sighed. “Yeah. I got the photos printed once I… once I decided to divorce you for your safety. I’d always go through the album whenever I missed you.”
Your thumb brushed against the cover, feeling the frayed edges. You had also noticed there were wet splotches on the pages, as if someone had either dropped water on it or… they were crying while looking at it. And if Bakugou had only looked at it when he missed you… he grabbed the album so much he wore the binding and leather down.
You closed the album, placing it back on the shelf.
“Y/N–” Bakugou started before getting cut off by you grabbing his face and pulling him down towards you to kiss him. He was taken aback but his arms instinctively wrapped around you as you had your arms around his neck.
Bakugou felt your cheeks were wet against his face and he pulled away from you immediately. “Baby. Are you okay?”
“Just shut up,” you mumbled as even more tears stained your cheeks. Bakugou was conflicted. On one hand he wanted to listen to your words and your actions and kiss you as hard as he could. But on the other hand, he wanted to stop and assess due to the fact that you were crying. He chose the latter.
Bakugou looked down at you with concern, his hands hovering over your hips as he tried to assess what to do. You sniffled and even more tears flowed down your face. He wiped away at the tears staining your cheeks. “I-I just… I can’t believe you made an album of me… and you l-looked at it all the time,” you stuttered.
“Course I did,” Bakugou mumbled, satisfied once he wiped away all your tears. “I meant it when I said you mean the world to me. Everyday I had to stop myself from bangin’ on your door and beggin’ on my knees for you to take me back. ‘Cause I knew it was selfish and I just… wanted you to be safe.”
You nodded, already knowing all of this. But the sentiment made you want to cry even more. You looked up at him once you stopped crying. “Kiss me, Katsuki.”
He assessed you for a moment, confirming that you weren’t indeed crying anymore and then he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him. You slid your arms back around his neck and you didn’t waste any time with the soft kisses as you shoved your tongue in his mouth.
Bakugou groaned in your mouth as your tongues swiped against the other. He began walking forward, leading you until your back hit the wall. He had you pinned to the wall, and he moved his hands down around your ass as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You moaned as you felt him grind his dick that was hard as ever into your clothed pussy. “Kats,” you whispered against his mouth.
Bakugou’s hips stopped moving and he pulled away from the kiss to your disappointment. “We should stop. You said you wanna go slow.”
You groaned, wanting to smack your past self. “Fuck that.” Bakugou was stunned. “Take me to your bed, Katsuki.”
Bakugou felt frozen. In these past few weeks, as much as he’s enjoyed his time with you and as much as he hasn’t minded the pace you were taking in this new relationship, there were so many times where he wished he could just fuck you in that moment. Just last week when you wore a simple blue dress that hugged the outline or your body so perfectly as you cooked dinner, he wanted to bend you over the counter and fuck you until you cried out his name. He felt like he was acting like an insane horny teenage boy.
So to hear you say the words and give him the chance to devour you in the way he’s been sort of patiently waiting for, it felt just as good as when he became the number one hero for the first time.
Bakugou regained his composure and started walking with you still latched around his waist. He climbed up the stairs and held you tightly, making sure not to drop you as you began kissing his neck. He moaned softly as you began to suck the skin. He loved how insatiable you were getting.
Bakugou laid you on his bed, that was softer than anything you’d ever laid on, and he didn’t waste any time unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off. He also worked quickly to take your sweater off with ease with one hand and you gasped when he started rubbing circles on your clit with his other hand.
He leaned one hand onto the bed, still standing as he hovered over you and watched, a smirk on his lips as he took in the sweet sounds escaping from those lips he couldn’t get sick of.
And damn did it feel good as his fingers continued to work against your clit, the feeling of your panties rubbing against you adding even more pleasure. And as you looked up at him through your moans, you suddenly grabbed his wrist, ceasing his movements. “Wait.”
Bakugou immediately became concerned. “What’s wrong?”
You leaned up and grabbed his hand. “Take your shirt off.” Bakugou didn’t hesitate to oblige your order and once he nearly tore his shirt off his body, you pulled him onto the bed. “Sit against the headboard.”
Bakugou had no idea where this was going but he nonetheless listened to what you said and slid back on his bed until his back was pressed against the headboard. You crawled back onto the bed so you were in between his legs that were spread out.
He watched you with curious eyes, his gaze dipping down to your tits that still had your bra pressing against them. He reached out to unclasp your bra but he gasped when your palm landed directly on his cock and you ground your palm down. “Baby–”
“Take this off,” you whispered, your face inches away from his.
Usually, every time you’d had sex with your ex-husband turned halfway to a boyfriend, Bakugou loved taking control. He loved twisting your body into different positions as his cock abused your pussy and he relentlessly pounded into you. And you loved every second of it.
But you wanted things to be different that day.
And Bakugou knew something was different as he kept his eye contact with you as he unbuckled his belt and took his pants off, tossing them to the side. Right after, you leaned forward, holding his face as you kissed him. Your tongue instantly found his and as Bakugou reached to grab your waist, he nearly choked on his breath when he felt your hands travel down and dip into his boxers and grab the base of his cock.
You set him free from his boxers, your fingers gliding over the head of his dick, using the pre dripping from the tip to stroke him. “Fuck– Y-You gotta warn me when you do shit like this,” Bakugou cursed.
Your eyes scanned his face as you continued to stroke him slowly. Bakugou’s breathing quickened and just as he was about to grab your hand to stop your movements, Bakugou hissed when you bent over and latched your mouth onto his tip, your tongue flattening around him.
“Y-Y/N, I’m not gonna last long if you do this shit,” Bakugou said breathlessly. His cock was so thick and big in your mouth and you had one hand curled around the base.
You licked a stripe across his head and you looked up at him innocently. “That’s okay, Kats. I wanna make you feel good this time.”
Bakugou wanted to laugh. “Baby, you make me feel good all the damn ti– oh fuck.” Bakugou stopped mid-sentence as your mouth returned around his cock, using your hand to stroke the rest of him that couldn’t fit in your mouth as you started to bob your head.
“Just like that, baby,” Bakugou moaned with a hiss, leaning his head back against the headboard. He couldn’t recall the last time he got head like this. Even when you were still together, Bakugou always insisted on eating you out and then fucking you into oblivion. You usually only went down on him on special occasions like his birthday or that one time you were on your knees underneath his desk during a Zoom call where he almost passed out on camera. And as much as he loved watching you suck him off, he liked watching you become undone from his touch more.
But he wasn’t going to complain while you sucked his dick.
The sounds of your slurping on his cock filled his massive bedroom, and every time your tongue swiped over his tip, Bakugou was convinced he was going to come in a matter of seconds.
Which he was.
“D-Didn’t expect this,” Bakugou sputtered, breathing heavily. His hand latched around your hair, fisting it as he felt himself subconsciously guide your head as you continued to suck him dry. “‘M not gonna last long, baby.”
You licked a stripe down and up his shaft, looking up at him through your lashes. “Come in my mouth, Katsuki.”
Bakugou could’ve came just from hearing you say that. He didn’t care about lasting long; he just wanted you to suck and lick him dry.
So when you went back to sucking on his cock, Bakugou became a sputtering mess as you stroked and slurped.
“Need you in life forever– fucking hell,” Bakugou moaned, throwing his head back as you continued bobbing your head. “Y-Y/N, I love you baby, keep suckin’ my dick like that.”
And you did, your hand twisting around his dick and you felt him twitch in your mouth and your hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Bakugou hissed, his grip around your hair tightening as his hips bucked up as he fucked your mouth. The sound of you gagging on his cock only made him more aroused. “You’re mine, baby, all mine.”
Your pussy was soaking, your panties barely able to absorb your arousal. The way Bakugou was fucking your mouth paired with the words spewing from his own mouth turned you on in a way your clit throbbed and begged to be touched.
And with a few more pumps, Bakugou groaned as he came into your throat as your eyes watered and you lapped up every drop. Once he completely came, he released your hair from his grip and leaned his head back, panting as he attempted to catch his breath.
You let go of his cock and unlatched your mouth from around him, straightening up as you wiped your mouth with your thumb, licking any remnants that had stained your lips.
“Fuck, Y/N, you coulda told me you were gonna do that,” Bakugou said in between breaths. “Almost went into fuckin’ cardiac arrest.”
You smirked, crawling onto his lap, your clothed pussy directly on his still hardened cock, holding his face in your hands. “Had to show my baby how much I appreciate him.” The minute that photo album and the weight behind it processed in your mind, you would’ve dropped to your knees and sucked him bone dry right there on the living room floor.
You ground your hips onto him and he hissed, his hands on your hips. “You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me at this rate.”
You held back a giggle. As much as Bakugou was so damn turned on watching you take the lead and tell him what to do, he couldn’t just let you make him come that hard and leave you hanging.
His hand dipped down and his middle and ring finger found your clit immediately, like he didn’t even have to try and find it. He began rubbing circles against your clit. You gasped, holding his shoulder for stability. “Oh my god,” you moaned as his speed and precision started to increase.
A lazy smirk played on his lips as he watched you. “Damn, you were soakin’ just from sucking my dick? Pussy’s just beggin’ to be touched, huh, baby?”
You nodded weakly, your lips quivering as his fingers dipped down and teased your entrance, his hand still over your panties. His thumb reached up and continued to rub against your clit and you squeezed your thighs. “K-Kats–”
He suddenly removed his hand and you nearly cried from the lack of his touch. “P-Please, Katsuki,” you begged, your eyes tearing up. You needed to be fucked or eaten out or touched or something before you lost your mind.
And this asshole was enjoying your suffering as he just smirked at you. “Don't worry. I'm not leavin' you hangin'." He kissed you and murmured against your lips, "Sit on my face, baby.”
You gasped. The last time you had ridden his face, you were in your mid-twenties. It wasn’t that it ended poorly, Bakugou just didn’t have the patience to convince you to climb onto his face since you were always so worried about hurting him. But he did now.
“I-It’s been so long since we…” your voice drifted off. “Kats, we’re not twenty anymore, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Bakugou scowled. “Baby, I fight villains for a living and I hit the gym everyday. And we're not even old. Your pussy isn’t gonna kill me… even though I wouldn’t mind that.”
You swatted at his chest, and scanned his face. He was dead serious; he wanted to drown in your pussy.
“Ok–” Bakugou didn’t even wait for the full word to come out of your mouth as he leaned backwards, sliding onto his back. You let out a yelp from the sudden movement and he gripped your hips to make sure you didn't fall backwards.
“Sit on my face,” Bakugou said with the most excited look in his eye. You looked down at him, slightly concerned. You knew he was strong but you couldn’t even remember what had happened the last time you rode his face.
But you didn’t want to question it now. You were way too wet and horny to think logically.
When you lifted yourself up slightly to take your panties off, Bakugou put a hand to your waist. “Nah. Leave ‘em on.”
“What–” Before you question why, Bakugou grabbed your ass and moved you forward so your pussy landed directly on his mouth. You gasped as he immediately began sucking your clit through your panties, his spit wetting your already wet panties.
“Oh my– fuck, Kats,” you moaned, reaching forward to grab the headboard. He sucked all the juices you had let out earlier and the ones streaming out of you right at that moment.
You were out of breath as you held the headboard for dear life. Even without his mouth directly on your pussy you felt like you were in heaven.
Your hips rocked into his mouth. Bakugou moved his hands up, unclasping your bra with precision and he reached up and grabbed your tits, your bra sliding off to the side.
You whimpered as he kneaded and pinched your nipples. It was all too much and right when you thought you couldn’t experience more bliss, Bakugou took a hand and moved your panties to the side as he started sucking your pussy directly.
You nearly screamed in pleasure, your toes curling. His hand went back to playing with your tits, his tongue going in and out of your entrance. Bakugou moved back and forth from tongue fucking you to drinking up every last drop out of you.
“K-Kats, I can’t–” You cried out, clinging to the headboard. “I’m gonna–”
Bakugou hummed into your pussy, the vibrations making your legs shake. He barely had his eyes open and he could sit there and lap up your pussy for hours if you’d let him. His hands moved down to grip your waist as you ground yourself against his mouth.
He sucked on your clit and your thighs squeezed around his head as you orgasmed all over his pretty little face. And he was experiencing euphoria. He’d happily die exactly like this and he hoped one day in the future this is how he dies. Not that he’d tell you because he knew you’d yell at him for even thinking about dying.
As you reached the end of your climax, you’re a whimpering mess, tears once again staining your cheeks. You ran a hand through Bakugou’s hair as you panted. Bakugou lifted your hips and moved you onto his stomach.
“Fuck, that was as good as I remember it was,” Bakugou said with a wide grin.
You collapsed beside him, catching your breath. “You… are going to kill me one day… when you do that,” you said in between breaths and Bakugou smirked.
“What’s a better way to die than lettiin' me eat your sweet pussy, baby,” Bakugou mumbled, using his thumb to wipe your come from around his mouth before sucking it right off his thumb.
Your clit was still throbbing and you needed to come down from your high and Bakugou knew that as he got up and grabbed a towel, wiping his face. He reached down to wipe you as well, and you let out a whimper as he cleaned you.
Bakugou held back a grin and tossed the towel to the side as he laid beside you. He loved watching you come but he loved witnessing the aftermath even more. Knowing that he was the one that had you worn out and breathing so heavily could make his cock hard again.
Bakugou leaned over, pulling your body closer to his. You laid your head against his chest, as he rubbed circles on your back. Your body felt numb and tingly.
“My lips are so dry,” you whined, looking up at him.
He had a stupid shit-eating grin on his face. “I wonder why.”
You glared at him. “If you make fun of me one more time you’re never getting head again.”
“Lips are sealed, baby.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Bakugou’s laughter rippled through you. “There should be chapstick in my nightstand,” he said, using his chin to gesture to the nightstand next to your side of the bed.
You pulled away from him, leaning over and opening the drawer. You were able to find Bakugou’s chapstick and while your hand patted around blindly to look for it, you felt a flat piece of smooth paper. You fished it out and saw that it was a photo.
It was a photo of you… that you had taken when Bakugou got into the top three of the Hero Chart. You were in red lingerie, posed so sexy that Bakugou couldn’t look at it without getting a hard on. Right after you gave him the photo to celebrate his ranking, Bakugou had you wear the lingerie and had you riding and bouncing on his dick so good that well… your second child was a result of that night.
You pulled the photo out, gasping when you looked at it. You brought it up to his face, turning around to face him. “Why is this in your nightstand?”
Bakugou stayed silent and gave you a blank expression. It told you everything you knew, even though you already knew exactly what it was doing there.
You swatted his chest again. “You fucking pervert.” You tossed the photo back in the drawer, quickly applying the coconut flavored chapstick that you were looking for before throwing that in there as well.
“Look,” Bakugou started, defending himself. “I found the picture when I was makin’ the album and I wasn’t gonna fucking put it in there… but I didn’t wanna throw it out either. And when you’re not gettin’ laid for eight years, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, alright? So yeah, every time I jacked off I thought of you.”
He pulled you back closer to him. “So you’re tellin’ me you’ve never played with your pussy thinkin’ about me?”
It was your turn to be silent this time as you turned over, facing away from him. He laughed, nearly cackling. You cursed under your breath. His ego was already way too damn big, and this was going to do nothing but make him tease you for the rest of your life.
Bakugou wrapped his arms around you, sliding closer to you. He kissed down your neck, his lips hovering back over your ear. “Didn’t expect that from you, baby. Thought you were an angel.” You hear the stupid grin on his face from his voice.
You pushed his hands away from your body. “Then you clearly don’t know me,” you grumbled.
Bakugou only laughed, kissing your cheek. “Nah, I know you. Who else was gonna make you wet, huh?”
You rolled your eyes and held back a smile. For a moment you both laid there. Bakugou held you against him, one arm wrapped under your body and around your chest and the other arm on your stomach, and you finally felt like you had most of your feeling back in your body.
You looked out the window, seeing that the sun had already set. “We should probably get up and eat something.”
“Dunno about you but I’m pretty full.”
You only scoffed. “You’re so stupid sometimes.” Bakugou chuckled as you sat up. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“I can join y–”
“Absolutely not,” you interjected and before Bakugou could even start to complain, you said, “If you’re there you and I both know we’re not actually going to shower.”
Bakugou groaned. “Whatever.”
You only laughed and stood to your feet carefully. Your legs still felt like jelly and you felt like you could collapse if you moved too fast. But with some time you finally made it to Bakugou’s bathroom.
Bakugou continued lying in bed, staring at the ceiling as you showered. Usually by this time he’d be under the covers ready to sleep but there was no way he was falling asleep with you here and when you sucked him so good that he felt pounds lighter. And having you ride his face? He was convinced you added fifteen years to his lifespan.
He grabbed and slipped on a pair of sweatpants when he heard you get out of the shower, not bothering to put on anything else. He didn’t care to.
Bakugou laid back down, his back lying against the headboard as he scrolled on his phone and waited for you to finish.
When he heard his bathroom door open, and you walked out in only a towel with your hair up so it wouldn’t get wet, he tossed his phone to the side with so much force it nearly fell off the bed. His crimson eyes raked down your body, taking in the way you glistened from still being damp in the shower and the smell of your citrus and jasmine body wash wafting in the air made Bakugou want to yank you back into bed.
He continued to stare as you walked over to your duffle bag to grab a change of clothes, one hand holding the towel at your chest so it didn’t unfurl. You stood up, a new pair of panties and pajamas in hand and you made eye contact with him. He started smiling innocently.
“Stop staring at me!” You exclaimed, using your arms to shield your body. Bakugou wanted to laugh. How could you try to be modest when you just came all over his face?
“Can’t help it. You look beautiful, baby,” Bakugou said, his eyes scanning you from your head down to the hem of the towel.
You felt your face burn and Bakugou knew you were flustered. He smirked; he loved making you flustered.
“I’m going to change and then we should get something to eat,” you said, walking back into the bathroom.
“I’ll look at what they’ve got online,” Bakugou called out from his bed, grabbing his phone.
You came out of the bathroom and Bakugou grinned so wide his cheeks hurt. You were wearing the black Dynamight shirt you had bought five years ago with the kids. It was oversized and hung at the top of your thighs and you had a pair of navy blue pajama shorts that you’d packed along with Bakugou’s selections.
“Suits you,” Bakugou said with a hum and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m only wearing it because I didn’t want to wear that nightgown,” you explained.
“Doesn’t matter to me. I’d like you in either.”
You laughed, and walked towards him to pull him out of bed. Bakugou groaned but you scolded him and said you should both go downstairs since they’ve been in his room for so long.
“And it smells like sex in here,” you added.
“I don’t mind it.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.”
The food you and Bakugou had ordered was still getting prepared and only then did you or Bakugou realize how hungry you were. To satiate your hunger, you decided it’d be best to distract yourselves and you turned Bakugou’s eighty inch plasma flat screen TV on.
You were both on the couch, Bakugou lying with his legs propped up on an ottoman and you were curled into his side, your legs tangled into his and you leaned into his chest. He had an arm around you and rested his head on top of yours, his cheek pressing against your hair. His hand rested on your hip, your shirt riding up as he traced circles on your exposed skin.
Whatever played on the TV didn’t particularly matter to either of you; you just wanted to sit there with his arm around you.
The nightly news started playing and the news anchor was going over different pro hero patrols. They eventually went over Bakugou’s patrol from the previous night, commending him after he saved twenty people in a building fire, stopped three armed burglaries, and stopped a villain attack in a heavily populated area… all within thirty minutes.
“You look so cool saving people,” you said, rubbing his chest.
Bakugou just hummed in agreement and you knew something was wrong. Usually anytime you complimented anything about him, he’d immediately double down and agree with you or he’d start bragging about himself for a few minutes. It usually ended with you regretting having said anything. But this time he didn’t say a word. In fact, he had been pretty quiet since you both sat on his couch.
You gently pushed his head away from you so you could look up at him. “What’s wrong?”
Bakugou looked down at you, confused. “What do you mean?”
You pulled away from him and sat up so you could see him more clearly. “You’ve been quiet for a while.”
Bakugou looked back at you and sighed, straightening up. “I… have to tell you something. It’s been fucking eatin’ at me for a while.”
“You can tell me anything, Katsuki. You know that.”
Bakugou nodded, because he did know that. He started rubbing the nape of his neck, a telling sign of his that indicated that he was nervous. “Remember that night when Tsuo and I went out?” You nodded. “Well, he knows about us.”
You blinked. “What do you mean ‘he knows about us?’”
“I mean he wanted to talk to me and told me not to break your heart ‘cause he knows we’re together.”
You swatted at his chest in annoyance. “Why didn’t you tell me he knows?!”
You leaned back on the opposite end of the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. Bakugou knew that was a telling sign that indicated you were not only annoyed, but you were protecting yourself.
“I know I shoulda told you. I told Tsuo not to say anything,” Bakugou explained. “I wanted you to be the one to tell both of the kids but Tsuo sees everything that happens in that fuckin' house.”
You sighed, looking back up at him nervously. “I-Is he upset?”
Bakugou smiled and shook his head. “No, baby. He said he’s happy we’re together.”
“Really?” You asked and you knew there were tears pricking your eyes. You were so relieved.
Bakugou chuckled. “Really. And don’t tell him that you know about him knowin' about us.”
“God, that’s complicated,” you muttered. You smiled to yourself. “I’m happy he’s okay with it. Wait, he wanted to talk to you to tell you not to break my heart?”
Bakugou nodded. “I’m not goin’ into specifics ‘cause that’s our conversation but yeah… he didn’t want you to get hurt again.”
You bit your lip as you did your best to try not to cry. And Bakugou knew that and he pulled you back into his arms. “He’s such a good kid,” you choked out, wiping your eyes.
Bakugou agreed, kissing your head. “We did a good job, huh?”
You laughed. “Yeah… I’m just glad he knows ‘cause we both know Suki will approve of us in a heartbeat.”
“Damn right she will,” Bakugou said with a laugh. “That talk with Tsuo had me sweatin’ fuckin' bullets. Felt like I was askin’ your parents for your hand in marriage again.” You laughed even harder, recalling the hilarious moment when Bakugou, who was only twenty when he proposed to you who was also only twenty, revealed how he nearly passed out trying to ask your parents for their blessing. He always said he didn’t care about ‘any of that’ but wanted to ask because it felt like the right thing to do.
You stayed quiet for a moment and you pulled away from Bakugou again. He looked back at you curiously. “I… I’ve been thinking about everything that’s been going on between us. And how well things are going.”
“Yeah…?”
“And I think we can move one step further. So we’re not seeing each other anymore.” Bakugou stared at you, genuinely confused. “You’re my boyfriend now. And I’m your girlfriend.”
Bakugou gave you a blank stare and it was almost like you could watch the gears turning in his head. Once they did lock in place, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He leaned in, kissing you so hard you nearly couldn’t breathe. When he pulled away you just laughed at his enthusiasm.
“You didn’t even ask me to be your boyfriend,” Bakugou mumbled.
You rolled your eyes. “Please, I know you’ve been waiting for this.”
He helped you straighten up as you leaned against the arm rest, still sitting on his lap with your legs sprawled out horizontally on the couch. “Of course I fucking have. Wish I got to be the one to ask you though,” Bakugou grumbled, his hand resting on your thigh.
“But you did when we first started dating!”
“So? That doesn't mean shit. Thought we were starting over?” Bakugou asked.
“We don’t have to do everything by the book,” you said with a shake of your head. “I just… feel bad. I feel like I’m controlling our whole relationship and I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
Bakugou nearly scoffed. “Y/N, I waited eight years to be here, to be able to hold you, to have you on my lap, to have you near me without you wantin’ to beat the fuck outta me.” You laughed for a moment. “I’d wait a whole lifetime to be with you again.”
Bakugou looked at you with such adoration your chest hurt and you leaned forward and kissed him. “Thank you, baby,” you whispered, kissing his cheek.
“Plus,” Bakugou started, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I told you it’s okay to control all this. And I like when you tell me what to do.”
You rolled your eyes at his stupid smirk. “You’re such a pervert sometimes.”
“Always when it comes to you, baby,” he said, pulling you in for another kiss. “You get to be the one to say we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. But from here on out, I get to ask you to be my wife again.”
You smiled. “I’d like that. But we have some time before that. We just became boyfriend and girlfriend.”
Bakugou hummed as he kissed you again and you cupped his face in your hands. Bakugou’s hands slid down your thighs and back up as your lips moved gingerly against his.
“Since you’re my girlfriend now,” Bakugou started, maneuvering you so you were straddling him. He looked up at you with a lazy smile. “That means I get to kiss you whenever I want.”
You nodded slightly, your finger tracing his jawline. “Well… you can do more than kiss me whenever you want.”
You swore you saw Bakugou’s eyes flashing with excitement. “Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.”
You squealed as he threw you down onto the couch and before you knew it, you were back in his arms, his lips moving in unison with your lips and his hips rocked relentlessly into yours.
katsuki bakugo is the type of man to randomly announce he’s dating someone in an interview…
“mr.dynamight, any plans after this patrol is over?!”
he glares at the camera, shoving the lens right out of his face. “tsk—! fuck off, you money hungry extras! it’s none of your—”
the blonde pauses mid-rant, catching everyone off guard as he suddenly leans down.
“—actually, give me this crap!”
he grabs ahold of the no doubt expensive ass camera, essentially blogging on national television in an unfaltering angle zoomed right into his nostrils.
“i know yur’ ass is watching this, y/n, so answer your god damn phone already!!” he shouts, unknowingly becoming a worldwide meme the literal next day.
everyone’s jaws drop as the cameraman scrambles to catch the equipment bakugo tossed back like nothing.
“mr.dynamight, please elaborate! who is this y/n you speak of?!” they exclaim, mics quickly shoved into his face as the paparazzi lights began flashing for the latest hero gossip in town.
“hah?” he scoffs back, frowning like the answer is completely obvious—and like their the idiots for even asking such a thing. “my wife.”
let’s just say your identity was trending the next day on all platforms… #answerthephoney/n
Just thinking about Pro-Hero Dynamight, being recorded on live television staring at you with the most love struck expression that his normally-angry-and-agitated face could make.
You were both dispatched to an emergency by your agency due to your quirks being the most compatible to this villain. But you and Katsuki both agreed it was better for you to handle said villain while he cleared the civilians and kept debris from hitting the stubborn news reporters.
He watched you practically fly, and kick this villain into the floor causing a shockwave to be sent in the ground before the reporters voices began to become more coherent to him.
“Pro-Hero Dynamight! What is your relation to Pro-Hero Y/N?”
“Dynamight, how would you describe your partner? Is she easy to work with?”
“Pro hero! Why are you staring like that?”
“Isn’t she somethin’..” Was all he could manage out, never taking his eyes off you, causing the crowd to gasp and whisper, school-girls giggling at the sight.
we listen and we don’t judge trend with bf!katsuki
You carefully prop your phone against one of the pillows, adjusting it just enough so both you and Katsuki fit in the frame. After a quick glance to make sure it’s recording, you turn your head towards him, giving him a small look— your silent cue.
Katsuki notices immediately.
“It’s stupid,” he mutters, already rolling his eyes, his arms crossed like he’s been personally offended by the entire idea, even if he already agreed to it.
“Kats, we talked about this,” you groan, dragging out his name as you lean back slightly. “We have to say it together,” you insist, nudging his arm.
“The things I do for love,” he grumbles under his breath, but there’s no bite to it.
“We listen and we don’t judge,” you say in unison, though his voice carries a hint of reluctance while yours is far too enthusiastic.
“When I do your skincare… I use products I don’t like on you—”
“Hah!? Is that why my face broke out?!” Katsuki snaps his head towards you, eyes wide in disbelief.
“It was one pimple!” you shoot back, throwing your hands up defensively, already fighting a smile.
“On my forehead! I looked stupid!” he groans, dragging a hand down his face like he can still feel the humiliation.
“No, you didn’t!” you laugh, bumping your shoulder against his. “Now you go.”
He exhales sharply, glaring at you for a second before giving in.
“Fine. When you piss me off, I put extra salt in your food.”
“I knew it!” you gasp, immediately lunging at him, kicking him lightly as he leans back. “And you called me crazy when I said that!”
“We listen and we don’t judge!” he reminds you quickly, grabbing your wrists before you can keep attacking him, a smug grin tugging at his lips.
“Fine—” you huff, rolling your eyes dramatically.
You take a breath, already bracing yourself.
“A few months ago, when you asked me to cut your hair, I accidentally—”
“What—” His eyes narrow instantly.
“—cut over too much with the machine and—”
“No—”
“—made a bald spot on top of your head…”
There’s a long pause from him.
“Oh my fucking God,” Katsuki groans, already starting to laugh, disbelief all over his face. “I knew something was off! Right after that you wouldn’t stop telling me to wear my hair pushed back.”
“Yeah…” you admit with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry.”
He shakes his head, still half-laughing.
“Alright. First time I met you—“ he stops, eyeing you with a mean glint. “…I thought you were really annoying.”
You immediately turn to him, offended.
“Excuse me? I was not annoying— you were just too grumpy,” you argue, frowning at him.
“Whatever,” he shrugs, clearly not interested in revising history.
“We listen and we don’t judge,” you say under your breath before continuing. “When I first met you and Izuku… I liked him more.”
“The hell? You liked Deku? Really?” Katsuki’s snaps again, brows pulled together.
“He was nicer! And he smiled at me! You frowned!” you defend quickly, pointing at him.
“Tch. He’s nice to everybody,” Katsuki clicks his tongue, clearly unimpressed. Then, after a second, he speaks again.
“Before we started dating, I kept showing up in places I knew you’d be.”
You blink a few times, trying to register what he just said.
“I thought it was fate that we ran into each other so often…” you slowly narrow your eyes at him. “You weirdo. How did you even know where I’d be?”
He shrugs like it’s nothing.
“I have my ways.”
“Okay, Joe Goldberg,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “That’s not creepy at all.”
He ignores that completely.
“We listen and we don’t judge,” you begin. “…when you upset me, I change your phone password, and when you ask for help later, I pretend you’ve always had that one.”
Katsuki’s head snaps towards you again.
“I knew I wasn’t going crazy—” Katsuki lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head as it all clicks into place.
“You little manipulator,” he teases as his arm comes around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he murmurs against your lips.
“Wait— Kats, I’m still filming—“ you remind him, trying to push him back a little.
“Turn that shit off,” he rolls his eyes annoyed, but doesn’t let you make any move, as his large hand already grabs the phone, pressing the red button.
Then he turns to you, a smirk spreading across his lips.
whatever distance that’s barring bakugou from hearing the redhead is deemed irrelevant by the line that’s connecting them, although for a moment the ash-blonde wonders if his stupid fuck of a best friend just rudely hung up on him—with nothing but a few bouts of static reaching his flaming ears.
but then his phone’s speakers once again come to life, and bakugou suddenly finds himself wishing for the contrary.
because had he known what kirishima was about to say—
“i’m sorry, bro,” the hardening hero musters apologetically, remorse evident despite his wobbly and crackly tone. “it all happened way too fast.”
“and you all just fucking let him speak?”
“we had no choice!” kirishima exclaims on the other end of the line, voice rising to a hushed whisper. “one minute, sero and i were just asking her about her new job at your agency, the next, denki was already mouthing off about your crush on her. we didn’t really—”
“i do not have a crush on her.”
“oh, come on, bro. now’s not the time to be in denial,” the redhead huffs, creating a plosive sound through the microphone. “not when she’s on the way back there.”
at that, bakugou can’t help but scowl.
the guy has a point.
jesus.
he can’t fucking believe this.
“what do i do, then?” bakugou finds himself rasping uncharacteristically quietly a beat later, eyeing the glass door to his office.
fuck. you could arrive any minute now.
“just—relax,” kirishima instructs in his ear, obviously the calmer one between him and his best friend. “denki told her you like her, but she didn’t believe him. actually, she just…laughed.”
bakugou pauses—mid-turn towards his chair. “she laughed?”
“yeah. she went kind of…bug-eyed for a second before bursting into laughter.”
that makes bakugou frown. “yeah? w-well, what kind of laugh was it, huh? was she fucking—i don’t know—disgusted or some shit?”
“no, no. definitely not disgusted. it’s actually kind of the opposite, really. she went all self-deprecating on us.”
wait.
“hah?”
through his phone, he can hear kirishima shuffling, as if taking a seat. “yeah, i know. just said, and i quote, ‘there’s no way’ and snorted, as if she found the entire idea ridiculous.”
“ridiculous,” bakugou parrots lamely, the crack in his voice betraying his hurt.
“like i said,” kirishima quickly continues before the ash-blonde can get ahead of himself, “not in the insulting you kind of way. when sero asked her what she meant, she said something about you being a top pro-hero and her being…well, her.”
“the fuck did she mean by that?”
“i had the same reaction, so i asked her just that. minus the expletives, of course. she just shrugged and gestured to herself with a wince.”
“i still don’t get it.”
“that’s what denki said!” kirishima blurts loudly, and bakugou has to instinctively pull away from his phone with a curse.
“sorry—sorry, i got excited there,” the redhead lets out a stilted laugh at his outburst. “anyway, so he asked her to expound, and she got—get this—flustered. she refused to say anything more, but after denki’s third admittedly grating plea, she finally gave in and said something along the lines of her not being exactly gorgeous.”
“bullshit.”
“right? she’s so wrong for dunking on herself while praising you like that.”
at that, bakugou stills.
“…what did you just say?”
he can practically hear kirishima tense all the way from the red riot agency.
“uh—” kirishima sputters for a beat, suddenly unsure, “i didn’t mean to imply that you’re not gorgeous, but—”
“no, not that,” bakugou is quick to correct him.
he doesn’t give a flying fuck about that somewhat backhanded comment. knowing his best friend, he probably didn’t mean it like that, anyway.
but what you said—
“what do you mean ‘praising me’?” bakugou asks despite himself, his heart thrumming loudly against his ribcage and his will.
“well, what else could it be?” kirishima enjoins confidently, “she was clearly comparing the two of you, and was giving herself the short end of the stick. which leaves you with the long end, a.k.a. she thinks you’re amazing and well—gorgeous—while she’s not.”
and when bakugou doesn’t say anything, kirishima decides to keep going.
“this is the reason why i called you, actually. not because she found out, but because all three of us genuinely think she likes you back.”
then, a good-natured laugh emanates from bakugou’s speakers. “i think it’s time, bakubro. for you to tell her how you feel.”
to that, bakugou doesn’t get to protest, because as if on cue, an array of knocks resounds from his doorway, prompting the ash-blonde to look at the source, still shellshocked from the revelation.
only that shellshock immediately morphs into terror when he finds that the person knocking is no other than you.
a/n. credits to nonie for sending me this idea back in my previous blog! i think this is one of the most hilarious drabbles i've ever written, and i still think of it really fondly up to this day lol (0.8k)
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katsuki absolutely loves it when you sleep on top of him
the afternoon sun filtered through the dormitory curtains in soft strips of gold, the kind that made everything feel slower, quieter. like the world itself was taking a breath after the chaos of the day.
training had been brutal. even by u.a. standards, today’s session had wrung every ounce of energy from the students. endurance drills, strategy simulations, you name it all. and by the time everyone dragged themselves back to the dorms, most of them looked ready to collapse.
you were no different. your limbs felt heavy, your muscles still humming with exhaustion as you shuffled into your room, barely managing to kick your shoes off before dropping onto your bed with a tired groan. the mattress dipped under your weight, cool sheets against your warm skin, and you stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, letting the quiet settle into your bones.
a nap sounded heavenly. just a short one, no, thirty minutes or maybe an hour—before you had to deal with homework or dinner or whatever else the evening had planned.
your phone buzzed beside you just as your eyes began to flutter closed. the contact name made the corner of your lips lift instantly.
katsuki :3 is calling…
you answered lazily, voice soft with fatigue. “yeah?”
on the other end, his voice came out rougher than usual, like he’d also just collapsed somewhere. “what’re you doing?”
you shifted on your bed, turning onto your side and tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder. “was about to take a nap,” you murmured honestly. “training drained all of my life.”
there was a brief pause. you could practically hear the way his brain worked during that silence—quick, decisive.
“…i’m coming over.”
you blinked. “huh? wait—katsuki—”
but the call had already ended.
you stared at your phone for a moment, confused but too tired to question it too much. if he was coming, he was coming. it wasn’t exactly unusual for him to barge into your room unannounced anyway. with a quiet sigh, you adjusted your pillow and closed your eyes again, the distant sounds of the dorm hallway fading into a sleepy blur.
a few minutes later, your door clicked open.
katsuki stepped inside without hesitation, closing it behind him with a soft push of his foot. his hair was still slightly damp from a quick shower, ash-blond spikes a little messier than usual, and he wore nothing but a loose black shirt and sweatpants. he looked tired—shoulders relaxed in that rare way they only were when he was around you—but his sharp red eyes softened immediately when he saw you curled up on the bed.
you were already half-asleep.
your arm was draped over your pillow, breathing slow and heavy, clearly seconds away from drifting off completely.
“hmph,” he muttered quietly to himself, though there was no real annoyance in it.
he crossed the room in a few strides.
the mattress dipped as he climbed onto the bed beside you. before you could fully process what he was doing, strong hands slid beneath your arms and waist. you let out a small, confused sound as the world shifted—suddenly lifted, repositioned.
“katsuki—?”
your eyes opened just enough to see him settling against the headboard, back propped up against the pillows. Then he pulled you down with him.
your legs ended up on either side of his waist, straddling him loosely while both of you leaned back into the mattress. his arms wrapped securely around you, one hand resting against your back as if anchoring you there. your chest rested against his, your head naturally falling against his shoulder.
it was surprisingly comfortable.
warm.
safe.
your sleepy brain struggled to catch up. “what are you doing…?” you mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness.
you shifted slightly, about to climb off him, embarrassed now that you realized the position you were in.
but katsuki’s arm tightened immediately.
“stay still.”
his voice was low—firm, but not harsh.
you paused.
“you said you wanted to sleep,” he added, glancing down at you.
“…yeah,” you admitted.
“then sleep.”
you frowned faintly, still half-asleep. “but i’m… on top of you.”
“yeah,” he said bluntly. “and?”
you blinked at him, confused by how normal he seemed about it.
when you tried to move again, his hand slid up to the back of your head, gently pressing your face into the crook of his neck.
“quit thinking so much,” he muttered. “just rest.”
the warmth of his body seeped into yours. his steady breathing, the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the comforting weight of his arms—it all wrapped around your tired mind like a blanket.
your resistance lasted maybe five seconds.
“…okay.”
within minutes, your body completely relaxed against him. your grip on his shirt loosened, breathing evening out as sleep finally claimed you.
katsuki felt the exact moment you drifted off.
your muscles softened, your head growing heavier against his shoulder as you unconsciously snuggled closer. he let out a quiet breath.
“yeah,” he murmured under his breath.
this was exactly why he came over.
carefully, he shifted just enough to grab his phone from his pocket without disturbing you. one arm remained wrapped firmly around your waist while the other held the device up lazily. a random video played quietly on the screen—something dumb that kaminari had sent earlier—but katsuki barely paid attention to it. however, he made sure that he sent an insult to the group chat.
because most of focus stayed on you.
every now and then his eyes flickered down, watching the way your lashes rested against your cheeks. the faint crease between your brows slowly smoothed as sleep deepened. your hand had curled loosely into the fabric of his shirt, knuckles brushing against his collarbone.
you looked so peaceful.
training days were always hard on you, he knew that. you pushed yourself just as much as anyone else—sometimes more. seeing you like this, completely relaxed, trusting him enough to fall asleep so easily…
it did something weird to his chest.
katsuki shifted his phone to the side for a moment.
his free hand moved almost automatically, fingers threading gently through your hair. not enough to wake you—just a soft, absentminded motion.
“tch,” he muttered quietly, though his voice lacked its usual bite.
he could feel all of you. from how your legs were tangled around his waist, down to the thought of your full weight resting on him.
and yet—
he wouldn’t move you for anything.
instead, he leaned his head back against the headboard, one arm still wrapped securely around you as if you might disappear if he loosened his grip.
a few minutes passed.
then ten.
then twenty.
the video on his phone changed nine times before he realized he hadn’t actually watched any of them.
his attention kept drifting back to you. the way you shifted slightly in your sleep, pressing closer. the soft puff of breath against his collarbone. the faint warmth spread through his shirt where your cheek rested.
a small, almost invisible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“...we should do this more often,” he muttered under his breath.
the truth was, katsuki absolutely loved it when you napped on top of him. he loved the quietness you provided. loved knowing you felt safe enough to fall asleep like this. loved the way you instinctively curled into him like he was the most natural place in the world to rest.
his fingers continued absentmindedly brushing through your hair as he leaned his head slightly against yours.
and even an hour later, when his phone battery finally dropped to ten percent and the afternoon sunlight faded into evening—
he still didn’t move.
—
evening crept into the dorm slowly, the golden sunlight fading into softer shades of orange and pink that stretched across the walls of your room. the air had cooled just a little, the quiet hum of the building settling as most students were either resting, studying, or beginning to wander toward the kitchen for dinner. inside your room, however, nothing had changed much.
you were still fast asleep on top of katsuki.
your body had shifted at some point during your nap, legs now more loosely tangled around his waist while your head rested fully against his chest instead of his shoulder. your cheek was pressed right over his heart, and if you were awake, you might have noticed how steady and strong it sounded beneath your ear. one of your arms was lazily draped across his torso, fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt like you were afraid he might disappear if you let go.
again, katsuki had not moved.
not once.
at first, he had been perfectly fine with it—more than fine, actually. this had been his whole idea. but after nearly an hour and a half of being pinned under you, his arm had started to go a little numb, and his back wasn’t exactly thrilled with the position either.
still, he refused to shift.
because every time you stirred slightly in your sleep, pressing closer to him with a small sigh, it made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t quite explain.
he also managed to charge his phone using your charger and now it rested loosely in his hand, screen dimmed after he had stopped scrolling through it a while ago. at some point he had given up pretending he was doing anything other than watching you sleep.
“tch,” he muttered quietly under his breath.
you're really that tired, huh?
your breathing was slow and even, warm against his shirt. a few strands of your hair had fallen across your face, tickling his chin whenever you shifted slightly. he watched you for a moment longer before carefully lifting his free hand.
his fingers brushed the strands away from your face. the gesture was surprisingly gentle for someone like him.
you stirred slightly at the movement, nose scrunching faintly as you shifted against him. katsuki immediately froze, muscles locking up as he waited to see if you would wake up.
but you didn’t.
instead, you made a soft, sleepy sound and somehow managed to snuggle even closer. your arms tightened around him. your face buried deeper into his chest.
katsuki’s ears turned red instantly. “…oi.”
he glanced down at you like you had personally attacked him.
“you’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
of course, you didn’t respond.
you were completely unconscious.
after a moment, he sighed quietly and leaned his head back against the headboard again. his hand returned to your hair, fingers absentmindedly combing through the soft strands while his thumb occasionally brushed against your scalp.
it was quiet, peaceful even.
and katsuki may not fully admit it, but he liked this a lot more than whatever the hell everyone else was doing downstairs.
his gaze drifted toward the door when faint laughter echoed somewhere down the hallway. probably kaminari or mina being loud again. normally, katsuki would’ve gone out there just to yell at them.
but not today.
he looked back down at you.
your face was relaxed in sleep, lips slightly parted, completely unaware of how comfortable you looked curled against him. his hand paused briefly in your hair.
“…you’re too damn trusting,” he muttered.
hot that he’d ever do anything to break it. if anything, the way you trusted him like this only made something inside him tighten protectively.
another thirty minutes passed.
at some point, katsuki’s arm had shifted slightly under your back so you wouldn’t roll off him. his hand rested there now, large and warm, fingers spread comfortably against your side. your breathing has changed just a little—lighter now.
you were starting to wake up.
katsuki noticed immediately.
your lashes fluttered faintly, and your grip on his shirt tightened for a second before loosening again. you shifted, legs adjusting slightly around his waist.
“…mmm.”
your voice came out soft and groggy. your head moved just enough for you to blink slowly against his chest.
the first thing you registered was warmth.
the second thing was the steady rise and fall beneath your cheek.
your brain took a moment to catch up. then your eyes widened slightly.
“…katsuki?”
his voice came from above you, calm and slightly rough. “took you long enough.”
you lifted your head just enough to look at him. his red eyes stared back down at you, expression completely neutral like there was nothing unusual about the fact that you had been sleeping on top of him for hours.
“how long was i asleep?” you murmured, still clearly half-dazed.
“a while.”
“…you didn’t move?”
“no.”
your brows knit together slightly in confusion. “why not?”
katsuki scoffed quietly. “because you were sleeping, dumbass.”
you blinked at him. then your face slowly warmed when you realized the position you were still in. you were literally sprawled across him. your legs were still on either side of his waist. your arms are still loosely around him. your face immediately flushed.
“katsuki—baby, why didn’t you wake me up?!”
he rolled his eyes, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in them.
“why the hell would i do that?”
your embarrassment only grew.
“i’ve been laying on you the whole time!”
“and?”
you stared at him, baffled.
“and you’re probably uncomfortable!”
katsuki simply shrugged one shoulder.
“…wasn’t that bad.”
that was half a lie, but he wasn’t about to admit that his arm had gone numb twice.
you looked at him suspiciously for a moment before slowly relaxing again. your body sank back against him slightly, the last traces of sleep still clinging to you.
“…you’re weird,” you mumbled softly.
“shut up.”
but his hand returned to the back of your head anyway, gently pressing you back against his chest when you tried to sit up again.
you blinked in surprise.
“what are you doing?”
“still tired, right?” he muttered.
you hesitated. “yeah…a little."
“then stay.”
your heart skipped slightly at how casual he sounded about it. katsuki glanced down at you again, his expression softer than usual.
“…come one, babe. i don’t mind.”
and judging by the way his arm tightened slightly around your waist—
Mina exclaims after giving you a hug, going back in closer to your neck to take a big inhale. “Huh?” You clock your head to the side, pulling away and plopping onto the couch in the common room next to Ochaco.
“I can swear i’ve smelled that before.” Mina crosses her hands in front of her, narrowing her eyes at you. “What—No? I haven’t changed my pef—“ You chuckle nervously. You knew you shouldn’t have cuddled him right before this, he always gets his sweat on you and consecutively, you smell just like him.
“Oh my god! I know this smell! You—“ Mina says, pointing an accusatory finger at you, voice loud enough to catch the attention of Bakugo’s squad who are all the way across the huge space.
“You smell like Bakugo!”
Noise stops, heads snap, a moment later gasps ensue.
“You totally do! You smell like caramel!” Mina keeps pointing at you dramatically, footsteps of the boys are heard before they enter your view, all ready to join the chaos.
“You know, you’re right. I got new perfume. It’s in my room.” It’s so not in your room because you never bought new perfume. Ochaco leans in close too, “No, no, Mina’s right! You do smell like Bakugo!” She exclaims too.
“I do not—” You don’t even get to defend yourself.
“Hah! I knew you were dating him! He‘a a hundred times calmer when you’re around!” Denki interrupts you, throwing his hands up. “Denki, you owe me 10 bucks!” Kirishima laughs.
“I am not dating Kats—Bakugo.” Your voice carries over the chorus of conversation, leaning against the back of the couch. Before anyone can say anything else, you feel warm lips press against your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin.
“You were saying?” Katsuki murmurs against your neck as your roll your eyes. You throw him a glare over your shoulder, Katsuki takes the chance to press a peck to your lips as your classmates around you lose their minds.
he agreed to keep it a secret but he can’t have his girl denying being his in public 😏
